"Mom, I don't ever remember you using this one, and it still has stuff in it!"

On Friday, I helped my mom clean her room. After everything was cleaned up, I started on her closet. I organized it enough that her closet doors could shut without struggle. I was able to dig up six purses. I threw each new purse I found onto the bed, and one by one listened to the clanging and rustling noises they made when they landed. For some reason, all of the purses were still full of stuff from who knows how long ago, so instead of finishing my moms closet, we decided to clean out her purses. One by one we dug through purses, sorting out trash (candy wrappers, gum wrappers, old receipts, un-used diapers) and toys (tractors, backhoes, dump trucks, truck drivers) and miscellaneous items (unwrapped candy, pens, sticky-pad papers), until we were almost done. Then we came to "the special purse." "Mom, I don't ever remember you using this one, and it still has stuff in it!" I was half horrified and half amused. It was so dense, that I thought it was a scripture bag. I opened it to find everything but scriptures.

So I dumped it out to see what my mom carried around seven or eight years ago...

I found all sorts of things, things like the old Extra gum packs (empty), pens, lotion, receipts, a tape (those old things that people used to use to record things), random index cards, contact cards, old old old candy, same kind of gum, lots of wrappers, and my favorites ...

Does anyone want to guess how much change my mom was carrying around in her purse? We counted all but pennies ...

A palm pilot. Yes, one of these cavemen monsters. ;) I remember how cool these used to be. My mom told me how hard she worked to get one for my dad for his birthday. She didn't take any money out of the bank account at all. She worked hard to earn the money, doing endless jobs for my Nana and Oma. The palm pilot that she got for my dad is the same one I used to play on at church. Sadly, no one carries them around anymore...

Pepper spray. I would have taken it out of the case, except it was atight leather case, and I didn't want to risk it. I've heard too many stories about pepper spray. This is the type of thing you don't really need in Utah.

I just want to say one more thing before I finish: Yes mom, this will be mentioned at your funeral.

Tagged by My Mother

If you haven't heard, this is a game of blog tag. I was tagged by my mom. To whom it may concern, here are the instructions to blog tag: Copy the colored words, Paste them into a new post, Fill in the blank.

I am ... excited to do my art homework.
I know ... how to make chocolate chip cookies (I have the recipe memorized!).
I want ... the term to finally be over.
I have ... a new sister, Leah.
I wish ... high school would get easier.
I hate ... when people are mean to be funny or just plain mean.
I miss ... my family in California.
I fear ... murderers, kidnappers, and spiders.
I feel ... thoughtful.
I hear ... my brother trying to beat box and happy screams from the basement. (no offence Matthew).
I smell ... butterscotch pudding.
I crave ... an ice cream sundae and short bread.
I search ... my head for answers to these.
I wonder ... what to get Abby for her birthday.
I regret ... procrastinating my work.
I love ... Leah and my family.
I care ... about blogging now.
I always ... want to hold Leah.
I am going ... to California for Christmas!
I believe ... in miracles.

Now I tag Melissa.

So Why Does Sam Think Knives Are Funny?

Because we tickle him with them! (just kidding)

Sam loves knives. Don't ask me why, I don't know why. Whenever we leave the dishwasher open, knives are the first thing he grabs out of it. Also, he doesn't just grab the little butter knives, he grabs the big sharp and pointy ones. One day while I was sitting at the table doing homework I here Abby yell, "Oh No! Sam!" I looked at Sam who had found the biggest and sharpest knives in the open dishwasher. Then Sam started walking towards Abby, with the knives pointed strait at her so he can give them to her. Abby started gasping and making terrified noises while she backed away from Sam. Now what did Sam do when he saw this? He starts laughing! Abby kept backing up and gasping, and Sam thought that was pretty funny, so he started to chase her with them. As soon as we recovered from the shock, we confiscated the knives, and the dishwasher was shut and securely locked (well, as securely as you can lock a dishwasher).

Serenity is a Teal Sailboat

This is a poem I wrote for my tenth grade english honors class:

Serenity is a Teal Sailboat
by: Anna

On calm waters with glistening waves,
A cyan sailboat with stillness glides.
Floating with hardly even a breath,
Peacefully it rides.

The vessel, or the catamaran,
Encompassed in well worn green trim,
Delicately layered wood in teal,
Emits a tranquil charm.

Lush green conifers’ stand tall,
Stand proud against the bright blue sky.
Silently, placidly, the sailboat passes,
With only one passenger to carry.

An artist, paints this vista,
In smeared bold strokes of a brush,
He captures an emotion with beauty,
Seals it in time like an empty hourglass.

Fish play near the surface
Brown, blending, lazy,
Seem to disappear and camouflage,
Into the deep blue water.

Water that seems to rest,
Sparkles under the sunlight,
Sunlight that shimmers,
Dances across the surface without plunging.

The sailing craft does not stray,
But seems to dally, and stay,
Just a little longer in this place,
This place of calmness.

The peace that won’t be broken,
Except for the cry of a lone eagle,
Fills us up till’ we’ve been refreshed enough,

Enough to leave and enter a new, unforgiving place.

Made You Look!

I felt like writing just now, but I realized that it's 9:20 and my chance to go to sleep early!

Haha.

Don't worry mom, :) I'll post something new over the weekend. I kind-of want to start posting again, so be of good cheer!