I fricken love Winnie the Pooh.

So, how was your day? Mine was great. I got to sleep in, and then I got to hang out with my mom while we went bridesmaid-gown-shopping. Woohoo! It's a really pretty dress too. Here's a picture off of the "David's Bridal" website. Pretty, is it not? So that was fun. And then mom and I went to Farmer Brown's [a fantastic store with like, everything for sale] and got clam chowder, apple cider and crispy, crusty bread. Really fun.

After that, I came home and hung out the rest of the day. And then I found out that Dustin Pedroia had won the AL Rookie of the Year award! I had a happy spazz all to myself, and went off to find a video of his press conference, and when I found it, I watched it. And let me tell you, this guy is so friggin hilarious. Like, I was laughing so hard that my sides hurt. If you want to watch the video, go here. If it doesn't come right up, I'll try to get a direct link for all of you.

Well, another day, another shooting contest. Once again, it was me, Jack and my dad [whose real age I can't recall at this moment, but he assures me that it is not 1048] and once again...I was the victor. It's times like these that I feel really special. But, special mention must go to my mom, who also took a few shots at the cans. She went 3 for 3, something neither my brother nor my father could achieve over the course of the evening. Great shooting mum. <3

And now...let us have some wise words from our very dear, and very wise, friend, Winnie the Pooh.

- "It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like 'What about lunch?'"

- "If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear."

- "'I don't see much sense in that,' said Rabbit. 'No,' said Pooh humbly, 'there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way.'"

- "Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are looking for before you begin looking for it."

- "If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms."

And lastly, my personal favorite:

- "You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count."

Jhyjol thys vaeresi ail eir si vol valaer,
Looking for pleasure in all the right places,

~ Meredith

It's past 11:00...

...and I want to go to sleep. Why is it that I always put off doing things, when I know I'll wish I had done them earlier? If you know the answer, please let me know. Meanwhile, I'll continue to consider the more important things in life, such as...why do you drive on a parkway, and park on a driveway? Nah...never mind. That's a bit too deep. Instead, I think I'll just go. The whole point of this post is so that there was a post when all you wonderful people dared to click on this link.

So, yes. Hello. Yay. As you can tell, I'm clearly not on my A-game right now. But then, if you had a cold, and were sleepy, would you be? HAH. I thought not. Anyhoo, I'm done rambling now, so hopefully you've all had a great laugh at my expense. If you haven't, don't be afraid. There will be many laughs to come, whether you're laughing with me [hopefully this one] or at me [I do this a lot...]. Meanwhile, please ignore the date/time/day of this post. I'm still trying to figure out what timezone I live in. :)

AH. I'm also going up to VERMONT to see one of my bestest friends. I haven't seen her in like, two years, so I'm wicked excited. =D More updates on that to come.

Today I discovered something: I am quite a good shot with a gun. No, I wans't out killing anyone. :) I was upstairs when I heard the sound of my dad's BB gun being fired. So, going to the basement stairs, I sorta bellowed down, "I WANNA SHOOT THE GUN." Turns out that my dad [age 1048, name of Stephen] and my younger brother [age thirteen, name of Jack] were taking shots at tin cans. I joined in, and completely kicked their butts. Like, I was BANG, BANG. Knocked both cans off the little stand in a row. Totally on fire. Then Jack was all, "Let's have a contest to 12." So we started. I got to 12 [he was at 6], and so the contest went to 15...then to 20. Final score? Me: 20. Jack: 9. Poor boy. First, I beat him in Risk, and now shooting guns. So then I'm all, "I'll have a contest with Dad sometime." And dad was all, "How about now? First to five." So we had our contest.

End score?

Me = 5
Dad = 0

Life is good, is it not? And yes, I'm done bragging now.

Jholi aelaesia maelyl jhoji air'm os jhar.
[Live every second like it's your last.]

~ Meredith