ITS L0V3 xox (8:01:50 PM): i remember your url by heart
Hannah I hate to tell you you are the only person who reads this. And I have a strange feeling you check it way to often. We just have to face the music and realize that unless this blog is about Saving Babies or Mexican Food, no one wants to read it.
March 29, 2009
January 02, 2009
Hannah and Robyn [The Early Years to NOW]
So I havn't kept up with my blog. Sue me. No one reads it besides me cousin Hannah. And I feel like she checks it daily and is sadly dissapointed. That just makes her sound like a creep. But that is okay because I know she isnt and I love her more than you love your favorite pair of fuzzy socks. Yep. I went there.
So anyway I know everyone sees hannah and I know as our beautiful selfs. Me as a brunette hannah with hair. Nope your wrong. For we know the real truth. Hannah was at one point bald (sorry for telling hannah) and yes, I was blonde. Shocker. In reality there was a time when I did not know Hannah and she was nothing but a fetus. I call those the lonely years. Then once I was appx. four years old approaching kindergarden I saw the light and I could stop playing ponies with her brothers and start playing school with Hannah.
ITS L0V3 xox (10:32:59 PM): you should mention how much we got into playing school
SameOlCannonball (10:33:17 PM): lmao ive skimmed the surface
ITS L0V3 xox (10:33:21 PM): and how i bought an overhead, big rolly doublesided whiteboard, and a huge chalkboard
SameOlCannonball (10:33:28 PM): lmao WHO DOES THAT
ITS L0V3 xox (10:33:32 PM): lol hahahahahahhaa
SameOlCannonball (10:33:41 PM): even though I got jelious and bought a white board and chalkboard
SameOlCannonball (10:33:53 PM): who bought these things for us!!who was just like oh its childsplay
ITS L0V3 xox (10:34:09 PM): LMAO
SameOlCannonball (10:34:22 PM): lets buy them real life supplies that children in foreign contries dont even have in their classrooms
SameOlCannonball (10:34:31 PM): lmao
ITS L0V3 xox (10:34:35 PM): im loling
ITS L0V3 xox (10:34:37 PM): hahahahahahahah
Before the years of playing school I remeber very little. However I do remeber watching her eat really small beads while I just kind of asked her to stop (age 2 me age 6) Then I remeber going in her room and playing with porclyn dolls that you really arent supposed to play with from good old grandma Izzy (H and 4 me and 7) THEN she took my favorite blonde barbie. I dont think she knew it. But I let her see it and she walked away and put it with her barbies. I cried. For a long time. That brought on the lonely years again. I wanted nothing of her. THEN she moved and in her new home was tons of room to play school. We got way to involved in playing school and I still did until I was appx. 12 years old and realized it needed to end. So I packed away all of the folders we made for a rainy day. Then years from then we looked at those folders hysterical.
She is the source of my love of hair doing. She used to let me do her hair all of the time. In Maine she was the first person to let me play with their hair. Simple pony tail. I was amazed at my moter skills. As we watched James in the Giant Peach I secretly thought "Hey I want to be a hair dresser". Then years later she let me curl her hair and it was set. My secret desire to play hair dresser for real was set. So thank you Hannah for being the one to fuel my passion.
NOW when ever were in each other presence we do really wierd things. We both get really spastic and say really strange things. "The curb is coming to a dull" WHO SAYS THAT. She even interupts her viewing of Annie ("LEAPIN LIZARDS") to ride bikes to Subway with me EVEN though my bike broke on the highway and we were sitting there clueless as big trucks wizzed by. And she rode bikes with be for hours at hawks nest even though we were chassed by creeps (lmao) and started saying wierd things like "cottage cheese and ___(help me out hannah!)"
And at my death bed I will request one person. Hannah. And what will I say? COTTAGE CHEESE. Why? Because I love you isnt enough for us.
WHAT you think its over. NOOPE. Picture time =)
Im the one sporting the bright pink stockings. Shes the bald thing whose head I am failing to support. Yep it was love at first sight displayed by my face. I look thrillled dont I. I personally love Hannah's baby blazer. In reality my thoughts in this picture probably consist of "why are they making me take a picture with this evil thing that is going to take away all of the attention of my family" But im glad they took it because I like to look back on it and think we were bffls from the start. As you can see yes, I am blonde. Then Hannah came and took it away. Thats my theory. As she grew up I became more brunette. Buts Its alright. This of course is before Hannah was a gangster baby asking for cigars in her street gang. Note please my lack of support in her head. Anyone who has ever spoken to Hannah can blame me for her insanity quite obvisouly. Having any necck cricks Hanny?
This one is a little later in life. This time they didnt let me hold her alone. That is actually my dad in the floral top. Yep. As you can see Hannah is sporting similar pants as the last picture. Who does that. I meet her for like the second time in my life and shes wearing the same pants. What impression did I have. Our parents failed. I bet Hannah chose those pants. I bet she did. So as we can see Hannah is really read in this picture? I dont really know why but by the looks of my face its making me pretty uncomfortable. HER FEET! And what the heck is my sweater about?.. Connect the rose bouqets.. Maybe if Hannah werent sqinting (its her fault that shes a baby yea) you could see her beautiful baby blue eyes. I actually remeber even though I was like four wanting to have her eyes. Instead in sitting there with brown eyes. Disgrace. What good comes from brown.. dirt... wood.. trees (not the same)... poop... honestly. Chocolate your thinking. Yea who cares. And as you can see the blonde begins to fade. Some call it lighting I call it "the curse of the baby cousin" Despite how angry the extremly long caption on this picture sounds keep in mind its sarcasm. Hannah Rulz.
NOW Hannah has hair. And you can see im brunette. Thefore my wood/tree/dirt/poop hair is her fault while shes over here with like wheat/whitechocolate/snow(..?)/corn hair. Dont tell me you dont like the thought of corn hair. Anyways this was the day. THE day. That we went to 6 flags. I burst into laugh at the though. Literally. loling. OKAY. im done. This day I remeber leaving first grade early. Running to my aunts car (which probably didnt happen. But i recall it in slow motion) And hopping into the back seat next to Hannah. At this moment I remeber a high five of sorts. It was adorable. Anyway oh yea Julia was in the car too somwhere. So were in the car right. Get a mental image because it only gets better. First Hannah got hungry. SO she took out some meat sandwhich contraption and the contents of the sandwhich went all over the seat. I remeber giving her a death stare as she sat there slobbering mustard all over her face and the seat. No one was noticing and I was getting so annoyed. I jsut stared at her as she hapily slobbered the mustard. (keep in mind shes like four so she recalls none of this) Anyway then IT HAPPENED. My auntie Marys thumb started to twitch and the car started to skid to the side. Hannah started to scream. Her arms started to flail. I started to cry. Julia was screaming and my aunt was trying to control the car. We continued to skid the the side of the road. My auntie Mary started screaming somthing about "THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE END" When the car stopped. We went silent as we all sat there staring at the wheel of the car. My aunt got out of the car. I remember seeing her hair swoosh as the cars went by. Eventually they started to slow. My first thought was "So this is how traffic starts" From then its all a blur. Somehow a giant truck with one of those blinking arrows ended up parked behind us. Randomly. I remeber thinking "how convinient if mommy drives by she will see us." THEN Hannah did it again. She went to go get some pretzles from a bag (because apprently the girl is a beast) and they spilt. ALL OVER THE PLACE. In my shoes. Again the death stare. I wanted to push her. She got pretzles all over me and no one saw!!!! Hannah got out of the car and Julia turned around "Robyn pick those up thats grose" I just sat there and stared out the window. When Hannah came back still covered in mustard and a pretzle sticking to her bandaid (in the picture above) she reached for a highfive smiling and bright and i denied her =( So the point of the story is. I am sorry Hannah I should have never gotten mad at you for being a slob and getting food all over yourself and in my shoes while I took the blame. Obvisouly I forgave her because we had a grand ol' time that day. Oh and for the record I think I gave her the shirt shes wearing. OH how did we get off of the highway. Pssht dont ask me I dont remeber =)
So an update from Hannah:
ITS L0V3 xox (10:29:44 PM): what about playing "dont let the pillow touch the ground and if it does just pick it up but dont touch the ground because theres alligators" in the car on the way to maine
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:31 PM): we thru the pillow back and forth
SameOlCannonball (10:30:37 PM): lolll
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:39 PM): and then we thru pringles out the window
SameOlCannonball (10:30:43 PM): !!
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:48 PM): and when we got to the cottage your mom was like
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:57 PM): "we saw chips fly by our window"
SameOlCannonball (10:31:01 PM): lmfao!
ITS L0V3 xox (10:31:01 PM): im loling
SameOlCannonball (10:31:04 PM): me too!
SameOlCannonball (10:31:13 PM): louder than ever.
ALL I can say to this is... WHY! *NOTE Hannah's head is tilted (its my fault =P )
Cottage Cheese Coraline <3 =)
So anyway I know everyone sees hannah and I know as our beautiful selfs. Me as a brunette hannah with hair. Nope your wrong. For we know the real truth. Hannah was at one point bald (sorry for telling hannah) and yes, I was blonde. Shocker. In reality there was a time when I did not know Hannah and she was nothing but a fetus. I call those the lonely years. Then once I was appx. four years old approaching kindergarden I saw the light and I could stop playing ponies with her brothers and start playing school with Hannah.
ITS L0V3 xox (10:32:59 PM): you should mention how much we got into playing school
SameOlCannonball (10:33:17 PM): lmao ive skimmed the surface
ITS L0V3 xox (10:33:21 PM): and how i bought an overhead, big rolly doublesided whiteboard, and a huge chalkboard
SameOlCannonball (10:33:28 PM): lmao WHO DOES THAT
ITS L0V3 xox (10:33:32 PM): lol hahahahahahhaa
SameOlCannonball (10:33:41 PM): even though I got jelious and bought a white board and chalkboard
SameOlCannonball (10:33:53 PM): who bought these things for us!!who was just like oh its childsplay
ITS L0V3 xox (10:34:09 PM): LMAO
SameOlCannonball (10:34:22 PM): lets buy them real life supplies that children in foreign contries dont even have in their classrooms
SameOlCannonball (10:34:31 PM): lmao
ITS L0V3 xox (10:34:35 PM): im loling
ITS L0V3 xox (10:34:37 PM): hahahahahahahah
Before the years of playing school I remeber very little. However I do remeber watching her eat really small beads while I just kind of asked her to stop (age 2 me age 6) Then I remeber going in her room and playing with porclyn dolls that you really arent supposed to play with from good old grandma Izzy (H and 4 me and 7) THEN she took my favorite blonde barbie. I dont think she knew it. But I let her see it and she walked away and put it with her barbies. I cried. For a long time. That brought on the lonely years again. I wanted nothing of her. THEN she moved and in her new home was tons of room to play school. We got way to involved in playing school and I still did until I was appx. 12 years old and realized it needed to end. So I packed away all of the folders we made for a rainy day. Then years from then we looked at those folders hysterical.
She is the source of my love of hair doing. She used to let me do her hair all of the time. In Maine she was the first person to let me play with their hair. Simple pony tail. I was amazed at my moter skills. As we watched James in the Giant Peach I secretly thought "Hey I want to be a hair dresser". Then years later she let me curl her hair and it was set. My secret desire to play hair dresser for real was set. So thank you Hannah for being the one to fuel my passion.
NOW when ever were in each other presence we do really wierd things. We both get really spastic and say really strange things. "The curb is coming to a dull" WHO SAYS THAT. She even interupts her viewing of Annie ("LEAPIN LIZARDS") to ride bikes to Subway with me EVEN though my bike broke on the highway and we were sitting there clueless as big trucks wizzed by. And she rode bikes with be for hours at hawks nest even though we were chassed by creeps (lmao) and started saying wierd things like "cottage cheese and ___(help me out hannah!)"
And at my death bed I will request one person. Hannah. And what will I say? COTTAGE CHEESE. Why? Because I love you isnt enough for us.
WHAT you think its over. NOOPE. Picture time =)
Im the one sporting the bright pink stockings. Shes the bald thing whose head I am failing to support. Yep it was love at first sight displayed by my face. I look thrillled dont I. I personally love Hannah's baby blazer. In reality my thoughts in this picture probably consist of "why are they making me take a picture with this evil thing that is going to take away all of the attention of my family" But im glad they took it because I like to look back on it and think we were bffls from the start. As you can see yes, I am blonde. Then Hannah came and took it away. Thats my theory. As she grew up I became more brunette. Buts Its alright. This of course is before Hannah was a gangster baby asking for cigars in her street gang. Note please my lack of support in her head. Anyone who has ever spoken to Hannah can blame me for her insanity quite obvisouly. Having any necck cricks Hanny?
This one is a little later in life. This time they didnt let me hold her alone. That is actually my dad in the floral top. Yep. As you can see Hannah is sporting similar pants as the last picture. Who does that. I meet her for like the second time in my life and shes wearing the same pants. What impression did I have. Our parents failed. I bet Hannah chose those pants. I bet she did. So as we can see Hannah is really read in this picture? I dont really know why but by the looks of my face its making me pretty uncomfortable. HER FEET! And what the heck is my sweater about?.. Connect the rose bouqets.. Maybe if Hannah werent sqinting (its her fault that shes a baby yea) you could see her beautiful baby blue eyes. I actually remeber even though I was like four wanting to have her eyes. Instead in sitting there with brown eyes. Disgrace. What good comes from brown.. dirt... wood.. trees (not the same)... poop... honestly. Chocolate your thinking. Yea who cares. And as you can see the blonde begins to fade. Some call it lighting I call it "the curse of the baby cousin" Despite how angry the extremly long caption on this picture sounds keep in mind its sarcasm. Hannah Rulz.
NOW Hannah has hair. And you can see im brunette. Thefore my wood/tree/dirt/poop hair is her fault while shes over here with like wheat/whitechocolate/snow(..?)/corn hair. Dont tell me you dont like the thought of corn hair. Anyways this was the day. THE day. That we went to 6 flags. I burst into laugh at the though. Literally. loling. OKAY. im done. This day I remeber leaving first grade early. Running to my aunts car (which probably didnt happen. But i recall it in slow motion) And hopping into the back seat next to Hannah. At this moment I remeber a high five of sorts. It was adorable. Anyway oh yea Julia was in the car too somwhere. So were in the car right. Get a mental image because it only gets better. First Hannah got hungry. SO she took out some meat sandwhich contraption and the contents of the sandwhich went all over the seat. I remeber giving her a death stare as she sat there slobbering mustard all over her face and the seat. No one was noticing and I was getting so annoyed. I jsut stared at her as she hapily slobbered the mustard. (keep in mind shes like four so she recalls none of this) Anyway then IT HAPPENED. My auntie Marys thumb started to twitch and the car started to skid to the side. Hannah started to scream. Her arms started to flail. I started to cry. Julia was screaming and my aunt was trying to control the car. We continued to skid the the side of the road. My auntie Mary started screaming somthing about "THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE END" When the car stopped. We went silent as we all sat there staring at the wheel of the car. My aunt got out of the car. I remember seeing her hair swoosh as the cars went by. Eventually they started to slow. My first thought was "So this is how traffic starts" From then its all a blur. Somehow a giant truck with one of those blinking arrows ended up parked behind us. Randomly. I remeber thinking "how convinient if mommy drives by she will see us." THEN Hannah did it again. She went to go get some pretzles from a bag (because apprently the girl is a beast) and they spilt. ALL OVER THE PLACE. In my shoes. Again the death stare. I wanted to push her. She got pretzles all over me and no one saw!!!! Hannah got out of the car and Julia turned around "Robyn pick those up thats grose" I just sat there and stared out the window. When Hannah came back still covered in mustard and a pretzle sticking to her bandaid (in the picture above) she reached for a highfive smiling and bright and i denied her =( So the point of the story is. I am sorry Hannah I should have never gotten mad at you for being a slob and getting food all over yourself and in my shoes while I took the blame. Obvisouly I forgave her because we had a grand ol' time that day. Oh and for the record I think I gave her the shirt shes wearing. OH how did we get off of the highway. Pssht dont ask me I dont remeber =)
So an update from Hannah:
ITS L0V3 xox (10:29:44 PM): what about playing "dont let the pillow touch the ground and if it does just pick it up but dont touch the ground because theres alligators" in the car on the way to maine
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:31 PM): we thru the pillow back and forth
SameOlCannonball (10:30:37 PM): lolll
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:39 PM): and then we thru pringles out the window
SameOlCannonball (10:30:43 PM): !!
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:48 PM): and when we got to the cottage your mom was like
ITS L0V3 xox (10:30:57 PM): "we saw chips fly by our window"
SameOlCannonball (10:31:01 PM): lmfao!
ITS L0V3 xox (10:31:01 PM): im loling
SameOlCannonball (10:31:04 PM): me too!
SameOlCannonball (10:31:13 PM): louder than ever.
ALL I can say to this is... WHY! *NOTE Hannah's head is tilted (its my fault =P )
Cottage Cheese Coraline <3 =)
November 29, 2008
Running With Scissors
"Don't you ever just feel like were chasing something? Something bigger. I don't know, its like something that only you and I can see. Like were running, running, running?"
"Yeah," I said,"were running alright. Running with scissors."
Though my cousin took the liberty of writing my first blog, and making me sound like nothing more than a lunatic, I thought I would give this a shot. The quoteabove is from the book Running with Scissors (redudant much?) Its a great book, and should be read by all above the age of 12 (basically anyone older than my cousin (= ) I HATE when you try to put smilies in a parenthesis. Doesn't it just look a mess? As you'll come to notice, I tend to use repetetive catch phrases such as "a mess" which I cant take credit for at all seeing as it originates from my sister (a hot tickity-tack tranny mess)
Blogs never keep my attention. So, if your reading this in the year 2050, please realize, I did not intentionally abandon this. I only made it to follow "the reciever in the corn field" like a creaper.
Im trying to add a picture of yams in a grocery cart, but I am failing painfully. Talk about denied. Guess it just wasnt meant to be =l .
Rose's First Blog
Yes, this is Rose's first [and probably last] blog, on someone elses blog. I am not the owner of this blog. I HACKED IT! No, not really...this is my cousins. And no, my name is not really Rose, but use your imagination.I don't run with scissors. I know better. However, I do bolt with various sharp objects on a regular basis. My cousin, the owner of the blog, is out of control for she does run with scissors.
If you don't understand me, I apologize. I have a dysfunctional family. My children are named Squirrel, Little Bear, and Sasquatch. So, what is there to talk about in blogs? AHH the picture. Good one, cousin. On the left is my cousin, on the right is me! That's not us current, as we wish. Age has done us no good. Don't count your chickens before they hatch because the curb will come to a dull. As Arthur states, "BELIEVE IN YOUR SELF AND THATS THE WAY TO START! AND I SAY HEY, WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND OF DAY WHERE YOU CAN LEARN TO WORK AND PLAY, AND GET ALONG WITH EACHOTHER!" Be the lyrics.
Cottage cheese, always and forever.
Rosee
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