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Excuses, excuses

September 23rd, 2008 by witherow

OK, OK, so that last blog post was totally just pirating my friend’s post. But she said everything so perfectly, I figured why mess with perfection?

Even if that is true, I do admit that I have not been blogging as faithfully as I ought. However, as I said earlier, I have only the finest excuses to offer. Here are my top 10:

1. I am trying to finish writing a drama for a Christmas cantata by Sunday.

2. I am collaborating on a second Christmas cantata, which also is supposed to be done by next week.

3. My sister and I have been watching very interesting cartoons recently, which limits my blogging time significantly.

4. Eunice and I had a stressful fight last night. I whacked her with a box and knocked her down, which made her mad, though I’m not sure why. Then I chased her around the porch with said box for a while until I finally pushed her off the edge (and yes, we live on second floor). I have a feeling she’s been sulking and plotting revenge ever since. This is unsettling, and this stress makes it hard to concentrating on blogging.

5. I have been spending a couple nights a week exercising with some of my friends. An indoor track is much more fun with three blind girls, a dog guide and a Miss Kawen. Rachel and I can run circles around everyone!

6. My room is a mess and needs to be cleaned.

7. OK, so I haven’t actually been cleaning my room, but if I were, it would take away from blogging.

8. I like sleeping.

9. Eating sometimes, too. These activities also take away from blogging.

10. Have I mentioned I’m working on two full-length cantatas??

So there you have them. My top 10 excuses. Only the best for my faithful readers! (Thanks, Mom!)

-witherow

P.S. I’m not sure my mom actually reads my blog.

Oh, and Eunice is a spider.

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I’m famous!

September 22nd, 2008 by witherow

Looky, everybody! I made it onto my friend Karen’s blog post! Check it out!

http://aussiegirl08.edublogs.org/

Isn’t that cool?

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Of Mustaches and Medicine Men

September 12th, 2008 by witherow

Ahh! I’ve been a bad, bad blogger and have let PumpkinAnkles sit unattended for two weeks! Let me assure you that I have only the best of excuses to offer, which I can supply upon request.

So, anyway, TWO WEEKS AGO I had an experience worth blogging about. My father came to visit for a few days. He’s been all over the world on business trips, including places as far-flung as China, Iraq, Holland and Greenland. Yes, Greenland. People actually do live there, though a “town” may consist of four houses clustered together. And there are no roads between said “towns” … you are expected to take a plane. Or maybe a dog team. Or maybe a bike, if you’re stupid.

So my dad got me a souvenir from this oft-ignored island (which, thankfully for him, he visited during the summer months, when the sun never quite sets).

This is a pendent … carved by a medicine man … made from a antler … that came from a reindeer … that was buried in a glacier … four thousand years ago. So basically, at about the same time that Jacob was wrestling with angels and trying to keep tabs on his kids, this antler was on the head of some reindeer that was frolicking around and getting run over by glaciers. That’s pretty cool if you ask me. Well, cool for me. Maybe not so cool for the reindeer.

On Saturday Becky and I took our dad to downtown Greenville.

Here Becky and I are looking off over the Reedy River while standing in “that building with holes in it where people get married,” as Becky’s old roommate once described it.

Here’s me and my dad in front of this cool fountain in front of an amazing hotel along Main Street.

OK, this sign wasn’t particularly spectacular, except that from a distance it looked like the first line read “smoking pets.” Which we thought was funny. And it kind of was. At the time. Just laugh, okay?

We also went to Mast General Store and found curiosities such as “pickled garlic.” (As soon as you open the jar, some vampire in Wisconsin drops dead.)


We also found this lovely set of artificial mustaches—one for every day of the week. I decided this would be a wonderful and unique gift for our very own Daniel Stephen Moses Nickerson, who was compelled to shave off his facial hair before returning to school and would possibly be going through withdrawal. So I bought the set and presented it to him on the day of the Great Shearing.

After our downtown adventure, our dad got some of the photographs from his world travels enlarged to poster-size and then framed them for our apartment walls.

Here are the ones now displayed in our living room:


An iron gate to a garden in Prague

An old stairway in China


And our personal favorite … A pile of rocks in Greenland. But what a cool pile of rocks it is! It’s probably the remains of a Viking settlement. Or an ancient grave marker. Or something some extremely bored Greenlandish teenagers did to pass the time. But still it’s pretty cool.

So there you have it. Greenland rocks!

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Football

September 1st, 2008 by witherow

For a long time I didn’t understand the mysterious game of American football (which, incidentally, is not the same as non-American football, which is the same as soccer. They make this confusing on purpose). Now, after doing a little research online, and even going so far as to watch a game or a half, usually in the middle of talking or eating salty carbohydrates, I now understand the basic premise of the game.

Basically, American football works like this: One lucky team member catches the ball and runs as far as he can with it until all of the 400-pound guys on the other team jump on top of him in an attempt to crush him. Then the officials blow the whistle, all injured players are cleared off the field, and they start the exact same process over again, just about 9 feet closer to the goal than the last time. If a player actually makes it into the end zone, he does a goofy dance to show everyone how glad he is that all of his bones are still intact.

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