Halloween is here. This means sweets. also sweets. and sweets. also ghosts, and scary things, but mainly sweets. or so I'v heard, not having done anything like trick or treating in little old Zim, but all the same, seeing as one half of me is from the USA (the Dan part), I think sweets should be in order. So does Esk, at least the savoury bone kind. Give her all the bones in the graveyard! :)
NOTE: I stand corrected: I am told I was wrong about the sweets. Halloween doesn't mean sweets apparently, but 'Candy.' no wonder I never got any. I must learn American :)
30 October 2012
25 October 2012
Customised Invitation
18 October 2012
16 October 2012
feeling sick
This weekend I was ill, I hate being ill. I'm miserable, I feel miserable, I look miserable, and I act miserable.
And I lie in various places in the house (depending on where Dan is :) ) and moan about how ill I am feeling. (Once I spent a whole weekend moaning in my sisters bathtub (soothing hot water) about how ill I was, and no one took any notice of me. I ended up at the emergency room - HA!).
Admittedly this weekend wasn't that bad.
I made a brief outline on how I am treated when ill:
Day 1: I get little, or no sympathy on account of being 'dramatic' :)
Day 2: I finally get sympathy once Dan realises I may be ill and then I am looked after....
Day 3: I am discarded, and ignored once Dan realises I'm not on my way out.
Day 3 arrived early this time:
TRUE STORY!
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09 October 2012
Weeping Willows
' When she missed her long hair Beth would go and stand below a weeping willow tree and imagine it was her own hair floating around her'
or
'Feeling self conscious on her first day of school, Beth stood amongst the leaves of the weeping willow tree and didn't feel so alone'
or
'Beth put this down as the nicest thing to do on a Saturday whilst standing still'
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