It bites...it's inanimate

My dad hands me this metal rim thing to bring inside. 

"Careful it'll bite."

Me-

 "It will bite? What the crap!"

Austin- 

"Yes it will bite."

...not sure what to do with that? Should I drop it? 

Did YOU forget anything?

We are leaving these people house and Daniel walked out after Austin,

"Austin did you forget anything?"

"No."

"Austin did you forget anything?"

"No."

"Austin did you forget anything?"

"No."

My mom:

"Daniel where are your shoes?"

"Oh." 

Haha wow and he was the one nagging when he didn't even notice that he shouldn't be feeling sand in between his toes!

Random comment

"Ya I've been working out so I'm taller."

.....what? 

Eavesdropping.

Simple Beauty

"It makes it more colorful, I kind of like the graffiti."

-Jonathan

Great words of wisdom from a kid. In a country where it is all brown and sandy he find the beauty in the color from the graffiti. 

Monster under the bed

Bella goes under the bed and she just lays there and waits for her victims. I'm just walking around the room and if I pause too close to the bed she pops out and licks my feet. Of course it completely takes me by surprise because I don't know she's under there and I don't know she's going to lick me. And so I make this weird,

"Wahh."

Sound and my moms like,

"What?"

And so it happened again and I was still surprised and I still made the sound. Now I'll be sure to not pause too close to the bed. Because she's a waitin'. 

Take Off

Take Off:

My brother's feet are propped up on the arm rest of the chair in front of him. My mom's feet are planted against the wall in front of her. I'm sitting criss cross apple sause. It's like ya, we're making ourselves at home, don't mind us, frequent flyers. We know how to get comfy on a plane! 

Moments of embarrassment turned funny over time

A moment of great embarrassment in my life. For days I couldn't look at the picture or think about it with out my whole face heating up. Now I purposely found the picture and I consider it an extremely funny memory.

I was sitting in class with my friends on what was probably the last day of school. Our teacher gave us free time and we were all playing games and taking pictures. One of the girls came up to me and said she wanted a picture with me. Just me, not my friends. So she grabs me and pulls me over to where try we're taking pics. Then she says, oh can Saad be in the picture too. And I'm like, okay whatever. Then she just leaves me standing by him and the dude with the camera is like smile and in like what the crap and Saad poses and pus his hand on my back and I'm just like smiling like its nothing and every one is watching us and I can see my teacher in the back ground giving me this 'what the crap' look like, why are you taking a picture with him Sarah, what are you doing? And I'm just like yes my cheeks are burning and I feel so awkward and the picture is done and I walk back to my friends and everything dissolves and my friends are like....well that was weird. And I'm like ya. And my other friend is like, I knew that was going to happen because I saw them looking at you and talking and then Sara walked over here and Saad jut stood there. And I'm all like, some friend you are! You could have warned me! And then I practically melted into the wall and wouldn't look at anyone the rest of the class period and I checked Facebook everyday to see if the picture was posted and when I finally saw it I practically died. My friends all thought it was funny. And now so do I but at the time...it was horrible! In case you're curious...here's the picture.

He's such a creep. 

Mail box Placement

I guess gas stations need mail boxes too!

Ghosting

These four people were doing ghosting. It's where you follow a person with out then knowing and you see how many people join. They invited us to join them and so we did. And this one dude we follow it was like for 10 minutes and he even took a picture with us in the background. It was great! He later joined us and video taped our line and everyone was video taping and these dude with camera hats got us on their camera and it was awesome! Everyone was giving s high fives! :) it was seriously great! This one dude saw us and started running around people and stuff and we followed and it was hilarious because he was like "What I thought we were doing follow the leader!" And ten this older man saw us following him and we were doing choo choo hands and we joined us once he realized it was so funny! 

Usher V.I.P

Yes Usher came to Life :) 

Minions

Minion fire hydrants.

I'm in charge!

When ever our leader leaves he always is like,

"Okay who's in charge.." And says someone's name and is like,

"No! Sarah's in charge!"

And leaves. And I'm like...what? Why me? And everyone's like ahh, he's picking favorites! And I'm like what did I ever do! Later we were talking about how we have more freedom than other groups and I say,

"It's because they trust us."

My friend is like,

"No they trust you, Sarah!"

Deaths stay with you forever

This lady just used the time her dad died as a point of referencing her life. At first I wondered why she was saying that, its a bit morbid and how it would concern us to know she left after the summer her dad died and I was think how simply she said that, with out much sadness and then i realized that she is using that as a reference to how things happened because it was such a significant, important, and life changing thing and that is why she is referencing it and using it as a point to remember the time line of the things in her life. Because it was a moment in her life she would never forget and that is why people use deaths to remember the order of other events happening.

Packing...the battle against Chaos to find the Order

Packing...it's so chaotic! I remember a simpler time when leaving for another country was so simple! But then again I've never had to completely move those times. I just want very thing to fit and weigh right so that I can relax. Why do I kill my self. Everything jut looks more messy and unorganized! What do I do!??? What is all this useless junk and trinkets! Why do I have so many clothes and yet can never find anything to wear!?!? I battle against chaos offend. Because that's what packing is. It's battling against chaos to find order again in the end. And then, you're won....for the time being. Unpacking is so much easier!

The Toy Sword

I have a wall covered in swords of different make size and country. When ever my cousin comes over he's always drawn to my room and always plays with my swords and takes them from the wall. My brothers of course join in and they are just as excited as my cousin. I realize that I never allow them to touch my swords or come in to my room even. But when my cousin is over I don't mind as much if they stay in my room for an hour acting out huge tragic battle sense of the best and quickest way to kill someone. Even when the bust my lights out and brake my granite handle. And I see that same excitement that boys get when they are allowed to touch this fascinating weapon that completed and magnified there masculinity. That simple joy of play with weapons that boys get. And I see that my brothers are just as excited as my cousin to be playing with the swords because they never can. And finally I have to kick them out and put everything back. But maybe the real fun is in the company. In coming up and comparing different ways to kill the enemy and different ways each man from every countries' words would be before they shoot someone with a pistol from Pirates of the Caribbean. Though I know if I left Austin in my room he would still make up his own epic battle all on his own as still have the time of his life. I don't know if this joy will last him his whole life or if maybe it's just one of those boy things. But I have a feeling that even the oldest man will turn into an ecstatic little boy when he picks up a sword and remembers the day he played with a small wooden sword with the other boys and the joy in it. It's not violent it's something else. It's natural and apart of them and it's their nostalgia and their special place. And I pity the man who never got to play with their pretend swords and have mock battles. Because every boy should. And I will make sure my children have the best mock battles ever and I will be sure to join in. And I know my husband will get the same look of pure happiness and fascination when he picks up his fake sword to battle with the equally joyful children. No matter how much a kid can love video games he will always pick up that you sword.

Pile of Clean Clothes

Cody likes to sleep on my clean clothes. I guess it's my fault for leaving them on the floor but come on how am I supposed to find any clothes when theya re stuffed in a laundry basket. And don't even try to tell me to put them in my drawers because I do and then we go on a trip and I have to pack them all and then they get dirty and they are just in the wash AGAIN!! It's like this never ending cycle, they're dirty, they're clean for a sec, they're dirty again! I can't take it!!!!! So I just leave them on the floor. Untill we go on a trip and I have to fold them and put them in my suitcase. But at least Cody benefits. He's not able to get on to my bed, so he has to sleep somewhere till

I can put him on my bed. And at least this way he sleeps on my clothes instead of in my parents closet. I'll just leave the pile there. Then I can find him.

I don't even know...

Okay sometimes I'm such a slow eater. It's like I've been caught in this super slow time stream and I can only go as fast as it lets me while everyone else is going the normal speed. Like I can feel my limps responding slowly and like their moving through maple syrup but it's in my brain. And I can only put so much food in my mouth at a time before I have to stop and just stare out into the space that everything occupies and contemplate the strangeness of the universe. Like why is every fruit shaped differently? And why does our bodies have this self preservation thing where if you're pregnant and the baby isn't growing right your body gets rid of it! How crazy is that? It's like we have our brain that controls our mind and the movements that we make but like everything else is just controlled by some other brain thing in our body that fixes us when we're sick and kills stuff in our body that our defective and thy digests our food. Like I don't consciously digest my food! And I don't make myself breathe. It just HAPPENS!!!! Anyways, yes I can't eat my food fast sometimes. And I'm just stuck sitting at the table for and hour slowly eating at my tiny bowl of rice and chicken and veggies. I think it's my brain-body thing that knows my stomach can only take so mic food at a time and so it takes control of my mind and stuff and makes me eat more slowly and makes me stop after so many bites! I tell you, it's not aliens or zombies we have to worry a out, and it's especially not vampires, it's our brain-bodies! They will soon take over everything for the survival of man kind! And they are brutal because if something is defective they KILL IT!!! But the strong and healthy will survival according to the Brain-Bodies! 

The WAR!!!!

My brother and I are talking about his remote control little tank and how now it only goes in circles.

Me- 

"It's the war. He's gone crazy now because of the war, like Merdock!"

Austin- 

"Ya other people complained on amazon about how after a few days their tanks just went in circles too."

Me- 

"It's the war man, the war's done it!"

Austin- 

"Has the war done it to you too, Sarah?"

Me- 

"....I'm going to ignore that."