Mermaids and movies

Well I'm completely pooped because last night we watched HP6 and Signs (after that I had to skibble into my bed with all the lights on and try not to think about how Amy and Elise were probably going to come up and scare me, and even though I would know it was them, I couldn't bring myself to bring my head above the covers, or who was walking around down stairs after midnight turning on and off lights) and then I got up and went to church (without eating the pancakes that Elise "forgot" to make me) and then we came back and we went to go check out if the pig that was supposed to have her babies yet was in labor. She wasn't. She probably still isn't. Then we went to the creek with our capes and we walked around and got cramps in our feet from the cold water, and then we dug up a rocking horse (the ones on the big frame with the springs and such. Not the actual wooden ones that your grandma had) on the shore. It went so deep down, and we all got really muddy. And then I found the scull of some small headed horned animal. It was creepsters. Then we came back to the house and we looked at the pig again. And then we helped mom with yard work, and then we looked at the pig again, and now I'm completely pooped, and really cold.

ANYWHO

Mermaids.

A mermaid is a mythological aquatic creature with a female human head and torso and the tail of a fish. Mermaids have a broad representation in folklore, literature and popular culture (yes, that includes The Little Mermaid)\

Interesting? Good.

Have a goodish dayio!

-Michelle

For those of you who aren't interested in boring book reviews (the book was boring, not the review. Just thought I'd clear that up so Amy doesn't start crying and stuff like that.) I have more amazing things to tell you all about!

Like the fact that I'm getting spacers tomorrow!

Or the fact that I just found out that Logan Lerman is possibly playing Spiderman/Peter Parker in the fourth Spiderman?

Or that Rachel McAdams is going to play the villain?

Some people need to learn how to make money the right way. Instead of making a fourth Spiderman they could be making a second Percy Jackson! Eh? Eh? Sound good?

Wizards.

A magician, mage, sorcerer or a wizard in fiction is someone who uses or practices magic that derives from supernatural or occult sources. Magicians are common figures in works of fantasy, such as fantasy literature and role-playing games. They draw on a history of such people in mythology, legends, and folklore.

A wizards accessories are a wand, a pointy hat, a robe, a crystal ball, a smoke maker, a big book, a cauldron, a white beard, a staff, and a little white rabbit.

When I think of a wizard, first I think of Dumbledore, old or new.

Does Harry look short? He is. Does Dumbledore look really big and tall? He is. Its not just the picture.

Then I think of this show Merlin with Colin Morgan and Bradley James. Its a pretty good show, but I'm expecting it to get canceled any day. Its very repetitive.

Arthur in the armor. Merlin in the middle.

Then I think of those pictures of the wizards that you see in those old Aesop's Fable's books that have a billion amazing drawings, or perhaps an illustrated Lord of the Rings.
Then I think of the movie The Sword in the Stone which is an old Disney classic.

Thats merlin in the blue, BTW, and theres Aurthur in the red.

The age difference of Merlin and Aurthur in the show and the movie is very significant, but we try to overlook it.

-Michelle

Cold Weather and Phoenixes

The urge to change into cutoffs and a t-shirt, go out and jump on the trampoline and play German Spotlight is starting to get a little overwhelming. The other day dad told me that it was "nice" outside. I got super excited and ran out the front door only to jump back inside, close the door, and stare at the thermometer that is across from the door on the edge of the porch. Yeah, 40s is really "nice". Really "nice"that its the second of march and its still late November early December weather. Its "nice" that this has been going on for four or more months now.

I have never gotten more bored of the house than I have this winter, but I'm sure by the time summer comes around I'm going to be sitting on top of the vent eating an ice pop and reading books about snow and ice and thinking about how I really would like to lick an icicle off of a building, because ice pops and such just don't do the trick, and how our newly organic lawn that refuses to turn brown for anything (even three weeks under the snow) is so misleading, because when its unbearably hot or unbearably cold, I use the color of the grass as a thermometer.

"Hey look, the grass is so lush and green, I bet its really nice out there!" walks outside - runs back in, "BURNING BRICKS! MY FEET ARE BURNT OFF! OH THE PAIN!" And then I will go on with my week not going outside a single time and glaring at the deceiving grass whenever I get the chance.

And the cold is just as bad.

Sometimes I go out and lounge in the hot tub for a couple of unbearable minutes. Every time I get in the tub of hot, my body goes though a series of uncomfortable waves of pain. Ten uncomfortable waves, to be exact:

First, I have to change into my swimsuit, which is not only cold, but also tight and if that doesn't snap me out of my laziness, the next step will, after I get my towel.

Second, I dash out to the tub, taking my towel with me, and if I'm really feeling cold, I'll skip the 'put on some shoes' stage so I can get in the tub faster. I open the lid and run back inside where I grumble about how I should have put on shoes, and try to get up the nerve to run out again.

Third, I run out again and jump in the tub.

Fourth. I jump out of the tub faster than light, because going from 30 below degrees to 104 degrees is never fun. And then I have to put my tow in and wiggle it around, while my body begins to shiver again, and I wonder if it was really all that bad jumping in the water at once.

Fifth, I submerge myself slowly, soon before my hair freezes.

Sixth, I sit in the hot steaminess for about five seconds before I decide to get my head wet again, which always turns out to be a bad idea, no matter how fun it may seem.

Seventh. Hot again. I jump out of the tub and run around the snow and possibly roll around, but usually only if there is someone there to dare me to do it.

Eighth. I jump back in and my whole body, but mostly my feet, begins to sting like the dickens, as my grandmother says, and I try to take the pain silently, while I gripe about how my hair is freezing, and it doesn't feel good, no matter how cool spiked hair looks. theres just no reward.

Nine. I get hot again and I lift my feet out of the water and grab some snow to munch on. Its about at this point that our dog comes along and starts licking out of the water, and occasionally one of our cats, who usually falls in after getting a little too curious.

Ten. Then I get out (my feet freezing in the process) and I drip water all around the house because it just happens that my room is on the complete other side of the house.

My life is so hard.

Anyway, enough of moping! Is Magical March! (march madness can get a little life) and today is the day to tell everyone something amazing and interesting about PHOENIXES! Like Fawkes!

The Phoenix is a mythical sacred fire bird that originated in ancient Phoenician mythology. It was also in Chinese mythology, Egyptian religion and later Greek mythology.

Somebody unimportant describes the phoenix:

"It was of the size of an eagle, but its eyes were as mild and tender as those of the eagle are fierce and threatening. Its beak was the color of a rose, and seemed to resemble. Its neck resembled al the colors of the rainbow, but more brilliant and lively. A thousand shades of gold glistening on its plimage. Its feet seemed a mixture of purple and silver, and its tail of those beautiful birds which were afterwards fixed to the car of Juno (Aphrodite, the most beautiful of the gods) did not come near the beauty of its tail."

Interesting? Good.

-Michelle

Magical March!

Magical Me!

So February is sadly over, and with it ends Favorite Thing February. But it also means the start of a new challenge. MAGICAL MARCH!

Magical March is something like Favorite Thing February, but instead of random amazing things, I will tell you all about magical beasts and such.

So today, being the first day of March (the best month of the year is over, I'll be in half-hibernation mode the rest of the year.) I found that it is indeed the day to give everyone an extensive knowledge on unicorns.

An unicorn (from latin unus 'one' and cornu 'horn') is a mythological creature. Though the modern popular image of the unicorn is sometimes that of a horse differing only in the horn oh its forehead, the traditional unicorn also has a billy-goat beard, a lions tail, and cloven hooves - these distinguish it from a horse. Marianna Mayer has observed "The unicorn is the only fabulous beast that does not seem to have been conceived out of human fears. In even the earliest references he is fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, but always mysteriously beautiful. He could be captured only by unfair means, and his single horn was said to neutralize poison."

I've found that its proper to say an unicorn rather than a unicorn. Like an historical event.

I don't get it either.

Thats English for you.

-Michelle