Snow, Lily, Cold, Books, Craziness, and REAL LIVE PICTURES!!!!!

Winter Wonderland

Okay, what was she doing??

Wait...they swung in the snow?

Eew!! Who is this?!?!? Oh, right. That's me.

This lighthouse thingy. Lotsa stairs...creaky ones at that.

Little cousins on a snowy beach.

Mr. Annoying playing his VERY ANNOYING drums.

Mr. Annoying again.

Eeew!!! Wait, that's me again.

It's cold outside. Half a foot of snow is cold. And wet when you step on it. And hard when it gets compacted by tires pushing down on the slippery ground trying to hold up all the weight of a car. Which is why it's slippery in the first place. Since I live *sort of* close to school, I walk through a *now very snowy and cold and goose-poopy* field to Thomas' school. Then I walk home. Over a river and through the woods. Stuff like that. And ya know how when the snow plows come to plow the snow off the roads and make these *rather large* mountains of snow off the side of the parking lot of the school that are really slippery and tall and hard to climb over when you're walking home from school in jeans and a *very* heavy backpack? Yeah, those are also kinda cold.

Now, about Lily. She just danced in singing and skipping, and is reading quite well lately, so she asked if I was blogging about her yet, so she read what I was typing at the moment and went crazy ranting and screaming about how I shouldn't ever blog about her, then saying that "I should blog about Bethie. Blog about Beth, not Lily. Blog, blog, blog, I don't like blog. I don't like blogs. They're really annoying. Why are you blogging about me. STOP TYPING DOWN EVERYTHING I SAY IT'S NOT NICE. NO, SERIOUSLY, I DON'T LIKE IT!!!!" So, she actually said more than that, but when she saw what I was typing she started talking really fast about blogs and herself and Beth, and inserting random comments. "Are you still blogging about me??"

Cold is cold, because what else would cold be, other than Freezing Cold, which is just a *very cold* subcategory of cold. Which is really cold when your toes and fingers and nose and ears and eyeballs and your face in gereral get quite frozen, so walking into a warmish room they feel like they're burning, and running coldish water over them makes them feel like they're on fire. That's really cold.

I just keep going between obsessing over a book, and then staring off into space, not really caring about anything, these moods lasting hours or days (weeks don't really work with books because they're done in a matter of hours, days if it's long and I read slowly and thoroughly. I guess my reading of books is rather like Thomas eating *shivers*. I half read, half skim, to gobble down as much book as possible while still getting the story.)

Just like Cold is *very* related to snow, Craziness is *very* related to Lily. She isn't mellow anymore, she's a crazy *goose* or insane *monkey*. A very strange little girl *giggles*. Those giggles could be from either me or Lily. You decide. Anyways mom said that I should upload pictures, which is quite obvious because you've already seen them before reading this if I do end up putting pictures on, or this is another annoying bit of information that I'm being lazy again if I don't actually end up putting pictures on.