Grumpy Cat

I think that this little guy is the cutest thing ever!

I could lookup new pictures of him for the rest of my life.  His face makes him look like a human.

If I met him in real life, I'd probably cry.  I'm super jealous of his owners.

Apparently, his real name is Tard.  How sweet..

These are my favorite pictures of him. (:

Isn't he just precious?

Texting in Class

I got in trouble for texting in class today. But I'm innocent, I swear! 

So I was halfway through class. I was being a good kid.  Even took a few notes.  Then I hear someone's phone go off.

"Ha! Sucker's gonna get get caught."

Then I thought, "Wait a second, that kind of sounded like my phone..."

That's when I noticed that everyone was staring at me.

My teacher told me to hand it over.

But my phone is like a child to me.

"Oh come on.  If I was really texting someone right now, you wouldn't have caught me." 

The words slipped out my mouth smoothly.  I realized how jerky that must have come off as.

"Please?" I added a few seconds later as an after thought.

He ended up letting me keep it.  But I'm sure what I said didn't win me any brownie points with him...

At least I'm good in history.

But I was just being honest.  Any high schooler knows that the golden rule of texting in class is MAKE SURE YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON SILENT.

The only people who ever get caught are the ones who aren't slick enough to know how to not be obvious about it, and the innocent kids who forget to put their phone on silent and then get a surprise text from a friend.

I fall into the second category.

I'm going to be mad at the guy who texted me for a few days now.  I know he didn't mean to get me in trouble, or to humiliate me in front of the class.  But I mean, if someone accidentally punched you in the face, it would still hurt, wouldn't it?  So I need some time for my bruises to heal.

All this talk about texting reminded me:

I love when teachers announce to the class, "I think it's funny how you guys don't realize that us teachers are pros at spotting students who are on their phones."

And I'm sitting there watching the kid in front of me texting his friend:

My teacher is retarded.

Animals With Heart Shaped Markings

I recently (as in about 10 minutes ago) became addicted to animals with heart shaped markings.  I think that they are so perfect! Enjoy. (:

CATS

DOGS

OTHER

Sources (In order of appearance)

1. multimedia/archive/01849/cat-heart_1849648i.jpg2.

2.http://www.rhhumanesociety.com/cat_17_Heart_Shaped_Fur_op_450x600.jpghttp://i.telegraph.co.uk/

3. http://dingo.care2.com/pictures/c2c/share/25/256/600/2560075_370.jpg

4. http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3298368839_668e8d0308.jpg

5.http://www.cctv.com/program/worldwidewatch/20090807/images/1249643926924_1249643926924_r.jpg

6. https://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/1856/90m/img.youtube.com/vi/OKYmMJkccL0/mqdefault.jpg

7. http://itchmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/0556161800.jpg

8. https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfoS1o0w1pcXWCAhU2jO6sNpSalgwqUCE9cdJ8HiiyznUH2PSw_3J7EFLl898EVq_R2acoOiCbfbvnzaRHcjviQskvQso_-Eb_2YxcuY_8beni2NFL6svJFLmqpq1ZGLm9tsDNGJbnHw/s640/cute-animals-with-heart-marks-003.jpg

9. http://blog.ivman.com/wp-content/CalfHeart.jpg

10. http://www.rounds.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/heart16.jpg

11. http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_565/1292537824E827Rf.jpg

What kind of markings are your favorite?

The Cutest Bear Gifs

I am just in love with these adorable bears falling asleep. They melt my heart.  Over, and over, and over again. (:

I got them from I Can Has Cheezburger?

http://icanhas.cheezburger.com/tag/heart/

Which one do you like better?

EDIT: I added these later, because I think they're funny.  I've got a little panda, then polar bear pattern going on right now. (:

Crazy Volleyball Practice

Before I even start, here's some background information:
My little sister just turned 13 in October, and she plays club volleyball on a 14 year old power team.  So in my mind, she's a pro.

Anyways, I went with her to practice yesterday, because I agreed to help her out by filming her volleyball practices and games so she could use the shots in the documentary she has to do for her Video Production class.

I found some of the exercises they were doing a bit strange.

First, their coach told them to try and jump to touch the ceiling.

It was a huge gym, I mean, the ceiling had to have been at least 30 feet high.

So all the players sort of just half heartedly hopped with their arms up.  It doesn't matter how good at volleyball they are, they had no chance of doing it.

Well, maybe this chick could have.

Next, the coach told them to get a running start from the end-line, and to jump over the net.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but volleyball nets are somewhere around 10 feet high.  She literally asked them to jump OVER it.

Again, the players tried.  The coach was yelling, "Come on! Convince me that you are trying!    Make me believe you can do it!"

The girls who gave it their all just ended up throwing them selves into the net.

I mean, let's get real here.  I guess in the end, all this builds some sort of muscle strength, and the girls who ran into the net hopefully won't be afraid of it anymore.  I'm starting to think maybe the coach was just messing with them.  But at least I managed to get some hilarious video for my sister. (:

Has anyone else's coach ever asked them to do seemingly crazy things?

Cinquains & Similes

Winter Break starts next Friday, 12.21.12.  But the world is supposed to end that day too, so I'm not sure I should be looking forward to it so much.

Anyways, today in English class, this guy thought up the best simile about Winter Break.  He said:

Waiting for Winter Break is like riding to the top of a roller coaster, the closer you get, the more exciting it seems.

I think that he is a complete genius for writing that.  My simile was so lame compared:

Waiting for Winter Break is like waiting in line for the bathroom when you have to go really bad.

Okay, so maybe that's not really what I said, but it was at about that level of pathetic creativity.

Today we also had to write Cinquain Poems, which are poems that have 5 lines, that go:

2 syllables

4 syllables

6 syllables

8 syllables

2 syllables

Seems easy enough, doesn't it?  The example was:

Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.

So I gave it my best shot:

I dreamed 
there was a tree
it opened up to me.
Out came a monkey.  Then it bit
me hard.

So I guess I'm not much of a poet.  But I could be worse, right?

Anyone know any good poems?

My Thoughts on Eggnog

I personally don't love the stuff.  I admit, it has been a while since I've had any, since the last time I drank it, I had to fight off the urge of gagging out loud.

But it's hard to forget something like that.  I can still clearly imagine its thick, pepperminty flavor.

Nobody in my family has ever really enjoyed it either.  But every year, my father insists on bringing home a few cartons full around the holidays.  Usually he'll have a glass or two, and then it'll sit in the back of the fridge until it, well, expires.

But for some reason, this year, my little sister has really taken a liking to it.  She has somehow managed to go through two of the cartons my dad brought home just last weekend, virtually all by herself!  She chugs that stuff like it's the last time she'll ever see food again.

Honestly, I am impressed.  It's difficult enough getting her to eat vegetables, so I never expected her to even try Eggnog.

Yes, I know, there are probably some people out there who absoutely love Eggnog.  And to them I'm sorry if this upset you.

Well, after pulling up this picture, I got the sudden urge to give Eggnog a second chance (if there's any left).  I guess presentation really is everything.

Do YOU like Eggnog?

Protecting Hardwood Floor From Dog Claws

My family recently moved into a house where almost the entire downstairs floor is hardwood.  It was flawless when we first arrived, but since then, our easily excitable German Sheperd/Rottweiler/Husky mix has been tearing it up.

Whether it's a squirrel in the backyard, or the mailman in the front, she finds something to use as an excuse to skitter across the floor. She gets started so fast that she just runs in place, her feet failing to grip on the floor and scratching it beneath her.

A couple of weeks ago, the floor was refinished, so my dad became really fixed on finding a way to keep her from messing it up again.  Instead of just keeping her outside 24/7, we looked into dog booties.  

We ended up getting a pair from the nearby pet store for only $20.  The guy selling them warned that she would probably just pull them off, but she didn't even try to.  For the first day, she walked funny in them, but after that she was the same as always, minus the scratching up the floor part.

Here's a few pictures of her with them on. Sorry about the quality, I just snapped them real fast with the webcam on my laptop.

 

We take her booties off when she goes outdoors, and after it is dark outside and she can't see anything outside that would make her run through the house.  The floor still manages to get a few bumps here and there, but I guess that comes with having hardwood. And we can't expect to keep our floors perfect forever.

Now she dislikes not having her booties on. She probably likes how warm they keep her feet.

So if your dog has been scratching up your floors, I would suggest looking into dog booties. (:

Does anyone have any thing different they use to keep their dog from scuffing up the floor?

How I Named My Blog

I figure that since this is my first post on this blog, (or any blog for that matter,) that I should take the time to explain how it got its name.  I actually got the idea to start a blog two days ago.  I was home sick with some sort of cold, thanks to my sister who doesn't know how to cover her mouth, and was blindly surfing the internet.

...

And that's where my mind goes blank.  All I remember is I saw something that made me want to have a blog of my own.

The first thing I thought about was when I would start.  When I realized December 12, 2012 was just a couple of days away, I new it was meant for me to start blogging then.  I mean, I'm not going to be alive the next time a date like that comes along.

So all I had to worry about was naming it.  I went to create the blog, and typed in my first few choices for domain names.  My first choice was taken.  No surprise, I didn't expect to be the first one to think up Bloggess.  Then every single domain I could think up was taken.    Some of the choices I put in weren't even that good.  I realized that after I got one that wasn't taken yet, and I decided not to use it because of how stupid it was.  I went to sleep after trying for what felt like forever, telling myself that it was okay, because I still had a few days to figure it out.

Another day passed.  I tried putting in a few more names I thought were original, but still no luck.  Then today in first period, the announcements came.  Our principle started talking like usual, and for some reason, today I actually paid attention.  She told us that today was Poinsettia day.  I personally have always pronounced it poin-set-uh, so I found it really funny that she was saying poin-set-ee-uh.  They are actually one of my favorite flowers, especially during the holidays.  My mom has always put two pots of them outside of our front door around Christmas time.

Then I got the idea that Poinsettia might not be taken for a domain name.  I went home and did my homework like a good kid, then got on the computer to give it one last shot.  I tried poinsettia.blogspot.com with hope practically bursting out of me.

This name is already in use.

I could have thrown the computer out the window, if I hadn't thought my parents would have murdered me.  So as a last resort, I added "the" to the beginning.  It wasn't taken! Then I sat back with my mouse hovering over the Create Blog button.  Again, I realized that it wasn't that great of a name.  I thought it through, and decided that this name was calling to me in several ways.

1. They are one of my favorite flowers.

2. THE NAME ISN'T TAKEN.

3. Today is literally poinsettia day.  It is 12.12.12.  How much more perfect could you ask for?

So I quickly clicked on the Create button, and here I am.

So there's the crazy story of how this blog got it's name. 

http://thepoinsettia.blogspot.com

I am really good at starting things, but not so good at following through.  For example, I will go through several sheets of paper, writing a few words, then deciding it didn't look neat enough.  Once I finally get everything to my liking, I continue.  Then halfway through, I stop caring and then for the rest of the page my handwriting looks like a preschoolers.  So of course, I thought that 12.12.12 would be the perfect start for this blog, but who knows how long I will care for. All I can say is, enjoy the good grammar while it lasts.

Oh, and could someone please tell me the correct pronunciation of Poinsettia? Thanks!