I’m not even going to begin to start to explain my long excuse for not blogging for a while. I’m sorry. End of that.

First comes first, I will go in order of the title.

Pumpernickel

This morning instead of having my usual Greek yogurt with fruit, I decided that I was going to go out for bagels. A risky move I know. There is all sorts of trouble I could get myself into while walking around during rush hour in a bagel store none the less. So many people to walk into, so much coffee to spill, trains to miss. All sorts of things. Surprisingly though I made it without any major catastrophes. Just falling once on the bus, I refuse to ride the subway. If something goes wrong I am not getting stuck under ground. “Paranoia will destroy ya’” I know. Moving on. I arrived at the bagel shop in one piece. There was such a selection of bagels, I had no idea what to get. Looking around I saw they had a pumpernickel bagel. Being the weirdo that I am, I wanted to be able to tell the guy behind the register that I wanted a pumpernickel bagel. Ha, pumpernickel sounds so funny when you say it out loud. The bagel was quite tasty. When I got home I looked up what pumpernickel was. It is ground up rye and rye berries giving it the brown look. You have been enlightened, smile.

Trifle

For tomorrow, the fourth of July, I made a Trifle to bring to my aunt and uncles house. Now that sounded funny too that is why I wanted to make it. A trifle is one of those layered pudding cream layered cake things with fruit. The directions were confuzzling, but eventually I got through the. The humourous part though about it was though that when I was putting the blue berries on it one blue berry from each handful would land on the ground. Eventually, I had almost a straight line of blue berries on the floor. It was funny, I left them there for some one to step on or gaze upon. It will most likely be my mom. Hehe, fun. The trifle is in my fridge on a shelf of it’s own demanding it’s glory. It is my trophy of success. It looks pretty good if I may say so myself.

Mini Humans

Now don’t get me wrong, I find mini humans or little children (I call children mini humans) cute and cuddly at certain points, but at others, oh I just can’t stand them. I volunteered at this camp. My job was to help the mini humans find hiding spots in the park, so that when the counselors came, they would have a chance of not being found. I was supposed to be playing too. So I found this really good spot in a between this tall grass and a fence. I though for sure that we would not get found. I was with two little boys and two little girls. I was really happy and proud. But long behold when the mini humans saw the counselors they screamed out “THE COUNSELORS ARE COMING!!! AHHH!!!!!”. I could have strangled them. They didn’t really get the point of hiding and being quiet. Of course I’m the one who falls flat on my face trying to get out from behind the bush.

Adrenaline

Now if you have been to an IMAX dome cinema you will know what I’m talking about. There is one in the Liberty Science Center, which is where I went. It is when the screen surrounds you on all sides except for directly behind you. It is above you in front of you and to the sides. To get up the the top row you have climb these huge stairs. It’s very disconcerting to feel like you are at a slant when your not, and then trying to climb a staircase. Of course I fell. A grand total of 5 times. My shins are all bruised. The vicious cycle begins. The actual film was called Adrenaline Rush. It was about sky diving and base jumping which is when you instead of jumping out of the sky, jump from cliffs and mountains and such. They attached cameras to these jumpers and then had them jump over cliffs and had you seeing them from a helicopter too. I though I was going to die. It was terrifying. Looing 10, 000 feet down and knowing “you” are going to jump it. Some where deep inside I knew I was still sitting in a seat somewhere, but I thought I was going to die. My friend said I looked terrified the whole time. She thought I was having a seizure at one point. Lovely.

Friendly’s

Last but not least, Monday afternoon I went to Friendly’s with my mom and brother. It was like we were in the twilight zone. Our waiter, meaning a guy, had painted on/ waxes eye brows and had that plastered toothy grin on his face. The manager had elf ears and everyone was just super weird in the place. Let us just put it this way, Friendly’s is one French fry short of a happy meal. Today I went to pick up ice cream from the place, my brother wanted some, a lady walked out with painted/ waxed eye brows, elf ears, and a plastered on grin. Du-du-du-du. My brother did not get his ice cream today.

In Conclusion

Kiwi is having a yawning fit and I just got in from running. I am sweaty and smelly, and will probably offend it anyone opens the door. I’m going to go get in the shower. Ignore the time stamp, it’s wrong. I am not a night owl. Have fun and enjoy life.

-Catherine