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Being Useful

So we is cooking Christmas dinner now. YES I KNOW that its the 27th. We is doing it now because my brother has work on workdays (Who dosent?) and he couldnt come till the weekend. (How do they know its the END of the week. It could be the “Weekstart.” Just saying.) Anyways, I made myself all sorts of useful. Firstly, I vacuumed all of downstairs. Then I cut up the turkeys internal organs and made gravy. Honestly, if I was any younger, the sight of those organs would have made me a vegetarian. Its too late for me now thought. My days of innocence are over. But it DID succeed in seriously freaking me out. I actually cut them up SINGLE HANDEDLY. Because I really didnt want to touch those…..things. Anyways, I think I should be doing something, but I wasnt sure what, so I decided to run upstairs and make myself useful by letting you all know that Im a very VERY useful being. Its called self promotion.Whats that? Youd like me to join your home?…….

Other Christmas Photos Which JUST Might Get Me Killed By My Friends

Heres the rest of the photos from yesterdays Christmas party. I finally got up of my lazy….and got the keitai microSD adapter thing. (At least I think thats what its called…..This post WILL NOT be long. Ive promised myself that. Because recently Ive kinda noticed that all my posts are getting long and rather tedious and…..here I go again…..

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

YAY! Its FINALLY Christmas. I actually just had to ask Nana if today was Christmas, because Ive been getting mixed up recently. Ahahah its because I have been staying up so late recently. My mind is getting all twisted about. Happy Birthday Jesus and thank you for all the things you have done for us this year. You have no idea how grateful I am that You came down to this stinky earth so many years ago, because if you didnt I would probably be just another normal person who goes to school and has no vision for their lives except to go to Hollywood. (Although that WOULD be great…) Instead I get to be a totally awesome, radical missionary, and I also have a purpose behind my life. Thank you for that.  Have a brilliant new year!! We luv u!!!!

In case any of you who happen to read this blog DONT know about Christ and his total wonderful awesomeness, just pray this prayer here and ask Him into your heart. BEWARE. Once you do, there is NO way you will EVER be able to get rid of him. Hes there to stay.

“Jesus, please come into my heart. Forgive me of all my sins and help me to be more like You. Thank you for dying for me on the cross and giving me the free gift of eternal life. In Jesus name, Amen.”

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

Well, Christmas IS A Time For New Things…..Really??

It was kinda funny. Nana was dictating and I was writing out her posts for her, and when I started writing one of her posts, I remembered that I wanted to write about this. (Ill tell you what this “This” is later.) But then, halfway through the posts, due to a foggy brain (It IS 4:30) I just could not remember no matter how hard I tried, what I wanted to write about. This happened a few times during my typing. And it was rather frustrating. FINALLY, I finished the post and then Nana said, “Oh yeah, I wanted to post about THAT!” So then I remembered and all was good.

THAT thing that I wanted to post about was the fact that we, as a family, ( Minus two people) spent our first Christmas in a car. It was pretty funny. The whole time we were in the car I was thinking, ” I HAVE to make this special (Because everyone was already kinda………..”We’re spending Christmas in the car????!!?!?!”) so I was DETERMINED to let everyone know when it became twelve o clock. I was so determined, and I even checked at five to twelve. But then I got sidetracked while I was listening to music and in the end, it was mom who suddenly said, “Its twelve guys.” At least SOMEONE remembered. We all cheered and had a rather merry christmas. It was interesting and definitely a first for me. Thats all I really wanted to say. Just let you all know that I probably had a cooler Christmas than you…..Ahahhaahaha, Im joking. You know that right.
Merry Christmas to you all. Hope you all have food in your bellies, a roof over your head and a warm place to sleep.

A Christmas Party And Foolish Friends.

BEFORE we do anything, I would like to put up the link for my lovely older sisters blog:  NANA!!! (Thats not the blog. Thats my older sisters name.) Heres the link: http://nanabanana813.wordpress.com/ I just felt bad because every night since I got back home, me and Nana have stayed up pretty late and all that we basically did was update my blog (On my part) and watch me update my blog. (On Nanas part.) SORRY NANA! I DO feel a little bit bad. Sorry, I just really like updating my blog. It will probably wear off soon………Really, the only reason Ive been updating my blog recently with all these crazy, long, very forced humor posts is because I got all into the blogging mode after coming back from the Pines Home. Just because I realized while I was over there that somebody besides my mom and dad read this blog. Man, that made me feel great.

Now then, this post is for Seiko. Because I distinctly remember her asking me to post about this party. Seiko, my dear, I wish you could have been here with us. To begin with, we got in the car. And drove to Kyoto……(If you couldnt figure it out that far by yourself, you are a pretty sad person.) I only remember the last bit of the journey because the roads leading up to the new McCivor house was pretty scary, because there were these HUGE ditches on either side of the road. Anyways, we got there safely without falling into any ditches and with all tires intact. I really like their new house. Its really big and roomy and the style is pretty interesting.

(I stole this photo……)

Okay, Mana, youll be so proud of me. I was such a shiner during the dinner preparations. I washed ALL the dishes ALL by myself!!! And Melanie and Jenny ran off upstairs to watch Saturday Night Live. Whos getting more stars on their crown now????? AHA! Dinner was great. I served my plate, but then after I was done, Melanie grabbed it and Celeste served it all over again because they thought I was too skinny and I needed to eat more….. huh??? Isnt that what they do to the pigs…….fatten them up…..and then they….EAT THEM? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  So now, I feel very full and satisfied and a little bit sick. Thanks Celeste. The food was good.

After dinner the gals all hung out. I have more fun pictures from the party on my phone, but I will have to find a card reader for that. I promise to get around to that tomorrow. For now, be happy with these.

Trying to hide the HUGE bags under our (OKAY….my) eyes.

Trying to be a little bit cooler than we already are.

Yes, I AM grabbing Melanies boob. Its a joke mom.

I was trying to go for the cool shiek look, but instead I look like I was craning my neck for a spot in the picture.

I am so destroying the spirit of foolish unity by being on my phone….I look like one of those snobby people who ignore the people around them and text other people on their phones. Thats basically saying, “Hey, I hate the people who Im with. They are boring. Would you like to chat with me.” and rubbing it into the boring persons face.

Again with the wicked phone

Yo. Whats up dog. We is getting down in the hood man. Dude…..ahhhhhhhh. Jenny was going ON AND ON about that sorta nonsense today

YAYYYYYY! Its Christmassssss!!!! All Manner Of Christmassy Things…

Okay, SO TODAY IS CHRISTMAS!!! OMG!!! I cant believe it!!! For some reason, Christmas kinda snuck up on me this year. Maybe its because to me, Christmas is associated with calm relaxing and sitting in front of heaters. So maybe I didnt really feel all Christmassy because I was so busy. (Geez, that came out all wrong. I didnt mean that I didnt have fun at the Pines Home. I just meant that it was a very different Christmas for me……)

Anywho, although its already Christmas, I will upload this years Christmas photos…….because I wasnt home and I couldnt….obviously. Now all you people in the Pines Home who happen to look at my blog. (Mana and Seiko. Im actually talking about you, I just didnt want to name you by name because you might feel like your privacy was being invaded on.) Dont laugh at our Christmas tree. Not everyone has a twenty foot tall tree.

Yaaaaaay. Well now, this picture feels like home. Notice the presents under the tree. They are all mine.

This is so cute. I remember putting this decoration on our tree when I was about 6 or 7 years old. Man, Im old.I sure hope this thingy dosent outlive me. Its looking good for being at least 10 years old. Lets show it some luv.

My most favorite bauble on our Christmas tree. Just because it looks like I drew it.

Okay, this is our Nativity scene. It sure got upgraded from our handmade play dough one that Martin made for us. Not that it was BAD or anything, (It was actually pretty good) but theres just something about porcelain dolls that the little girl in all of us (Um…not you guys. Just us girls….I hope.) just loves.

Now for our family photos. Right before we dashed out the house to a Christmas Party at Melanies place, we took our family Christmas photos. Which turned out fine I supposes, just that I looked extremely tired. All those non sleeping nights are catching up with me. I can only explain that fact that I am still awake at 2 in the morning by blaming it on a sugar high. Pretty soon, I might just collapse. I can only hope that it dosent happen at the dinner table, because then I might just end up in my soup.

Its a family photo as long as ONE of us in it…….

Sisterly love…….the spirit of Christmas.

Nana insisted that I put this photo up……I think I look slightly constipated, but she thinks I look amazing. So there you go.

A serious photo. Like, REALLY serious on my part.

And a more relaxed one. I hope this one gets on our Christmas cards. BUT Christmas is already over. So I doubt ANY of them will get on ANY Christmas card ANY time this year.

To My Dearest Mana And Seiko And Other People. And Breaking Copyright Rules

Dear Mana. I just read your wonderfully sweet and tear enticing post about me and Anita leaving the Pines Home. (See Seiko. I CAN get it right.)

http://my-aquarian-life.blogspot.com/

Theres the link for anyone whos interested. Which SHOULD be all of you. There you go Mana. Im promoting your blog. Do I get a raise????

Anywho, thanks so much for putting up with me and Anita and us bothering you all the time even though you were probably tired. It sure was fun!!!!! Sob, sob I cant believe we are actually home. I still expect Auntie Faith to walk into the room and make a suggestion that we should all be in bed by 10 because we have a show tomorrow. But the only thing that will probably happen tomorrow is Dad coming into my room to tell me that coffee is ready. Which actually, isnt that bad. But you know what I mean. It will take a while to get used to not being in the fast lane so much anymore. Me luvs you. (Now where can that have come from??)

Now about copyrighting. If you are someone who looks at Manas blog or Mana herself, you will know where all these photos came from. But I am going to post them anyways. Dont kill me Mana. After all, you DID steal my tennis ball photo. But no worries. Theres no bitterness going on. Maybe…….(You DO know all this is a big joke right? This whole copyright thing. Just want you to know. That Ive been fighting to let you go…..some days I….never mind.)

Now if only I could find a way to steal them videos….hehe.

Christmas Shopping : A Survivors Guide – By Dave Barry

Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.

In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it “Christmas” and went to church; the Jews called it “Hanukka” and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say “Merry Christmas!” or “Happy Hanukka!” or (to the atheists) “Look out for the wall!” These days, people say “Season’s Greetings,” which, when you think about it, means nothing. It’s like walking up to somebody and saying “Appropriate Remark” in a loud, cheerful voice. But “Season’s Greetings” is safer, because it does not refer to any actual religion. Some day, I imagine, even “Season’s Greetings” will be considered too religious, and we’ll celebrate the Holiday Season by saying “Have a nice day.”
Some of you may be unhappy with this dereligionizing of the Holiday Season, and you may have decided that, this year, you’re going to celebrate it the old-fashioned way, with your family sitting around stringing cranberries and exchanging humble, handmade gifts, like on”The Waltons”. Well, you can forget it. If everybody pulled that kind of subversive stunt, the economy would collapse overnight. The government would have to intervene: It would form a cabinet-level Department of Holiday Gift-Giving, which would spend billions and billions of tax dollars to buy Barbie dolls and electronic games, which it would drop on the populace from Air Force jets, killing and maiming thousands. So, for the good of the nation, you should go along with the Holiday Program. This means you should get a large sum of
money and go to a mall.
Unless you live in Indonesia, there should be several malls within five miles of your home. It makes no difference whatsoever which one you go to: Under federal law, all malls in the United States must have the same 42 chain stores. You have your chain bookstores, your chain clothing stores, your chain shoe stores, your chain restrooms, your
chain electronic-game arcades.
The basic idea behind malls is that they are more convenient than cities. Cities contain streets, which are dangerous and crowded and difficult to park in. Malls, on the other hand, have parking lots, which are also dangerous and crowded and difficult to park in, but -here is the big difference – in mall parking lots, THERE ARE NO RULES. You’re allowed to do anything. You can drive as fast as you want in any direction you want. I was once driving in a mall parking lot when my car was struck by a pickup truck being driven backward by a squat man with a tattoo that said “Charlie” on his forearm, who got out and explained to me, in great detail, why the accident was my fault, his reasoning being that he was violent and muscular, whereas I was neither. This kind of reasoning is legally valid in mall parking lots.
So when you get to the mall for your holiday shopping, the first thing to remember is that you should not park in the parking lot and walk to the mall buildings, because you will probably get killed. Instead, drive your car right up to and, if possible, right into, the mall building. This is perfectly legal; people do it all the time. In almost every mall I’ve ever been to, the corridors were littered with cars, recreational vehicles, snowmobiles and motorboats left by smart
parkers.
Once you’re safely in the mall, you should tie your children to you with ropes so the other shoppers won’t try to buy them. Holiday shoppers have been whipped into a frenzy by months of holiday advertisements, and they will buy anything small enough to stuff into a shopping bag. If your children object to being tied, threaten to
take them to see Santa Claus; that ought to shut them up.
Now you’re ready for the actual shopping. Your goal should be to get it over with as quickly as possible, because the longer you stay in the mall, the longer your children will have to listen to holiday songs on the mall public-address system, and many of these songs can damage children emotionally. For example: “Frosty the Snowman” is about a snowman who befriends some children, plays with them until they learn to love him, then melts. And “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” is about a young reindeer who, because of a physical deformity, is treated as an outcast by the other reindeer. Then along comes good, old Santa. Does he ignore the deformity? Does he look past Rudolph’s nose and respect Rudolph for the sensitive reindeer he is underneath? No. Santa asks Rudolph to guide his sleigh, as if Rudolph
were nothing more than some kind of headlight with legs and a tail. So unless you want your children exposed to this kind of insensitivity, you should shop quickly.
Here is a very efficient shopping method: Divide the amount of money you have by the number of people on your gift list to get an average dollar amount per person. So if you have $160, and you want to buy gifts for 10 people, your average is $16 per person. Now find something that costs $16, and buy 10 of whatever it is. You’ll find many useful gifts in this price range; for example, you could get 10 family-sized bottles of vitamin B. Everyone, young and old alike, can
use vitamin B, and your children are sure to shriek with delight when they find it under the tree.
If you want to buy gifts that are a little more personal, you should follow these guidelines:

Gifts for Men

Men are amused by almost any idiot thing – that is why professional ice hockey is so popular – so buying gifts for them is easy. But you should never buy them clothes. Men believe they already have all the clothes they will ever need, and new ones make them nervous. For example, your average man has 84 ties, but he wears, at most, only three of them. He has learned, through humiliating trial and error, that if he wears any of the other 81 ties, his wife will probably laugh at him (“You’re not going to wear THAT tie with that suit, are you?”). So he has narrowed it down to three safe ties, and has gone several years without being laughed at. If you give him a new tie, he will pretend to like it, but deep inside he will hate you. If you want to give a man something practical, consider tires. More than once, I would have gladly traded all the gifts I got for a new set of tires.

Gifts for Women

Again, you should avoid buying clothes, but not because women don’t like clothes. The problem is sizes. First of all, women’s clothing sizes don’t mean anything. Suppose you’re looking at a dress, and the tag says it’s a size 14. You could measure that dress with every known measuring instrument, checking for every known unit of measurement, and you would never find any dimension that was 14 anythings long. Not only that, but you would never find any dimension that corresponded to the same dimension on any other size-14 dress. Not only that, but chances are you would never find any woman in the entire world who would admit to being a size 14.
Another problem is color. Women do not see color the way men do. Suppose several women are in a paint store, looking at a sample of orange paint. The paint-can label may say “orange,” and the paint may appear obviously orange to a male, but the women will never use the word “orange” to describe it. They will say things like: “It has a lots of blue” or “It’s much too gray.” Don’t ask me to explain it. All I know is, if a woman tells a man she’d like a green scarf for Christmas, he’ll go out and buy a scarf that he believes to be green, based on his concept of “green,” which he got from crayons in the second grade. She will look at the scarf as if it were covered with maggots, then show it to her friends and say: “I asked Harold for a green scarf, and just look at what he got me.” They’ll all have a good laugh, and she’ll return it.
So the safest gifts for women are expensive little bottles of colorless liquids, which are sold at cosmetic counters under names such as “Eau de Water” and “Endless Night of Heavy Petting.”

Gifts for Children

This is easy. You never have to figure out what to get for children, because they will tell you exactly what they want. They spend months and months researching these kinds of things by watching Saturday-morning cartoon-show advertisements. Make sure you get your children exactly what they ask for, even if you disapprove of their choices. If your child thinks he wants Murderous Bob, the Doll with the Face You Can Rip Right Off, you’d better get it. You may be
worried that it might help to encourage your child’s antisocial tendencies, but believe me, you have not seen antisocial tendencies until you’ve seen a child who is convinced that he or she did not get the right gift.

Being Home And The True Meaning Of Christmas

So once again I find myself at the one place I can call home…..uh..home.

This is NOT my home. But I am too lazy to get the card reader from downstairs and I thought this looked nice. I wonder if its a real house, or if it was specially made by a photographer to make all of the people who DONT have a nice Christmasy home feel bad. Probably. Notice the wine.

I am officially home. It feels nice to ……feel calm. I love being busy and crazy and loud. I love doing shows and having something to do. But its also nice to have time to be quiet and relax. Its also nice to have time to get into trouble.

I missed you all people at home. And I have gone on to missing all you Pine People. (Im sorry Seiko. PINES HOME people.) I will sooooooo totally go see you again sometime soon.

Now, to move away from this sad, sad spirit (It IS Christmas…Or it is Christmas SOON!) I will post a few…..things, to get us all out of the blues and into the Christmas spirit. Let us start with a quote about the TRUE meaning of Christmas.

Dave Barry
Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall. We traditionally do this in my family by driving around the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space.

“Its not worth it Roy. Lets jus give him our noses and let him go!” If you think REALLY hard, this probably happens every year in homes all over the world. Except the dessert. Because they dont have snow. And under the ocean. They dont have rabbits. And in Antarctica. Because they dont have blow dryers.


“There has been only one Christmas – the rest are anniversaries. ” ~W.J. Cameron. If you are smart enough to figure this out (Dont feel bad if you cant Mana.) you will figure out that this is actually true.

Now ask yourselves. If Santa WAS actually real (Sorry kids. You shouldnt be reading  my blog.) and he came down your chimney, would you serve him milk and cookies, or chase him out with a broom.

The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.
Jay Leno

Hope you’re happy now Pine people. If you arent yet, I dont know what else to do.

Goodbye Dear Pine People

Oh now, the dreaded day has come. Well, no, it hasnt. The dreaded eve of the dreaded day has come. I am going home tomorrow. BLAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Ill miss you all soooo much! Dear Yoshida kids, sweet ol Auntie Mary, talented Uncle Jeremy,Andrew and Uncle Bruce (Ben….?????)Seiko, Mana, funny Uncle Fran and adorable Auntie Faith. My hearts all broken up right now. I will so totally barge into your Christmas witnessing next year!! Even if Im not invited. Tata you all. Write me sometime. Luvs u!! Thanks so much for letting me come to your home. Its been the best Christmas ever!!!

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