Macy's bag vs. purple pillow

Story of the day. Ever had a moment like this? (Note: their names aren't actually Lewis and Dotty)

"Hey, guys, we have to go..." I trailed off, wondering why?
     Lewis and Dotty stood in the center of Lewis' room, gripping hands and circling. Lewis' red-brown curls were flying like a lion as she whipped her head away from the small squishy pillow Dotty swung at her head. In reply, she did her best to hit Dotty with the Macy's bag in her grip. With the bag being empty, it did about as much damage as a feather, swinging lazily in Dotty's direction like it had all the time in the world, despite the apparent force behind Lewis' arm.
     My younger sisters were freaks.
     Dotty's brown hair just past her shoulders was covered by a white woven winter hat with a fluffy ball on the head, and the strings swung as the Macy's bag barely brushed them. She didn't even flinch, while Lewis ducked hurriedly as the round purple pillow veered through the spot where her head had previously been
     A Macy's bag versus a squishy purple pillow, it obviously wasn't a fair fight.
     "Um," I said uncertainly, wondering if I should ask. In the end, I decided I shouldn't, and that I really didn't care. I could tell they weren't really fighting, because they were laughing and grinning hysterically. Strange things happened at my house.
     Dotty glimpsed me and she grinned excitedly, giving Lewis an opening to scrap the bag across her face, as much good as that did. When they circled around, Dotty swinging the pillow at Lewis, it was Lewis' turn to see me and she smiled manically, her freckled face's cheekbones rising. The pillow hit her in the face as she got distracted, and they both laughed, ignoring me.
     I backed away slowly, deciding to leave them to their fun. Some questions were better left unanswered.

Conversation with a Character

Is it just me, or does anyone else have conversations with characters they create?
... Just me? Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyway, this is an interesting conversation I had with Ally...

Ally: Hey, Anevay.
Anevay: Huh.
Ally: Do you realize that you just typed teh instead of the?
Anevay: Oh... so I did. Thanks, Al.
Some time later...
Ally: You did it again.
Anevay: Ah! Shoot!
Ally: Why do you do that?
Anevay: It's an accident!
Ally: Gotcha...
later...
Ally: Hey, Anevay.
Anevay: Yeah.
Ally: Do you have a knife?
Anevay: ...Why?
Ally: I need it to cut my samich.
Anevay: What kind of sandwich?
Ally: Grilled cheese!
Anevay: Yum! I want some!
Ally: Okay, here ya go.
Anevay: Ah, thanks!
Ally: Did you eat it?
Anevay: Yep!
Ally: Thought I should tell you... I found that one under Percy's bed. Who knows how long that's been there.
Anevay: Ah! Gross! Ally!
 Ally: Heh heh! That's what you get for making me such a devil child.
Anevay: I made you a prankster!
Ally: And I have prank-ed you.
Anevay: Man... you little...

That's Ally for you... she a naughty.
(PS: CLAIMER: Ally is completely my character. Let it be known that she is mine. Copyright is mine as well. Thanks.)

Christmas hat

I walked into Walmart today and this lady that worked there was wearing a really cool hat.
     You know those hats that dance? You push a button and the bell at the tip jingles a Christmas tune? She was wearing one of those. Those hats are so cool.
     I commented on it, saying it was really cool, and she smiled and asked my little brother if he liked it. He being shy about talking to strangers, he looked down at his feet and didn't say anything. The lady laughed and said, "A few years ago a little boy about his age asked me what was in my hat," she laughed. "I told him it was magic and his eyes about popped out of his head."
     I had to laugh at that, and as the lady walked away with a cheery, "Merry Christmas!" There was one thing I was thinking.

     I wish I had one of those hats!


MERRY CHRISTMAS!

No foul language (except for teachers?)

I'm not a fan of swearing, believe me. But when teachers do it, it's so unbelievable that it's almost funny. These are the funniest instances I remember of teachers swearing...

Mrs.Flamingo
     First of all, her name isn't really Mrs. Flamingo. She just really likes flamingos, and I wouldn't want to use her name on here without permission.
     We're sitting in English class, listening to Mrs. Flamingo talk about genres, and we're on the romance genre. And when she's talking about something she has a particular opinion about, she can go on forever. Not to say that she isn't awesome and funny--she is. She's just very passionate and opinionated. Opinionated people can go on forever. I would know--I'm one of them.
     Talking about the romance genre, of course Twilight by Stephanie Meyer is going to come up. And when it does, the next thing you think of is the sparkling of the vampires it's the next subject. I personally feel she put a very creative spin on it--Mrs. Flamingo thinks it was creative, but... why? That's what I'm wondering too. Is there science or something behind that?
     Anyway--she gets on to the topic of sparkling vampires and the thing that pops out of her mouth is: "What the H?" and she actually says H--she doesn't even say the word. The expression on her face is so funny, too. It's a mixture between disbelief and confusion, with her mouth hanging open and her head kind of bobbing around. Then she repeats it, "What the H?" only this time she says it, and of course the students start chuckling to themselves.
     Teenagers are so stupid, in case you didn't know. We have problems.
     The other time was a little more, ah, serious. And she always tells us: "Shut up." and she means it. She doesn't say, "Be quiet, guys. Sit down. We have work to do," like most teachers. Nope, she says very crisply: "Shut up." And we usually do.
     This time, we were all out of our seats, talking and waiting for the bell to release us so we could go home and this what she says.
     "Sit your a**es down."
     Yep. You better believe it. Our teacher told us to sit our butts down very colorfully. I don't think most of us heard her, though--which was probably a good thing.

Mrs. Biology
     This is my biology teacher, and she's really cool. Whenever I walk into class, she's sitting in one of the student desks and talking to the students, looking like she's one of them.
     See what I mean? She's super chill and way cool.
     This was her talking about black Friday (but she went Thursday). She told us this story.
     Mrs. Biology said she was in Kohls, and she was pushing a shopping cart behind these two ladies who were walking really slow--snails pace. You know how the Kohls baskets have that weird bag that's really deep? They're not like regular shopping carts.
     So this lady turns around and says to Mrs. B: "You do realize you've been hitting me with that shopping cart this whole time, right?"
     Mrs. B obviously didn't know. I mean, it's not like she can see the front of her shopping cart--anyway, Mrs. B said something she thought was really funny back: "You do realize you've been walking really slow this whole time, right?"
     The lady glared at her and muttered: "Why do you have to be such a Bi***?"
     Obviously Mrs. B heard her, so she kind of pretended to consider and said: "I try to be, sometimes."
     She thought she was really funny. Which she was. Mrs. B tells us: "I think I'm funny," with this funny expression. Expressive teachers are hilarious. And when we mention that she thinks she's funny she says, "I don't think, I know I'm funny."
     So that's Mrs. B.

Sister Lister
     Lister is my favorite. She's hilarious.
     I don't even have her as a teacher, but I go see her anyway. She's kind an unofficial mentor.
     I've heard her swear before, but only when she was quoting while reading Shakespeare. This time, she said it for real. There are plenty of interesting stories with Lister--she is by far the most expressive teacher I know. She's awesome.
     We were sitting in class, and no one would shut up. I was trying to help, but it was no use.
     So what does she do?
     Says: "Shut the h*** up!"
     Go Lister!
     After that, everyone shuts up. They were surprised--me, not so much. At that point, Lister straightened up, glared at everyone. "Thank you," she says very formally, and began lecturing on respect.
     I respect her, but other students take advantage of her cause she's super cool. That's not cool.
     Teachers are the best. Especially Lister.
     Moral of today's story: respect your teachers! They're people too! They have lives just like you! Plus, they're pretty cool.

Life

Life is like... a flower.
     It starts, as a seed...
Then it becomes a small sapling...
     And with sunlight and water, it grows.
It creates oxygen and sugar.
     Until it's in full bloom.
The bees pollinate, and make honey.
     Then the winter comes, and the flower dies.
Until spring, when more come.

Cheesy yet symbolic? You could say that.
     The seed is our birth, and we need to be planted in good, firm, warm soil in order to grow properly. The sapling represents childhood--the water and sunlight represent proper nourishment and happiness. The oxygen and sugar are the traits that we develop and share as we grow, and then we're full grown and think we know everything. The pollinating bees represent friends and family who are in need of hope, comfort, friendship, assurance--whatever--and those we help become stronger. The honey they makes is in representation of their happiness and giving to others, thanks to you.
     The winter is death. But it doesn't end there.
     We have already had children by then, and they come forth in spring, which is/was their birth, and the process continues. The circle of life.
     Cheesy, yet symbolic.
      A seed planted in good soil will flourish.
     A seed planted in bad soil will wilt--but it can be watered and strengthened.
     So there's my story for the day. Think on it.