Carrots, beans and corn...

Lewis is very... strange.
     She's the sister with curly red-brown hair in ringlets that looks like a lions mane, but she always calls herself a Liger because she's obsessed with tigers--just a bit of background on Lewis.
     We're sitting here watching X-files (great show, by the way), the episode called Miracle Man--but that's not the point. As we're sitting there she asks me: "Can you pause it?"
     "Why?"
     "I'm gonna go make some carrots."
     "Make some carrots? Why?"
     "'Cause I want some. You want some?"
     "...yeah?" I said uncertainly. I paused it and she ran upstairs to warm-up some of those carrots in a can. When she came back, we split the carrots and went back to watching.
     Five minutes later: "Can you pause it?"
     "Why?"
     "I'm gonna go make some beans."
     "What is it with you?" I asked, laughing, "You're so weird! First carrots, now beans..." next she's going to make corn, I thought, mostly sarcastically--knowing Lewis, it was a possibility.
     "You want some?" she asked, so I shrugged.
     "Sure?"
     She made some beans and came back, we split them and I hit play and we went back to watching. The episode ended, leaving me feeling rather depressed, and Lewis says: "Okay, I'll watch another one with you--"
     I cut her off, "You're gonna go make some corn?" I asked mockingly, mostly kidding.
     She went all wide-eyed and made a little puppy dog face, "How'd you know?"
     I burst in to laughter. "You're really going to make corn?" I asked, and she nodded, her lips in a pout.
     "I just want some corn! You want some?"
     "Yes?"
     She took the bowls upstairs, and two minutes later, a hear glass shattering and her exclamation of: "Gosh dang it! Not again! I just wanted to make some corn!"
     That's the third glass thing she's broken this week. Oh, Lewis.
-Anevay

Sisters...

Another post on my sisters. They're really strange.
     So you know how Dotty likes to annoy me? Yeah, well, I like to annoy her too.
     My dad taught me this move to make people let go of things, and yeah, I use it on Dotty sometimes. You grab their hand just below the thumb and twist it the way it's not supposed to go. Let me tell you, it's a handy move.
     The other day I used this on her to make her let go of my pen. I grabbed her hand and twisted it. Immediately, she dropped it, her arm bending and her hand becoming useless with the slight pressure and pain it caused. She was laughing though, and I stepped in, pushing her arm closer and pulling her around in to a headlock.
     "That's what you get for touching my pen," I said, and pushed her to the ground, where I sat on her.
     Dotty is really strange. The whole time I was doing this, she was laughing.
     I love my sisters.
-Anevay

DO NOT TOUCH

I walked upstairs today, looking for something to eat while watching a great (and my favorite) show, and what do I find? Candy. Perfect!
     Unfortunately, there's a DO NOT TOUCH note from my sister Lewis. Otherwise known and the insane child of the family--most likely to end up in a mental hospital... you know. (totally kidding. she's perfectly sane, just crazy)
     I read through it once. And then again--and again, and then I stopped.
     Wait... what does it say again?
     The note read:

If you try to take this candy
That would not be oh-so-grandy
So take this candy if you dare
Then I will squash you like a bear
DO NOT TOUCH
-Lewis

     So how many times did you read it? Confused? I was too. Trust me, nothing she says ever makes sense. It's all just craziness and nonsense, for all I know.
     Oh, Lewis.
     I had a good laugh about it and took some candy anyway. DO NOT TOUCH notes never work. We take it anyway. It's not like they're gonna notice, right?
     Right.
-Anevay

Suspenders

 Have you ever worn something somewhere that everyone thinks is a little weird, but you're convinced that it's the greatest thing since grilled cheese?

     Here's my experience with that.
I was at the library, standing in line to check out some books (as we writers like to do), and I hear this sort of whispering behind me.
    Sure, I'd gotten some weird looks about my purple suspenders, but never people talking about it right behind me. This was something I had to hear.
    I sort of looked around casually, and the people behind me immediately stopped talking. It was a woman and her teenage son. As soon as I looked around, of course, they looked everywhere but at me--really tactful, don't you agree?
     I turned back to the front and tilted my head to the side slightly to leave an ear free of my hair. Sure enough, they went at it again.
     "Suspenders?" the mom hissed.
     "Purple, too," her son muttered. He didn't sound nearly as, ah, repulsed by them as his mom, but he sure thought it was weird.
     "Who wears that?" she murmured. "In public?"
     Ah, the idle gossip of the public.
     I turned around and smiled as it was my turn. She straightened up, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and pretended to ignore me, but I could tell she was embarrassed. Serves her right for talking bad about my purple suspenders.

I just thought this was funny--purple suspenders and pistols?

     As I left, I just laughed. I mean come on, lady, how shallow can you get? People can wear what they want, when they want, where they want. It's none of your business what they liked to wear, but thanks for sharing your opinion and giving the rest of us something write and laugh about.
     She was just jealous.
At least, that's what I tell myself. Whatever keeps the boat afloat.
-Anevay

What goes on between sisters

I really don't enjoy sitting next to my sister, Dotty, during church.
     She's that one annoying little sister that always like to get some sort of reaction out of her older sisters. Namely, me and Lewis, but mostly me.
     I always react, and usually we sort of quietly fight during sacrament, as siblings do.
     It started when she kept looking at me. Like, creepy staring that was meant to make me say or do something. To stop her, I started poking her.
     I admit that it was mostly me, but hey, she's annoying--what do you expect me to do?
     "I'm gonna bite you, 'kay?" I asked, and then answered my own question, "'Kay. 1, 2, 3."
     I then attempted to bite her, but she sort of squeaked and maneuvered away in our limited space. She punched me in the arm, and I tried to bite her again. My sisters call me a vampire--makes sense, right?
     "Ah!" she exclaimed.
     Later, Dotty was attempting to write left handed, and really, she should just stick to doing right hand, because she's not even that good at that, so I can't imagine why she would try to do her left.
     "Why are you writing left handed?" I asked quietly, cocking my head.
     "Because I want to practice," she replied.
     "It looks like a two year old's writing. No, worse than that."
     "Jerk!"
     "That sucks," I observed as she continued her attempt.
     She giggled quietly, "You're so mean!"
     "I've never seen anyone write worse."
     "I tried to fix it, okay?"
     "... fail." I replied, then leaned around to look at my dad, "Dad, look at her terrible handwriting."
     Sigh. I can be so mean to my sisters sometimes, but it only means I love them.
-Anevay

The little things

You know how there are always those cute older couples around? This is a really cute couple in my church ward--I'm not trying to advertise here--the man is the choir director and he's really cool. His wife is really sweet and fun.
     They're not that old. Maybe in their sixties, or somewhere around there, but the point is that they're sweet, funny and cool.
     So he got down from speaking and sat next to her. And instead of giving him one of those arm hugs, she just squeezed his hand, which I thought was really cute.
     Their relationship is just really cute. Not only that, but as I'm sitting in sacrament, I'll sometimes watch them--not in a creepy way--and I'll see him give her these little looks. Like when he's up there about to direct the music and he gives her this little eyebrow bounce. It was so funny I just sat there and giggled.
     Go ahead and think I'm weird, but I think the little things between couples mean so much more than the big things.
-Anevay

Yes VS. No

I don't exactly remember how it started--all I know is that we went on like this for maybe ten minutes. Me and my little brother: Hadley.
     "Yes," the four year old proclaimed.
     "No."
     "Yes!"
     "No, no."
     "Yess!"
     "No, no-no."
     "Yes!"
     "No."
     "Yes."
     "No, no, no."
     "Yes, yes!"
     "No no."
     He laughed in delight, "Yes!"
     "Nope."
     "Yes," he giggled.
     I shook my head indefinitely, "No--no no no."
     "Yes!"
     "No."
     "Yes!"
     "No!"
     "Yes, yes!"
     "No, no, child."
     "Yes!" he demanded, but he was smiling, the little gap between his two front teeth making him look innocent. Be assured he is not innocent. He's a crazy child.
     "No no no."
     "Yes yes yes!"
     "Uh, no."
    We went on for, what, ten to fifteen minutes? I'm not exaggerating at all. I'm not kidding when I say that we went at it for that long. Finally, amazingly, it ended.
     Unfortunately, it was me that had to end it. That kid runs on infinite batteries. He has so much energy, I had to break it off eventually.
     "Yes," the child laughed. "Yes!"
     I sighed, standing, "Goodbye, kid."
     He just grinned with that toothy gap between his teeth, the picture of adorable. I shook my head. The kid was crazy.
-Anevay