Rachel's doodle

Today, I am handing the blog over to my little sister.

The picture is an alien from Jupiter. My friend Brian made the alien and I did
the background. I did it for my sister. I hope you like the picture.

Kids can't write

Since my mother cut our cable, Rachel has been playing her Wii to cope with withdrawal. Her Wii marathon yesterday kept her sore today, so in Sunday school she wrote this prayer:

I pray for

me because I hurt myself almost everywhere.

What a prayer. When I look back at my writing from middle school, I feel the same way I feel about my sister's writing. I wrote an awful poem comparing organized office supplies with racism. Here's an excerpt:

I know I don't belong

In a folder named Asian

So I know no one else does

Wow.

Ms. Reichenbach

I doodled this masterpiece during my Macroeconomics class. I think the class is useful but this lady makes it so hard for me to concentrate on her lectures. She talks about irrelevant things and she uses the phrase "All right?" continually. My friend, Kelly, recorded that during one period she said that phrase about 178 times.

Good News!

I probably haven't written anything definite about my project so I will explain what is going on. My friend and I started a project last year called Read for Charity that uses different mediums to raise awareness about illiteracy and gather funds for First Book, a non-profit organization. The main part of this idea was publishing a children's picture book.

One year later, our vision is about to become a reality. Our book is about to be printed! I'll update with more information soon.

I need a purse...

Why can't I find a good purse?

I don't have the time to get off my butt and search for one.

I just need a purse that will work! I'm so tired of those teeny, useless, gorgeous purses and I don't want to lug around a grotesquely baggy purse. Do designers even think about how awkward it is trying to handle a purse at the table. I hate keeping it at my lap. I feel strange putting it on the table. There is no way I am putting it on the floor or hanging off the chair. That's just asking for someone to steal it.

If I got one of these purses, I wouldn't waste a second thinking about what to do with my purse. I'd put it right in the middle of the table and let the drooling commence.

They are from the 1970s.

The black one is a "American telephone bag by Dallas Handbags in patent faux crocodile leather."

The red one is a "red plastic telephone bag by Dallas Handbags with working telephone."

Did you get that? You can plug them into a telephone socket and they will actually work! They should make cellphone purses...

Yeah, yeah. These are impractical. Shut up.

I guess I'll look for the perfectly sized, quirky, over-the-shoulder, sturdy purse later.