Hit and run

Today in the kitchen my sister and i were talking about the cool gay guy that walks around PCC who always wears the most AMAZING clothes! He has the sleekest pointy toed shoes and leather messenger bags that i would rip off his body they are so amazing! My sister looks at me and says: "See i would run up and steal his shoes. Just run up and grab his shoes off his feet while he's upright! Then run away and be like 'Thanks buddy'!"

Oh the plans of my sister.

got a case of the Munchies!

So this school year my sister has a very busy schedule. She has class early in the morning until late at night on most days, and if she doesn't have school she has work. She is at home so little now. This tiny time space that is allowed her means she doesn't really have time to do anything that complicated while at home, that includes eating. When she wakes up she takes a fifty hour long shower and then has no time to make anything to eat so she ends up grabbing some left overs. On occasions she comes up with strange concoctions with different foods. One of the strangest: Guacamole and raviolis. But most often she just eats something simple like pop-tarts or cereal or she buys something at PCC.

My mom: "Ayla, you scare me! Your already eating like a college student and you still live at home!"

retreat madness!

Last weekend my sister went on a church retreat with her college age group. Everyone had a huge blast!!! she said it was so much fun and i just thought to share these:

Pictures are compliments of Photo Booth Thing. com! As you can see, they had fun!

we were sitting around the dinner table and my sister was reading entertainment weekly and the review of Danny Boyle's new movie 127 hours came up. The true story of a canyon climber who got trapped with his hand under a boulder. Unable to get free he had to cut off his own hand. This is an awful situation for anyone to be in and we were feeling very sorry for the man but reading interviews with showed him to be very reconciled and rather jocular. His book is titled Between a Rock and a Hard Place.

Well my mom said he looked like someone a friend of ours would date. then my sister spoke up with "i don't know if she goes for stumpy men, he' be like come here and i will stroke your hair." then imitated a stump hand stroking hair. because she is a horrible person and that is what horrible people say.

Eating, talking and more eating

My sister, i kid you not, can walk through the kitchen and snack on at least five things at once. Sometimes more. Chips, hummus, apples, spinach dip, cookies anything remotely dip-able doesn't stand a chance. It will be found, smothered in a dip, mashed by teeth and disappear down her throat. Now while she is consuming veggie chips or some other crunchy delectable, she is talking. She talks all the time, even if i am clearly reading she will chatter away not really caring that i am engaged in a conversation with a book character.

Don't get me wrong, i love my sister. When she broke up with her boy friend i got all her attention back, which includes all her conversation. I feel very privileged when she talks to me but i find it increasingly hilarious that she can talk to me weather or not i am listening.

I do not intentionally ignore her. She comes in and starts talking when i am already engaged in reading. usually i then start to pay more attention to her then my book. She is hilarious!

Last month as our family vacation we went to New York City. oh the glamour!!! it was a blast! we saw tons of plays and musicals, we took the subway every where! on the day we went to the Statue of Liberty there was a wicked wind blowing across the ocean as we sailed over to Liberty Island on the fairy. my sister had her camera out and we had fun with it! posing, pretending to fly away or be blown away! We will defiantly go back to gusty NY for some more fun!

GGGAH!!

i was washing the dishes this morning and my sister had just finished vacuuming the couch. she packed up the hand held vacuum to put it up on the shelf where it belongs but as she lifted it up some sand that got stuck in the box poured out of a crack into her eyes. i hear "GGGAHH!" from the laundry room and then a grunt, some yells, the thumping of stuff falling then my sis comes running out to the open back door and with an angry scream she violently hurls a box of trash bags into the yard. she stands there breathing hard then goes out and retrieves it. oh, my charming sister.