Sorry

I have absolutely nothing to say.

Except that I had to clean my room today because we're having a family reunion this weekend and my aunt and uncle will be staying in my room and this place is like...not fit for human survival. There are hair balls under my bed. Of MY hair. Okay. That's gross. You didn't need to know that.

Over.

Quotes from the Rosenau dinner table

My dad eating a HIGHLY PROCESSED Little Debbie's lemon cake thing: "I'll bet this has never been touched by human hands. I am the first to touch this. It's like I'm an astronaut." 

Dad: "Some people like baseball."

Sam: "Some people like sticking needles in their eye."

Dad: "No, Sam, they don't."

How do you spell coconut?

So Celeste has given me a kind of challenge...sort of.

She claims that if you rub coconut oil on your legs after you shave it will make the hair grow slower and finer.

I HAVE ACCEPTED THAT CHALLENGE AND NOW HAVE A JAR OF IT SUTTING ON MY BATHROOM COUNTER (compliments of Celeste's Costco bucket of the stuff). I have used it once. Updates to follow.

I'm back to watching Vampire Diaries. Which is stupid. I'm stupid. I watch stupid, dramatic things. And I'm all the way through season 6 of Grey's Anatomy and haven't updated and in really sorry and I promise I'll get on it. BUT IN THE SEASON 6 FINALE THERE'S A SHOOTER IN THE HOSPITAL AND DEREK GETS SHOT AND A LOBOF PEOPLE DIE AND MEREDITH IS TRYING TO FIX OWEN WHO WAS SHOT AND SHE'S BLEEDING AND THEN SHE'S JUST LIKE, "oh yeah, I'm having a miscarriage" AND IT'S LIKE WHAT?! WHAT?! AND IT'S SUPER TRAUMATIC AND I WILL EXPLAIN MORE IN DEPTH VERY SOON. 

I hand washed a bunch if my clothes today. Dresses and really easily damaged shirts and stuff. I was going through my dresses looking at the tags for hand wash directions and realized that most of them are hand wash only and I have never hand washed anything until today which means I have dresses that I haven't washed in like, two years. And for some reason...that doesn't bother me nearly as much as it should.

The girls and I watched Princess Diaries 2. That is an awesome movie. And there should've been a third because she needed to end up with what's-his-face. Sad. Very sad.

VACATION NEXT WEEK. WITHOUT INTERNET. AND THAT'S REALLY GOING TO SUCK. Even my dad is dreading that part. Him and his smartphone. He's all tech-savvy and my mom still has a flip phone.

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Random Acts of Kindness

Today Maggie and I went through the Dairy Queen drive through and went we got up there they said that someone inside had already paid for our ice cream! So sweet. So freaking sweet.

Today and the library it was SO HYPOTHERMICALLY COLD. LIKE I STILL HAVE NO IDEA HOW I SURVIVED. IT WAS TERRIFYING. MY LIFE WAS FLASHING PAST MY EYES. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.

Moving on.

My life isn't interesting enough to have a blog. They should shut me down. The international boards of bloggers (the IBOB) should shut me down.

Hm.... What else is there.... What is there....

OH. The kids and I watched ATLANTIS today. AND IT WAS AWESOME. I forgot how awesome that movie is. Seriously, it's fantastic. It's freaking fantastic. It has everything. Mystery, romance, magicalness, myth/legends.

Highly recommended.

But Cady sat there the whole time hypothesizing who Milo was going to fall in love with and it was super distracting.

Also, Tank rang the bell with his nose today. To go outside. We're training him to ring a bell to go outside. AND HE DID IT. That's progress people.

Over.

Update

TWITTER UPDATE: I SUCK AT THIS SO MUCH. LIKE SERIOUSLY, THERE ARE TWELVE YEAR OLDS ON THIS SITE AND I'M AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE (as previously stated) AND I'M JUST LIKE, "Is a 'favorite' like 'liking' something? And how do you comment on things? And is someone following me? WOW. SOMEONE'S FOLLOWING ME."

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Nicki_Rosie

I GOT A TWITTER. I'M AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE WHO JUST GOT A TWITTER. TONIGHT. And that's kind of embarrassing...

Nicki_Rosie

Such a stupid name.

I'm such a stupid person.

I'm so sorry that I'm so stupid.

Well... After that lovely dose of self-hate... Tomorrow is British day!

That means that tomorrow, at the house of the kids I babysit for, we will be using only British accents when we speak. No American allowed.

This could be interesting...

Also we're reading Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone, which was written by a British person, so I will be reading it in it's natural dialect.

That is all.

Over.

Saran Wrap

On Friday we Saran wrapped Addy's legs together. Then duct taped. I think we need to go while body next week.

Over.