Tattoos Everywhere. Again

So ever since the tattoo incident in BG, my sister is fascinated by temporary tattoos. She was just sitting here talking about how her best friend Becca had a rainbow temporary tattoo with sparkles on it (this, by the way, JUST happened). I suggested that whenever I got married the bridesmaids would get unicorn temporary tattoos on their arms. My mom added that I could give little favors filled with various temporary tattoos in them. Anyway, I remembered that I hung out with "Jim" (see previous blog posts for the explaination of this) and my favorite sophomore in the entire world, Katie Barnes last night. My mom made me leave at nine because I had not been home all day, due to working on a project for Earth and Space from 11 until 12:30 and hanging out with Jim at 12:45 up til then. When I got home, Jim texted me and informed me that they had found Poptart temporary tattoos in his wallet (how they got there and why he had them is still unclear to me). I say Katie today and she told me that it was true and they had to cut the temporary tattoo in half and she got the half that said "Rooms for Rent" on a toaster and two Poptarts, whereas Hea- I mean Jim insisted on getting the part that said "Poptarts!" on it. When I revealed this to my sister and my mom, Olivia said very loudly, "PLEASE MARRY HIM!!!" I feel as if my sister had grown up very maturely indeed.

"I gotta go pick up the dog Chad."

My sister is one tough cookie and I admire her for that. While we were in BG, she got her heart broken by a boy named Chad. He was a real jerk to her and I wanted to drive back to O'boro and kick his patooty. In trying to make her feel better, my mom, Taylor and my aunt proceeded to say things like "What the Chad?!" "I got to take a Chad." and my favorite, "Shut the Chad up!". It definitely has caught on and my sister uses this phrase repeatidly. The other day, she told my mom and me that she dropped her pencil in band and she said "Oh, Chad!" Maybe not the best way to say it in a classroom enviroment, but it's good that she's getting those negative feelings about that boy out of her system. My dad even says "I got to go take a Chad." It might be immature, but it's really fun to say.

Tattoos Everywhere

So, quite a while ago, my mom, sister, cousin, aunt and I went to BG for a basketball camp for the youngins'. We were driving downtown and my sister and my cousin Taylor act pretty crazy when they're together, so they're in the back seats of my mom's car giggling. They see this sign for a tattoo place. My sister was all "Ok, ok watch this." She this proceeds to raise up the sleeve of her t-shirt and in a very serious face, says "Get out your hot rags boys..I want a unicorn." Everyone in the car busted out laughing. She continued by raising up the back of her shirt and saying "Hummingbird please!" and "I had my mole cut off for this one." (She has a mole on her back). It was so funny, it still makes all of us laugh, two months later.

Homeboy, You're Too Close

My sister is in band and she plays the baritone. There was a band concert last week, so I had to go to watch my sister play (actually that was an excuse, I really just went because all my friends are in band and it's way more entertaining than sitting next to your mother for four hours in uncomfy bleachers or staying at home with nothing to do). So I was up in the freshmen section, you know, just chilling with my band friends when all of a sudden, BAM! MY SISTER IS SURROUNDED BY BOYS. If you have a younger brother or sister, or if you are one, usually the older siblings are over-protective, or at least I am. So I'm sitting next to my friend and being poked, while staring at my sister, giggling at some over zealous, preteen homeboy in a band costume. I am apalled. My sister is too young for boys, she's thirteen for pete's sake! It's a good thing the band director said people could not move during the music or whatever or I would be up there laying the smack down on them. Peace out my fellas!

Missing You

So my sister was at a band trip thing this past weekend. It was pretty quiet around the house. I got things done, such as sleeping in fifteen minutes, getting ready on time and getting to school five minutes before I usually do with Olivia. It was a good Friday. Still, I could not help missing a little part of that annoyingness that is my thirteen year old sister. That night, my family went to eat at Fugi. We were sitting down at the tables and after we had ordered our drinks, my brother said, "Where's Olivia?". It was quite sad because it was very noticible that she was gone, no random noises being yelled from her room and there was no crying from my brother. Sure enough, when we were all in the kitchen this morning, she started arguing with me about something relating to food. My parentals definitely said they missed the quietness. I, on the other hand, am glad to have my baby sissy back.

No Sushi for You!

So if you didn't know, I'm pretty much in love with seafood. What I love more than seafood is Japanese-American food. I just love watching the habachi chefs do all these tricks for our entertainment. Anyway, even though I prefer the hearty meals of Japanese-American cuisine, what I really love is sushi. Now you're probably going, "Uh, that's sick nasty girl. Late-r." But it's really good (Ninki's has the best, btw). Ok, well my mom and Olivia went to go watch the Ohio County High School state game thursday(I think???) with my mom's sister and her daughter (Auntie and Taylor. I feel as if I've mentioned them before..) because my mom and my aunt have both played at OCHS. So my dad, Evan and I went out to Ninki's for dinner (my whole family loves Japanese food also, but none have compared to me). My dad is on this dumb diet where he doesn't eat grain, and eats more protein, so he got sushi (less rice than a regular hibachi meal, but more meat because it contains more fish), Evan just got vegtables and rice and I got scallops. I won't go into a lot of detail, but I got stuffed real quick, quicker than I usually do at Japanese restrurants. So we got two boxes, one for Evan, because he ate like nothing, and one for me. Dad put his sushi in my contain and I was excited because I was all "Awesome midnight snack!!!" But unfortunately, no. When I got home, I went upstairs and fell straight asleep and woke up at 6:30 to get ready for school. When I went downstairs I found one of the boxes open so I was like "Wooo sushi for breakfast!" When I opened up the fridge, I froze (haha. pun). There was no white box in the second shelf where I had placed mine last night. I close the door, and turn around slowly. "WHO. ATE. THE. SUSHI?" it took all of my might to not scream at my familia. My eyes zero in on my sister who stares back, but with a pink glow in her cheeks. I give her the death glare, realizes she was the one who ate all of my dinner the night before. I will go ahead and admit, that since my sister ALWAYS brings home food from Japanese restrurants because she NEVER eats even half of her meal I help her out by just snacking a little bit on her food so she doesn't have to eat so much. I guess this was her revenge. I heated up my brother's leftovers (because it was HIS box she so cleverly avoided) and ate that while death staring her down. Oh. It. Is. ON LITTLE SISTER.

Harry Potter is Not a Fan of UK Basketball, the Jerk

Watching UK basketball is a tradition in our household for three reasons: my parents went there, my dad thinks Coach Cal is a real person and the players are really talented. So we're sitting in the sun room, just kinda chilling, watching the game when all of a sudden on a commerical break my dad turns off the tv. I, appalled, turned to ask what the crap he was doing when he was glaring at Olivia. You see, my sister isn't a fast reader like my dad and me and she has set a goal to finish the last four Harry Potter books in 9 weeks (she goes to CV, so they still have AR). She had 90 pages left in the 6th book that day and she conviently sat next to the tv with her book open but instead of reading, she was watching the game. So, when my dad turned off the tv for the commerical break, she looked up at my dad with the exact same incredilous look I was giving him. He said to her, "If you don't read two pages before the end of the commercial break, you won't watch this game." She finished the two pages, but when my dad turned on the tv, Uk was up by four more points. My mom and I gave Olivia a frustrated look. If you ask me, she should have gone in the other room. This continued about two more times before the game ended. Needless to say, I will not allow her to watch the next game if she has not finished the last two books. GO UK!

A Little Late, Are We?

Last night, one of my guy friends came over to interview my dad for a Pre-Calculus project. I used to like him last year for a few weeks, but I haven't held any romantic interest in him since November of 2008. He was over for about 30 minutes, interviewing my dad about a job in the medical field during college. After he left, I walked in the Great Room (living room) and my sister was sitting on the couch, eyeing me with a suspicous look. I asked her what was up and my mother informed me that Olivia thought I should date the guy. When I looked over at Olivia, she raised her eyebrows up at me. I then proceeded to explain that I do not enjoy my friend's company like that, and I haven't been interested in him for over a year. To which she replied, "Well, he wants to be a doctor. And he's cute I think you should date him." Clearly, my sister has a lot to learn about why to date a person.

Sad Day

So I went to Transylvania this weekend, (which was flippin' awesome!) and my brother, dad and Olivia stayed home. She texted my mother on Saturday asking for something from the mall in Lexington. So we went to this Alumni Store and got her this cute little Kentucky t-shirt. I was so excited about giving it to her that I was bouncing on the way home. When we arrived at my house, I rushed in to give her the t-shirt. She showed no emotion whatsoever. I was really crushed so I went upstairs to my room and got on Facebook. Facebook always makes me feel better. Haha.

Oh History Book, where art thou?

So I know it's been a while, but nothing really interesting has happened. Until today. I took Olivia to my aunt's this morning so my uncle could take her and our cousin to school. She gets out, shoe and sockless and like strains to climbs up the stairs to their front door. I get to school and to my disgust, she has left her history book in my car. It's 7:45 and I don't have time to drive all the way back to my aunts and nobody has answered their phone so I don't know if they have left yet. I leave Olivia a voicemail telling her that her stupid book is in my car. Thankfully my uncle calls back five minutes later as I'm talking in the lobby. So I walk back out to the car to unlock it and wait for them to arrive. As I'm about to walk off and just leave my car unlocked, they drive up and Olivia climbs out, wearing shoes, and grabs her book. I tell her "you're welcome" and start to walk off when she offers me her diet coke. I'm not a fan of diet anything but I accept the peace offering. It's only when she runs back to the car that I realize the can is a fourth of the way gone. Thanks, little sister.

Shock Collar

So I'm sitting on the couch in the great room (aka the living room; my family just wanted to be fancy) just listening to music when I hear my mom yell "Olivia" really loud. I immediately perk up, turn off my music and pay attention. Olivia is sitting in one of the arm chairs reading her Harry Potter book with a smirk on her face. My mom walks in holding up one of our dog's shock collar. (Background info: we own a small begion-wiener dog mix who is two. In our yard we have a hill and a metal fence that does not touch the ground all the way in one spot. When we first got Charlie he got out of the fence a lot so we had to get a shock collar so he wouldn't run away.) I become very confused as to why she is holding the shock collar so I ask what's up. Apparently, Olivia had put the shock collar on my five year old brother Evan and told him to walk out the front door and get the mail (the invisible fence only extends to the front porch). Thankfully, Evan had gone into the sun room and showed my parents what his sister put around his neck. She almost got grounded. So close, and yet so far away.

It's a Sno' K Day

So it's Friday, around 4 when I get home from school and find out Olivia has her friend over and they're up in her room watching some werid youtube video about a prank call. I have the brillant idea of going out to eat Japanese before my sister and her friend go to a movie (you know, the typical middle schooler cliche). So we ask our mom when she gets home from my dad's office if us three, Olivia and her friend and myself, can go eat. Mom and I got in this argument about something that to this day doesn't make any sense. So she left and Olivia said something about it being all my idea so I yell at her to call my dad and ask if he would pick up Olivia, her friend and go get our cousin after we go eat. After many calls sent to voicemail and a lot of convincing words directed toward my mother, we were finally allowed to go eat and the come STRAIGHT HOME at 6:30 (now why would she not trust a sixteen year old with an intermidate license is beyond me. haha). So I drive us to Ninki's, the one of the best places to eat Japanese food ever invented besides Fugi, but we were on a tight schedule and didn't have enough money for expensive, yet terribly delicoius food. So as we got our table, my sister and I decided to get a dinner for two, which came with two egg rolls with our soup and salad. While I was politely eating my salad and chatting with her friend, Olivia grabbed an egg roll and like rolled it one of the two sauces supplied. AND. DOUBLE. DIPPED. My anger flared, but then kept my cool for her friend's sake. So we got our dinner and I was halfway finished when I checked my phone to see what time it was. 6:37. "OH CRAP," I thought. We asked for boxes and the check and the waitress was quick about it, thank goodness. I had not even a fourth of my dinner left, Olivia's friend has like five bites in her box and Olivia herself...she had half of her dinner left. I swallowed a jerk insult that would just start crap with her, because I wanted to project myself as the good child of the Bradley's. Anyway, I had to drive across the street to my dad's office to drop them off so they wouldn't be late for their movie. I drove home feeling pretty full and tired. I plop upstairs on my computer and start reading the Percy Jackson series (coming out on president's day! and I'm making my dad take me to see it like the day it comes out, since we both really like the Greek culture (: ). When my parents came home from picking up the girls from the movie, Olivia, her friend and my cousin Taylor (exactly two months younger than Olivia) bounded up the stairs. I realized that I probably wouldn't get that much sleep that night so I got on my laptop to play some game and plugged in my headphones. It only seemed like maybe an hour at the most, but the lights in Olivia's room were off and I heard her trademark snoring. I looked at the clock and realized it was 2:30 a.m. I laughed. I stayed up later than Olivia and her seventh grade friends for the first time ever. Win? I think so. (yea, I know it's not the most interesting blog ever, but I guess hormonial teenage sisters take a break on snowy weekends)

Whisk-y Behavior

( I just love this title! I'm just so darn witty (: )
It's Thursday afternoon after school. Pretty good day, one of those days that just go right, you know? So I'm upstairs just Facebooking, when my good mother calls me downstairs to help put away the dishes. I happily bound down the stairs, just so excited to help out my great family. Not really, but anyway I get downstairs in a good mood and I spy my sister about to put up a whisk. I playfully pat her on the butt, honestly just trying to be silly. She turns around and WHACKS me with the wire-y contraption (did you like my kenning Ms. Gunter? Yea, I didn't think it was that good either haha) on the arm. Never been hit with a whisk? Trust me, it's pretty painful. I had a marks for a good hour and a half. Anyway, after she smacks me, I yelp in pain. She giggles and is like "Oh, that did not hurt." At that moment, I was so angry with her I wanted to grab the whisk and beat her with it. So I replied with "Do you want me to rap you with it jerk? I have whelps on my arm!" To my joy, she gets a stern talking to and she sincerely apologizes after a minute or two. I was feeling kind of smug but I still told her it was ok. Cora - 1 Olivia- 0 (:

Monday January 11th, 2010

So today we had an hour delay for snow. I thought I was going to get up and then take my wonderful thirteen year old sister (Olivia) for breakfast. Fail. I wake up at 6:03 to the sound of her snoring. Way to start off my morning little sister. Somehow, I fall asleep again only to be awaken at 7:25 by my mother asking her if she felt well enough for school. I think, "Just say no. I don't want to drag your butt to Auntie's" (Auntie is my mom's sister Margorie. Don't ask.) Usually by the time we get ready to leave, she's complaining about not having enough time to straighten her hair and wants me to do it for her. It's not that difficult. It takes me fifteen minutes to straighten my huge mane of hair and it takes her an hour, just because she has no idea what she's doing. But apparently, she must have been really sick because I didn't hear a peep out of her the whole morning, except to tell mom that she wasn't hungry. As I was about to leave, mom told me I didn't have to take Olivia. I breathe a sigh of relief, with a hope that she doesn't puke her guts up at school. Secretly, I hope she does so I can hold it over her for our next embarresing encounter. All in all, not a bad morning for these duo teenage sisters.