All Things Anne

The first time I heard of The Quilting Bee, seriously I thought it was for older women, and suggested it to my mom! She never joined, but about a year later I did, and I love it! The people are nice, I love pixeling and winning awards, and it’s just a lot of fun!
When I joined, I didn’t visit the BBS very often, thinking “Oh, they already have their own friends, I’m just a stranger, nobody will like me.” Well, lately I’ve been going there, because that’s not how the people are! They’re all very friendly, and a couple people I didn’t even know gave me birthday presents!

If you like pixeling, it’s for you! If you can’t pixel worth anything but want company, it’s for you too!

Wacky Decorations
If you homeschool, I’m sure you know what I mean by “wacky decorations”. I got a beautiful birthday card from Grammoo, and Mom suggested I should put it on the bookshelf so everyone can enjoy it. So I put this lovely card in the only free space–next to the rubber model of the inner ear, which happens to be next to the little angel figurine Beth got for her birthday, which happens to be next to Jay’s jam-jar penny bank.
Other decorations around the house include handwriting books next to the couch, notebooks everywhere, pencils on the back of the couch, GeoSafari cards behind chairs, and Legos down the sides and under the cushions of all chairs.

“I’m sick!”
This morning Abby’s temperature reached 100.8º, so she was allowed to sit on the couch. Normally she isn’t allowed on the couch. Normally nobody under the age of 12 is allowed on the couch, so it’s a special treat for when one is sick. Like having pop and gatorade.
Abby had everything arranged; her blankets underneath and one above, all her stuffed animals, and a pillow. I came in the room and she happily announced to me, “I’m sick!” Then she decided she needed a book, so she jumped down from the couch and said she was getting a book. As she was climbing back up onto the couch, Joe said,
“You don’t look sick!”
and she said “Uh uh, I’m sick!”

(Today isn’t my birthday; the 11th was. This is the post I had, but couldn’t post because HSB was down. I have since left there!)

And therefore I have the prerogative to eat chocolate cookies and drink root beer for breakfast. Of course I had a little something substantial afterwards…leftovers of my birthday dinner!

Today I was pleasantly surprised to get “offline messages” (on my instant messenger…meaning I was offline when they sent them, so I got them when I came online) from people I rarely get offline messages from, and they said happy birthday! And I’ve got lots of ecards and notes…thank you all!

We went out to the DMV to get Joe’s permit and my ID card (I don’t have a permit or license). Guess what. Since I hadn’t brought a birth certificate, I couldn’t get an ID. Now, the whole birth certificate thing seems kind of weird to me. Sure, they can have them somewhere in the bowels of the government, but why do *I* need it to prove I’m alive? It’s like…hellO, here I AM…I’m ALIVE! Whatever. And the only thing I need the ID for is opening any kind of bank account anyway!
To get a state-issued ID, you have to have: a birth certificate (with you, by the way); a social insecurity card (preferably your own), and a proof of residency (again, preferably at your own house). To open any kind of bank account, you need: a state-issued ID. Of course banks won’t take the birth certificate, SS card (SS as in…Nazi?), or the proof of residency. That’s good enough for the government. But is it good enough for the banks? Of course not!
So. That is why I have to get a state-issued ID. You know…really, I guess, all I SHOULD have to do is bring a picture of me in there, and tell them my height, weight, hair color, eye color, address, etc. After all, that IS what’s on an ID! The only difference is, I’m IN their system…