All Things Anne

I have a little sister, Beth, who isn’t too little anymore! She is bigger than me, and a while ago, gave me all her old shirts she didn’t fit in anymore, which was quite nice because for a while I had admired some of her clothes! So, the other day, I wore for the first time one of the shirts (well, I’d worn some before, but for this one it was the first time), a light blue shirt with black velvet horses on it. When I wore it, the girls were like “That’s Bethy’s shirt!” and I said “Nope, she gave it to me!”

See, being the oldest, I’ve never gotten hand-me-downs from my own family! Now I get hand-me-ups!

The mice in our ceiling decided they didn’t like Cliff Room so they covered the hole with insulation!

Our dishwasher has a mind of its own, and its mind decided it likes Ben! The other day it quit working again, and when Ben got home from work, it decided to work!

Well, my host, TJ, said I had been spamming…and finally I know how the spammers got in to spam! Or at least, where the leak was! It was my old email notifier plugin. I got a new one now, but I liked the old one! Let’s just hope this new one doesn’t let spammers in!!
Edit: No, the plugin didn’t work!

Today I’m cooking pinto beans for refries for my baptism tomorrow!! We’re going to have nachos. We’re going to have it at the lake. The baptism, not the nachos. The weather-guessers say it might storm tomorrow, and the high is supposed to be 73º. I was talking to my friend Benjamin, and he said “Oh, you won’t mind if it storms, right?” and I’m like “As long as I don’t get struck by lightning!”

And if it does storm, it’ll make a great story!

We went to Mom’s ultrasound appointment today, and the baby is conclusively…

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In our family, we have to boys with the first initial of J–Joe, and Jay. When Joe was three or four, he went around writing–with permanent marker, mind you!–his name on everything. Unfortunately, at three or four years of age, he didn’t know his letters all too well, and “Joe” came out “toe”. Think about it. A lower-case T looks an awful lot like an upper-case J, only backwards! A couple of the places he placed his mark was on our front door and the front bumper of our old copper van.

“What is it with the J-boys?”

Today, one of the kids told Mom Jay had written a J on his stomach. Get this–he wrote it so it was right-side-up, but while he was looking down at himself!