All Things Anne

Well, Papa brought his cockatiel, Sunny, but his motel had an Absolutely No Pets Allowed policy, so Sunny is staying in my room. He’s white and yellow and he doesn’t like me. He’s Papa’s bird, and he pretty much only likes Papa, but he tolerates all the kids. So, anyway, he’s staying in my room. Sunny, not Papa. I go in there and say “Hey, Sunny!” and he hisses at me! So I’m like Ok, I’ll leave you alone! Well, when Papa wants him, I have to spend about five minutes convincing Sunny to come to me. Then, when I put him back, I have to spend about five minutes convincing him he should go back to his cage! Silly bird! When Papa doesn’t come around, though, he gets friendlier because he’s like “Papa’s not coming, I guess I better pretend to like whoever comes!” Last night he was in a grumpy mood, and Papa sent him back, but this morning his mood has improved and he was cheeping and whistling to me while I was in there earlier.

When you see those people with crazy hair dyed various colors of the rainbow, you know what you want to do–you want to stare. Well, today (yesterday, actually…don’tcha just love starting a post one day and finishing it another?) at Costco (Grammoo, Joe, Eric, Beth, and I went out shopping) there was a woman who had BRIGHT ORANGE hair.
“Look! 400 square inches of orange above the waist!” I joked. (When you’re hunting, that’s what you have to have–400 square inches of Hunter’s orange above the waist.)
Joe, Eric, and Beth craned their heads. Grammoo took a quick look then turned back around. “I never stare at those kinds of people, that’s all they want,” she said.
“I always stare at those kinds of people, that’s what they want!” I said. “I get to stare–I’m happy! They get stared at–they’re happy!”

My Uncle David won a trip to Hawaii, so the week Elle Jane was born, he and his family took a trip to Hawaii. They brought us back presents! Us girls (except Mom and Elle Jane) got shell necklaces (they are sooo pretty!); the boys, Dad, and Elle Jane got t-shirts (they are majorly cool!), and Mom got her coconut–half a coconut on top of a bamboo wind chime set! THANK YOU Uncle David, Aunt Fran, Steven and Cody!!

Now to Abby’s fongs. Around our house, flipflops are usually known as thongs…a practice which, well, shouldn’t really be practiced anymore because of the, um, connotations of the word “thong”. Well, Abby has this cute little accent (she doesn’t really talk baby talk, she just can’t pronounce certain words yet) and she calls them “fongs”, and it’s really funny to see her when she comes across a pair, her eyes get big and she yells “FONGS!!!!!!” Grammoo gave Beth and I this bath set thing and there was a pair of green flipflops in it, and they ended up being mine, and Abby was like, “Anne, will you let me wear your fongs?”
Well, at the store, I seen this cart full of flipflops, and on top were a really cute pair of pink ones with beads and sequins and stuff–real girly. They were only 75 cents, so Grammoo got them for her. She loves them! Whenever she wore them outside she’d come in and say “I wore my fongs lots outside!”