It will be October on Saturday and as you all know the Halloween stuff has been up since May. I hadn't really thought much about it until I saw two moms thrashing it out for a 0-3 month size Spider Man costume at the grocery store. That's when I decided "Gee, I'd better jump on this Spider Man bandwagon!" Hah! Tricked you! You thought I was going to dress up in a 0-3 month size costume for Halloween! FOOL! Really, I just decided that I want to dress up this year despite Camilla's protests that "Silly Aunt Tirienne, grown-ups don't dress up! Only kids." She's just afraid I'll out-do her. Whatever. I'm about to turn 20, my ego's not fragile or anything but IT'S ON LITTLE GIRL!!!!

Ideas. Let me know what you think.

"Nothing"

This is where I would dress regally in my own clothes and be the life of the party that I usually am.

Pros

1. Would look sweet
2. No one would be able to guess my costume
3. Would be seen as "hip", "forward thinking", "hot" as per usual.

Cons

1. Camilla would beat me.

Final Decision- No freakin' way.

"Pregnant Lady"
Arwen's kids have these things called bilibos and if you happen to stick one under your shirt you look about 9+ months pregnant.

Pros

1. Verrrry realistic
2. People who know me would think it was funny(-ish)
3. If the party was a drag I could pretend I was going into labor

Cons

1. People who didn't know me would be like "Woah, that is a really pregnant girl."
2. Inevitably, someone who I vaguely know would see me, tell someone I know well (who would probably be from church) and the next time I saw that person they would be all like "Sooo, I didn't know you were pregnant! Did you have your baby yet?" and I'd be all like "What baby?" a la Polly St. Clair in Two Weeks Notice, and then they'd be "Uh so why are you hiding your baby?" and I'd be all like "No, really, WHAT BABY!?!?" Explaining would lead to further confusion. CPS would most likely become involved and then the FBI and before you knew it there would be an Amber Alert for a nonexistent baby.
3. People would want to touch my belly. Or bilibo.

Final Decision- Maybe.

"Spider Man, in the 0-3 Month Size"

Pros

1. All except my right calf I could dress in my regular clothes.

Cons

1. Would spend the evening with a sweaty calf.
2. People would comment "Uh. I think a tiny Spider Man is eating your leg."
3. Would have to scuffle with grocery store moms to procure said costume

Final Decision- Heck yes.

As always, thanks for reading. My next post will be: "Reflection- was that Scuffle Really Worth the Jail Time?"

Our First Anniversary

Moshers, Moshers, Moshers (Moshers) Those four. Dorky, Quirky, Beautiful, Adorable. Or, as you better know them: Bryan, Arwen, Camilla, Blaise. It's been exactly a year since I came to live with these wonderful, fabulous people and, oh what a rollicking ride it's been. These are just a few stories and observations that I'd like to share with you because it's always fun to get an insider outsider's opinion, right? Right??

When I first arrived here all I was apt to get from Blaise was a casual “What's up?” as we passed in the hall. Now he shrieks out my name when he sees me. I mean, it took him a year but he finally figured out that I'm awesome. Or, he figured out how to say my name. One of the two. (By the way if you were wondering it's pronounced Teary-n, like a sad, sad N that has no home, no family and no shoes.) Needless to say, I find that my littlest nephew is pretty sweet, a good hang, likes to make me laugh, and wears his sister's shoes when he finds them, you know, just in general an awesome guy.
Putting in his daily call to China.


What Camilla has learned in the past year is, “Sarcasm 101”. Her dear, wonderful father has finally broken through to her. The first few months when she asked “Daddy, can I have some juice?” and he responded “No, no you can't.” she would usually cry. She's wised up though. Now she says “Daddy, you're just teasin'. Now get me my juice, fool.” She's figured it out, and dang, she ain't got no time to mess around.

Her job is checking the mail. She's very serious about it.

On moving in, I knew that my brother-in-law liked poop/fart jokes. I just didn't realize how much he liked them. His favorite time to make jokes like this is when he's changing Blaise's diapers. So far these are the names he's come up with for Blaise: “Poopy McPooperson of Poopy, Poopy Lane”, “The Poopenater” and my personal favorite “Knight of the Brown Table, Sir Blaisey McPoops-a-lot”. If you're not a person who appreciates poop humor, then I just feel sad for you. Because you'll only think about half of Bryan's jokes are funny. And he's a funny, funny guy. Actually, after a year of observation I'm pretty sure that's the main reason Arwen married him. (Bryan! Hey! Just kidding, she married you because you're handsome, intelligent and caring, and don't you forget it! Please don't kick me out of your house.)


This is actually how I picture Bryan in my mind. Yep.

Lastly but not least-ly we come to my dear, sweet, sister Arwen. Living with her for a year has let me get to know the sister I thought I never would. Our age gap is such that my first real memories of her are ones of her coming home from college for the summer. It's kind of sad to me that I didn't get to know Arwen better sooner because she's one of the most generous and caring people I know. Also one of the most hilarious. I think out of all four sisters Arwen and I have the most similar sense of humor. So thanks for all the fun times, big sister.

This past year has been one of the best and most fun in my memory. You guys have helped me grow as a person and as a sister so Moshers, thank you for letting me live with you. It's a privilege.

Letter to Grandma

Today when Arwen was putting Blaise down for the night she asked if Camilla could come down and hang out with me so the whole process would be a little smoother. Camilla is easy to watch and tonight she was even easier because she was writing a letter to her paternal grandmother also known fondly as “Grandma Yogurt”. Camilla sat down at my desk, carefully arranged her markers and asked me to spell out “Grandma Yogurt” for a picture she was drawing. I was lounging on my bed reading, too lazy to get up and make sure she was forming the letters correctly, I mean she's been doing it for months, and she's pretty good it so why did I need to get up? I said each letter to her in turn and when she was finished she brought me a lovely picture of her and mama (Arwen) in grandma's pool that was labeled “Grab ma yogurt”. Nice. This is exactly what Camilla's loving but somewhat strange grandmother needs to see; me encouraging her to draw pictures that seem to command grandma like a servant. I can just imagine how that conversation would go down, or south depending on how you look at it. “Hey, grandma come here! I've got a picture for you, there's a secret message in it too, ha ha ha ha*. And make it snappy, YoKids doesn't do well in the sun.” Three year old on a power trip. This is where a simple misspelling gets me. Camilla is asking “Why are you laughing, Aunt Tirienne?” How do I explain this? Maybe she'll read this post when she's sixteen and be able to laugh at herself. Let's hope so. :)


* A la Bill Cosby in the “Noah” sketches.

New Discipline.

This sounds kind of scary, right? Like I'm going to take up corporal punishment and beat small children. But I had to make this the title, it's the only appropriate one. Sorry if I scared anyone.

So here's the real poop, scoop, 411; I have decided that I am going to blog at least once a week and what's more I will be reading blogs! Something that I haven't really ever done. Seems strange, because half, no more than half, of my family blogs. My, Dad, mom, and sisters Arwen and Miriel all have blogs, they're pretty awesome. I decided that I should start reading them because, these are my family members and they're putting stuff out there for people to read and maybe, in some way I'll learn more about them and be able to help them better.

I wish I could say my reason behind posting more often was a humble or inspiring one, like "Jesus asked me to." But really, it's because I think I might have something to contribute, maybe something funny to say. (Let's face it, we all love to laugh, and I'm pretty much hi-larious.) Don't expect to be inspired, (like on the rest of my people's blogs) I'm not a scholar or a brilliant thinker, truly, I'm just trying to make you laugh.

Confessions of an Extrovert

Arwen always tells me that I am a total extrovert, meaning I get my energy from being around other people, and it's totally true. I always feel my most motivated when I've been spending time with my peoples. Maybe part of the reason I start to get anxious when I'm alone is because I'm afraid that I'll run out of momentum and get to a place where I no longer feel motivated to do anything. When I was in Italy I spent a week touring Florence alone. I felt like that was the worst week of my trip. I was walking around the city by myself, seeing amazing art and architecture by myself and crying inside because I had no one to share it with. I let myself take three hours in the Uffizi gallery but when I walked out, I was so depressed at having no one to share all that beauty with that I literally walked blindly for twenty minutes with no idea where I was going.

The truth is, when I'm alone for too long I have no idea what to do with myself. I get antsy. When I'm alone for a weekend my guardian angel hears a lot of hysterical, bordering on insane laughter going on in my head. I guess I really expect other people to be there for me and help me make decisions. Co-dependent? Maybe. But deep down I know that much wiser people than I am are around to help me most of the time and when they're not I think that maybe I'll start to de-rail. That kind of makes it sound like I don't trust myself but I really do. It's just that I feel like I can trust myself but I've still got to lean on someone else for support. It took me a long time to get to that point, too. For a long time I think I was so mad at myself for feeling like I needed to lean on other people that I would force myself to be alone. Bad, vicious cycle. And usually I'd end up even worse off than I had started. So I finally decided; there is absolutely no reason in the world that I have to do everything on my own. That's when I started to trust and lean on other people.

So if I lean on you, thanks. It means a lot.

Some things you maybe didn't know about me.

You all know I love food. Mmm, gosh do I love food. But there are some foods that I actually really, really hate.

1. Peanuts. Can't stand the smell taste or texture of these puppies. Don't know why, just hate 'em.

2. Cilantro. Yuckyuckyuck. Can any one say tastes like that really gross soap in public restrooms? Recently I did find out that this may be genetic though because I can taste PHT. Whatever, still gross.

3. Fennel/Anise. Barf-o-la. Can't stand it. So gross that I try to pick fennel out of my sausage whenever we have pasta and sausage dishes.

4. Dark chocolate. Call me crazy. Good, got that out of your system. Dark chocolate is a sad, sad waste of what could be otherwise delicious milk chocolate. Oh, I guess I should also include white chocolate but I think more people are in my camp about that particular food farce.

5. Pickle relish. Ew. Do you know where they get those pickles? You are one lucky sap. I'm not going to tell you just in case you do like pickle relish but it's gross, really gross. Oh, and that's not even mentioning the taste, which is equally gross.


I feel badly just ragging on foods and not telling which ones I love, so here are a few just to balance it all out.

1. Olive oil. Really good, fresh extra-virgin olive oil. It makes me tear up to remember it. I haven't had any since I left Italy five months ago. Sob.

2. Coffee. I get it, total cliche whatever, you will not stop my love.

3. Pesto. Pignoli e basilico, buonissima.

4. Red currants. Oo, how yummy are these little guys? So yummy! Pop them on your food it looks fabulous, pop them in your mouth and it's a fun little treat! Brilliant! Nice one, God!

5. Cherry pie filling from a can. Sad, so horribly sad that I love this. Even sadder is that I can and will eat it right from the can. But it's soooo goood. Try putting it on Oreos sometime, it'll change your life.

6. Daddy's toasted oatmeal cookies. What I love about these is that you can suck on them and they're savory/sweet, crunchy/chewy. Mmm.

Kay! fun times. BYE!

Weird Day

This morning I woke up freezing cold and in excruciating abdominal pain which persisted for the next 10 hours. At first I thought it would go away buuuut it didn't. And when I went to my Shakespeare class I felt so nauseated that I just couldn't find any humor in Puck's speech. It was terrible. I forced myself to eat breakfast first of all because (OVERSHARE ALERT!) if I was going to throw up I prefer not to dry-heave. That helped a tiny bit but I still felt shaky and just kind of floated through the day. Finally around oh, I'd say 6:30ish I started to feel better and came home from my class an hour later to have hummus and an apple for dinner. Where did this come from? No idea. But lets hope it never happens again.

In other news I started my collage for my "Much Ado About Nothing" project. I think it's going to be pretty awesome. Maybe when I'm done I'll post a photo of it, yah? I love making collages, anything crafty really.

Now is the time when I really should be going to bed instead of writing on mah blog because I have an early class. But I will try and post again soon! 4