This is the video of daddy's Ironman race finish. It's really loud because we're all screaming our lungs out for him. I lost my voice yelling for him.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Favorite Pictures
I have finally gone through all my pictures from the past year and picked out my favorites. A lot of them are of Claire because she is my main model (and she's a very good one...good pictures rely on the model more than the photographer, in my opinion). Emma doesn't like pictures and dislikes being my model. I took all of them (except for the one's I'm in, of course). Here is a link for anyone interested in looking.
*The very first one is my absolute favorite picture. Possibly ever.*
Kate's Favorite Pictures
*The very first one is my absolute favorite picture. Possibly ever.*
Kate's Favorite Pictures
ACT
I took the ACT in mid-September. Daddy wants me to take it as many times as I can. It wasn't as hard or scary as I thought it would be. I was scared because I'm only on a ninth/tenth grade level for science and math.
Daddy drove me to Greene County High School early that morning. He dropped me off and went to visit with Mam and Uncle Will. The testing room was a very boring classroom. The teacher was kind and he let me sit in the first desk on the first row (that's always been my favorite seat). There were a few people I recognized from George County High School. I made friendly small talk until the tests were handed out.
The English test was first. I opened it and got right to work. It was easy. I breezed through it.
The Math test was harder, but not as hard as I had feared. I gave it my best shot, but I had to guess on some that I couldn't even begin to work out.
The Reading test was next. I expected it to be even easier than the English test, but I found out quickly that it wasn't. I had to Re-read passages more than once, which I've never done before. The questions were hard and I raced to finish before time was called.
I bombed the Science test. It was awful. I couldn't understand the passages, no matter how many times I read them. I tried to make educated guesses on about 20% of the questions, but I was running out of time. I only had ten minutes left. What the heck, I thought, and just started filling in circles.
Daddy took me to lunch after the test, and I told him all about it. "I'm betting on a 24. What do you think?" Daddy asked me. "I don't know...I think I'll be happy with anything above a 16." I replied.
I got my scores back today. And I'm pretty happy with them. Happy enough to post them here.
I'm very pleased. =)
Daddy drove me to Greene County High School early that morning. He dropped me off and went to visit with Mam and Uncle Will. The testing room was a very boring classroom. The teacher was kind and he let me sit in the first desk on the first row (that's always been my favorite seat). There were a few people I recognized from George County High School. I made friendly small talk until the tests were handed out.
The English test was first. I opened it and got right to work. It was easy. I breezed through it.
The Math test was harder, but not as hard as I had feared. I gave it my best shot, but I had to guess on some that I couldn't even begin to work out.
The Reading test was next. I expected it to be even easier than the English test, but I found out quickly that it wasn't. I had to Re-read passages more than once, which I've never done before. The questions were hard and I raced to finish before time was called.
I bombed the Science test. It was awful. I couldn't understand the passages, no matter how many times I read them. I tried to make educated guesses on about 20% of the questions, but I was running out of time. I only had ten minutes left. What the heck, I thought, and just started filling in circles.
Daddy took me to lunch after the test, and I told him all about it. "I'm betting on a 24. What do you think?" Daddy asked me. "I don't know...I think I'll be happy with anything above a 16." I replied.
I got my scores back today. And I'm pretty happy with them. Happy enough to post them here.
I'm very pleased. =)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Sweetest Little Monsters In The World
*This is a long post. I'm venting.*
I'm talking about Claire. (And Emma, but to a lesser extent...)
Momma goes into work after lunch everyday and has started sending Emma to Nana's house most afternoons. I have a hard time watching her because she thinks that:
1) I'm "just the big sister" and "can't tell her anything"
2) I am always on Claire's side
3) I'm "mean all the time and hate her"
4) She can do things like hit Claire and then announce that I can't send her to her room.
Truth:
1) Momma has made it very clear that I am the authority when she is gone. And, because I'm the first-born and I know I'm bossy, I have worked very hard to learn not to abuse my power.
2) I'm very fair. I listen to everyone. But Emma is usually the instigator.
3) Do I even need to defend myself from such a childish accusation?
4) She's not allowed to hit Claire, and I can send her to her room so it's really a silly thing to say.
Most people can sympathize.
And I can sort of understand Emma's reactions and attitude. I am just her big sister, only 6 years older than her.
But Claire's a different story. There is more than 10 years age difference between us. She thinks I'm an adult, and that's perfectly alright with me. She complies to my rules better because "Kate's an ADULT." (In her mind, once you hit five feet you're an official adult).
I've had a particularly bad week with Claire. I feel like I haven't done anything but reprimand her for a solid week. Apparently being an adult wasn't enough this week.
She started out this week being only slightly defiant and mean. By Wednesday she was ignoring all commands. Thursday she was listening again. The drawback to that was that all her answers were rude and snappy, but only to me. Friday she a was little better. She still kept giving me the Narrowed-Eyes-And-Pursed-Lips glare though.
Our real troubles started on Saturday.
Daddy had left early to go to Aunt Ruby's funeral. Austin (He's my Dad's friend and roommate) was cooking breakfast when I got up. He had fixed Ily, Bailee (his two little girls) and Claire a plate of eggs and bacon. I tried to persuade Claire to eat some, but she wouldn't. She claimed that her "tummy was only hungry for gummies and candies".
After breakfast we all went to Wal-mart for groceries. Claire hung on the cart, screamed, ran up and down the aisles, and whined to go to the toy section. When we got home I made lunch (which she did eat).
I made chocolate cupcakes for dessert and, of course, all the girls wanted a taste of the batter. I gave them each a scoop and sent them on their way so I could light the oven. Claire wouldn't leave the kitchen though, and kept sneaking around the batter bowl. "Don't touch that batter, Claire. You can have a cupcake when they're done. Understand?" I warned her in my stern voice. She nodded, and looked mad. I continued trying to light the oven. When I looked up, I saw Claire shoving a spoon dripping with chocolate in her mouth. "Claire! What are you doing?" I all but screeched. "Eating dis chocolate," She replied unabashedly. I was furious. "You need to go back to Daddy's room until you can apologize for being so disobedient. Right Now." (This wouldn't work with most kids. They would just mumble an apology and dash away. It works with Claire because she likes to cry a little first. She has always preferred apologizing through tears.) She started sobbing and shuffled back to Daddy's room.
She showed back up in the kitchen about ten minutes later. "Do you know what you did wrong?" I asked her. "Yes Ma'am...I ate the chocolate and you said no." (she says Ma'am to me when she has been really bad and is trying to make up for it). "That's correct. Don't disobey me like that again, alright? I forgive you. Now go play with Bailee and Ily." She gave me a hug and left the room sniffling.
We went to the South Alabama football game that afternoon, but Claire didn't want to come. She stayed to play with Austin's girls.
We got home around dinner, which I rushed to get ready. While I was cooking, Claire kept yelling at Bailee and then tattle-telling to Austin about her. I realized that she had been a little disrespectful to him all weekend. I took her aside and talked to her, but she just crossed her arms and looked defiant.
After dinner Claire showed up in the living room with her Ariel barbie. She had washed the barbie's hair and was flinging it so the water splashed all over us. "Stop that, Claire." Daddy said. She ignored him, continuing to flick the hair in Emma's direction. Emma was working up a screech so I grabbed Claire and hauled her to the bathroom. "Give me your barbie. I'm taking her because you didn't listen to Daddy the first time. You can come get her when her hair's dry." I said as calmly as I could, putting the barbie on the back of the toilet. She huffed and started tearing up. I talked to her for a few minutes about listening to directions the first time, and then let her escape to the kid's room. She started crying as loud as she could (to get Daddy's sympathy, no doubt.) and after a few minutes Daddy went in to cheer her up. It worked a little. She still wasn't being very sweet to me.
I spent the rest of that evening organizing the kid's room at Daddy's new house. I killed my back cleaning up their mess and sorting toys and clothes.
I woke up this morning to find all the toy boxes missing. The girls had taken them into Austin's room and dumped them onto his bed. All of the toys I had spent at least an hour sorting into boxes had been un-sorted in less than two minutes. I made two unsuccessful attempts to round up the girls and make them clean up.
We ate at Mam's for lunch. Claire was better there. But she relapsed as soon as we got home. Emma and Claire spent most of the afternoon and evening sitting on opposite couches and yelling at each other, sticking out their tongues, and calling each other names. Daddy and I were on the verge of locking them in a closet together. We separated them temporarily a few times, but it didn't work. I took Claire out of the room completely in the end. She was considering being upset with me because she thought I was putting her in timeout. She changed her attitude completely when I asked her to play barbies.
By time to go home she was my best friend again. She gave me the first kiss for a week as she was leaving (three kisses actually) and said, "I'll miss you Kate...See you tomorrow...I love you. I'm still you Sweetsenpop?". I told her yes.
And she's over her bad week.
There are days when I'm fed up with Claire's attitude and her disobedience. There are days when I feel like begging Emma to help me and be nice to me. There are days when I feel like screaming at both of them. But, right when I'm at breaking point, they do something funny or sweet. Saves them every time...=)
I'm talking about Claire. (And Emma, but to a lesser extent...)
Momma goes into work after lunch everyday and has started sending Emma to Nana's house most afternoons. I have a hard time watching her because she thinks that:
1) I'm "just the big sister" and "can't tell her anything"
2) I am always on Claire's side
3) I'm "mean all the time and hate her"
4) She can do things like hit Claire and then announce that I can't send her to her room.
Truth:
1) Momma has made it very clear that I am the authority when she is gone. And, because I'm the first-born and I know I'm bossy, I have worked very hard to learn not to abuse my power.
2) I'm very fair. I listen to everyone. But Emma is usually the instigator.
3) Do I even need to defend myself from such a childish accusation?
4) She's not allowed to hit Claire, and I can send her to her room so it's really a silly thing to say.
Most people can sympathize.
And I can sort of understand Emma's reactions and attitude. I am just her big sister, only 6 years older than her.
But Claire's a different story. There is more than 10 years age difference between us. She thinks I'm an adult, and that's perfectly alright with me. She complies to my rules better because "Kate's an ADULT." (In her mind, once you hit five feet you're an official adult).
I've had a particularly bad week with Claire. I feel like I haven't done anything but reprimand her for a solid week. Apparently being an adult wasn't enough this week.
She started out this week being only slightly defiant and mean. By Wednesday she was ignoring all commands. Thursday she was listening again. The drawback to that was that all her answers were rude and snappy, but only to me. Friday she a was little better. She still kept giving me the Narrowed-Eyes-And-Pursed-Lips glare though.
Our real troubles started on Saturday.
Daddy had left early to go to Aunt Ruby's funeral. Austin (He's my Dad's friend and roommate) was cooking breakfast when I got up. He had fixed Ily, Bailee (his two little girls) and Claire a plate of eggs and bacon. I tried to persuade Claire to eat some, but she wouldn't. She claimed that her "tummy was only hungry for gummies and candies".
After breakfast we all went to Wal-mart for groceries. Claire hung on the cart, screamed, ran up and down the aisles, and whined to go to the toy section. When we got home I made lunch (which she did eat).
I made chocolate cupcakes for dessert and, of course, all the girls wanted a taste of the batter. I gave them each a scoop and sent them on their way so I could light the oven. Claire wouldn't leave the kitchen though, and kept sneaking around the batter bowl. "Don't touch that batter, Claire. You can have a cupcake when they're done. Understand?" I warned her in my stern voice. She nodded, and looked mad. I continued trying to light the oven. When I looked up, I saw Claire shoving a spoon dripping with chocolate in her mouth. "Claire! What are you doing?" I all but screeched. "Eating dis chocolate," She replied unabashedly. I was furious. "You need to go back to Daddy's room until you can apologize for being so disobedient. Right Now." (This wouldn't work with most kids. They would just mumble an apology and dash away. It works with Claire because she likes to cry a little first. She has always preferred apologizing through tears.) She started sobbing and shuffled back to Daddy's room.
She showed back up in the kitchen about ten minutes later. "Do you know what you did wrong?" I asked her. "Yes Ma'am...I ate the chocolate and you said no." (she says Ma'am to me when she has been really bad and is trying to make up for it). "That's correct. Don't disobey me like that again, alright? I forgive you. Now go play with Bailee and Ily." She gave me a hug and left the room sniffling.
We went to the South Alabama football game that afternoon, but Claire didn't want to come. She stayed to play with Austin's girls.
We got home around dinner, which I rushed to get ready. While I was cooking, Claire kept yelling at Bailee and then tattle-telling to Austin about her. I realized that she had been a little disrespectful to him all weekend. I took her aside and talked to her, but she just crossed her arms and looked defiant.
After dinner Claire showed up in the living room with her Ariel barbie. She had washed the barbie's hair and was flinging it so the water splashed all over us. "Stop that, Claire." Daddy said. She ignored him, continuing to flick the hair in Emma's direction. Emma was working up a screech so I grabbed Claire and hauled her to the bathroom. "Give me your barbie. I'm taking her because you didn't listen to Daddy the first time. You can come get her when her hair's dry." I said as calmly as I could, putting the barbie on the back of the toilet. She huffed and started tearing up. I talked to her for a few minutes about listening to directions the first time, and then let her escape to the kid's room. She started crying as loud as she could (to get Daddy's sympathy, no doubt.) and after a few minutes Daddy went in to cheer her up. It worked a little. She still wasn't being very sweet to me.
I spent the rest of that evening organizing the kid's room at Daddy's new house. I killed my back cleaning up their mess and sorting toys and clothes.
I woke up this morning to find all the toy boxes missing. The girls had taken them into Austin's room and dumped them onto his bed. All of the toys I had spent at least an hour sorting into boxes had been un-sorted in less than two minutes. I made two unsuccessful attempts to round up the girls and make them clean up.
We ate at Mam's for lunch. Claire was better there. But she relapsed as soon as we got home. Emma and Claire spent most of the afternoon and evening sitting on opposite couches and yelling at each other, sticking out their tongues, and calling each other names. Daddy and I were on the verge of locking them in a closet together. We separated them temporarily a few times, but it didn't work. I took Claire out of the room completely in the end. She was considering being upset with me because she thought I was putting her in timeout. She changed her attitude completely when I asked her to play barbies.
By time to go home she was my best friend again. She gave me the first kiss for a week as she was leaving (three kisses actually) and said, "I'll miss you Kate...See you tomorrow...I love you. I'm still you Sweetsenpop?". I told her yes.
And she's over her bad week.
There are days when I'm fed up with Claire's attitude and her disobedience. There are days when I feel like begging Emma to help me and be nice to me. There are days when I feel like screaming at both of them. But, right when I'm at breaking point, they do something funny or sweet. Saves them every time...=)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Want A Hat?
I'd really like to sell some of my hats. I will take special orders. You can buy them for yourself, or for someone else as a birthday or Christmas gift.
If you've seen anything you like in the past few posts send me a e-mail or leave a comment. If you work with my Mom (I know she's told some of you about the hats) then you can send a note with her.
If you're family and you think you'd like me to make you a hat for Christmas then you'd better tell me now, so I'll have time to make it.
It usually takes me about two hours to crochet an adult hat, and a hour and a half for a child's hat. I'll need to go to the yarn shop in Fairhope to get the yarns. It should take about a week for your hat to be made (I have to do school...).
-KR
If you've seen anything you like in the past few posts send me a e-mail or leave a comment. If you work with my Mom (I know she's told some of you about the hats) then you can send a note with her.
If you're family and you think you'd like me to make you a hat for Christmas then you'd better tell me now, so I'll have time to make it.
It usually takes me about two hours to crochet an adult hat, and a hour and a half for a child's hat. I'll need to go to the yarn shop in Fairhope to get the yarns. It should take about a week for your hat to be made (I have to do school...).
-KR
Kid Hat
I love this pattern! I have made one for both my sisters. I can make it big enough for a 10 year old, or small enough for a 2 year old.
This hat is made with three different color yarns, or just one color. It has ear flaps and braided ties.
This hat is made with three different color yarns, or just one color. It has ear flaps and braided ties.
This is Emma wearing her hat. She normally leaves the ties hanging, but I expect she'll start to tie them more in the winter to keep warm.
Thicker Hats
These are some of the thicker, warmer hats. This yarn is thick, and extremely soft. I hate scratchy yarns.
My camera made this hat look a little bit of a brighter blue than it is in real life.
My camera made this hat look a little bit of a brighter blue than it is in real life.
This, believe it or not, is the same hat, just up close. It's not nearly this dark of a blue, it's just a shadow.
I have to admit that I didn't make this hat. My Aunt Sara made it for me. But I have made ones just like it. Her stitches are slightly larger than mine, but, other than that, there is no difference in this hat from the ones I have made. I posted this one because I like the colors.
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