I'M HERE!! <----FoR GoOd!!!!

The camp fire was on Saturday. Today is Wednesday, and my hair still smells like smoke. Along with shampoo, 100% maple syrup, and cocoanut hand soap. Not so lovely. All of these smells alone are amazing, but together . . . not so much. = | I see another shower coming on . . .

I am also VERY frustrated with Seth's computer game. This is the 5th time I've done the 1st level, and it isn't saving it. GAH!!! If it doesn't save it this time, I don't think I will play it any more. And it's just now finally saying that it didn't install right. Thanks for the warning . . . two weeks later. So now I have to ask our tech support (aka, my sister, Emily) about it, cuz IDK if it needs to be reinstalled, and how to do it. (I'm so dumb about stuff like that . . . ).

Speaking of tech support, I wanted you all to know never to take your family for granted. My dad is out of town now, and weekend visits are like HEAVEN right now, and now my sister (who just got back from AZ) is now going to move in with him. *SIGH* I can't wait 'til we figure everything out, because it isn't really fun with half (ok, 1/3, but it feels like half) the family gone. And next thing I know my older sisters will be married. And I will probably have nephews and nieces before I even have a BF. Ok . . . so maybe not, but Seth will probably be an uncle by the time he's 15. Scarry though, eh? And then I might (maybe) go to college (hopefully) and be away from my entire family. I'm freaking myself out here . . . I think I'll stop. And anyway, I'm only 13, so I don't have to worry about it now. =P

I've also decided to get my blog going. I met my BFF (and several WONDERFUL friends) on my blog, and I rather miss that. So, I've decided to blog. This post will be put on my blog too ('Twas originally on Google Buzz). I want my blog to be more than just a bunch of tags too. =D I'm gonna do a weekly "about me" thing though, so the readers can get to know me. =D *smells hair* (<--- very bad habit of mine. People say that when you play with your hair in front of boys it's like flirting. Which makes it awkward on my part, because I feel like I'm flirting ever since I read that, because I always, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS am playing with my hair. But thankfully I hardly ever talk to boys. =D) (*Except for my neighbor. He's like 45 though, so that doesn't count.) How on EARTH did I get from my blog to my neighbor?! WOW.

So, now that you've heard all my ramblings (well, that is, if your ead all that. Which I doubt) I hope you are quite happy for the day. So I shall say I heaver to say good bye (That's my litle bro's version of "Auf Heidersain [no clue how that's spelled] , good bye" from Sound of Music) because I have nothing else to ramble about. Except pizza, but that get old sometimes . . .

But I don't like cooked green pepper, especially on my pizza. I like plain old pepperoni pizza, sometimes with other toppings, but certain brands are only good with pepperoni. =D We went to this one pizza place in uhhh . . . epic . . . eden . . . no, that's the camp I went to . . . evergreen . . . alpine . . . no, that's where my uncle lives . . . ESTES PARK!!! Yeah, there's this AWESOME pizza place there. It's like a pile of greezy cheese with supper, supper greesy pepperoni. YUMMY. <3 <3 <3 I <3 PIZZA.

Anyway, GOODBYE!!! ~Lizzie (P.S. I only like mushrooms on certain days. Especially Tuesday. )