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<center>Treetops
TATATA-TATATA-TATATA-DAAAM!!
I'm gonna catch you up on my week of nothingness. X3 Hopefully, this entry will be long and have pictures. >.>" And very little of it will relate to current events in Leamony's life. So if you don't feel like reading, you can just scan through the pictures and comment on those, or something. XD</center>
Large tree
SO, I promised you all I'd take a picture of the veiw from my driveway, right? Well, the two you've seen so far are some nice ones of the trees. They get awefully tall. And since my neighbors are just the squirrels, random deer, occaisional bear, and rumours of a cougar, I have a spectacular veiw of the trees across the street. Of course, the neighbors to my sides and behind are human, but they don't count since they let thier dogs run around in our yard.
I took these pictures last minute before dark, so you're getting a Washantonian sunset. See the clouds? Woo. But the whites and the blues really meld nicely, and I love that. Though, the fun doesn't start untill after dark. You hear all this talk about beautiful sunsets and sunrises (oh, how romantic!), but you've seen nothing untill you've gone to the forresty parts of Washington, sat by a lake overlooking the mountains and seen a Moonrise. There's no oranges or purples or reds or anything, but it's really something to see a big, yellow-white ball rising behind the trees, and then shimmering and lighting up the once-pitch-black lake. Plus, you can look right at it and not scortch your eyes out.
Veiw from the driveway
I'm told I have a really nice front yard. At least compared to my neighbors before the trees bloom. XD I wish I could show you the whole thing, it really is nice. There's a giant moss-covered rock, vines growing over that stone path, and there's always flowers of some sort in bloom. Except for the giant rock, it's all stuff my mum put in in the past four years. It's alotta fun, and once we're *finally* done with it, our fruit trees have grown big enough, and our blueberry bushes have grown, it'll be spectacular. 3nodding
Cricket food
Button
I'm sure a couple of you remember... back in mid-August? I was wrapping my friend's gift in ductape and the like? Yeah... good times. I actually took pictures of everything I put in it, and here are a couple things. Keep in mind, I used up a whole tube of superglue attatching these things. X3
In case you don't know, my brother owns a lepard geko. 3nodding She's nifty--and orange. whee We have to feed her live crickets, so that's were the food came from. I thought it was a nice touch. The orange cube is thier 'water'.
Yes.
Kitten
That cat isn't chubby.
She isn't big boned.
She's FAT. gonk I've never seen a cat that's so young get so big! She's hardly a year old, and already I think she weighs over 10 lbs. Yet, she's always active, and I never see her eat. O.o Lay off the protein shakes, lassie.
SO, I had to go out, stand infront of a store, and sell girlscout cookies. I actually managed to keep a smile the whole time. *proud* I couldn't find my uniform, so instead I just dressed girly as possible, because I
wanted to at least look trustworthy. I mean, really... that shirt I've got with a freaky pic of the Grim Reaper would have been fun to wear, but then we wouldn't have goteen the 50 sales we did. So flowers and pink. Ick. While my friend wore her geeky shirt that's a copy of mine (she wasn't a girlscout, but she helped me sell), and later we found Meagan. Who had the whole plaid-and-spiked skirt thing going on. We got her to hold the sign and dance like a monkey for us. =D
I'sa Draws
Last but not least, I've finally got this thing with my drawings down. Porportions shall never again haunt my nightmares! Myesss... Instead of just scanning it, I took a blurry digital picture, so it doesn't look at good as it really is. Ha-HO! Plus, It looked really bad after I scanned it in. <.<" I need a better scanner...
<center>The End =D
 Leamony · Mon Mar 14, 2005 @ 04:11am · 3 Comments |
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<-It's name is Nadie but I call her Thursday. I like Thursday a lot better. 