Sunday, November 23, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Our Weekend
Yoohoo, family! Sorry, accidentally deleted the first post. Anyway, I wanted to tell about our awesome weekend, as well as some other things.
Before I forget, I added some gadgets. There are some fish on the right. If you click in their little box it drops a little piece of fish food and they will race after it. There is also a search bar.
Saturday was the busiest. First, we went grocery shopping, came home, and almost immediately had to bus me off to a choir rehearsal. I have no idea what my family did for the next two hours, as I was busy singing about the little old bird woman who comes early each day to the steps of St. Paul's.
As soon as I was home we had lunch. I can't exactly remember what it was but it must have been something I don't like. My dad lives for this. "Don't complain, Ingrid, it's delicious! I can't see why you don't like it!" he exclaims viciously as he takes a big bite of what resembles horse dung in shape, color, and smell. (Don't worry Dad, just kidding!)
After lunch we drove to Elliot's violin recital. I'm sorry to say the only interesting part was Elliot's piece. It otherwise consisted of kids sawing away at their poor violins, a four year old, apparently nearsighted boy (judging by the massive tan lines around his eyes, I think it would be safe to say they were never the comeliest pair in the world) trying to play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star on his ten inch long violin. My favorite part was the snacks at the end.
We also went to see Big Hero Six with our neighbors. It was SOOO sad. I felt sorry for the characters in the movie, mainly Fred because of the stupid costume he has to wear.
Overall, the Chen-Tseng family had a pretty productive weekend. Elliot learned that violin recitals are only interesting when you are on the stage. Mom discovered that even though the cookies you bought are arranged in pretty patterns for your son's recital, the kids don't care. Melted chocolate was smeared that fateful afternoon. Dad learned that even though his daughter's discomfort at the food served to her was funny, his son's was HILARIOUS. And I experimented to see what croissants and apple juice tasted like together.
Your niece/granddaughter/daughter/cousin/whatever else I am to you,
Ingrid
Before I forget, I added some gadgets. There are some fish on the right. If you click in their little box it drops a little piece of fish food and they will race after it. There is also a search bar.
Saturday was the busiest. First, we went grocery shopping, came home, and almost immediately had to bus me off to a choir rehearsal. I have no idea what my family did for the next two hours, as I was busy singing about the little old bird woman who comes early each day to the steps of St. Paul's.
As soon as I was home we had lunch. I can't exactly remember what it was but it must have been something I don't like. My dad lives for this. "Don't complain, Ingrid, it's delicious! I can't see why you don't like it!" he exclaims viciously as he takes a big bite of what resembles horse dung in shape, color, and smell. (Don't worry Dad, just kidding!)
After lunch we drove to Elliot's violin recital. I'm sorry to say the only interesting part was Elliot's piece. It otherwise consisted of kids sawing away at their poor violins, a four year old, apparently nearsighted boy (judging by the massive tan lines around his eyes, I think it would be safe to say they were never the comeliest pair in the world) trying to play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star on his ten inch long violin. My favorite part was the snacks at the end.
We also went to see Big Hero Six with our neighbors. It was SOOO sad. I felt sorry for the characters in the movie, mainly Fred because of the stupid costume he has to wear.
Overall, the Chen-Tseng family had a pretty productive weekend. Elliot learned that violin recitals are only interesting when you are on the stage. Mom discovered that even though the cookies you bought are arranged in pretty patterns for your son's recital, the kids don't care. Melted chocolate was smeared that fateful afternoon. Dad learned that even though his daughter's discomfort at the food served to her was funny, his son's was HILARIOUS. And I experimented to see what croissants and apple juice tasted like together.
Your niece/granddaughter/daughter/cousin/whatever else I am to you,
Ingrid
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