Soggy Grass

Me: "See this is fun, isn't it? I love walking after a good rain." 

My Friend: "Yeah I guess. I'd still rather play a board game."

Me: "Board games—" 

But my sentence is interrupted as something strikes me in the back. That something, I discover as I reach back and bring it to where I could see it, was a clump of soggy grass. And it was obvious by the mischievous look on my friend's face where it had come from. 

That one little clump of grass started a grass fight, which eventually gave way to a grass war, and then a game. It was a game we made up that was kind of like capture the flag, where we each had sides, and flags hidden on that side. But instead of tagging each other we hit each other with grass, and when you were hit you had to stand still while you counted to fifteen Mississippi , and the other person usually took that as an opportunity to sneak onto the opposite side and look for the flag.  

We played this over and over again, until the sun had come out and dried the grass so that it began to itch. But we didn't give up just yet. Since it had just rained there were still some puddles, so we would soak our grass in the puddles before we threw it.

After about an hour of throwing grass, and being hit with grass, and counting to fifteen until we could hardly pronounce the word Mississippi, we got tried and just started to take some funny pictures with my ipod. Unfortunately, my ipod camera is not the best, and there also may have been some grass on the lense so most of them didn't turn out well. But here is my favorite one:

(This pose was his idea) 

This goes to show that sometimes you can have fun in the most unlikely of places. A lot more fun than you can have playing a board game.

Memorial Day Weekend

Nothing says happy Memorial Day like burying your sister alive, throwing seaweed at your neighbor, and making snow angels in the mud. Memorial day weekend is a happy time of year for me, as the weather begins to warm, and my dad gets our motor boat up and running again, I beginning to see the school year coming to a close and summer slowly approaching. Though it's quite interesting the adventures I find myself having that weekend.

The weekend started out rather slowly, I walked around at a local festival they hold every memorial day with my little sister, and then went home and read a book. I was very disappointed with this first day but the next two made up for it.

On Sunday we went out our boat for the first time this year, and went to a little beach that we visit all the time. While we were there I decided it would be fun to see how deep of a hole I could dig without a shovel. And it turned out to be pretty deep, at least deep enough for my seven year old sister to stand and be up to her waste in sand. And of course I then couldn't resist the urge to fill it in and see if she could get out . . . she didn't like that idea too much.

Then my neighbor Tim and a friend of his showed up their boat, and they found this sand bar that stretch all the way out into the middle of the river! We were able to walk out really far and only be up to our knees in water. The passing boats got very confused seeing a bunch of teenagers standing in the middle of the river, but we just waved and acted like it was the normalist thing in the world.

That's me out there!

Since the water was so shallow we were able to walk into this creek called Reed's creek. There we collected cool stones, made figures out of clay we found on the shore, and climbed into an old duck blind. But the funnest part was when we found these logs that were covered in seaweed, it didn't take long for Tim and his friend to start throwing at me, and before I knew it we were in an all out battle; hiding in the reeds to ambush each other, using pieces of driftwood to deflect it, and throwing mud when we ran out of seaweed. If only I'd gotten pictures!

After that we headed home and had burgers for dinner, and I went to bed feeling much more satisfied about how my weekend was going. But there was still one day left.

On Monday I invited my friend Lyra to come over and kayak out to that same beach with me and my family. I had the idea of bringing along my dog Koda . . . big mistake! Me and Lyra went to to a different beach and said that we would meet my family at the other one later, and as soon as we got the beach Koda took off into reeds and it took us about ten minutes to lure him out, only for him to then decide he wanted to go for a swim . . . and then roll in the sand. And as if that wasn't enough he ran off yet again, and we chased him half a mile down the beach, before he ran off into field. We walked around in the field for ten minutes calling him, but he didn't come. Just as we were about to give up and go tell my Mom we had lost the dog, he ran up behind us, soaking wet and reeking of dead fish. 

After that we took him back to the rest of my family and made him stay with them. When we paddled up to the beach we found my two sisters covered in mud and sitting in the middle of what normally is a tide pool but the tide was extremely low and it was just a giant mud puddle. They were doing belly flops into the mud and throwing it at each other, and we immediately threw off our life jackets and joined them. I had the idea of making mud angels! But the funnest part was getting a running start and then jumping and sliding on our bellies in the mud.

So that was my Memorial day weekend, the beginning of what I think is going to be a great summer!

Stop To Eat The Roses: The Back Story

Stop to eat the roses. My friend gave me the idea for that name. It was two days before Valentine's day and our school was doing a fundraiser where you could pay to send your friends flowers. My friend said he was going to buy himself roses. I was surprised he actually wanted them enough to buy some himself, it didn't seem like him at all, none of our friends ever got any. So I asked why he cared so much about them. His response: "My friend said he ate some roses once and they were really good, I wanted to see if he was right." Yeah that's my friends all right, buying roses just to eat them.
 
Later that week I was talking to another friend of ours about how someday I was going to write about all the weird stuff my friends do, and we thought up the name Stop To Eat The Roses. Then, my neighbor suggested I start a blog, since I enjoy writing a lot, and that's how I got to writing this.
 
This blog is about all the weird experience I have with my weird life and weird friends, and about anything else that I happen to be thinking about.