She Doesn't Get Out Much.

This blog entry is dedicated to my sister, who, I am almost positive, is the craziest girl in this world. Ashley Marie Mohler. Yes, our initials are the same, and Yes, our faces look the same, but, we are NOT the same person. Actually, we are total opposites.

When Ashley and I were little, we were always together, and doing something fun. One time, my parents purchased a new refrigerator, and Ashley and I found the box and claimed it ours. We set it up in the family room corner, put our pillows and blankets inside, and we lived in it. Ashley wanted it to be more "homey" so, we decided to bring in the forty-eight pack of crayons, (WITH the sharpener), and color all over the walls. We colored a television, some pictures, and we even had a thermostat. It was the best box I have ever lived in. And, Yes. I have lived in other boxes. Anyways. We lived in that box for almost a whole week. My dad finally had to beg us to get out by taking us out to dinner. When he offered that, we both looked at each other, and then looked at our cooler which was holding a few snacks and drinks we smuggled. Long story, short...that night we were eating like kings.

Ashley and I liked to entertain people too. We would always put on shows by singing and dancing to our favorite songs. And, sometimes, if the viewers we lucky, we would take requests. If we weren't singing or dancing, we were usually making up our own games.

For my birthday, I received a giant kitchen. It came stocked with fake food, snacks, and drinks. We would always play house, and chef. I was ALWAYS the chef. When we got tired of playing those games, we would stand at the bottom of the stairs with the fake food, and throw it up into the bathroom, hoping it would make it into the toilet. Looking back at that, it probably wasn't such a smart, and clean decision.

Sometimes, she is really crazy. She always is the one who is going to ask the "dumb" questions, or say the "dumb" remarks. Or, she is the person who stands up and pretends she won Bingo, just to make the other players mad.

Today is a good example, we had to go to Church for my baby cousins Baptism. She acted like she had never been to Church. She was cracking jokes, and the worst part was, I couldn't control my laughing. It was a good thing the Priest was cracking jokes too. She would make "dumb" jokes about things, that weren't even funny, but, I was laughing anyways. After we went up for communion, we went back to kneeling down, and she said "Wow, how did they know my favorite flavor was cardboard!?!?" Yes, we all know the host isn't the best, but it is not supposed to be. Then she started clapping when my cousin was getting the holy water poured on him. I tried to stop her, but I was laughing too hard.

When Ashley isn't being crazy, or wild, she is sleeping. Well, when she is awake, and not being crazy or wild, she is super nice. She always gets me things when I am laying down and being lazy. She always is sharing her things with me, especially her clothes. And, she is always the best sister anyone can ask for.

No matter how she acts in public or how much she makes me laugh at home, she is always going to be my sister. And, she is the best one she can be.

And, on those days, I think of the expression...You can't pick your family. ;)

Black Friday.

Black Friday has always been something I HAD to experience. I brought it up to my mom, showed her the amazing deals at Walmart, and I put up a good fight. I had to make her say yes. All the Facebook statuses, and the hype were tempting me to get out there, and be part of the crowd.

Around ten o'clock, we headed out for an amazing journey. This was my fist time Black Friday Shopping, so, you could imagine how excited I was. Plus, I am usually in bed by ten, so it was craaazzy. When we pulled into Walmart, I couldn't believe my eyes. People were parking every where, the grass, the pavement, and the road. Every where I looked, there was either a car, or a crowd of people running to be apart of the amazing deals.

After we did a few rounds around the parking lot, we saw a car pulling out of a spot. We didn't even care to look at the spot, we just quickly pulled in, and started darting toward the entrance. My mom, sister, and I were not interested in buying anything big, we just wanted to go get some cheap movies. After we were handed the information sheet with the locations of the great deals, we began to hustle towards the movie area. When we got there, all the good movies were gone, and some were even on the ground broken. It was crazy. After we were walking back, we saw an entrance for a laptop and went over and started asking questions. One thing lead to another, and soon enough we ended up in line waiting for three laptops in the food aisles. Might I just say that having the line wait in the food aisles for two hours was NOT a good idea. People were opening the food, eating some, and then putting them back as if they were still in perfect condition.

Waiting in line, we meet some really nice people. The kind folks behind us were elderly people who were in line buying laptops for their grandchildren. The people across from us had the right idea. They did all their shopping and then got in line for the laptops. Then, they told me a story about their trip to Hoboken, New Jersey to go to Carlo's Bakery. (That is where I am going for my 16th birthday) The people in front of us were nice enough to share their opened cans of food that they generously kept taking off the shelves. Black Friday was nothing like I expected. It was absurd.

After we waited in line for two hours, we finally got our laptops. We quickly ran over to the cash registers, to see lines that were backed up all the way to the end of the store. As we walked back to the end of the lines, we saw an even shorter line in the "Tire" place. We jumped in the line, and we waited. We waited for about forty-five more minutes, and then we were finally cashed out. It was a great sigh of relief. When I looked down to make sure I had everything, I spotted some money on the ground. I picked it up, and I was jumping with joy. I unfolded the money, and there were three WHOLE dollars there!! I was acting like it was three hundred dollars, but, only in my dreams. It was a great night.

When we were walking out to the car, we spotted a parking ticket on the front window of our car. We all looked at each other and laughed. We were thinking of a good excuses to tell my dad, but, we were too busy laughing.

Black Friday is now a new tradition for me. I enjoyed ever minute of it. I made some new friends, found some money, received a new laptop, and got to spend quality time with the my family. It was a great night, and I wouldn't change a thing, well...maybe I could have found more money.

Look! It's A Flying Squirrel.

Today, I didn't have school, so, you could imagine what a great day I had. I was looking forward to writing a blog later, but nothing interesting was happening to me. I could have written about my day with Netflix, and how I watched a whole season of Desperate Housewife's, but what would I say?

I turned on Netflix around eight thirty, and started watching some episodes. I officially turned off Netflix at four thirty. That sounds like a good blog to me! :) Talk to you tomorrow.

Just kidding...

Nothing "blog material" had happened to me until I saw my little sister's bus drop her off at three. I watched as her and the neighbors exited the bus, and each one of them had a giant smirk on their faces. I didn't know if it was because it was the last day before a break, or if it was me they were smirking at because I was standing outside in my "lounge-around clothes." I didn't think it was me, but then they were all calling my name. I quickly ran over and they were all shouting the same thing, but it was still hard to make out. With their screaming surrounding me, I looked down and saw a dead squirrel.

And that's where the miscellaneous title come in...

All four kids, including myself, were standing in the middle of the road, pointing and screaming at the squirrel. I didn't know what to do. It was gross! I will not get into specific details, because just thinking about it makes me sick. I looked around to see if there were any adults, but, just my luck, everyone was at work.

I am convinced that my neighborhood is one of the best neighborhoods in Hamburg, maybe even the world. Everyone knows everyone, and we are always doing fun activities. Whether it is from a big game of kick-ball, or a movie night. Personally, I like Movie Nights the best. One of my neighbors own a projector, and occasionally in the Summer, they will bring that out, and set it up against one side of their house. All the neighbors will gather around with their folding chairs, and some popcorn, and watch a movie. And, the best part, it's ALWAYS a Disney movie!

Anyways, back on the squirrel. It was horrifying. I'm embarrassed to admit that I felt bad for it. I couldn't keep it on the road so it's squirrel family could see it laying there, but obviously, I WAS NOT going to touch it. As some cars were coming by, we all rushed to the sidewalk, in hope the person in the car would see us scrambling from something, and maybe stop. But no one did. The seventh grade boy took a stick, and well without being graphic, poked it and stuck it somewhere where he would be able to pick it up. My sister was amazed by this. She took out her phone, and started taking pictures. Ewww. I held her back, but her being stronger, she broke free and continued to take pictures. The boy was going to stick it down the sewage drain in the street, but I would not allow it. I didn't think that was right, especially since it was in front of someones house. So, the seventh grader held the stick with the squirrel hanging from it, and started running. He was screaming "LOOOOK!!!! THE SQUIRREL IS FLYING! LOOOK!! IT'S A FLYING SQUIRREL!!!"

There are absolutely no words to descirbe my emotions for this particular situation. The middle schoolers were all laughing hysterically, as I was trying to hold in my coughing, and wheezing. After my coughing attack, I managed to get a hold of my voice tell the boy to take the squirrel somewhere else. I did not want to see it anymore. It was disgusting! After I started walking back to my house, the boy yelled out that he was going to take it home and get it stuffed.

Personally, I believed that. They were the crazy neighbors. Everything weird that they did, didn't phase me one bit. If someone were to tell me that they were going to be purchasing a unicorn, I wouldn't doubt it.

My day was pretty normal and boring until my sister got home, but it makes sense. That is usually when the bazaar, and the strange start to occur.

Canterbury's Got Talent.

For the last few weeks, my English and global classes have been working together to read The Canterbury Tales. My global class would read The Knight's Tale, being the longest tale, and then we would work are way around the rest of the tales in English.

We have been reading them for a while, and along the way, you always have your say. The first thing I thought of was how foolish this lesson was. I didn't understand why we were learning about different types of crazy, free-spirited people, and why they were going on a "journey" to Canterbury. It didn't make sense to me. At first, I wasn't enjoying it. I was over thinking the whole concept, and why we were reading it. Then I thought of the saying, "You only get back, what you put into it". I wasn't going to let this one lesson take over my love for my favorite class, so I did exactly what I though of. I put in the most effort I could.

In a few sentences, The Canterbury Tales is a whole book dedicated to a group of twenty-seven TOTALLY different people. They are all going on a pilgrimage to Canterbury, and to pass time, they all decided on telling stories.

Some of the characters, to me, were a little strange. Take The Prioress for example. She is a woman who is described as a modest and quiet character. See doesn't believe in hurting animals, yet she feeds her two beloved dogs, animal flesh. We were told that she sings terribly, and she never, ever let's food drop out of her mouth, so in other words, she was a larger woman. She is somewhat a little shy, and very dainty.

Last week, my English teacher had announced to the class that we had to preform skits for the "Renaissance Fair". As soon as I heard skits, my heart skipped a beat. The Renaissance Fair had been being prepared for several weeks before we were told about the skits. The teachers had other activities planned, along with the skits. The group I was put in already had amazing ideas of what we could do. I told my group I didn't know if I was capable of fulfilling a big role, but I got one any ways. From that point on, I was psyching myself out. (Like I explained in my previous blog). I had to preform as The Prioress, and sing poorly one of my favorite songs, Skyscraper.

Today was a day, I will Never forget. It started off when I first woke up, just like any other day. I woke up to the thought in my mind of people laughing at me, and not with me. I soon told myself I had to let that thought go. I was in with the good, and out with the bad. That was my "motto" all day long. I soon found myself, downstairs eating a doughnut for breakfast. I told my mom that I was hoping I wouldn't see the doughnut again. She laughed, and continued on with her motherly duties, as if I was kidding. At the time I wasn't. Later on in school, we were surprised with the movie, Robin Hood, which is not my "cup of tea" but, I couldn't do anything about it. So, I took that time to reflect every aspect of my performance. I was thinking about my steps, my facial expressions, and how high my notes would have to go to show that I was actually attempting to sing bad. The worst thing that could happen is for people to think I was trying to sing good, and then get made fun of. That thought left my head too.

Around, one o'clock, it was time to take the stage. I was so nervous, my knee caps were shaking, which I would like to add, NEVER happened to me before. When it was our turn to go up and preform, I had an easy task. I had to get the IPod to play a song out of the speakers. Easy. I was holding the speakers in my shaking hands and waited for my cue to press the play button. When I got the signal, I pressed the play button, and very soft music started to play. The speaker, and the IPod were not connected. When I tried to re-connect them, the music stopped and everyone stared at me. I wasn't thinking so, I just started to hum the music loudly. Everyone laughed. The laughter didn't feel like enough, so, I decided to give myself a few nice comments about how awesome I was for thinking on my feet. About two minutes later, I heard the lines from my overly examined script, I had been dreading to hear. "Our next contestant will be The Prioress." Great, that was me. My heart sunk in my stomach so far, it had joined the butterflies. I then took the microphone, along with a deep breath, and began my lines. I stuttered a little bit, and forgot my words, so, I improvised. I made a name for the dog I was holding, McJagger, which was influenced by my favorite song, which was stuck in my head, Moves Like Jagger.  And, I even made a few unscripted steps toward the judges. As I began to sing, I closed my eyes, and just let the worst voices come over me. It was a terrible sound, but it was supposed to be bad. So, in that case, it was a good, bad signing. When I was done, I finally opened my eyes to find everyone cheering. They were supposed to be booing, but I guess they were so memorized by my "great" voice, they must have been clapping for an encore.

You know when you try something, and you absolutely love it, so you continue to do it over, and over again? I got that feeling. I could have stepped on another stage and just started singing again, without any worries in the world.

Self-Confidence Check.

Sometimes in Life, decisions are made, that are hard to fulfill. Along with those decisions, you may get the occasional "butterflies" or "pit's" in your stomach. Honestly, I have been down that path before, and, I am going through it right now. It's not always an easy thing to accomplish, but it's got to happen someday.

I have been diffident, as long as I can remember.  I think I would have to say it started in Preschool. In my PreK class, as a celebration at the end of the year, you would cross a rainbow bridge to show how you have overcome PreK, and made your way to the next step. Kindergarten. As a preschool, that was always a fun time. You got to pick out your dress, and take pictures with all your friends. It was your first, real experience feeling like a super model. My dress was a white flowered dress, with a hint of blue in it. I remember feeling like a princess. I probably even got caught up in the moment, and asked for a crown. But, that's just knowing me. Anyways.

Long story, short, I didn't cross the bridge alone. After about four minutes of crying hysterically, my teacher, Mrs. Peggy, picked me up, and carried me across the rainbow bridge. I don't remember my exact feelings toward my scene, but they probably were not positive. Now, whenever I see someone who was in my PreK class, and we talk about our past life's, it always comes up. And, on top of that humiliation, I have a video. Sometimes, I will glance back at my childhood videos, and laugh at myself. I will keep rewinding the hilarious scenes, and brag about what a funny kid I was. And, as for the humiliating scenes, I fast forward.

Ever since then, I have been the same way. I get choked up when I hear the words "Oral Presentations". After those dreadful words come out, my body shuts down. I go into panic mode. My head starts to pound, to the rhythm of my heart. My palms get all sweaty, and the "butterflies" start to enter my stomach. I have not yet to find a cure for this illness, but I will need to soon!

For all my oral presentations, I have been through the exact same steps. First, when the teacher calls my name, my heart sinks. Then, I feel the many pairs of eyes watching every single move I make. After that, I feel like there is a butterfly gathering in my stomach. I get the Worst migraine, and my eyes start to explode with tears. It always feel like there are waterfalls behind them, trying to break free. And, the worst thing about the crying is I can't stop it. Once the viewers see your eyes are tear-filled, they know something is wrong, then they will concentrate on your every little movement. Great, more eyes. After all of that madness, it seems like my mouth and my brain are part of two different bodies. I mumble on my words, and sometimes I sound like I am from a different country. Then, along with my mumbling, I start to talk super fast. When I talk fast, no one can understand me. After that, I get the look from the teacher, who I was trying to avoid. When I finish my presentation, I hope to God no one has questions, then I hurry back to my seat, and but my head down. I avoid eye contact with everyone around me, and just start to take deep breaths. That usually doesn't help.

I wish I knew why I do this, but, it is something I will just need to grow out of. This "disease" makes me SO upset sometimes, because I know that I can do it, I just over think it and psych my self out. I am always told I have such a bubbly personality, and how crazy it is that I can't get up in front of people. And, I repeatedly reply with the same answer every time the comment comes up.

Tomorrow I have to sing poorly in front of fifty-four students, and about ten teachers. Non-stop I keep re-playing the bad outcomes in my head. I keep imagining what will take place, and how well I will preform. I imagine me falling well singing, or even worse, not even making it to the stage. I imagine being in the back, in the fetal position, but I am determined I will not let that happen.


The reason for this life story on my blog is because I am trying to clear my mind. Bringing in the good, and taking out the bad. All of this bad, with be left in this blog. I am determined to boost up my self-confidence, and achieve more. I want to be able to get up in front of people and dance until I can't dance anymore, and speak to people without having to worry about crying.

I will write tomorrow about what an amazing job I did, and how my self-confidence is through the roof. But, until tomorrow...Thanks for listening. :)

The Future Of The Future.

Kids these days are just so amazing. They have their own sense of humor, their own inside jokes, and they are always so loving.

Yes, I know I may be considered a kid, but I am technically a teenager. Practically an adult in five months, and twenty days, but who's counting...Anyways, Kids are great. They always know when something is happening, and they have questions prepared. They always have hugs ready for when they are needed at the most. And, my favorite, they are always fun to play with. :)

Playing with Kids, is like reliving your childhood. You got the building blocks, the imaginary games, and the use of blankets as cloaks. Cloaks, by the way, are ALWAYS necessary. If your sick, wrap yourself in a cloak, if you are tired or you want to read a good book, curl up with a cloak, and so on...

Well we are on this subject, who actually "curls" up when they read? Don't you just sit? Or, maybe stand if you were in a difficult situation, anyways.

Kids are fun little people. (Not addressing the actually "little people", who are just regular people too.) Am I the only one who thinks it is cute when Kids are dressed up as elders? I think it is the most cutest thing in the world. Just Sayin'.

Not every kid is the same, which is a plus. That means in the future, it will carry on with differences in others. It will be the same as the world today, but it will be missing out on the gas prices, and all the Carnies. Ewwww. I despise Carnies, no offence to anyone who is reading this, who actually is a Carnie. So, sorry. But, it's just an opinion, and I am sticking to it.

The future will be ran by the kids of today, so, already I am telling you how amazing it will be. They will drive to work in their Hover Cars.  Better yet, they don't even need to leave their homes to go to work. They will all have hologram projectors, which will direct them to their important jobs. And, don't worry about the "not so good jobs", they are taken over by robots. And, the robots were surprisingly invented by a kid of today's time.

The future will be so great, that the people of today will be looking down from above, or looking up from bellow, (what ever your lifestyle may be), taking it all in. They will be looking over their children with tears in their eyes brought on by "proud-ness".

The kids of today will do an amazing job running the future, I just know it. The kids are great, and their morals are even better.

Social Sacrifice.

There has never been a time where people could communicate and express themselves as instantly, and as fast as we do now-a-days. I can not believe that there was actually a time in life where, in order to talk to someone, you had to write a letter. It seems like nobody writes letters anymore!

Personally, I enjoy writing. I like writing in different ways, and trying to impersonate others writing habits. I love the feeling of holding a pen in my hands, and the noise of the paper crunching as my hand moves along it slowly. I always feel like I am creating something so amazing when the pen touches paper. Sometimes, I feel if I use slow strokes, I can draw like an artist, but then, I look down and it looks like the work of a five year old. It still always feels like I'm creating something so magical when my pen touches down on the paper, even if it is just a doodle.

When you are forced to physically write something out, you are always cautious about messing up. But, now with all the technology we have today, you can go back and delete something without worrying about a mark. All we have to worry about is pushing buttons. I, honestly don't even notice how many times I mess up. I just did approximately five times just in that sentence alone. It's crazzzy! Your finger slips, easy fix, push a button, you need to remember something, press a button to copy, you need to check the spelling on a word, easy, just hit "spell check". It's absurd how much we actually take for granted. We are spoiled!

Back in the day, (and this is from ALL my experience), you probably had to scream outside your window in order for people to know what was going on in your life. "Today I woke up, and had a piece of toast. Going shopping later!!" I bet your neighbors would get pretty sick of you, especially if you are the type of person who likes people knowing everything about your life.

Even on Facebook, which we take for granted. Facebook was made so you could catch up with old friends and family, not to tell your whole life story. I, personally don't want to see that on my "News Feed", and I bet others feel the exact same way. I don't want to know every detail about your day, and where you are at every moment.

Now that everything is electronic, and easy to use, we can e-mail, text, Facebook, Tweet, Skype, instant message, *Blogggg*, Face Time, oovoo, and SO much more. We take it for granted. Every person can automatically express there feelings, thoughts, or opinions through their phone, computer, iPod, or any other crazy inventions I missed.

It's considered "CRAZY" now to pick up a phone and talk to someone too! When did that change? If you want to talk to someone it has to be through instant message? Now, if you call someone, they start freaking out as if someone were to die. And, then you would simply reply with, "I just wanted to talk..." People would think you were crazy! "Did you hear that so-and-so called me yesterday, just to chat? That's crazy, I know." Again, I like talking on the phone, but for anyone who knows me, I like talking in general.

It's also really awkward talking with someone face to face, especially if you already stalk them on every account they own. You would talk about their amazing trip to France, but you already read fifty five statuses about it, and saw over two-hundred pictures.

When you think about it, it is crazy how much time and energy we use just to be technical. We spend hours stalking, reading, or writing back to people. And less time talking in person. Wouldn't it be better to talk to someone personally, then to stalk them? We really sacrifice a lot in life when it comes to technology.

It is literally, taking over us.

Toilet Paper Fight.

Any shopping trip with my family is always a good show, especially for the innocent bystanders. It's always a different scenario between my sister and my dad. I am going to be honest here, sometimes they act like they are five year olds, but, I love them. Plus, they make the shopping experience a one for the books.

Every time we go shopping it's chaotic. Sometimes we get looked at weird, or we over hear people talking about the "Crazy Family in Aisle Seven". But, we usually are already cleared out of aisle seven, and on to the next in a matter of seconds. My mom pushes us all out, so the bystanders can't get a good look.

Today, when my mom called me on her way home from work, asking me to go grocery shopping with her, you could imagine how hesitant I was. Then she spoke the words I have been waiting for. "Just me and you!" To every teenage girl, well, maybe just me, that was music to my ears. I love being alone with my mom. We talk about "girl" things, and anything else I can't bring up in front of my sister and my dad without being laughed at. Shopping with my mom is the BEST! Sometimes, I get some extra stuff, and if we are clothes shopping, I get to overload, because Ashley is not there. It's amazing!

When my mom got home from work, we embarked on our shopping journey. We usually grocery shop at Wegmans, but since it was a school night, we went somewhere close to home, Walmart. To me, Wegmans is the God of all grocery stores. It's clean, it has awesome food, and if you are lucky, they are handing out free samples! :) Walmart, is half as clean, has "great value" food, which is not that "great", and they don't handout free samples. Well, at least I think. But, anyways. Wegmans is the Bomb. Sorry Walmart.

The one thing I love about Walmart is seeing all the people. Sometimes, they look like they just rolled out of bed, or they look like they just rolled around in mud. They are called "The People Of Walmart". I wish I was clever enough to think of that, but I wasn't. My mom and I did not look like we fit in there.

After getting a bunch of groceries, and some snacks I picked out, we headed to the checkout line. The checkout girl wasn't as nice as the people at Wegmans. We were not greeted with a smile, or a nice "hello". We got a weird look, and what seemed to be a grunt. After the checkout, we hauled our heavy cart toward the parking lot. As we were loading the car, my mom decided it would be funny to hit me with one of the bags, so, to retaliate, I grabbed the huge twelve pack of toilet paper and began to swing it. As I lifted it towards my mom, the whole thing broke. The plastic ripped, and the twelve toilet paper rolls went flying back into the cart. My mom picked one up and threw it at me, and soon enough, we were playing dodge ball in the Walmart parking lot. People were staring and probably Facebook Updating about us.
"Watching two idiots throw toilet paper at each other at Walmart, no big deal. Text up the cell."

Yeah, we were still being judged as the crazy family, but at least we weren't in aisle seven!

November Rain.

Monday's. Everyone goes through them. Sometimes, but usually they are not the best day of your week. Your back to school, or in other's cases work. Let's be honest here, no one enjoys Mondays. So, as you can imagine, I was thrilled to be coming home to a stocked DVR full of my shows, barely any homework, and a comfortable couch.

By 4:00 the DVR was empty, and my homework was done. My little sister and her friend Connor, who is considered "family" at our house, were begging me to play Hed Banz. This was an offer I could not refuse! I absolutely LOVE Hed Banz, I am convinced it is The best game on this earth. Hed Banz is a game where you don't need to be athletic to play, or smart, you just need your brain. You get this really "stylish" black, strap back, headband, and a card with a random person, place or thing, printed on it. The other players get to pick out the card, and then place it on your head. You, then use Yes and No questions to figure out what you are. Every time you guess your card correctly, you get a new card, along with a chip. The chips are really important in this game, so, if you are the type of family who loses game pieces, this might not be for you. But, anyways. The chips can be turned in, in exchange for a hint from the other players. If you decide not to use hints, you save up your chips, and first one to five wins. Just like any other game, there is a catch. The Timer. Sometimes being pressured by a timer shows the competitive side of people, including me. Occasionally, the timer will force me to stand on top of tables, screaming random questions at the other players.

We were playing a pretty heated game for about twenty-five minutes until, my little sister got upset. She couldn't figure out what she was. Her card said "Walt Disney". We always try to be fair, and help her out because we know that if she is not doing well, then the game will soon come to an end. We practically set her up to win, but she still wasn't getting it. She kept asking bazaar questions that didn't even pertain to the information given to her. "Is it a Strip Club?" "Can this person be eaten by me?" "Does he like the color purple?" and my personal favorite..."If this person was a squirrel, and he was sitting on my lap, would he be nice enough to share his nut's with me, or who he bite me, and take my nut's?" Obviously, I didn't have an answer. I was grateful that the timer was up.

As Ashley was telling us how unfair the game was, she was interrupted by a giant flash of light, and a BOOOOOM!!!!! That interpretation doesn't even cover how loud, and scary it was. My immediate reaction was to jump half way across the room, into my sisters arms. We all looked at each other as if there was a dead body lying in front of us. Ashley swore she heard a noise from the garage, so the three of us got up and started walking ever so slowly to the door. We went down the hallway about .2 miles per hour. Our shaking hands were interlocked, as the sound of thunder went through our ears. Connor, being the man, was pushed to the front to open the door to the garage. As the lightening and thunder sounded louder and louder, we pushed Connor through the door. There were several antique bottles on the ground that my dad collects. I was so pleased to see them all in one piece, but that didn't make everything better.

We walked back into the house cautiously looking every which way. I ran into the kitchen to pull out some candles, and flashlights, just in case. I, as the oldest, tried to settle Connor and Ashley down, but, I couldn't. The thunder was over powering my voice, and the lightening was shining brighter than the lighten candles. I sat down with my head in my knees. About, thirty seconds later there was a knock on the door. We all jumped as if it was a massive thunder clap striking again. I walked silently to the front door, and jumped, being the shorty that I am, to see over and out of the window. There was a very shady man standing on my front porch. He kept knocking over and over again. I quickly "shushed" Connor and Ashley so he didn't hear us. I didn't want him to know we were home, because we were by our self's. After four minutes, he left.

We went back to the family room to continue talking, but there wasn't much of it. We were all in shock, but mostly scared out of our minds. I didn't know what to do. I turned on my IPod music, and started singing. Soon enough Ashley and Connor joined in, we were all harmonizing pretty well, until there was another knock on the door. The music stopped, and I ran back over to the door. I jumped up to see TWO men this time. They were just standing there. The men knocked for about three minutes, and then finally left. Didn't they get that we weren't home the first time? I got on my hands and knees and crawled to the front window to join Ashley and Connor. The men were walking on the grass waving at our house. Could they see us? It was impossible for them to see us. We were on the ground, with our faces hidden behind window shades. There was absolutely NO way they could see us. We were all questioning why they would keep showing up. Maybe they were trying to recruit us to their crazy religion, or maybe they were trying to sell something in the pouring rain. Then the one reason came up that I was dreading to hear. Connor said "What if they wanted to break in and steal us, and all your things?!?!" We all knew that was not true, but the possibility still lingered in my mind.

Monday's ususally are not this crazy at my house, but this one defintitely set's the bar higher for the upcoming ones.

Typical Sunday.

Here's to my first blog post, and in hopes for many more. :)

This blog post has been on my mind alllllll day. I have been debating what to write about, and what stories to tell first, nothing came to mind. I would right about what an amazing day I had, but that would be a lie. It's a Sunday. Our average Sunday is sitting around waiting for Monday to hit us. So, we did what us Mohler's do best, we waited for Monday.

It was a surprise when my mom said she wanted to clean the WHOOOLLEE house. Well, not the cleaning part, but on a Sunday? Really, mom? Sunday is such a lounge-around kinda day. Watch some movies, maybe take a mid-day nap, or just sit on the computer all day and stare at an empty blog page. (By the way, that was not me.) But, anyways...We had to clean. My mom is like a cleanaholic. She loves when everything is clean, even if it is not hers. When we go to other people's houses, she's always the one who you see cleaning up. Yes, it's nice, but not when dinner just started, and you haven't even picked up your fork. That, to me, is just pure craziness.

We cleaned for about four hours, it was torture. We vacuumed every floor, washed every window, and we dusted every table. Now, your asking yourself...that took four hours to complete? No. That alone took about forty-five minutes. It wasn't until my mom was feeling spontaneous and wanted to clean out the basement. Yikkeeess. That was a bad idea.

My little sister has a "school" set up down there, including four desks, which included her "teacher" desk, a television, a gaming contraption by the name of Wii, which I only know how to use very little of, and a bunch of miscellaneous toys, and board games. I only go down into the basement to do laundry when I am told to, and that is it. I am terrified of my basement. It's just creepy. Even when I do laundry, I make sure the door is propped open with something, all of the lights are on, and my mom is standing at the top of the stairs giving me a pep talk. That's sounds bad, but I am sort of a scaredy cat.

So, we cleaned the WHOLE entire basement, which was a MESSSSSSSS. We cleared out everything in sight, and sorted it. All the Christmas Stuff in one section, and then the same with the rest of the Holidays. We put up the Thanksgiving decorations, which means, in two weeks we will be taking them down, which also means we will be cleaning again. Yay...

I love cleaning, don't get me wrong, but, I just don't like cleaning as a family. My sister and my dad are like "Best Bud's" so, they are always horsing around, then my mom gets mad, and starts treating us like we are four. I got away for about twenty minutes of the chaos, which was AMAZING! I said I was going to clean my room. My mom fell for it, my room is ALWAYS clean. I can't live in a mess, I would go Crazzzzzzy.

With this "Cleaning Fiasco" thrown at me today, I am exhausted. I think I may go lay down anywhere in my house, maybe even the floor. I might as well, considering it is clean.