Sunday, August 7, 2011
Birth and Death
I would like to start off this blog post by saying... Rest in peace, dear Bob. That being said, happy birthday Morgan!!! Today was Morgan's birthday party. We showed up at the O'Neills' house close to 10ish. They were in the backyard shoveling rocks, as Derek and Megan looked on. We immediately joined them, hugging and laughing. It wasn't long before we set off. The car trip was long, but we hardly noticed. When we arrived it didn't take long for everyone to get into the pool. I hadn't brought a swimsuit and hadn't planned on swimming, but I should have had enough foresight to realize that was NOT going to fly among my friends. Em and Zach and even Derek, Megan and Morgan were trying to get me. Obviously not by force, because I would have probably not survived such an experience, but trying, nontheless. Finally I jumped in in my shorts and tshirt. We had a blast, squirting, pushing, chasing each other around and playing. Lunch rolled around and we all said blessing and gathered to eat hot dogs and hamburgers. We huddled mostly in one huge group at a table, cracking up and drinking sodas. I sat between Megan and Morgan, but this didn't stop certain people from placing ice down the back of my shirt! I got back by pressing ice cubes to people's necks and sticking them in others' ears! We sang happy birthday to Morgan and I got a video of Derek eating Whoopie pie and saying "Whoopie!" Eventually we all ended up back in the pool for awhile. I was pushed in, dragged in, and made to jump in with a single look among many other methods, but we all had plenty of fun I'm sure! I ended up on a chair in the sun with Megan. Then we sat sprawled in a hammock. Now you may be asking yourself "Didn't she say it was hot?" and "Did she mention putting on sunscreen?" the answers are yes and no. The result? I was sunburned all down my legs and on my face, despite the towel I placed over my face. Morgan handed out goodie bags as some of her other friends left. They had many interesting things in them, including CDs similar to the ones I made for my birthday party! We took out our things and began messing with them. I pressed my rubbery frog first to the back of Em's neck, then Zach's. Em flipped. "I know, I know," I said. "I'm weird! But I had to try that, doesn't it feel weird?!" Zach shook his head, "Halie, for YOU that was not unusual! If you acted NORMAL we'd think it was weird!" Em then tried to sneak up and rub her own frog on me. In response I quickly slapped her with my sticky hand. To my surprise (and hers!) it actually slapped her right across the face! I laughed hyperly, jumping up and down. Then we broke out the colored bubbles for a little while, but I didn't want to stain the ground there or make them have to wash the ground so I put them away. Soon we were driving back to the O'Neills' house. We listened to Morgan's entire CD on the way home and sang along a lot. At one point all except for Zach were bouncing or dancing in some way (we should have had that on video!!) and we firmly concluded two things. We need a glee club. And we need to make music videos with the teen group. Megan and Derek left quickly when we got there and I got to say hi to my best most adorable friend. Jeni, of course!! Then Zach ran to the store for his mom and Lexie, Em and I had a colored bubble war on the lawn. I had green, Lex had blue and Em had orange and we all had splatters of color all up our arms and legs when we finished! My mom actually cut it short. We didn't finish, but we had to finish ;). Zach arrived just before we left, shaking his head at our colorful figures surprisedly and laughing. And good thing too! He'd forbidden us to leave before he got back! Mrs. O'Neill took pictures of us three colorful girls and the four of us as well. We hugged, rubbing more color off on each other and then Lex and I had to go, sadly. But although I wasn't very descriptive it was very fun and I had a blast!! I'm sorry, I'm tired. But today was bomb! Love you guys... Peace?
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