...And from the Candle of truth and Knowledge...

I'm back my loyal readers! all 5 of you! I knew y'all would be all concerned like, "oh my goodness she hasnt posted today. She must have gotten hit in the head again and is stuck in a coma." But worry not. I was simply studying my butt off to ace a history test and to probably b-eing an English test. But it is alllll good now. By now you're probably wondering about the odd, yet witty title of this post. I shall explain it. Today my friends, was the best day of my life. just kidding. I was just inducted into National Honor Society.( no big deal) They do this long light a candle tell what it represents blah dididi blah. Eventually my besty Libby-wibby walks up the bleachers all slow like, for the needed dramatic effect (really to not extinguish the candle she was about to give me) and handed the highly symbolic candle to me, smiling. And then by the grace of God I was able to walk down the bleachers to my seat without letting my candle's  flame from going out or not letting my lovely RO polo to go ablaze. That would be far more exciting to blog about I guess...not worth it. That was a 45 minute ceremony my loving parents patiently endured through. Then, of course, the best and only reason I get into National Honor Society, is a feast fit for the gods of olympus in our tiny Library. I had cookies, fudge, a subway sandwich, a doughnut, a delicious little bite of cake and basically every unhealthy thing you could think of. It was delightful. I get home from cheer thinking I can relax, blog, watch some Fringe and maybe just maybe take a nap. LOL. NO. I get into my room and it looks like Hurricane Sandy took a tour of my room. I spend an hour and a half cleaning and fretting about a stupid tshirt for the peprally until I realize it is in the Locker room. Sometimes I surprise even myself. My dreams of a relaxing thursday go poof before my eyes. And then 6:30 rolls around and I go babysitting for the Tufts. The most adorable family I've ever had the pleasure of babysitting for in case you read this Helen. Dixon, Cutler and Cyrus. all under 6, all adorable. Cyrus, the youngest, justa little tyke, is as destructive as a pitbull with red bull(quote given by my pal Lib-dawg). He destroyed his mother's hairdryer by ripping the wires to give you an example of his havoc he wreaks daily. He has the strength of an oxen, no joke. I turn around to put away the shampoo he was trying to consume and then BAM! crack-smash-scream, I turn around and he just broke a giant glass cup. Then his older brother Cutler starts to sing me a song on how he prefers to sleep in the nude. "I like to sleep naked oh oh oh. I like to sleep naked oh oh." I eventually persuade him to the belief pajamas are a better idea. thank goodness. Or else his mom would have never hired me again. Now Libby is at me casa, getting a beauty sleep for the peprally tomorrow watching Friends and Ellen, our usual bonding activities. I apologize for the long post, it's just I had SUCH an interesting day. mwah. night.