Mary Mary Mary

so much for doing these things daily, huh?

It's not that I have anything better to do, my dearest bloggers,
but unfortunately the things I've been preoccupied with have been more or less vital.
Essays & all that year end class stuff, ya know?

If you're in high school or college, you know what I'm talking about.

But anyways!
We've had multiple open houses, and even a showing today--so the house selling is doing great!
Initially, our Realtor told us to bury a virgin Mary upside down in our yard
---well that's a little weird for us, being Mormon and all...
But I was getting desperate! We hadn't had any offers or showings even, and so I asked my mother if my dead Catholic grandmother had any crazy traditions to help sell a house. Mother thought for a bit, then walked over to Gramma's china cabinet, pulled out a tall white candle, robed in some cheap red-stained glass, cross imprint and everything.
I was looking at her sideways until she told me that when she was younger, her mother told her "to light this candle and place it in your windowsill--then all of your [reasonable] wishes and desires will come true."

--sounds pretty wacky, right? My Gramma's been off her rocker ever since I can remember, but I gave it a try anyways. What did I have to lose? --well other than the possibility of my house burning down--but I ignored that dark thought and lit the candle.

Not half an hour later, Mrs. Louise Johnson [Realtor] called and said that during one of the open houses, some lady thought our house was wonderful, and wanted to bring her husband along this time. --What are the odds!?

Looks like all the insane people turn out to be the most brilliant ones.

Thank you, dead Grand-ma! Love you!

Keep the peace!

Larissa Mormon!

Update on Myrtle

I have a disgusting sense of humor.
How? you might ask
well, I just recently hung a dead baby doll head from my rear-view mirror.
so--behind every disgusting joke, there is a story.
Here's my story:
A close friend of mine, jokingly, told me that I would be a terrible mother,
that I would kill all of my babies and hang their heads from my rear-view mirror.
Well, although I didn't give birth to the doll [thankfully!] I decided to prove him right. I named the doll too! Her name is Myrtle.

I don't think I've ever heard anyone laugh so hard than when he saw the photo.

Frik- I'm such a funny person.

But this is why I'm basing my blog on dead baby Myrtle; I volunteered to drive my TAG teacher to the Ford dealership earlier because, well, she didn't have any way to get there. & I, being the giving Mormon, told her I'd give her a lift! So she went off to teach her class, & I mine. All was well, until I started off my class with my daily dead baby jokes...
Then I realized I had to run out to my car and rip Myrtle off of my rear-view & her remains that were in my back-window, and shove it under my seat.

ahahaa! What an adventure. Sometimes I really wonder if there is something wrong with me.

Well, that's all for now!
Remember, drop beats--not bombs!
Larissa Mormon. xox

mommy for the week[s]

I feel like I'm in a concentration camp,
ok--that may be a terrible comparison, but either way-- I'm pooped.
Seeing as "oh sweet" mother of mine is gone to our new town, and my precious father is working night shifts, my past two weeks have been a living hell.
--literally, this is a lot.
Having a set of wheels makes everything easier though.
Today's tasks consisted of packing Owen's lunch, cleaning the house after all had left, driving to school & home, walking the dogs, washing the dogs, making dinner, feeding Owen dinner, going to Ashley's congrats dinner, taking Owen to soccer, sticking around for soccer photos, calling the real estate agent, booking an open house for tomorrow, driving home, walking dogs, cleaning dogs, bathe Owen, get him to bed, clean the house, work on homework--which is super long, and clean some more-- and still somehow, i managed to find time to create a blog.--Look at me go.

I don't mean to sound whiny or anything--but I mean, this is a lot for a seventeen year old.

I'm starting to really feel the reality of us leaving--the view still seems fuzzy, but I can see parts of the picture now.
To be honest, I'm scared to leave. This is my very first adventure that I'll be doing totally 100% on my own. Starting school in kindergarten, i had my big brother down the hall; moving to Alberta, had my big brother in the same class as me; going to the high-school, I had Ashley. But now, this is me--just me. I'm petrified.

this is enough of a first blog for me today, I still have to finish this paper--don't get me wrong, I love social studies--really, I do. I love all the knowledgeable stuff we learn, but often, the homework is just way too much for me to handle--even more-so now with my home-life.

I think my world is slowly falling apart-- but on the bright-side, every piece still holds it's beauty.

Keep the peace!
--Larissa Mormon