Penny

Our coon hound Penny is not new news, but she's always fun to talk about.
Penny is the prettiest dog I've ever seen, and everyone in the house treats her like royalty. She sleeps in until late morning hours. I don't know why, but immediately when we see her stretched out on the sofa in the morning we can't resist her cuteness.
She's a diva, too. She'll walk around and act like she's queen of the house. I'm not kidding you.
Penny is awesome.

Trekking Across the Oakie Border

Holla!
In exactly... five days my fam is headed for Kennewick for the annual convention. We'll be staying in the Red Lion inn. A few other families we know are staying there. Such as the Kammeyers (see Chey's Words) and... well that's the only family I remember at this moment.
ANYWAY... I'm looking forward to the trip 'cause I want to go shopping. It's really nice just to shop till you drop sometimes.
I don't have much news on my book. Still working on getting it published. I think that once I DO get it published I'm going to get all my friends a big fat prezzie (present, for those of you who do not understand teenange lingo). I already know what I'm getting Nanner (Cheyenne)... But I'll never say it. Ok I will.
I want to get Nanner a Nikon D5000. I'll prolly get one for myself, too. And yeah, I know that their crazy expensive but I can hope, right?
I don't know yet what I'm getting Shelbster. I thought that I might clear out the Hard Candy aisle for her, seeing she's such a nut for that stuff. I'll get a her a nice big case, too.
For Raine I'll get some nice leather bound journals and some awesome pens, a handful of sketching pencils and a leather bound sketchbook with a sunflower on the front.
For Ash a DSi and some games. Also, I'll get her a book on how to make clothing for animals (she wants to be a canine clothing designer, you see) and some material and sewing needles.
for Chibi a cashmere dog bed and some custom dog shampoo so she can always smell like sweetened green tea or candy grapes. Or bananas.
For Sami I'll get some awesome high heels in crazy cool colors and some clothes.
For myself? I'll buy myself the entire clique series. Oh, and a Nikon D5000. Because that thing looks freakin' awesome. Anyway, I guess I'll blog more some other time. Thx for reading.

♪~Cheyenne~♪

Whew! Finished!

Hey everyone!
I have great news... I finally finished writing AND editing The Swimnyst (my book). Whew. It feels good to have finally finished a book.
I guess now my main goal is to find a publisher. My goal is to have it published as soon as possible. I don't know exactly how long the process takes, but I hope my book can be out in 2011.
Well, that's really all I got for now. I just wanted to share the big news. I'll probably blog more tomorrow or Friday.
Seeya!

♪~Chey~♪

P.S. I was doing some random research yesterday. Did you know that the Ancient Romans used powdered mouse brains for their toothpaste? Ick. And I complain about the flavor of our 'Brisk Mint' toothpaste sometimes.

Hungry!

Hola, chickas (and, uh, non chickas?)!
The reason I have titled this post 'Hungry' is because lately I've been HUNGRY!!!! I don't know why. Maybe I'm getting taller (again), or maybe I'm not eating enough (psh, yeah right) or maybe I've got that weird worm that crawls into your intestine and eats all your food (eww! that would really suck).
Either way, I'm still hungry. Already this morning I've eaten;

1. A poppy seed bagel w/ cream cheese
2. 3 handfuls of Colossal Berry Crunch cereal
3. 8 Saltines

Ok, maybe I haven't eaten as much as I thought I had. But whatever! I'm still hungry! And I have to wait an entire half an hour before I can eat lunch!
To distract myself from food I've been checking to see if Lisi Harrison has put out a new post on her Blah-g. Update: she still hasn't.
So, I figured I'd just post to pass the time. O
Oh yeah! Exciting news! I just finished writing The Swimnyst yesterday. With the help of my Ah-dorable cousin, Raine.
Well, I'm going to check Lisi's blah-g now. And then I'm going to eat some more saltines.

Past the teeth and over the gums!!

Cheyenne

The Incredible Sulk

I dyed my hair AGAIN!!!
And this time I'm going brunette. You see, it started Tuesday morning when my dad had to take Gabe and Jesse to school. I'd been begging for the past week for a time when I could go to the co-op in town to grab some henna in auburn. My roots had grown out a lot, leaving this big, dirty blond stripe in the middle of my reddish-gold curls. So when we got to the co-op, I flocked to the hair care section and was extremely disappointed to see that they didn't carry auburn henna at the time. I looked at the other shelf, though and they sold Dark Brunette henna. This proceeded to remind me that I'd been contemplating whether or not to go brunette or not. So, instead of buying auburn another time, I simply got dark brunette.
Once we were back at the house I was eager to get on with the process, so I pored over the instructions, making sure not to miss a single detail. It was all ready to go in about an hour and a half. Mom spread the mushy glop all over my hair. I think I had it a bit too runny, though, because it was dripping all over me and the floor. My pink shirt was ruined.
I had to wear a plastic IGA bag on my head for an hour while the henna worked its magic. I smelled like dirt and I had to keep wiping drips of wet henna off my face, but eventually it was over and I showered and rinsed off.
I loved the dark brunette. I thought, as I gazed in the mirror, that it made my eyes look bluer and my teeth whiter. Dakota brought us to Subway for dinner and then we got ready for meeting.
I felt like a million bucks walking into the Kingdom Hall wearing a red turtleneck sleevless shirt, a black skirt with white polka-dots, and my mom's new black sandals. I immediately went to my friends for their opinions. I cornered Nanner next to the magazine counter and asked;
"Well, how do you like it?"
"Am I the first one you asked?" she said, pinching her eyebrows together and glancing over her shoulder.
"Yes," I said, impatient.
"I don't want to be the first one!" she said.
My heart fell, but I held my smirk. "You don't like it, do you?"
She shook her head and shrugged.
"Rewative," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. 'Rewative' is my word jumble for 'whatver'.
Next I hung by Shelby, waiting for her to comment first. She didn't say anything for a long time, so I finally mentioned casually; "My hair is darker,"
She narrowed her eyes, grabbing a couple of my locks. "Oh! I just noticed." and then her expression changed. "Oh my gosh!" she cried, her hands flying to her mouth. "It's green!"
My stomach lurched. "What?"
"Your hair!" she cried. "It's green!"
I must have been shaking my head because she turned to her mother. "Mom," she said, gesturing to me. "Isn't Cheyenne's hair green?" Kelly narrowed her eyes, studying me.
"Well it's not really GREEN," she drawled. I heaved a sigh of relief. But Kelly wasn't finished. "It's more like avacado."
"Oh, great," I mumbled, tearing away from the two to check out my 'do in the girls' room. I stood myself in front of the mirror and studied my newly died waves.
They had been right. In the dim light of my house, I hadn't been able to tell the color of my hair. In the bright, harsh lighting of the kingdom hall I looked like I was wearing Oscar the Grouch on my head.
"You should really dye your hair a couple of days before the meeting next time," Shelby suggested after the program was over. It was all I could do not to pummel her into the ground and run sobbing to my vehicle. I just held a fake smile and told her that it was a lovely idea.
"It'll fade," I convinced myself. And it did. Today is Friday, and my hair is, thankfully, just a dark brown with copper highlights. I'm glad the whole ordeal is over. But, still, every now and then my mom likes to tease me about it. Like for example, when I mentioned to her that If I ate one more piece of celery I might turn green and she promptly said; "To match your hair?"
I'm going to laugh that day when she looks in the mirror, only to discover that I've shaved her bald. Heck, I'm already laughing.