Lol, quite often when I visit blogger I will stop by one or two of the recently published blogs and see what's up in the lives of miscellaneous people all over the globe. There's actually a lot more that aren't in English then I would expect. Sometimes I'll click on a Spanish one for the joy of trying to stumble through a post or two. Anyway, I just got out of this blog that daily listed the food consumed and the morning weight of someone who's about 175 pounds. It was deathly boring but quite hilarious at the same time. The poor lady has just decided to take up the atkins diet. May her health remain somewhat stable. If I had nothing else to do and no interests or life at all I think I should just follow peoples blogs, without letting them know. I hope nobody spontaneously wanders into mine.
Today I consumed:
two waffles with syrup. One homemade bun with ham, cheesewhiz and mustard. One tuppaware cup of pudding. Numerous glasses of water. Actually, I think that's it so far.
morning weight: this is just stupid. Hang on I'll go check. 126 pounds.
lol, and I hope nobody takes the time to read this post. Because it's even dumber then this mornings.
Also today went second hand shopping. Got funky old coat that I'll never wear and a pair of boxers that I wasted twenty five cents on (at your church rummage sale Cor!) and then directly afterwards realized the crotch was ripped out. Other then that, just bought a chronicles of Narnia book.

I am quite seriously thinking of changing the title to "barefoot in summer", or something like that. The Cherry life of a Tomboy was just supposed to be a working title. Blogger assured me that I could change it at any time but I didn't suppose that it would mean changing the whole blog thing. three cons,
1. barefoot in summer...how long will it be before I'm tired of it. And will it work in winter? Probably not.
2. It doesn't match my url, which I could also change, but then the few people who actually come here might get lost.
3. What was 3 again? I forget. Oh yeah, then the colour scheme doesn't match so much. But that's o.k. since it's just a colour scheme and not actually cool graphics and stuff anyway. I'd also have to rewrite the description but that's going to be happening anyway.
I shall change it. I just have to decide on something decent. And then maybe stick with it. And this has been a very boring post. Which I shall probably re-edit. At some point.
Edit: there. Done. I am, at times, too spontaneous. For example. I probably should've figured out what I wanted to call it before I started a blog. And things. But that's o.k. Now we see how long it lasts as barefoot in summer. And I shall leave the url the same. Because cherrytomboy is still kinda cool. Question, do you wander the lawn of life, or do you wonder the lawn of life? I'm quite sure it's wander. And I shall go now. Before the last of my audience abandons me to have a nap.
Kris

Last night I went to biblestudy and stayed later then intended leaving me in disgrace. But I slept well and all. I keep telling Mom I'm planning to try go to judo tonight. She actually forbid me to yesterday. forbid me, Me, from going. So it looks like I might not be. Which is o.k. It would probably kill me anyway. Joe has got pneumonia and infected lung lining and other nasty things (he went to the doctor yesterday) so I guess it's smart to take it easy. Still, it hurts to have to miss half a month of judo.
Biblestudy went reasonably well despite the fact that we never went in with any particular thing to study. Part of the evening was devoted to discussing immature publicschoolers. I have come to the conclusion that homeschoolers can be quite stuck up. But we have a right to be. And I was half saying that to be funny, so don't jump down my throat. But really. I mean, when you think about it...
Cor disappeared to watch a movie with Maria. I have yet to discover why a movie could possibly be more interesting then us. Since she apparently did last week too I figured Meg would enlighten me on the way home but she didn't seem to know. And since Cor will probably at some point read this, don't worry, I'm not at all offended *G*.
Other then that, I am still very bitter at not getting better yet. But I'm trying to be accepting. See...=D. If I ever become a paraplegic I would be one who mopes around and expects everyone to feel sorry for her. In fact, I would probably wish I'd died. But maybe I could get over it eventually, and be a happy, impacting, positive person. Like Joni, or something. Anybody else read her book?
Kris

I had to get up early this morning and drive my cousin to where she's picking since her ride didn't show. My kid cousin has a job, my kid sis has a job. It's getting rather embarrassing. Since I had to dress quickly I forgot to take off my boxers and since I'm wearing my cargo pants that are too big there's about two inches sticking out the top. It's hilarious. I could almost pass for one of the skaters who hangs out on mainstreet getting in the way of traffic and innocent pedestrians. Well, except you can't see it due to a t-shirt getting in the way. But since this is my blog I can say stupid things and get away with it. It's actually a secret wish of mine to be a skater. I think it's awesome when you see a girl who and pull and ollie as well as any guy on the ramp. Unfortunately I'm lacking in time, money, motivation, patience, and coordination.
Anyway, I just got on here because I needed to find some physical properties for methane. I really couldn't care what methane's melting point is, and I shall probably forget it by tomorrow. But hey, now I'll get the question right. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go build a molecular model using marshmallows and toothpicks.
Kris

I realized that I'm scared of the future. Actually it's looking pretty tame and very safe for me right now. But I'm still a bit scared.
Not exactly scared as you would normally think of fear. But I'm scared of making the wrong decisions. I'm scared of leaving behind my childhood and my teen years and everything awesome that came along with them. I'm scared of being unhappy. I'm scared of becoming an adult who doesn't see beyond work. I'm scared of getting stuck in a rut.
It's not that I'm scared of stretching out and doing stuff and becoming independent. It's that once I do I can never come back. Once I make commitments I'm committed. Once I get a job I'll always have to work.
It's that I'm looking at a big huge empty horizon. There's absolutely nothing on it and I have to walk out and build it as I go. Right now as I look I don't even see shadows of ideas or aspirations. I want to travel and write and curl up in a cabin on a beach. And those are options that I'll always have. But not necessarily ones that I can follow. Because I'll have the job waitressing that I'll have fought all my hatred of job searching to get. And no training to do anything else. I'm hoping to buy a house here in town. And once I got that, I'm here. I'm stuck without a graduation diploma and with a low sense of confidence that I can succeed at what I want.
It's all looking a little grey and endless and unbroken. And I think that's what I'm scared of.

This morning I woke up early. Lazed around for a little while, and came downstairs to french toast. I love French toast. And I think I feel a bit better this morning. YES YES YES! Now watch me go get completely sick again.
Today I spontaneously wandered out into the back yard. The day is gorgeous and I haven't really been outside the past week except to walk to English which I simply didn't enjoy. Today what I noticed most is the dandelions are really out. Little sunshines of the brightest yellow all over the lawn. I really honestly like dandelions. I don't know why everyone who's worried about their lawns can't stop waging war on them and just enjoy them.
I just kind of meandered down our backyard in my boxers and barefeet and started to feel alive again. The air was still the crisp, cool of morning but I could feel it warming up to make a day to rival that of the warmest springs. I collected five smooth brown eggs from the chicken pen. I haven't collected eggs for months. Two of my sibs run the operation and sell the eggs. One of the hens got out which caused me to groan. I really don't like the things. They have the beadiest little eyes and they're not at all fuzzy or cute or anything. Luckily I was able to catch her quickly. It reminded me of this time when I was little and was animal sitting for our relatives and neighbors who'd gone away for a week or something. The first time I did the chores one of the chickens one got out and I was scared of it but managed to throw a sack and sit on it for half an hour until family members came looking for me. Actually, it's a pretty involved story including cats and things but that's the basics of it.
I think when I move out I'm going to truly miss small-scale farm life. It's funny, after all my years of dreaming about when I won't have to milk the cow, weed the garden, or butcher pigs. Not that I enjoy these pastimes now (with the possible exception of occasional gardening). But I certainly enjoy the produce. Boughten milk, meat, vegetables ect. are digestible, but the thought of eating them every day for the rest of my life grosses me out. I guess I'll try buy as much farm produce as long as I can. Also, I'll have my own garden. Even if I lived in an apartment I think I'd try at least raise lettuce and carrots on my window sills. I wouldn't like town life. I'd hate city life. Sure it would be exciting and fast paced for a bit. I could even put up with it for a couple years if I knew I could leave at the end. In reality I'm a complete small town girl, and one who feels crowded, even then, unless she can live on the outskirts. I wonder if I'd think that way if I was raised in the city...
This has been a very poorly written post. Primarily because my mind kept wandering after every sentence, but I think I shall post it anyway.
Kris.

Thank God for hot lemon and honey when a girl's sick!
Actually I think I'm feeling a bit better but from what my familys witnessed people don't get over this quickly. Maybe it's because I actually slept a little bit last night.

I don't feel any better then I did on Sunday. In fact, perhaps even worse. And I hate it. I'm sick being sick. I havn't done anything all week (except English this morning) and I've missed out...lots.
O.k. Lord, it's Thursday now, if you held off this sickness on me because I wasn't suppose to go to the judo tournament, I'm not going. Can I get better now? By Monday?
Maybe I'd better stop giving him deadlines.
Which leads me to an interesting and unsolvable topic. How much does God interfere? I mean, is my body just fighting this at it's normal rate and he's letting it do it? Or is he actually like, "yeah, I think she should have it for two weeks. That should subdue her for a bit." Or is it a personal thing. Like, he didn't think that he should interfere for my personal desire to go to a judo tournament but he might interfere if...I dunno...something else.
And if he has complete control over everything (except, in my belief, our free will) then how can he not interfere. Like, If he decided that I was going to get sick at this time for this long and knew I had a tournament coming up that I wanted to attend then how can he not interfere?
Not that I'll ever figure God out, and not like I'm supposed to, but it can't hurt to wonder.
And anyway, the impatient part of me is tired of this. I have a life I'm supposed to be living. And it's being put on hold. If I didn't have anything in my weekly schedule I suppose it would be easier for me to swallow it and sit back and rest. But just walking to English today (about five mins) left me dizzy and weak and in need of a chair. I can't do anything, and that's what bothers me (coughing like heck at night and getting feverish and all isn't very pleasant either...). I guess I'm a baby about being sick.
Kris

This seems to be a common quiz to post in ones blog so I figure I may as well stick it in mine.

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.
Color treasury of Crystals. Page eighteen is just pictures of big purple rocks, no writing.

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?:
Curtain and wall.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
The Canucks get put out by the Flames.

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
Oh man, I'm bad at this. 9:38 Am

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
9:39 Am, that's amazing folks.

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
My brother getting out a pencil, my Mom coughing, no music right now.

7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?:
Hmm, this is sad, but I can't remember. Probably when I went out on the back deck. Hey, I'm sick...

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:
The blog I got this quiz off. Can't remember who's.

9: What are you wearing?:
Blue plaid pajama pants, black tee, barefeet.

10: Did you dream last night?:
Yeah, I actually remember that it had something to do with a pencil I wrote my name on when I was little.

11: When did you last laugh?
Oh, probably this morning after I heard my sensei's wife on the phone. I've never met her but she has the cutest little-old-lady accent. I love it. Of course any laughing right now is followed by a fit of coughing.

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?:
Oh man, this is our school room. You do not want to know everything on the wall. Maps. giant, ancient, green chalkboard. Many, many examples if our creativity. Shelves, ect. ect. ect.

13: Seen anything weird lately?:
Yeah, have you met my family? *G*, my sister came up this morning wearing her hair a way she thinks is funky but actually looks like a protruding, messy rats nest on stuck on the back of her head.

14: What do you think of this quiz?:
umm...pretty decent questions.

15: What is the last film you saw?:
I listened to the boys watch born free last night. Last that I actually watched...probably CBC's special edition Canada history movie.

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:
A car, a house, a computer, and a plane ticket or two (well, maybe).

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I think bluejeans should be acceptable formal wear.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?:
Umm, I'd need to think about it very hard and since I'm not going to waste time doing that right now, I don't know.

19: Do you like to dance?:
I decline comment.

20: George Bush:
Let's not get into this.

21a: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?:
Jessie Jem

21b: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?:
Joel or Timothy

22: Would you ever consider living abroad?:
Yes.

23: Will you pass on this survey?:
Well...it's going in my blog. Whether or not that counts as passing it on, I'm not sure as nobody reads it.

Last night I watched what was probably my first hockey game of the season. Might also be the last. The Canucks were put out by the flames. There was this awesome goal with about 2 secs to go to force ot and then the flames scored about a minute in. I wasn't that into it this year, probably because I haven't watched much, but about halfway through the game I could feel the old hockey spirit kicking in. I guess I may as well cheer for the Montreal Canadiens now (yes, I know how to spell Canadian now, but Montreal is french... remember?
My sister has this freaky horrible looking rash on her legs. We're thinking it's an allergic reaction to shrimp she ate last night. I guess that's one way in which I've been blessed is a high tolerance for a lot of that kinda thing. I don't ever remember being allergic to anything. I think hay fever and that kind of thing would be the worst. Or maybe dairy products. Yeah, I must say, I'd hate to be allergic to dairy products.
My cold is feeling a bit better but definitely still existent. It's especially obvious in my cough. Two more days till Thursday...
K

Yeah, o.k. My body is forcing me to admit I've contracted this loathsome, horrible, disgusting, illness. I'm a little upset. I was so close to making it through without getting it and then having bragging rights for best immune system. Last night after the family got home my Mom came up and took my temperature and made the official decision that I am indeed sick. I got orange juice and cold cloths and such. It's very nice to be pampered when you're sick. Only, I was in a state of denial. "I'm not sick!", "I can't be sick!", "I'm still going to work and judo tomorrow!" (which I'm not), "I'm every bit as stubborn as you are!" (when pressed to take a tylonal, which I didn't). Perhaps you notice how everyone of those sentences starts with the notorious "I". I only now hope that I can make judo on Thursday. If not I suppose the tournament is out.
Last night as I was lying in bed I started talking to myself. Us geniuses tend to do that a lot. It resulted in turning on the lamp and writing a rather mobid poem. Not horribly morbid but as I don't usually consider myself a morbid person I have a right to call my poem morbid. Anyway, the point is, I don't ever recall willingly writing a poem. Only when I'm flushed with fever and not thinking clearly from tiredness. I also came up with a lot of stuff to ponder in my blog. Needless to say, I don't remember any of it. Maybe having a high temperature furthers my creative ability (which is nigh zilch to begin with). One time I had a bad fever and I recall laying in bed and coming up with an "involved plot" for a...dig this...romance. I remember thinking it could be a best seller and I must write it all down the next morning. The crazy part is romances are not exactly my specialty. I'm known to sneer at them in great disgust. The fever was clearly effecting me. Anyway, I can't remember the story at all now. I just know it took place on a ranch so I guess I can imagine it was a good idea.
What does indie (sp?) mean? I've stumbled across it twice in just this days adventures. I've heard indie films, indie rock, and people referring to themselves as indie. So I've finally decided to admit my ignorance to the world. Am I at all possibly an indie? How is indie rock different then normal rock? Does the term have anything to do with India (where I aim to visit one day, along with over three quarters of the other countries in the world)? I would much appreciate it if anyone cares to enlighten me.
The family has all gone away for a day trip, it being my Mom's b-day. Which means I get the house to myself again. I like it. I can sit on the computer in my p.j.s all morning if I so wish, without getting look-down-nose-at-little-computer-junkie looks. Also when I'm healthy I much appreciate being able to belt out Jennifer Knapp or Avril Lavigne or RS James or Rachel Lampa, or you get the idea. And eat when I'm hungry and practice my ukemi (breakfalls) without getting other weirded out looks. It comes with a great many advantages.
ailing cherrytomboy

Good morning.
Anyone who's been on here more then once (which is probably nobody) will have noticed that I'm changing it often. Like, very often. The process usually goes something like this. Open up template. Change the letters in whatever colour combo catches my eye and see what it changes when applied to the blog. If it's something I want to change then I'll go find a colour I like and replace it. Probably not the fastest way to do it but when I can't understand anything that's kinda the way I have to. I was going to change the whole template this morning since I wanted one with a sidebar on both sides but they didn't want to give me any like that so I guess I'm stuck with this one.
In other news, last night I felt a bit feverish (although I'm only a few degrees over this morning). I've started coughing too. Grrr. I'm not admitting I've got the bug yet though (which my whole family has been through). I'm hoping to be attending a judo comp next week I'd better stave it off.
If you want to make quality icecream out of cheap stuff here's how. Fill a cup with icecream (preferably choclate) and then add a very generous blob of peanut butter and mix it in. The texture improves considerably. I also dissolved some instant coffee in a very little bit of hot water and threw it in. Maybe I should patent that. But you can use it for free.
I have to get on with life. I've been way to busy as of late. Homework is calling (or homework is demanding my reluctant attention).
till later.
Kris

Alright, my lack of computer skills is no doubt showing. I have messed around with my minimal html skills and I think I've managed to add a list of things I like in the sidebar. Go me! Comment stuff is a bit too advanced at the moment which sucks because I want to know what you guys think. Oh well, those of you with me e-mail addy can e-mail me, (the rest of you can think I'm stupid to yourselves). I'm eating frozen banana and melted chocolate Easter bunny right now. I should be outside or studying instead of sitting in front of the computer. It's an exquisite day. Starting a blog takes time. Anyway, that's all I have to say right now. Hopefully it won't take too long until my posts are anything but experiments.
K
One more thing. My links arn't working so don't bother clicking them. They were experiments too (I didn't want google news in my sidebar). I also need ideas for links that are actually good...

I have no idea what I'm doing. Therefore any damage sustained in reading this blog cannot be blamed upon the author.
That said, yes, I'm starting a blog. The idea being that I can post stupid ideas and then let people read them so they can make fun of my. Sounds good eh? I am,
Kris,
Sister,
Friend,
Canadian,
Christian,
Homeschooler,
judoka,
Teen,
Tomboy (adding that since it's the name of my blog).
Like I said, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Now I shall post this and I have much more to say later if I can figure this out.
Kris/greentigeress/cherrytomboy