From ever failing to never failing

So you know how i basically never win at monopoly against Danny? Yeah. Well so far the record is 3 to 2. 3 being me! I now have started a winning STREAK of two. Life is good for Lindsey Diane Clark. Yup. Life is good.

Clarifications

If you got a Christmas newsletter from my family, my blog name was beside my name. Whether or not that is why you are actually reading this, is not my problem.

But, i have some clarifications to make for my section of the newsletter.

My section is always the smallest and most untrue.

Thank goodness for this blog or i'd have no idea what to do.

It said i sold italian sodas for income!

I certainly did not. It was only for fun.

It also said i played volleyball on JV.

We did not need to say JV on behalf of my dignity.

Not that i'm a person with low self-esteem,

But come on people! We all can dream!

And now, my friends I will re-write my section of the letter,

And with absolutely no flaws or betters.

Bear with me people, as i'm trying to rhyme.

Obviously I've got too much spare time.

Lindsey Diane is amazing.

She has lots of friends and a dog that loves grazing.

Her sister got married so she and leah made italian sodas for the reception.

Not for sale of course, because she had no exception.

She also played volleyball, (and is not a gymnist)

How many games they won is none of your business.

She improved so much, in fact her window couldn't take it.

She served the ball so hard that she really did break it.

Lindsey is now in high school, and with that, comes seminary.

It is so hard that she wants to sing like a canary,

"Waking up this early sucks!

It makes me feel like a dying duck!"

Not that seminary is bad, come on! It's good for the soul!

It's just that being up that early makes her want to mold.

But somehow she'll make it. Dead or alive.

Eighty percent, not thirty-five.

Other than that, her life is great!

She's got an awesome family, and lots on her plate.

We all have struggles, big or small.

Seminary is big. and she is tall. (5'7" to be exact!)

VICTORY!

I finally beat my brother Danny at monopoly. And this time it was actually real. You have no idea how many times i have played monopoly with him. Whatever that uncountable number is, that's how many times i have lost. But this game was different. I WON!! I had a great time rubbing in my win. I even made (or attempted to make) myself a nice big pancake in the shape of a W for winner. I offered one to Danny in the shape of an L (for loser of course!), but he said no. Oh well!

And I'm pretty sure the new piece had something to do with my win. Never play as the dog. It's definently a dud.

This made me laugh soo hard

I know this is waayyy immature but... that's just me :)

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Pancakes

Lately, in his old age, my cat Spooky has been jumping up onto our table. Not while we're eating of course though. He just likes to get up there and take a nap, which is unacceptable.

So after returning from a run, i layed down on the floor and started watching some TV. I heard a little plop. I went into the kitchen and, sure enough, he was on the table. He looked at me as I was walking towards him all innocent. Then i looked on the table. My mom left two pancakes from breakfast on a plate for anyone to eat like usual. Apparently Spooky thought he applied to that or something, cause one of the pancakes had a chunk missing out of it. So I picked him up and put him outside with some CAT food.

A few hours later i was sitting in the family room with my mom and we were sorting hotel shampoos and stuff for hygene kits. Then my dad walked in and sat on the couch with a pancake in his hand. "Uhh... dad?" "yeah?" "did that pancake have a chunk out of it?" "yeah." Oh dear. I guess I forgot to throw it away. I started to laugh. Then i guess my mom figured it out and started laughing too. "What are you guys laughing about?" "nothing." Then I guess he figured it out. "Did the cat eat it?" "HAHA! yes." Then he chuckled and started eating it again. "Uh dad? Why are you still eating it?" "Well I already ate that one." oops.

Where's my Pillow?

I just thought of another story to post that happened during girls camp :)

Our ward's theme this year was army medics and our color was camoflague green, so we made little camo pillows with handles to bring and sit on at firebowl. My friend Courtney slept in mine and Emily's tent on the last two days of the camp week, but she left her bags and clothes and stuff in her tent. On the last day of camp when we were cleaning up the campground, Courtney realized that she took my camo pillow to her tent. So she yelled, "LINDSEY!! COME GET YOUR PILLOW!" So i started walking over to get it and then i heard something land in the bushes. Great. I went over to her tent and asked her where the pillow was.

"I threw it to your tent" thought so.

"well it's in the bushes"

"oh. oops."

"yeah"

The bushes were really tall and i didn't really want to go INTO them to get a pillow that i probably wouldn't ever use again. Plus, it was camo. So nobody will notice the non nature i left there.

So for all you Boy Scouts out there, if you find a pillow at Camp Hohobas, sorry, that's mine.

well. uhh... here you go

So I haven't actually publicly displayed a picture of the window that i broke. And as you know, i have recently been told that i need to put more pictures on this thing. So i thought, perfect! So here's the window in it's current state:

So right after i broke the window, i told Dad that i'd fix it up and it'd look like nothing happened to it... and as you can see, that didn't work out too well.

Itchy Scratchy

Man. Ok so today i got back from Youth Conference for my ward. It was super fun! But oh my gosh. You have no idea how many mosquito bites i have on just my hands and my hands alone! My current count for mosquito bites on my left hand is 10, right hand is 9and i still have like five or so on my legs. ick. Let's just put it this way: i hate all bugs. HATE.
But, one of the really fun parts of youth conference was last night. So me and one of my friends went outside to brush our teeth and wash our faces and stuff. Then, we saw some guys playing volleyball or something. So we went over to watch and found out that they were probably doing the stupidest, but funniest things i've ever seen. They were spinning really fast (it was pitch black out) and then they'd stop and people would shine a flashlight on them. They were like stunned by it so they'd just fall down! It was insanely funny! And right when i finally told them I'd do it after like ten minutes of begging, one of our leaders came up and was like, "Um, as of fifteen minutes ago, you guys were supposed to be in your a-frames. So that means... NOW." yikes! So we were hurrying and i was gonna do it and i said, "wait, but Sterling's out here and he's a leader! So we'll be in our a-frames in just a minute." Then, she said, "No. Sterling's just a cook." "Ouch" i said. Then she was like, "Come on you guys. You need to get into bed." So we said okay and went to bed. And i never got to spin! Darn. Oh well.
Oh. And this morning for clean up, Me and my friends had to clean the bathroom. eew.

For Garrett

I have been told that I need to add more pictures to my blog. So here you go :)

girls camp

So this past week i was at girls camp. It was a blast! here's one little minor story: (more will probably come to me later)

Ok. So at camp we have these things called sessions. They are just things where you go to one place (like the rifle range) and stay there for like an hour learning how to do the stuff and everything. Well, me and my friend emily went to waterfront on like, the most perfect day. It was three in a canoe unless there wasn't anyone else who wanted to go. So me and Emily got in a canoe and had to have some other girl, who i forgot her name, in our canoe. We were perfectly fine with this though.

So we were in the canoe and she was akward like, the whole time. I could tell she was scared and i kept assuring her that me and Emily would not tip the canoe over. But she wanted to get out. So we pulled up to shore and she decided to hop out the side onto the dock. She was a bit larger if you know what i mean, and she didn't keep all her weight in the middle of the canoe. She leaned onto the dock and i was holding on for dear life and the water was like right on the edge of the canoe! I screamed and yelled HURRY UP AND GET OUT!!! then she got all the way out and the canoe was moving all over the place. And the worst part, she didn't even say sorry! that's the last time i'm letting a dumb first year into my canoe.

what to say...?

I haven't really posted anything lateley. Well, for like a whole month. But i have nothing to say... accept this: you have to be with a friend to do this. Grab a bowl of grapes and try to stuff one or two in your upper lip, and hold it there long enough for your friend to take a picture... all while trying not to laugh! HAHA! It's almost impossible! TRY IT

wow.

would you look at that. the remix is STILL going. (note the time this was posted at)

REEEMIX!

I am definitely not a fan of remixes. They annoy me, and lately, 106.1 has been playing a LOT of remixes. There is one on right now and it has been going on for HOURS! It's pretty much every song imagined put into one. I despise you KISS 106.1. so far i have listened for about 15 minutes and i have heard:

Come Closer
Day 'n Night
If You Seek Amy
Too Late to 'pologize
The Way I Are
some song i don't know
and some other song i don't know

that's at least seven. and they all sound like they're coming out of a TIN CAN!!!

In a pickle

No volleyball is boring.

Lost... AGAIN

For my school volleyball team, we had our last game of the season today. We were all hoping that we might win this one, but, no luck (and for some on the team, no skill) Coach Graddon actually got smart and decided that we could find good teams on our own because we know who works good with who. So we did that and we were doing super good at practice on Friday but couldn't pull it off in the game. I myself did pretty good. I had good passes, but most of the time the next person to hit it couldn't get it over the net. Like i said before, no skill. So i had practiced serving my volleyball at home, (you know the story) and had been serving really good ever since. I got to serve in this game and boy i nailed it! It was probably my best serve of the season. It had lots of power behind it and i hit it in a great spot! but you see, Sac is like, super good at everything. So of course they returned it and my team isn't always good at knowing what to do after that. So it dropped to the ground right after that. I thought i could save the game with my power serves. nope. So long spotlight.

Hmm

I just realized that in this blog, i really am not thinking "out loud" it's still silent since i'm typing.

Oh well.

feelin' good

Ok. So today i had an interview with the bishop to be a miamaid.  We just chatted a bit and he mentioned how me and my friend Leah had a hot chocolate and apple cider stand on halloween. Then he mentioned that he has seen this on my porch before:

You see, i used to leave a box of chalk on my porch for my neighbors to play with so they wouldn't have to play with me or Leah. But that didn't really work. So i took it off my porch. (But of course the bishop dosen't know that) So he started talking about how i was always doing service and not expecting anything even when i didn't know it. So that made me feel good.

Off to a Bad Start.

well, today was... interesting. We had a volleyball game and (of course) we lost. Again. So i didn't even get to serve. But lately i haven't been doing that good at serving and my coach is stupid and doesn't teach us how to improve. So i came up with this absolutely brilliant idea. I would practice serving my volleyball on the roof of the garage so it would either go over or roll back to me. This way, i could focus on getting my serves up. So i had one bad serve and of course it hit the side garage window. Ouch. The top of the window shattered and made this horrible noise. I was sure dad heard so i had to go tell him before he got mad and came outside. I put on my innocent face and told him i kinda broke the garage window. But the good news was that it didn't break all the way through! It just broke the first pane. So he actually handled it pretty well. He went outside and just told me to pick up the glass. So i did. I came inside and got some Saran wrap and packaging tape. Time to test out my handy skills. All I can say is, it doesn't look horrible.  I would get a picture but it's dark and I'm scared of raccoons. But DO NOT, under any circumstances, tell my mom.