Happy Thursday. Again, I’ve decided to skip posting today. There’s something about getting to Thursday that I’m just pooped and need a break before tackling that big Friday cliffhanger blogisode. Did you all start our new story, One Day More? Get caught up, because blogisode two is hitting the airways tomorrow. Until then, I have my pinch hitter, Ms. Charlotte Meffe, who jumped at the chance to blog again. I have no idea what she is going to write about, but I deny anything she might say about me and I do not approve any photos. Here’s Charlotte!
Hi everyone! We are going down memory lane… this blog is brought to you by the game, “The Settlers of Catan” which I am playing now with my father who is sick. (All together now… awwww) Have you heard of the game? No? Any hands? Really? The BEST GAME IN THE WORLD?? Look it up. It seems complicated at first, but it’s really easy when you get to know it and beat your father.
Moving on! My mom wanted me to talk about high schools, (blah blah boring, blah blah blah maybe not to you, but to me… 100%) I’m not going to talk about that. Lets go on a mini vacation to North Carolina!
Not this summer, but the summer before that, we went to the North Carolina Shore! We wanted to go as a family vacation (which is hard to do with auditions and school and everything else in life) and meet up with friends along the way. The first thing I saw, we were across the street from a mini theme park. With go-carts and a golf course and a train thing. The next thing I saw was a house infested by ants. And then… (the shore?) a puking baby! Yes, Beatrix, age 2, was having a famous 103 high temperature on a vacation. We were stuck in the house for a few days, but we made the most out of it. We made big trips to Ben and Jerry’s and when I could drag my dad to the shore, we went and had a blast.
(My mother is rolling her eyes at me)
Did we all know my mother’s fear of sharks? Yes. She won’t even get into a stream or a fresh water pond. Because of sharks. WOW.
When Beatrix was finally starting to get better, daddy fell down with the bug. So, we have now: a sick 2 year old, a sick father, a shark phobia mother and a bored 12 year old. I did everything I could and it was still fun! But after a while the beach, tv and eating everyday got to me. So, the last day of our stay in North Carolina, my mother sent me across the street with a free all day pass. With Go-carts. I was soo ready to kick a guy’s
butt at go-carts. And I did. About 100 times. And then a happy, sick, content family goes back to the NYC.
Tomorrow is the second blog post! I have never heard this story and for once, I’M NOT IN IT! Happy and sad.
See you tomorrow!
( To read the next blogisode in “One Day More” go here)