This Blog.

Perhaps I should not have made this blog. In fact, I think I merely made it because there were several stories that came to mind and blogging was in style for the time being. That being said, I think that I will most likely change the title of this blog and post other stories, probably more fiction, as well.

Honey or Sugar?

My mom had been teaching me about morals by using honey and vinegar. My sister (one year older than me) was watching as well.

"Here, take some honey. It's really tasty and sweet, right? Now take some vinegar. It's really gross and bitter. See, people like people who are sweet. But they don't like people who are bitter. So always be sweet and people will like you."

I understood and went out to play with my sister, Nell and my friend, Laura.

We were bouncing on a trampoline outside, when Nell insulted our jumping skills. Laura and I got mad at her and picked up some gravel nearby and threw it at her angrily. Obviously upset, she ran back into the house. (Yes, immaturity on both sides, I know)

Laura and I continued playing, undisturbed, until Nell came back.

"Nell! You're back! We're so sorry."

"Nah, it's alright guys. Let's have a drinking contest! I have some apple juice for you guys."

We sat down nearby and took the enormous glasses full of apple juice. She stood nearby, ready to be the judge for our contest.

"Ready... Set... Go!"

We gulped down the juice– then stopped.

It was vinegar! Nell had learned from my mother's lesson earlier that day and decided that Laura and I were bitter. She decided we deserved a good, large dose of vinegar.

"Bleh! Nell! That's SOOOO GROSSSS!!!!" We spat out the nasty substance and dropped the cups. Nell walked away slowly, laughing.

Well, that lesson on honey and vinegar became really ingrained in our minds, or at least in our stomachs, after that.

(P.S. Laura didn't eat anything with vinegar in it for five years after "the incident.")

Bowl or Bowel?

Many years ago (actually only about five), when I was seven or eight years old, my mom's cousin came to take care of me and my two sisters. She was a lot of fun and the four of us had a great weekend.

Somehow, I got the idea in my head that "bowl" should be pronounced differently. I made it my goal to convince my mom's cousin that indeed, "bowl" is pronounced "bowel." My reason? Well, "owl" is pronounced "owel," so why shouldn't bowl be the same way?

I made small booklets and presentations to give to my mom's cousin, though I never managed to convince her. When my parents came home, I proudly showed them my work and told them my reasoning. They didn't accept the idea either.

It wasn't until a few years later until I actually figured out what the word I was trying to change bowl to meant. Woops. That's awkward.

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A ran into a similar problem a year after that. My friends and I had constantly heard stories about Bloody Mary and were extremely scared of her.

When we wanted to compare the anecdotes we had heard that day from various people, we would be too spooked to actually say her name. Instead, we called her BM.

Again, I told my mother proudly of the nickname we had come up with. And that's when I found out what it meant. That's awkward.

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The last encounter I had with it was only a year ago. I was playing with another player on World of Warcraft so that we could help each other with quests (I'm sorry if you don't play the game. I'll try to elucidate all the geek-talk for you.).

Since we were both from the hunter class (we had pets and guns, but no magic; other classes could have magic, healing, heavy armor, etc), we ended up comparing our talents, or specialties for our class.

[Siophin] says: cool u have survival talent?

[mycharacter] says: ya

[mycharacter] says: lol u have BM?

WTF?! Why does this guy want to know about my poop? At this point, I had, in fact, figured out what the words and abbreviation usually meant.

[Siophin] says: umm what?

[mycharacter] says: beast mastery

[Siophin] says: oh, rite. ya

That's awkward.

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And that concludes my adventures with those two letters, that one word. That's awkward.

Welcome

Hello, I'm C-Saw.

I suddenly had these crazy idea as I was belly-bopping my sister and asking about her new blog, that maybe I could have a random blog too! So I started one. Book and Movie Reviews- I actually created it, and then as soon as I clicked the "Create Blog" button I realized that it was a really boring subject and one day I would just stop watching movies and reading books because I wouldn't want to write any more reviews. A couple years ago, my class made blogs. I bet you're wondering what mine is. Yes, it actually was reviews! How did you know? Very creative, aren't I?

So, I deleted it. Moving right along. But then I couldn't think of any ideas. Maybe I could write about my love of cats. Maybe that was a stupid idea. Maybe I could write about effective dog poo bags. Maybe nobody would like to read about that. And then later that day, I recounted a few stories that had happened one, two, and five years ago that all related to each other.

I thought to myself, OMG, this could be a BLOG!! And now there is this blog. Enjoy reading about my memories!

-C-Saw