No, I didn't die last night.

I know you were very glad to read that title. I'm very glad to be able to type that title.

Anyway, the tsunami passed almost invisibly last night. That few inches of water man....

I'm just running with the theory that Canada wants to destroy us, but it's being passive-agressive about it, so it gave us a decidedly minor tsunami. Just to show us it could.

So how was my night? Well, just to point out a few things.

I am the only one in my house to sleep on the ground floor. Which means that I had to move upstairs, and camp up there the whole night. Normally, this would not be such a bad thing. I have no problem with sleeping on a floor. If my carpet were softer, I might actually make a regular habit out of that while lying on the floor doing my homework.

But for some reason, sleeping on the floor last night in my little sisters' room... was an experience.

It's been a while since I've slept with children. I've enjoyed it.
Then last night my baby sister greeting me trying to go to sleep with her waving her flashlight in my face.
Whatever. I can deal with that. I told her that if she didn't stop, I would take away her flashlight.
It turned off, and I feel asleep just fine.
Then, I got to try and sleep on the floor. Which was being particularly hard and flat and not comfortable. My neck didn't like it at all.
Then, dawn comes. How do I know it came, you ask?
Well, first, living in Hawaii, you can't ignore the sun coming up unless you either don't have windows or have curtains that block all light.
Not to mention I opened my eyes and found my baby sister leaning over the edge of the bed, staring at me.
Just staring.
I tried to do a quirky eyebrow thing at her, scare her off staring at me, but due to an unfortunate genetic mix, I'm incapable of raising only one eyebrow at a time. Not for lack of trying.
After our weird little stare-off in the bright light of 6 am, she got out of bed.
Neatly stepping on my face.
Now, I'm not saying it was deliberate. But I've seen bulls run more gracefully through a china shop than my baby sister attempted to not step on my face.
My face notwithstanding, she left the room to rampage downstairs and stuff.
I went back to sleep, attempting to recover my face from being stepped on.

That was my night. Also the only night in recent history I went to bed before 11 pm. That clearly means I can stay up past 1 am this morning. Right? (Wrong, Carina. You still have to function tomorrow.)

That's really it. A tsunami sort of came and my sister stepped on my face and everyone's good. I'm definitely not a zombie telling people I'm okay in an obvious attempt to lure people to the island so all of us who died and turned into zombies can eat your BRAINZZZ.

Not at all. :)

TSUNAMI POSTING!

Ok, that title gave this tsunami probably far more urgency and worry to all you who just read it than it hopefully deserves.

But yeah. Canada apparently decided to have an earthquake, which then got the ocean so mad that it decided it wanted to send waves of anger out towards my beautiful Hawaii.

Might I just say, not cool. Not cool at all.

Anyway, living out of the floodzone, I'm actually just ensconced in a little corner of my parent's room upstairs, where almost my entire family has gathered, except for those children who are asleep in their beds.

So, for all my family and friends reading this... yeah, we're safe. So far. But it shouldn't be that big, so barring an unforeseen huge wave, we'll survive.

This is what we do in a tsunami.

Get all the stuff we think we might possibly need and want to survive a possible flood. Except for the piano, because unfortunately there is no way to bring that upstairs.

Gather in our parent's room.

Convince the little children that we're not going to die.

I must fight the urge to run around screaming "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE IT'S A TSUNAMI ERMAGERSH."

Text all my loved ones.

Check all my social networking sites.

Eat food.

PARTAY TILL THE WAVE HITS OH YEAH.
(which it hasn't yet)

Find something ridiculous to argue about with my brothers.
"This is an intimate gathering."
"No, I definitely feel like this is more of a party."
"Intimate gathering."
"PARTAY."
"INTIMATE GATHERING."
"THIS IS A PARTAY BECAUSE I JUST TURNED ON THE PIANO GUYS AND SO THERE."

Write a blog post about this tsunami.

Then wait. Wait wait wait wait wait for this wave to come. Hey, ten minutes left. It'll all be good.

I love all of you.

Chapters of My Cookbook

Hello! It's been a while. I missed you guys.

Anyway, while I was doing my English 201 homework the other day (which involved reading a book, shockingly enough) I looked down at my bookmark and was relatively surprised at what it was.

It was a doodle(ish) from one Sunday during Relief Society in June. My mother and I had been trying to figure out a Father's Day present for my father, and we got excited and started coming up with chapter titles, which I then wrote down. (which is just another example of why me and scrap pieces of paper don't work well together if you want my full attention).

Anyway, most of them are amusing, and they tell funny stories about my family's eating habits. Bon appetit!

The Aldrich Family Cookbook.

Chapter 1: I Don't Know.
because sometimes you just don't know what's for dinner.

Chapter 2: Shut Up and Eat It (and you'll like it).
Classic Southern traditions.

Chapter 3: But of course You'll Like It! It's Your Favorite!
It was that child's favorite. Up until 3 seconds ago, when they saw they actually had to eat it.

Chapter 4: Anything But _________.
All the recipes will have bacon. Because everyone loves bacon.

Chapter 5: Where's a House-elf When You Need One?
sometimes I hate being a Muggle.

Chapter 6: I Am Not a Short-Order Cook!
except when we are.

Chapter 7: Go Ask Your Father.
alternate answer to chapter 1.

Chapter 8: Rice: The Saga.
no, but seriously. how much rice can one boy fit in his 5 year old body?

Chapter 9: That Would Be Great. Too Bad It's Frozen.
for rejecting suggestions made in chapter 1.

Chapter 10: "Breakfast for Dinner!" "Yayyy!" "Noooooooooo!"
oddly enough, only I and my father scream no.

Chapter 11: "Here. Let Me Help You." ~Dad.
he knows when you're in his kitchen. always. and he can't stop himself if he fears you're creating a culinary disaster.

Chapter 12: Alton Brown and the Dream of a Perfect Kitchen.
curse Good Eats. and unitaskers.