Ice cream and Pandora on a foggy Saturday afternoon. Yep, I'm a happy camper.
So I thought this would be the opportune moment to do a blogger update. Here's a picture of Isabelle's birthday cake. She turned fourteen last Sunday, and since the cake we got at Walmart the night before was rather plain looking aside from a Mickey and Pluto in an airplane figurine, I secretly made some alterations of my own...
Yep, that's Percy Jackson inspired: Camp Half-Blood orange icing, the Poseidon trident-thingie, and my sister's name in Greek (thank you Google translate). I am proud to say that Isabelle was quite pleased.
And speaking of Percy Jackson, I've recently read the two Heroes of Olympus books, and they were really fun. The Son of Neptune was especially great. Now I am quite impatient for this fall to bring me The Mark of Athena, book three in the series. So I've started The Kane Chronicles, at the recommendation of my sisters, to tide me over. Finished the Red Pyramid this morning, and shall shortly begin The Throne of Fire. But in my opinion, there's no beating Percy Jackson when it comes to mythology.
I've been learning Spanish lately, which is quite fun, even though I'm not very fluent in conversation yet. I had an lol moment the other day when the computer woman I was conversing with said, "Nuria es tonto" and then later, "Los hijos de mi vecino son feos." That's "Nuria is stupid" and "My neighbor's children are ugly." I guess my Spanish program doesn't teach manners. I figured out on my own that right now, this is probably the best thing for me to say to a Spanish-speaking person: "Mi espaƱol es mal." My Spanish is bad. But hopefully, not for long.
And here I sign out. Love to ya, mi amigas!