Stairs are dangerous.

I hate my name, Olive, what kind of a name is it even? It's not like its short for anything its just Olive. I don't even like olives or the color olive green. But I guess I could have it worse, my name could be Helga or Bertha, but my parents wouldn't do that to me...right.

But anyway Matt and I had to watch Louie tonight since my parents had a date night and Fred is at a friends house. Matt automatically assigned me to put Louie to bed right after Mom and Dad left. Let me tell you sleep duty is not everyone's favorite but I secretly like it.  I feel like Louie and I have this connection that no one else has with him, it might have something to do with me being his only sister or sharing a room with him but I don't know. Anyway we watched some of Louie's kids shows then heated up some slices of pizza we found in the freezer for dinner. By then it was about 8:00, Louie's bed time so I took him upstairs, brushed his teeth, helped him into his PJ's then read him his favorite story but he fell asleep half way through it. 

Matt and I then watched America Ninja Warrior but I really don't like that show so I went to make some pop-corn. While I was making the pop-corn I got a call from Fred saying that he needed to be picked up since his friend's sister was rushed to the hospital because she had an allergic reaction to the cheese on the pizza she was eating. So I went down stairs to tell Matt and he drove over to the hospital to pick him up and I stayed back with Louie. 

Him rushing off to the hospital reminds me of when Fred and I were six and he thought it would be a great idea to jump from the top of the steps and see if he could fly down. Now Matt and I thought this was a really bad idea so I wasn't going to try but Fred was certain that he would be able to fly down. As you can probably tell this did not go well, he ended up with a fractured wrist. At the time dad was the only one home with us since he is a stay-at-home dad. He had no idea what was going on so when Fred fell I went and got him. Then he rushed us to the patient's first. And the only other thing I remember about that day was playing tic-tac-to with Matt in the car. 

It's an inside joke with our family now, whenever we see Fred on the steps we say "aren't you going to fly down?" its really funny because it gets on Fred's nerves every time but I don't think we will ever let it down. 

But that's all for now I hear my parents coming in the front door now and I don't want them to come up and see what I'm doing, remember this blog is a secret. 

-OLivExx

OLivE'S Dictionary-

Fred

[Fred]

noun

1. Weirdo twin brother who gets on my nerves and is just plain annoying. 

2. Literally the funniest person on the planet who's laugh is contagious. 

 

 

Hello Interwebs.

I had a Pop-tart for breakfast this morning, then I had another one a couple hours later. Mom says I'm going to turn into a Pop-tart, but I really don't eat them all that often, OK that's a lie, I have one like every day but they are just so good. 

This got of to a random start. But anyway I'm Olive, and this is my journal. I really don't know why I decided to start this, probably just because I'm bored. And I also don't plan on telling my parents about this blog, they will just get clingy and want to read every one of my posts and nag me about spelling and grammar.  I really just want this blog for my thoughts and feelings only. I'm not going to put my picture on here either just to keep it as secret as I can, but I will tell you this I have dark brown hair with blonde highlights, dark brown eyes, and freckles all over my face just like my twin, Fred. Its really weird, we are the only people in the family with freckles, everyone else is completely freckle-less. By everyone I mean my mom, dad, older brother Matt, and younger brother Louie. And I guess my dog, bae, too but I don't think it is possible for dogs to have freckles. 

Last night was family game night (I know we are so lame) and I definitely should have won Monopoly but since Louie is only four my parents let him cheat and win so he wouldn't throw a temper tantrum. Sometimes I seriously think my parents are scared of is capabilities. For example, every year for Christmas brake we go to our lake house Michigan with our grandparents and on the way there this past Christmas we stopped at the truck stop for some snacks (and so Fred wouldn't pee his pants) and Louie really wanted an ice cream but my parents wouldn't let him so he opened the ice-cream freezer and started taking out all of the ice-cream and throwing them all around the store. Yeah we were band from that stop...

People says that twins can like read each others minds or something like that and I can assure you that it is  NOT possible. We also played a Guess Who tournament last night (it's one of Louie's games). So when it was Fred and my turn to play against each other we tried to read each others minds about who our person was we were but of course it didn't work. But if it did I'm sure my parents were going to ship us off to some science lab to get tested on for psychic powers. 

But yeah that's my boring life right now, cheating brothers and not having psychic powers. So I'll catch you tomorrow, bye.

-OLivExx

OLivE'S Dictionary-

Louie

[Loo-ee] 

noun

1. annoying younger brother with an awful temper and usually gets what ever he want, when ever he wants it.

2. the most adorable little brother with the curliest, softest light brown hair and bright blue eyes.