Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Ben

6/19/09 (I should have made this blog entry earlier, but I never got around to it)
Did I mention that I'm one of ten guests at my grandma's house? Let's see, there's my 26-year old cousin Muriel, her boyfriend Nick, my 8-year old cousin Ben, my mom, dad, and sister (Ruth), Ben's parents (Aunt Lora and Uncle Tom), Aunt Liz (Muriel's mom), and Me. 11 guests if you count Uncle Craig, who doesn't sleep at Grandma's house. Nick, Muriel, and Aunt Liz sleep in the basement, Ben sleeps in the studio (Grandma's an artist), Mom and Dad sleep in the front room upstairs, Ruth sleeps in the attic on a cool day, and on a hot day waits for Ben to fall asleep in the hallway and then sleeps in the studio. (Ben says I'M BOERD loudly until he falls asleep, preferably with the light on.) Aunt Lora and Uncle Tom sleep in the guest bedroom (Lucky!), and I sleep in Grandma's bedroom. It is a very lively house. My cousin Ben, as I mentioned eirlier, is only 8 years old, but he's already even more of a nerd than me in some ways. Right when Ben got here he told us that he figured out the fibinocci numbers in base 8. (Don't ask me to explain the fibonacci numbers to you) Then he went upstairs to "Check out the book situation". He sounded just like his dad when he said that. He can also be annoying at times. If you interrupt him in one of his "speeches", he jumps up and down screaming EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME I'M TRYING TO TALK TO YOU!! It seems like he can't raise his voice without yelling. He's a nice kid, though. He really likes playing a game we call "Weakneses" in the basement. I got the idea for it when we found to old broken phones in the basement, the kind with the spinning dials. The game had lots of levels, and on each level Ben had to deafeat an evil Andy. The evil Andy would always had a weakness, and Ben could dial "operator" to get hints on what the weakness was. Then, useing that weakness, Ben would try to deafeat me. For example, on one level Andy's weakness was that he loved Ice Cream, so Ben put a small beach ball on top of a cup and gave it to me. I pretended to think it was Ice Cream, so while I was distracted, Ben hit me on the head and deafeated me.

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