Carmel Mocha Frappuccino (or however you spell it)

Well, something hilarious just happened in Starbucks, after I published the last post. Some lady started drinking her drink and realized that it wasn't hers. The poor unfortunate who was its owner just stood by and watched. It had SEVEN squirts of vanilla. Is someone obsessed with vanilla here? I think so.

Cheers!
--Mary

Hello World!

There is nothing quite like sitting in a Starbucks and blogging (or, as they say in the United Kingdom, St. Arbucks :). No, we haven't died or anything that tragic, unless you can call excessive amounts of homework tragic. We just got busy. and then, busier :)

Well, we went to the orthodontist today for one final retainer fitting. I guess it must have been multiples day at the orthodontist because there was a set of eight-year-old triplets there when we arrived. The one other patient in the room who was NOT a twin or a triplet must have felt pretty alone and confused. I was confused myself.

So, in order to do some fun things in town, I'm sitting in Starbucks attempting to write on my novel, and failing miserably.

We haven't really gotten the hang of this blogging thing yet. My greatest connection to it is the little button attached to my toolbar in Firefox, which I rarely click on. Perhaps I will visit this lonely spot in the near future and cheer it up a bit...now there's a thought.

Cheers!
--Mary

Edith Piaf - Je ne regrette rien

:) (:

Video to the poem Mary posted

For those of you who are more visual, here's the video of the Taylor Mali poem that Mary posted...

I know I just posted something

but then I saw this video:

aren't they cute?
--M

We crack each other up

Laura and I have actually had several conversations about this video. Aren't they CUTE!!!! Like them, we crack each other up with jokes that no one else in the world understands.




Just a little something cute to brighten up your day and to keep you from thinking about...snow! :)
Cheers!
--Mary

P.S. Not EVERYTHING on this blog is going to be about twins...

I suppose I should relate the tale of how this blog was started. Ever since Laura and I got back from Europe a few months ago, we've missed the blogging world. The posts with neither be frequent nor long. The title of this blog is the definition of idioglossia, (a very fancy word that a friend pointed out to me). The language of twins (like those in the video) is a language only understood between them. Laura and I have a similar language, not made up of words, but of looks and non-verbal communication. We also tend to use the royal "we" a lot, sometimes even when our twin is not present (this created a few awkward situations). Now you've learned a new word (not like you'll ever use it) and discovered a cool blog as well. Ciao!

Totally, like whatever, you know?

Today was like, a really long day. So, I'm like posting um, like something really quick, you know.

--M

Totally like whatever, you know?
By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com

In case you hadn't noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you're talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you're saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)'s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren't, like, questions? You know?

Declarative sentences - so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not -
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don't think I'm uncool just because I've noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It's like what I've heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I'm just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?

What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally . . .
I mean absolutely . . . You know?
That we've just gotten to the point where it's just, like . . .
whatever!

And so actually our disarticulation . . . ness
is just a clever sort of . . . thing
to disguise the fact that we've become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since . . .
you know, a long, long time ago!

I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.

No, you're not seeing double...

Hello Blogging World!

Welcome to the blog of a set of twins. We are identical twins (technically mirror image twins, but I won't get into the biology of that right now) who love to write, play music, and hang out with friends. We may be twins, but we are both one of a kind.

It's going to be double the giggles, double the grins, and double the trouble with this set of twins. :)

Cheers!
--Mary