I went to the movies last Friday to watch Ramona and Beezus. I remember reading the first Beverly Cleary book Beezus and Ramona. The book always made me laugh out loud and the movie did the same. I think I really enjoyed the book simply because it felt like my life in a book. I was the eldest in my family with a younger troublesome sister. Like Ramona, my sister would always get into all sorts of trouble!Whether it be cutting her own hair, putting body lotion on the mirror in my mother’s room and taking loads of toilet paper to clean up the crime scene, or any other fiasco’s she had created, like Ramona my sister had a great imagination. I would play the role of Beezus, always being annoyed by my younger sister and embarrassed by all her shenanigans. Time and time again I would be reminded that she was my only sister, who else do I have? My sister is no longer a hyperactive four year old, she’s grown up a lot…thank goodness. Watching the film brought back old memories ,and watching it with my now mature younger sister made it even more special.


Ok, so I’m at work today, and I’m thinking I’m kinda tired…a little bored, and a whole lot of wanting to do something – but what??!?!?!!




