The best doctor in the world is the veterinarian. He can't ask his patients what is the matter-he's got to just know. - Will Rogers

This quote makes me wonder if the reason that vets are so great is becaue animals don't have as many sicknesses. Or do they? Hmm.... they certainly have different personalities!

Watermellon

I finally picked the biggest watermellon in my garden. For how much work I put into getting them to grow its pretty sad that I haven't eaten much watermellon... but last night I proudly picked and weighed and measured my watermellon. 28 pounds, 19 inches. And its GOOD! I've been scooping out the watermollon and taking out the seeds to make it easier to eat, then I shall gorge myself. After trying to get rid of some by giving it away to other people. hehe. Russ seems pretty pleased with the deal.

Boy, I sure feel smart

I got an exam back today (actually two) and my teacher's coments made me feel realy smart on this one question.

I have open book tests, and my schooling is by corospondance. Well, I read what my study guide said about this poem intitled FOG

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent hunches
and then moves on.

Problem on the Exam:Discuss the poetic elements Carl Sandburg used in "Fog" and the way these elements enhance the poem's meaning.

Answer:
Sandburg used one image in "Fog", and that was the image of a cat, which is quiet when it walks on padded feat, as fog is when it slips in around us unaware at first. And then the fog sits "on silent hunches" like a cat. This enhances the readers understanding of the poem's meaning. The tone of the poem is quiet and the diction is simple and easy to understand. Sandburg uses short words in the first stanza which can be read quickly. The next stanza he uses longer words, which causes the reader to slow down, as a fog makes everything seem slow when it is sitting there.

Teacher's coments: Some good observations


What cracks me up, is my answer is all from the study guide, only rephrased, put in a different order, and so on. Yeah... good observations? I may have expounded on what the study guid said a little... but that's pretty much what it siad. haha. And that poem is so dinky!!!

It is no good to put a temptation in front of another person. It doesn't help them out and it doesn't help you out. Take this quote for instance:

A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation to the editor.
- Ring Lardner


hahahaaha!!!! Sorry, I just thought it was hilarious. And all the blank space on the last psot was bugging me... although I've tried 3 times to get rid of it. :-P

Algae

week 3

Week 2

Phosphate, algae and water mixtre close up of week 2

Ok, they're in reversed order. These first two are week 1 and then after that week 2 will be on top then week 3.

And, for fear of uplaoding pictures and having them dissapear when I try to get it to work...

Week 1 water and algae, and phosphate, water and algae

Week 2 water and algae, and phosphate, water and algae

Week 3 water and algae, and phosphate, water and algae

Every week you could read through the water algae, every week you could not read through the phosphate algae.

The weekend is upon us... and somehow no one in my family remembers I'm not quizzing at this quiz meet, and that Matthew is NOT coaching. I can just imagine how well it would go over all the quizzers.. especially in the top 15. "Smile! Look pretty! Ok... jump when you know it, yeah, that's a good idea and..." "Matthew, I'm trying to make it to internatioanls, now coach me!" "ok, you look pretty, and you look pretty..." *all the coaches are ready to kill matthew*

*shakes head* I'm going to enjoy watching this districts, soooo glad Im not quizzing. hehe.

And umm... nothing more interesting to type up for you guys. So bye.

I feel...

I feel so safe, secure... and... amused?

First off. The other day I was walking through shipping and saw SIX, and when I mean six, I mean SIX, count them, one, two, thre, four, five, six!!! Two, four, six!! I was stuck in shock and just stood there counting them... and wondered how afraid I should be. Right next to the door were SIX fire extinguishers. Knowing that there must be a reason for that, and seeing they were in the shipping department, I decided the shipping department must be a real fire hazzord lately and I requested to be permanently moved to the office. (actually I am kidding. There were six fire extinguishers there... but probably for a differetn reason. ... ... .... I hope.... ... ... Maybe I'll ask about it after all.)

So then today I walked in on an office discussion. Cindy was saying, "I'd rather be in a ditch when it comes rather than be blown to bits." And Jasson was saying, "is the gym made out of the same material as the shop?" and Cindy was saying, "I still say I'd rather not be in the shop." And I was saying, "Wow. I seem to have come in on a very interesting discussion." So Cindy filled me in. "Mary Beth, if there were a tornado coming... where would you go?" And I promply replied, "I'd go to the basment at the house." And they were all eager and excited hearing our house had a basment and decided that if there was a tornado the whole shop would probably follow me over.

Which brought back lovely memories of the fire. *contented sigh* It was so much fun as a kid to have the whole shop in the basment... of course they were calling customers up telling them that we had a fire and their orderes couldn't be processed quickly, and if they didn't want to wait that we'd understand and give them names of other compnaies which could possibly help them. Oddly enough.. even though the fire destroyed basically everything of the old shop, and my parent's first house on this land which was turned into an office... I only have pleasent memories of the experiance.

I feel...

I feel so safe, secure... and... amused?

First off. The other day I was walking through shipping and saw SIX, and when I mean six, I mean SIX, count them, one, two, thre, four, five, six!!! Two, four, six!! I was stuck in shock and just stood there counting them... and wondered how afraid I should be. Right next to the door were SIX fire extinguishers. Knowing that there must be a reason for that, and seeing they were in the shipping department, I decided the shipping department must be a real fire hazzord lately and I requested to be permanently moved to the office. (actually I am kidding. There were six fire extinguishers there... but probably for a differetn reason. ... ... .... I hope.... ... ... Maybe I'll ask about it after all.)

So then today I walked in on an office discussion. Cindy was saying, "I'd rather be in a ditch when it comes rather than be blown to bits." And Jasson was saying, "is the gym made out of the same material as the shop?" and Cindy was saying, "I still say I'd rather not be in the shop." And I was saying, "Wow. I seem to have come in on a very interesting discussion." So Cindy filled me in. "Mary Beth, if there were a tornado coming... where would you go?" And I promply replied, "I'd go to the basment at the house." And they were all eager and excited hearing our house had a basment and decided that if there was a tornado the whole shop would probably follow me over.

Which brought back lovely memories of the fire. *contented sigh* It was so much fun as a kid to have the whole shop in the basment... of course they were calling customers up telling them that we had a fire and their orderes couldn't be processed quickly, and if they didn't want to wait that we'd understand and give them names of other compnaies which could possibly help them. Oddly enough.. even though the fire destroyed basically everything of the old shop, and my parent's first house on this land which was turned into an office... I only have pleasent memories of the experiance.

YAY

AJ IS BACK!!!!!!!! YAY!!! Its been too long. Far too long. But I believe we're all still alive...

Matthew's g-friend's brother completely wiped Matthew in basically any type of sport/competition. Even racketball which he just learned! As soon as Matthew explained the rules he was killing him. It was quite amusing to watch. (yes, I delight in someone being able to beat my brother. I'm such a kind sister. But its only because he's gotten a big head lately which drives me insane! :-P ) So anyway.... yeah. Interesting weekend. Mike got to hear about Elizabeth's "boy friends" apparently... a rock and a stick.

And my high achievement for the weekend.... I BEAT LIZZY IN FOOSBALL!!!! Now to understand the significance of that... you have to realize how competitive lizzy is. Once she takes on something... she will become the best at it. And she wont really play anyone or preform until and unless she's the best. So for little ol' me to be able to beat here... at something she became the best at a few years ago... was quite satisfying to my ego. Also her refusal to play me in air hokey which she totally trounced everyone who dared play her. Course... Mike saw it fit to trounce me.... :-P but it was so hilarious to watch him in pain because he kept getting his fingers on the hokey table and the put would come wizzing across and wham into his fingers... quite painful I'm sure. Eventually near the end' he'd be leaning over the table in deep concentration wtih one hand behind his back so he wouldn't get hurt! hahaha!

anyway... besides sounding quite mean right now... the weekend was pretty good. And to top everything off... AJ IS BACK!

And on top of that....

I GET TO MEET SPENCER NEXT MONTH! :-D Course... I'm going to be dog tired afterwards... but that's normal. hehe.

Happy AJ? I updated.

I think Blogspot has sort of died without AJ on....

Announcment!

I am soooo excited!!!! I can no longer contain it.

My darling brother, Matthew, is courting. YAYAYYAYYAYAAYYAAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lucky (or not so lucky jk) girl is Mishaela... she's WONDERFUL! Here's a picture... and since there are so many people I circled Matthew and Mishaela.

The people in the picture are *back row* Jonathan, Grandpa, Grammy, Becky, Nathan (shay's brother) Matthew

*front row* Elizabeth, Mishaela, Me

Matthew and Mishaela started courting officially Tuesday of this week.



The next day my grandmother was taken to the hospital because she's sick, and was having dificulty breathing. So they have put her on oxygen.

So this week has been exciting... and... eventful.

btw, spencer, this is the same post as on my xanga.

In honor of Valentines Day

While I was in Africa, I forgot to mention something… one of my friends Jonathan, realized I was becoming rather close to… Johnny. John Toiletface. I've been giving it a lot of thought lately... I've even gone to the task of making a list weighing the pro's and con's about having Johnny as my boyfriend. I might as well give you the list... if you have any insightful thoughts on what I should do... I will bring them into consideration. But pretty much I'm at the point where its time to move on... he's just... well... not my type (wonder if that has anything to do with our different make up and all). And besides, we can never seem to see eye to eye on things. I mean he's great and all! Don't get me wrong! He's supportive, always, always ready to share in my burdens, it's basically his soul purpose in life! Me and everyone he comes into contact with. He listens without complaint, and without interrupting, lets you put your whole idea out without interrupting you ONCE! Only problem is he never gives you feed back, weather he likes your idea or not, if he cares or not... sheesh! You can't even tell if he's listening, ignoring you or sleeping! Spencer and I were talking about this earlier... seems like he were agreeing with me about my decision. Not too wise to be in a serious relationship someone whose friends collect shrews and capture them until they die without giving them anything to eat or drink. And someone with such... ummm... interesting eating habits. Oh of course on the positive side, he isn't a picky eater! Which is a good thing... well... except for the fact he cannot for some reason or other, distinguish between healthy and unhealthy! Then he gets this awful indigestion, and boy is that a mess to clean up! He's got awful hygiene. Doesn't even know how to brush his teeth or bathe!!! The only way to get him clean is to wash him yourself! And speaking of washing him, he needs his mouth washed out with soap regularly... or else he can get rather.. umm... unpleasant. But he never complains when you do it! Its amazing! I know if I was having my mouth washed out with soap you'd hear a sound or two of complaint from me! Probably also have to wrestle me to the ground... but he just sits there, content as always. (Or is he grumbling? I can never tell, his facial expressions are impossible to read!) I was talking with Matthew and Dad about this, since its such an important decision... *sigh* Matthew pointed out that he never yells at you. I don't know that I should be talking to you about this, but doesn't it seem like he can't function properly without those buddies of his. He just seems... really needy. And since we're talking about him like this, he can be rather cold at times…and he seems to spend an awful lot of time in the bathroom... you don't suppose that he has urine trouble do you??? Not that its particularly important... anyway, moving on... He's great. Really truly he is. He never puts you down, but on the other hand he never encourages you. Although he can take a lot in without it upsetting him... he just takes in tons and tons... but when it reaches overflowing point... oooo, you'd better watch out! Cause its going to be ONE BIG STINKY MESS!!!! He never complains, never insults you, never purposely hurts you, never gets even... he's reliable and dependable! But then again, he never smiles, never laughs at your jokes, forget laughing at your jokes, he never makes jokes himself! And even if he does, they're really rather... ummm... I believe its called "Bathroom humor". *shudders* He never compliments you, never teases you, never jokes around with you... and boy, I don't know how I'd be able to survive dating someone like that long term. No way! Gotta at least have enough sense to laugh!!! And then Johnny somehow manages to be a real people person, although you have to go hunt him down in his little corner of the house. He really doesn't get out much now does he? *sigh* But then again, you do always know where he is. I just can't believe how he can be such a people person and such a... well... he never shares his thoughts, he acts without thinking, he's oblivious to what goes on around him, he even sees other women! He's really smooth and slick, so I can't blame them for flocking over him... but... just imagine what would happen if he became a real hottie!! That would be AWFUL! He's really stuck in his ways, never learns anything new! He can't even give a decent back massage! Its nuts! I can't believe the lack of skill on his part. I showed my mom my list, seeing if she had any insightful wisdom to add. She asked me if I liked a guy with facial hair... I said, "MOM! He doesn't have ANY hair!" She asked if I under stood his inner workings, and I had to confess that I didn't. He does seem rather stressed to me, his face is so white... so unchanging. He's not expressive, he's cold and unfeeling. Mom asked me if I could live without him, and the answer was "Yes!" Everything he has to offer I can find elsewhere, Mom said that with that in mind, its easier to feel like there is no point in being loyal to him. She told me to imagine myself on a date with him. I admitted to her that I'd probably spend the whole time in the bathroom... and that there was no way that I would EVER kiss him. Even just a hug is rather awkward. And what would we talk about? Talk about being awkward! You know how non-talkative I am! And he's 10 times worse! (At the very least!) Sometimes he makes these weird noises... but its hard to figure out what it means. Oh well... I guess its not important now. He really doesn't have that much to his advantage. And another thing, having the same religion is sooo important to me! And he won't answer any of my questions about his beliefs! So I don't think he is quite as spiritually mature as what I would want in a husband... and thus, wouldn't make a good boyfriend. Although I guess one thing he has in his favor he's more than willing to live in Guinea. But even with living in Guinea, the excitement of his life has truly been flushed down the drain! Its so sad. Sometimes I don't know what I ever saw in him... but then I remember and wish to forget! *shudders* I guess what I smelt in him was worse though... I really don't think he's serious about me, he never writes or calls, I haven't even heard one word from him since I got back to the states! Its like he doesn't even care. I can't stand it. As far as I know he has made no effort whatsoever to contact me. Its just not right. Am I being too harsh on him? I guess I can't get enough out of him to really see many good qualities... he just is so quiet. Mom told me to think about what marriage would be like with him... I truly wish he'd be more of a leader. Or maybe even more of a follower... but he's not either! He just sits there in his own little corner, never talking, not being sociable unless people are coming in, and we all know that they're just using him! He lets them and never puts a stop to it. He doesn't seem to know how to say "no" and put his foot down. He just sits there and let the world go on around him. He wouldn't care if he was run over by a truck! Darn, there I go again. Putting him down. I guess I'll go ahead and close this. Thanks for your time and for listening. You truly are a good friend. TO PUT THIS IN PERSPECTIVE I FOUND ANOTHER OF JOHNNY'S KIND and had my lovey sister take pictures so you could understand more clearly what I am talking about.

Me and Jonney Toiletface (er... replacement so y'all get the drift)

Hmmmmmmmm.... this is a strange relationship

The ladies kind-of flock to him... But its understandable since he's so smooth..

He's kind of stuck in his ways...

We cant see eye to eye... but maybe that has something to do with the fact I can't find his eyes...

3 companions

"What’s going on?!?!?" the first voice cried
"I don’t know!!!!!" came the reply
"I think we’re under attack" a third voice chimed in.
"DUCK!" cried the 2nd voice
"No, I believe that’s a goose" said the first, as she lunged under a table.
"HA HA You think you’re so funny..." the 2nd voice was cut off from an insult by the banging of objects falling all around. "Move over you morons!" he shouted, shoving the other two companions farther over so he could fit under the table as well.

There they hid... being bombed by strange objects. They laid there in silence, hoping that the fire would cease when they weren’t heard, hoping the table would not crash in on them, and that the bombers would move elsewhere and most of all, hoping that they would not be discovered. Hardly daring to breathe they laid there...

Note form the author: In order to make it easier on the poor author and the poor readers we will start calling the 2nd voice 2e, the first voice 1e and the third voice, 3e. Now on with the story.

"Idiot, we gotta move!!!!" 2e hissed
"Where too, genius?" 1e muttered back.
"Wasn’t there a door back there?" 3e whispered, keeping cool while the other two started another war between themselves.
"Oh yeah" 1e whispered, "duh!"
"But how are we going to get there, Stupid?" 2e said, "if you hadn’t noticed, idiot, there are piles and piles of bombs all around us! If we make one wrong step... CABLUIE!" he shouted, using his hands as he talked and therefor smacking his companions in the face.
"Nice move." 1e muttered
"Ok... I think if we head out now... see that table over there?" 3e continued, his brains whirling
"You mean the one that my can’t wouldn’t even be able to fit under?" 2e said sarcastically,
"If that’s the case," 1e said, "than maybe you should go first, rat."
"Oooooo... nice one." 2e said, surprised by the wit of his arch nemesis
"Why thank you, I learn from the best" came the reply
"Would you two focus on what’s at hand? Our entire fait could be determined in a few short moments."
"Ok boss, what are you thinking of?"
"We need to jump over the bombs, duck under any covering we can... and head for that door. HOPEFULLY we will all make it to safety."
"And if we don’t, we’ll all come to the unfortunate ones funeral." 1e said,
"Boy that’s comforting." 2e muttered
"Ok... its been fun knowing you! I’ll head out first" 3e said

And before anyone could stop him, he headed out..

"OH MY GOSH HE’S GOING TO DIE!!!!!!" 1e said,
"aren’t you being a little dramatic?" 2e said

Ahhh, like clock work the two of them were into the battle of the wits. Meanwhile the wise one of the group was ducking under tables, jumping over bombs, and cleverly dodging falling objects.

"Do you want to go next?" 2e asked, actually showing some concern towards his arch nemesis. Although the two of them engaged in constant name calling wars (which 2e always was asking for between the 3 companions) he was a real gym deep down... deep, deep, deep down. And occasionally it did indeed come out. On rare occasions in which case both friends decided to throw a party because it was such a rare occasion. But unfortunately for them, 3e was in the midst of the battle field, and they were stuck under a table.

"Ummm... I’m actually quite chicken" 1e admitted, "I’ll follow you."
"Are you sure? If you don’t start coming after me in 5 seconds I am going to come back and drag you out" 2e said
"I promise" 1e said. Again amazed by the concern 2e was showing.
"HEY GUYS! YOU COMING???" 3e shouted back, crouching under table, he had looked back on his friends.
"On our way!" 2e shouted back, "Once this chicken decides to come" he added.
1e stuck out her tongue at him and shoved him out into a clear area, he started high tailing it to the nearest covering as she quickly followed him.

The bombs started falling faster and faster. 1e and 3e were both under cover....

"RUN!!! RUN FASTER AJ!!!!! HEAD FOR COVER!!!" they both shouted. BOOM!!!! AJ hit a bomb, his cover was completely blown, suddenly as he lay fallen there he was covered in school books, in ranch work and in everything imaginable which would desire his time.
"We’ve got you now!" they hissed... chaining him to themselves, as they dragged him away.
"NOOOOOoooooooooo!!!!" his companions yelled, dashing out of their hiding places to go and try to rescue their friend. "NOOOOOOOOoooooooooo!!!" they cried out.
"Don’t forget us." 1e whisper.

KABANG!

And then and there... Spencer and MB were also covered in the things of their life. And as they were being chained and dragged off... the 3 friends vowed to try to stay in touch.

The Story of How Plants Evolved.

Every now and then, you start to wonder... how did plants really come about. After studying Biology The Dynamics of Life I have come to a conclusion. Plants are much smarter than we think they are. And they sure have a whole lot more fun than we think!
"Remember that in non-seed plants, the sperm must swim through a continuous film of water in order to reach the egg in the archegonia of a gametophyte." ~Biology The Dynamics of Life
I can see it now... they’re at the edge of the pool... the sperm is lining up... it’s a race to the finish. All the eggs are on the side liens cheering on their favorite sperm. The announcer speaks, "On your marks... get set... GO" BANG the gun goes off, the sperm leaps into the pool and swims for all they’re worth!"
The announcer comes on, "They’re doggy paddling along at a fast rate folks, oh wait... no... I think it’s a butterfly stroke. No... hmmm. I don’t know what it is, but whatever it is, they’re sure moving fast"
The eggs go crazy!!!! Faster faster and then! The race is over. The sperm give up their rights to swim, in order to make another plant. Ahh, but it was so much fun, and that water felt so good.
Seed plants on the other hand, don’t get to ever swim. Unless there’s a flood, in which case they are just to stupid to swim and they die. But they get to have a seedling! Instead of being able to swim they have a seedling. Awwww how sweet!
"A seed consists of an embryo and its food supply enclosed in a tough protective coat" ~Biology The Dynamics of Life
Yay! It sounds just like an egg! We’re going to have chicks! No wait.. Its going to be a plant. Oh well. :-( Maybe we’ll have chicks some other day.
Moving on... plants can also be devious. Gymnosperms and anthophytes. The difference between them is, well... first let me tell you what gymnosperms laterally means. "Naked seed" So basically the difference between those plants is gymnosperms are naked seeds while anthophytes are "clothed" with fruit. How lovely.
Now that we’ve spent some time talking about young plants, lets get down to the heart of the matter. Why I know these plants are so genius. So wise. So smart. So well thought out.
"The life span of a plant reflects its strategies for surviving periods of cold, drought, or other harsh conditions." ~Biology The Dynamics of Life
I can see it now... the plants have gathered around the table, with maps of the world, with their special high tech internet computers, mapping out where the best places on earth are to live. Then the psychologist plants make schedule appointments with the different species. They talk about their straights and weaknesses. Eventually the physiologist tells them where in the world they’d be suited for the best, and so the plant sends out its little seeds, begging the birds to eat them and carry them to that part of the world. And that is how all the plants are right where they are best suited for.
And that, my dear friends, is why plants are so much smarter than we think they are.

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I get in such weird moods by reading sutpid stuff in my text book. :-P hahahaha. Have a great day guys.

FOR AJ

"I WANT SOMETHING EXCITING!!!! AWESOME! SPECTACULAR!! MAGNIFICENT!!! U-P-D-A-T-E!!!!!!"

Suddenly AJ turned... startled by a sound. He bearly clicked "send" on his second message demanding an update from the lovely Mary Beth.

SWUSH!

AJ slowly looked back at his screen.. his ears alert to the sounds around him... preparing for whatever was about to come next.

Slowly and carefully, he made his way out of the chair.

"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!" He shreaked as he pounced on what looked like a person under a blanket laying on the floor.

Suddenly the sound of machineguns blasted through the room... only it was under him! He had been laying on the floor punching and pounding and kicking the object under the blanket... but then he pulled back the blanket realizing that it was not a person he was ontop of.
"Packing bubbles?!?!?!?" He screached, "why does this keep happening to me?!?!"

This was the 14th time that day that he was fooled by somebody into thinking he was under attack. It was the flour over the door... then a tape recording of someone sharpening knives and muttering, "soon... soon we'll get AJ back" That morning even, he was attacked in bed!!!! Someone had a large dog jumped on him, while a buckets of water was thrown all over him and his bed while someone else turned on a really bright light so he couldn't see who'd done it. (and yes, they did make it out before he could find them) The rest of the day little traps had been set up. Which he kept falling for.

"I can't believe it! This is crazy! I'm a better prankster than this. I can not believe my instincts are failing me!"

He went back to his desk muttering in disgust, when suddenly his computer locked down... nothing worked. Then a message screen popped up. His computer typed him a message saying how it was rebelling against him now because of all the abuse its received, how little it was appreciated and basically also because AJ's BO was making it nosious.

"Blast it! Even the stupid commonwealth of computers is out to get me!"
"AJ" a voice hollared. "You need to do your chores! Plus Jon is out sick so you've got to do his as well."

AJ knew better than to speak up against the person speaking. Or else he'd have to do even more than that, but he still wasn't happy. He set off to do chores. "Jon? Who on earth is THAT? There isn't even a Jon HERE! What on earth does he do anyway?"

And there, before him, stood the most disgusting job he could imagine. "YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT????" he shreaked. And there it was.... 25 girls, ready for manicures, peticures, and other such things.

AJ started jumping around screaming... he pinched himself, punched himself.. and eventually decided he was indeed awake, much to his horror, and he proceded to milk the cows first. HOPING that he could get out of the other job.

It was well past dark when he finally wandered into the house...

"What's going on?" he thought. "Why is ther so much laughter? WHY DO I HEAR A GIRLS LAUGHTER????" And then it hit him what the other sound was.... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" He cried! "NO NO NO NO NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

oh... but it was.

There, on the TV screen, was AJ's expression as he fell in a beautifully fresh cow pattie, as he was covered in flour, as he was freaking out about all the girls manicures he had to give (which he did end up getting out of) and everyone on the ranch was watching this movie and laughing.

"Dude! Did you see that face AJ made???? THAT WAS HILAROUS!" one voice said
"Oh my gosh, he's screaming like a girl!" another voice chimed in.
"Hey... when's he getting back. I can't wait to see his expression when he sees all these movies of him falling for pranks!"

Mortified AJ snuck out of the room. Wishing to dissapear and to never be seen again

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AJ looked at the resting dog, noticing it had this contened grin on its lazy face. The thought occured to AJ, "I wonder what dogs dream" but it wasn't worth thinking about. He threw the pooch off the proch, "get up you lazy mutt" he said. Never knowing that the dogs dreams were about him... and what would happen to AJ if he only were human.

Blogs are where people share their thoughts, what's going on in their lives, and maybe a few other odds and ends. Their friends may read them, and be completely entertained or bored out of their minds. Some people, like AJ, may complain no matter what the case is. The encouragement is amazing... "its boring" and then demands for an update!

My thoughts: I have 30 billion swimming around in my head, searching for my brain which is in a trunk hiding from me and snickering. But what I am looking at right now is theology... sort of. Some people have tons of insight, wisdom, knowledge etc. Others (and some of the ones in the first group) have good charactor but aren't as genius as the ones in the first group. anyway... I'm going to be reading Corinthians. I love that book.

Whats going on in my life: Umm.. yeah. "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Actually it was bed time..." (Mary-Kate&Ashley Mysteries) . Well... I found out that I don't have to be back at the house until 10pm! :-O And how did I find this out? I had to leave a lovely conversaiton... ok... so my brother took over and I wasn't in the conversation any more because I'm "quite" (I told one of my friends that I've had 2 people tell me that I was quite within a couple weeks and she started laughing. Thank goodness!) The thing is... I just don't inturrupt conversations or when I will loook like a complete idiot if I say anything I'll keep my mouth shut unless I know the other person won't think I'm an idiot for saying something (yeah, I take a long time to open up with new ideas... really long time) ahhhh. never mind. I'm just letting out steam everywhere and this is now one of those places.

ANYWAY. You wanted an interesting post didn't you AJ?

I hate to break it to you AJ. Lizzy's gone, Matthew's going off on some theological tangent on a computer downstairs (most likely) and so they have no help to making an intersting post.

THEREFORE you're stuck with me which could be quite dull. OR I can tell stories. Mwahahahaa

Ok... so... umm... yeah. No cool stories so far this year. Matthew's been rather tame... weird.

Ok, so at church today... it was about patience. Sooooo... naturally (and not to my surprise) the pastor was late getting on stage. So I'm trying to keep from shouting "Ok lets all leave!" ok... so what I really did was wisper to my friend "I wonder what would happen if we all snuck out." Pastor back stage... comes out to preach (after being late) and all of a sudden notices that there are 500 people missing. Hmmmmm... I wonder what would happen. *evil laugh*

The difference between my stories and AJ's are my weird thoughts are thoughts, evil, devious thoughts. Sure I'd jump in on it if it was done, but I wouldn't start it up. AJ on the other hand... *starts backing slowly away from the computer*

darn it.. its a lot harder to type while balancing the keyboard. Maybe I should go back to my desk.

I'm listening to Christmas music. Crazy.

Yeah... and the song the guy kept going "One more time" and I wispered again, "that guy must have trouble with math.. he's said 'one more time' 4 times now"

MIGHT I ADD that my friend is arround 40. Yes. The typical age for homeschool kids to make friends with. ;-)

I normally don't play pranks but....

Ok... so my dear, sweet, kind sister almost made me choak. And it was my own falt.

I think I mentioned that I switched the keys on my keyboard... anyway, AJ, fyi, I switched the "m" and "n" keys on my keyboard. I was looking up on the internet ideas to drive Spencer crazy. WELL... I read that switching the "m" and "n" keys around wouldn't be too noticable and would be awesome for people who can't quite touch type. So... to prove to myself that I could do it and for the fun of it, I switched the keys on my keyboard. WELL... on the rare occasion that I was typing with one hand or some such thing, I'd get them mixed up.. but generally its not a big deal. WELL, I was chatting with Spencer tonight, and Elizabeth came over. She brought me supper! (which was quite yummy indeed!) So I was eating my sweet fries and Elizabeth got an email from a guy she's emailing from my email account (I'm helping her email him and we can talk up here privetly instead of downstairs with lots of people to hear all our insanity and having to keep the volume down because of customers on the phone). WELL... she decided she wanted to email him, so she was like "give me your keyboard" so I handed it over. Well... she wrote the email and I glanced at the screen (btw, I'm eating) and I just burst out laughing...

"Great exanple *rolls eyes*
I dom't thimk that I would evem wamt to be that creative!!
I would cautiom you to mot share that little poem with amy other "fare madins".
Nary Beth just read that amd is LITERALLY rooling on the floor laughimg. "

She's not as speedy of a typist as myself... and so she's also laughing on top of that... and so then she's watching me... while I give up eating for fear of choaking and stand against the wall dying from laughter. I finally sit on the floor because I am laughing so hard and she was right. I was litterally ROFL because I was cracking up so badly. Oh my word.... oh my word... my sides still hurt. Ok, that was sooooo worth it. I had no idea it could be so much fun to see someone be pranked... (No I don't pull pranks) but... wow. That was funny. And she'd never have known if she didn't ask for my keybored. HA! :-P hahaha.

Was that less boring AJ?

brilliant

Ever heard yourself say the words, "I'll put it here because its a place I will NEVER forget." ? Don't believe it. Unless you are unlike me and can actually remember those places.

On another note... I was looking for stuff to help drive Spencer crazy and decided to try and see if something actually would be annoying... it was quite annoying. And I touch-type. Of course... my fingers are injured because of an interesting event this moring which left me "floored".. er.. "mudded" (yeah... I had to go change) anyway. I was typing with one hand as a result and the m and n keys are switched on my keybored (yeah, I wanted to see if I could do it and if it was annoying, the answer is yes to both cases) and so I would occasionally hit "m" instead of "n" or "n" instead of "m" and then I swithced the keyboard language to French and it was nuts! I was going to type an insult to AJ so he couldn't read it... because of the keys being all messed up... but then it was fairly clear what it said. Oh well. Anyway... h,,,,,,::: QJ; you qre crqwy: Auite crqwy: This is zhqt it looks to type nor,ql on q french keyboqrd: I zqs going to try to find zhere the keys in the English keyboqrd zere locqted on the French keyboqrd::: but::: u,:::: I hqve q lqck of pqtience for thqt: Lqlqlqlql: hqhqhq:

hhahaha. Ok, that's weird. Anyway... yeah, I've lost it. but what I lost was my request card for algey and... um... what are they called? some sort of larva.

Oh ya! Spencer! My darling, loving, kind, considerate uncle is coming to visit my grandparents soon! Mom and I are both pretty thrilled about this because I can get some rather ingenious ideas out of him (most likely) that would drive you insane.

Funny story. When my cousin was not married her, now, husband was well... going to marry her. Well, Uncle Vic, being the sweet, kind man he is, decided to pull the young man asside and say he'd pay him to elope with my cousin, because it would be cheeper. He said that my cousin-in-law should come that night to take her away. WELLLL... (AJ if you read this, which I doubt y ou do, please make some note of it, and Spencer don't tell AJ that I put this here. we can laugh at him if he doesn't know) well, anyway, my cousin-in-law came that night, with his brother, and they took a ladder and put it up to my Uncle Vic's window, and they were calling outside the window, "Connie! Connie!" (cause they were getting my uncle back for all the pranks he pulls, and they knew it was his room) Someone suggested that my uncle should have gotten a bucket of watter or something and thrown it on Brian's head.

OK, the end.

Quiz Team

This is me and my quiz team. And Diana (a quiz master). My brother is the tall guy. Yeah, the tall guy in the front. ;-) jk jk. Naw, that's Josh. He comes out of no where.

Quiz Practice

Yeah... it makes so much sense to update because... well... Spencer's not here and well... who knows if AJ reads this thing or not. Which means... I could simply be posting something that no one will read.

Drat. Mom just reminded me that we were going to go clean the house at 5. and its 5:08. Anyway... real quick. I was thinking of AJ at quiz practice today. There was this really cute guy at quiz practice... it was torture. He was sooooooooooo cute!!!!!! Oh my word. He was also very distracting cause he was, well, very, very, very cute. In fact, his whole family is cute. But that's beside the point. I finally worked up my nerve to ask him what his name was, and he said his name was Patric. Anyway... I don't know what you look like AJ, but Patric is sooo much cuter than you. (he's also 11 yrs younger... but that's beside the point. Whatever the point was) brown hair, blue eyes... adorable kid. Really sweet too.

Yeah... ok. That's all I got to scare you AJ.

Oh yeah! We played volly ball a little after quiz practice, and I stink at vollyball. I stink so bad that I make little kids look good. So what happens? I battle my fears, swallow my pride, and step in the game. And what happens? They make me serve!!! I can't serve to save my life. So Judy said (after my terrible serve) that I could try again. I was like, "that's ok" and tried to save what little was left of my pride (which is very little thanks to AJ. ;-) jk jk) but she insisted saying that they have 2 year olds play and they let them get a second try. She tossed me back the ball... and it hit me what she said, and I started laughing and laughing and she was soooooo embarrised and was apologizing and saying how she didn't mean it that way. Meanwhile the few Menonites who share more of my sense of humor were also giggling quietly.

Ok... yeah. I torment people. But normally its only people who torment me as well (or are tormenting friends of mine in which case I jump in on all the fun) So today I was chatting with one of my friends who requested I get a 360. amazingly enough my Dad said I could. The condition was... that he could also get a 360 so he could post random (and sometimes embarrising) comments on my posts. OF course he's kind enough that embarrising stuff should stay to a minamal. Well... Nathan saw that I had a new friend on my 360 and we were talking about it. And out of my kindness to y'all, I shall only post the interesting parts.

Napoleon Boven: i see that your other friend is new
Thedayisalmosthere: my other friend? Leon O?
Napoleon Boven: Leo i thinl
Thedayisalmosthere: ok haha. Yep! I set it up for him yesterday
Napoleon Boven: where?
Thedayisalmosthere: at the shop
Napoleon Boven: so where is he from?
Thedayisalmosthere: he's from... well, he was born in Connecticut
Thedayisalmosthere: but he came to Toccoa after College
Napoleon Boven: So hes like 22?
Thedayisalmosthere: ummm... a bit older than that
Thedayisalmosthere: try adding 30 years.
Napoleon Boven: i thought hes like 15 or 16
Napoleon Boven: yeah right!
Thedayisalmosthere: what?
Thedayisalmosthere: you don't believe me?
Napoleon Boven: he works there at the shop?
Thedayisalmosthere: yep
Thedayisalmosthere: he's been working there since before I was born
Thedayisalmosthere: there are a few people who have been working here for over 18 years. I'm not sure how many though
Napoleon Boven: gooood gravy!

In other words... he thought my father was 15 or 16. :-D Of course, I cannot blame him because I set dad up with a "cool cartoon" aka yahoo avatar, and they don't have receding hair lines or gray hair. ;-) hehe. He also hasn't posted anything on his 360. But that is ok. I'm still amused.

First Post

Ok, ok, okay... I have blotspot now. Proud? ;-) haha.

I've been reading Bruchko and the Motilone Miracile which I have been enjoying very much except for all the devistating parts and the like. I'm thinking of reading The End of The Spear next... but that is a big book. Who knows. In Bruchko, I read something that really stood out to me. But did I mark it in the book? No. I didn't think that far ahead. Blah. But that's ok. Bruce Olson was on a hunting trip with a few of the Motilones and the animals of the forest became so loud that he couldn't hear the other's voices. He shouted to them, "Do you hear that?" and one replied, "Yeah. We heard it too. Its a" and named some sort of bird. Bruce said that he had to listen, to tune everything else out... to be able to distinguish the different sounds around him. The monkeys, the parrots, his companions voices... and at last he heard that one bird which they were hunting. He mentioned how he learned a lesson from it, about tuning into God and listening to Him. It is so easy to get so caught up in a billion things... family, school, friends, work, hobbies, sports.. you name it.

Ok. That was very serious. On a not so serious note, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I can hardly believe its 2007. WOW. Actually, I don't believe it. And to start the year off... what better thing to do than, well, first of all realize its actually a holiday. hahaha. And then eventually take down Christmas Lights. Yes. My belovid Grandfather and I took down some Christmas lights today. Tomorrow we will continue the job.

OH YA! Okay... my sister is CRAZY!! Ok, so we sat down for supper... and well.. I had to be violent and cream the peas (that was a pun, yes you're supposed to laugh. If you don't get it I feel sorry for you) and while I was in the kitchen Elizabeth was laughing uncontrollably and Dad put on his best tatel-tale voice and said, "Mommy!! Elizabeth's making rude noises!" So mom figured out that it was a, um... what's it called? It is sort of like a baloon only... whoopie cusion! Ya. that. Anyway.. I was kind-of laughing cause this isn't unusal behavior (she hasn't had that thing for long... but burping contests at the table have been going on for a year or so between Elizabeth and Matthew or Dad) so she finally is settled down and so I bring the creamed peas over and was about to sit down when I saw a towel over the chair and a suspecious looking object...

You bet ya! It was that whoopie cushion. I was like, "No thank you Eilzabeth" and picked it up and threw the thing under the table while she proceded to stick her foot on it to set it off. So I kicked it over to Jonathan to get it out of her reach. Quite amusing.

OK. Bye.