Friday, February 23, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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)
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..
Friday, February 9, 2007
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.
"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.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
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.
"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.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
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.
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. ;-)
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. ;-)
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