AlphaBetaGamma... oops, too far

That is the root of the word 'alphabet', you know. Alpha Beta. A and B in the Greek alphabet. But now to the interesting part--

Alphabet books are uncreative. “A is for apple, B is for book, C is for….K is for kite…..S is for snake….X is for xelophone, Y is for Yoyo, Z is for the ever so predictable Zebra. So, folks, here is the New and Improved Alphabet

A—Anaconda Angling through the Amazon

B—Big Brass Bassoon with a Big Bronze Bell

C—Cocoanut Covered Creamy Candies Coated in Chocolate (Say it three times fast!)

D—Dumb Dormouse Dashing up to a Dirty Dog

E---Elk and Emu are Endangered Animals [this is to Educate people]

F---Fungi growing by Fronds and Fuchsia

G—Great Gila Monster Grinning

H- Half a Hundred Hairy Hyenas Having a Hunger Strike

I. Ill-mannered Iguana In an Incubator

J—Jackalope Jumping on June 31^st Just because it’s Jackalope Hunting Day

K—Kookaburra cackling crazily

L—Leaping Lemurs by a Lighthouse (no matter how improbable)

M—Mushrooms Making Mulch

O—Olives and Okra

P—Poison People

Q—a Queue of Quails

R—A Rattlesnake Rolling by in a Rolls-Royce

S—Santa Singing Christmas Songs

T—Tapir Tramping through the Tropics

U—Ukalele in the Ukraine

V—a Velocipede in the Veranda

W—Wild Walruses and Wallabies and Warthogs are all Warm blooded

X---Xylem in Plants Carrying Water

Y—Yosemite Park where the Youthful Yokels from the Yukon Yak while eating Yorkshire pudding

Z—Zebu playing a Zither in a Zoological garden in Zion

Now, is that not the most interesting alphabet? Plus, any child who reads this will build vocabulary!

This has been the Eccentric M.T. (Maria Times)(yes, that means Maria wrote this whole thing) Email us if you have a good psychiatrist to recommend.

--By Maria

I thought of writing another, but that would breach the copyright thingiebobbers... yeah. Oh, and i'm almost finished with my story, "Bob dies: A Series of Fortunate Events" *hopes M isn't scandelized* *also hopes that's speled correctly* *oh, who cares* *about the speling*

Unfair!

You are 65% Lutheran! This is most certainly true.

Well, you might be Lutheran, but there's more to learn. You have room for growth in understanding Lutheran terminology and culture. Hopefully you have a better knowledge of the Bible itself. Good thing Salvation is by Grace and not by merit. We can add nothing to what God has done for us in Christ Jesus. But it never hurts to learn a little more about the church on earth. Thanks for taking the quiz!

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Of course, i think it's very unfair because they kept asking questions about the other synods, and history… okay, so maybe i don't know Martin Luther's birthday. I suppose i'm going down for that? And i'm going to use the excuse of "I'm not very old. I haven't had very many years in Bible Study!", though i think it was more of the trivial things that brought my score down.

But what is the rest of me? Heathen, i suppose. Lol.

Rejoice! Rejoice, for the Lord has worked in my sister!

Well… here comes something i don't say very often - My oldest sister Amanda Pearl (she goes by her middle name only) is an atheist.

However, i just heard my Mom talking on the phone about her, and it sounds like she's closer! A big step! I'm still not ready to say what she's getting over (for lack of a better phrase), but it's the thing that has been stopping her from 'accepting God,' you might call it. I just wait for the day.

Ook, i'm HAPPY!

And Maria's little sister Maureen was born… Tuesday? When was it?

Extremly spacy

How could i have missed it?? It must've been huge… maybe i was reading. Or sewing. No, i didn't do that last Tuesday… poihaps i was having my 'reaction' to the dreaded word… i shall not type it here. However, the reaction is for me to lose control of my fingers (making me type nonsense) and let out a sort of strangled scream. Really strangled, because it isn't that loud. Don't worry, not that many peeple have ever said it in my general vicinity. Only three. To two of you - you know who you are. But i digress.

Did you miss it? The End of the World, that is. It was supposedly going to happen last Tuesday, but i didn't hear about it until today. So the world is gone, and replaced with… what? With the help of a certain fish-like being *cough is that enough recognition Ethan? cough* *cough i even provided spaces! cough*, we figured out it was replaced with chocolate.

Yay!

*deep theological discussion*

Help me out peeple! Um… um… Moses! We have to make sure Anna knows she's missing out on one of the greatest blogs ever! She needs to check up on it regularly. THEN she can figure out i'm spacier than she is.

The Nutcracker

Well, i wented to the Nutcracker ballet today… it was really good, though i must admit i appreciated the music more than the dancing. That isn't to say i didn't like it; no, i loved it. But i loved the music slightly more. Well, i guess that makes sense, considering i AM a(n) [insert last name here]. We are vveerryy musical. To put it plainly.

• My Dad: plays viola, plays & teaches piano (and can play instruments similer to those [harpsicord, organ, violin]), sings tenor or bass (preferably bass) (at least once at Carnagie Hall) (in a choir)
  
• My Mom: plays & teaches piano, flute, organ, recorder, directs singers, sings soprano or alto (preferably alto) (also at least once at Carnagie Hall) (in same choir)
• My oldest sister: plays piano, organ, violin (violin since the age of four or something like that)
• My other older sister: never really was as musical, but has taken piano, violin, cello (i remember being able to fit in her cello case and zipping it up… i always wondered why there was a zipper on the inside), and has sung in choir
• My older brother: plays piano, sings bass, once tried trombone (it didn't last long)
• Me: play piano, organ, violin (though i'm afraid i haven't played in at least a year… i plan to take it back up when i have more time in my schedule), recorder when needed, sing soprano or alto (preferably alto)
• And we all listen to a veriety music!

And the dancing? Well, it didn't make me want to learn ballet, but then again so far only two things in the world that make me want to dance. Weddings (Naomi & Nick's, Nathan & Katie's), and Singing In The Rain, though that only does it with tap dancing.

So… how 'bout them apples?

Actually, i could rant on, but i kinda need to go practice recorder… and piano… and organ, though i won't because i can't get to church.

Story time!

Ahem - my superior version of 'Farmer & Sons':

Why Bessie Was Butchered
by
Margaret Rhein

Not so long ago, in Iowa, there lived a sly old farmer, who was stricken with a terrible and incurable illness. Though he wished for his farm to prosper, he was afraid that his somewhat stupid and lazy sons, Clyde, Claud, and Gary Andrew Bartholomew Sean Matthew Lyle, would be careless, as usual, and his beloved cow would die, as she needed only the best hay.
So one day, when he could feel death closing in like the walls of the garbage room in one of the Star Wars movies, he called his sons to his deathbed, and slowly informed them that there was a great treasure in the fields, with diamonds, and emeralds, and more diamonds, and a magic little box with a fabric store inside. Clyde gasped, Claud's eyes widened, and Gary Andrew Bartholomew Sean Matthew Lyle exclaimed that he could finally buy that footstool he wanted. They all asked where the treasure was, but he was resting in peace, knowing that his dim sons would take care of his dear darling Bessie.
Because of their great greed and lack of imagination to think of activities, the sons dug all day and night, except for a little time in which they ate and slept, of course. When the land was all dug up, and the frustrated boys found no treasure, they complained greatly to their mother, who had planted seeds in the "tilled" ground, so as not to starve. She explained that their cruel father had tricked them into working, and that the so-called "treasure" was the fruit of their labor.
Of course, the accidental plowing yielded a good amount of crops that year, but the sons ate the berries from behind the shed, and died. The mother sadly butchered old Bessie, sold the meat, and, because she had demanded an unfair price, lived happily ever after.

The End
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purple purple purple blu-i mean, purple




Proper socialization

"When I mention we are homeschooling our children, we are without fail asked, '...But what about socialization?' Fortunately, we found a way our kids can receive the SAME socialization that government schools provide: "On Mondays and Wednesdays, I will personally corner each child in the bathroom and take their lunch money. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I will make sure to tease our children for not being in the 'in' crowd, taking special care to poke fun at any physical abnormalities. ... Fridays will be 'Fad and Peer Pressure Day.' We will all compete to see who has the coolest toys, the most expensive clothes, and the loudest, fastest, and most dangerous car. Every day, I will adhere to a routine of cursing, being disrespectful, swearing in the hall, and mentioning our weekend exploits with alcohol and immorality. And we have asked our kids to report us to the authorities in the event that we mention faith, religion, or try to bring up any morals and values.

Adapted from the: Kolbe Little Home Journal, Fall 2005

Provided by a Squishy Maria

Can anyone play the funeral march?

i think my slinky died

moldy shirt

Your results:
You are Chekov

Chekov 65% Uhura 60% An Expendable Character (Redshirt) 55% James T. Kirk (Captain) 50% Will Riker 45% Deanna Troi 45% Mr. Sulu 45% Data 42% Worf 40% Geordi LaForge 40% Beverly Crusher 40% Jean-Luc Picard 40% Mr. Scott 35% Leonard McCoy (Bones) 35% Spock 27%

Brash, rash and hasty, but everyone loves you.

Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Quiz


Soo… that's kinda weird.

Stefan Paul David

Yes, that is the wunderschön name of Anna's wittle brother!! And who thinks it's safe to put pictures of him here? On my blog? In the World Wide Web?? I wouldn't be putting his last name…

Babies everwere!

Soo… The Most Annoying Person I've Ever Met wasn't at the HT thing. Sad. No chance to kill him, or at least pretend to.

To the babieses ~~ SARANITA'S HERE *a*n*d* ANNA'S LITTLE BROTHER/SISTER IS BEING BORN AT THE MOMENT, SO THAT'S COOL.

Eck-sight-ing news

Yeah. Really exciting.

Well, Nick, Naomi, and *Saranita* being here is pretty cool. Also yesterday was my Mom's birthday (i got her earrings [homemade] and chocolate [dark chocolate bar; chocolate covered coffee beans; cute assorted box]), and i'm going to a retreat today. Until Sunday. Without Saranita!! Me sad about that.

I'm gonna go hold my neice.

I'm back!

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Saranita typed that! Alright, i did hold her hand and guide it, but it was still her finger.

Anniversary of Saranita's BIRTHDAY!!

Yes, that's today. Yippee! She's a whole month old! For pictures, go here. Please.

To other news --
I'm writing a play! Who would like to be in it? (note: i have no idea if it'll ever be acted)
So far i have (in order):
Moi
Em
Muffin
Alex[andra]
Would y'all like to hear about it? Vote - Yes or don't bother voting. If and when i get at least two votes Yes, i'll ramble about it.

Gotta go! Chow! (yes, i know that isn't how you spel that)

My major

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours! Linguistics 92% English 92% Art 92% Theater 75% Journalism 75% Biology 67% Mathematics 58% Dance 58% Sociology 58% Chemistry 58% Psychology 58% Philosophy 50% Engineering 50% Anthropology 42% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com

Saranita update

Well… i was going to post pictures once i got Nat to help (at first i wrote 'gelp') me, but it turns out i don't have to… becuase they're all ready here!, at Saranita's own blog!

Someone broke into my house!

Basically we left the front door unlocked but the alarm system on and a drunk neighbor walked into our house instead of his by mistake. And i was sleeping on the couch this whole time! I was the only one who heard the alarm go off, but off in slumberland i thought it was the phone and ignored it. Apperantly you can't hear the alarm upstairs. Of course when i went to see why the alarm was going off i saw the front door was open. I ran back to get my glasses and i heard a voice from inside this house! But that was the policeman. He was sent by the alarm peeple.

This was yesterday at two am.

Cold socks

Today i went to Anna's house and she fed us burned cake. It was delicious. It didn't have a firefox picture on it, though. I was very disappointed.

Saranita Kay Kavouras

My niece, Saranita Kay Kavouras, was born this morning at 5:03 am, at seven pounds, three ounces, nineteen and three-quarter inches, and a fair amount of dark hair. We're going to the hospital really soon.

Ooh, this is so cool!

Future hubby

Alright, so i remember, here are the rules i have for anyone who would want to date me (haha) and later marry me:

1. He has to be Lutheran.
2. We have to be both at least sixteen, him preferably a couple years older than i.
3. He has to be taller than me.
4. He has to not be incredibly annoying (i would never get married if i required him to not be annoying at all).
5. He has to bring me coffee.
6. Preferably home schooled.
7. He has to be okay with My Life Plan

That's all, folks!

To y'all peeples:

Ahem - the Peep War needs you! Go see! Pweeeeeeeeeez!!!!

Also, i played Apples to Apples again (yes, i know, without you Squishy), and i won with these cards:

Painful, hurtful, agonizing, unbearable
Overwhelming, exhaustive, breathtaking, monumental
Lucky, fortunate, serendipitous, favored
Furious, angry, raging, wild
And finally, ladies and gentlemen, the card you've all been waiting for --
Wicked, evil, corrupt, depraved

My life plan

Wheel, here it is:

When i'm sixteen my Mom will introduce me to one or more guys, hinting that they're nice boy(s), etc.
I marry one, after college.
We live on a farm (or at least in the country) in Indiana, Montana, Nebraska, Texas, or Germany (or otherwise i suppose), depending on my hubby's job with our at least five homeschooled PICCL children, while i teach piano lessons in our home and be a church organist.
I let my hair go gray/white/silver naturally.
I die.
Sometime during this, i take over the world. You will not know when.

It may vary slightly.

HT retreat

I pretty much copied this from Aaron's blog because i'm tired. Maybe i'll edit it when i'm not.

Attention! Attention! There is a Higher Things retreat in Marshall, MI on the weekend of November 3-5. There has been a plea from Beggers All that they need more people to start registering. So go! If you possibly can, show up for the retreat. I can assure you it will be AWESOME! Here are the retreat details. Please at least look at them. Please look at the site and come to the retreat! Thank you and goodnight.

Warning: This post has a high Shakespearean insult content

Thy food is such as hath been belch'd upon by infected lungs.

The most infectious pestilence upon thee!

Infirm of purpose!

Get thee to a nunnery.

You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so.

Thou art only mark'd for hot vengeance and the rod of heaven.

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!

Thou art the best o' th' cut-throats.

Sell your face for five pence and 'tis dear.

You shall stifle in your own report, and smell of calumny.

Thou impertinent hedge-born coxcomb!

If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases.

Thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders, that a milkmaid, if she be in love, may sigh it off.

Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat in respect of a good piece of flesh indeed!

You yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am if like a crab you could go backward.

[Your] brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage.

[Thou] stale old mouse eaten dry cheese!

[Thou art] a man of wax.

[Thou art] like the toad, ugly and venomous.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Come, you are a tedious fool. To the purpose.

Suddenly i have dark eyebrowses!

I don't know how, but this is what i got:

Your results:
You are Boone Carlyle

Boone Carlyle 70% Claire Littleton 68% Sun Kwon 65% Sayid Jarrah 65% Mr. Eko 65% Charlie Pace 48% Michael Dawson 48% John Locke 45% Walt Lloyd 44% Hugo "Hurley" Reyes 42% Jin-Soo Kwon 40% Shannon Rutherford 36% Dr. Jack Shephard 32% Kate Austen 30% Ana-Lucia Cortez 28% James "Sawyer" Ford 18%

You are a wealthy and good-looking person who tries to keep your friends and loved ones out of trouble.

Click here to take the Lost Personality Quiz

What my name means!

T	Tasty
H	Hilarious
E	Entertaining
M	Mesmerizing
A	Astounding
R	Radiant
V	Visionary
E	Enchanting
L	Linty
O	Overwhelming
U	Useful
S	Shy
M	Meek
A	Awesome
G	Glamorous
I	Ideal
C	Casual
A	Adventurous
L	Lovable
M	Modern
A	Altruistic
G	Glamorous
N	Neglected
E	Extreme
T	Twisted
I	Important
C	Cuddly
M	Mysterious
A	Astonishing
G	Graceful
G	Great
I	Intense
E	Enchanting

Name / Username:

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Big step

I AM CONFIRMED! Yay!

I got three cross neclaces from different peeple. I played Apples to Apples and was:

1. comfortable cozy, snug, restful
   
2. inspirational exhilarating, inspiring, stimulating
   
3. innocent guiltless, pure, naïve
   
4. meek shy, mild, timid
   
5. ordinary usual, common, plain
6. influential powerful, prominent, important

I have to go. There are four peeple staring at every word i type slowly. Oh yeah, and i'm reading it too.

Me again

Yes, it's really me, not one of those other peeple who post on my blog. 6_9
As my blog has been rather lacking of late, i shall rewrite what i've written before in a notebook.

Wednesday, 23rd of August, 2006
Dear Peeples,
I'm going to have my Catechetical Examination tonight, and on Sunday i'll be confirmed. I'm scared and nervous and stressed and my heart is pounding. Even other stressful feelings are drowned out by this - this constant waiting for it to be over. Help. I feel like yelling, crying, sleeping, and just getting this done all at once.
From,
Margaret Ann R.

Later…
Dear Peeples,
I DID IT!!!
All six chief parts by myself, and then some questions about the questions and the catechism. I just had my Catechetical Examination and i'm proud. I can enjoy my visiting Grandma!

I FEEL
GREAT.

I haven't felt like this a while. I feel nice, and old, and somewhat confirmed.
Leading up to it in the vespers i was shaking and i couldn't sing, i was so nervous. Reciting the catechism before involved a lot of had-wringing (right beforehand, when Pastor was asking me a couple questions to get me ready, i actually cut my pinky on a fingernail). But during the actual examination (which was preceeded by me turning on the mike and proceeded by me turning it off) i didn't wring my hands at all.
Of course, i'm not confirmed. I still have to walk in the processional in church on Sunday and sit in front and talk by myself and all that, but i don't have to do it from memory. I just read it. I won't try to memorize it.
I feel like i can consentrate on a book (probably tFotR) now. I can think. Yay! It's a nice feeling.
Grandma got me a cross neclace. Never seen a finer chain. It's gorgious (sp?). Mom and Dad ordered me an LSB (Lutheran Service Book) with my name on it. Mom said i might be the first to get an inscribed one, though it won't be done till Later this month, and even then i won't get it till September.
A lot of peeple came. At first i thought that would make me more nervous, but it the end it turned out i ws grateful for the support.
I'm wearing my first hoop earrings, if you care.
Right now, life is beautiful.
From,
Margaret Ann R.

Okay, done babbling. I'm not sure if that was any better than not talking, but i've been stressed today and suddenly i'm wonderfully not. Adios!

Stressed…

Guess what: I'm going to be confirmed tonight! I have a headache and i'm nervous and i snap at peeple. I have to go clean my room because my Grandma is coming. Pray for me please.

Stressed…

Guess what: I'm going to be confirmed tonight! I have a headache and i'm nervous and i snap at peeple. I have to go clean my room because my Grandma is coming. Pray for me please.

Shortall

I am tall. 5' 8 1/2", in fact.

It is i, Maggiwe the Swaimese Twine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111oneoneelevenetc.andstuphph

Interesting dinner

Last night we had a man from our church over for dinner for his birthday. We had spaghetti (Well, fine. You handle the dragon. I'll handle the spaghetti. I'll find that spaghetti. I'll whip their butt too. Tha's right. That spaghetti won't know which way they're goin'. I'm gonna take drastic spaghetti. Kick it to the curb. Don't mess with me. I'm the spaghetti master. I've mastered the spaghetti. I wish i had some spaghetti here, right here, right now. I'd step all over it. I conquered Spaghettiland!) and salad (boring ol' salad). Look at a bit of what happened:

Me: Pass the ranch dressing, please.
Mom: You know it's garlic?
Me: Yeah.
Nat: *passes the garlic ranch dressing*
Me: Thanks. *puts garlic ranch dressing on spaghetti*
*lightbulb*
*looks at spaghetti with spaghetti sauce, meatballs, and garlic ranch dressing*
*looks at salad with tomatos picked out and no dressing*
*looks around to see if anyone noticed*
*eats spaghetti anyway*

It tasted funny, but better swallow that than my pride.

Happy happy happy, i am oh so happy…

I don't think i've bragged about this enough… in [probably] October, i will be not only an auntiece, but also a GODMOTHER!!!!!


Happy happy happy! I am oh so happy! I'm happy to be happy so i say, hey, hey, hey! Happy happy happy! I am oh so happy! I'm happy to be happy so i saaaaaaaaaaaaaay: H-A-P-P-Y! H-A-P-P-Y! Happy, happy, happy, happy, HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trying again

I have three anouncements to make.

First: Today, Thursday the Twenty-Seventh of July, Two Thousand and Six, I put my hair into a ponytail. [yaaaaaaaaaay!] First time since my haircut (Thirty-first of May).

Second: From 9:01 PM-9:04 PM Last Saturday (22nd) i read the first scene of the first act of The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare. Somewhen during 9:02 PM i turned [blank] years old. Now i need to start rebelling against my parents. Any ideas how?

Third/Most bloggy: I need to start actually blogging. It's really sad how little i've written of late. Sadly, i am being forced off the computer at this moment. =(

Weirdeded song

Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky It had the one long horn, one big eye. I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee" It looks like a purple people eater to me. It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater. (one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater) A one-eyed one-horned, flyin' puple people eater Sure looks stange to me. (one eye?) Well he came down to earth and lit in a tree I said Mr. Purple People Eater don't eat me I heard him say in a voice so gruff I wouldn't eat you cuz you're so tough It was a one-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater one-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater one-eyed, one-horned flyin' purple people eater Sure looks strange to me. (one horn?) I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what's your line He said it's eatin' purple people and it sure is fine But that's not the reason that I came to land I wanna get a job in a rock and roll band Well bless my soul, rock and roll, flying purple people eater. Pidgeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple people eater (we wear short shorts) Flyin' purple people eater sure looks strange to me. And then he swung from the tree and lit on the ground. He started to rock, really rockin' around It was a crazy little ditty with a swingin' tune (sing aboop boop aboopa lopa lum bam boom) Well, bless my soul, rock and roll flyin' purple people eater. Pigeon-toed, undergrowed, flyin' purple peopleeater. Flyin' little people eater Sure looks strange to me. (purple people?) And then he went on his way, and then what do you know. I saw him last night on a TV show. He was blowing it out, a'really knockin' em dead Playin' rock and roll music through the horn in his head (clarinet solo) ( Tequila)

Courtesy of Google.

Thank you.

Hair

I think everybody has seen me so i can now reveal the secret: I got my hair cut. 31st of May.

Ta-daaaaaaaaaaa!!

Guess how much came off! This much and a little bit more!!
Yay!!

Weaveen gen

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I'm not sure all of you knew i was on a two week vacation; i was.

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I am now leaving (weaveen) again (gen).

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To camp!!

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The Wolf Who Cried Boy:

... by Margaret A. R.

*please note that my spelcheck does not work*

Once upon a time in a small pack lived a boysterous young wolf named Wolforinos. Wo for short.

One day he decided to cause a little trouble and barked as loud as he could, "Boy! Boy!! Nice, juicy BOY!!!!!!!1" So all the other wolves came running and when they came, there was no boy. Wo got scolded for that.

Two days later, Wo got bored and tried the trick again. "Boy, boy, he's really big!!" Again all the other wolves came, and again there was no boy. Wo was the wolf version of grounded.

About a week later, Wo saw a rabbit and decided it was probably male, so he yelled, "Boy!! He's getting away!!" Yet again the other wolves came and yet again they were disappointed! Nobody talked to Wo for six days, until they heard him again.

"Boy! Boy! He has a stick!! Nice and yummy!!!!!!!!" Of course none of the wolves paid any attention to him until he walked into the midst of them, belly fat from eating the boy all by himself. Boy, was he happy.

Arsenic and

Anna got done with the Alfred piano books, so Mom took us to Ritters for Frozen Custard. We asked for medium cones, and the lady accidentaly gave smalls, so she gave us mediums too. We have a picture of us being pigs with our two cones each.

Now we're watching Arsenic and Old Lace. She (Anan; not Abby or Martha or Elaine) is here for a sweepopher. Fun!!

You do know Vogel is pronounced 'FO-gull' (at least by me), don't you?

I can't stand it when people extinguish candles/matches with their fingers.

Never drink elderberry wine.

Old Lace,

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Posts! Posts! Po-po-po-po-po-posts!!!

Yes, it's the same only slightly more enthusiastic!

Miy Spel Chekk dusent werk.

A flamingo among pigeons - The first person to say where this came from gets something. Still undecided. It might be nothing, but then again, it might be something. Maybe a sticker. Or a monkey.

Bedtime - Half an hour ago.

Blue - Halfway between 'Blast' and 'Cue'! Fireworks and acting, all rolled into one!!

Flour - Bland.

Langweilig - What i am.

Afraid that the printer might eat me - Also what i am.

Mule - Half donkey, half horse.

Liger - Half lion, half tiger.

Chable - Half chair, half table (don't ask me how).

Lightheaded - Also what i am!

ö - Cute. Like little screaming faces. Only silent. Maybe they're really quiet singers.

Actually going to bed - Still me!!!

Posts! Posts! Po-po-po-po-posts!!!

Yes, i've gotten in trouble for not posting, so here goes…

Sidekicks - Nice kids that come with you on your heroic (arobic) adventures, or people that constantly kick your side? Which makes sense?

Typos - Meen.

LOL - Laughing Out Loud or Locks Of Love????????

Real life - Not worth it. Don't pay attention to those people, post on your blog!!!!! (and mine, too)

Food - What i'm gonna get right now.

I'll go on with this later.

Broken comp?

I can't see my blog. Can you? If you can, tell me in some way so i can smash the computer and get a better one. If you can't, you're not reading this so it doesn't matter.

Good nooz…

Yes, in October i will have a newly formed NIECE, not a NEPHEW. Can't talk much. Also can't believe this doesn't have good baby colors.

YAY!!!!

Look! A boring post title!

GSo, i'm suppose to talk about everyday life. How do you like that?

IMy dream last night was weird:

RI was playing with a friend of mine, named Oly'anna (age: almost five), in the glass elevater in their house when i noticed her little brother Frederick (age: one), walking unsupervised in the front yard (near heavy traffic). Of course i go get him.

LNext thing i know, i'm being told there's been a terrible accident. I'll be blind for the rest of my life.

!But of course i can wear my glasses, which make my eyes normal.

!The next day, i have twenty-twenty vision. Fun.

!When i woke up, i really thought it was Sunday.

!Oh well.

!What now?

!I don't know.

!I'm bored.

!Yes, *gasp* bored.

!Candy Bus Scary Ect.!

Sequel (sp?) to Me

I put it up correctly. Go me!

Me

Hey look, that's me! I don't know how to put it up properly. =(

A PKF post

Warning: This post is long and violent. As am i (tall and violent toward peeps [which are the things getting tortured in this]).

It started as an innocent cup of Hot Chocolate. I went to get the mix out of the pantry. My next action (pictureless), was to realize there was something in the vacinity that i hadn't known about. I pulled something out of the pantry:









Peeps!













I took them out of their SafetyContainer, courtesy of the Peep Savers, i'm sure. A. k. a. a ziplock bag.











Notice the middle one has an eye missing. It's seen (or not seen) battle before.












As you can see, i seperated them.













The first peep.













Here is Igor, my assistant. He hands me the toothpicks. He asked not to be in very many pictures.











I told him to tell where the others were or i'd poke him with that toothpick. He admitted to knowing, as his siblings did, but wouldn't tell.











Here is the damage he sustained.













This is an eye.













You can see my next actions clearly.













Peep number two.













I poked him on the top of the head.













Amazingly, the peep held on.













He fell. Poor thing didn't have hands with which to grab.












I stuck two toothpicks in and started to push. I'm starting to feel really mean. Is that a bad sign? Or a good one?













No interesting comment possible. Did you know that hippos kill more people each year than lions, elephants, leopards, buffaloes, and rhinos combined?










Ditto. Did you know that a group of turkeys is called a dule?












Ooh, look, a wound.













Oooh, look, another one.













I took him outside.













I let the cat sniff it in the hope that she would eat it (she's already eaten 'Roasted Garlic Triscuits').











She showed more interest in the camera.













I held it up to the Casval's nose. Notice she turns away. I suspect poisen.
















Ooooooh, peep.













Oooooooh, matches.













Ooooooooh, fire.













This one had enough brains to blow out the match. Wow, that sounded weird…












I tried a couple more times and he wasn't so lucky.












Nope.













Here is the third (and last) peep. She was a girl.













She got the Porcupine Treatment right away. I set her aside to think.












I moved to the back to second peep and decided to take a bite every time he refused to tell.











One bite…













…two bites…













…three bites…













Finally i decapitated him.













Poor porcupined peep…













This is what happened to the porcupined peep. It used to be sideways, but i was smart enough to turn it back. =D Poor poor porcupined peep… >=E (fangs)















Here is a picture of what happened to the rest of the near-dead peeps. They were stuck in a ziplock bag with viniger and baking soda.











With their dying voices they called to their cousins to hide.












Not very smart. That's how i found the cousins.













There they were. I think, when the noise died down, they came from their hiding place. They had two jellybeans left from their rations. I didn't know peeps ate jellybeans. Or anything, for that matter.









I set Igor to watch over them.













Several hours later, i found Igor on his back, empty, but for a single one-ended toothpick to hold a note in place.











I picked it up carefully, in case there were any beakprints.












Notice the note says 'HA HA HA' written sloppily because they don't have arms, hands, fingers, thumbs, or anything with which to grab. How they even wrote that is beyond me.










I bandaged Igor up, but he still isn't the same.













Since i had to let the paper sit for an entire day (to find some scientific thingie), i took two pictures of the clock. One then, one the next day.











Clock number two. Notice it's exactly twenty-four hours later.












Note: This is very late because i lost the camera, then i was almost done when the computer decided to delete the pictures and…*goes on for while with excuses* …