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.