For some of you I've been commenting on your blogs that you have not been posting... but neither have I. Seeing this horrible mistake I decided I should blog even if I don't have ANYTHING to talk about... this is what I'm doing currently. What should I write about?
Well, here's the deal. When something interesting comes up, I'll tell you.
2008年2月21日木曜日
Alvin and the Chipmunks
I found this site on the internet that allows you to either speak into a microphone or write a saying into your computer and it will make the saying sound like a chipmunk, or your voice in a much higher and quicker tone. It's pretty funny. Me, being the kinde and unselfish person who's ALWAYS thinking of others, decided I should show you guys. Please visit wisely.
Go to www.munkyourself.com/us, click 'get munked', make your wondrous chipmunk, choose how you'd like to make your chipmunk speak, and preview your bewildering creation!
Go to www.munkyourself.com/us, click 'get munked', make your wondrous chipmunk, choose how you'd like to make your chipmunk speak, and preview your bewildering creation!
2008年2月19日火曜日
Why Me?
Like so many others, I am sick. I started to feel it coming on about Sunday and knowing that many others were wick, I took lots of medication... it didn't work. I went snowboarding with a church group on Monday, and it was absolutely FREEZING!!! That definately didn't help my cold. I don't think I have the flu though. Just a bad cough and a runny nose. Sometimes I get dizzy and feel literally sick to my stomach. I didn't go to school today. That was definately the worst part. Just kidding. I had a big presentation today. Too bad.
The list of the victims? Tell me if I missed any.
1. Me
2. James
3. Dad
4. Michael - is he still sick?
5. Rebecca
6. Charity
7. Sarah
8. Andrew
9. Casey
10. Mark H.
11. And many many more
Who's next?...
The list of the victims? Tell me if I missed any.
1. Me
2. James
3. Dad
4. Michael - is he still sick?
5. Rebecca
6. Charity
7. Sarah
8. Andrew
9. Casey
10. Mark H.
11. And many many more
Who's next?...
2008年2月12日火曜日
Happy Happenings
My parents left for COSTA RICA on Friday afternoon. I, unfortunately (just kidding!), am stuck with my wonderful, peppy, blonde (don't count that against her) cousin Sarah. I did the same 2 years ago when my parents went some where else. I enjoyed it, so I asked for her again. We are enjoying ourselves as much as we can on this white week. Sarah managed to get home last night after the snowstorm. Tuesday she had to have Loren pick her up in his hefty four-wheel-drive pick-up. We folded oragami Friday night, painted our wooden shapes Sunday night, and have yet to become bored... ok, maybe not that last one. Well, this fun has come to an end. My parents came home from there vacation yesterday morning. O how tanned they are.
Thursday was valentines day... HAPPY VALENTINES!!! Not much happened.
Today is Dillon's 9th birthday. He's having some cousins over (he's got a big list to choose from). We're going bowling in Hull.
Happy Happenings!
Thursday was valentines day... HAPPY VALENTINES!!! Not much happened.
Today is Dillon's 9th birthday. He's having some cousins over (he's got a big list to choose from). We're going bowling in Hull.
Happy Happenings!
2008年2月6日水曜日
Funny Jokes!
Three blonde friends died together in a car wreck. They found themselves standing in front of the pearly gates with St. Peter. He told them that before they could enter heaven, they had to tell him what Easter was about.
The first blonde said, "Easter is a big holiday where we give thanks, have a big feast and eat turkey."
"Nooooo," said St. Peter. "You don't get in."
The second blonde said, "Easter is the holiday that we celebrate Jesus' being born of the virgin and give gifts to each other."
"Nooooo," said St. Peter. "You don't get in, either."
The third blonde said, "Well, I know what Easter is all about. Easter is a Christian holiday which coincides with the Jewish Passover. After Jesus celebrated Passover with His disciples, He was betrayed by Judas and turned over to the Romans. They crucified Him on a cross. After He died, they buried him in a tomb and put a huge boulder in front of it."
"Very good!" said St. Peter.
The blonde continued. "Now, every year, the Jews roll the stone away and Jesus comes out. If He sees his shadow, we have 6 more weeks of basketball."
A Sunday school teacher asked her class, "What was Jesus' mother's name?"
One child answered, "Mary."
The teacher then asked, "Who knows what Jesus' father's name was?"
A little kid said, "Verge."
Confused, the teacher asked, "Where did you get that?"
The kid said, "Well, you know they are always talking about Verge n' Mary.
Also, in the newspaper today, it said that clowns were meating in a church in East London today. Just thought it was some funny news you might want to know.
The first blonde said, "Easter is a big holiday where we give thanks, have a big feast and eat turkey."
"Nooooo," said St. Peter. "You don't get in."
The second blonde said, "Easter is the holiday that we celebrate Jesus' being born of the virgin and give gifts to each other."
"Nooooo," said St. Peter. "You don't get in, either."
The third blonde said, "Well, I know what Easter is all about. Easter is a Christian holiday which coincides with the Jewish Passover. After Jesus celebrated Passover with His disciples, He was betrayed by Judas and turned over to the Romans. They crucified Him on a cross. After He died, they buried him in a tomb and put a huge boulder in front of it."
"Very good!" said St. Peter.
The blonde continued. "Now, every year, the Jews roll the stone away and Jesus comes out. If He sees his shadow, we have 6 more weeks of basketball."
A Sunday school teacher asked her class, "What was Jesus' mother's name?"
One child answered, "Mary."
The teacher then asked, "Who knows what Jesus' father's name was?"
A little kid said, "Verge."
Confused, the teacher asked, "Where did you get that?"
The kid said, "Well, you know they are always talking about Verge n' Mary.
Also, in the newspaper today, it said that clowns were meating in a church in East London today. Just thought it was some funny news you might want to know.
2008年2月4日月曜日
THE GREAT LIVESTOCK LEGACY
Great news! We have stumbled upon remnants of Mitch the Midget's journal. We believe you will be pleased to find many of Mitch's private thoughts and quests. Enjoy, midget marveller.
I was sleeping, dreaming of my admirable size and stature, when I hear a helpless mortal shouting, "MITCH, MITCH, O MARVELOUS MITCH!! WE ARE IN NEED OF YOUR HELP!!" I awoke to find that Eugene the Euphonious, my conducive neighbor, was trapped in the depths of the trechorous ditches of Iowa. He needed a midget's help immediately!
I sprang into action. There was no time to spare! Euphonious Eugene needed my help! I got dressed as quickly as I could, remembering that it was almost -1,000 degrees Farenhuit outside. In my heedless rush to help Eugene the Euphonious I impulsively grabbed my elevator shoes as to impress the dwarf ladies. There was no time for that now. There was disorder that had to be delt with.
Once outside my toasty home, I leaped (mind you this is a midget leaping, so I didn't leap very far) to Eugene the Euphonious who was on his knees, trembling in my presence. He pleaded for me to help him in his unnoble cause; He was stuck in the before-mentioned ditch outside the Midget Mansion, and there was to much weight on his truck for him to escape his fate. He needed innocent cattle taken off as to lift the weight of his doomed truck. I agreed to help.
We needed a plan of action, and fast. I, being of course the leader and therefore the plan-maker, came up with our brilliant plan. We would lead the exemplary beasts to the nearest gates, blocking every known path they would have to make getaway.
After securing the premesis, I and my followers started the migration of the bovine beasts. It was all going well and according to plan under my watchful eye, when a rare winged cow flew out from the truck. I had only read about this kind of thing happening in books. It was a beautiful sight, but I could not just admire this beautiful specimen, I had to capture it and make it grant me 2 1/2 wishes. This was a one in a three chance, so I had to take advantage of this. I flew to the animal using fairy dust. I had read about the dangerosity of this beast, so I used my special Kung Fu powers mixed with some Judo to take down the steer and capture it. I was very proud of myself. I, Mitch the Midget, had caught a flying cow! Now, what shall I use it's wishes it has been obliged to give me for?
I was sleeping, dreaming of my admirable size and stature, when I hear a helpless mortal shouting, "MITCH, MITCH, O MARVELOUS MITCH!! WE ARE IN NEED OF YOUR HELP!!" I awoke to find that Eugene the Euphonious, my conducive neighbor, was trapped in the depths of the trechorous ditches of Iowa. He needed a midget's help immediately!
I sprang into action. There was no time to spare! Euphonious Eugene needed my help! I got dressed as quickly as I could, remembering that it was almost -1,000 degrees Farenhuit outside. In my heedless rush to help Eugene the Euphonious I impulsively grabbed my elevator shoes as to impress the dwarf ladies. There was no time for that now. There was disorder that had to be delt with.
Once outside my toasty home, I leaped (mind you this is a midget leaping, so I didn't leap very far) to Eugene the Euphonious who was on his knees, trembling in my presence. He pleaded for me to help him in his unnoble cause; He was stuck in the before-mentioned ditch outside the Midget Mansion, and there was to much weight on his truck for him to escape his fate. He needed innocent cattle taken off as to lift the weight of his doomed truck. I agreed to help.
We needed a plan of action, and fast. I, being of course the leader and therefore the plan-maker, came up with our brilliant plan. We would lead the exemplary beasts to the nearest gates, blocking every known path they would have to make getaway.
After securing the premesis, I and my followers started the migration of the bovine beasts. It was all going well and according to plan under my watchful eye, when a rare winged cow flew out from the truck. I had only read about this kind of thing happening in books. It was a beautiful sight, but I could not just admire this beautiful specimen, I had to capture it and make it grant me 2 1/2 wishes. This was a one in a three chance, so I had to take advantage of this. I flew to the animal using fairy dust. I had read about the dangerosity of this beast, so I used my special Kung Fu powers mixed with some Judo to take down the steer and capture it. I was very proud of myself. I, Mitch the Midget, had caught a flying cow! Now, what shall I use it's wishes it has been obliged to give me for?
2008年2月2日土曜日
HAPPY... ummmm... HAPPY FESTIVITIES!!!
I was thinking, and many things are going on today. I made a list in no particular order...
1. Michael's Birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL! (How old?)
2. Groundhog's Day! HAPPY GROUNDHOG'S DAY EVERYONE! (Did he see his shadow?)
3. Candlemas Day! HAPPY CANDLEMAS DAY EVERYONE! (It's a catholic holiday)
4. And it's... a) National Patient Recognition Week b) Solo Diners Eat Out Weekend and c) Women's Heart Week
Also, last night my mom wanted to cut my bangs because she (and other needless to be named cousins *cough* Charity *coughy* Rebecca *cough*) thought that my bangs were much too long. She decided to cut them with a home scissors and a mirror. Wow, do I regret that! I decided then that I extremely disliked my new dew. The next morning we planned a haircut at Renae's in Sioux Center (not my usual haircutting place). Now I think they cut it too short. I guess it could be worse though.
The usual observant people (and maybe even some not so observant people) may have noticed that something is quite different about my blog. Is it a new color? Is everything bolded? Did it get a haircut? NO! I changed the language of my dates to Irish. For something new. Maybe we can all learn a little Irish from this unmitigated wonder.
HAPPY FESTIVITIES!!!!!!!
1. Michael's Birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL! (How old?)
2. Groundhog's Day! HAPPY GROUNDHOG'S DAY EVERYONE! (Did he see his shadow?)
3. Candlemas Day! HAPPY CANDLEMAS DAY EVERYONE! (It's a catholic holiday)
4. And it's... a) National Patient Recognition Week b) Solo Diners Eat Out Weekend and c) Women's Heart Week
Also, last night my mom wanted to cut my bangs because she (and other needless to be named cousins *cough* Charity *coughy* Rebecca *cough*) thought that my bangs were much too long. She decided to cut them with a home scissors and a mirror. Wow, do I regret that! I decided then that I extremely disliked my new dew. The next morning we planned a haircut at Renae's in Sioux Center (not my usual haircutting place). Now I think they cut it too short. I guess it could be worse though.
The usual observant people (and maybe even some not so observant people) may have noticed that something is quite different about my blog. Is it a new color? Is everything bolded? Did it get a haircut? NO! I changed the language of my dates to Irish. For something new. Maybe we can all learn a little Irish from this unmitigated wonder.
HAPPY FESTIVITIES!!!!!!!
2008年2月1日金曜日
Hmmmmm... What Shall I Eat Today?
WAITER!!! I would like to order now please...
I think I shall have a 12" plate filled to the brim with cheese balls with 99.9% tomatoey ketchup along with some extra-salty french fries made in Gettysburg Arizona at exactly 1264 Ft in altitude over a fire while an eskimo roasts his marshmallows the north side first... how else do you make french fries? Then I shall have ordered my beginning course containing the choicest meats including beef, broccolli, and a hair of lettuce cooked rightside up by an antibidextrous brazilian monk who never eats cheese except on every other Tuesday. Then I shall have my 2nd course which pertains mainly to the western half of afri-euro-asierican-austrantica. You know, that weird country with a ton of french fried fish, and not enough starch? Well, this course contains deep, fat fried fish with some positively pruned purple peas hand picked by handless Chinese widdows. Now for the main meal... the ICE CREAM!! This shall be scooped by foot from the tippy top of candy mountain by nearly-headless-nick's sister's daughter's only uncle after he has finished playing a very laborious game of tennis with the president of eurikasville. After he scoops this very exquisite ice cream, this highly esteemed person will come down candy mountain in such a way, bistandards will think he is a mountain goat challenging his panda-bear neighbor to a cook-off... as always. I would like chocolate dollops ordered from the French owned West,East, Upside-Down India Trade Company with tiny shavings of goose feathers built into their structure, just the way Prince Traitero of Made-upsville likes it. After all these scrumptious ingredients have arrived, an invisible servant, who was born in the middle of the Earth and raised by a flock of ants in Tisbekistania, will mix these delectable components in a bowl hand knitted by the King's wife's daughter's son's sister's mother's husband with two needles fabricated in the depths of the dreaded Fluffy Pink Unicorn Sea. After mixing these scrumptious ingredients together in the hand-knitted bowl while whistling to the tune of 'I Wish I Were an Oscar Meyer Weiner', the servant will trip over an internationaly feared banana peel. She will then notice a mysterious marking in the left side of the righty's right leg, right? It will be a sign from her long lost mother-in-law from the planet Nebulon. She must leave immediately. After her absenteeism, an everyday person shall take over her job. He will fry the idolized ice-cream over a burning fire alvin and the chipmunks accidentally started. Then he shall fly to the north or south pole (doesn't matter which) A.S.A.P. via a mongoose with a skin condition. He shall then freeze the melted ice-cream in a freezer at EXACTLY -23.7835 degrees Farenhuit. He would have just kept it outside to freeze, but it was -23.7836 degrees Farenhuit outside. That was much too cold. Now for the 4th meal accomodating mostly fruits vegetables and whatever tomatoes are. Bowls filled to the brink with lucious fruits, and plates buried knee-deep in greasy vegetables. Concluding my 4th meal I would like to acquire 17 antelope pancreas' containing diet 3% goat's milk inside the scaly skin of the charred pancreas. As my 5th meal begins I'd like to obtain some crackers... saltine please, I absolutely shudder at the sound of unsalted crackers! For the 6th and a 1/2 meal, I would think a Southwestern Korean malt, stirred not shaken, would fit along with some medium rare brussel sprouts. Concluding my 7 course meal, I would think a cherry on top of everything except the french fries made in Gettysburg Arizona at exactly 1263 Ft in altitude over a fire while an eskimo roasts his marshmallows the north side first. Oh, I mean the french fries made in Gettysburg Arizona at exactly 12 thousand and sixty FOUR Ft in altitude over a fire while an eskimo roasts his marshmallows the north side first. That will be all.
Oh! I'm sorry! I'm deaf in this ear! I didn't hear a WORD you just said. Can you please repeat that?
Oh, why of course! Well, as I was saying, I'd like a...
I think I shall have a 12" plate filled to the brim with cheese balls with 99.9% tomatoey ketchup along with some extra-salty french fries made in Gettysburg Arizona at exactly 1264 Ft in altitude over a fire while an eskimo roasts his marshmallows the north side first... how else do you make french fries? Then I shall have ordered my beginning course containing the choicest meats including beef, broccolli, and a hair of lettuce cooked rightside up by an antibidextrous brazilian monk who never eats cheese except on every other Tuesday. Then I shall have my 2nd course which pertains mainly to the western half of afri-euro-asierican-austrantica. You know, that weird country with a ton of french fried fish, and not enough starch? Well, this course contains deep, fat fried fish with some positively pruned purple peas hand picked by handless Chinese widdows. Now for the main meal... the ICE CREAM!! This shall be scooped by foot from the tippy top of candy mountain by nearly-headless-nick's sister's daughter's only uncle after he has finished playing a very laborious game of tennis with the president of eurikasville. After he scoops this very exquisite ice cream, this highly esteemed person will come down candy mountain in such a way, bistandards will think he is a mountain goat challenging his panda-bear neighbor to a cook-off... as always. I would like chocolate dollops ordered from the French owned West,East, Upside-Down India Trade Company with tiny shavings of goose feathers built into their structure, just the way Prince Traitero of Made-upsville likes it. After all these scrumptious ingredients have arrived, an invisible servant, who was born in the middle of the Earth and raised by a flock of ants in Tisbekistania, will mix these delectable components in a bowl hand knitted by the King's wife's daughter's son's sister's mother's husband with two needles fabricated in the depths of the dreaded Fluffy Pink Unicorn Sea. After mixing these scrumptious ingredients together in the hand-knitted bowl while whistling to the tune of 'I Wish I Were an Oscar Meyer Weiner', the servant will trip over an internationaly feared banana peel. She will then notice a mysterious marking in the left side of the righty's right leg, right? It will be a sign from her long lost mother-in-law from the planet Nebulon. She must leave immediately. After her absenteeism, an everyday person shall take over her job. He will fry the idolized ice-cream over a burning fire alvin and the chipmunks accidentally started. Then he shall fly to the north or south pole (doesn't matter which) A.S.A.P. via a mongoose with a skin condition. He shall then freeze the melted ice-cream in a freezer at EXACTLY -23.7835 degrees Farenhuit. He would have just kept it outside to freeze, but it was -23.7836 degrees Farenhuit outside. That was much too cold. Now for the 4th meal accomodating mostly fruits vegetables and whatever tomatoes are. Bowls filled to the brink with lucious fruits, and plates buried knee-deep in greasy vegetables. Concluding my 4th meal I would like to acquire 17 antelope pancreas' containing diet 3% goat's milk inside the scaly skin of the charred pancreas. As my 5th meal begins I'd like to obtain some crackers... saltine please, I absolutely shudder at the sound of unsalted crackers! For the 6th and a 1/2 meal, I would think a Southwestern Korean malt, stirred not shaken, would fit along with some medium rare brussel sprouts. Concluding my 7 course meal, I would think a cherry on top of everything except the french fries made in Gettysburg Arizona at exactly 1263 Ft in altitude over a fire while an eskimo roasts his marshmallows the north side first. Oh, I mean the french fries made in Gettysburg Arizona at exactly 12 thousand and sixty FOUR Ft in altitude over a fire while an eskimo roasts his marshmallows the north side first. That will be all.
Oh! I'm sorry! I'm deaf in this ear! I didn't hear a WORD you just said. Can you please repeat that?
Oh, why of course! Well, as I was saying, I'd like a...
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