I was told to post some pictures. This one's a test. (As well as my absolute favorite picture ever.) 

Ogden Nash

Bria is always putting such beautiful poems and sonnets on her blog. I'm afraid that Ogden Nash is just not the same thing, but I love his rhymes/poems just as much as a beautiful sonnet!

THE FLY
The Lord in His wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.

THE PANTHER
The panther is like a leopard,
Except it hasn't been peppered,
Should you behold a panther crouch,
Prepare to say ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther,
Don't anther.

THE CENTIPEDE
I objurgate the centiped,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleep-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where he's not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.

CELERY
Calery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.

Now that i'm on the subject of nonsense poems:

LITTLE WILLIE
Willie saw some dynamite,
Couldn't understand it quite;
Curiosity seldom pays:
It rained Willie seven days.

CARELESS WILLIE
Willie, with a thirst for gore
Nailed his sister to the door.
Mother said, with humor quaint:
"Now, Willie dear, don't scratch the paint."

SISTER NELL
In the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She's there yet,
Because it kilt her--
Now we have to buy a filter.

Okay, let's even this out.

NIGHT
Sara Teasdale

Stars over snow,
And in the west a planet
Swinging below a star--
Look for a lovely thing and you will find it,
It is not far--
It never will be far.

A BOOK
Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Okay. I'm "poetried" out. I am feeling like Bria, though...

Courtesy Calls and Such

Busy week. School, school, school, AND MORE SCHOOL! Aaron mentioned tests....oops....My family has a thing that makes it so that the phone rings while we're online, and we can choose to answer it if we want to. If we pick it up we have to hang on within thirty seconds if we want to stay online. Well, the phone just rang. I answered it. "Hello, this is a courtesy call." I hung up. The kids yelled at me. I never listen to courtesy calls, if I can help it. It's usually about an overdue library book. (No, I realized that overdue isn't spelled overdoe. :D) The kiddos (Aaron and Bria) insist that they're usually important and always to listen to them.

However, so much for this post. I'm being bugged and bombarded, literally from both sides, to get off the pc. (Chicken waiting to be done. Brother getting online. You get the picture.)

Blah Blah Blah

I have the most awful and wonderful story to tell. Well, I'm afraid it's more awful thn wonderful. It all happened when I was brushing my teeth on Saturday morning. As I set my toothbrush down I swiped a few things of the counter. I was just going to leave them, but then I heard a "gloink" as something fell into water. Not a good sound. I turned, and horror of horrors! My mom's $300 glasses were slowly sliding down the toilet, never to be seen again...at least, they would have been a gonner but I bravely took the plunge, put my hand in and grabbed them, raced to the sink, and my painful moment was over. the end.

i won't record my experiences with bowling, sounds like a couple people have already done that.

Today I had the enjoyment of going to two consecutive parties. One was a baby shower, the other a birthday party for andrew. (cherilyn and bill's kid.) it was so awesome to catch up with doug, paint alicia's nails, and watch little kids run around, etc.

oh dear, we had the scariest game at the baby shower. you had to undress a doll and dress it again with a diaper and a onesie (sp?), not that hard. BUT there's a catch. your eyes must remain shut. nasty, I tell you! I had to go against the experienced Amy, and sure enough, I lost, but only by two onesie snaps.

The Dronings of My Brother

I'm sitting here in my room listening to Aaron downstairs droning on about the unfairness of not being able to make cookies when one wishes. But it isn't just simple "droning," he created a speech, wrote a bill, had it signed, and presented it to my mom. What cleverness. I think that I would really hate writing a bill...I'm afraid I'd be a lousy senator.

I have been doing simply tons of reading recently. I think that I have madly devoured eight books in seven days. The drought of no reading (for me at least) has ended! I used to be quite the avid reader, but I stopped that delightful habit last summer and didn't pick up more than five books in something like half a year. And then I had to get some books to read for school, (Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry, Kim, The Jungle Book, The Time Machine, War of the Worlds, etc) and so I went to the library for the first time in what seemed forever. There were some surprises there for me. The books had been rearranged, there were many, many new books, the skinniest librarian is now plump, they have a larger and better collection of movies, etc. I quickly picked fourteen books off the shelves at my last visit, (yesterday) and have finished two....

*Sigh*...I love this blogging. I don't know what I'd do if there weren't a few interesting blogs. Probably not even bother to go online at all. For a while there I was getting tired of the whole world of blogging, but recently my interest has been renewed, and although this is not one of my most interesting posts, and you might not have known just to read it, I am happily revived.

OOOOOOOOOOOH! I just was looking up something in the dictionary and the most pleasant word popped out and stuck itself in my face. As a matter of fact, quite a few fun and interesting words have come to my interest:
razzmatazz-just saw that one
mellifluous
zephyr
atavistic
pulchritudinous....

I'm being paged...(to go do a frustrating and simple task of throwing together a salad.)

What Happened To Happily Ever After?

I'm really mad, cause i just watched this movie called Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn, and it ended just the way i was hoping it wouldn't. She's in love with this guy since she was little and then he realizes he loves her after she gets back from being away and then she decides the person she REALLY loves is his brother...Humphrey Bogart. That's a rough summary. Very disappointing. She really should have married the one she loved all along...

Not On Yer Life

Just felt like saying that, actually quoting Aaron because he said that to me because I was terrorizing him and spraying him with scented water, and after he gave me a frustrated glance I pointed out that he had not said "please don't" and then he shot back and said that I hadn't said "may I?" so I asked him and he said, "Not on yer life!" The End

Wow, I feel like Victor Hugo or something. Wasn't he the person who wrote a twenty page sentence or something? It's really rather fun. I wonder if he managed it without run-ons....

Today was the norm. Basketball, reading, ice cream, basketball: 21, horse, one on one, sleeping, etc. A norm Saturday, at least. Ryan's getting wicked good at basketball. He has beat me in horse twice and almost in 21. Life is getting scary.

Yesterday Bria and I felt like going for a drive, so we jumped in the car and returned some stuff for Mom at Walmart. We stopped at a couple clothes stores, one of which is a second hand store with a weird lady who runs it. I was wearing my kind of crinkly, peasanty, green skirt, and there was this girl in the second hand store, who when I walked through the door promptly told me I had a "sick skirt." Ah, the utmost compliment. Doesn't it kind of weird you out how compliments and words can be just, well, freaky? Cool, dude, hot, sick, sweet, just how they're used. Everything eventually seems so cliche. I'll just say something classy like spiffy or snazzy or fun or something. I refuse to say sick!

Bubblin' Over

Those of you who have been lucky enough to come to my house and spend a night in our addition are probably acquainted with our jacuzzi bathtub. It's really deep, with jets that blow water, and it has a huge faucet.....etc. Anyway, a few times we accidentally put too much soap or shampoo in the bathwater. It actually doesn't really matter how much you put in, whether it's in your hair or a dollop on a toy boat, it will bubble up higher and higher. (with the jets running, I mean) I've had a few fun times making Duncan look like Santa Clause, and Ryan has gone in and scooped out suds to make himself look like an old geezer, too.

Today, the bathtub was filled quite high, the jets were running, and there happened to be some soap in the tub. THink you know what's going to happen? Okay, so Nancy and Ian were out on a car ride, Mom was upstairs, and the rest of us five kids were outside playing basketball. (Two on two, my team won. :D) I was getting Duncan ready to go outside, and I went into the hallway to get his boots, and as I leaned over I heard the sound of the jets running. Seemed like they'd been on for a while, so I meandered over to the bathroom. Once in the room, one gigantic "Holy Cow!!" pierced the air. The bath had bubbled over three feet out onto the floor, and had reached almost a towering foot above the level of the bath. I waded through the suds, swished around until I found the jet button, turned it off, and waded back out. I had forgotten to take off my flip-flops, so they were very greasy...

Our cat, Ketch, has been limping around on three paws for a day or two now. He was holding a front paw gingerly, and meowed whenever anyone tried to touch it. Finally, my mom took him to the vet today. Apparently, he got into a cat fight, and a bad infection set in. Poor kitty. He has to spend the night at the "hospital" while the people shave his paw and clean out the infection. Unfortunately, we were late with getting his rabies shot this year, so he may get rabies within six months. So, if you see foaming at the mouth and staggering around any time soon, stand your distance!

House or Infirmary?

There is only one other time in my life that I can remember my whole family being sick. These past six days have come close, but it wouldn't count to say we're all sick because Dad isn't. Just the 87.5% rest of us is. (Thanks to Aaron for the percent, I hate diong math when i'm sick.)

sorry for the short and gloomy report...