Aaron and I were perusing our blog archives recently. We winced, laughed, and snorted at former blunders, typos, and wordings. All that is behind us now! We're official bloggers now, no longer diary-blogger-wannabes.
Several sentences from various posts amused me. Amused is an understatement; they left us in stitches. It was all sort of accumulatively funny; blunt upon witty upon untactful, etc. I picked out 29 choice ones. There were lots and lots of others that were hilarious, but they all had to do with inside jokes or were simply too embarrassing to repeat.
1. I've a little bit of a problem though, is a dragonfly a boy or a girl? I have a feeling that a damselfly's the girl. Oh phew, someone just told me that there are mail and female ones of both. That takes a load of my shoulders...
2.I thought that this Science would be the worst thing that happened to me since brussel sprouts, but it's really not that bad!
3. Wow, i actually remembered something!
4.I didn't know that food meant so much to me, until now!
5. well, too many posts already today so i'll keep this one short! (Is there such a thing as too many posts?)
6. It only takes a couple million dollars! (In total seriousness.)
7. Did you know that a stunt guy actually died filming that? (About Ben Hur.) I find that really sad, cause I would love to be a movie stunt person, and I really don't want to die on set.
8. Eugene whatever-his-name-is made an AWESOME interception/catch. (Trying to show off my "knowledge" of the Patriots when there really was no knowledge to show off.)
9. I do not love it when people have fingers in my mouth.
10. I decided that I'm loony too. Not really, actually. I just felt like saying I am, cause i love the word loony.
11. I pinned it (my hair) up to the back of my head (not the front) with tons of clips.
12. They were white, which fortunately my eyebrows are not.
13. The tractor was slowly going down. Glug glug glug. It sounded like that.
14. They're far from boring but they're not interesting
15. I was so good this evening!
16. I took a nice long, relaxing weekend away just to refresh my mind so that I'd have something new to write about. Wait, that doesn't make sense, and I didn't take a vacation to refresh my mind anyway.
17. The Main House is big and empty and vacant since nobody's there. (Soo redundant.)
18. (We) hauled our hefty bags (no, they were not trash bags) into the house.
19. Us three girls (don't tell me, I did it wrong. is it objective or nominative case? I just learned that, but I guess I didn't really...)
20. After resisting the urge to dip in the 33 degree water, we went back. (That doesn't sound like an urge at all!)
21. I was such a smart little girl
22. Aaron served the ball and i saw it out of the corner of my eye and dived for it and my high heeled clogs gave way from under me and i tumbled to the floor, a mass of me. (pardon the "mass of me" bit, i was going to say a mass of arms and legs, but that didn't sound too flattering, so i chose the alternative.)
23.There was a very little amount of sleep for everyone, because a person who I will not mention had snoring issues. (I meant "a person whose name I will not mention")
24. I must go, I love long posts, and though none can be too long, I guess some can get rawther close to that. (Contrary to quote #5.)
25. 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
26. It turns out that Clyde wasn't raptured.
27. I’m not usually in a thoughtful mood like I am now, and it’s a rather strange feeling to put a few of my many thoughts down on paper.
28. Even though I like to be slothful I'm glad I am not a sloth...(I believe that was a very profound and intelligent statement.)
29. The part where the ferry tips over and all the people are in the water trying to escape the tripods made me want to become a really fast swimmer. That way if a tripod was ever chasing me, I'd escape.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 07, 2006
THE Post
Oy vey. My post, THE post, is here at last. I ask myself, how am I finding time to write a blog post, while meanwhile the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season keeps on hustling and bustling around me, sometimes catching me in its grips and sometimes releasing me for a moments peace...a peace during which I blog to tell my readers, that I am going to blog no more this year. I'm so busy, so active right now. I have so little time to blog. When I do get a spare moment, I call a friend, or write a friend. I love information first-hand. I also love telling people my most recent news when I can see their face and reaction. PURELY SELFISH!
But everyone, have one jolly, Merry Christmas!
(Advice of the day: Do NOT download iTunes free holiday song of the week, Jingle Bells by James Taylor. On second thought, maybe you should. I can't stop laughing when I hear it. It's the most hilarious Christmas carol, ever!)
But everyone, have one jolly, Merry Christmas!
(Advice of the day: Do NOT download iTunes free holiday song of the week, Jingle Bells by James Taylor. On second thought, maybe you should. I can't stop laughing when I hear it. It's the most hilarious Christmas carol, ever!)
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Damien Hirst Works of Art
This Little Piggy Went to Market, This Little Piggy Stayed Home
The Physical Impossibility of Death In the Mind of Someone Living
Isolated Elements Swimming in the Same Direction for the Purposes of Understanding
Well, I thought these were pretty hilarious. They look like they took a long time to make. That's about the extent of my artistic criticism for the day.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Olimpio Fusco
John Singer Sargent's Olimpio Fusco is one of my very favorite works of art. Just thought I'd share it so you all could enjoy it as well.
Monday, October 23, 2006
ROADKILL!!
Last night I ran over three baby raccoons. I am in denial and don't want to talk about it. Here's what happened: I was driving back from town with my mom. It was late, and I was tired. I was within a couple miles of my house, heading up a hill, my highbeams were on, when I saw a car approaching. I flicked my high beams off and there DIRECTLY in front of me was a family of raccoons waddling across the road. We just went over roadkill in Drivers Ed., so I checked my rearview mirror, prepared to step on the brake. There was no one behind me. I was going to brake, but then I saw that there was just no chance of not hitting them, so I didn't bother braking too much. There was no way I was going to swerve to avoid the critters. There was dirt to my right and oncoming cars to my left. Sigh. Then I hit them. THUNK. I didn't run over any with the wheels, but I believe I hit the back of one with my undercarriage, and possibly got two of the other five or so raccoon kittens, cubs, or whatever you call them. I just started wailing, not crying but wailing, and it was all horrible horrible horrible!!! I drove by the place this morning, and didn't see any dead animals nearby, so I'm hoping all I did was stun the raccoon. Aaron said that we should go and get it for dinner. Daddy said, well, I'm not going to say what he said. It was sad and cruel, not to be repeated.
That is my terrible story. I can't believe I've already contributed roadkill to the already "roadkilled-out" country, before I've even gotten my license.
That is my terrible story. I can't believe I've already contributed roadkill to the already "roadkilled-out" country, before I've even gotten my license.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thirty Days of NO BLOGS!
I'm back! I've had a month with NO blogs or xangas or myspaces or livejournals or any other cyberspace stuff. It's been refreshing and enjoyable. I didn't swear off internet all together, I still had to use it for school and such. Anyway, a few things that've happened in the last month:
- I caught on fire. Actually, my sweater did. (It was just yesterday!) I am amazed at how quickly I started thinking once I realized my sweater was burning. HeywhudjaknowI'monfire,perhapsIshoulddosomethingaboutit,
thisisjustlikelastyearwhen mymom'ssweatercaughtonfire,hmm,maybeIshould
stopdropandroll. I was about to stop, drop, and roll, but the fire went out. It lasted only about two seconds, thankfully. I liked the sweater I was wearing, and wanted to keep it blue without large brown spots. Although my sweater wasn't burnt, I reeked of burnt yarn all evening. Yick. - I am over halfway done with Drivers Ed.!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Be back later...
This is Aaron hacking Cara's blog to tell you all that she is taking a break from blogging and will be back to amuse and gratify her audience in about three weeks. In the meantime, here's another cool blog you can check out . . . .
Click here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Click here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
"The African Letter " Sounds like a murder mystery or something.
The other day I was sorting our mail-we sort my Dad's office mail from our home mail-and I came across a letter addressed to me. It was a small envelope, there was no return address, and about five stamps labeled "Burkina Faso" were on it. Huh. The address was handwritten. I wondered if it was from a missionary? Naw, I never get that kind of letter. An old pen-pal writing me again? It couldn't be that, my two pen-pals I've had were both from Thailand. Well, I guess they could be in Burkina Faso now, but it seemed kind of unlikely. Then I figured out what it was. "It's Anthrax!" I yelled, and Aaron grabbed the envelope and held it up to the light in mock fear. No such luck, we weren't going to die after all. Everything was as it should be. The only contents of the envelope were a few sheets of paper.
This makes me remember something from a few years ago when the Anthrax scare was, um, a scare. It was a crisp morning in fall, actually that's not important but I put it in for effect. I don't think it did much for the story, though. Anyway, a bunch of my family was standing around the table as we sorted through the mail. When the mail comes we all hover about the person sorting it, ready to pounce on World or Anthropologie or Readers Digest. Mama, who happened to be the "sorter", picked up an envelope from some unknown company in some random Asian country. It's not quite clear how the idea got into her head, but somehow she decided the envelope contained Anthrax. She had us leave it on the steps outside, then we all had to scrub our hands in bleach water. We were going to wait till Daddy got home to see what he thought about the letter, but it flew away so we never found out what really was in it. I think it was a missionary group asking for money. I bet they never thought it would be mistaken for some bio-chemical-whatever they're called.
Back to "The African Letter." I opened the envelope, took it out, and was really surprised to see a letter ALL IN FRENCH! Eh wot? I could translate a few words here and there but not nearly enough to get the gist of the letter. I called Bria, but she was working at Fairwood, and there was no way I could read the letter to her. (My French accent is atrocious) Aaron worked on it for most of the afternoon, and managed to translate most of it.
It turns out it was a letter from a girl I sent a shoebox to through Operation Christmas Child. Every year our church participates in Operation Christmas Child, which is organized by Samaritan's Purse. People fill a shoebox with small fun gifts for a child in a particular age group. They wrap the box and drop it off at an Operation Christmas Child box drop off place, where the volunteers who work there send them out to all over the world to needy, poverty stricken people. For the past few years I've filled a shoebox at each Christmas, and it has become one of my favorite parts of the Christmas season. I usualy make a box for a girl in the 5-8 age group, filling it with hair accessories, play jewelry, hard candy, and art and school supplies.
I filled a box as usual last year, had it dropped off at the right place, then promptly forgot about it. I'll post the translated letter once I get the complete thing back from Bria who is working on it.
From what Aaron and I translated, the letter was from a five year old girl saying she was sorry she hadn't written sooner, she thought I was the nicest girl in the world, she can't wait for me to send her more presents, and she is five years old. Saying her age twice seemed to be a very five-oldish touch to the letter. I think it must have been written by her mother, because the handwriting was definitely not that of an average kid her age. Maybe they have really good handwriting in Burkina Faso.
And as to the Red Sox game, yes we lost, but we had an awesome time there. Fenway seemed so huge and small at the same time to me. To read reports of it visit Aaron's and Ryan's blogs. Here are the people who ended up going to the game: Daddy, Bria, Aaron, Ryan, me, Doug, Elizabeth, Katherine, Uncle Dave, Ben, Andrew B., and Katie A. It was such a party!!!
This makes me remember something from a few years ago when the Anthrax scare was, um, a scare. It was a crisp morning in fall, actually that's not important but I put it in for effect. I don't think it did much for the story, though. Anyway, a bunch of my family was standing around the table as we sorted through the mail. When the mail comes we all hover about the person sorting it, ready to pounce on World or Anthropologie or Readers Digest. Mama, who happened to be the "sorter", picked up an envelope from some unknown company in some random Asian country. It's not quite clear how the idea got into her head, but somehow she decided the envelope contained Anthrax. She had us leave it on the steps outside, then we all had to scrub our hands in bleach water. We were going to wait till Daddy got home to see what he thought about the letter, but it flew away so we never found out what really was in it. I think it was a missionary group asking for money. I bet they never thought it would be mistaken for some bio-chemical-whatever they're called.
Back to "The African Letter." I opened the envelope, took it out, and was really surprised to see a letter ALL IN FRENCH! Eh wot? I could translate a few words here and there but not nearly enough to get the gist of the letter. I called Bria, but she was working at Fairwood, and there was no way I could read the letter to her. (My French accent is atrocious) Aaron worked on it for most of the afternoon, and managed to translate most of it.
It turns out it was a letter from a girl I sent a shoebox to through Operation Christmas Child. Every year our church participates in Operation Christmas Child, which is organized by Samaritan's Purse. People fill a shoebox with small fun gifts for a child in a particular age group. They wrap the box and drop it off at an Operation Christmas Child box drop off place, where the volunteers who work there send them out to all over the world to needy, poverty stricken people. For the past few years I've filled a shoebox at each Christmas, and it has become one of my favorite parts of the Christmas season. I usualy make a box for a girl in the 5-8 age group, filling it with hair accessories, play jewelry, hard candy, and art and school supplies.
I filled a box as usual last year, had it dropped off at the right place, then promptly forgot about it. I'll post the translated letter once I get the complete thing back from Bria who is working on it.
From what Aaron and I translated, the letter was from a five year old girl saying she was sorry she hadn't written sooner, she thought I was the nicest girl in the world, she can't wait for me to send her more presents, and she is five years old. Saying her age twice seemed to be a very five-oldish touch to the letter. I think it must have been written by her mother, because the handwriting was definitely not that of an average kid her age. Maybe they have really good handwriting in Burkina Faso.
And as to the Red Sox game, yes we lost, but we had an awesome time there. Fenway seemed so huge and small at the same time to me. To read reports of it visit Aaron's and Ryan's blogs. Here are the people who ended up going to the game: Daddy, Bria, Aaron, Ryan, me, Doug, Elizabeth, Katherine, Uncle Dave, Ben, Andrew B., and Katie A. It was such a party!!!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Look For Me On TV...
We're going to a Red Sox vs. White Sox game tonight! Pray the game doesn't get rained out and that the Red Sox don't lost too badly tonight. (And if it's not too much, pray that maybe they'll actually win and get out of this disgusting slump. At least we haven't been doing too bad against the White Sox.) Someone gave us two tickets (Thanks Mr. L!) and we bought five more tickets for very cheap. A lot of Red Sox fans seem to be pretty discouraged right now. It was unbelievably easy to ge t good seats. So if you want to go to a Sox game before the season's out, today's the day!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
New Hairstyle!
Impulsive. Sometimes I get in this impulsive mood where I just want to do something crazy. 999's blog gave me ideas, and here's what happened:
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Blue
For lack of time, I'm posting a picture from Girls' Week as well as a picture from last year, but I was playing with it recently and inverted to the colors. I'm also refraining from blue quotes. Time, time, where is the time?
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Red (My Favorite Color)
Another twirling picture.
And a picture of the writing on my shirt in case the skirt picture isn't red enough.
Some quotes for you:
When in doubt wear red.
Bill Blass
Red is the ultimate cure for sadness
Bill Blass
Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid.
Jules Feiffer
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Color Week Is Da Bomb!
I'm so into this color week. Not as much into my own pictures, but into looking at everyone else's. Keep up the awesome picture-taking, everyone! I'm very excited to see everyone's amazing talent. It's not too late to start color week now, if you want to...
And Steph just started posting color pictures. Hurray!
And Steph just started posting color pictures. Hurray!
Green
Hurray for color week! I am having muchos fun taking pictures and looking at everyone else's fabulous color shots. Thanks, Liane, for getting us all to do this!
And now, for some green quotes!
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
When you're green, you're growing. When you're ripe, you rot.
Ray Kroc
Absolute green is the most restful color, lacking any undertone of joy, grief, or passion. On exhausted men this restfulness has a beneficial effect.
Wassily Kandinsky
(I've decided I enjoy putting in a random quote, even if it doesn't have much to do with the color green.)
Monday, August 28, 2006
Yellow
I've changed my mind. I'm going to do color week! Or at least yellow day...
A few random "yellow quotes" for your enjoyment.
Yellow usually means it's not that serious.
Bobby Unser
I'm frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I've never tasted it.
Alfred Hitchcock
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Pablo Picasso
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
Vincent Van Gogh
(The Alfred Hitchcock quote is my favorite...)
What a horrible thing yellow is.
Edgar Degas
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
Vincent Van Gogh
A few random "yellow quotes" for your enjoyment.
Yellow usually means it's not that serious.
Bobby Unser
I'm frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I've never tasted it.
Alfred Hitchcock
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Pablo Picasso
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
Vincent Van Gogh
(The Alfred Hitchcock quote is my favorite...)
What a horrible thing yellow is.
Edgar Degas
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
Vincent Van Gogh
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Quote of the Day
If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you. ~Anonymous.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Girls' Week Pictures
I finally had my girls' week pictures developed. Usually, I take tons of pictures at Girls' week and have them developed right away. However, this year I only took one and a half rolls (within fifteen minutes). But here are a few of my favorites. The rest will be on Webshots as soon as I get my laptop's internet working.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Toad Mauler
Call me locust squasher, cricket mangler, toad mauler, snake shredder...Or just Cara-who-likes-to-mow-the-lawn.
Mowing the lawn is one of my favorite summer things to do! Just don't look too closely at our lawns next time you come because even though "someone" did a beautiful job cutting them, they're starting to turn brown, copper, orange--the grass is dying. Crabgrass is starting to dominate. Anyway, enough about the grass. More about the wildlife in the grass: there were toads hopping every which way to avoid being shredded by the mower. Once I saw one fly belly up about three feet to the side of the mower. I wonder if he had been hit by the lawn mower or just jumped out of the way. Hmm. This makes me think of Katherine's Toad (or frog?) story. The one about running over it and its guts spraying everywhere. I tried to find it in her archives but I didn't. :) I also ran over a few crickets and grasshoppers, the poor creatures. I would hate to be a little jumping insect and have to get away from the mower. It would be a nightmare. Maybe I should stop mowing so I don't scare them so much. I watched the grass to the side of the mower as I pushed it, and all the grass in about a foot wide area next to the part I was mowing would move with creatures franticly hopping away from the blades of death.
Enough about mowing. Time to go do some more work.
Mowing the lawn is one of my favorite summer things to do! Just don't look too closely at our lawns next time you come because even though "someone" did a beautiful job cutting them, they're starting to turn brown, copper, orange--the grass is dying. Crabgrass is starting to dominate. Anyway, enough about the grass. More about the wildlife in the grass: there were toads hopping every which way to avoid being shredded by the mower. Once I saw one fly belly up about three feet to the side of the mower. I wonder if he had been hit by the lawn mower or just jumped out of the way. Hmm. This makes me think of Katherine's Toad (or frog?) story. The one about running over it and its guts spraying everywhere. I tried to find it in her archives but I didn't. :) I also ran over a few crickets and grasshoppers, the poor creatures. I would hate to be a little jumping insect and have to get away from the mower. It would be a nightmare. Maybe I should stop mowing so I don't scare them so much. I watched the grass to the side of the mower as I pushed it, and all the grass in about a foot wide area next to the part I was mowing would move with creatures franticly hopping away from the blades of death.
Enough about mowing. Time to go do some more work.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Sabbath Is Coming...
It has been one busy busy busy week. Most of you know by now that that the majority of Monday was spent shopping. I don't think I ever want to go shopping again. The endless "oohing and aaaahing" over clothes that just don't really work, it's a grievous injustice. Anyway, I got a few things. Woopdedoo.
Tuesday I was at the lake from 10-3!!! It was very fun, thanks Valerie and Nika (as well as Spencer and Sage) for a wonderful time!
I'm finishing up last year's school, and my mom wants me to get a minimum of three hours done each day. (Fifteen hours a week.) I didn't do any school at all on the first two days of the school week, so the past few days have been spent cramming five hours of school in. I did it! Praise the Lord for the Sabbath, though. I am sooo tired.
Ryan asked me to play some soccer with him the other day, so we sauntered down to the lawn and kicked the ball around. Our goals we were using were not so great. One has large holes in it which have been there since a few years ago when my dad cut the neighbor's cat out of the net. It had strangled itself. Suicidal feline. The other nets are miniscule. About two by two feet. We stick two of them together to make one net. So Ryan and I puffed and kicked around for a bit. For a while we were running around doubled over laughing with that sort of exhilarating, spluttery, gaspy feeling you get when you laugh while you run. So that was fun fun fun.
I keep saying things in threes. (fun fun fun, busy busy busy.) It makes me feel like Nanny in the Eloise books
A good Sabbath to all! I go now...
Tuesday I was at the lake from 10-3!!! It was very fun, thanks Valerie and Nika (as well as Spencer and Sage) for a wonderful time!
I'm finishing up last year's school, and my mom wants me to get a minimum of three hours done each day. (Fifteen hours a week.) I didn't do any school at all on the first two days of the school week, so the past few days have been spent cramming five hours of school in. I did it! Praise the Lord for the Sabbath, though. I am sooo tired.
Ryan asked me to play some soccer with him the other day, so we sauntered down to the lawn and kicked the ball around. Our goals we were using were not so great. One has large holes in it which have been there since a few years ago when my dad cut the neighbor's cat out of the net. It had strangled itself. Suicidal feline. The other nets are miniscule. About two by two feet. We stick two of them together to make one net. So Ryan and I puffed and kicked around for a bit. For a while we were running around doubled over laughing with that sort of exhilarating, spluttery, gaspy feeling you get when you laugh while you run. So that was fun fun fun.
I keep saying things in threes. (fun fun fun, busy busy busy.) It makes me feel like Nanny in the Eloise books
A good Sabbath to all! I go now...
Monday, July 17, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Say These Really Fast
Today after dinner, Bria, Aaron, Ryan, and I spent a few minutes reading Fox in Sox. We each read it through once (out loud) seeing how far we could get without stumbling over our words and muddling the sentences. I know that the difficulty of the book is mostly because of all the difficult phrases in a row, but here are a few of the most challenging. They are not as hard when set apart from the others, but they're still enjoyable. What a genius Dr. Seuss was! So say these, fast! It's guaranteed fun.
Clocks on fox tick.
Clocks on Knox tock.
Six sick bricks tick.
Six sick chicks tock.
Here is lots of
new blue goo now.
New goo. Blue goo.
Gooey. Goeey.
Blue goo, New goo.
Gluey. Gluey.
Gooey goo
for chewy chewing!
That's what that
Goo-Goose is doing
Do you choose to
chew goo, too, sir?
If, sir, you, sir,
choose to chew, sir,
with the Goo-Goose,
chew, sir. Do, sir.
Bim comes.
Ben comes.
Bim bringgs Ben broom.
Ben brings Bim broom.
Ben bends Bim's broom.
Bim bends Ben's broom,
Bim's bends,
Ben's bends.
Ben's bent broom breaks.
Bim's bent broom breaks.
Ben's band. Bim's band.
Big bands. Pig bands.
Bim and Ben lead
bands with brooms.
Ben's band bangs
and Bim's band booms.
Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke luck licks lakes.
Luke's duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks
in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks
in lakes duck likes.
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew,
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made
these trees' cheese freeze
That's what made these
three free fleas sneeze.
When tweetle beetles fight,
it's called
a tweetle beetle battle.
And when they
battle in a puddle,
it's a tweetle
beetle puddle battle.
AND when tweetle beetles
battle with paddles in a puddle,
they call it a tweetle
beetle puddle paddle battle.
AND...
When beetles battle beetles
in a puddle paddle battle
and the beetle battle puddle
is a puddle in a bottle...
...they call this
a tweetle beetle
bottle puddle
paddle battle muddle.
AND...
When beetles
fight these battles
in a bottle
with their paddles
and the bottle's
on a poodle
and the poodle's
eating noodles...
...they call this
a muddle puddle
tweetle poodle
beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.
AND...
Now wait
a minute
Mr. Socks Fox!
When a fox is
in the bottle where
the tweetle beetls battle
with their paddles
in a puddle on a
noodle-eating poodle.
THIS is what they call...
...a tweetle beetle
noodle poodle bottles
paddled muddled duddled
fuddled wuddled
fox in sockx, sir!
Fox in socks,
our game us done, sir.
Thank you for
a lot of fun, sir
(I had to include the whole tweedle beetle part. It's too wonderful to leave out.)
Clocks on fox tick.
Clocks on Knox tock.
Six sick bricks tick.
Six sick chicks tock.
Here is lots of
new blue goo now.
New goo. Blue goo.
Gooey. Goeey.
Blue goo, New goo.
Gluey. Gluey.
Gooey goo
for chewy chewing!
That's what that
Goo-Goose is doing
Do you choose to
chew goo, too, sir?
If, sir, you, sir,
choose to chew, sir,
with the Goo-Goose,
chew, sir. Do, sir.
Bim comes.
Ben comes.
Bim bringgs Ben broom.
Ben brings Bim broom.
Ben bends Bim's broom.
Bim bends Ben's broom,
Bim's bends,
Ben's bends.
Ben's bent broom breaks.
Bim's bent broom breaks.
Ben's band. Bim's band.
Big bands. Pig bands.
Bim and Ben lead
bands with brooms.
Ben's band bangs
and Bim's band booms.
Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke's duck likes lakes.
Luke luck licks lakes.
Luke's duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks
in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks
in lakes duck likes.
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew,
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made
these trees' cheese freeze
That's what made these
three free fleas sneeze.
When tweetle beetles fight,
it's called
a tweetle beetle battle.
And when they
battle in a puddle,
it's a tweetle
beetle puddle battle.
AND when tweetle beetles
battle with paddles in a puddle,
they call it a tweetle
beetle puddle paddle battle.
AND...
When beetles battle beetles
in a puddle paddle battle
and the beetle battle puddle
is a puddle in a bottle...
...they call this
a tweetle beetle
bottle puddle
paddle battle muddle.
AND...
When beetles
fight these battles
in a bottle
with their paddles
and the bottle's
on a poodle
and the poodle's
eating noodles...
...they call this
a muddle puddle
tweetle poodle
beetle noodle
bottle paddle battle.
AND...
Now wait
a minute
Mr. Socks Fox!
When a fox is
in the bottle where
the tweetle beetls battle
with their paddles
in a puddle on a
noodle-eating poodle.
THIS is what they call...
...a tweetle beetle
noodle poodle bottles
paddled muddled duddled
fuddled wuddled
fox in sockx, sir!
Fox in socks,
our game us done, sir.
Thank you for
a lot of fun, sir
(I had to include the whole tweedle beetle part. It's too wonderful to leave out.)
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Fun Times
My life has been so busy and full of fun the past few weeks. I am amazed at how many memories have been created in so small an amount of time. Friendships are stronger, new ones are made, and life is pretty much just great.
Girls' week was so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, Andrea. We did so many amazing things: shopping, uh, shopping, and um, shopping, SHOPPING! Yes, we did shop a lot. No wonder the week was such a blast! I had never realized how much fun it is to shop with a group of girls who share similar tastes to you. And hey, even if someone didn't like what I got, there was at least one girl who did! The benefits of a large shopping group are many.
The most amazing part of the Girls' week was the devotions and meetings. Our theme was "Intimacy With God." We would do a quick Bible study of a few Psalms, and then write down our heart response to the message we had read. I know that I grew in my friendship with Jesus, and I believe the other girls did as well.
I am still so thankful that Uncle Tim was our driver. I love him! Van rides were pretty much the coolest time ever. A few times some girls performed skits in the back seat (Meredith and Indiana Jones was a title of one), we sang a few songs, but the best parts of all were the waving and the honk signs. Every now and then, as we were cruising down the highway, we would all plaster ourselves on the window of the van and wave for all we were worth at the poor people who happened to be passing us. We also made signs that said "HONK!." Ah, that was the most fun of all. We got so many people to honk, and if someone was too embarrassed or too non-obliging to honk, we would stare at them and wave and bang on the window until they turned red in the and zoomed off down the highway. Good times. Once we were waving to some guy in a truck, and apparently we amused him so much that he took a picture of us. That was funny.
The family convention was fabulous. Thank you to Paul and Laura. (No, I don't usually call them that, but I try not to use people's whole names on my blog. So those of you who thought I was being incredibly disrespectful can rest easy. I wasn't.) I would list my favorite activities I participated in, but that would pretty much be the whole convention, and if you want to read about what we did, just go to Craig's blog.
However, there are a few things not in his post that I enjoyed IMMENSELY. I spent the first afternoon on the lake with many of my good friends. We canoed and swimmed (swam?) and laughed until I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. Since when was this much good fun allowed on earth? A few of the boys came very close to tipping my canoe, which I shared with two other girls, but they were gentlemen and right before we were thrown into the watery depths of the lake, they rowed to shore to get us a bailer. And here I am ashamed to say how we repaid them: We tipped them! Apparently, later one of the guys thanked us for it. It was delightful to see the canoe sink down down down. Somewhere we had a glitch in our canoe tipping plan, because we ended up with the under water canoe of the guys, and the ended up with ours which was above water and floating. We ended up swimming with the canoe (under water) toward shore until someone came and rescued us and emptied the canoe of water and blah blah blah you've heard enough of this story.
Basically, it was a good time had by all.
Girls' week was so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, Andrea. We did so many amazing things: shopping, uh, shopping, and um, shopping, SHOPPING! Yes, we did shop a lot. No wonder the week was such a blast! I had never realized how much fun it is to shop with a group of girls who share similar tastes to you. And hey, even if someone didn't like what I got, there was at least one girl who did! The benefits of a large shopping group are many.
The most amazing part of the Girls' week was the devotions and meetings. Our theme was "Intimacy With God." We would do a quick Bible study of a few Psalms, and then write down our heart response to the message we had read. I know that I grew in my friendship with Jesus, and I believe the other girls did as well.
I am still so thankful that Uncle Tim was our driver. I love him! Van rides were pretty much the coolest time ever. A few times some girls performed skits in the back seat (Meredith and Indiana Jones was a title of one), we sang a few songs, but the best parts of all were the waving and the honk signs. Every now and then, as we were cruising down the highway, we would all plaster ourselves on the window of the van and wave for all we were worth at the poor people who happened to be passing us. We also made signs that said "HONK!." Ah, that was the most fun of all. We got so many people to honk, and if someone was too embarrassed or too non-obliging to honk, we would stare at them and wave and bang on the window until they turned red in the and zoomed off down the highway. Good times. Once we were waving to some guy in a truck, and apparently we amused him so much that he took a picture of us. That was funny.
The family convention was fabulous. Thank you to Paul and Laura. (No, I don't usually call them that, but I try not to use people's whole names on my blog. So those of you who thought I was being incredibly disrespectful can rest easy. I wasn't.) I would list my favorite activities I participated in, but that would pretty much be the whole convention, and if you want to read about what we did, just go to Craig's blog.
However, there are a few things not in his post that I enjoyed IMMENSELY. I spent the first afternoon on the lake with many of my good friends. We canoed and swimmed (swam?) and laughed until I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. Since when was this much good fun allowed on earth? A few of the boys came very close to tipping my canoe, which I shared with two other girls, but they were gentlemen and right before we were thrown into the watery depths of the lake, they rowed to shore to get us a bailer. And here I am ashamed to say how we repaid them: We tipped them! Apparently, later one of the guys thanked us for it. It was delightful to see the canoe sink down down down. Somewhere we had a glitch in our canoe tipping plan, because we ended up with the under water canoe of the guys, and the ended up with ours which was above water and floating. We ended up swimming with the canoe (under water) toward shore until someone came and rescued us and emptied the canoe of water and blah blah blah you've heard enough of this story.
Basically, it was a good time had by all.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
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What Superhero Are You?
Sunday, June 18, 2006
In Which I Reduce My Body To Charred Remains...Almost
Today I was going to make chicken on the grill. I went out side, turned the propane on, opened the valves, and lit a match to light it. (The bottom of the grill is so full of charred remains of meat; it's too clogged or something.) Anyway, the match wouldn't light right away. I got it on the third try. Third try is the charm, right? I hate that saying... I tossed the match into the grill and WHOOMPH! A gargantuan amount of flame flew into my face. I shielded my face with my arm and stepped backwards. After the flames died down in about one nanosecond, I quickly checked my hair to make sure it was still there. It was. But then I smelled the stench of frizzled and fried hair. All the eensy weensy hairs on my arm are reduced to a half a millimeter. My mom told me to pray next time I start the grill. The End.
Friday, June 16, 2006
When I was in NY, Klara and I had fun dressing up...something I hadn't done in a looong time. She was Nanny McPhee and I was Mrs. Quickley, though you have to use your imagination to tell she's the person I'm trying to look like. Hurray for fake beauty mark and crocheted and yarn hair! The funnest part of dressing up was saying: "Behaive" and "Aw, look at the little small things."
Update
Vacation was wonderful. It was glorious to bask in the sun, not worry about school, run around playing and being crazy, and to just relax. Hurray for the summer.
I came home to a very different house and room. My walls are now a beautiful red, instead of the flowered wallpaper they were a few weeks ago. I have wood floor instead of rug, and that is perhaps the greatest blessing. I am very very hard on clothes, furniture, and things like that. My rug was well worn and had definitely payed for itself, but it was looking very sad and sorry. I also got a fan/light fixture installed. Three cheers for home improvements! Maybe I'll post pictures later.
I was gone the last few days to one of my favorite places. I had a wonderful visit with some of my favorite people. Thanks to the Holschers for a lovely relaxing time at their house.
Since War and Peace, I have read two Lemony Snicket books (I figured I had to read them sometime.), and half an Alistair MacLean. My reading skills are almost completely exhausted. However, I have the whole summer ahead to enrich my mind and vocabulary with other great literature.
I came home to a very different house and room. My walls are now a beautiful red, instead of the flowered wallpaper they were a few weeks ago. I have wood floor instead of rug, and that is perhaps the greatest blessing. I am very very hard on clothes, furniture, and things like that. My rug was well worn and had definitely payed for itself, but it was looking very sad and sorry. I also got a fan/light fixture installed. Three cheers for home improvements! Maybe I'll post pictures later.
I was gone the last few days to one of my favorite places. I had a wonderful visit with some of my favorite people. Thanks to the Holschers for a lovely relaxing time at their house.
Since War and Peace, I have read two Lemony Snicket books (I figured I had to read them sometime.), and half an Alistair MacLean. My reading skills are almost completely exhausted. However, I have the whole summer ahead to enrich my mind and vocabulary with other great literature.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Mission Accomplished
Last night at 10:30, Cara officially finished War and Peace. It took me approximately five weeks. The last part of the epilogue was the hardest. My dad says that I'm now officially a nerd. Ha. Now I can relax with a nice cosy Alistair MacLean. H.M.S Ulysses, here I come!
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Fasting From Blogland
I have decided to have a blog fast for the next few days. I'll be working to get us ready for the Cape, to get the house ready for home improvements, and to finish up school. Because blogging is my #1 time waster, I'll refrain from the enjoyment of visiting each different site and seeing what people have to say. So tata for now, and perhaps you'll hear from me when I'm at the Cape.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Shoe Quotes
1972: The first woman falls of her cork sandals. Millions follow. ~Vogue 
When a woman pulls on a great pair of boots, she not only walks differently--she behaves differently. ~Catherine Wilson
You want to fall in love with a shoe, go ahead. A shoe can't love you back, but, on the other hand, a shoe can't hurt you too deeply either. And there are so many nice-looking shoes. Allan Sherman
You want to fall in love with a shoe, go ahead. A shoe can't love you back, but, on the other hand, a shoe can't hurt you too deeply either. And there are so many nice-looking shoes. Allan Sherman
Give a girl the correct footwear, and she can conquer the world. ~Bette Midler
If shoes don't hurt, they don't have style. ~Emma Bombeck
If the shoe fits, it's too expensive. Adrienne Gusoff
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes. ~Frieda Norris
A pair of shoes must be perfect like an equation and adjusted to the millimeter like a motor piece. ~Andre Perugia
If shoes don't hurt, they don't have style. ~Emma Bombeck
If the shoe fits, it's too expensive. Adrienne Gusoff
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes. ~Frieda Norris
A pair of shoes must be perfect like an equation and adjusted to the millimeter like a motor piece. ~Andre Perugia
Always wear expensive shoes. People notice. ~Brian Koslow
Stilettos--not combat trousers and pierced tongues--are a real source of girl power. ~Lesley Thomas
Stilettos--not combat trousers and pierced tongues--are a real source of girl power. ~Lesley Thomas
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Something I Read Recently Which I Found Intriguing
In order to persuade the public to support a particular viewpoint, environmental activists often exaggerate some risks and downplay others. By using true but misleading statements, practically any substance on earth can be made to sound like a menace to society. For example, consider the following true statements about the chemical dihydrogen monoxide(DHMO):
- DHMO is a powerful solvent that can corrode many metals.
- At high temperatures, DHMO decomposes into explosive gases that can be used as rocket fuels.
- Chronic exposure to solid DHMO can cause severe tissue damage and gangrene; exposure to the liquid form causes temporary changes in the skin. Contact with DHMO vapors can cause severe burns.
- Laboratory animals fed large amounts of DHMO exhibit nausea, vomiting, edema, and electrolyte disturbances; only a few grams injected intravenously can be fatal.
- DHMO is used in the manufacture of pesticides, plastics, and nuclear weapons; it is also used as a general-purpose solvent and coolant in the chemical industry. Many industries dump DHMO into the environment. It is often stored near populated areas.
Based on the above facts, would you think DHMO should be banned? Carefully regulated? Or not regulated at all? Actually, banning dihydrogen monoxide would be a grave mistake. Even though all of the above statements are true, human life would be impossible without DHMO--which most people call water.
Although no one seriously proposes to ban water, many current environmental debates--from chlorine bans to the elimination of pesticides--are based upon similar exaggerated fears. Although there are many legitimate concerns about pollution, keep in mind that not everything that sounds ominous is a threat to the environment.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Movie Which Guarantees Enjoyment To Almost Everyone...
Check out this amazing movie I just came across. ;) Here it is...
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Driving
My first days of driving have gone really well. Wednesday was spent anstily waiting for my Dad's automatic to be available for me. I worked hard on school and even cleaned the house a little. Then I called Daddy to see if his car was ready for me to use, and guess what? He had to go to Portsmouth. Well, that left three options.
Option #1: To wait till he got back
Option #2: To illegally drive the uninspected GMC Safari
Option #3: To attempt the standard.
Option 3 being the most appealing to me, I decided to drive the standard. (Here's where I heave a long sigh.) Mama graciously set aside somet ime for driving with me, and we set out in the Camry. Starting went really well. I smoothly started, got out of the driveway and accelerated on our road, and then...I forgot that there's more than one gear. Yes, I know, it's embarrassing, but I totally forgot that I had to shift and then I did it really hasty and then I freaked out and decided to have my mom drive me to the parking lot and to practice driving there. Some more humbling things happened which I'll leave to your imagination...
The parking lot was good. I practiced shifting between gears, and starting on hills. It all was good, until little kids started to run in directly in front of me. Then I had to back down a hill to let someone pass me, and from there on it was downhill...no pun intended. I had difficulty starting up again. Lots of mothers at the playground nodded their heads sympathetically when they heard me stall. They all knew what it was like...argh. After a while I got tired of people watching me, and I had Mama get me out of there.
When Daddy came home around nine he asked if I still wanted to drive with him in the automatic. We decided to give it a try. I got the crash course (my dad laughs when I say that, then he starts making jokes about the "crash" course...) in driving that evening. We went on some back roads, jumped on the highway for a few minutes, took some shortcuts to a gas station, Daddy had me pump the gas, then we went to Hannaford and I parked, then we got back on the highway and went home. It was all so unbelievably easy and uncomplicated. I want to drive to Fairwood and visit Bria now...
So that is my saga about my first day of driving. I have attempted the standard one more time since then. I drove it to my house from my grandfather's, about two and a half miles. It was a magnificently flawless ride. My spirits were boosted and now I'm ready to shift again.
Onto other things--
Highspeed Internet is the most glorious thing in this world. A few hours after we had it installed, Aaron was looking up some stuff online. I needed to call mom, so I was hunting around for the cell phone. Then Nancy pointed out to me, that I didn't need one. I could actually use the phone and be online at the same time. Thank God for wireless and highspeed.
I've been chipping away at War and Peace for the past couple of weeks. I had expected it to be a totally baffling, boring book. On the contrary, it's very easy to read. It also has an enjoyable story line. The most daunting part is the length. My copy is 1384 pages. The Russian names are sometime difficult to remember. I get Anna Pavlovna and Anna Mihalovna mixed up now and then. But for the most part, it's a straightforward book. I wouldn't say that Russian literature is my favorite stuff to read, but it definitely isn't too bad.
The pool is open! Come on over and swim, everybody! The majority of the leaves have been skimmed out, but there is still a layer of dirt which needs vacuuming. However, with a little zap of the heater, and a little warmer weather I'll be in it, dirt or no dirt. I can't wait to start this year's lap chart. Last year I started counting laps in the end of July/beginning of August. (A lap is there and back across the pool) I got 200+ something in, but I've already blogged about that. Maybe I'll get 500 in this year...
That's about all the news I have right now. Have a wonderful Saturday everyone!
Option #1: To wait till he got back
Option #2: To illegally drive the uninspected GMC Safari
Option #3: To attempt the standard.
Option 3 being the most appealing to me, I decided to drive the standard. (Here's where I heave a long sigh.) Mama graciously set aside somet ime for driving with me, and we set out in the Camry. Starting went really well. I smoothly started, got out of the driveway and accelerated on our road, and then...I forgot that there's more than one gear. Yes, I know, it's embarrassing, but I totally forgot that I had to shift and then I did it really hasty and then I freaked out and decided to have my mom drive me to the parking lot and to practice driving there. Some more humbling things happened which I'll leave to your imagination...
The parking lot was good. I practiced shifting between gears, and starting on hills. It all was good, until little kids started to run in directly in front of me. Then I had to back down a hill to let someone pass me, and from there on it was downhill...no pun intended. I had difficulty starting up again. Lots of mothers at the playground nodded their heads sympathetically when they heard me stall. They all knew what it was like...argh. After a while I got tired of people watching me, and I had Mama get me out of there.
When Daddy came home around nine he asked if I still wanted to drive with him in the automatic. We decided to give it a try. I got the crash course (my dad laughs when I say that, then he starts making jokes about the "crash" course...) in driving that evening. We went on some back roads, jumped on the highway for a few minutes, took some shortcuts to a gas station, Daddy had me pump the gas, then we went to Hannaford and I parked, then we got back on the highway and went home. It was all so unbelievably easy and uncomplicated. I want to drive to Fairwood and visit Bria now...
So that is my saga about my first day of driving. I have attempted the standard one more time since then. I drove it to my house from my grandfather's, about two and a half miles. It was a magnificently flawless ride. My spirits were boosted and now I'm ready to shift again.
Onto other things--
Highspeed Internet is the most glorious thing in this world. A few hours after we had it installed, Aaron was looking up some stuff online. I needed to call mom, so I was hunting around for the cell phone. Then Nancy pointed out to me, that I didn't need one. I could actually use the phone and be online at the same time. Thank God for wireless and highspeed.
I've been chipping away at War and Peace for the past couple of weeks. I had expected it to be a totally baffling, boring book. On the contrary, it's very easy to read. It also has an enjoyable story line. The most daunting part is the length. My copy is 1384 pages. The Russian names are sometime difficult to remember. I get Anna Pavlovna and Anna Mihalovna mixed up now and then. But for the most part, it's a straightforward book. I wouldn't say that Russian literature is my favorite stuff to read, but it definitely isn't too bad.
The pool is open! Come on over and swim, everybody! The majority of the leaves have been skimmed out, but there is still a layer of dirt which needs vacuuming. However, with a little zap of the heater, and a little warmer weather I'll be in it, dirt or no dirt. I can't wait to start this year's lap chart. Last year I started counting laps in the end of July/beginning of August. (A lap is there and back across the pool) I got 200+ something in, but I've already blogged about that. Maybe I'll get 500 in this year...
That's about all the news I have right now. Have a wonderful Saturday everyone!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
The Long Awaited Day
The big day has come! The moment we've all been waiting for! I start driving today! Unfortunately, the long awaited moment has to wait for a few more moments. My parents are gone for the afternoon, and Mama still has to dig out my birth certificate. Anyway, I now can drive on the road without breaking the law. Hurray! No more furtively avoiding eye contact with policemen in case they'll read my inner thoughts...just kidding. Just you wait tomorrow! I'll be cruising New Hampshire's roads.
Monday, April 03, 2006
A Story For You To Enjoy
The Dinner Party
by Mona Gardner
The country is India. A large dinner party is being given in an up-country station by a colonial official and his wife. The guests are army officers and government attaches and their wives, and an American naturalist.
At one side of the long table a spirited discussion springs up between a young girl and a colonel. The girl insists women have long outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-sight-of-a-mouse era, that they are not as fluttery as their grandmothers. The colonel says they re, explaining that women haven’t the actual nerve control of men. The other men at the table agree with him.
“A woman’s unfailing reaction in any crisis,” the colonel says, “is to scream. And while a man may feel like it, yet he has that ounce more of control than a woman has. And that last ounce is what counts!"
The American scientist does not join in the argument, but sits watching the faces of the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, the muscles of her face contracted slightly. With a small gesture she summons the native boy standing behind her chair. She whispers to him. The boy’s eyes widen: he turns quickly and leaves the room. No one else sees this, nor the boy when he puts a bowl of milk on the verandah outside the glass doors.
The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing. It is bait for a snake. He realizes that there is a cobra in the room.
He looks up at the rafters—the likeliest place—and sees they are bare. Three corners of the room, which he can see by shifting only slightly, are empty. In the fourth corner a group of servants stand, waiting until the next course can be served. The American realizes there is only one place left—under the table.
His first impulse is to jump back and warn the others. But he knows the commotion will frighten the cobra and it wills strike. He speaks quickly, the quality of his voice so arresting that it sobers everyone.
“I want to know just what control everyone at this table has. I will count to three hundred—that’s five minutes—and not one of you is to move a single muscle. The persons who move will forfeit 50 rupees. Now! Ready!”
The 20 people sit like stone images while he counts. He is saying “...two-hundred and eighty...” when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the cobra emerge and make for the bowl of mil. Four or five screams ring out as he jumps to slam shut the verandah doors.
“You certainly were right, Colonel!” the host says. “A man has just shown us an example of real control.”
“just a minute,” the American says, turning to his hostess, “there’s one thing I’d like to know. Mrs. Wynnes’ how did you know that cobra was in the room?”
A faint smile lights up the woman’s face as she replies: “Because it was lying across my foot.”
by Mona Gardner
The country is India. A large dinner party is being given in an up-country station by a colonial official and his wife. The guests are army officers and government attaches and their wives, and an American naturalist.
At one side of the long table a spirited discussion springs up between a young girl and a colonel. The girl insists women have long outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-sight-of-a-mouse era, that they are not as fluttery as their grandmothers. The colonel says they re, explaining that women haven’t the actual nerve control of men. The other men at the table agree with him.
“A woman’s unfailing reaction in any crisis,” the colonel says, “is to scream. And while a man may feel like it, yet he has that ounce more of control than a woman has. And that last ounce is what counts!"
The American scientist does not join in the argument, but sits watching the faces of the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, the muscles of her face contracted slightly. With a small gesture she summons the native boy standing behind her chair. She whispers to him. The boy’s eyes widen: he turns quickly and leaves the room. No one else sees this, nor the boy when he puts a bowl of milk on the verandah outside the glass doors.
The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing. It is bait for a snake. He realizes that there is a cobra in the room.
He looks up at the rafters—the likeliest place—and sees they are bare. Three corners of the room, which he can see by shifting only slightly, are empty. In the fourth corner a group of servants stand, waiting until the next course can be served. The American realizes there is only one place left—under the table.
His first impulse is to jump back and warn the others. But he knows the commotion will frighten the cobra and it wills strike. He speaks quickly, the quality of his voice so arresting that it sobers everyone.
“I want to know just what control everyone at this table has. I will count to three hundred—that’s five minutes—and not one of you is to move a single muscle. The persons who move will forfeit 50 rupees. Now! Ready!”
The 20 people sit like stone images while he counts. He is saying “...two-hundred and eighty...” when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the cobra emerge and make for the bowl of mil. Four or five screams ring out as he jumps to slam shut the verandah doors.
“You certainly were right, Colonel!” the host says. “A man has just shown us an example of real control.”
“just a minute,” the American says, turning to his hostess, “there’s one thing I’d like to know. Mrs. Wynnes’ how did you know that cobra was in the room?”
A faint smile lights up the woman’s face as she replies: “Because it was lying across my foot.”
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Books
A few weeks ago I read my 50th book of the school year. I thought I'd celebrate the wondrous occasion with listing a few of my favorite books on that list.
1. Pride and Prejudice
2. War of the Worlds
3. Wuthering Heights
4. In This House of Brede
5. Far From the Madding Crowd
I read a bunch of heftier books, but they weren't quite as wonderful as the previously mentioned. I'd planned on reading m any many more books this year, and I enthusiastically started books like Anna Karenina, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Les Miserable, Crime and Punishment, etc. However, I didn't finish any of them because I felt that I wasn't enjoying them and giving the attention they deserved, so I put them aside for later reading when I can throw my heart and soul into it. So for now I'm just finishing up Dickens and such.
A few nights ago, I was feeling the need for some light, enjoyable reading. I scoured the house, Bria's room and basement mostly, but nothing jumped out at me. Then my brilliant mother came up with a brilliant idea and a brilliant book. The BFG by Roald Dahl. Growing up, I strongly disliked Roald Dahl's books (except for Charlie and the chocolate Factory and Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator) especially James and the Giant Peach. I never would have thought that when I was fifteen I would love them and be reading all of Dahl's books. Yes! It's true! I've finished the Charlie books, The BFG, now onto Matilda, The Twits, the MinPins, etc. Roald Dahl has the most wonderful imagination. He comes up with such lovely creatures. (e.g. Vermicious Knids, Sausage lipped giants, the unforgettable Oompa-Loompas, humplecrimps, wraprascals, crumpscoddles, and the great squizzly scotch-hopper...the last few which area ll mentioned in The BFG.)
Anyway, the BFG is about a Big Friendly Giant with huge ears who is nothing like the other nine giants int he world who hunt little children and eat them every night. He's a sweet, runt giant who catches dreams and gives little children nice dreams at night. One night he finds a little girl who has seen him and takes her way and together they save the world from the awful giants. And he talks in a loverly way. This is not the best example of his amazing speeches and words he comes up with, but it will do. At this time in the story, Sophie is very worried about little children in England because the giants have just headed their for a midnight snack.
"We've absolutely got to stop them!" Sophie cried. 'Put me back in you pocket quick and we'll chase after them and warn everyone in England they're coming.'
'Redunculus and um-possible,' the BFG said. 'They is going two times as fast as me and they is finishing their guzzle before we is halfway.'
'But we can't just sit here doing nothing!' Sophie cried. How many girls and boys are they going to eat tonight?'
'Many,' the BFG said. 'The Fleshlumpeating Giant alone has a most squackling whoppsy appetite.'
'Will he snatch them out of their beds while they're sleeping?'
'Like peas out of a poddle.' the BFG said.
Maybe my description of the book doesn't make it sound as glorious as it is. But I suggest you read it. Especially on a Saturday afternoon when you feel the need to laugh.
1. Pride and Prejudice
2. War of the Worlds
3. Wuthering Heights
4. In This House of Brede
5. Far From the Madding Crowd
I read a bunch of heftier books, but they weren't quite as wonderful as the previously mentioned. I'd planned on reading m any many more books this year, and I enthusiastically started books like Anna Karenina, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Les Miserable, Crime and Punishment, etc. However, I didn't finish any of them because I felt that I wasn't enjoying them and giving the attention they deserved, so I put them aside for later reading when I can throw my heart and soul into it. So for now I'm just finishing up Dickens and such.
A few nights ago, I was feeling the need for some light, enjoyable reading. I scoured the house, Bria's room and basement mostly, but nothing jumped out at me. Then my brilliant mother came up with a brilliant idea and a brilliant book. The BFG by Roald Dahl. Growing up, I strongly disliked Roald Dahl's books (except for Charlie and the chocolate Factory and Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator) especially James and the Giant Peach. I never would have thought that when I was fifteen I would love them and be reading all of Dahl's books. Yes! It's true! I've finished the Charlie books, The BFG, now onto Matilda, The Twits, the MinPins, etc. Roald Dahl has the most wonderful imagination. He comes up with such lovely creatures. (e.g. Vermicious Knids, Sausage lipped giants, the unforgettable Oompa-Loompas, humplecrimps, wraprascals, crumpscoddles, and the great squizzly scotch-hopper...the last few which area ll mentioned in The BFG.)
Anyway, the BFG is about a Big Friendly Giant with huge ears who is nothing like the other nine giants int he world who hunt little children and eat them every night. He's a sweet, runt giant who catches dreams and gives little children nice dreams at night. One night he finds a little girl who has seen him and takes her way and together they save the world from the awful giants. And he talks in a loverly way. This is not the best example of his amazing speeches and words he comes up with, but it will do. At this time in the story, Sophie is very worried about little children in England because the giants have just headed their for a midnight snack.
"We've absolutely got to stop them!" Sophie cried. 'Put me back in you pocket quick and we'll chase after them and warn everyone in England they're coming.'
'Redunculus and um-possible,' the BFG said. 'They is going two times as fast as me and they is finishing their guzzle before we is halfway.'
'But we can't just sit here doing nothing!' Sophie cried. How many girls and boys are they going to eat tonight?'
'Many,' the BFG said. 'The Fleshlumpeating Giant alone has a most squackling whoppsy appetite.'
'Will he snatch them out of their beds while they're sleeping?'
'Like peas out of a poddle.' the BFG said.
Maybe my description of the book doesn't make it sound as glorious as it is. But I suggest you read it. Especially on a Saturday afternoon when you feel the need to laugh.
Friday, March 10, 2006
I Must Have Been Bored...
| You Are Guinness |
 You know beer well, and you'll only drink the best beers in the world. Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them. When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all - especially about subjects you don't know well. But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around. |
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Here's How I Scored!
You scored as Cara. You are Cara. Bouncy and happy (most of the time), you love art (whether it's creating it or critiquing it) and movies. Especially movies...and art.
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Monday, January 30, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Catch-Up Time
Everybody~
I am so sorry that you've had to see my little annoying dinky post about Christmas fuzziness every single time you've gone to my blog. That is absolutely pitiful. If I'd realized it was such a short silly, nothing-really-to-sat-but-saying-something-for-the-sake-of-saying-something I would have written something else sooner. Enough said.
The youth weekend we had last weekend went very well. There were many amazing adventures we had...(Meredith's nose being ripped open, sort of, Me being slammed to the gym floor by the force of a flying ball which hit me in the head,...) but all was grand. I took another two rolls of film, mostly of people jumping around playing football, or girls in the sleeping attic.
I have lots of fun pics from when the Holschers stayed here the first week of January. Lots of shots of us skating. Speaking of skating, I used a snowblower for the first time yesterday. It made me feel nice and macho and tough. Heh heh. But then I got really cold doing it so I had Aaron take over while I shoveled. (Oh yes. I forgot to say I was snowblowing the snow on the pond.)
My newest hobby is snowboarding. I had some Christmas money to spend, and I was wondering what I should use it for. Aha! Snowboard and boots! So I went to the store, picked up a nice blue and purple snowboard and am braving my hill. My first time down was exhilarating. I was so awesome. And then my second trip down was on my back with my legs in the air from time to time. I had a bad start and then I couldn't get up because my board kept slipping further down down down. The rest of my attempts were more similar to the second one than the first, but my excitement and determination is as steady as ever! I need to find a place to do the half-pipe...Eventually.
Well tata and thanks for reading! I shall post again within the next half a year!
I am so sorry that you've had to see my little annoying dinky post about Christmas fuzziness every single time you've gone to my blog. That is absolutely pitiful. If I'd realized it was such a short silly, nothing-really-to-sat-but-saying-something-for-the-sake-of-saying-something I would have written something else sooner. Enough said.
The youth weekend we had last weekend went very well. There were many amazing adventures we had...(Meredith's nose being ripped open, sort of, Me being slammed to the gym floor by the force of a flying ball which hit me in the head,...) but all was grand. I took another two rolls of film, mostly of people jumping around playing football, or girls in the sleeping attic.
I have lots of fun pics from when the Holschers stayed here the first week of January. Lots of shots of us skating. Speaking of skating, I used a snowblower for the first time yesterday. It made me feel nice and macho and tough. Heh heh. But then I got really cold doing it so I had Aaron take over while I shoveled. (Oh yes. I forgot to say I was snowblowing the snow on the pond.)
My newest hobby is snowboarding. I had some Christmas money to spend, and I was wondering what I should use it for. Aha! Snowboard and boots! So I went to the store, picked up a nice blue and purple snowboard and am braving my hill. My first time down was exhilarating. I was so awesome. And then my second trip down was on my back with my legs in the air from time to time. I had a bad start and then I couldn't get up because my board kept slipping further down down down. The rest of my attempts were more similar to the second one than the first, but my excitement and determination is as steady as ever! I need to find a place to do the half-pipe...Eventually.
Well tata and thanks for reading! I shall post again within the next half a year!
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