To A Little Sister 11:38 PM

Who is already 14 friggin' years.

Ouch.

Goshdangdarnit.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Angelique!

My first sibling and little sister. I can still remember when I used to read her "Baby Verses" while she sat on the potty, or how she used to defend me against anyone who dared challenge or insult me.

How she's grown. But to me, it still seems that she's that chubby cheeked little girl in a pink dress from so long ago.

I'll pinch her cheeks, I will!

Kill, Kill! 9:11 PM

This post is being written in a hurry.
I'm hurrying because I'm gonna watch a movie real soon.

"Hurry! Kill, kill!"

Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive, but not kicking because it hurts my foot too much. The reason for the lack of recent posts is because I went to a three day camp. I'll cook up a post for y'all sometime.

Well, my sister is whining to use to the computer, and Marco is singing.

I think I'm going to cry.

Die.

Bright Yellow 5:48 PM

I know I have got scads of interesting little things to say, but I can't remember them all.



(kicks himself)



Ouch!



Well, for all y'all who were praying for my foot (thanks guys, prayer IS powerful), you'll be happy to know that my foot is healed, except it still hurts a little from the kick I gave myself.



But I still want your sympathy.



You see, my birdie died. A cute, bright yellow budgie we caught in El Paso. It was flying around and my dad managed to sneak up and catch it. Ever since then it traveled with us and became a joy to us, with it's lively chirping and shy friendliness.



I feel bad for not having spent more time with her before she died.



But in a forested area not far from here, the sun beams through the tall trees to mark the resting spot of a cheery, bright yellow budgie, Celeste.



Rest in peace.



On a lighter note, Sonya arrived safely to our place, and has been terrorizing us with her hyper craziness.



I'm also packed and good to go to tomorrow's camp.

And Philip, Sunshine and Co. should be here soon.



And the opressive heat sucks.

Yeah.

Snazzy 4:38 PM

I found that my site is listed in my favorite blogger's link list.

I thought, "Swell. Very swell."
I suppose that means from now on I'll have to post things of interest.

Shucks. How do you do that?

How about a quote of the day?

"Are you sure you're right, or are you just being stubborn?"

Feel free to use it when debating a friend, confronting a cynical skeptic, or when your little brother insists that cows are indeed blue.

Word of the day: Snazzy.

Yawn! 7:31 PM

My weekend:



I went clowning with my dad to a city an hour away from here. I didn't actually go as a clown though, but I probably should have. What with all the attention my dad was getting...*fume* I AM POPULAR AS WELL! THIS BLOG PROVES IT!



Uh...Right?



So, clowning, not much to speak of. But food, THAT'S a topic that most people like. And since the Lord supplied a free meal at an Italian ristorante, I can honestly say I haven't had such good pizza in a good while. The owner was very kind and helped us with his whole heart. God bless him. The Lord also supplied a hotel room at a discount price. He's so good to us.



Clowning, right. Uh, I did what I usually do, I helped my dad by making simple balloons and drawing on them and whatnot.



But my crowning achievement was my castle of boxes full of Pepsi cans. It prompted a few amused glances.



And my balancing a balloon sword on my nose.



And my sneaking "my trusty black nail polish" around.



Food calls. I will answer.

Blogs Are Like Babies... 6:59 PM

There's new ones every second, and they seem to require a lot of your time and attention...

Humph.

Just in my area, four amigos (Nats, Sebby, but I lost the link, Shan, and Sonya) have blogs. I'll be linking to one (Nats), since I don't have el permission from the others. I am overwhelmed by the amount of Family blogs to read.

I suppose it's time to get choosy.

My favorite.

This one taught me new words. Like crud and asinine.

Yup!

Oh! I forgot!

READ MY BLOG!!

And comment.

Look Look, See See 6:15 PM

One good look at my stats today made this word burst forth from my mouth:

F@#$*%^!

I felt justified.

Since every blog is cooler than mine. But recently, I've tried to put more thought into my posts. Don't people know how hard it is to blog about random things and say whatever is on mind at the time!? (Yes, I am being sarcastic. But really, life IS fair and God IS good. And so are my few dear readers. God bless them all.) And yesterday, I finished the post about my trip for the benefit of those who know me and want to know what I was up to.

"Gosh, it's about time!", you might say. Well, I'm a lazy blogger, don't get on my case, I had to get the pictures too, you know.

I blog like a slobbering two-year-old in diapers, except for the the perfect spelling.

You: "LOOK! A spelling error!"

Me: "AHHHHH!!! @&$*! How could I %$^* up like that..."

You: "Hee hee."

Ug.

(Update: I changed what to want.)