I was reminded this morning that I hate mice. With a passion. A fierce one. As I was walking through the dog shed, I heard a rustling in the hay. The hay was on my left. The dogs were on my right. It wasn't the dogs. Then I realized that of course(!) it must have been a kitty that came into the dog shed, got scared of the dogs, and crawled up into the hay! I turned towards the hay and meowed to draw the kitty out. Something came out, but it wasn't a kitty. It was a Mouse. I stared at It. It stared at me. We both stood there. Both to afraid to move. Both trembling. I looked at him. He looked at me. I hated him. Fiercly. He gulped. Then I shifted and he fled in terror.
Let it be clarified. I HATE mice. With a passion. Particularly that one.
Wednesday
Saturday
"That's a bitter Irony..."
All righty folks, this ought to be entertaining. I'm gathered up some ironic facts for you. Enjoy!
*Did it ever occur to you that nothing ever occurs to God? (That's not irreverant, I promise!)
*Did you know that the Egyptian queen, Cleopatra, wasn't Egyptian? After Alexander the Great conquered Egypt and then died, his general, Ptolemy, took over Egypt. Cleopatra was descended from Ptolemy, not a drop of Egyptian in her.
*"Have you ever noticed that when you say "No comment," you're actually commenting?" "No. I never noticed that when I'm trying not to coment, I comment by saying that I indeed do not have a comment to comment with, thereby commenting and contradicting my acclaimed absence of comment with a very comment itself."
*Why is it that whenever you pick up something you really want to read, the other person in the room becomes incureably talkative?
*Why do you drive in a Parkway and park in a driveway?
*Charlie Chaplin himself once "failed even to make the finals." in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest! :-D
*This one strikes a little close to home...One young man was particularly confident that he would pass his road test on the first try, so he made arrangements with his buds to go out driving with them about an hour after he was scheduled to take the test...in his new truck. On the day of the test, he smiled boldly at his test officer, put the truck in reverse, and promptly backed into another vehicle. Of course, he failed immediately. He still went around town with his buds, but instead of driving, he had to watch his mother take the wheel.
*The other line moves faster.
*I play soccer and, I'll admit, I'm a little a little! short. I play defense. It's my favorite position. And my question is, Why do the forwards for the other team always have to be soooo tall?!
*Did it ever occur to you that nothing ever occurs to God? (That's not irreverant, I promise!)
*Did you know that the Egyptian queen, Cleopatra, wasn't Egyptian? After Alexander the Great conquered Egypt and then died, his general, Ptolemy, took over Egypt. Cleopatra was descended from Ptolemy, not a drop of Egyptian in her.
*"Have you ever noticed that when you say "No comment," you're actually commenting?" "No. I never noticed that when I'm trying not to coment, I comment by saying that I indeed do not have a comment to comment with, thereby commenting and contradicting my acclaimed absence of comment with a very comment itself."
*Why is it that whenever you pick up something you really want to read, the other person in the room becomes incureably talkative?
*Why do you drive in a Parkway and park in a driveway?
*Charlie Chaplin himself once "failed even to make the finals." in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest! :-D
*This one strikes a little close to home...One young man was particularly confident that he would pass his road test on the first try, so he made arrangements with his buds to go out driving with them about an hour after he was scheduled to take the test...in his new truck. On the day of the test, he smiled boldly at his test officer, put the truck in reverse, and promptly backed into another vehicle. Of course, he failed immediately. He still went around town with his buds, but instead of driving, he had to watch his mother take the wheel.
*The other line moves faster.
*I play soccer and, I'll admit, I'm a little a little! short. I play defense. It's my favorite position. And my question is, Why do the forwards for the other team always have to be soooo tall?!
Sunday
Chucky
Hey all. I've been re-dubbed. Here's the story.
Last night, my sisters and I were picking numbers to decide who had to do the dishes. We wrote our numbers on sheets, signed our names and handed them to Mom. She read, "Shutterbug, 36. Art-maniac, 36. Chuck Norris, 37." For a moment, nobody caught on. Then Dad, and slowly the rest of the family began to laugh. I grinned. It stuck. In short order I had been officially dubbed "Chucky". My littlest bro voted for "Chunky" but that didn't last long, lemme tell you. Grrrr. But Chucky stuck. So meet Chucky. Hi!
Last night, my sisters and I were picking numbers to decide who had to do the dishes. We wrote our numbers on sheets, signed our names and handed them to Mom. She read, "Shutterbug, 36. Art-maniac, 36. Chuck Norris, 37." For a moment, nobody caught on. Then Dad, and slowly the rest of the family began to laugh. I grinned. It stuck. In short order I had been officially dubbed "Chucky". My littlest bro voted for "Chunky" but that didn't last long, lemme tell you. Grrrr. But Chucky stuck. So meet Chucky. Hi!
Saturday
State Fair :-D
This is to be a post of Smiley faces, with a few explanations for the clarification of things. Moving on.
:). I sat next to Ruth Peterson on the bus ride down to the state fair. We talked, and read. I was comfortable, both in my seat, and in the knowledge that I had plenty of reading material. (My main requirement, of course. Pajamas are entirely optional.)
: - S. I was a bit nervous. You see, I had to perform my Piano piece the first night, after an all-day bus ride, and no time to warm up. Uh huh, I was nervous. Uh huh, I screwed it up. Uh huh, I tried (rather unsuccessfully) to cover it up.
8-O/ :-D /:-) (With some shrieking and jumping up and down...) May I have a drum roll please? Dun Dun DUNNNNNN! I won Grand Champion! Whoooooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooey! Was I ever thrilled! I'm pretty sure I flew to have my picture taken, and tell Mom & Co. (Being sisters, brother, and friend Ruth.) I was so excited!
:-O/:-) The fireworks were beautiful that first night, as we walked around the fair, finding our favorite food booths for future reference. I felt a bit like Sam Gamgee..."The finest rockets ever seen, they burst in stars of blue and green. Or after thunder, golden showers came falling like a rain of flowers. Only that doesn't do them justice..." (J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring.)
:-T. It took forever to fall asleep that first night, in the barrak...Ahem...dorms. There were roughly three hundred girls, the bunks were end to end, and about three and one half feet apart.
:-/. The loudspeaker came on at 6 a.m. to wake us up. Ugh. Ew. Bleh. Disgusting. Revolting. And we had to get up cuz breakfast was from 7 to 8. Do you have any idea how loud a loudspeaker can be when you're pleasantly drowsy, and it's perfectly dark outside? Uh huh, exactly. Only louder.
l - /. That's me eating with me eyes closed. I was tired. Oh, but breakfast was a sausage/egg muffin thingy, so it was pretty good, what little I actually saw.
:-, That is me walking around the state fair with a sort of bunched up half smile. Use your imagination. I walked until about 11, but then the girls had kitchen duty (Mwah ha ha! They helped wash dishes until from about 10:45 a.m. until 2 p.m.) and I had to perform my piano song once again (with the other Grand Champion winners) for a sort of concert. This time no butterflies. Just happy-go-lucky me. Yay! It was fun.
:-) The rest of the after noon, I just slept and read. (Hey, they woke us up at 6 and they didn't turn the lights off until 11, and then not all the way, so I had an excuse.) I worked my way through Urchin and the Heartstone (M. I. Mcallister)and started Blue like Jazz (Donald Miller), having already finished The Yearling (Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.) Supper also deserves the same contented smile. We had...Hmmm. Can't remember. Oh well.
:-D We were walking around the fair again, and I sampled some Cheese Curds. They were delicious, but I shared with Kiara. (Ok, I tried. We accidentally dropped the dish and I shared mostly with the street.) There was a dance for the 4-Her's that Mom had to chaperone, so we had to go back to the 4-H Hilton. (Where the dorms were.) I went to the dance too. I actually participated in the "Cha cha slide". Other than that, I had a snack and some water, and hung out on that floor just to say I'd been to the dance. Whoohoo. Yippee. Nope. Kiara had a blast though, she really cut the rug.
,:-< We were awakened at 6 a.m. again, (horrible) and greated with a lame joke. (Ok, the lame joke was at lights out, but so what?) "Why did the monkey cross the playground? To get to the other slide!" No. Not all 4-Her's are this lame. Just the top of the top, the State Ambies. (Don't ask...)
:-) We're going home! I could have cheered. I probably did. To delirious to remember. No, it wasn't a horrible experience, it was wonderful. But I didn't wear the same shirt twice, and sometimes not even a full day, because it was sooooo hot that any shirt was sweat soaked in no time flat. I even had to wash my dress (which I wore for a total of two performances...)
:-(. The most unthinkable, unimaginable, horrific, terrible, despicable, and night-mare-ish thing happened on the way home. Any guesses? I ran out of books!! Yes, I nearly wept. I nearly died. But somehow, miraculously, I survived to tell the story.
Well, there you have it. My tale of twin cities.
Toodles!
Chucky
:). I sat next to Ruth Peterson on the bus ride down to the state fair. We talked, and read. I was comfortable, both in my seat, and in the knowledge that I had plenty of reading material. (My main requirement, of course. Pajamas are entirely optional.)
: - S. I was a bit nervous. You see, I had to perform my Piano piece the first night, after an all-day bus ride, and no time to warm up. Uh huh, I was nervous. Uh huh, I screwed it up. Uh huh, I tried (rather unsuccessfully) to cover it up.
8-O/ :-D /:-) (With some shrieking and jumping up and down...) May I have a drum roll please? Dun Dun DUNNNNNN! I won Grand Champion! Whoooooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooey! Was I ever thrilled! I'm pretty sure I flew to have my picture taken, and tell Mom & Co. (Being sisters, brother, and friend Ruth.) I was so excited!
:-O/:-) The fireworks were beautiful that first night, as we walked around the fair, finding our favorite food booths for future reference. I felt a bit like Sam Gamgee..."The finest rockets ever seen, they burst in stars of blue and green. Or after thunder, golden showers came falling like a rain of flowers. Only that doesn't do them justice..." (J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring.)
:-T. It took forever to fall asleep that first night, in the barrak...Ahem...dorms. There were roughly three hundred girls, the bunks were end to end, and about three and one half feet apart.
:-/. The loudspeaker came on at 6 a.m. to wake us up. Ugh. Ew. Bleh. Disgusting. Revolting. And we had to get up cuz breakfast was from 7 to 8. Do you have any idea how loud a loudspeaker can be when you're pleasantly drowsy, and it's perfectly dark outside? Uh huh, exactly. Only louder.
l - /. That's me eating with me eyes closed. I was tired. Oh, but breakfast was a sausage/egg muffin thingy, so it was pretty good, what little I actually saw.
:-, That is me walking around the state fair with a sort of bunched up half smile. Use your imagination. I walked until about 11, but then the girls had kitchen duty (Mwah ha ha! They helped wash dishes until from about 10:45 a.m. until 2 p.m.) and I had to perform my piano song once again (with the other Grand Champion winners) for a sort of concert. This time no butterflies. Just happy-go-lucky me. Yay! It was fun.
:-) The rest of the after noon, I just slept and read. (Hey, they woke us up at 6 and they didn't turn the lights off until 11, and then not all the way, so I had an excuse.) I worked my way through Urchin and the Heartstone (M. I. Mcallister)and started Blue like Jazz (Donald Miller), having already finished The Yearling (Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.) Supper also deserves the same contented smile. We had...Hmmm. Can't remember. Oh well.
:-D We were walking around the fair again, and I sampled some Cheese Curds. They were delicious, but I shared with Kiara. (Ok, I tried. We accidentally dropped the dish and I shared mostly with the street.) There was a dance for the 4-Her's that Mom had to chaperone, so we had to go back to the 4-H Hilton. (Where the dorms were.) I went to the dance too. I actually participated in the "Cha cha slide". Other than that, I had a snack and some water, and hung out on that floor just to say I'd been to the dance. Whoohoo. Yippee. Nope. Kiara had a blast though, she really cut the rug.
,:-< We were awakened at 6 a.m. again, (horrible) and greated with a lame joke. (Ok, the lame joke was at lights out, but so what?) "Why did the monkey cross the playground? To get to the other slide!" No. Not all 4-Her's are this lame. Just the top of the top, the State Ambies. (Don't ask...)
:-) We're going home! I could have cheered. I probably did. To delirious to remember. No, it wasn't a horrible experience, it was wonderful. But I didn't wear the same shirt twice, and sometimes not even a full day, because it was sooooo hot that any shirt was sweat soaked in no time flat. I even had to wash my dress (which I wore for a total of two performances...)
:-(. The most unthinkable, unimaginable, horrific, terrible, despicable, and night-mare-ish thing happened on the way home. Any guesses? I ran out of books!! Yes, I nearly wept. I nearly died. But somehow, miraculously, I survived to tell the story.
Well, there you have it. My tale of twin cities.
Toodles!
Chucky
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