Well, um, we can't exactly... do that.

Um, Joe hasn't, um, told us how to, um, put them on, yet. Um, yeah...

So, um, that waits until I can, um, figure out how the darn thing works.

In the meantime...



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I got nothing.

RIGHT! I should get off now so I can do my chores!
Oh, wait...

I'm supposed to post first?

This is the post, when I post, I will have posted.

What do you mean, this isn't a post? I can post it, can't I? Don't you think that means it's a post???

You don't. Okay...


Um, I need to think of something to post... Any ideas? Anything at all... Anything... *sighs*

Gir is cool. He's a robot. That likes food. He's on Invader Zim. Emotional. And excitable. Yes, hyper, too. But awesome.
"Wait, something is broken, and it's not your fault???"
"Yeah, I'm scared, too..."

I leave that with you with a blank page. BYE! *runs off before anyone can stop me*

Spam? Oh well, at least it /looks/ like people read my blog...

But yeah, I thought it was kind of interesting. I think it was Russian, but I'd have to check...

Nope, German.

So yeah, there's quite a bit of stuff here. Um, chronologically, Andrew got this odd little strategy game from Target while ago. It is a bit complicated, so I'm not even going to bother. But it has to do with having little shapes and you have to place them on the board, touching a tip, but not a side. Yeah, so he made this little piece of art with it. He wouldn't let me rest until I took SEVERAL pictures of it.

Okay, next came the bird. It appears that Attila,The Mouse Hun Of Kitty Hen Spoiled Cat Face continues to prove she is not as lazy as she looks. Yesterday, she brought a LIVE bird into the house and it got a way a few times before she caught it again. So eventually we locked her up and spent an hour chasing a flying bird around the house. It seemed rather healthy for the ordeal. Well, we finally helped it get out and of course, more pictures.

Lastly, I have three words to say: HE MADE IT!!!

So yeah, that's all, um, bye!





Just kidding, Andrew had his Eagle Board of Review yesterday. And as it says up there, ^, he passed. First Eagle Scout of the family. ^^ But not the last if I have anything to say about it. ^^ And you guessed it. Yet another set of pictures. Toodles!

Lost in translation...

I'm not entirely certain of all you said, but thank you, Rodrigo. I'm pretty sure you said something about google and my blog being interesting. Then I think something else about your blog had directions for personalized t-shirts, but I'm not sure because in another language it said it was the Irish Republic Army... So um, thank you, even though I have no idea what you said...

Well, as most of you will know, unless I have attracted so many innocent victims who were intrigued by this blog, I have been up north for the past four days visiting the Rosers in celebration of my niece Acadia's baptism. Very fun, very good seeing everyone again, very LONG drive. Worth it? Yes. Very much so. So yeah, I didn't just drop dead yet. Just gone. I know, I know, You wanted something a little more exciting like facing a war hardened army single handed, but when you think about it, being there for my niece's baptism and offering the closing prayer was much more exciting. By the way, congratulations again, Acadia!

Okay, now where do we start after this... Nowhere? Yay! Your torture and pleasure has ended. Au revoir!

What was I going to blog about...

Ooh! A door! We have been busy lately working on the air conditioner and the front door. Thank you, Tom, what would we do without you? Hmm, that leads me to an interesting thought. Does Tom read my blog... He usually doesn't read blogs that are "Novels", and since my blog is obviously not a "Novel"... I wonder. Anywho, I forgot what I was going to say next. Will it come to me a a fury of swift thoughts so vast they cannot be contained here??? No. No it won't. It should. But it won't. It's mean like that. Oh well. *walks off*

"Ohhhh, that's what the red button does..."

Last night I think I had a little too much sugar. I was messing around with mom's camera and I found the video function. Now, with video, you don't push the button that normally takes the picture. No, you push "The Red Button". I made lots of little videos. Maybe I'll see about putting them on here later. They are rather funny, sort of the thing that reminds you of a drunk person making a movie. Yup yup yup. I go now. Hehehe. *cue audience sigh* Yes, shortness never seemed so good. Bye!

Busy weekend

Alright, first off, the cookies weren't that bad. Maybe a little brown on the bottom, but
they were fine. Andrew's had a little black, but that's only because he had it too low in the oven. We brought them to the Car wash.

Okay, chronological order.

The jam session was pretty fun. Rather loud, but fun. Small headache afterwards, but a little water and it was fine.

The fund raiser was okay, maybe a little less results then we would have liked, but we didn't end up in the hole.

Oh yes, the troop did a flag raising for a memorial kind of thing that Brother Bishop set up. Nice, simple, way better than we did when we were practicing.

The car wash wasn't exactly very successful either. Okay, but not the crazy amounts of money we're trying to earn for camp.

Finally, yesterday was Father's Day, and that means stake conference. Chairs needing to be taken down. What fun! I got to be on the ladder again. So yeah, it was good. Later, the family got together for lunch/dinner and that's always nice. Dad was sick though, so he couldn't make it. Hopefully he'll be better soon.

Alright, the short, to the point analysis of my weekend is complete. Muhahaha! Toodles!

Well, thank you

"No, no, no! Don't go! We read your blog! By the way, your typing stinks!" Just kidding. Mom, don't get upset. I forbid you to get upset. I love you to de- Life. There. We're all happy now, right? I certainly hope so. So anyway, I don't have much time. There is work to do and I have until 1:00 to do it. At which time, the Foells are coming by to pick me up for a "Jam" session at Brother McClure's before the scout fund raiser. @.@ I forgot to tell you about that! It's movie night! Movie night. Come on everybody, it's movie night! The scout are selling refreshments. ^^ Andrew and I burnt cookies.

So yeah, that's my life. And if I want to keep it alive, I should probably get off now. Just kidding, mom! *poof*

"I guess my mind has been changed for me."

Okay, fine. I stay. But I refuse to enjoy myself. *looks at strawberry* Yes, um... This is nice. I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT. *sneaks over to strawberry* Yesterday served as a beacon of sorrow for all Alaskan native Californians. How could they do this to us? 100 DEGREES OF HORRIBLE FAHRENHEIT! "Tonight we die."

*steals strawberry*

*walks back nonchalantly*

Why do we live in California? Where the sun doth reign and the heat is continuous. Is there wrong in cool weather? Say 40 degrees? Wouldn't that be better than "We're melting! Melting!".

*eats strawberry* He he he!

Oh yes, the building. What if the robe had a bunch of torn up tires under it?

I shall make this as crazy an exist as I can! I depart! *jumps out the window, just missing a car passing on ground* "Perhaps I did not think this through."

I wonder

You know, it is Summer. I don't see much harm in missing a day or two... You know, just lay low a bit and try to think of what to write? That may work. And I would still post, just maybe not everyday. I think that could work. So yeah, don't panic if I don't show up sometimes. I'm probably still alive.

Andrew wants to be evil. He says their symbol is better. You how lame a reason that is? It's not even because they get a lot more money than the good guys. No, he wants to be evil because he likes their SYMBOL! Hmph! *walks off*


*walks back* Oh yes, would you rather find yourself fifty feet in the air on a creaky framework of an abandoned building, -OR- twenty feet in the air in a harness with a rope nearly severed?

I go now. *waves*

He he he, I can see it all now...

Mom, in charge of valiant 11 and 12 year old boys... Those guys would never misbehave again. Muhahahahaha! Isn't it odd now. EVERYONE seems to have a nickname after a year in seminary. Riley the Hip-o, Bryce the turtle, Andrew didn't get Towel Boy until he started seminary. I have Ben and Co., WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!? We're all turning into things... AND WE LOVE IT!

Yes, I do believe that there's something strange at work here. Oh well, the world will die off, no doubt and this will be the end of it, but I'm sure everyone will get over it. What do I want to write? Oh yes, apparently strawberries don't make me happy, they just trigger already existing happiness. So when there was seminary, they worked all the time, but now, they're only partly affective. NO!!!!!

*cry cry* Good bye everyone. I leave!

Speak for yourself...

I greatly dislike talks. It was lousy. I'd rather teach a bunch of hyper kids.

Mirado is a fine friend of mine, and we found it. It seems to be doing okay, but I think it's going bald. He is a pencil. XD

SEMINARY IS OVER! *sobs uncontrollably*

Hey, no crying all over the floor! *hits back of head*

Jerk.

You'll get over it.

Yeah, but you won't.

What's that suppo-

Told you so.

Where were we? Oh yeah, seminary is over. *sigh* I may go into depression. I should think of something cheerful. I got nothing. Strawberries won't help.

I think I'll go. I don't feel like writing much. *walks off*

Great, now whenever I hear that song, I'm going to cry

Today was the last day of seminary. It was good, we shared our testimonies and bishop talked a little about how he felt about seminary and each of us. Alizet played a song on the piano, I'm not sure what the title was, but I'll post it later. We had a group hug. I cried. More than once. It was nice. And now it's over...


UNTIL FALL! Are we excited? OF COURSE WE ARE! And Ben and Co. Will be back as crazy as ever! Well, I'm not sure if I'll write more. Oh yeah, before I go, This Wednesday I found out that I have a talk this Sunday. Yay. Well, kinda more than "Yay." More like "Yay!" I need to give a five minute talk for the communications merit badge, so yeah. It works. One year, will I make Eagle by then? Not likely, but it's worth a shot. C'ya everybody!

I miss seminary! *sigh*

Hello, hello. Good bye, good bye. I'm late, I'm late. I'm late!

"Would you rather be in a wheelchair stuck to a big rig going 50 miles per hour on a freeway for 4 miles, -OR- be stuck under a tree and have to saw your leg off with a pocket knife?" Thank you, Andrew, we all needed to hear that...


I'm late. I should get going. Otherwise, I'll be MORE late. And when in Far Far Away, MORE late is not a good thing to be. (Notice how well I hide my real location by writing a red herring and keeping my position in the dark)

I go now, you all are sad now, but you'll get over it, the day is young. You may come across something else to make you sad instead of the absence of my writing. Our feet are sane, and be careful when taking the I-80 offramp.

OH MY GOODNESS, I FORGOT!

The part that has to do with the topic will come a little later, but okay, fine, I told some stories, mom. I did the stick with the time line and everything, then I did a little about who he was and told a story from his first mission. Seven pages, to seven 3 by 5's. Condensing made easy. I could write a book...

Now, before I go on, the title. OH MY GOODNESS, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE MOVIE! *searches frantically for movie* It's kind of past the point where I can use it, but I wanna watch it!

But yeah, Riley liked my poster. Especially the overlapping temple pictures and the straight lines. Nancy couldn't get off the fact that the picture of WW looked lumpy because of the darn glue. You'd think you could fix that, wouldn't you? But no, it had to be all crazy and blow up! Still, it was okay. And I didn't faint. That's a plus.

Notice:
Mirado Missing!
My beloved companion has been kidnapped.
His location is still unknown, but searches are underway to track him down and bring him back to safety. Also, the eraser has gone missing as well. Might the two occurrences be related?

Okay, I think that's all for now. Bye!

What if..

What if you had to sit on the padded seat for 5 hours or the padded back for 1? Okay, so WW is due... *drumroll* Tomorrow! I must figure out what I shall do. Mom wants me to do the seven page fiasco, but I'm just saying the longer I'm up there, the more chance I'll pass out. And not ONE report has been very long. These are summaries. Not Their entire life story including the time they stubbed their toe on a copy of the Book of Mormon (what a way to find the gospel). Okay, bad example. The time the ate two three foot subs in one sitting. Right, that'll work. Yeah, I don't think we're doing that. I dunno, mom, you know I've never been a public speaker. I go up. I talk. I sit down. No one gets hurt. Especially me. I must go now, sorry it is short, but you try taking over the world, writing a who knows how long report, trying to act as normal and abnormal as possible, and on top of that, doing most of this without anyone noticing. Not. Very. Easy. Bye, everybody.

Sewers

Yes, mother, I wrote it, but no mother, I won't publish, because some "genius" had the bright idea of thinking they were recycling.
"Hey, Andrew, have you seen my story? I left it on the table."
"Oops..."

Following said remarks, there was a small argument which I shall not recollect here.

Ah, yes. Les Misérables. Fortunately, in this story there was no lousy quicksand gross mud that wasn't really mud. A couple rats here and there, but no gross mud that they had to go through. That was a horrible story. All this time you expect it to get better, 'cause that's what stories do after a while, but no. Sad to the end, and very, very disappointing if you think everyone will live happily ever after in the last chapter. More like the dying off of everyone in the story.

So yeah, John Talor was today, well, tomorrow actually, so WW is coming up. Still, I am not worried, I'll get my 3 by 5's done today and everything will be good. And if I faint, it'll be dramatic affect of his death. *sigh sigh* Alas, I must be off. Duty calls and what not. "It will not brake! It broke..." ~Awesome opening scene dude from Aladdin

OH YES! I just thought of a good "Would you rather" question the other day. Would you rather sit in a chair for two hours with a hard seat and a padded back, -OR- one with a padded seat and hard back?

Now I go. Yea. Hooray. We're done. Good bye.

Spur of the moment

You know, when you read a story, like I said before, that was written in ten minutes, do you expect miracles? Especially coming from me? And the moral of the story is still "Don't be a woodpecker" because even if your beak was sharp, your house would get chopped up and used for furniture. Then where would we all be? Another sad story of trying to survive on the ground while predators loomed all around you. Hmm... That's not a bad idea... Maybe he'd make friends with a chipmunk. It's a sad story, meant only to fill space and make you realize your life might not be that bad. And about the telephone poles, we'll just say it was New York. Underground wiring. XD

So yes, all that jazz. You want a happy story, don't have it start with an animal. It will be killed or eaten. I've had a story that started with a sewer once. It was okay, this guy fell down a manhole and accidentally came across this kind of rebellion group while he was looking for somewhere to get out through. And of course, the people found him and there was this big long thing about him trying to hide from everyone while figuring out what they were up to and trying to get out alive.