Showing posts with label silliness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silliness. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
The Death of John Glenn
John Glenn
Got bored one day
So he hopped
On the Titanic
For a fast cruise
To L.A., where
He was planning
To meet Jackie Chan
And Bart Simpson
Unfortunately,
You know
What happened to
The Titanic
And now
The penguins
Sing
Sad songs about him,
And Georgia O’Keefe
Thinks about him
Every day…
Got bored one day
So he hopped
On the Titanic
For a fast cruise
To L.A., where
He was planning
To meet Jackie Chan
And Bart Simpson
Unfortunately,
You know
What happened to
The Titanic
And now
The penguins
Sing
Sad songs about him,
And Georgia O’Keefe
Thinks about him
Every day…
Saturday, February 25, 2006
150 characters...
...is all that blogger.com will let me use to answer a random question. The tale below didn't quite fit into my profile.
Random Question:
The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:
Once upon a time, there was an old witch who lived in a forest full of beautiful fairies. She lived there because she was hiding from the law--she had turned the prince of the kingdom into a frog. So she had disguised herself as a beautiful fairy using some magic and a sparkly blue wig. One day the fairy queen decided to have a ball. She invited all the fairies, dwarves, fauns, dryads, and all the neighboring creatures to come to her ball. Finally the big day arrived. Everyone came, for no one wanted to offend the fairy queen by not coming to her elaborately planned ball. Even the witch came, dressed in her finest pair of fake gauzy wings and her silky pretend fairy dress. She danced for hours, chatted with the queen, and fell in love with a handsome faun. Unfortunately, the frog prince had also come to the party. Instantly recognising the evil witch who had turned him into a frog, he hopped over and politely began a converstation. "My what nice hair you have!" cried the frog. "So sparkly and blue! I wish I had hair like yours...alas, I am bald and green, and not a hair to my name." The witch had had a large amount of champaigne, and was rather drunk. "HEEE HEEE HEEE!" She cackled. "You can borrow my sparkly blue wig since you like it so much!" The frog prince smiled to himself and reached up to take the witch's wig off of her head. As soon as it was off, everyone gasped. This wasn't a fairy, this was an evil witch! No fairy would ever have such a wild and ugly tangled mane of messy hair. They arrested the witch immediately. The fairies brought her before the king, who made her turn his son back into a human prince. The witch was very sorry for her past, and reformed her ways soon after. The king took pity on her and instead of going down to the dungeons, the witch was sent to do charity work in the neighboring kingdom, where she lives to this day.
The End
The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig:
Once upon a time, there was an old witch who lived in a forest full of beautiful fairies. She lived there because she was hiding from the law--she had turned the prince of the kingdom into a frog. So she had disguised herself as a beautiful fairy using some magic and a sparkly blue wig. One day the fairy queen decided to have a ball. She invited all the fairies, dwarves, fauns, dryads, and all the neighboring creatures to come to her ball. Finally the big day arrived. Everyone came, for no one wanted to offend the fairy queen by not coming to her elaborately planned ball. Even the witch came, dressed in her finest pair of fake gauzy wings and her silky pretend fairy dress. She danced for hours, chatted with the queen, and fell in love with a handsome faun. Unfortunately, the frog prince had also come to the party. Instantly recognising the evil witch who had turned him into a frog, he hopped over and politely began a converstation. "My what nice hair you have!" cried the frog. "So sparkly and blue! I wish I had hair like yours...alas, I am bald and green, and not a hair to my name." The witch had had a large amount of champaigne, and was rather drunk. "HEEE HEEE HEEE!" She cackled. "You can borrow my sparkly blue wig since you like it so much!" The frog prince smiled to himself and reached up to take the witch's wig off of her head. As soon as it was off, everyone gasped. This wasn't a fairy, this was an evil witch! No fairy would ever have such a wild and ugly tangled mane of messy hair. They arrested the witch immediately. The fairies brought her before the king, who made her turn his son back into a human prince. The witch was very sorry for her past, and reformed her ways soon after. The king took pity on her and instead of going down to the dungeons, the witch was sent to do charity work in the neighboring kingdom, where she lives to this day.
The End
Saturday, October 29, 2005
thoughts
Once upon a time there was a robin. The robin ate a worm.
Once upon a time there was a worm. The worm ate some dirt.
Once upon a time there was some dirt. The dirt was hungry.
Once upon a time there was a worm. The worm ate some dirt.
Once upon a time there was some dirt. The dirt was hungry.
Monday, October 17, 2005
I stepped off the stairs, then walked just a little too quickly across the slick wooden floor...my foot caught on a rug, and the next thing I knew I was falling in what felt like slow motion to the floor. My first thought was, "woah. I'M FALLING! I'm such a klutz. OOW! hahahaha..." the maniacal laughter started as I unpeeled myself from the floor and rubbed my elbow, listening to my friend and her parents come running to apologise, asking if I was ok, and did I get hurt? I kept laughing as I walked to the car, and I was still giggling like a seven-year old as I told the story to mom.
WHY?
WHY?
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Paper Grafitti
Nonsense and trivial wisdom collected for your amusement and benefit. Add your own--if you wish.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
My Deep Thought of the Day, and other things.
"Life is the art of drawing without an eraser."
Read a sign as mom and I drove to pick up the boys from cub-scout day camp. I thought about that one for a few moments. It seemed logical enough. Sometimes, mistakes are made in life that cannot be changed or modified. But it didn't sound quite right. A few minutes later, I told mom my puzzling question. We pondered it for a while, then came up with a new phrase.
"Life is the art of letting Jesus guide your hand while you draw."
This seemed to ring true. It made sense, too. If we pull our hands away from His, we could make a mistake that will only disappear if we put our hands back into his, and let His eraser wipe it away. Just a thought.
On to a more lighthearted topic. I saw another sign today. It simply read "FOR RENT" and was firmly planted...in the middle of a median. We had a good laugh. Ah, the government had finally decided to sell their weedy old median.
Read a sign as mom and I drove to pick up the boys from cub-scout day camp. I thought about that one for a few moments. It seemed logical enough. Sometimes, mistakes are made in life that cannot be changed or modified. But it didn't sound quite right. A few minutes later, I told mom my puzzling question. We pondered it for a while, then came up with a new phrase.
"Life is the art of letting Jesus guide your hand while you draw."
This seemed to ring true. It made sense, too. If we pull our hands away from His, we could make a mistake that will only disappear if we put our hands back into his, and let His eraser wipe it away. Just a thought.
On to a more lighthearted topic. I saw another sign today. It simply read "FOR RENT" and was firmly planted...in the middle of a median. We had a good laugh. Ah, the government had finally decided to sell their weedy old median.
Monday, June 20, 2005
I'm busy.
I have work to do. I must pack. I AM ABSOLUTELY WASTING MY TIME!!! WHY DID I JUST REALISE THAT?!? :( :< *puts head in hands*
bye for now.
:)
bye for now.
:)
Sunday, June 19, 2005
"I'm an American--see my credit cards?!?"
-from the Absent Minded Professor
Dad told me that soon I will have to learn to balance a checkbook. A scary thought, but one that is probably necessary. Oh well, who knows, it might be interesting.
*coughcough(not)coughcough*
Dad told me that soon I will have to learn to balance a checkbook. A scary thought, but one that is probably necessary. Oh well, who knows, it might be interesting.
*coughcough(not)coughcough*
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Hateful Hills
Timothy tried on his new basketball outfit, and asked if he looked handsome. :)
Zeneida came over today. She said she's moving to a subdivision called "Hateful Hills". I just stared at her for a second, thinking I had heard her wrong. Then I said, "You mean...like...'I hate you' Hateful Hills'? I couldn't comprehend anyone calling a subdivision that. It was like something out of Pilgrim's Progress, too ludicrous to be true. Mom asked how to spell it. It turns out that Zeneida had made a misake...it's ______ Hills. Ah. Her English is pretty good, but there is a rare mistake, and sometimes she asks me what a certain word means. tata.
Zeneida came over today. She said she's moving to a subdivision called "Hateful Hills". I just stared at her for a second, thinking I had heard her wrong. Then I said, "You mean...like...'I hate you' Hateful Hills'? I couldn't comprehend anyone calling a subdivision that. It was like something out of Pilgrim's Progress, too ludicrous to be true. Mom asked how to spell it. It turns out that Zeneida had made a misake...it's ______ Hills. Ah. Her English is pretty good, but there is a rare mistake, and sometimes she asks me what a certain word means. tata.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Shopping trips involving ice-cream
Ice cream...shopping...very good combination. I went shopping with mom today for summer clothes...guys you can leave now, if you haven't already, because the rest of this post is going to be me flapping my jaws about SHOPPING. haha, girls, can't you see the guys running away screaming at the thought of having to...shop. Yes, very scary. Well, especially for Caleb. The poor kid got dragged around today in the mall after us, waiting in the boring dressing room, sitting on a huge, overstuffed chair with cotton coming out of a rip in the back. He was dejectedly (ooh, big word) staring around befuddling (ooh, big word) excuse me, fiddling with his thumbs, kicking the carpet, and making faces in the mirror. Luckily, mom had promised him a treat, something sweet, if he would come with us to the stores. So he HAD to agree. What nine year old wouldn't-after all, there was a reward-of who knew what? And he was good about it too, I guess, considering he's a boy, and a little boy at that. So I tried on all sorts of clothes, and tried them on, and tried them on...ugh, this post is getting extremely boring. OK, to make a boring story short, we ended up getting ice-cream, and it all ended up nicely, with some nice new clothes
The End~
Well, not exactly. We passed some lettered shirts for boys. One said, "You can have my sister" And mom and I thought we should get it for D., but it was an Ugly Yellow color, so we decided it would not look good on him, and put it back on the rack. Then we thought it would be super funny if all the boys got matching shirts of that, and wore it on the same day, but that idea was ditched for time reasons, (and I stopped laughing, after I thought about it) and we went on shopping. Mom and I could not resist the shoppers impulse to buy T. a little outfit, a red Basketball jersey thing (you know, the baggy, sleevless, shiny-material ones) it is sweet (thats the wrong word, I guess). Mom was a little hesitant, but I said, "Mom, you've got to connect with your inner punk!" and she was silly, and was like, "ooohhh!" and jumped up, and we bought it.
The End~
(for real)
The End~
Well, not exactly. We passed some lettered shirts for boys. One said, "You can have my sister" And mom and I thought we should get it for D., but it was an Ugly Yellow color, so we decided it would not look good on him, and put it back on the rack. Then we thought it would be super funny if all the boys got matching shirts of that, and wore it on the same day, but that idea was ditched for time reasons, (and I stopped laughing, after I thought about it) and we went on shopping. Mom and I could not resist the shoppers impulse to buy T. a little outfit, a red Basketball jersey thing (you know, the baggy, sleevless, shiny-material ones) it is sweet (thats the wrong word, I guess). Mom was a little hesitant, but I said, "Mom, you've got to connect with your inner punk!" and she was silly, and was like, "ooohhh!" and jumped up, and we bought it.
The End~
(for real)
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