aaron, Joel, and I went to the wave pool tonight.... guess what i pulled an aaron, i forgot my towel... so bad..... but we had so much fun... we took the big hammers and beat each other with them.... well no we beat Joel with them, but we enjoyed it.... joel did some dives off the board, and he's really good..... it was so cool , he had perfect form.... then more hammer bashing.... we had fun.... mel, and susan should come with us next time...... wahhaaaaaa.... mel bashing could prove to be interesting... heehee...
August 31, 2004
Playland baby!!!!!
had sooooooo much fun yesterday.... we all went to BP for mel's birthday party, then headed out to playland.... it was so fun.... my fave this year the enterprise...... but i love them all..... all of us girls felt sick, but the guys were still raring to go.... of course.... we were so crazy, we screamed on every ride( well i did my zena call) a thank you... heehee......needless to say sore throat .... but it was a blast... yah p.s. i beat aaron on the heavy hitter.... haha, yah and so did luke... heehee.... we didn't leave till 12:15...... goodgood.... awesome...... rock on.....
August 23, 2004
i'm sorry!!!
i've found lately that i've underestimated the ones dearest to me......... mel has proven to be one of the most loyal friends i could ever ask for.... susy has shown more depth and more love than i ever thought possible of her( and she's also a great listener)... and aaron has never failed to know what i need even when i don't want it or know that i should... i'm sorry that i've taken you guys for granted... i love you all .... you know that... love curly
August 21, 2004
Riddles!!! answers
1) "edam" is "made" backwards
2) They are all adopted
3) The Maid: they don't deliver mail on Sundays
2) They are all adopted
3) The Maid: they don't deliver mail on Sundays
August 18, 2004
Riddles!!!
1)What kind of cheese is made backwards?
2)What do these three have in common?
-Superman
-Moses
-The Cabbage Patch Kids
3) A man was found murdered on Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and got these alibis:
The Wife said she was sleeping.
The Cook was cooking breakfast.
The Gardener was picking vegetables.
The Maid was getting the mail.
The Butler was cleaning the closet.
The police instantly arrested the murderer. Who did it and how did they know?
2)What do these three have in common?
-Superman
-Moses
-The Cabbage Patch Kids
3) A man was found murdered on Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and got these alibis:
The Wife said she was sleeping.
The Cook was cooking breakfast.
The Gardener was picking vegetables.
The Maid was getting the mail.
The Butler was cleaning the closet.
The police instantly arrested the murderer. Who did it and how did they know?
lame jokes are the best!!!!
A midget fortune teller robs a bank, and is no where to be seen . The headlines the next day read... "Small medium at large.".....
What do you call cheese that's not yours?..... nacho cheese...
A group of bandits rob a train full of viagra... the police are now looking for three hardened criminals....
How do you confuse a blond? take her to a circular room and tell her to pee in the corner.
How does she confuse you? she comes back and says i'm done....
Three men are on top of a building, and a genie appears. He tells them to jump off and call out what ever they want to fall in. The first guy jumps and calls out feathers.... The next guy jumps and yells "jello".... the next guy slips on a banana while he's jumping and yells " oh shit!!!"
if you have any more leave them....
What do you call cheese that's not yours?..... nacho cheese...
A group of bandits rob a train full of viagra... the police are now looking for three hardened criminals....
How do you confuse a blond? take her to a circular room and tell her to pee in the corner.
How does she confuse you? she comes back and says i'm done....
Three men are on top of a building, and a genie appears. He tells them to jump off and call out what ever they want to fall in. The first guy jumps and calls out feathers.... The next guy jumps and yells "jello".... the next guy slips on a banana while he's jumping and yells " oh shit!!!"
if you have any more leave them....
can you help me
i don't know what to do as a career... i could be a vet's assistant or a graphic designer or a bridal consultant or ..... can anyone think of anything i would be good at??? i need a career to get out of this rut( i'm sure some other people can sympathize with this).... but i don't want to jump into schooling for something i'm not sure of..... if you have any ides please leave them... maybe you'll think of something i haven't..... thanks shannon
August 10, 2004
she's gone!!!
well seraina's gone..... i'm going to miss her.... i'm kinda dissapointed that we didn't really spend any time together... everytime we called she had something else to do... someone else to see... i guess we are just growing apart... i guess i feel if she really wanted to see us, she would have made the time... but whatever, what's done is done.... maybe next year( sarcastic groan...)
August 4, 2004
this one's for you Aaron!!! lol
What's black, white, and red all over; and can't turn around in a doorway?
A nun with a javelin through her head.
A nun with a javelin through her head.
This is an awesome story by Paul Harvey!!!
He was nine--- in a Sunday school class of eight year olds.
Eight year olds can be cruel.
The third graders did not welcome Phillip to their group.
Not just because he was older. He was "different."
He suffered from Down's syndrome, and it's obvious manifestations: facial characteristics, slow responses, symptoms of retardation.
One Sunday after Easter the Sunday school teacher gathered some of those plastic eggs that pull apart in the middle--- the kind in which some ladies' pantyhose are packaged. The Sunday school teacher gave one of these plastic eggs to each child.
On that beautiful spring day each child was to go outdoors and discover for himself some symbol of "new life" and place that symbolic seed or leaf or whatever inside his egg. They would then open their eggs one by one, and each youngster would explain how his find was a symbol of "new life."
So... The youngsters gathered round on the appointed day and put their eggs on a table, and the teacher began to open them. One child had found a flower. All the children "oohed" and "aahed" at the lovely symbol of new life. In another was a butterfly. " Beautiful," the girls said. And it's not easy for an eight year old to say "beautiful." Another egg was opened to reveal a rock. Some children laughed . "That's crazy!" one said. "How's a rock supposed to be like a 'new life'?" immediately a little boy spoke up and said, "That's mine. I knew everybody would get flowers and leaves and butterflies and all that stuff, so I got a rock to be different." Everyone laughed. The teacher opened the last one, and there was nothing inside. "That's not fair" someone said. "That's stupid," said another. Teacher felt a tug on his shirt. It was Phillip. Looking up he said, "It's mine. I did do it. It's empty. I have new life because the tomb is empty." The class fell silent.
From that day on Phillip became part of the group they welcomed him. Whatever had made him different was never mentioned again.
Phillip's family had known he would not live a long life; just too many things wrong with the tiny body. That summer, overcame with infection, Phillip died.
On the day of his funeral nine eight year old boys and girls confronted the reality of death and marched up to the altar--- not with flowers. Nine children with their Sunday school teacher placed on the casket of their friend their gift of love--- an empty egg.
Eight year olds can be cruel.
The third graders did not welcome Phillip to their group.
Not just because he was older. He was "different."
He suffered from Down's syndrome, and it's obvious manifestations: facial characteristics, slow responses, symptoms of retardation.
One Sunday after Easter the Sunday school teacher gathered some of those plastic eggs that pull apart in the middle--- the kind in which some ladies' pantyhose are packaged. The Sunday school teacher gave one of these plastic eggs to each child.
On that beautiful spring day each child was to go outdoors and discover for himself some symbol of "new life" and place that symbolic seed or leaf or whatever inside his egg. They would then open their eggs one by one, and each youngster would explain how his find was a symbol of "new life."
So... The youngsters gathered round on the appointed day and put their eggs on a table, and the teacher began to open them. One child had found a flower. All the children "oohed" and "aahed" at the lovely symbol of new life. In another was a butterfly. " Beautiful," the girls said. And it's not easy for an eight year old to say "beautiful." Another egg was opened to reveal a rock. Some children laughed . "That's crazy!" one said. "How's a rock supposed to be like a 'new life'?" immediately a little boy spoke up and said, "That's mine. I knew everybody would get flowers and leaves and butterflies and all that stuff, so I got a rock to be different." Everyone laughed. The teacher opened the last one, and there was nothing inside. "That's not fair" someone said. "That's stupid," said another. Teacher felt a tug on his shirt. It was Phillip. Looking up he said, "It's mine. I did do it. It's empty. I have new life because the tomb is empty." The class fell silent.
From that day on Phillip became part of the group they welcomed him. Whatever had made him different was never mentioned again.
Phillip's family had known he would not live a long life; just too many things wrong with the tiny body. That summer, overcame with infection, Phillip died.
On the day of his funeral nine eight year old boys and girls confronted the reality of death and marched up to the altar--- not with flowers. Nine children with their Sunday school teacher placed on the casket of their friend their gift of love--- an empty egg.
August 3, 2004
JOB!!!
hey didn't get the job in Oregon, but i did get a job at wendy's for now.... that is cool... started today .... start actual work tommorow... yahoo... well yah that's that...
August 2, 2004
Prayer
Many people tend to associate prayer with separation from others, but real prayer brings us closer to our fellow human beings. Prayer is the first and indespensable discipline of compassion precisely because is also the first expression of human solidarity.Why is this so? Because the Spirit who prays in us is the Spirit by whom all human beings are brought together in unity and community. Henry J.M. Nouwen
August 1, 2004
waaaahh!!!!
have you ever had a period in your life when at the same time everything feels like it's changing, but it's stagnant as well .... that's now for me... the last year really.... anyone who knows me knows that the last year had been crazy for me.... well lately things have been kind of weird... i feel kinda of like i've been forced to feel so much, that i can't handle emotions anymore.... i break down at the slightest pressure, cry over stupid things, lash out at people i love too much to hurt.... i know that i've been hard to deal with at times, and i want to say i'm sorry... i love you guys so much.... you know who you are...
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