It's Saturday morning and after waking up from a funny dream, I'm hungry.
Lisa is making creeps, oh sorry, crepes in the kitchen and Nicky is making the coffee with the foamy milk on top.
And I'm going to go eat.

Alright It's been awhile so I thought I'd post. This is an excerpt (well actually the beginning) of a small dumb story that I was doing since I was nine or ten. I don't have the creativity to write a post so here you go.

"Bush’s voice rang out across the White House; “These terrorists will not succeed, they are puny! I see a great day for Americ--ahhhh!” Many of his secretaries were unaccustomed to this loud squeal and jumped up frantically, looking around for any sign of danger. Unfortunately for them, this was the day ‘terrorists’ had decided to rid the earth of Bush, once and for all.

The White House burst into flames as the nose of a massive plane made its deafening entry, colliding into the floor. Politicians were instantly alerted by the loud crash, having become increasingly drowsy after Bush’s lengthy speech. There was fire everywhere, and smoke was curling up and around the White House.

As the people shrieked in pain or fright, they pushed their cumbersome way to the door. A huge limestone rock fell down abruptly in front of the brown doors, as if it had a mind of its own and had decided that these snivelling people had no right to live. More bangs shattered the White House, as a few flammable objects were set alight. Someone got it into their head that they should call the fire department. The people screamed in agreement and started rushing the other direction to the phone. Donald Rumsfield arrived at the phone first, but big old ‘Condi’ Rice violently pushed him aside. Breathing heavily and trying to keep away from the fire and smoke, she punched (quite literally) in the numbers 911 and waited for an answer.

But unfortunately for her, the phone lines had been burnt off and there was no way of getting out of the White House, the door having been blocked by that enormous lump of stone. She grimly noticed the feet and hands sticking out from underneath it. Flushed, she tried the windows. They were stuck! She smirked, thinking of all the times they had used the aircon. It had obviously paid off. Then, she passed out.

:)

Misc.

I hate Posting.
I like Dad's blog. No one pesters him for more posts.

Hair

This man is getting a hair wash/baptism.
This post is dedicated to Lisa, for the sake of a post being dedicated.
Please note that if any character in this photograph resembles someone you know, it is purely coincidental.

It's really weird that some people wash their hair everyday. I wash mine every week, unless we've gone swimming. Once I heard a certain person say with an expression of disbelief,
"Ohure (thats how australians say 'oh'), I haven't washed my hair for two days!"
So what? It's just hair, so it can stand to not be washed continually.

Its probably why some people get gray hair early. They wash it too much and then they sprout a few white hairs, and oh! the colours gone.
Anyway, that was my tirade for the day. Enjoy your week!

Happy Easter

Yesterday we had an Easter Relatives Party. For a change, they all came to our house for the latest relative party. Dad's side of the family, it was. We munched on mum's and mine homemade hot cross buns, ate several varieties of meat, and gorged ourselves on chips, Ryan especially I might add. Other people wafted around tasting different foods.
Dad, Mum and the relatives got into a lengthy conversation about the different television shows they watched. Dad began to count them on his fingers.
"We watch Miss Marple (but thats not on anymore), Medium, Heroes and the occasional Inspector Rex."
"I watch Heroes" One of the aunts said.
"I watch Miss Marple and Inspector Rex, but then they started to do repeats so I don't watch Inspector Rex anymore but now I hear they are not showing repeats anymore so now I am going to watch it again." Grandad said.
Mum - "did you ever watch Father Matteo?"
Dad - "oh yes, it was in italian."
Grandad - "I watched that, it was rather amusing!"
Mum, talking to an uncle "oh! could you understand it?"
"if it was in Italian, i could, Di." He said, laughing.
Strange conversations they had sometimes.
One of the aunts was constantly trying to get rid of some onions that were being cooked. Everytime someone came over from the other table,
"Oh, ask them if they would like onions."
I think they finally got eaten.

Nothing, really.

Poor me,
My runescape membership is all over.

Bike Riding is the Bestest

We went bike riding the other day. Its mine, Dad's and Nicky's new hobby.
Anyhow. There are police horses right near the bike path, so Nicky and I made a friend. A big brown horse that does massive dungs.
So we took apples for it, but when we got there they had just been fed so the horse was gorging itself and payed no attention to us.
We decided to go further up the bike path for a few minutes (turned into half an hour) and explore a park. There was this strip of marshy stuff so we explored it and poked and prodded jellyfish while we waited. Then we went back to the horse's pen and that horse was still eating.
So, we didn't end up feeding it anything. Well, we left some tufts of grass. We poked them through the chain fence. He probably ate that.
On the way back I spotted a watermelon plant. There were a bunch of little ones growing. Me and Nicky went through the plant (which was really like a vine) and found the biggest one. We thought it might be big enough to be ripe. We put it in Nicky's bag bag and rode away. We put it in rather quickly because for some reason we were afraid that the other bikers would see us.

Towards the end, Nicky wheeled the bike home because the watermelon was too heavy and her bag kept threatening to swing around and hit her in the stomach. When we were just at the house we saw Lisa coming back from (where else?) coles. She was laden with a bag of chips for "later." We wheeled the bikes into the yard and put them away, then went in the house with the watermelon.
We took it to the kitchen and cut it in half. It smelt so good! But we tasted it and it was very very bitter and yucky. So, we took it to the empty vegetable lot and nicky, brandishing a shovel, set to work digging a hole to bury the watermelon.
"We're burying the evidence." Nicky said with a wicked grin. I wish we hadn't picked it. We could've rode to the watermelon patch everyday and cultivated it.

I don't like titles.

I just realized today that a blog is not really like an online dictionary. They should have an awful lot of posts by now, seeing as diaries are to be done daily.
If it were, you would be writing to do lists on here. I have done that once, but that was for the many whines i would hear.
"No, don't delete your Hi5!"
"I didn't know you had Flixster! I want to add you to my friends list so don't get rid of it!"
I hate Flixster junk mail. But i will keep Hi5 so i can regularly check Lisa's and insult anyone who decides to be a pervy sort of person.
"I'm comin!'" Ugh.
" u r so hot xoxo" You pervert!
I'm bored.
Byebye!

I love Swimming

Hump Lisa session. Well, not really.

Cherish being abnormally excited and retarded about something.

The other day I landed myself (flap flap) with a bee sting. We were swimming and seeing as I cannot stand anywhere in the pool, I grabbed onto the side. There much of been a bee sitting there waiting for a splash so he could suck up the water. I don't know why -its a salt water pool. So i got stung. I pulled out the stinger and forgot about it. However in the night it got super swollen, a bit less then twice the size of the same finger on the other hand. Mum thought i had a bee sting infection, (since i also had a slight temperature) so I got to lounge about and leisurely do my school for the next couple of days.
That pool is lovely.

Yesterday I continued with my hobby of making strange colourful cakes which everyone (except Mum Lisa and I apparently) hates. This one was what I like to call the "pink moat cake sprinkled with coconut." I have a picture of it somewhere.

No boring comments like i give all of you please.

Saturday

Well it's Saturday again.
Jo came to pick up Lisa. Lisa now goes about every Saturday (i think.) to take care of Cydney and Ryan whilst Jo studies. Cydney claims that they are 'taking Lisa away' with an evil laugh, but we hope (and pray) that her triumph is short lived as we all shout,
"Yay! Lisa's gone!"
So anyway, they ended up staying for about an hour. Then they decided to leave (with the added evil "we're taking Lisa away" and laugh.) when Jo walked back into our house cradling Ryan. An emergency toilet trip, I think.
I got up and went to the porch, where Nicky, Mum and Cherish were laying over each other on the seat on the porch. Suddenly naked Ryan runs out, jumps from the porch and runs wildly down the street, giggling. Ryan giggled again and ran to Jo's car where Lisa and Cydney were waiting.
"Oh! Theres a view on View Street!" Mum laughed.
After catching him Jo explained that Ryan had dropped his vegimite samwich on the bathroom floor, then had thrown half in the toilet. Then he retrieved it and tried to eat it, but thankfully Jo restrained him. Wouldn't want darling Ryan to catch hepatitis A, B or C. But I'm sure he wouldn't mind with the added alphabet bonus.

(NONE)

Well, today is one of those days when you wake up Saturday morning and you go into the kitchen, pull open the fridge and eat cake thats leftover from Friday night.
Then you feel sick and full after you eat too much.
Why is it that Lisa's blog is the most 'popular?'

To Do List

To do list:

-Delete Hi5 account
-Delete Yahoo account
-Delete Flixter account.

Why did I sign up to those accounts?

Hanson the Whiney Bunch

I don't know how many of you have heard of 'Hanson.' Anyhow, today I had an extreme deja vu.
I went into the kitchen, where Lisa was making dinner. She had on music, and all of a sudden this Hanson song starts. Thats when I had the deja vu thingy.
In China, we had a smallish kitchen that somehow made me feel sweaty. Anyway, on some days this Hanson music would be blaring out of the kitchen. The door was closed but it didn't "dim" the sound that much. I would go in there, and they would be all this smoke. I would find Lisa stuffed in the other end of the kitchen chopping something up. Then I heard the telltale noises of meatballs being fried in lots of oil, and the chopping of tomatoes, and last but not least the smell of coriander a eggplant being steamed. I hate eggplant. Yes, Lisa was making her tomato-coriander-meatball-eggplant dish.
And then I would hear;
"...don't go saying that you're alright,
theres no room for getting uptight,
don't go saying that your okay,
are you listening?!"
Of course Lisa is! Why do you think she is playing this song?! To listen to it! They're a whiney bunch, the Hansons. They are a band that consists of three, whiney brothers.
This scene repeated itself every time Lisa would make dinner. This laptop I am using is the same one that Hanson music used to blare out of. Now Lisa has found a new love. A new Compaq. Poor dear.

Grin!

On my birthday, Lisa and I went roller blading. We roller bladed to a carpark where we met this little boy of about seven and his old father. We supposed the mother is Asian and younger then the father. The boy was telling us about how his Dad had seen on the headlines that there might be a while van at this particular carpark "...who were looking to grab little kids."
I don't know if it was true, but the little boy's advice was to "not go too near it." Because there was a white van there. It was kind of suspicious, because it had tainted windows.
So anyway, he said to his dad, "Dad, have you got a pen? Are you going to write down the license plate??" It was weird.
So then we went home, and Cherish and I sat in the hammock, getting frightened whenever the neighbours cat came too near. This cat enjoys coming into our yard, rubbing itself on either us or the garden chairs. We were about to watch a movie.
So, then dad comes out and says, "you'll have to come around the front." And promptly shut the door and locked it. He also turned off the light. Cherish and I went around the front. Dad can be prissy sometimes. Ho ho.
I forget what we watched.

Chicken Pox Pams strikes again!

That's my new name for myself! Chicken Pox Pams.
I don't mind chicken pox very much. I just don't like the yucky feeling of little bumps with a bubble in the middle full of this odourless fluid (good or bad fluid, I don't know) all over my skin. Fortunately for me, it's a mild case. Now I hear Keith and Alysha have been exposed to it right about the same time as me. Well, these little poxes have a insatiable desire to bunch themselves smack bang onto my nose. These are going away now. I just want to know who gave this wonderful gift of chicken pox to me. It could be Anyone so I might go beat him up.
Thats all I can say about the chicken pox. And no, I will not post any pictures of me in my poxed state.

Mum inherited Lisa's old laptop. When I say old, I mean it both ways. It is old in the fact that its the laptop Lisa used to have and it's old because its old. It's the one I am using right now.
Dad got a friend to fix it. Lisa and Dad went to his house yesterday to pick it up.
Anyhow, when Lisa came back with it she extracted all her disgusting files from it. Later, at dinner, she commented to us;
"Its funny, on my old computer I have like twenty pictures of myself, whereas on my new one I only have five."

Oh yes, and I read Alice in Wonderland yesterday and it's sequel Through the Looking Glass. It's such a strange book.
The End!

(give me) Comments and (no) Coffee

As I lounge on Lisa's bed, using her computer whilst she watches a documentry, I'm wondering at the strange demand of posts on my blog.
So, to satisfy these demandings I did.. three new posts.
"Now," I thought, relieved, "I can rest." In my mind I was thinking, rest for a week or so. But now that I've done all these posts, no one has commented on any of them. Except for faithful Lisa, but she didn't comment on 'my superb photograpy, yes.'
And my birthday message to Nicky and Lisa, only Lisa commented. I severly doubt that Nicky even bothered to look! Otherwise she would've written an adoring comment back to me.
Also I think she would've written a comment on how superb my photography is. That is not because of my superb photography yes, it's because of how I said that I had taken those photos with dad's camera and not hers. I was sure she would've written a "stinging" comment about dad's camera, and talk about how good hers is.
Anyway. I'm bored. Must have milk. Oh wait, I already had some.
Now that brings me to another topic. Nicky and Cherish's predjudice towards Mine and Lisa's taste for milk. What they don't understand, is that we are aliens. Lisa and I must have milk. It is our life source. If we don't drink milk, we will die.
"More milk?!" Cherish says incredulously.
"Thats your third cup!" Nicky says, horrified.
I glance a withering look at them, and then I proceed to pour myself some milk.
It is so fresh, its so creamy, its, for want of a better word, YUMMY. Yaaas! But now, I can sort of relate to the girl's predjudice towards Lisa's milk diet. If she were just drinking milk or cocoa, that would be fine, because that is what I drink.
Yes, Lisa drinks coffee. Yuck, yuck, yuck. I mean, its alright, but the amount she drinks!
What was it, three cups every day? Poor Leeloo is going to stunt her growth. I used to like it to and I was certain I would drink as much as Lisa does once I turned 16. Not anymore.
A couple of months ago, Lisa started buying this stuff called Chicory. This is a sort of syrup, tastes just like coffee, and it doesn't have any caffeine in it.
So, I started to drink it because I was bored of cocoa, and it tasted just like coffee. You put a couple of spoons in a cup and add milk to it. I liked it, but then, slowly, it started to taste disgusting. So thats how I don't like coffee anymore.

Anyway, I'm off. SOMEONE COMMENT PLEASE.

My superb photography, yes.

I especially like the second one. Come to think of it, I like them both equally. And both weren't taken with Nicky's camera (which has a very good zoom). This was using Dad's camera.

How mum and I broke a utility.

This a rather old happening, but nevertheless I will post about it.

It was the first day of daylight savings, and Mum and I had taken advantage of the longer hours (with more daylight) to try out a cricket bat. Since we are only two, we could not properly play. Our game consisted of me and mum taking turns batting and bowling. No scores or anything, of course because you can't do that with only two people.
Then I felt thirsty so I ran over to the water fountain. I noticed it was broken, because this water was spraying out. So I tried to fix it. That didn't work so I just drank my fill and ran back.
"Tam, you broke the water fountain." Mum greeted me.
"Oh, I didn't do that. It was like that when I went to get some water."
Mum wasn't satisfied so she went to try and fix it. Unfortunately she only broke it further. It was now gushing out and Australians go beserk over saving water. We both got wet and Mum determined to go and ask a few people to help.
She approached a rather scruffy man with an old sort of dog. He got wet too but couldn't fix it. Then, Mum went to some houses to ask around. A middle aged man came from one of the houses with a tool, but that didn't work. He ran back to the house to get a bigger one of the same tool (I forget what it was called). By now several people had gathered around.
"I can go home and get one." A man offered obligingly. He went off to get it.
"I can just imagine a kid coming along and trying to drink and then the fountain breaking and the water shooting up into the sky." one person snickered.
"And there she is!" The scruffy man with the old dog said, pointing at me.
On top of that a park ranger came along. She said someone had reported this. She didn't have anything in her car. And I thought those sort of people were to be prepared. So she called another ranger and ordered him to come along and fix it.
The middle aged man came back from his house with another tool. He managed to turn the water off, so the ranger called the other ranger and told him it was all fixed and he didn't have to come anymore.
Then everyone left, and me and mum were wet. We started to walk home and on the way we saw the man who had gone home to find the right tool.
"Sorry, I couldn't find one. Is it fixed?"
"Oh yes. Thank you anyway," Mum smiled at him sweetly.
Then we went home.

Happy Birthday, Dahlings.

Happy Birthday to Neenoo and Leeloo!
I hope you have a very good 18th & 20th year. My you're old. Well I oughtn't rub that in, me being as fresh as a newborn and all.
I remember Cherish and I formulating in our minds that if I went and whispered in Nicky's ear "Lisa will only play if you do." And Cherish whispering in Lisa's ear "Nicky will only play if you do." ...that we would all come together and play a nice big perverted stuffed animal game. I don't remember if it worked, but anyway. The point of this post is a Very Happy Birthday to you, my loverly sisters.

Christmas.

Lisa and Mum have been wafting Christmas around the house.
Why, only today they ran off to Morley seeking presents for us. They made Dad drive them to the bus stop where they caught a bus to Galleria. They were gone for a few hours.
They returned, giggling and carrying many bags of goodies. Not all for us, some for relatives in a distant country. No doubt they'd been to a cheap shop, (such as Red Dot, Thingz, etc.) no offence. I'm sure we'll enjoy them.
Family stores are always good. They sell lots of interesting stuff. I think last Christmas all my presents were from second hand shops. Perfectly good, mind you.
Anyway. Lisa invited me to help her wrap her own present and a few others. So while I did that, I missed out on five/ten minutes of Inspector Rex.
I'm off, maybe I will put on the Christmas lights.
Merry Christmas.

I hate daylight savings.

"Tam! Wakey wakey!"
What?! Who would dare wake me up while I am sleeping?! Ah, it must be a dream! There we go. Whoever it was is gone.
Five minutes later.
"Come on Tam! Its eight thirty!"
What?! Already? Oh, but I'm still tired. And its so cold outside. Funny it should be so cold at eight thirty. Oh well, off to sleep I go. Zzzz.
Two minutes later.
"Tam!! Get up! You're two minutes late! Fifty cents!"
BE QUIET!!!!! Ah, I know what. I'll roll to the other side of the bed. Aah, she's gone. ZzzZzzz.
Suddenly. DaayyYY LIGhht SaviingGGSs...
WHAT! Then I can sleep after all. Its only seven thirty.

That was my greeting to daylight savings. Though this is somewhat fictional, I still had a experience somewhat like that.
And on top of that, this morning we had to wake up earlier then that! 7.30 in daylight savings time, but the real time was 6.30!

Burst

Yesterday Nicky discovered a new setting on the camera. Here are the results :

Fishses!

<------- I look freaky here! Teehee! Today, Nicky and I went fishing. So we got our two fishing rods, one was bought by me, and the other was lent to us by Pop. We strode confidently down to the park, carrying in our bag: - a rag - a knife - a small box with hooks in it - and, a small amount of mince (bait) But -on the closest pier were two groups of people on it. Fishing as well. "Darn people." I thought. Then I remembered that when Mum and I had gone on a 'brisk walk' (she calls them that) we had seen two small piers. They weren't very far so we set off there. After five or ten minutes of walking we arrived at the piers. The first one was very small, but me and Nicky thought it was swell. Sadly, there was a sign that I suddenly noticed which said it was a private pier. Silly, though, because it was preeetty small. So, we went to the bigger one, which was being .. rebuilt. We pulled out the mince and we both came to the conclusion that it was a bit crumbly. Nicky got the bright idea of mixing it with bird dung, which worked. It made it nice and thick and it wouldn't fall off after the first cast.
Suddenly I felt this shudder go through my rod. A jolt, kind of. So I started to pull the line in. It felt heavier then it usually did. I realised that I had caught a blowfish, the most common pest of a fish in Australia, I think. It made my day anyway.
Its the first time I had caught a fish since I had bought a fishing rod. Nicky and I contemplated what to do with it. Nicky pitied it, and so did I. But mostly I was concerned with the loss of a fishing hook. In the end, we cut the line and threw it back in.
I don't know if its dead now. We met dad on the way back. He was saying how the fish would go down to the bottom of the river and show off his new lip piericing to the other fish.

Lisa and her new husband.

Post? WHAT ABOUT!
Oh well. I suppose I'll post about this;
The other day, whilst Lisa was stuffing various pamplets (or pampies as I like to call them) she discovered a stationary store pamplet that was selling all these different laptops.
As hers is temporarily (I hope, permanently), she was instantly interested. She started to stare at them intently, her eyes lighting up as she saw each and every one of them. She excitedly shared the pamplet with dad, pointing at each one.
She was so excited that she started telling us (me and Cherish) all about how hers was broken, and anyway, here are some excerps.
"Oh, this ones screen and battery is bigger. My screen only __ inches wide." and "Oh, if I buy it I will only have to pay dad back for .. a few months!"

So the next day her and Dad settled it and went straight away to 'Officeworks,' the store where the laptops were being sold. Lisa giggled excitedly and went to the car.
They came back in about an hour with a suprisingly small box.
She grinned gleefully as she paraded into the living room holding the box high. She opened it and after a few minutes of pretending she was interested in reading the manual she slowly and demurely lifted the laptop and set it on the coffee table.
We naturally admired her new toy as it was, in actual fact, better then her other block of metal.
The screen was so shiny a pretty and the keyboard was ugly. Sorry Lisa, if this offends you and your thinner block of metal. And she couldn't even fit the battery in because, well you know how people are with new computers. They're so careful not to apply any force.
So for the next two weeks we are not allowed to touch it, I'll wager.
Well, at least she'll have a clearer screen to see what her lovers are saying.
'Its so easy to bate u, Lisa,' a lover once said. 'Well, you know what?! I hate you too!' and that was the last we heard of him.

Spidey.

This spider (called a huntsman) has taken up residence in our bathroom. It seems whenever Nicky is in the bathroom having a shower, this shady character crawls down the wall for a closer view. Aha, well. Anyway, in these pictures he had crawled down to the counter. Pretty big, I'll say. Mum has insisted to dad that he catch it and put it outside, but dad thinks its his friend, "and I talk to him while I'm having a shower!" He said. He reasoned to mum last night, "If outside was it's natural habitat, why would it be in the bathroom!" But then he declared that he was scared of it. Well, I kind of think it looks like a hermit crab.

Cheep! Aww, so cute. Squish.

Today I rescued a dead bird, a honey eater.
It had been run over by a car. So anyway, I walked to the middle of the road, and picked it up (-not gingerly). I carried it to the front garden where Dad, Cherish, Nicky, and Lisa were watching the spectacle. Dad hurridly went inside (I think he thought he was going to catch bird flu) and Cherish tried to tell me that 'you shouldn't pick up dead birds.' Bah. If she had picked it up she would've done it gingerly. See?
Anyway, I fetched a shovel from the backyard and dug a hole, since I couldn't bear having those little ants eating it. Or that cat Gollum/Smeagol (dad gave it the name Gollum/Smeagol because its grey and shrivelled.) would come and eat it but Cherish again reasoned to me that they don't eat dead creatures.
It started sprinkling so I hurried as I dug a hole. Those darn roots got in the way. It wasn't very deep and the birds head was sticking out of the hole at one point. So I heartlessly pushed it back in the hole with the shovel.
Ooh yay, its thundering. If you'll excuse me, I'm off to get electrocuted.

SCHOOL!

Darn.
School tomorrow.
Days of education. And then you have Cherish: (every hour), "TEA!"
Ah, well. I just have to finish it quickly, Nicky reasons to me, and then I won't have to do it anymore. Such logic. I don't even know exactly what grade I'm on. I think I am on seventh, but Valerie Marrett (the lady who provides the books for my education) has all these different books! Some are on sixth and some are on seventh. Why can't it be like CLE, nice and simple. You know which grade you're on.
701, 702, 703, etc. Easy!
I think it would even be cheaper to get CLE instead of Valerie Marrett's books. Oh wait, now I remember the reason why I am not doing CLE. When you get to eighth grade it fizzes out of Algebra. But does that really matter? I might be wasting a few months of my life on Algebra, and for all I know, I will never use it!
I'm not going to be a math teacher or anything of the sort, well of course I will have to teach my offspring but I probably won't be teaching them that, it will be my willing little stooge (husband). Anyway, I'm not going to be a physicist or whatever those people are who supposedly use it.
Goodbye.

A visit to Nanspanses house.

The other day Dad, Cherish and I all decided that a trip to Nanny's (so Dad could thin his wood on one of Pop's torture machines) would be in order.
The van speeded through the freeway, Dad occasionally talking to himself but also to other drivers:
"..sure I'll give way, sweetheart." -and the such. When we violently protested to this he'd simply say, "But look! -She is a sweetheart! I'll just speed up super quick and you can see." He never did catch up the the woman's car.
When we arrived at Nanny's house Tiger started going around in circles (simply because he loves us) and barking. Nice dog. Nanny immediatly put on the kettle and scurried around doing other things to make the tea.
Whilst we were there Nanny showed us all these little things her and Pop and collected over the years from, oh.. Ningaloo (wherever that is.) etc. One of the things she had was a small shriveled up kangaroo foetus that they had found dead in a kangaroo's pouch. They had some methalated spirits on hand amazingly enough and 'pickled' it.
I pulled out a large shell that contained lots of other little shells. I looked at each one and then I stopped at a certain one. In the back of this shell there was a little brown morsel. I showed Cherish, commenting at how much it looked like a hermit crab's claws and legs. She manuoevered it out of the shell and we both realised it was a hermit crab. It seemed to be a different species then what I own. It was smaller and skinnier but maybe that was because it was dead.
Nanny looked at it and was suprised. I suppose she had just picked it up, put it in her bag and not noticed that there was anything inside it. She thinks though, that it was already dead in the shell when she found it.
Who knows. Praps she got it and it crawled around in the bag she had (keep in mind that Nanny and Pop would've stayed where they were visiting for a few weeks) it in, and it starved and dead.

Woofy!

In a rare stroke of genious me and Nicky made this up:

"My mommy has something called rabies,
It comes from the mutt next door,
My mommy has something called rabies,
We'll give her a shot,
But most important of all!
--We'll put the dog down.."

Nicky made up this one

"My mommy is having a baby,
It comes from the boy next door,
My mommy is having a baby
Some people have called her a hore.."

She didn't finish the last two lines.

P-O-I-S-O-N

So, for a day or two, I've been sick.
Steven poisoned me. Ask him if you're not sure.
I went for a sleepover at Cherish's house the day before yesterday. I was fine until dinner. Steven had cooked this meat stuff, I think it was pork.
People can eat it but it is also used as dog food. Apparently 'Angel' (their fluffball/dog) loves it.
After dinner I felt a bit uncomfortable. A bit tired as well. So then, Sharon decided we'd make a tent in the playroom and sleep there.
We all couldn't sleep until four thirty in the morning. Sharon went back to her bed, leaving me and Cherish there. I woke up at six thirty and felt a burp coming on. Then I coughed and threw up (just a small vomit) on the pillow case and sheet.
So, I woke Cherish up and I put the pillowcase and sheet in the laundry basket. We slept on the mattress. I fell asleep for half an hour and woke up again.
"Darn," I thought. I felt another burp. "Fine." I got up and went to the toilet. I waited at the toilet door for a while and then threw up. Thankfully, in the toilet.
Now I know that my throw up was loud, since I woke both Steven and A. Crystal. I went back to bed, and thankfully, no more burps.
Darn, I couldn't find a picture of throw up in a bucket on google images.

The Children

The children doing some strange practice.

A lone boy running from the distance

Banging the mailbox for no real reason.

Their 'love'

Hmm,

weiiird

The popularity of our blogs have been fizzing out.

I think its because Steff has vanished.

Latest Hit?!

I just listened to Godfrey's new hit, 'I think you're really hot'.

Frankly, I think the lyrics are corny.
Lines such as, '..don't need no "icky sticky lipsticky.." "or victoria's panties!"
And of course the repeated chorus,
'I think you're really hot!
I think you're really hot!
I think you're really hot...
I think you're really hot.'

After that you get Godfrey's ideas of what he wants,

"Got to have some originality
..maybe a bit of sensuality,
Lost your superficiality,
And fufill my fantasy!

He then starts singing (about four times) in a very sleazy voice,
"cmon.. i think you're really hot!"

And here we have a few repeated altered lines.

"Don't need no plastic surgery
Or Victoria's little, little panties
The ability to be absolutely & utterly naturally is actually totally good for me!"

Appiness

Whee hee. Such happiness.

Today we all went off to Galleria with John for his weekly shopping. Johnny drove and the drive there passed without any happenings except for a few stalls.
When we got there Lisa, Dad, Johnny and I went to Angus and Robinson (or Roberts). I was looking for 'The Hobbit', but found it too expensive (it was twenty dollars! That's.. 120 qwai!). We read there for a bit and Lisa went to join Nicky and Cherish, who were at the Morley library.
Johnny left to do his shopping. Me and Dad, when finished browsing, went to sit down on a bench in front of Woolworths to wait for John. Dad insisted because he likes to watch this man (one of the cashiers). He says the man is 'entertaining.'
I decided this was boring, so I forced Dad to come with me to the two dollar shop. Then Cherish and Lisa came along and Dad decided that it would be a good time to escape and go watch the man again or something.
Cherish and I browsed in the shop for a while, and then Lisa came to say that mum had found a Viking lego boat for thirty dollars.
Me and Lisa (and then Cherish decided to tag along) walked fast and furiously (as we had to go home soon), Cherish could barely keep up.
We arrived at Kmart, and we looked at the lego section. The boat was barely anything. Well, since I was very .. well you might say desperate, to get some lego, I managed to convince myself that it was somewhat alright. But, Lisa did not have any money on her for me to borrow and all I had was twelve dollars.
So, we left. We got halfway back to the bench when we met up with mum and Nicky. Mum was looking for cups as a present for Aunty Lozzy. Nicky had money with her, thankfully. I informed her about the lego and we went to Kmart, occasionally stopping to look at different mugs and cups (mum's regular stops..).
At Kmart Nicky said that it was too expensive for such a little bunch of lego. There was also a huge Viking fortress set, with a big green dragon spouting flames. It was seventy dollars. Mum suggested we put it on Laybuy (you pay for it over a period of three months and they keep it for you so no one else buys it).
We tried that but we couldn't because... there was already and 20% off sale! So that cut off the seventy to fifty six dollars. So, I borrowed thirty dollars off mum and fourteen off Nicky. I paid twelve dollars with my money.
So we bought it, and that explains my happiness. I had been eyeing that set (it was on eBay) for a while, and I ended up getting it cheaper then I would've gotten it if I bought it online.

Whee hee. Such happiness.

Meh.

I'm a bit bored.

I logged in to MSN, confident that someone would be online. But no, I signed in and there was no one. Thinking it was that little glitch when you first sign in and no one is on but then suddenly you see that there are people on, I waited. Then I looked down at the 'family' group (Nicky, Lisa, Cherish etc.) and there was Dad. Great.
'Darn.' I muttered.
Someone I can chat to who is in the next room! Whee, what a thrill. No offence to Dad.
So now I'm stuck here. I'm stuck here eating yogurt with a few crumbs of recently eaten date slice while mum does her prayer vigil. The silence is too much.

Anyway, to entertain myself I shall write a long boring post for you all to read. About the contents of my day.
First we went to WA salvage (which is closing down & having a 30% off sale). We woke up at around nine for that. That was fine. As soon as we got there, Nicky, Cherish and I rushed off to the craft section. Cherish and I somehow found ourselves looking for Nicky.
We went around to the other aisle dedicated to craft and then when back to the first one, but at the other end of it. There was Nicky, and the only reason we couldn't see her was because of this wall of people blocking our view. They were mostly a bunch of Japanese girls giggling as they searched for the prettiest fake flowers.
Anyway, after successfully finding things to waste our money on, we went to a very junky shop called 'King Kong.' Nothing much there, except Nicky did find a few Jimi Hendrix tshirts. I found a few junky things for myself too. I almost got Gabe a pocket ash tray, but oh well, he doesn't need to be smoking anyway, mum reasoned to me.

Our next stops were the second hand shops. Nothing there. Oh wait, I think I saw a few romance novels (sorry, no Fabios Lisa.). For the ones that don't know, Fabio is a romance book written by a model (with the help of some woman) who makes himself the star character in the book. I think they made him some 'dangerously handsome Texas rancher. Woah, George Bush?
Ho ho. But he isn't really dangerously handsome, far from it! Most likely unthreatening ugly guy.

I didn't bother going to St. Vinnies.
We set off for some person's house to return a chainsaw and cable. One of dad's buddies, I think.

When we returned Jo called to ask if they could come over.
They brought over cookies, but it was irritating when Ryan would come over and give you some saliva dripping unrecognizable thing, which we managed to guess was a few remnants of a cookie.
Me and Nicky had fun with Cydney and Ryan. We used some of Dad's wood and fashioned ourselves a boat (no nails) on the grass. We pretended we were pirates. Nicky was Captain Hatchetback (what else), I was First Matey Wobbly Head, Cydney was Second Matey Scarlet Head, and Ryan.. well, we just didn't give him a name, he was fourth mate after all. And besides, he was always mutineering and jumping off the ship. -And pretending to be a cannibal/savage.
Nicky, Cydney and I tied hand towels and shirts onto our heads and Ryan was dressed in Dad's underwear (clean laundry).

When they left and I played Dragon Fable for a short while. I then proceeded to cut potatoes into chips at Mum's insistance.
For dinner we had lamb chops and chips. That was nice, except for the fact that my chop was mostly fat. I'm not complaining.
We watched Doctor Who and then I resumed my cycle on the computer all the people on my list left except for Steven (but that doesn't count). Dad wanted his computer anyway.

Nicky bought some clay today from WA salvage so we sculptored our lumps into little perverted men. We forced Mum to do some with us but all she did was flatten her lump out and say cheerfully, "look! I made Icland, no.. Greenland!"

Well. That seemed like a lonng day. Right now I am feeling drowsy and listening to the girls laugh at some gross movie. Its one of those movies that start with people humping.

I think this is the longest post I've ever done. And perhaps the most boring.

Whoohoo

Woah woah! Finally there is something VERY interesting for me to post.

Today Hab, Crystal, Steven, Cherish and Sharon came over for a visit of sorts. They prepared to leave and we were saying our goodbyes. I went over to the tree in our front lawn and was going to attempt to climb it when I noticed a man with a long beard, (bald head), scruffy clothes and sack shuffling by. He stopped and stared at us saying goodbye to them and stayed there for ten minutes. We ignored him but of course we were watching him out of the corner of our eyes. He had 'strategically' placed himself behind Hab and Crystal's car (so that they couldn't back out without running him over, and of course we wouldn't like to do that).

They got into the car and we stood there to wave goodbye. Then the man promptly said,
'F*** something something." (I couldn't catch what he said.)
Mum was confused, "What?"
"Don't F*** me." He said rudely.
Cherish said, "You're welcome." and jumped onto the porch ( don't know why she said that.)
Mum stared blankly at him.
"Don't F*** me, so F*** off."(Idiot. I'm sure we wouldn't want to do that!) Then he walked slowly up the street. We all exchanged bewildered looks and went inside the house. Nicky rushed to tell Dad while the rest of us exchanged views and how we would love to beat him up. Dad appeared ready to go have a word with him but we all readily assured him that the retard was gone.
And for the next our I kept saying, "what a retard."
Man, I wish Gabe and Johnny were there! What a (bigger) sight that would be.

Loverly.

This is me coming out of Mum. Follow our portly leader.

This is something mum never told us.

I love this picture of Nicky more then any other picture of her in the World.

Terracotta Warrior

I found this on the internet news!

A German art student briefly took up a place among China's famed Terracotta Warriors over the weekend — only to be discovered, disrobed and sent home.

Pablo Wendel snuck into a pit housing around 2000 ancient lifesize pottery warriors and horses on Saturday afternoon, donned the military costume he had made himself, and took up a position on a small pedestal he had brought along.

He stood there, motionless and unblinking, for a couple of minutes until police found him, the Xinhua news agency said.

The 26-year-old had his costume confiscated and was sent from Xian, the World Heritage site where the warriors are located, back to the eastern city of Hangzhou, where he studies performance art.

Ugh!

This is an example of a modern letter.

Hey gurl... how r u... r u good? i was thinkin... wood u lyke to cum visit me sumtime? it wood be so grate...
I was thinkin that maybe u wood lyke 2 c the national fire works.. it is beutiful 'n reminds me of u.. yea.. . so nway.. isn't it lyke so cool that u 'n me r as 1? O baby.. o totaly.. ba ba black sheep have u ne wool.. neway. that was cool wasn;t it.. o right. i still o u.. $20.. rite? thats 4 the ..um take out diner we had... so neway........ i think i wood lyke 2 c u... just lyke u wood lyke 2 c me? o yeah.. o yeah o yeah.. k then, c u... by.. o, did i tell u its mick.. i mean joe.. i mean uhh... bob.. aha ha o dear i 4got my nam.. c ya,
Retard........ ..

A pointless letter. Why would people want to write like that?! Its almost like another language. Well I admit that the letter would probably have more point , but WHY?!

Jack

This is Jack.
Jack is sad.
Jack is eight years old.

Jack has a pained expression.
We have had Jack for a long time.

We like Jack
Jack is our friend.

And so, we pay our tributes to Jack.
May he be kept in Nicky's old stuff box forever.



Just thought I would grace you all with a tribute to our oldest and our most dearest friend. Isn't the name Jack commonly associated with little teeny boys with sad expressions? Or perhaps little boys who have to work in um.. workhouses, toiling night and day. Finally a hero comes along to save Jack's day. Little Jack will be re-captured but of course our hero Nicolas Nickleby will save him. Ho ho. I am sure you are all aqquainted with Charles Dicken's 'Nicolas Nickleby?
Anyway. I believe some Chinese friend gave him to us, along with some other female dollies just like him. Those were soon gone somehow.
You may notice Jacks wings, badge, teabag, leg gone features.
Nicky (cruelly) strapped Jack onto a picture frame. She glued some feathers behind him and put a smily face badge on him to 'compensate for his sad look,' she said. The old yellowed tea bag she found in Nanny's yard. I bet thats twenty years old. Nannys lived in her house for 55 years or so, so just about everything in her house and yard is OLD. And the leg thats gone wrong. haha! Well, the girls say I 'chewed it off' but unfortunately I have no recollection of this. But I do remember colouring his 'whole' leg pink with a marker. Teehee.

A Series Of Events. (ASOE) -Oh dear that sounds like something.

The other day I took not when Nicky, Dad and Lisa were all traipsing out in our bus (van). Curious as to where they were going, I asked Nicky.
"To pick up my junk mail. "
I suppose what she meant by junk mail is her coles (SEE? I hate coles so much that i don't even write a capital. hmm, that reminds me that i haven't been on hi5 recently.) magazines. Well, I suppose it WOULD be junk mail.

I think, out of all of us, Nicky is the best person at making templates and editing blogs. She makes them most artistic. No offence to any of you girls out there.

Blurb

I have a story much like Nicky's about Dad stealing honey.
I was walking past Nicky's room (where the best computer is kept) when I heard singing. The desktop picture on the computer was one of John's hand holding a cigarette.
It was Mum singing,

"I will bless the Lord at all times.. his praise shall continually be in my mouth.."

Curious, I crept up and looked in the crack of the door. Mum was singing quietly to herself and she was doing something very intently. As I watched, she went to programs, then to internet explorer. Then I saw her type in on Google, P-O-R-N.

Hahaha! Just joking, no she went to Control panels. Shw went to some desktop related thing and went to the same place as she could go if she had just right clicked on the desktop picture. Anyway. She sneekily started to change the desktop picture to some.. nature scene from our yard. Teehee. What a funny mother we have, eh girls?

Tales of Weirdos and.. Snail Dungs.

There are some things in life that interest me (obviously). Like snail dungs in old plant pots and the like. Also when Johnny tells us tales of stalkers and psychos (did I spell that right?). Allow me to elaborate.

Johnny works in a fish factory. Well, they don't make fish of course. They pack and send them to the big supermarkets. At his work place they employ psychos and a stalker.
The physcos are pretty boring. They just talk to themselves and.. well, chairs. But Johnny thinks that perhaps he can largen his 'intellect' from watching and analyzing them.
This certain stalker finds people who are friendly to him, or who he thinks he likes and calls them his aunties, uncles, cousins etc. John said one time, he approched a Vietnamese couple and said,
"You're my aunty and uncle, so you need to show me a little more love."
That freaked them out.
Also there was some lady part of some TV channel who was stalked by him. He called her his aunty. He doesn't want to harrass them or anything. He just wants to go over to their house for dinner and such.
Johnny told us that once the stalker asked him to approach this lady who works in a huge shopping mall because if he did it, she'd get scared and put several more restraining orders on him. Most of the people he harrassed have done that.
At this factory theres another guy who the stalker calls 'cousin. ' Once he came rushing in to the factory,
"Cousin Nick! Cousin Nick! Look at my new Ipod!"
But I think that they aren't even allowed to listen to Ipods or MP3 players there.
John told us that they actually have to list the weird people as pyschos. Hmmm, weird.

Aha!

One of my friends found a way to do this on paint (of all things). Just put a picture on paint, and press ctrl I.

The Average Australian Man

An average young Australian man has:

1) A face with pimples, yellow teeth, and large bloodshot eyes.
2) Short, closely cropped yellow hair. Thats the first and main factor. There's also hair that grows excessivly from underneath his (sweaty) armpits.
3) He wears short shorts and a loose basketball shirt. The short shorts are almost always black and his basketball shirt is bright red and yellow or green and blue. His skin is very pink and somewhat 'unblemished.'
4) His knees seem to 'lap over' the lower part of his leg. His ankles protrude and he wears bright thongs.
5) He is usually holding a beer and talking about crude things with his 'mates.'

Enjoyable

"I like women short and to my point"
(This is not me saying this)

Leeloo Weewoo

Sorry about the shortage of posts. Its just that something funny or interesting has to have happened. Or be found, for me to post. Well, fortunately for you (my beloved blog readers) something somewhat amusing happened today. The photo has no relation to this topic. There was no other photo to put up. Besides, thats a handsome looking budgie. You might as well all see it. I would've put up some picture.. like Lisa chatting away on her computer, but sadly there was none to be found. Or maybe I was too lazy to go look for one. There must have been one somewhere. Anway, to the subject, since I am sure you all are looking forward to what I have to say. I had a short chat with Lisa the other night and I asked her about something she had up on msn. (What does msn stand for anyway?) Here is the context of our conversation for you impatient minds.

Tammy says:
What did you do? Talk to the fat man?
Lisa says:
Yep
Lisa says:
Don't tell
Lisa says:
Its a secret. People keep asking me what I'm talking about
Tammy says:
teehee
Tammy says:
what do you tell them? 'I made cocoa balls!'
Lisa says:
hehehe. no.
Lisa says:
I tell them its a secret
Tammy says:
you've only talked to him once?
Lisa says:
yes tammy
Lisa says:
we have conversations with our eyes
Lisa says:
today was the first day we used our mouths
Tammy says:
ohh.
Tammy says:
Leeloo: 'wink, wink'
Fatman: 'twitch twitch
Leeloo: 'blink blink'
Tammy says:
teeheehee
Lisa says:
hahaa! you meanie
Tammy says:
snort snort
Lisa says:
that is funny though

Teehee. There were a few more things beloved Leeloo said, but for the sake of non-embarrassment...I left those out. Don't blame me, it was all Lisa. I think you will all like the next post I do. Haha.

A Wide Range of Topics / - I can't think of a title.

You people don't know how my anticipation weighs on me. There is a new perve to ward off! Oh joy! By the way, its one of Lisa's suitors. Teehee.
Oh dear, now I'm getting depressed. Dad is talking about how when he was a kid he watched a movie once a year. But that isn't really depressing. I could live without movies.
Oh yay! Fraiser is on tonight. My life has new meaning. I can live another day. NOW I am getting depressed.

A Sob Story.

Someone very dear to me has just died. We (me and Nicky) held a funeral for him. Carrying flowers, and wearing 'mourning' apparel we walked to our selected place of burial. Nicky and I said a few words about him.
Me: "He was so... crusty."
Nicky: "Well, at first I didn't like him, but over time I discovered how...um... nice he was."
Then with much fanfare, I pulled out the coffin.
Me: "In honer of my little friend, we must get a 'whiff' of him."

I lifted the lid off the coffin and Nicky and I sniffed gingerly at the hermit crab. (He had been dead for two days). Nicky pulled her head back in disgust. I pulled a face and put the lid of the coffin back on. Then, it went into the hole I had dug previously.
Then I put a cross I had made into the ground, then me and Nicky laid flowers on top of the grave.

(No Title)

Someone dressed me up as a hippy. I think I was seven then.
The other night when I went to take a shower there were a few difficulties. Firstly I needed to put a shower cap on. There were two of them hanging around. I tried on the first one but it was too big for me. I absentmindedly threw it over the shower wall.
I started to put on the next one but then I saw that it was wet on the inside. So finally I just put those annoying stringy bits up with my old purple hair tie. It got a bit wet anyway.
I finished my shower and got into my night clothings. Then I went to the living room, where
I heard Nicky complaining about something.
"Someone threw a showercap in the toilet!" She said, looking very annoyed.
"Oh no! Who did that?" Mum said, astonished.
"So thats what happened to that shower cap I threw over the wall!" I 'causually' mentioned.

Last I heard, Mum ended up fishing it out of the toilet. Good thing no one had to go to the bathroom. Which do you think would've been worse on the shower cap, no.1 or no.2?

A Car and a...SLEAZE?!

Nicky recently participated in a survey. The questions were fun for her. It involved questions like,
"I believe homosexuality is immoral, yes or no?"
If you did this survey you could choose a gift at the end. Nicky chose a tiny remote controlled car.
So anyway, we took that to the park to play with it. Nicky decided to call it her 'little love.'

People stared at us as if we were retarded. I guess we sort of looked like it, clutching a big control and staring at some little car that wasn't even visible. Anyway, now its broken (after only three days of having it.).
Anyway. Unexpectedly Lisa came to the park. We went to the pier and Nicky suggested i bundle up the car and the control in my shirt so that it wouldn't fall. I don't know why we were so paranoid about it. As if it would decide to have a life of it's own and throw itself into the murky depths. I suppose it wasn't that. Maybe in a careless moment my arm would throw it into the water.

Whilst on the pier, other people came to participate of the fresh breeze that was blowing. One man came with a fishing rod and stood there 'fishing' for ten minutes, and then he left. Impatient dork. Then another man came along with a long sleeved shirt on. He left but came back with a Tshirt on. "Hi Ladies." he said sleazily. (That was probably mostly to Lisa. Oh wait, he had a wife and a kid). Then he came back for a third time and me and Nicky promtly turned our backs to him. Lisa turned her head in disgust (although hidden by a big beautiful smile), for he was shirtless!
That guy should really be in a stop motion video.

A Scare?

Last night we all had a 'pleasant' chat with Kevin. He invited us to have a video conversation.

Nicky: "we don't have the webcam here."
Kevin: "get it."
Nicky: "Cherish is going to get it. Put yours up while she fetches it."

Kevin complies. After a while Nicky decides to tell Kevin the fateful news that,

Nicky: "Cherish has just brought the news that we never intended to get the webcam."

At this piece of news Kevin immediately takes his webcam away. After this Nicky convinces Kevin that he is a bad influence on her. Then she tells him that Mum is writing a very long and detailed letter to Kevin's parents all about it. Suddenly, Kevin goes offline. Then Cherish has the bright idea to sign in with her address, just in case Kevin is on appear offline. But then we realise he was well and truly gone. We thought that until we realised that Cherish had been on appear offline.
Now we don't know if he really was gone. He did say that he only had 6 minutes. We'll have to ask him.

Wishful Thinking

Let me rephrase what I said about the other lego. This really, really isn't fair.

Photography Spree

Cannibals

Guess what i got!

Crabs!

I know what you're thinking. Not those.

(Though I think you'll find this funny if you think of the other meaning for crabs)

They're little hermit crabs. A big one and a little one. Well, apparently they're both classified as small. Nicky is permenently disturbed by them. She used to wake up in the night when she was living at Jo's and hear Cydney's scratching about. Their futile attempts to 'escape.' Later we heard that Cydney's bigger hermit crab became a cannibal and ate the little one. This is why when Nicky sees one she crys out loudly, "Cannibals!"
But they're cute little poopies. They poke out their little eyes to see if all is well, and only then do they emerge. They crawl around and burrow into the wood chips.
At the pet store I was disturbed when the women pulled up some sort of large shell. The majority of them were under there. So when she pulled it up, it revealed a teeming mass of little crawly things with googly eyes. And off they ran, scurrying to the nearest crevice. I suddenly noticed the piece of paper stuck onto the aquarium.
'Crazy Crabs' it's title shouted out. It went on to name the prices of the crabs, going from biggest to smallest. Small and 'Jumbo' I will name.
SMALL: 5.00
"JUMBO": 20.00 (which is a ridiculus price.)
After leaving, it got me thinking about who catches them. I imagined a short retarded man running around dressed as a crab. He probably daringly stuffs himself in a crab hole and isn't seen for days. Of course, he'll emerge someday, carrying tidings of great joy that our crustacean friends are still alive and well fed. He will, of course, bring with him some to sell.

Now our beloved pet stores will stay in business.

Birthdays. How have I changed?

9th

10th

11th
12th

Strange Lines

Look at these weird lines I found in "Pride and Predjudice"

"And now nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affection."
"Believe me, my dear sir, my gratitude is warmly excited by such affectionate attention"

Mr Colins was too happy, however, to need much attention; and luckily for others, the business of love-making relieved them from a great deal of his company.

Interesting, eh? Don't worry, more might be coming as I haven't finished reading the book yet.

Meow.

Now what do you all think of this picture? Maybe you find it stimulating? Someone i knew got disturbed by it. Don't they know that it's a perfectly ordinary cat doing push-ups?

Oh Joy!

I remember when we used to play with our beloved stuffed animals. Nicky and Cherish would come up with these horribly wicked ideas for games. These involved betrothing me to big orange bears with one enlarged eye. Or innocent white ones that I would've of liked, if they hadn't decided to slander them with their games.
It was my eighth birthday, and my sister-in-law had gotten me a fluffy white bear. It was very nice and I was sure I'd keep it forever...until I saw Cherish and Nicky exchanging glances. I knew that look. They were coming up with impish ideas or games to slander the teddy bear. I never really liked those games.
After the festivities were over they took me to a room. They started to act out the bear:
Bear: "Where am I?"
Me: "In Toyland." (that was our name for our little 'world')
Bear: "Oh. Who are you?"
Me: "I'm the queen of Toyland." (whom the girls appointed)
Bear: "Oh. You're very beautiful. Will you marry me?"
I rolled my eyes. Why couldn't we just act him out normally? He could just be a happy citizen of Toyland and I could be a spinster queen.
"Tammy!" Cherish squealed, "Say yes! You're going to hurt his feelings!"
Since I sort of believed that these stuffed animals were real, I said,
Me: "Yes."
Bear: "We'll get married tomorrow."

This next incident was before the white bear. This bear was orange two eyes, one bigger then the other. A friend gave him to us. I never liked that bear anyway.
One night, we were all in a double bed going to sleep. But, sadly, Nicky and Cherish came up with an evil scheme. They pretended I was asleep and had a dream which went like this:
Me: "Hi. Who are you?"
Bear: "A citizen of this kingdom in your service."
Me: "Oh."
Bear: "Will you marry me?"
At this point nicky interjects, "Say yes."
Me: "Yes"
Then I wake up from my "dream" and it happens in 'real life.' The same incident happens again, then the orange bear turns bad... and nicky and cherish find me another husband. A wonderful cycle.
Then there were other times when the girls would get a sheet and put it around my bottom bunk so no one could see inside. Then they'd put the present husband inside. Nicky would send Cherish to get me. I would never come, because I knew what they were up to. Later I would sneak inside the room to make sure they were doing what I thought they were doing. I managed to elude them. I'll bet they were thinking after that, "All that hard work for nothing."

Holy Tomatoes

How about an explaination for the photographs of the persecution of the tomatoes.


Nikki and I had a photo spree while outside eating lunch. I felt the need to capture the persecution of tomatoes, led by me. While some people say they're innocent, the opposite is true. They are being abused for their active part in causing carnivores. They make sympathy for themselves, making the majority of people into carnivores. They feel sympathy for them, so they turn away from eating tomatoes and their little veggie friends.

All the tomatoe's supporters do all day is watch veggie tales. The tomatoes are producing bloated, obese and red people. This is because of lack of excersise and a balanced diet. They do not eat any form of vegetables but have a diet entirely made up of red meat.

Persecution of Tomatoes

Mass Rape of Organic Tomatoes
Being Burned at the Stake

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