...and I?

My family is visiting for the Christmas holidays. Last night Ryan, Lindsey, and I were all sleeping in the middle bedroom when Lindsey heard a frightful noise. I can't explain how it sounded but it was a cross between a squeak and a roar. This sound was enough to make my sister squeal in terror from her pallet on the floor. My brother bolted into an upright position, as my sister started trying to get away from the floor by his bed. ...and I, well, I was so scared I didn't want to get out of bed to turn on the light. I just knew we had a furry visitor or something even worse.
Lindsey turned on the light, and poor Ryan was struggling to clear a clogged up nose and allergy infested throat. I think that is when we realized that he had made the noise. ...and I? Well, I just died laughing.

My readers..

My readers are the best! They comment on so many things. It is wonderful to have friends so devoted they will read about and comment on topics such as rubbery omlettes. You all rule!

Just me..

Just me checking in with Net world. Seems like I don't have much to write these days. I just finished eating a ham and cheese omlette. It tasted like rubber...kind of a combo thing going on. Not sure why but I am sure I could market it as a diet item because the taste fit the bill for fake food. Seriously, I don't know why it tasted like rubber but it really did.

A secret wish...

Well, I secretly want a samoyed puppy for Christmas. I realize it is only a dream but...aren't they cute?

Personality test with three questions?

Your Personality Is

Guardian (SJ) You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules. You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you. A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up. In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly. At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions. With others, you tend to be polite and formal. As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself. On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!

The Three Question Personality Test

Well now...this has been a day!

Ok, I told Ryan the last one to Grandmother's house was a rotten egg when he pulled out in the car ahead of me on our way home (to grandmom's) this afternoon. I had no idea what I was getting into but this trip was crazy! I stopped on the way out of town for one last soda from my favorite place and then sped up because I had a little catching up to do with Ryan, who has never been one to drive fast, I soon passed him and headed laughingly on my merry way.

Got into Bay City and told my sister that the policemen always sat at a particular place...eased on down to the posted speed limit and went past it without seeing a single police car. Guess I sighed a breath of relief a hair tooo fast because...as I was getting to the outskirts of town I sped up. We passed an officer who made me take a quick glance at my speed...I asked my sister what the speed was supposed to be, and we passed a speed limit sign that was posted at 7o...I looked down...was maintianing that speed so kept on going. Apparently though the speed limit was posted at... 55 when he clocked me because the sirens went off. You know the sinking feeling?

Well, first of all I have to tell you that...Bay City has one hot policeman, he walked up to the truck and started talking. Told me I was speeding asked me if I had a reason, I didn't have a good one, and really squirmed in my seat when my brother passed me up...the officer asked about the hole in my dashboard and how it got there, and I told him my dog climbed up there and broke it...anyway, to make a long story short...he decided to warn me. I am soo glad he was in a good mood. To tell you the truth...he was really nice and I didn't even mind getting pulled over.

Headed back down the road and Mom called the cell phone to give me a hard time. She said something about passing two hot blondes flirting with a police officer. I assured her that we were and mentioned that he wanted to know where we were headed and where we lived and all that good stuff...totally had fun with that conversation knowing that the blessed man had only given me a warning. (Normally, I would be a nut case for a week for being pulled over but today my spirits were high!)

Ok, so I catch up with my brother and pass the guy again...but I had to make a pit stop so I watched in agony as he drove on by and waved. I was standing there waiting in line for the woman's restroom when out walked a guy. He caught my look of suprised turned bright red and mumbled something about the other one being out of order. Not wanting the poor fellow to die right there I told him he was the best looking women I ever saw. He grinned and I heard him laughing as he walked out the door with his buddy. They waited for me to come outside and wanted my number so I gave it to them quickly but didn't hang around to chat since I still wanted to catch up with my brother...I didn't think I could handle getting pulled over and getting beat. All the way there the trip was pure torture...couldn't seem to catch up with the other car...but as we got to my home town luck was with us and I squeaked past Ryan at the last possible minute pulling into the driveway a mere matter of seconds before he did. What a trip...numbers, cute cops, and speed. Gotta love being alive and living in Texas, oh...and beating your kid brother even though you know he never exceeded the speed limit at any point on the trip, plus phone calls from cute guys you meet in gas stations...well, that can be a plus!

Update

Checking in on me eh?

Well, to tell you the truth this week has been awesome. Got a chance to visit with several good friends. Saw Nick and his family at Church, watched a movie with Tab and John on Tues. night also got to see Rusty and some of his family.
Wednesday night I went Christmas caroling with the church. I rode inside the truck with Daniel and Amy while we pulled the singing crew around. You have never seen as many little kids passing out cookies in one night...everywhere just like the little ants who get inside the kitchen from time to time. Well, no, there are nooo ants in my kitchen...but I bet you've seen em in yours.
After Church I met up with Lance and Chad for a late night supper at IHOP around 10:40pm and had a great chat. Gotta love those guys. Charming, funny and interesting!
Also ran into my bro Ryan and our friend Ben when they got done watching a a movie. They met me on my way out of IHOP at 12:00am so I went back in for another coke and stayed until 1:30am. Crazy right?
Especially when you realize that I got home at 1:30 Tuesday night (night before) in time to stay up and be wide awake all night. Ryan had a panic attack, so I was keeping him company while he wasn't sleeping. We loaded up and went to the hospital around 4:30am where we stayed until 6:16am. Mom and Dad didn't wake up at all so we told them about it Wednesday morning before I did the grocery shopping for my Grandmother.

Home town charm

Well, I'm back in my hometown. Nothing like driving down the road waving to everyone as you pass them on the street. I miss this place. I never thought I'd get so attached to one town. I remember coming to visit my Grandparents here when I was a little girl. I'd walk down the road and think that I'd never want to live here.
Those roads are dear to me now because in a twist of fate I ended up moving to town. I spent a while getting to know the locals. Talking to the elderly couples on the lawn as I walked past them with the dog. Hanging out with the teens and young adults at the "hangout." Grabbing one of the best cokes on the planet on my way to_______________.
Love the whole homey feeling, being able to call friends up on the spur of the moment, knowing the people who work at the gas stations, restaurants and stores on a first name basis. Hearing the stories about my Dad when he was a little boy, or the things my Grandparents did with thier friends when they were young and fearless.
It is almost as if I had roots here...four years in a life doesn't seem like much time but you never know when it may be the investment of a lifetime.
This town always seemed to be cursed before but now I see that it isn't a curse that brings us back. ~ Kids here grow up with the intentions of getting out but then after a few years on the open roads eating up the wild side of city living they come back. Back to the easy going small town. Back to soccer games, baseball, and football where the whole town shows up to support the team. Back to the squabbles which have been around for generations, back to the area where everyone knows what is happening, who is dating who, and what would fix the problems.
Things are simple here. We work hard, play hard and can leave our doors unlocked if we want. People care...this place is real. Alright well, I'm headed out to soak up some more memories.

Well,

Well, I went home, or came home for a visit or something like that!

I'm at my parent's home right now. Got into town yesterday afternoon. I've had fun so far, got to stop in and watch a friend of mine work on his car. It has a lovely blue paint job and is being rebuilt from the inside out.

Also got a chance to visit with some friends at a Christmas party! My old Latin teacher was there...I never thought I would miss taking Latin, but the truth is...I really do. Well, labor me vocat! (~Really labor doesn't call me...but Church does!)

HoHoHo???

HoHoHo...I mean, Bah humbug. I hate Santa Claus. Don't worry, not the real guy! ~The slightly smaller electric version of him who stands as a sensor to greet those going in and out of doors...now that is the one I hate.

I first started seeing him at wal-mart a week before Thanksgiving. Annoying at best then he has now become a threat to my sanity. How on earth does one thing bother me soo much and then catch the eye of my Grandfather and become a $50.00 part of our family? Why on earth would we pay to be annoyed? Bah...what a .... :) but of course I won't say it because I am hoping that Santa will still consider me to be young enough to recieve a gift???? Wonder if I made the good list this year? HoHoHo???

The World's largest deserts

Here is a list of the ten largest deserts in the world.

1. The Sahara Desert in North Africa covers 3.5 million sq.mi/9.1 million sq.km.

2. Rub' al-Khali Desert in Southwestern Asia/Arabia covers o.9million sq. mi/2.3 million sq.km

3. The Gobi Desert in Central Asia/Mongolia. This baby covers o.5 million sq. mi/ 1.3 million sq. km.

4. The Patagonian Desert in South America /Argentina contains 0.3 million sq. mi/0.8 million sq. km.

5. The Kalahari Desert in Southwest Africa consumes 0.27million sq. mi/0.71 million sq.km.

6. The Great Victoria Desert in Australia is 0.25million sq.mi./0.5 million sq. km.

7. The Great Basin Desert in North America, 0.2 million sq. mi/0.5 million sq. km.

8. The Great Sandy Desert in Australia. 0.15 million sq. mi./0.4 million sq.km

9.The Sonoran Desert in North America 0.12 million sq. mi./0.31 million sq. km

10. The Garagum Desert in Cenrtal Asia/Turkmenistan with 0.11 million sq. mi/0.28 million sq. km.

Osmosis?

How well does osmosis actually work? This morning when I started to make my bed I realized that I had spent the night with a dictionary. I'm not sure if any words sunk in over night but here a few words to ponder:

Squamosal ~A thin plate-shaped bone of the vertabrate skull that forms the forward and upper part of the temporal bone in humans.

trypanosome~a simple microscopic oganism (protozoan) that lives as a parasite in the blood of certain vertebrates, including human beings. It is transmitted by insect bites and causes serious diseases. (This is the little guy that is said to trigger sleeping sickness.)

vituperate~to attack somebody in harshly abusive or critical language. (That one might come in handy, I can see throwing into a yelling match with someone! "Now you don't vituperate with me young man!" " Wha-what?")

Cybernate~to control a manufacturing process with a servomechanism or computer.

You guys heard of Cyberphobia??? It is a pathalogical fear of computer information and technology. I thought the word to describe that was ignorance but I guess in this day and age "cyberphobia" is more palatable to the common ear..

Hopeless...

Gosh, I hate mornings...it is already 5:30am and I haven't gone to bed yet...how in the world can I face the dawn with joy? Bah...I think I'll sleep through it...but then if I do...will I ever see the warm rays of the morning sun poking through my window and enjoy them? Can I ever get my schedule back to something people would consider normal? Should I just go out and get a night job and face the fact that I am a nocturnal creature? Why does my brain want to write in the wee hours of the morning instead of taking blessed rest?

Something...

Here is something. Four months of blogging here and 564 profile views. Almost scary.

Once...

Once I went out into the world not trying to please anyone. I didn't dress up, I didn't spend any time trying to be someone besides myself and I didn't start any conversations with anyone.

Do tell me...what makes the cowboy on the prowl, the local guy, and the long haired tattoo artist all go for the same girl? Who am I to choose? Hehe...and also tell me how I can respond consistently with some amount of logic.

I practically ran from the awesomely goodlooking cowboy, -even though he was the almost exact physical description of what an entry in my journal might say when describing my ideal man. He scared me because he looked capable. Seriously. ;) He offered me a day of sunshine and good times riding on his motorcycle. (Ok, yeah, ~I know I made the right decision on that one...but...sometimes the girl in me wouldn't mind having a spectacular head turning man at my side, or being able to say, "back off girls, he is with me.")

I'm not sure what to do about the local since he goes to my church, but heck, I showed the tattoo artist my paintings and umm...did he say he was going to teach me how to use an airbrush, did I tell him I would love to do that and umm.. did he really say, "Good, we'll call it a date???" *gulp*



These things all have to do with timing if you ask me...how and what does it have to do with timing?
Well,
If I hadn't just run from the cowboy I might not have talked to my guy friend who introduced me to his tattoo artist and umm...if Lance hadn't told me that I needed to give guys a chance I might not have even said hello or showed him my art. How in the heck though did the guy get my phone number??? What was I thinking...heck, guess I could call the cowboy up...his digits are in my phone. Bah, I've been praying for the tattoo artist like you wouldn't believe. Asking God to send him the girl of his dreams so he will forget that he has my number. Oh, and even though I hate the idea of giving out a fake phone number I am starting to see some logic in it.

I repeat, I will not talk to lonely guys at church, I will not talk to lonely guys in malls. I will not talk to lonely guys in lines, gas stations, schools, bowling alleys, or parks. If guy looks remotely like he might be lonely I will not talk to lonely guys. Not here, nor there, not anywhere. I will not....




"hello?"



~j/k

Singing...

Last night my cousins, my Grandparents and I went to a Christmas program put together by a local organization. We did stuff like throwing footballs through hoola hoops, the bean bag toss and decorating cookies. Music drifted across the property and we realized that people where singing songs at random on the stage farther up the road. This was more up our alley so we went over to join the fun. We took a few turns and let some other people sing as well.
Some little boys got up to sing and they were goofing around singing about french fries and McDonalds when a figure started marching briskly toward the stage. Then the boys left and we walked on the stage to sing one more song.
We finished our song and started to leave the stage when a voice from below said sing another. So we did. Another. ...and so it is that we will be singing again this evening to help provide atmosphere along the trails which light up the paths to Christmas projects.

Say what?

I was watching a cartoon today when... (hey, it takes guts to admit that.) ...the little guy said he was going to be the best sailor in the whole army. What do you want to bet that he will? I just wonder when the army started taking on sailors.

Inspection

Tyler stood there for a moment, his thoughts focused on the fire burning in the chimney. He finally let out the question that had been bothering him for the last few minutes.
"Grandmom, what is that?"
"That's the fire."
"Yeah, but what's it called?"
"Oh, do you mean the chimney?"
"yes."
More thinking went on and then a good hard look at the chimney in question.
"So Santa comes down inside there? ~It looks a little small, are you sure he can fit?"
"Your right, it does look a little small. Maybe we better leave the door open for him this year.He should be able to see the tree through the window."
"Yeah...that might work."

Leaping Lizards

I was blowing the leaves out of the yard, minding my own business when it happened.~ A high pitched scream of sheer terror coming from the direction of my cousin. I turned to see my younger cousin placing a dead lizard on top of the trash can and a sheepish looking older cousin standing next to her. Back to my leaf blowing. Then I felt it, something in my hair. They didn't, they wouldn't? A glance at the trash can reveals no lizard. The laughing grins reveal an evil plot. Did you put that in my hair??? Then reverting to the girl inside me...I let out a girlish squeal of disgust. "Get it out, you get it out right now.Yuck, get it out!"
More laughter. I threaten them with the prospect of no christmas presents. They just smile at me, Lauren finally retrieves the dead reptile. They think it was funny...wonder how they will feel about the plastic lizard hair clips I am going to give them for Christmas this year? Revenge is sweet.

Oh be careful little hands...

Oh be careful little hands what you type. The amount of information people are willing to give out on the computer to strangers truly amazes me at times. It has been in my mind lately that people are very willing to give out a lot of information on the net. A joke was played on me, which I in turn played on you, my poor readers. A few of you participated by revealing things about your personal history to a random computer program, in reality they sent the information to me. This proves to me a few things.
1. People are willing to provide way too much personal information over the net.
2. Many of you are insanly loyal readers.
3. A lot of people around here are concerned about their love life.

Though the whole expirement was amusing I must apologize. I can only leave you with this hope...maybe she didn't read my answers. The truth is I didn't read many answers. Some appear to be lost the unknown computer world, some made it to my e-mail account but just so you know...I have not opened any of them without permission from the sender unless your name is Dex. (Sorry Dex.)

I repent. Hopefully the rest of my life will be crime free. Seriously though, you can't trust anyone these days. Be careful.

Things I did...

This is just a quick and very basic rundown of what I did this week...more for the purpose of knowing where the time has gone.

1. Mon.
I bowled a record number of games, got my highest score ever and made some new friends.

2. Tues.
Keoreoke and IHOP with Lauren, Daniel, and Robert.

3. Wed.
visiting with my friends at the bowling alley.

4. Thurs.
Church, violin lessons, supper with Jimmy and Stephanie after church.

5. Fri.
Christmas party with the BSM, "sights and sounds" festival, and a visit to the bowling alley on my way home.

6. Sat. woodworking with Neal and a movie.

7. Sun. Church, some more projects, Life story of Leonardo Da Vinci, painting (you could say I was inspired!) and violin practice!!!

Quote of the day

"Man is not free unless government is limited...As government expands, liberty contracts." ~Ronald Reagan

Today...

Well, today has been relatively low key. Went to violin lessons and managed to bluff my way through even though I haven't practiced a bit. She didn't actually ask me how much I practiced...once in two weeks cannot exactly be looked upon as dedicated.

Went to church. Bro. Butch babbled a lot this evening. I really don't know what the point of his sermon was...we read Rev. 4:8-10. Then he talked about wondering what happened to all the crowns which were thrown at the feet of Jesus and chased some rabbits.

After Church I headed to a family style restraunt with two of my friends. It was a very pretty place, set slightly off the road and built with huge logs. It looked like a hunting lodge. I had a very good cheeseburger.

Had to stop at the bowling alley to say hi to my second family. Sat around and discussed the diff. between Australia and America with Barry's girlfriend who is visiting from the land down under.

Now I am here, just thinking and wondering. Just that.

Extensions?

Ever have anyone ask you if your hair is real? I was having dinner with some new friends when one of the girls randomly asked if my hair was real or if I had extensions. It's all mine. Should I be smug? Should I crack up...what in the world? If I had extensions do you think I would admit it? What kind of question is that???