when you don't know what to say? i have that problem a-l-o-t. when i encounter this type of situation, ideally i would like to remain silent, and usually try to. it annoys me to just fill the air with unimportant completely irrelevant words. but it bugs me because alot of times i really do want to say something, and i really do try, but then i end up shrugging my shoulders and submit to silence. and for now that's ok, my world needs a little more silence for the time being.
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note to self: never wash a new froggy bath rug with your whites because the frog's yellow belly will bleed onto e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g in the washer. i know, i should know to separate my whites by now, but it's late and i'm tired and....i am out of excuses. i'm debating on whether or not i should stay up until i get sleepy, or lay in bed and let my eyes freely dart around the room and listen to all of my thoughts run all over each other in my head. i can't stand it when i can't even think a whole sentence befor another thought or three come and race circles around my first one. wow, you can tell it's late. this should be amusing to read tomorrow. or maybe not. maybe i'll end up deleting it.
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1.5.08
29.4.08
28.4.08
I managed
to save us some money yesterday by fixing us a lunch box full of fresh fruit, lunch meat, bread, and such, so we wouldn't have to go out to eat. then i managed to waste some money by leaving it in the back of the truck overnight. i can't seem to get it all together. can i get a witness?
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back online
i've been offline for three days due to a computer crash. we had to completely delete everything, so now i am working on putting it alllll back :) fun! a very nice man worked on it for hours and hours. thank you, nice man.
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we got E a chopper-like three wheeler (not motorized, but with pedals) and took them to the park to try it out. he is about an inch and a half too short of being able to comfortably pedal, so we took a walk around the pond instead. which is where we saw the big brawl unfold like an itchy picnic blanket laid out on dirt. (?)
the story is told through our conversation:
S: Look at the goose! he's watching over the eggs...er, uh, egg.
T: isn't that the female
S: oh. i don't know. do you see that egg?! (changing the topic)
T: yep.
E: where's the duck?! where's the egg?!
S: see? on the island!
E: COME HERE, DUCK!
(walking further)
S: Whoa! look at that big ol' noggin on that goose!
T: wow. hey, look, they're mating. (some ducks)
S: ha! those are the same ones who were at it last time.
T: look at her, she's whoopin' his tail.
S: oh my word! look at her peckin' at him! oh my word!
T: look now there's two of them!
S: are they going to drown him?! uh oh, here comes the big noggin goose. she'll take care of business.
T: isn't that a male?
S: i don't know!! i bet she's the queen goose. i wonder if she is the queen because she's got a big noggin.
(queen goose swims casually over to the brawl, as if she sees this all the time)
S: she's coming to save the day. look at her. oh my word, they're killing him.
T: E, come on this side. (moving him away from the brawl)
(Queen makes it under the bridge where she squawks very loudly and breaks all the ducks up. each duck, now there were like 6 involved, goes its own separate way. Queen swims back to her side of the pond with an air of casual victory.)
S: look, they're all just swimming away as if nothing happened. man, that goose has a big noggin.
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i wonder if that male duck ever thanked Queen for saving his life. knowing him, he'll be at it again tomorrow. poor duck. he'll never learn.
yes, those are the same geese i was talking about the other day in my previous post. like i said before, they are pretty from far away.
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we got E a chopper-like three wheeler (not motorized, but with pedals) and took them to the park to try it out. he is about an inch and a half too short of being able to comfortably pedal, so we took a walk around the pond instead. which is where we saw the big brawl unfold like an itchy picnic blanket laid out on dirt. (?)
the story is told through our conversation:
S: Look at the goose! he's watching over the eggs...er, uh, egg.
T: isn't that the female
S: oh. i don't know. do you see that egg?! (changing the topic)
T: yep.
E: where's the duck?! where's the egg?!
S: see? on the island!
E: COME HERE, DUCK!
(walking further)
S: Whoa! look at that big ol' noggin on that goose!
T: wow. hey, look, they're mating. (some ducks)
S: ha! those are the same ones who were at it last time.
T: look at her, she's whoopin' his tail.
S: oh my word! look at her peckin' at him! oh my word!
T: look now there's two of them!
S: are they going to drown him?! uh oh, here comes the big noggin goose. she'll take care of business.
T: isn't that a male?
S: i don't know!! i bet she's the queen goose. i wonder if she is the queen because she's got a big noggin.
(queen goose swims casually over to the brawl, as if she sees this all the time)
S: she's coming to save the day. look at her. oh my word, they're killing him.
T: E, come on this side. (moving him away from the brawl)
(Queen makes it under the bridge where she squawks very loudly and breaks all the ducks up. each duck, now there were like 6 involved, goes its own separate way. Queen swims back to her side of the pond with an air of casual victory.)
S: look, they're all just swimming away as if nothing happened. man, that goose has a big noggin.
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i wonder if that male duck ever thanked Queen for saving his life. knowing him, he'll be at it again tomorrow. poor duck. he'll never learn.
yes, those are the same geese i was talking about the other day in my previous post. like i said before, they are pretty from far away.
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