Let's guess. And, the definition of "walk" is taking at least three steps on her own. Okay? Now take a guess.
September 29, 2006
When will Violet walk?
Let's guess. And, the definition of "walk" is taking at least three steps on her own. Okay? Now take a guess.
September 28, 2006
What?!?
New York's 18,000 restaurants would have to stop cooking with trans fats, blamed for increasing the risk of heart disease, under regulations proposed by the city's Health Department. The proposal gives city restaurants six months to switch to healthier oils, margarines or shortening that contribute less than a half-gram of trans fat per serving. What say you?
September 25, 2006
September 24, 2006
I have to tell everyone what happened last night. It only lasted about a minute, but it was really scary.
OK, yesterday afternoon me and John drove around the lake checking out yard sales, and I pointed out a boat that was for sale, since he's been talking about getting one. So we turned around and, to make a long story not so long, John ended up buying the boat.
Well, we got it hitched up to John's truck for the ride home, and everything went smooth. No problem. As we were driving, John was thinking about how he should drive the get in the driveway, because it's a little steep, and he wanted to put the boat in the back yard. Well, he decided to back it in, while I watched, to let him know how he was doing, yelling, "OK, good! No, turn to the right a bit, turn, turn... PERFECT!" Anyway, that turned out fine too, and after he got out of his truck, I said, "Good job! I'm impressed!"
OK, so next thing he wants to do is get the boat off the truck hitch, which he manages without any problem, and since he made the whole process look so easy, I said, "You're a genius! Brilliant!" He laughed, and said, "Why, thank you!" I could tell he was feeling great about himself. lol.
Then, it happened. There the boat was, off the hitch, and it starts sliding down the grass, slowly at first, and I yell, "John!" He sees the problem, and glances at the distance between the boat and his truck, to see if he can get it back on the hitch really quick. It's too late.
Now, keep in mind that the boat is sliding backwards; in other words, the back of the boat is heading toward down the slope, and we're trying to hold on to the front of the boat, and it's dragging us. Anyway, there we were, trying to stop the boat, and we're getting closer and closer to the neighbor's house, and if we don't STOP it, it's going to crash right into it!! And we only have a few seconds, because it's picking up speed. All these thoughts were running through my head as this was happening: "Oh no, we're not strong enough to stop it! OK, steer it away from the neighbor's house, and hope John's thinking the same thing! OK, it won't hit the neighbor's house, but it's still sliding! If we can't stop it, it'll keep sliding down, in between our house and the neighbor's, but then it will keep going and crash into the neighbor's house behind us!" And I could see their house with their lights on, and it looked inevitable that the boat was going to crash into their house!
Then suddenly, the boat stopped. It had run into the side fence, which I forgot was even there! And luckily, about two days ago, I had tied wire through that fence, to keep it attached to the side gate, which was the only thing that stopped it! Later, John said, "Boy, I sure am glad you tied that wire!" And he said that when it looked like the boat was going to crash into the first neighbor's house, he had the same thought as me, "We can't stop it, so steer it away, steer it away!"
Anyway, I wish the whole incident had been recorded, it would have won on American's funniest videos!
OK, yesterday afternoon me and John drove around the lake checking out yard sales, and I pointed out a boat that was for sale, since he's been talking about getting one. So we turned around and, to make a long story not so long, John ended up buying the boat.
Well, we got it hitched up to John's truck for the ride home, and everything went smooth. No problem. As we were driving, John was thinking about how he should drive the get in the driveway, because it's a little steep, and he wanted to put the boat in the back yard. Well, he decided to back it in, while I watched, to let him know how he was doing, yelling, "OK, good! No, turn to the right a bit, turn, turn... PERFECT!" Anyway, that turned out fine too, and after he got out of his truck, I said, "Good job! I'm impressed!"
OK, so next thing he wants to do is get the boat off the truck hitch, which he manages without any problem, and since he made the whole process look so easy, I said, "You're a genius! Brilliant!" He laughed, and said, "Why, thank you!" I could tell he was feeling great about himself. lol.
Then, it happened. There the boat was, off the hitch, and it starts sliding down the grass, slowly at first, and I yell, "John!" He sees the problem, and glances at the distance between the boat and his truck, to see if he can get it back on the hitch really quick. It's too late.
Now, keep in mind that the boat is sliding backwards; in other words, the back of the boat is heading toward down the slope, and we're trying to hold on to the front of the boat, and it's dragging us. Anyway, there we were, trying to stop the boat, and we're getting closer and closer to the neighbor's house, and if we don't STOP it, it's going to crash right into it!! And we only have a few seconds, because it's picking up speed. All these thoughts were running through my head as this was happening: "Oh no, we're not strong enough to stop it! OK, steer it away from the neighbor's house, and hope John's thinking the same thing! OK, it won't hit the neighbor's house, but it's still sliding! If we can't stop it, it'll keep sliding down, in between our house and the neighbor's, but then it will keep going and crash into the neighbor's house behind us!" And I could see their house with their lights on, and it looked inevitable that the boat was going to crash into their house!
Then suddenly, the boat stopped. It had run into the side fence, which I forgot was even there! And luckily, about two days ago, I had tied wire through that fence, to keep it attached to the side gate, which was the only thing that stopped it! Later, John said, "Boy, I sure am glad you tied that wire!" And he said that when it looked like the boat was going to crash into the first neighbor's house, he had the same thought as me, "We can't stop it, so steer it away, steer it away!"
Anyway, I wish the whole incident had been recorded, it would have won on American's funniest videos!
September 21, 2006
September 19, 2006
Lisa's Cliche Story
OK, I hope you guys are working on your own cliche story, because I don't want to be the only one doing this! But, if it happens, it happens. Such is life. There's nothing to fear except fear itseslf. Everybody knows that. Come on, face it. Here goes, come what may, and we're off...
A TALL TALE
This morning, at the crack of dawn, I got up on the wrong side of the bed, and stepped on a cold turkey, which I was going to cook for dinner tonight. Well, naturally that opened up a can of worms when my mother saw it, because she had wanted a lame duck. Since I don't particularly care for duck -- lame, sitting, or dead -- I told her that soon we would have days of wine and roses, and I’d prepare a fancy feast, complete with ducks in a row. She was pleased as punch, yet choked with emotion, because she had nothing to bring to the table except sour grapes; a grain of salt, and two shakes of a lamb’s tail. I told her it would be my treat, and brought her a bowl of duck soup. "See?" I said, "if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and looks like a duck, it must be a duck! The proof is in the pudding." I could tell that brightened her day, which lifted my spirits, and we savored the moment.
About midday, we decided to take a walk down in the dumps. I was thankful that we went the whole nine yards, because we hit the jackpot! I found some things that had been cut and dried, and at one point, turned to my mother and said, "Look! There's a feather in your cap." When I removed it, suddenly there were birds of a feather! "Flock together!" my mother cried, because it had started raining cats and dogs. Quickly, she let the cat out of the bag. I asked her if the cat got her tongue, because she was speaking with a forked tongue, and was slow as molasses. Her face was white as snow, and it was hard to swallow. But, since time heals all wounds, she was eventually given a clean bill of health. But that’s a whole other story!
On the way back home, to make a long story short, we didn’t cross the bridge until we came to it, which disgruntled my mother, as she was afraid of falling down the pipe. "Dream!" I told her, because when we stopped to take a rest, her and Rover took a catnap, and I normally prefer to let sleeping dogs lie. Later, when we came to a fork in the road, we took the road less traveled, which leads to nowhere. Suddenly, from a bolt out of the blue, my mother, crazy as a bat and a slowpoke, wanted to call it a day, but I said, "Now justa’ cotton-pickin’ minute! All in due time!" For a split-second, I thought she was going to pull the wool over my eyes, but as it turns out, she was just yanking my chain. But then, as luck would have it, she insisted that we find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and I, knowing that silence is golden, said nothing. She began ranting and raving until she was blue in the face, so I told her that if we could see light at the end of the tunnel, then we’d be in business. I knew that I was talking to a brick wall, however, when she gave me some cock and bull story about betting the farm and there being a bee in her bonnet!
We finally made it over the hill and through the woods, which is when we both agreed that there’s no place like home.
The moral of the story is, don’t count your eggs before they hatch. That’s the good news. The bad news is, there’s egg on your face! Film at eleven.
September 18, 2006
NEW GAME USING CLICHES, THIS IS FUN!
Here's the idea: Everybody writes their own story using as many cliches as possible. This is just a brief example:
A couple of days ago, I cried all the way to the bank because I had been living on a high horse, and couldn't make ends meet. I wanted to ask for a loan, but the banker read me the riot act, and said, "You think money grows on trees?" Then I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and suddenly, at the drop of a hat, he said, "Let's bury the hatchet, you can have your cake and eat it too." Boy, I tell you, diamonds are a girl's best friend!
OK, so you get the idea? It will be fun to see what everybody comes up with.
A couple of days ago, I cried all the way to the bank because I had been living on a high horse, and couldn't make ends meet. I wanted to ask for a loan, but the banker read me the riot act, and said, "You think money grows on trees?" Then I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and suddenly, at the drop of a hat, he said, "Let's bury the hatchet, you can have your cake and eat it too." Boy, I tell you, diamonds are a girl's best friend!
OK, so you get the idea? It will be fun to see what everybody comes up with.
September 17, 2006
September 16, 2006
September 14, 2006
September 12, 2006
WANTED: POETS TO CONTRIBUTE TO POEM
Everybody who comes here, please add two lines that rhyme to this poem. You don't have to limit yourself to adding lines only once, you can do as often as you want.
OK, the poems begins:
Last night I had a drink, then I had five more
I must've reached my limit 'cause they kicked me out the door
OK, the poems begins:
Last night I had a drink, then I had five more
I must've reached my limit 'cause they kicked me out the door
September 10, 2006
September 9, 2006
September 8, 2006
September 6, 2006
Cuter all the time!
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I like Tavia's face in this picture
September 4, 2006
NEW GAME: "MATCH UP"
The objective of the game is to pair up the list of twenty words below to make ten words. For example, ROSE and BUD are two words in their own right, but when joined together, they form a new, longer word: ROSEBUD.
The first person to pair the words up becomes the one in charge of the next game, which can be like this one, or a different one altogether.
SLIP
ACHE
SIDE
STAND
GREEN
MAD
BLED
ABOUT
BROKEN
KICK
GIVE
WAYS
HEAD
KNOT
HOUSE
FOR
EVER
TURN
MAN
SCRAM
The first person to pair the words up becomes the one in charge of the next game, which can be like this one, or a different one altogether.
SLIP
ACHE
SIDE
STAND
GREEN
MAD
BLED
ABOUT
BROKEN
KICK
GIVE
WAYS
HEAD
KNOT
HOUSE
FOR
EVER
TURN
MAN
SCRAM
Debate Topic
I assume everyone has heard about the death of Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter, from a stingray's barb piercing his chest (heart) while he was filming a documentary in the ocean. Well, this brings up a subject from a while back. Remember when he was feeding a chicken to a crocodile while holding his infant son? He received a lot of criticism for exposing his son to such danger. Did he deserve that criticism? What do you think?
September 3, 2006
NEW UNSCRAMBLE GAME, TWO WORDS
TRDSUVNUAEO LICSONSUE These words are not related. For some reason, every time I press "enter" on keyboard, to start new line, it suddenly scrolls down to bottom of page, as if I'm ready to Publish Post or Save as Draft. Just telling you so you'll know that's why the two words are next to each other. One more thing: Don't worry, there's no extra letters or missing letters in either words.
September 2, 2006
California passes ban on handheld cell phone use while driving
If Schwarzenegger signs the bill, then beginning Jan. 1, 2008, violators would face a $20 fine for a first offense and a $50 ticket for subsequent infractions. And, what are your views on this?
And, while waiting for the next game to begin...
...everyone should scroll down the page and take another look at the pictures of Violet. (just kidding)
Game to Play While Waiting for Next Password Clue...
See who can unscramble this word the fastest. Whoever wins, puts up a new word to unscramble. RHFTITOGIRH
