Hello again. I was just looking at the space between posts and considering making them seasonal. they would probably be closer together.
I just had a fun and laugh filled Thanksgiving break.
Saturday, we went to the WSU Recreational center with the Mumfords and the Scott and Colin Campbells. In a game of roller blade hockey, my team was down, 8-9 in a game to 10. Alex, disgusted with the job Ryan and I were doing as goalies, kicked us out of the position and could'nt stop a miracle shot made by Tim through a swarm of defenders that won the game for Tims team. Tim was then named star of the game by Uncle Colin. On his victory lap, an elated Tim glided across the court. The "elated" Tim was soon joined by the "furious-goalie-who-gave-up-the-winning-shot-and-armed-with-a-hockey-stick" Alex. The "elated" Tim quickly transitioned into a "screaming" Tim and then to a relieved-that-he-hadn't-been-killed" Tim when Al was intercepted by Uncle Tom.
Just a funny incident, a few seconds ago, Julia the new three year old walked up to Seth's computer humming innocently. I watched as she raised her fist over the keyboard."la de la de da."
BAMBAMBAM
Still singing her merry tune, she waddled away, the monitor displaying only an error page with no taskbar and no way to exit out.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
The Garage Sale
I could never figure out why people advertise for a garage sale, and then you get there, and the sale is in the yard. Now we just had a garage sale and I still can't figure it out. We got the stuff from Aunt T moving. on the day of the garage sale, the Campbells came over to help. We each took turns as the cashier. I don't know why, but handling the money was a popular job. Maybe it was just fun to watch all the moolah pile up. We probably could have doubled our profits if there weren't so many things that appealed to us. When we were preparing the stuff for the garage sale, a lot of this was going on:
Uncle Bryan (the pricer):Wow, look at this Mariners baseball.
Seth: Wow. That's mine now.
Uncle Bryan: Check out this collection of baseball cards.
Ryan: Thank you.
Me: Hmm. What price for these brand new Nike Airs?
Emily: Oh, Joy!
The night before the garage sale, Ryan and I decided to "camp out " in the front yard to test out the one man tent (oops) that was going to be for sale the next morning. I think that Dad "accidentally" forgot to turn off the sprinklers that night.
The next morning, we put on the garage sale, and Miri set up a little Sprite stand in the front of the driveway, and everything went as planned, except for the pop stand, as there were too many generous donations to the hard working staff.
At one point, Micheal asked a young mother "Where is your boyfriend?"
"He's in the car," she replied. "I like 'em young."
In the car sat a little boy, no older than 3.
Well, there's nothing more to say.
Uncle Bryan (the pricer):Wow, look at this Mariners baseball.
Seth: Wow. That's mine now.
Uncle Bryan: Check out this collection of baseball cards.
Ryan: Thank you.
Me: Hmm. What price for these brand new Nike Airs?
Emily: Oh, Joy!
The night before the garage sale, Ryan and I decided to "camp out " in the front yard to test out the one man tent (oops) that was going to be for sale the next morning. I think that Dad "accidentally" forgot to turn off the sprinklers that night.
The next morning, we put on the garage sale, and Miri set up a little Sprite stand in the front of the driveway, and everything went as planned, except for the pop stand, as there were too many generous donations to the hard working staff.
At one point, Micheal asked a young mother "Where is your boyfriend?"
"He's in the car," she replied. "I like 'em young."
In the car sat a little boy, no older than 3.
Well, there's nothing more to say.
THE END
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Funny Alliterations
Here are some meaningless, amusing alliterations that I thought up today:
- Fat Frank, fretting Fred, philosopher Filmore, and fitful Fern formed a ferocious, friendly phantom ferret farm.
- Dylan dutifully died dancing on a dead dog in the dark.
- Emily encountered edible ents entering entland.
- Fred found a fireball flaming on his forehead.
- The powerfully potent poison will protect poor Patrick the predictably pathetic pilfering postman.
- Willful Willie wandered with wonderfully whining Winifred.
- Horrible Harry hatefully hid Hattie's happily holy hot pad.
- Andy ate Adams aidfully apple-eating adder.
- Melvin's muscular, marauding moose melted Max's mind.
- Yithlewithle the young yak yelled a youthful yodel.
- Sorry Sam struggled safely with Sally the singing shark.
- Carnivorous Katie Craftily killed Kathy the Katydid.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Ahhhh, spring at last! Part II
This paragraph will only be explaining the technical difficulties with the keyboard. If you would like to see the actual continuation of my previous post, by all means, start on the second paragraph. The reason that I didn't write any more on my earlier post was because the b,n, and m keys were not working, and it took me about a half an hour to write the last three sentences. I was cutting and pasting letters all over the place. Oh, and by the way, for those of you who were wondering, I wrote the last sentence without cutting and pasting. And now for the continuation of yesterday's post(and hopefully a few pictures):
Ahhh, spring! The birds are singing! The wasps are stinging!(don't ask) Last Saturday, after a delicious pancake dinner, Seth and I looked out the window and decided that it was the perfect day for jumping on the trampoline. Earlier that day, my dad had moved the trampoline to another spot on the lawn, and little did we know, one of the legs of the trampoline had broken off in the process. We noticed this at once, right after it collapsed under our feet. My mom immediately herded Seth and me into the van, drove us to Wal-mart and grabbed a new trampoline, drove us home, and said "Oh, and by the way you're staying home from school on Monday to put the new trampoline together." That scared both of us to death, since dad was going on a business trip to Indianapolis, and we would have to assemble the trampoline singlehandedly! Two days later, on Monday morning, we finally put the last spring on the trampoline I had the feeling that it had been way to easy. I was right, too. Only a few seconds later, two sides of the trampoline curved up about five feet. This, we thought, was not typical trampoline behavior. And then, all of a sudden, Seth had the most brilliant idea! We would both lie down on either end of the trampoline until it was "warped" into a normal shape. I promptly hopped onto one end, and Seth hopped onto the other. After about half an hour, I said thoughtfully"We should probably get off and check to see if it's "warped" into the right shape yet." we got off, and to my delightful surprise, the it was rising to its former shape more slowly than before! Seth, however was not satisfied with a burrito, however slowly it got to that shape. I agreed grudgingly, and went inside to tell Mom that our brand new trampoline thought that it had a future as an over-sized potato chip. "Well, " she said. "did you put the legs on first?" "Ummm," I said as I glanced out of the window at the gigantic black pringle that I was supposed to turn into a trampoline. "Well, not exactly. " " Then go out and take apart the whole thing!" was her reply. " You have to start trusting the people who made the instruction manual!" Oops. From that point on, there is nothing worth putting in this post besides the fact that I finished the trampoline.(And neglected to read the instructions AGAIN! We now have to be satisfied with a net around the trampoline that you can slide under.)
Ahhh, spring! The birds are singing! The wasps are stinging!(don't ask) Last Saturday, after a delicious pancake dinner, Seth and I looked out the window and decided that it was the perfect day for jumping on the trampoline. Earlier that day, my dad had moved the trampoline to another spot on the lawn, and little did we know, one of the legs of the trampoline had broken off in the process. We noticed this at once, right after it collapsed under our feet. My mom immediately herded Seth and me into the van, drove us to Wal-mart and grabbed a new trampoline, drove us home, and said "Oh, and by the way you're staying home from school on Monday to put the new trampoline together." That scared both of us to death, since dad was going on a business trip to Indianapolis, and we would have to assemble the trampoline singlehandedly! Two days later, on Monday morning, we finally put the last spring on the trampoline I had the feeling that it had been way to easy. I was right, too. Only a few seconds later, two sides of the trampoline curved up about five feet. This, we thought, was not typical trampoline behavior. And then, all of a sudden, Seth had the most brilliant idea! We would both lie down on either end of the trampoline until it was "warped" into a normal shape. I promptly hopped onto one end, and Seth hopped onto the other. After about half an hour, I said thoughtfully"We should probably get off and check to see if it's "warped" into the right shape yet." we got off, and to my delightful surprise, the it was rising to its former shape more slowly than before! Seth, however was not satisfied with a burrito, however slowly it got to that shape. I agreed grudgingly, and went inside to tell Mom that our brand new trampoline thought that it had a future as an over-sized potato chip. "Well, " she said. "did you put the legs on first?" "Ummm," I said as I glanced out of the window at the gigantic black pringle that I was supposed to turn into a trampoline. "Well, not exactly. " " Then go out and take apart the whole thing!" was her reply. " You have to start trusting the people who made the instruction manual!" Oops. From that point on, there is nothing worth putting in this post besides the fact that I finished the trampoline.(And neglected to read the instructions AGAIN! We now have to be satisfied with a net around the trampoline that you can slide under.)
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Ahhhh, spring at last! Part I
Spring is here at last! After a five month winter in Moscow, I groan at the sight of a snowflake. I'm not exaggerating about the five month thing. It has been snowing from the November of '07 to the April of '08! There were eight snow days for the Moscow schools. Now, instead of about a zillion days of school between now and summer, there are no days off, plus there are ten more minutes of school added to our daily schedule. I would have written a lot more on this subject but I have been having technical difficulties with both the keyboard and the picture downloading program for blogger. More on this next time. Good ye for ow!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
After the tournament, I feel very strongly about the Cougs
GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS! GO COUGS!GO COUGS!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
>:-(Absolute Outrage!)-:<
Today, I learned something absolutely OUTRAGEOUS! The heading for chapter nine, lesson three in my SIXTH GRADE MATH BOOK read: Solving Subtraction Problems. EXCUSE ME, BUT I'M NOT TWO YEARS OLD, MISTER MATH BOOK WRITER!!!!!! It seems to me that every thing you "learn" to do in math involves problems that, instead of being turned into an algebraic equation that only a rocket scientist could interpret, could be broken down to a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication problem that a third grader could solve! I mean, it seems to me that every thing from the second semester of sixth grade on is teaching you to take a simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, or division equation, and building it up to a mind boggling five page algebra problem. Then, you learn how to break those down to the simple problem that it was all those days ago when you started to work on the problem!
Bye bye for now!
- Jared
Bye bye for now!
- Jared
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Hi(again)
There is a lot to catch you guys up to, since I haven't blogged for what, two months!? you probably couldn't even call that a blog, either, since it was like two sentences long and very indiscriptive.
For those of you that haven't been informed, the name of the baby is Paul Perry, and he'll be grateful, when planning airplane flights, that we decided to name him Paul instead of Micheal. Apparently there are a gazillion criminals out there with the name Micheal Perry Dixon. If you don't believe me, just ask those who have tried to get my dad a flight.(namely Seth and my mom)
Also, a lot less recent but still in the space between this blog and my latest one, I almost hacked my left thumb off with a butcher knife! before I go on, I guess I have to tell you the whole story. Every Fall, my family makes and cans (or rather, jars) applesauce. There were four main jobs for we kids: running the hand operated apple grinder, pushing the apples in to the grinder with a little plunger designed specially to fit in the top hole of the grinder, chopping up the apples, and, last but not least, the shift that I was in the most: lounging around downstairs in your room, curled up on the bed with a good book.
Job that I spent the most time on was chopping up the apples. I was so aggressive doing this that my mom nicknamed me "the butcher" I loved it, too. I loved it almost as much as being completely useless, reading downstairs. For that reason, I spent the vast majority of the next few hours going "CHOP chop chop CHOP chop chop CHOP chop chop." Whoever invented the word "chop" must have been cutting apples when doing so. Anyway, once when I was hacking at those apples like they were Brook Lopez's head, my left thumb was a fraction of an inch too close to an apple that I was cutting into quarters, and "KKKFFFFTTT" "OWWWWWWWW!" The butcher knife had created a gash across part of my upper thumb, and half of my thumbnail. I had it under running water in seconds, while Mom was still marveling that I had been able to keep the blood off of the apples. The thumbnail didn't come off until a few months later, but otherwise, I was all cool about it, and eagerly awaited blogging about it.
Bye-bye until next blog, which will be loaded with stories to fill in the large gap in my blogs.
For those of you that haven't been informed, the name of the baby is Paul Perry, and he'll be grateful, when planning airplane flights, that we decided to name him Paul instead of Micheal. Apparently there are a gazillion criminals out there with the name Micheal Perry Dixon. If you don't believe me, just ask those who have tried to get my dad a flight.(namely Seth and my mom)
Also, a lot less recent but still in the space between this blog and my latest one, I almost hacked my left thumb off with a butcher knife! before I go on, I guess I have to tell you the whole story. Every Fall, my family makes and cans (or rather, jars) applesauce. There were four main jobs for we kids: running the hand operated apple grinder, pushing the apples in to the grinder with a little plunger designed specially to fit in the top hole of the grinder, chopping up the apples, and, last but not least, the shift that I was in the most: lounging around downstairs in your room, curled up on the bed with a good book.
Job that I spent the most time on was chopping up the apples. I was so aggressive doing this that my mom nicknamed me "the butcher" I loved it, too. I loved it almost as much as being completely useless, reading downstairs. For that reason, I spent the vast majority of the next few hours going "CHOP chop chop CHOP chop chop CHOP chop chop." Whoever invented the word "chop" must have been cutting apples when doing so. Anyway, once when I was hacking at those apples like they were Brook Lopez's head, my left thumb was a fraction of an inch too close to an apple that I was cutting into quarters, and "KKKFFFFTTT" "OWWWWWWWW!" The butcher knife had created a gash across part of my upper thumb, and half of my thumbnail. I had it under running water in seconds, while Mom was still marveling that I had been able to keep the blood off of the apples. The thumbnail didn't come off until a few months later, but otherwise, I was all cool about it, and eagerly awaited blogging about it.
Bye-bye until next blog, which will be loaded with stories to fill in the large gap in my blogs.
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