Twirly Slides and Falling Katys

Well i was walking through the park one day, with my lil' sis, Katy, my big sis, Mary, and my mom. When we came upon a large twirly slide. Katy, being my cute little babooshka, wanted to go down the slide. So up she went to the top of the slide. Meanwhile I was distracted by something on the road. When all of the sudden, I hear a blood-curdeling scream, then a tumble, tumble, thud, tumble.... thud. It all sounded rather funny to me, so I started laughing. And there my mom, and Mary are runnng over to her side, while I am rolling on the ground laughing. Katy got very angry with me, and it took at least six years til she forgave me. But I couldn't help it, it was so funny. So Yeah. Amen. hehehehehehhehehehe. : )

Ode to Eyebrows

Ok. This is a funny story. I was getting all dolled up one day to go to a singles ward function. Well I couldn't find my tweezers and I had a major unibrow. So I found my electric facial hair remover thingy, and I was being ever so careful while using it, (because I once, accidentally trimmed my eyelashes). So there I was hardly moving a muscle as I trimmed around my eyebrows. When I suddenly sneezed. I froze, suddenly, realizing that the trimmer was right next to my eyebrow when I had sneezed. I slowly raised my handheld mirror up to my face. There, on my face, right above my eye, was half of an eyebrow. I screamed in terror, as my sister came running in. I held my hand over my half eyebrow as my sister fratically tried to figure out what was wrong. I hesitantly pryed my hand away from my face. My sister froze as she stared at the empty spot where my eyebrow used to be. Then came the laughter. "Well, why the heck did you do that?" Jean said. I frantically started looking for my eyebrow pencil, but to no avail. So I had to use my black eyeliner to fill it in. I looked like a goth, with dark black eyebrows and my bangs drooping ver half of my face. I nearly cried. But eventually they grew back, Thank Goodness!
So, what is the moral of this story? Never Ever Ever Ever use the electronic facial hair removing thingy near your eyebrows. Amen.

What would make life more interesting

I am sitting wondering what would make life more interesting. And Ive made a list. So if you feel the need, let me know what you think will make life more interesing, and I will add it on.
1. Every person needs background music, (not only will it make you happier, but whenever the music starts to get a little creepy, you know that you need to turn around and fight off whatevers coming at you).
2. With the background music, everyone needs there own theme song. So whenever they do something great, they can feel a sense a pride when they hear it.
3. People should randomly burst into song. Even if it's about getting a good banana at the grocery store.
4. Everyone should have at least one cookie a day. Who, honestly, is angry when they have a cookie. seriously. I think I just solved world peace. I should get the Nobel Peace Prize.
5. We should all color code what we wear with our moods. (For example: I, being in a happy mood would wear a bright, happy color. whereas, Someone who is awnry would wear a Dark, Dreary color. Then those who are happy would know not to get around those who are awnry).
6. We need to look at the kindergardeners more. They know what it's all about. They have nap time. Everyone needs nap time. People would be a whole lot less awnry.
Gosh, I think I should write a book. "How a 5 year old can solve world peace" I could make millions. seriously. Well not to be a poophead here, but I'm tired. It's been a long adventuresome day. So I shall say goodnight, and I'll add more to the list tomorrow. : )

Macaroni and Cranium

Okay. So todays awesome adventure, actually happened today. My family was sitting at the table playing Cranium, when John stood up to get something to eat. I wasn't really paying attention to anything, except for the glass of water I was drinking. While I was drinking, I looked over suddenly to see John stuffing at least 10 pounds of Macaroni into his mouth, all at once. It was so funny looking that water shot out my nose. It hurt very much. But it was very funny. So what is the moral of this story? Don't drink water in the presence of anyone, especially John. Amen.

Zzzzzzzzzz!

I'm too tired to write tonight, so I will leave you with a short joke. "What did the ghost say to the bee"? -"Boo-Bee" hehehehe. ok. Amen. Goodnight. Zzzzzz.

Orangutan in High Heels

Well, todays story was well thought out. I had many to choose from, but I figured I'd write about this one first. It was on a Jazz Band trip for a competition we had. We stopped at a mall to get lunch. After lunch the rest of the band randomly decided to meet up at the dollar store, clear across the parking lot. So Eric Bottelberghe, Mark Dexheimer, and I were walking across the parking lot over to the dollar store. (Now, what you have to know at this point in time is; A: The Parking lot was at least 2 football fields long. B: I am a..... well.... what you would say a "Vertically Challenged" person. C: Being a "Short" person, I have very "Short" legs. Which in this case means that I have to take three times as many steps in order to keep up with my very tall friends). Well on this special occasion, I, for some stupid reason decided to wear high heeled shoes, which make me have to take shorter steps. Therefore, if I do the math correctly, I would have to take 4.2 steps for every 1 step that my very tall amigos took. Knowing all of this, one might come to the conclusion that it would be very easy to fall behind. Well, it was. Eric was very nice, and shortened his stride. Mark, on the other hand, told me to hurry up. At which I defiantly said, "Hey! You try walking in these shoes!" Mark, then preceded to hand me his shoes, (which were 10 times as big as my feet, and they made me look like a duck with really big feet), And I gave him my shoes, (which were 10 times smaller than his feet, and made his feet stick halfway out the back). This was a very funny sight indeed. But it didn't stop there. Mark, then started to run across the parking lot in my very small high heeled shoes. Now, imagine if you will, a very large, skinny, feminen male orangutan, with his hands raised high above his head. Now put that orangutan in some undersized High Heels, and a banana clear across the parking lot. That orangutan is gonna run after that banana. Well, this is what Mark looked like from the back, as he gayly frolicked towards the Dollar Store. I nearly died of laughter. Oh, but this was still not the funniest part yet. A mother and her little toddler son came out of the store as Mark was approaching. I saw the mother grab her son, yanking him towards her, as if to shelter him from Mark. LOL! It was like one of those scenes from a Godzilla movie, where the mother races to grab her child right before Godzilla steps on him. Oh, My Gosh!!! You should have seen the look on her face. Wow! seriously. I could not stop laughing for the longest time. Ok! so what is the moral of this story? Don't wear High Heels if you are short and have to keep up with tall friends.

Amen. and Goodnight. TTFN. Ta ta for now.

Seminary Treasure Hunt

I like this whole blogging idea. It's very relaxing. Well, writing down yesterdays blog was a time for me to reflect on funny times in my life, (and believe me, I've had many), so I figured, why not write every one of them in my blog. I recall a time in my sophmore year of High School, when I was in Bro. B's Seminary class. And it was a game day. (I love Game Days). Well this just happened to be the treasure hunt game, where, after you look up a scripture the teacher calls out an item, and the first team to set that item on the table in the middle of the classroom gets a point. So there I am with my team who consists of Eric, Amanda Sue, and Kira, (possibly other people that I cannot recall at this time). Well we had just finished looking up the scripture, so now we were on to the "treasure hunting", (anyone who has played this game before, knows that at this point in time, things can get very violent). So, Bro B. calls out a "hat". so everyone is looking around for a hat, and low and behold, hats are not allowed in seminary, so no one has one. Then someone, very meekly, asks if the hoods on hoodies count. By this time, everyone in the whole class in quietly anticipating his answer. I glance at the clock, the second hand seems to slow down as we patiently wait. Sweat seems to seep off peoples faces, others hold their breath. Bro B's eyes dash from one side, to the other, and back again. "YES" he exclaimed as half the class darts toward the middle of the classroom, eagerly trying to pull their hoodies off. (Now, what I am about to tell you, imagine in slow motion). Eric Bottelberghe, being the wonderful redhead he is doesn't even bother to take off his hoodie. All I saw was a flash of red dart past me, (that's Erics hair), and then "SMACK". Eric decides to slam his head, with the hood on it, onto the desk. Way to take one for the team. I'm surprised he didn't get a concussion, seriously. But, even after Eric's heroic sacrifice, the other team got the point. Apparantly, he couldn't be wearing the item. So, What is the moral of this story? Think, before you go and slam your head on a desk. Lucky for Eric, his hair was so bright that is took most of the blow. (JK). Until next time. Amen.

(This is based on a true story. some events may have been exagerated a little bit. No animals were hurt in the making of this story).

Funny Funny Times.

Everyone in life needs a wonderful sense of humor. So in order to kick off my first ever blog, I am willing to share with you a very funny story. In my sophmore year of High school, I was sitting in my Jazz Band class, listening to a lecture that my band director was giving. When I looked over to see my fellow Trombonists, each with their mouthpieces inside their mouths. I was amazed by this, seeing how I have a very small mouth, roughly around the same size as the mouthpeice. I suddenly was jealous, so, not thinking, I stuck my mouthpiece inside my mouth. Filled with a great deal of pride at the fact that I could get my mouthpiece inside my mouth, I grinned. Well, at least I tried. The mouthpiece was too big, that I could not grin, so, laughing to myself, I tried to pull the mouthpiece out. It did not work. so I started laughing more, this time at how stupid I was to even attempt this daring trick. You have to know that when I laugh, my jaw locks until I stop laughing. So while I am laughing at myself, I am tring to pull the mouthpiece out of my mouth, but to no success. You see, my teeth were in the way, so everytime I tried to pull out my mouthpiece, you heard a "tink" sound. Soooo, during this whole process, all any one could really hear was... "giggle..., 'tink'..., giggle, giggle,... 'tink' 'tink',... hehehehe, 'tink' 'tink' 'tink'. and so on and so forth. It took me about a half hour to stop laughing enough to take out my mouthpiece. needless to say, my jaw really hurt after that. So. what is the moral of this story? the Moral is, Don't be jealous of what other people do. Amen