Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Which are your favorite cartoons?
One of my favorite family activities lately is going to youtube and watching the old school cartoons from when I was a kid. It is so much fun! The kids love it and it feels like being a kid again.
I recommend it to everyone.
I can't decide which cartoon was my favorite, so I have posted below all the intro's to those I watched all the time as a kid and decided to share them with you.
Which are your favorites?
I recommend it to everyone.
I can't decide which cartoon was my favorite, so I have posted below all the intro's to those I watched all the time as a kid and decided to share them with you.
Which are your favorites?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
ahhhhh!!!! I've Been Toilet Papered...
OK - so I started it. I couldn't help it. Liz Jergensen (our Wards YW President) announced that there was going to be a YW sleepover at her house for what I dont know. What I did know was that a bunch of YW sleeping at one persons house meant they wanted to get toilet papered - badly.
So I arranged with the Priests to come over to my house - only we werent doing a sleepover. We were just having fun til the time came to give Jeremy and Liz an early winter.
We arrived at about 10:30 or 11 - and everyone was still awake. We could hear them having fun etc...but the front room windows had a clear shot to the kitchen - so we had to keep our guard in case someone turned around.
Well - I think we were there for at least 30 minutes. We got nearly 70 rolls of t.p. laid out in the front yard before someone noticed.
Of course we naturally fled like our lives were in jeopardy. (part of the fun). We drove around a couple of times - honked from a distance - let them know we were there - then went home.
But it wasnt over.
I got a call at 2:35 am from Patrick saying revenge had been taken on him. He was pretty pissed. (he really needed to calm down, I mean, we did deserve it). He just wanted to know why him and not anyone else. So I looked out my window and guess what - I had been nailed to.
But it's not the same getting toilet papered WHEN YOU LIVE IN AN APARTMENT. I mean really. I was on the phone with Patrick for 8-minutes and picked everything up one-handed. There was really no pain in the retribution they gave me - but it was fun.
I just want to know how they knew it was us???
If there is anything I have learned from this experience it's that I found the ONE BENEFIT of living in an apartment.
So I arranged with the Priests to come over to my house - only we werent doing a sleepover. We were just having fun til the time came to give Jeremy and Liz an early winter.
We arrived at about 10:30 or 11 - and everyone was still awake. We could hear them having fun etc...but the front room windows had a clear shot to the kitchen - so we had to keep our guard in case someone turned around.
Well - I think we were there for at least 30 minutes. We got nearly 70 rolls of t.p. laid out in the front yard before someone noticed.
Of course we naturally fled like our lives were in jeopardy. (part of the fun). We drove around a couple of times - honked from a distance - let them know we were there - then went home.
But it wasnt over.
I got a call at 2:35 am from Patrick saying revenge had been taken on him. He was pretty pissed. (he really needed to calm down, I mean, we did deserve it). He just wanted to know why him and not anyone else. So I looked out my window and guess what - I had been nailed to.
But it's not the same getting toilet papered WHEN YOU LIVE IN AN APARTMENT. I mean really. I was on the phone with Patrick for 8-minutes and picked everything up one-handed. There was really no pain in the retribution they gave me - but it was fun.
I just want to know how they knew it was us???
If there is anything I have learned from this experience it's that I found the ONE BENEFIT of living in an apartment.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Touching Story Written By Billy Evans
A touching true story: Please help little Billy Evans.
My name is Billy Evans. I am a very sick little boy.
My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. The reason she is so sad is because I'm so sick. I was born without a body.
It doesn't hurt, except when I try to breathe. The doctors gave me an artificial body. It is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money.
Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap bag. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad.
I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this email to everyone you know. Forward it to people you don't know, too. Dr. Johansen said that for every person you forward this email to, Bill Gates will team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With that funding, NASA will collect prayers from school children all over America and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send all the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me get better then.
Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be third base.
Every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take more prayers to the angels and my dream will be closer to coming true.
Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn ten. If you don't forward this email, that's okay.
Mommy says you're a mean and heartless nasty person who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death and then burn forever in hell.
What kind of cruel person are you that you can't take five minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame about ignoring a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?
Please help me. I try to be happy, but it's hard.
I wish I had a kitty.
I wish I could hold a kitty.
I wish I could hold a kitty that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury its poo in the leaves of my burlap body. I wish that very much.
Thank You,
Billy "Smiley" Evans
My name is Billy Evans. I am a very sick little boy.
My mother is typing this for me, because I can't. She is crying. The reason she is so sad is because I'm so sick. I was born without a body.
It doesn't hurt, except when I try to breathe. The doctors gave me an artificial body. It is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money.
Mommy doesn't work because she said nobody hires crying people. I said, "Don't cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap bag. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she's allergic to burlap and it makes her sneeze and chafes her real bad.
I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this email to everyone you know. Forward it to people you don't know, too. Dr. Johansen said that for every person you forward this email to, Bill Gates will team up with AOL and send a nickel to NASA. With that funding, NASA will collect prayers from school children all over America and have the astronauts take them up into space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will come back to earth and go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send all the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me get better then.
Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Right now I can only be third base.
Every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take more prayers to the angels and my dream will be closer to coming true.
Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my leaves to rot before I turn ten. If you don't forward this email, that's okay.
Mommy says you're a mean and heartless nasty person who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death and then burn forever in hell.
What kind of cruel person are you that you can't take five minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame about ignoring a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?
Please help me. I try to be happy, but it's hard.
I wish I had a kitty.
I wish I could hold a kitty.
I wish I could hold a kitty that wouldn't chew on me and try to bury its poo in the leaves of my burlap body. I wish that very much.
Thank You,
Billy "Smiley" Evans
Monday, November 5, 2007
Funny Train Incident
OK - so I think most of you know that I ride the train daily. There are always interesting things happening - but this is the first time I saw this.
This morning I am doing my weekly planning - then from a few rows behind me I hear two men "discussing" something rather loudly.
It turns out that these two rather large men are arguing where the dividing line between the two of them is. One of them pointed out the invisible line that separates the seats.
His finishing line was, "I am just not comfortable with your leg brushing up against mine the whole train ride, when are you getting off".
That pretty much ended the conversation.
This morning I am doing my weekly planning - then from a few rows behind me I hear two men "discussing" something rather loudly.
It turns out that these two rather large men are arguing where the dividing line between the two of them is. One of them pointed out the invisible line that separates the seats.
His finishing line was, "I am just not comfortable with your leg brushing up against mine the whole train ride, when are you getting off".
That pretty much ended the conversation.
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