Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
So...anyone want two frogs? The're just the cutest little things...if you can overlook the fact that they like to attack and kill fish. :o)
Friday, November 24, 2006
I had to laugh. That stuff is all junk. And in the off chance that I actually do lose my mind long enough to buy a pen that writes upside down in space, how often will I really need that? Perhaps one day I will be captured by some evil terrorists who hang their victims by the ankles. I am allowed one last letter from prison…
I’m sure gonna wish I had that pen.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
…at least my imitation of them anyway. I usually go for a bike ride on Saturdays. It allows me to just think and unwind while providing a nice workout to boot. My parent’s home is located on the edge of a forest so it is not uncommon for deer to wander through yards. Many times I have come home late in the evening and seen as many as five deer just meandering in the street.
So this past Saturday I rode about three miles from home to get to a bike trail. After biking nearly an hour, I started to head back home. I was zooming down a large hill when I saw a deer in the middle of the road. I started braking but realized I was going to hit the deer if it didn’t move. I’ll admit…I was a little scared. What if this deer was going through some sort of forest sorority hazing and in order to pledge, she had to charge a biker. I might just be the first person to hit a deer…while riding a 32 speed! I did the first thing I thought of.
I moo’ed. Like a cow!
I could try and convince you that I really was saying “MOOOOOOVE!” but I know the truth. And it worked. The deer looked at me and ran. But then again, who wouldn’t run from a girl on a bike mooing!? The best part was relaying the story to my family once I got back home. They just looked at me like I was crazy; and in a sense, I guess I am. :o)
Monday, November 13, 2006
So I’m sitting at a table with two other individuals being taught the reproductive cycle of a penguin by none other than Penélope Cruz. This is not odd to me at all because it’s a dream. I learned that a penguin lays eggs on floating iceberg chunks and then returns to land. If the eggs don’t roll off, become food, or freeze due to harsh conditions and actually hatch, the cycle continues.
Then I woke up. There was one thing I couldn’t figure out. If the female leaves land, lays eggs on a floating piece of ice out in the ocean, how do the chicks find home? Floating GPS? I don’t get it.
It never occurred to me to wonder why Penélope Cruz was the teacher. That made total sense.