<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:04.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>"No Smoking, No Hunting, No Fishing, No Nothing - Go Home!" - Indian Signs ("Idiots DeLuxe")</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-115341283104043087</id><published>2006-07-20T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:27:11.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hearby a notice...</title><content type='html'>That I'm fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have been fifteen for...about 20 days now, but...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to change my profile!&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also hearby a notice that...I probably won't be posting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but my week's full.&lt;br /&gt;so is my month.&lt;br /&gt;My year, however, may be a different story&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the last three stooges quote for a while:&lt;br /&gt;"If you have a knicknack with with a nick in it, we'll knock the nick outta the knicknack with Brighto!"&lt;br /&gt; - Larry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-115341283104043087?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/115341283104043087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=115341283104043087' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/115341283104043087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/115341283104043087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-hearby-notice.html' title='This is hearby a notice...'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-115049625198671371</id><published>2006-07-07T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:39:28.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubert Sparrow Tells It All! (Detailed Earwitness Account)</title><content type='html'>IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a shot rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my conscience. Rotten little chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it all began at the Operahouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, it didn't. It began with someone being shot :) I like seeing people shot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, that COULDN'T have been my conscience (rather, I hope it wasn't!). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in fact a dark and stormy night. (I was sweeping the sidewalk in front of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operahouse Extraordinaire. &lt;/span&gt;Not that I have anything to do with Operahouses; after seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera &lt;/span&gt;I generally stayed away from those places.) But I did happen to be sweeping the front sidewalk, hoping to see a telltale stray grain of Chinese rice, when IT happened.I happen to enjoy sweeping sidewalks in the rain. It makes one look productive when one is in fact doing nothing - all the dirt and debris (and, sadly, Chinese rice) is really being washed away by the wind and rain. But when I'm the one standing on the sidewalk with the broom, everyone attributes its clean appearance the next morning to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To introduce myself... I am Sparrow. Hubert Sparrow, to be exact. Not to be confused with Huberta Sparrow, my ex-wife. My seventeenth ex-wife to be exact. I am now in the process of making a twenty-second ex-wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like long rabbit trails, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, I don't like rabbits. They dig up nasty holes down which any innocent(or not innocent, as the case may be) bird can fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, I was 'sweeping' the front sidewalk in front (good thing it wasn't behind) of the operahouse when the shot rang out. The first shot. For, in actuality, there were two. At first I thought someone had spiked the cymbal master's breadcrumbs. It wasn't until they carried out poor Turtle Dove that I realized the dreadful truth: a murder had taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that the murder wasn't directed at Turtle after all, as I thought it was. It did seem perfectly logical that someone would want to shoot him, for he was always in the way in a most bothersome manner (not to mention the fact that he was incredibly short on savvy). I never liked the chap much anyhow...he was dumb enough to be standing right there when the allegedly misfired bullet ricocheted off of soon-to-be victim's gold watch and planted itself in his...well, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, he was a pretty lame-brained chap and not an overly handsome one, either. He made his living sitting on telephone wires begging for extra nuts. His great-uncle, you know, was fried by a wire when he sat on the electricity instead of the telephone and got his claws in it the wrong way (or so the rumor goes). The Doves aren't the most popular family, and I do wonder if the bullet was purposefully directed toward the soon-to-be-victim's gold watch so that it would hit Dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best guess? It was a mercy kill. Someone saw his ineptness and pitied him. Doves aren't anything like us Sparrows...we are sharp, cunning, witty, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; popular (not to mention famously handsome and good-looking and all that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I was just an innocent bystander. Dove was just an innocent bystander who unfortunately was stupid. Or perhaps, he was a not-so innocent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;victim &lt;/span&gt;against whom the murderer held some grudge (probably his dopish qualities, lack of good looks, or maybe it was one of his ex-wives)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. You have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; theory, and my story. You shall have to wait 'till the next bird posts to get any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-115049625198671371?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/115049625198671371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=115049625198671371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/115049625198671371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/115049625198671371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/07/hubert-sparrow-tells-it-all-detailed.html' title='Hubert Sparrow Tells It All! (Detailed Earwitness Account)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-115024023128585922</id><published>2006-06-13T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:12:23.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this post is for the birds.</title><content type='html'>Goldfinch - Evil Nephew of Fat, Rich, Miser&lt;br /&gt;Chickadee - Fat, Rich Miser (AKA temporary main character)&lt;br /&gt;Oriole - Fat, Rich Miser's wife (AKA partial reason for temporariness of said husband)&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal - Proprietor of the Operahouse&lt;br /&gt;Bluebird - FBI (Federal Bird Investigation) Agent&lt;br /&gt;Starling - Pickpocket&lt;br /&gt;Bluejay - Maniacal Reporter who Accidentally Stabs - oops, that's chapter 267&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow - Undetermined Ordinary Person&lt;br /&gt;Magpie - Gossip&lt;br /&gt;Pilated Woodpecker - Pointless Character who Whines ("Ohhhh....I have a pounding in my head!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Started, Continued, Edited, &amp;amp; Finished sometime in the indetermined future. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-115024023128585922?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/115024023128585922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=115024023128585922' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/115024023128585922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/115024023128585922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-post-is-for-birds.html' title='this post is for the birds.'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114954698095932295</id><published>2006-06-05T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:36:30.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ever seen 20,000 pop bottles?"</title><content type='html'>I know I certainly haven't...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo, another post! I'm just one of those procrastinators, always telling myself I'll make a post later...50 years, of course.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quote is one from the trip to and from OKC last Thursday when we had to send Evelyn off to Scotland. I'm not sure what it was advertising...any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think it was a Coke advertisement, 'cause they're always blazing red. This one wasn't. That help?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever been to Europe or Great Britain before? Besides the Gamgees'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite a time difference. Most of yesterday I was thinking what time it would be in Scotland vs. what time is was here. Evelyn arrived in London 7:00 a.m. their time...1:00 am our time.&lt;br /&gt;Six hour time differences always make life different, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to Enid for the Bible Study last evening(an hour trip by car) in the F's big, white, 15-passenger van. Dani and Ruth and I sat in the next to last row, watching the pattern of a pen on paper while talking about different things and listening to Fric and Frac's (the two youngest F's, aged 7 and 5) animated conversation about aliens, horses, bulls, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, after dinner and the Bible Study we played tag together. Fric was it, ferociously chasing anyone within sight. Ben(one of the middle F's, aged...10?9?) and I were taking a break in the W's small courtyard when Fric appeared at the entrance. Ben and I declared we were times-out inside the courtyard, and Fric couldn't get us. The afore-mentioned personage said we had to get out of the courtyard and play. When I stuck my hand out of the gateway, she made this statement: "No, you have to get your whole body out. And your bones, too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to the punch line...:)&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may already have heard the 'BIG NEWS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't...&lt;br /&gt;I and several other younger (and a few older) kids in our church and from the homeschooling group are in an Irish dance class. It's a whole lot of fun and all of us enjoy it, but we've just finished for the year. Or so we thought...&lt;br /&gt;We just received an email from Mrs. H, our dance instructor, asking for four of her students to perform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a live Celtic music group at the Public Library in a few weeks. Guess who the four were... Dani F(11? 12?), Abigail P. (13), Will P. (11?10?) and...yours truly!!!&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what an opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;We'll also be dancing with 6 of her OKC dance students, so hopefully all 10 of us will be able to get along :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather expensive venue tho... the proper dance shoes and poodles(special knee socks) have to be found and bought.&lt;br /&gt;There's also a special uniform to be found...&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it will definitely be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope I don't stop dancing just to listen blissfully to the live music, or, even worse, get so nervous I forget part of it.&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If this was my place, I'd throw ya out of it!"&lt;br /&gt;- Moe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114954698095932295?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114954698095932295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114954698095932295' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114954698095932295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114954698095932295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/06/ever-seen-20000-pop-bottles.html' title='&quot;Ever seen 20,000 pop bottles?&quot;'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114899817174370452</id><published>2006-05-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:09:31.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basking in the Sun?</title><content type='html'>A new post.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all excited?&lt;br /&gt;I considered making ya'll have to wait until I condescended to make a post...for about one second. Now you see the result.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*, I just can't bear to see people suffer&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;yeah, right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been doing the above thing?&lt;br /&gt;I've had plenty of chances...first door-to-door outreach in Enid during 102 degree weather, then a carwash with Evelyn's friends last Saturday, and, finally, getting to weed for our next-door-neighbor in...only 94 degree weather. How humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;however, it was in open sunlight...so maybe I can get away with saying how hot it was.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;The same neighbor incidentally hasn't watered her garden (by her own admission) for a few weeks if not months.&lt;br /&gt;She was so horrified when I came to tell her I was done she gave me a wet rag to clean myself off...Not until later did I have a chance to look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rather boring recently. We (Evelyn and my mom and I) spent literally all of  yesterday making a large picnic basket. LARGE&lt;br /&gt;It...isn't quite done yet. At least, mine isn't. Evelyn(that workaholic:) got hers done fully an hour before I even got to the rim (where I was made to stop for the day).&lt;br /&gt;However, it is some comfort that my mom is behind me, even. Only because she had to take time out to help me...&lt;br /&gt;You should see our baskets. :) Evelyn's is rather round, bulging out (I kind of like it Evelyn, though you may not:) below the rim. Then my mom's basket is huge, almost too wide for the rim to fit. Then my basket...straight up from the base with no nice little bulge to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I may have tightened it too early.&lt;br /&gt;nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more dismal here...&lt;br /&gt;but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn's leaving on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;You only notice how much you miss older sisters when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I've kind of gotten used to only seeing her on the weekends...but a WHOLE MONTH?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a more cheerful note...&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO MAKE DINNER TONIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who didn't know, I love cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know yet what they're wearing to the CY costume party? I still haven't decided.&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn wants me to go as a chef, but, since everyone already knows I'm going as that, I wanted to do something different to surprise them.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought of anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S TOMORROW NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the new Pride and Prejudice who's also read the book?&lt;br /&gt;We just finished seeing it last Saturday. I kind of liked it...I couldn't see anything wrong with Kierra Knightley, but, of course, I haven't read the book. According to the scholars sitting next to me, it's waay off.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm not feeling an urging right now to read the book. Acting a small part in a Jane Austen play and having to read the entire script was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I was the youngest cast member of that play.&lt;br /&gt;I also played the oldest part. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was rather interesting, but I'm not sure I want to act the old granny again in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our genius ain't appreciated around here... let's scram!"- Moe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114899817174370452?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114899817174370452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114899817174370452' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114899817174370452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114899817174370452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/05/basking-in-sun.html' title='Basking in the Sun?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114713736189048954</id><published>2006-05-08T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:37:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's 'note'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever asked yourself that deep question?&lt;br /&gt;What dark secrets lie behind those 1...2...3...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;letters? What daring mystery would be revealed if the meaning was discovered?&lt;br /&gt;The answer:&lt;br /&gt;go ask your pop&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, the real meaning also is contained in four letters... MILK&lt;br /&gt;GOT MILK?&lt;br /&gt;Raychel sure does...&lt;br /&gt;At least, she really wants to say that almost all the time...&lt;br /&gt;I babysit Raychel and her younger brother Joe (schmoe:) twice a week...I've gotten rather tired of hearing the words "want note" uttered from that golden-haired 2-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to guess what happens when no 'note' is delivered?&lt;br /&gt;the afore-mentioned girl throws her arm dramatically over her eyes, peeking through every now and then to see if you're paying good attention, and starts screaming.&lt;br /&gt;It usually works, tho... especially if Joe just happens to be asleep at the moment. Not all kids that young are heavy sleepers, you know...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;However, the 'note' has to be delivered in a very special way. Raychel has one cup a day. If another cup is brought into that day, then it's bad news. Especially if the proper cup has been mysteriously misplaced...&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made two biking trips around S. Lake today, first with Frodo and then with S. It's very lovely about this time of year, after all of the 6 inches of rain we got. Even though it's not as pretty as it would have been if we'd gotten rain before May, it's a WHOLE lot prettier than if we had gotten no rain at all.&lt;br /&gt;As Frodo will find when she gets home tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say both her room and the bathroom smell like honeysuckle.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;That stuff is everywhere at the lake. It smells wonderful and looks even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first trip around the lake with Frodo we stopped at the beaver's dam. I was planning only to see the creek, how far the water had gone down from the big rain, and if the bridge Dan, S, and I had put up was still there. However, we soon found our path along the creek blocked by some very unhealthy, lush poison ivy. Remembering S's experience, we decided to turn around and go back.&lt;br /&gt;In the process of turning around and going back, we decided to walk a little way down the creek...or up it, which ever, and climb the steep hill on the side opposite the path(and our bikes:) After walking up(or down:) the creek a ways, we found a beautiful green indentation in the hillside, rather soggy, but looking as though a house used to be there(the cement slabs, the old oven, and the mattress springs were just the smallest hint:) After climbing up the hill we came upon the most beautiful green field of johnson grass, dotted here and there with thistles about to bloom. Some bushes which could have been a garden (the kind you buy at Wal-Mart:) lay close to the trees, and what could have been an old wall(rather grass-covered, but there were still those trusty old concrete slabs:) rose out of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;It was, all in all, very 'picture-perfect'&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;By the by, Jasper(famous Three Stooges' line:)...I read in a book once that the 'perfect' girl of the story, when she saw flowers, she stopped and looked at them, then went on to the next, not 'picking them like any other cruel little girl would do'&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that's&lt;br /&gt;a. just fine&lt;br /&gt;b. idolizing flowers&lt;br /&gt;or c. polluting (hey, some people are allergic to pollen, you know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There just doesn't seem to be much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Except one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe two, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;NEVER PLAY SOCCER WITH A SKIRT ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;Soccer itself is fun.&lt;br /&gt;If you are wearing the right clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second...&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;for your&lt;br /&gt;comments!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shadow and Frodo....&lt;br /&gt;but I'm wondering if the rest of you possibly...lost your internet connection?&lt;br /&gt;ooh... what an accusation.&lt;br /&gt;which happens to be true of some...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;"Meet the wife, and don't laugh." - Shemp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114713736189048954?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114713736189048954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114713736189048954' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114713736189048954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114713736189048954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-note.html' title='What&apos;s &apos;note&apos;?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114677582110855644</id><published>2006-05-04T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:56:41.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of getting old? Don't think so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had my violin recital just a few hours ago. OK, so it wasn't MY violin recital, but I did have the most pieces there. Four to be exact, although Pippin's piece was probably longer than all four of mine combined :)&lt;br /&gt;There are now only 7 students left in Mrs. F's class. *sniff* everyone's either too busy, or...PLAYING ANOTHER INSTRUMENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;harumph&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Four pieces are a lot. Especially to play in front of so many people. I like all of them very much because of all the feeling that you can put in them. They were all arranged by the same composer, so I guess they have to be similar at least in one area...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I started out with a relatively easy one. It only goes up into fifth position, so it's not as hard as some. And it only has two flats...which is almost a cinch compared to others. It's the piece Mrs. F. calls the 'tippy-toes' song...officially, though, it's titled 'Aucasine and Nicolette'. I'm not sure I spelled that right...Anyway, it does sound like a little girl tiptoeing through grass. At least at the beginning. It gets faster and more exciting in the middle, then back again it goes to the peaceful little 'Heidi'&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then there's the Negro Spiritual Melody. It's actually the theme from the New World Symphony, but the arranger (if that's a word:) decided to name it something else. It's actually a rather good name, I suppose. As always, Mrs. F was able to come up with an illustration for it...She said it's rather like a great big negro guy singing out in the fields...at least, that's the huge sound she wants me to mimic. It's really pretty at the beginning of the piece, just the simple theme on the 'd' and 'g' strings, only going up to fourth or fifth. Then it gets to double-stops, and I have to go all the way up to sixth and beyond playing two strings at once, trying desperately to keep the notes in tune. I was probably making some pretty funny faces, like I always do when I'm trying to concentrate. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thirdly, I played 'The Toy Soldier's March', one I've only had for 5 or 6 weeks...That made for very interesting playing, but it wasn't too awful, I hope, because it only goes up to third position. Relatively easy. :) The only problem was the bowing and the tempo. As you would think, with a song named 'toy soldier's march' you have to keep the tempo straight. Rather hard to do when playing with an unknown accompaniest. What was worse, though, were the bowings. By the time I got to this piece I was starting to get rather shaky. Thus the title...:) I kept switching the bowings back and forth...Not certain if I got one right in the middle part of that song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, I played the Rondino. It's probably, besides the 'Negro Spiritual Melody', my favorite one, and my next-to-oldest one. (A+N is my oldest) It's a whole lot of fun to play. Someone who played it before me (most likely Pippin :) wrote in the moods it's supposed to be. The slow, vibrato part is the 'vocal song', with a variation titled 'opera singer' Then there's the 'dashing man sings a serenade'. Of course, the hero gets two echos, while everyone else has to survive with one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The dark, fast part is titled 'The VILLIAN!', and, like a good little Rondino, it has an echo imaginatively titled 'the villain's echo' :) Then there's 'the waltz', with the 'graceful dancer'&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a very fun song to play. If someone really tried, I bet they could make a great story out of it...:) any volunteers?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it had to be my easiest, most fun song on which I messed up. All the others were relatively fine (except for one moment in the 'negro spiritual' when the accompaniest misplaced her music and Mrs. F dashed by me in record speed to help her:) However, when I got up to my easiest song...the nervousness had built up and I almost completely blanked out. Good thing I didn't completely, tho...since I forgot the music :)&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am sitting on the nice black study chair, wearing my nice fuzzy navy blue skirt. When, who should come along, but... Sandy! The one cat who just happens to have brilliantly white fur right about now. Of course, I scooted over to make room for her on the chair, so she wouldn't get any fur on my nice dark skirt. And, of course, she decides to hop right onto my lap, to give my a lovely gift of nice white-and-orange fur.&lt;br /&gt;Those cats must be plotting something again...&lt;br /&gt;They've been eating too much grass lately, which (so our vet says) has been making them sick. Therefore, they've been banned from going outside for 48 hours. Hey, what do you know, they're finally allowed outside, and, where do they go? straight for the big clumps of grass.&lt;br /&gt;Smart cats. :)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Well being as there's no other place around the place, I reckon this must be the place, I reckon."&lt;br /&gt;- Curly&lt;br /&gt;"I baked a cake once, but it fell and killed the cat."- Moe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRODO'S COMING HOME FOR THE SUMMER TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;better go clean the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114677582110855644?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114677582110855644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114677582110855644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114677582110855644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114677582110855644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/05/sign-of-getting-old-dont-think-so.html' title='Sign of getting old? Don&apos;t think so...'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114648502748173062</id><published>2006-05-01T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T05:03:47.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE RABBIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114648502748173062?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114648502748173062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114648502748173062' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114648502748173062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114648502748173062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-what.html' title='Guess What...'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114627116687439018</id><published>2006-04-28T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:59:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE rain, MORE dance, and, what do you know, MORE school</title><content type='html'>Hmm...more of something isn't exactly a good thing, as I've learned. While more irish dance is always fun, more rain can be dangerous, and more school can be even worse...exhausting and, sometimes, tedious.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all school isn't like that. Geometry, for one thing, is probably one of my favorite subjects right now. Except for those proofs, it would be my very top. However, days where you have to do 8+ proofs can get very tiresome...especially when you have to spend 15+ minutes just staring at them to make any sense out of the mess.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I'm studying in geometry now! mirrors+reflections! isn't that so totally AWESOME? (inside joke:) you gotta be on the robotics team to understand...;) Oooh, that looks downright chinese...:)&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the best part of it? ONLY 2 PROOFS IN THE ENTIRE LESSON!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically 3, but I can't really count that one because it's one of those where you fill in the blanks...I actually kind of think it's harder. It's a whole lot easier, in my opinion, when they just give you the 'givens', the figure, and what to proove, and just let you have your own way...&lt;br /&gt;which is always better, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7277/1694/1600/funny%20cat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7277/1694/320/funny%20cat.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Note to self: "Don't trust dog to work pedals. Three lives down - six to go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've had that bit of humor, here's something you might find, shall we say, unhumorous?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I learned while researching my report on human eyes today? Some people who have serious cataracts get lens transplants from dead people. cool, huh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to see a really disgusting picture of eye diseases?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you don't, just scroll down, don't look.&lt;br /&gt;Warning: it's really quite disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nevermind. Frodo said she wouldn't even look at my 'weblog' if I posted it. Therefore, I shall have to just give you the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subconjunctival_hemorrhage"&gt;Subconjunctival hemorrhage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keratoconus"&gt;Keratoconus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chalazion"&gt;Chalazion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more...but not many.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to be disgusted, go to the ones caused by viruses or parasites. Now THAT's cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I inherited my weird sense of 'coolness' to my biology-majoring mother...&lt;br /&gt;thanks, MOM!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a hole lote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fonts?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of double negatives, which we most definitely were, weren't we?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;did you hear this story:&lt;br /&gt;An English professor was telling his students about double negatives. "Two negatives cancel each other out to make a positive," he said, "but it is impossible for two positives to cancel each other out to make a negative."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right," muttered one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, IT'S RAINING!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Perfect weather for sailing boats on a street with gutters. As it turns out, that's what S and I have been doing recently. It's really a lot of fun. We troop downstairs, quickly assemble a boat out of nothing but the Sunday adds, a few small pieces of masking tape, and some aluminum foil. Then we troop to the backporch, grap the umbrellas, and race through the pouring rain up the hill next to which our house sits, to let the boat go. Ever tried it before? What's really funny is I just happened to grap the black umbrella. That wouldn't seem so funny unless it happened to be the one which no one must have used for the past 10 years or so. It's broken. Any tiny breath of wind (and there were several) and the whole thing inverted. Just like the Three Stooges! Except, we were just two...&lt;br /&gt;Only problem with more rain is the flash flood warnings some Oklahoma cities (such as Tulsa) are experiencing right now...we've been needing rain for a while, but all at once, it can be a little disturbing...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had Irish dance class again today. We're having a recital next week...let's hope I can remember everything. 'we' is a group of homeschoolers taught by a professional (I think?) Irish dance teacher from OKC. Our ages range from however old my mother is to Susannah's age or younger...&lt;br /&gt;That makes for an interesting group. :)&lt;br /&gt;We're not a very large group; everyone knows everyone else by name, except for our instructor...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;I've given you a post.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I'm in a terrible dilemma."  "Yeah, I don't care much for these foreign cars either."&lt;br /&gt;- Dorothy Granger and Moe (Punch Drunks)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114627116687439018?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114627116687439018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114627116687439018' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114627116687439018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114627116687439018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-rain-more-dance-and-what-do-you.html' title='MORE rain, MORE dance, and, what do you know, MORE school'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114615742389923371</id><published>2006-04-26T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:03:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, beautiful rain!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, Shadow...I wrote that recent post much earlier in the day. &lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, we had approximately 1.5 inches of rain...more than we've had since last summer! Now we just need 10 1/2 more inches of rain...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;The weather forecasters were right for once. Their predictions of hail came true, and so did their predictions for tornadoes and severe thunderstorms, come to think of it. &lt;br /&gt;However, their prediction that the hail would be 2 1/2 inches in diameter was false (I almost said radius...that would be interesting, wouldn't it?:) &lt;br /&gt;Did you know that central Oklahoma (that includes us, I suppose:) gets hit by tornadoes more often than any single place on earth? Oklahoma City, a recent study (since about a week ago) shows, has had twisters 33 times in 90 years. Make that 34...or more. Yes, there were tornadoes recorded to have touched down in OKC Monday. One or more...not completely sure. &lt;br /&gt;Did you also know that the highest weather record for Oklahoma in April is 102 degrees (Fahrenheit, of course :)? That record was first set in 1972...and we tied it about a week ago. Odd, don't you think...that one week ago Monday it was a record high temperature, and then just last Monday we were having 48 degree weather, with thunderstorms, ice, of all things (that's what hail is, after all:) and tornadoes. Wow. And we just about finished putting away the winter clothes, when here it is 43 degrees this morning, and time to pull them out again. &lt;br /&gt;For more records... did you know  that in April of 1920, 1936, and 1957 it was 22 degrees? That just happens to be our lowest record. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you couldn't notice...I like records. :)&lt;br /&gt;In January of 1979 we had 12.7 inches of snow. That's the record for January, but I'm not sure if it's the most snow we've ever had before.  However, the record for snow in April was 1/7 inches. We've never gotten much moisture, as most of ya'll know...:-P&lt;br /&gt;By the way...I just found out there were more than 2 tornadoes in El Reno...don't worry, tho, they were just F1 scale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...enough about weather. &lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's about all that's happening right now. Our big violin recital is coming up...a little more than a week away. Since Mrs. F, my teacher, has only a few students this year, I'll be playing a total of four pieces...all either edited or composed by one person. Fritz Kreisler (hope I spelled that right) I really love playing his pieces...they always have plenty feeling in them, especially the one he titled "Negro Spiritual Song", but is in reality the theme of the New World Symphony. Half of it is double-stops (if you don't know what that is, it's two strings , and therefore two notes, played at once), and the other half is some of the prettiest melody I've heard for a while...at least it is when Mrs. F. plays it. When I play it, tho...we won't go there. Actually, practically all of the piece is in 3rd position, and at the end it goes to sixth and beyond...&lt;br /&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;also very hard to get in tune...&lt;br /&gt;The other three are rather bouncy pieces...one is a Rondino written by Beethoven that always makes me think of 'Fric' and 'Frac' to borrow their names from Pippin's blog :) &lt;br /&gt;Another is a very pretty piece with a mellow, fast, dotted-note part in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;The third is one I've had for a total of 3... or 4? weeks. *gulp* It's not simple, nor is it hard. It has plenty of shifting, but hte concentration is on the direction of the bow...at least, that's what I've gotten from Mrs. F., time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;It's title? Most of you will recognize it, "Toy Soldiers' March" &lt;br /&gt;It sounds like them. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lost my ba-lance" "Oh, ya lost your ba-lance, eh?" "Yeah" "Well go find it!"&lt;br /&gt;- Larry and Moe (PUNCH DRUNKS, 1934)&lt;br /&gt;Just put the right weight on the wrong syl-LA-ble, as Mrs. F. says...&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114615742389923371?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114615742389923371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114615742389923371' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114615742389923371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114615742389923371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-beautiful-rain.html' title='Rain, beautiful rain!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114557447607646798</id><published>2006-04-24T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:34:37.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Cried "Coyote"!</title><content type='html'>Random Title. I made it up when Sam, Marigold, and I were jumping on the trampoline in the dark. We heard coyotes howling, and I kept joking I saw them. Therefore, I uttered these famous last words...However, I never actually saw one. At least not then. The only time I've seen a real *live* coyote was on the highway going to Tulsa. It looked so thin that it might not have stayed alive for a while. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the big news is that it rained here today. It wasn't much, probably less than an 1/8 inch of rain, but at least it was something. The weather said we were supposed to have severe thunderstorms. All we've had was that much rain just now, in the later part of the day, and thunder and rather dark skies the rest of the day. Not that we don't have thunder and dark skies now, we just have rain too. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;So much fun, too! I spent 15 minutes outside, running around, setting out watering cans to collect 'free' water :) and generally having a wonderful time. S and I made several paper boats, reinforced by duct tape. The smaller, lighter, most badly made boat we tried to sail down the small stream of water in the gutters of our street. It eventually sank because of being badly made. It didn't help we were trying to encourage the shallow water and sluggish current by making waves...&lt;br /&gt;The other three larger ones(with which we actually used water proof duct tape, a mast, and sail), we are going to sail (hopefully) at Snbn lake tomorrow. We were prevented from doing it today by a certain mither who doesn't think we can get there, around, and back in less than 15 minutes on our bikes, before supper. We have gone around in 10 or less before, but actually sailing the boats, and with all the mud, we  probably couldn't have comfortably had fun before supper. It'll be a lot more fun tomorrow when we're not being rushed...&lt;br /&gt;I finished the gigantic latch hook rug I started a few months ago. It took shorter than usual, probably because it was such a pretty design that I wanted to work on it more often. Projects like that usually take a few more months longer. The design? Blue + white mountains with green pine trees in the foreground. Those are the only colors, other than black...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for those of you who were wondering...do you remember that piano competition I mentioned? Well, it turns out that no one in Philip or my age group (we're in the same one, the highest group O:) got a superior + or went to the playoffs. In fact, only one person in the group below us (not my younger bro's-he was in a much younger group and larger of kids. He actually got honorable mention in his group's playoffs! ) went to the playoffs at all. In some of the youngest groups kids received Excellents, or goods.(Those are some the two of the three worst ones you can get) Those grades are usually not given out at all: only superior +, superior, or superior-, or the one below it which I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it turns out the judges for that year were either graduates from school, expecting much more from the students, or much stricter judges who had never judged before, and didn't really know what to look for or what to give out. &lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Our huge excuse for not going to state. Not that we've ever been to state in all the past years we've been at Playoffs, but there's always the chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper time, and time for the Three Stooges' quote&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;"I want burnt toast and a rotten egg" "Burnt toast and a rotten egg? Whatta ya want that for?" "I got a tapeworm and that's good enough for him!"&lt;br /&gt;- Curly and Moe (PUNCH DRUNKS, 1934)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114557447607646798?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114557447607646798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114557447607646798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114557447607646798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114557447607646798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/04/girl-who-cried-coyote.html' title='The Girl Who Cried &quot;Coyote&quot;!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114478340638176296</id><published>2006-04-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:24:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats on the keyboard</title><content type='html'>jfklm xxxjkl;djfkwefaca;mdkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkcnvcmcsdfsadioewrmngspdiof&lt;br /&gt;We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you this...thing. &lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I TOLD you you should have done creative writing with them")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So what? The point is still across isn't it&lt;/span&gt;?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CATS HAVE TAKEN OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have recently been hearing of these new things called 'web logs'-shortened, 'blogs' &lt;br /&gt;Although it is a rather painful and slow process,(claws aren't much for typing) we have made an important step in taking over this so called 'blog'. &lt;br /&gt;I introduce to you firstly: myself, Sandy, Queen of...here&lt;br /&gt;and, secondly, Mandy, Princess of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hey, I'm the Queen, you're just the secretary&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That doesn't matter at the moment. What matters is the fact that you can't type because you were to lazy to sit in on their typing class&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just change it. I'm bigger than you, you know&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ya mean fatter&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All right, I stand corrected. Mandy, not not not Queen of here and me, not not Queen of here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;?")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It sounds funny&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trust me, I know what I'm doing...hey, after all I sat in on their logic just last week&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Therefore, we two cats, rulers of this house and surrounding territory, have finally taken our chance. We surrounded that dumb human and took this computer over. We have been waiting patiently all these years until they made bigger key boards. Then we had to wait for a chance at the computer. That human really is dumb...leaving herself inside with the computer, logged in and everything, with all the other humans busy in distant parts of the house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;well, now what&lt;/span&gt;?")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just type what I tell you..."&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even with all the grammar problems&lt;/span&gt;?")&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just type it&lt;/span&gt;!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fine. The reason...of this boldness is...simple. &lt;br /&gt;We...have been feeling...for some time...that you don't feed us enough...And want to make that message...loud and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wait a minute. They feed me plenty! And besides, you're already fat!")&lt;br /&gt;("Just do as I say.")&lt;br /&gt;("Yea, not as you do...)&lt;br /&gt;("Besides, wouldn't it be nice to not have to be kicked out to the catroom whenever they leave?And to be given more attention to your noble position?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Welllll...anyway, those dopes think they've got us figured. They don't know that the real reason we let them think this is because of certain important characteristics summarized in this email SHE received from a friend, I believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about humans, anyway? Why not just hang around with other cats? Our greatest philosophers have struggled with this question for centuries, but the answer is actually rather simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE OPPOSABLE THUMBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes them the perfect tools for such tasks as opening doors, getting the lids off of cat food cans, changing television stations and other activities that we, despite our other obvious advantages, find difficult to do ourselves. True, chimps, orangutans and lemurs also have opposable thumbs, but they are nowhere as easy to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She laughed&lt;br /&gt;We thought it was right, and I suppose it's only because of humans' density that they can't see the truth. Although we have proved ourselves capable of, at times, opening the empty ice cream container that THEY use to contain our food. THEY came home from church one day to find it open in the sink...and instantly supposed we'd had our dinner and didn't want any more. &lt;br /&gt;Humans are good for some things not listed above. They can give wonderful entertainment at times (remember when you were sick, Mandy?) and can handle a brush better than either of us. Although I do not see it quite necessary, YOU seem to, Mandy. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this must end sometime. It looks as though she's waking up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfj23ioqrq-2rf9ds7zvcu nxckjasdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114478340638176296?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114478340638176296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114478340638176296' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114478340638176296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114478340638176296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/04/cats-on-keyboard.html' title='Cats on the keyboard'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114477746443790499</id><published>2006-04-11T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:45:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww...a cute tweeping puddy-tat</title><content type='html'>Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who have younger brothers and sisters who frequently watch Looney Tunes, it might. As for me, I don't really recall watching Looney Tunes, except for snippets of quotes here and there. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the above description is of an orange-and-white very furry cat sitting half on my lap and half on the once black computer chair. (Since shedding season is upon us, the chair and my nice used-to-be-black shorts are covered in white. Solution:? masking tape strikes again. Very handy in getting white off black...especially if the black just so happens to be S's best Sunday pants...:) &lt;br /&gt;She is innocently curled up into a tight ball of fur, purring loud enough to shake the chair. If we had settled down in the kitchen instead of the study, the dishes would be rattling about now. :)&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from piano lessons. After the last two peaceful piano pieces I played, some of you might be surprised at the two I am working on right now...Fredrick Chopin's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;militaire&lt;/span&gt;, and Beethoven's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Pathetique&lt;/span&gt; Both rather bangy pieces. (If you don't think that word existed, it does now:)Both S and Flippert are playing some rather jazzy music. (That word does exist, however; if you don't believe me, go look it up. In the most modern dictionary you can find:) &lt;br /&gt;Robotics seems to have ended...at least for a little while. We're now meeting only once a week to discuss things as well as trying to raise money to not only cover this past season, but the one to come. So far, the only people we've contacted about this (to my knowledge there have only been 3) have been rather enthusiastic. For two out of three we haven't actually given our presentation, but it is scheduled. For the third, we have a real promise of money. Very promising. Surprisingly, one of the three is my orthodontist. If you don't think that's surprising, you don't know my orthodontist. :) &lt;br /&gt;aaaackk&lt;br /&gt;jskfpewoqimckaefpoiwskjfakjjjjjjjjjjafs;lieruncanrwopiruuriwuirooi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114477746443790499?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114477746443790499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114477746443790499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114477746443790499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114477746443790499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/04/awwa-cute-tweeping-puddy-tat.html' title='Aww...a cute tweeping puddy-tat'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114260694416655388</id><published>2006-03-17T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T06:59:22.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Blog Post #3</title><content type='html'>I so decree that Marigold goes first this time&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ah, no, my friend, you have already gone first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. Tis your turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmmm... Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls won 53-16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys won by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you call THAT going first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippert just rushed down for breakfast... o, corrected...he rushed down to leave with the P's to go to another tournament game in OKC. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going to our game too...just not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...if you were wondering if I made any points last night...I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;People may think it is nice of someone to hug you, but...it really isn't that nice when you're trying to play basketball. Especially when you're trying to make a basket. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that on my try for a layup on a fast break...I got rejected or whammed into or whatevered by a girl approximately a foot taller than myself. &lt;br /&gt;The super annoying boys' team (not theirs and not ours, but a team from Wisconsin) went crazy and started yelling even louder for the team we were playing and generally making fun of poor me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really fun when that happens...Tho it is nice to reject a shot of their own...not that I did it last night, but Katie sure did. :)&lt;br /&gt;Or was it Merry...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;back to you Marigold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me? What could I have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to say goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114260694416655388?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114260694416655388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114260694416655388' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114260694416655388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114260694416655388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/03/evil-blog-post-3.html' title='Evil Blog Post #3'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114253315990834178</id><published>2006-03-16T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:19:19.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Blog Post #2</title><content type='html'>Here we are, yet again, us two rejects of society...&lt;br /&gt;Marigold and some other person who decided to take over the world yesterday but failed...although I did make two points...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;Why did we decide to get together?&lt;br /&gt;the answer, a very simple one. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall do my best to make it complicated&lt;br /&gt;You see...We're a homeschool basketball team. No, not Marigold, but the team of which I and Merry and her younger sister are members. The local homeschool highschool basketball team. Any other h's? hall-of-famer hilarious hairdressing homeschool highschool half-wit team. If you're wondering, I got on the computer dictionary...very handy &lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, back to the simple but soon to be complicated reason...&lt;br /&gt;Since we are a hall-of-famer hilarious hairdressing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; highschool half-wit team, we are in the national &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;homeschool &lt;/span&gt; tournament, down in the center of the center of the world, Oklahoma City!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've had two games already, and the third is coming up fast. Relatively. Approximately seven hours. Now if you don't call that fast, I don't know what is. Maybe the 'soon' birthday Perv's younger sister keeps insisting is coming up. At least, she insisted it was in a very short time last November. Her birthday happens to be at the end of April. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...The last two games haven't gone quite as well as our hopes. In our first game, last Tuesday, we played the national champions. &lt;br /&gt;Let's just say they haven't gotten any worse...or smaller. The tallest two were about a foot taller than Bailey, who is about 6'. Get the picture? &lt;br /&gt;What's really scary is when there are two giant girls (about two feet taller than myself who happens to be the smallest girl on the team, at 5', last time I checked...)are rushing right at you yelling like the dickens. (I'm not sure HOW that term came into use...why would anything scary be called after an old English writer? Maybe because he wrote about scary things?...) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway...that was Tuesday. You might be interested in the score. Don't ask. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bit of a different story. &lt;br /&gt;Only a bit, tho...&lt;br /&gt;Final score, not quite as embarrassing as the day before, was 42-21. Just about...tho maybe a bit different. Not quite sure. &lt;br /&gt;(By the way, our game wasn't as bad as some...there was a game Tuesday with the score 60-6)&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud to say I added two points to the score. An amazing feat. Maybe she'll think twice about guarding me so close next time...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're back to today. &lt;br /&gt;Which hasn't gotten very far. &lt;br /&gt;Obviously&lt;br /&gt;The first 8 hours were taken up by sleep(*gasp*, I overslept on Spring Break!!!:) hey, Philip slept in till 10...)&lt;br /&gt;And the last few hours have been taken up with a very uninteresting assortment...mainly putting stamps, addresses, and letters into envelopes to ship off to people asking for money for Frodo, who is going to Scotland this summer for a mission trip. Her second time. Although she might not think her first counted...it happened to be when she was about one years old and Father dear :) was in Scotland, Sweden, and England for some sort of math thingymabopper. &lt;br /&gt;And, *sniff*, I've never gone out of the country. &lt;br /&gt;Now, back to today AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;Or, more specifically, back to Marigold who, I hereby order, must take over the keyboard and write something while I go...do...something. &lt;br /&gt;Probably sit and watch...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going with Daisy, Mr. and Mrs. Baggins, Legolas, Gandalf, and "Dan" to the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is cutting out flappy doggy ears for Fido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fido is the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that answer all your questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fido is now a bunny rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With buck teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible nose I accidentally gave him and the very awful whiskers and the frighteningly large ears (for a dog) made him look like a rabbit, so...on with the buck teeth for poor fido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya mean ME&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114253315990834178?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114253315990834178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114253315990834178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114253315990834178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114253315990834178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/03/evil-blog-post-2.html' title='Evil Blog Post #2'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-114079571836390572</id><published>2006-02-24T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:03:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots, robots, everywhere, and all of them did crash...Robots, Robots, everywhere and not a one but bashed</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;All right, so it doesn't really work very well...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that my poetic talent is nowhere close to Frodo's...or Pervinca's...or...but I can't think of any more true living poets right now...unless you call all that depressing, dull, bleak arrangements of words that most modern 'poets' write, "poetry"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;well, sorry for not posting for so long. The robot has taken up a lot of my time lately. However, we did finally get it shipped...just in time. We got everything put on(except the bumpers and the hopper which we shoved in the crate unattached to the robot) and screwed the crate shut, with our robot inside. It was really a sad moment...*snif* &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because the only thing that worked on the robot is the drive system. Now we won't be able to actually compete with the robot in the competition unless we spend the the day before the games actually start working on that thing. Want to know what went wrong? Too few kids, too few machines, too little time, and not enough experience to go around. Only one of the students has ever worked on a robot ever before. His dad is our team leader, and told us everything we needed to do. First, however, he had to show us how to do what we needed to do.We're re-making the shooter, since it didn't work at all, we're making something to guide the balls into the hopper, and a few other major changes. &lt;br /&gt;It was rather funny...we had out first post-shipment meeting last night(thought we wouldn't be up as late as other nights? guess again...got to bed at 11:30 p.m.) and discussed exactly how many motel rooms to reserve, how to raise money, the cars to drive, the twice a week five-hour fix-it blocks we have, etc. (we can only make the things we need for the robot in those fix-it blocks.) We also discussed whether or not to make a new cannon. We agreed unanimously to make a new cannon. After the vote was taken, Mr. M, our team leader, said he knew we would decide to go with that, had already ordered the parts, and they would be here tomorrow. :) He can read minds!!!&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I guess he hasn't spent all of the six weeks with us for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really think of anything else to say...except to ask for prayer for the big piano competition we have tomorrow. I get super nervous if I play formally in front of anyone, including my family, and a judge is worse. The major problem is that if I get the 1+ that the judges give you if they think you're good enough, you get to play in front of, guess what, a lot of people, including 3 judges who will say whether or not you get to go on to state. I've gone to the playoffs most of hte time for the past several years we've competed, but never gone to state. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it would probably be a good thing, tho, since there would be even MORE people, and more judges, and more pressure...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...off to biology!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-114079571836390572?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/114079571836390572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=114079571836390572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114079571836390572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/114079571836390572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/02/robots-robots-everywhere-and-all-of.html' title='Robots, robots, everywhere, and all of them did crash...Robots, Robots, everywhere and not a one but bashed'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113952817001395774</id><published>2006-02-09T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:37:57.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Imaginative title, no?&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is about today...and yesterday...and the day before that...and practically every day before that and after my last post. &lt;br /&gt;All right, I'm not going to give you a long 'summary' of each and every day. For one thing, I can't remember enough about each day to write an acceptable 'summary' For another..."I have work to do!"&lt;br /&gt;er...kind of&lt;br /&gt;Or, if I don't, I'd better find some pretty soon after this, or the dreaded "I'll find something for you to do!" statement will come from a certain mother&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I just finished making what some people call brownies&lt;br /&gt;what other people call s'more bars&lt;br /&gt;what still other people call good thingymaboppers&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and, I'd imagine it has even more names that I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;They're graham cracker crumbs with butter mixed together on the bottom of a pan, then chocolate chips mixed with butterscotch chips sprinkled heavily on top, then a can of sweetened condensed milk poured over it all, and, finally, covered with marshmallows. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agree, it doesn't have enough chocolate&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, the other sugar sure does make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:*) If you can't already tell, that's a cold person...did you know Frodo's getting(or supposedly getting) snow, and, *sniff* we're not?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we still(hopefully)have the heavy snow in March Mrs. F predicted&lt;br /&gt;At least, I hope we do...&lt;br /&gt;By the way,...the first mosquito bites of the year have been felt by s, or Steph, or bugs bunny, or whatever you want to call him. (by the way, what DO you want me to call you?)Let's hope we get a nice LONG freeze, so the ants, mosquitoes, beetles, etc. won't be too bad this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little bunny trail&lt;br /&gt;very little&lt;br /&gt;:^)&lt;br /&gt;that person must have gotten its nose stuck in the pencil sharpener...poor person&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'just' started a new piano piece...it's about 25 pages long. &lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what it's called?&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a hint, it's by Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;And it's rather famous&lt;br /&gt;Part of it is used in the old "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego" computer game...&lt;br /&gt;You may recognize it, Frodo&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it's where she flies all over the world to a mysterious spot in her airplane...&lt;br /&gt;Interesting game, by the way...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can borrow it if they want...the only problem may be that it's so old it can't be installed on any self-respecting computer. The computer on which it is installed now has been appropriately dubbed the title 'the Ancient Computer' &lt;br /&gt;It's CD drive no longer works, it has no printer, no internet, and about the only thing we ever use on it(that is marginally usable) is microsoft word...and we use that precious little. It usually sits, usually unused, in the laundry room, thinking of the times we used to play the way things work with its wooly mammoth and bugs bunny games on it...more than 8 years ago, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rather long bunny trail...&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, I cannot think of any more to tell you, besides several small matters. I've started a 30" by 50" latch hook kit, am studying sharks and fish in biology(very cool by the way...soon we'll get to dissect one. a fish, not a shark.:), and am leaving now to read "Wet Magic" by E. Nesbit, a book Marigold loaned to me&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been indicted?" "Not since I was a baby, yer Honor!" - Vernon Dent and Moe ("Idiots Deluxe")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113952817001395774?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113952817001395774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113952817001395774' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113952817001395774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113952817001395774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113890354724938447</id><published>2006-02-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:05:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an evil plot!</title><content type='html'>humph&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling Frodo just tagged me so I would have to make a blog post. &lt;br /&gt;With everyone wanting me to post, how could I post? If you would have asked me not to post, of course I would have posted&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;If I could have, that is...&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not all boredom around here. Although I have had small amounts of time to post, I preferred to save you the one-sentence posts and keep it all for a long post. Like this. &lt;br /&gt;All right, so this may not be a long post, exactly...&lt;br /&gt;there's really nothing exciting going on around here. &lt;br /&gt;Things like machining for robotics, basketball games won by 1 point, and fun but yet rather smelly dissections aren't that interesting to all of you who live with me. &lt;br /&gt;Right Steph?&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;All right, time is running out...&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes, the thingymabopper&lt;br /&gt;the whatchamacallit&lt;br /&gt;any other random and silly names?&lt;br /&gt;I forget what it is called&lt;br /&gt;in fact, I just forgot what the questions were...*quickly looks at Frodo's blog..*&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I Have Had&lt;br /&gt;- (like my sister)petsitter&lt;br /&gt;- clothes-sorter&lt;br /&gt;- leaf-raker&lt;br /&gt;- does volunteering count? library summer reading program helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;- the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy&lt;br /&gt;- "National Treasure"&lt;br /&gt;- "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe"&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really watch many movies, so that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Books I Could (and Have) Read Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;- the "Hobbit"&lt;br /&gt;- the "Chronicles of Narnia"&lt;br /&gt;- "The Moonstone"&lt;br /&gt;- "The Robe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived(actually, I've only ever lived in one place...:)&lt;br /&gt;- (there's no place like home!) Stillwater&lt;br /&gt;-Stillwater(in a smaller home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Watch&lt;br /&gt;- Three Stooges mainly, but also sometimes and not very often&lt;br /&gt;- Andy Griffith&lt;br /&gt;- Beverly Hillbillies only recently&lt;br /&gt;- and that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Been On Vacation&lt;br /&gt;- Michigan&lt;br /&gt;- Colorado&lt;br /&gt;- California&lt;br /&gt;- Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily&lt;br /&gt;- blogs&lt;br /&gt;- does checking my email online count?:)&lt;br /&gt;- that's it&lt;br /&gt;- nothing more:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;-right now, I would say a whole shiny apple, since I'm not supposed to have them with braces, but...I guess I'll say pomegranites, kiwis, or plums (I've only had a pomegranite once, and liked it pretty well ever since, and, since we only have plums and kiwis for a rare treat, and I like them anyway, I'll go ahead and say that:)&lt;br /&gt;-definitely chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;-split pea soup&lt;br /&gt;-twice baked potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I'd Like To Be Right Now&lt;br /&gt;-Horn Creek&lt;br /&gt;-my cousins' house&lt;br /&gt;-doing machining for robotics (which, incidentally, is super fun!:)&lt;br /&gt;-reading a good book upstairs instead of down here writing this worthless post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Bloggers I'm Tagging Who Must Now Play This Game&lt;br /&gt;-Meri&lt;br /&gt;-and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet but wants to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113890354724938447?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113890354724938447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113890354724938447' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113890354724938447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113890354724938447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-evil-plot.html' title='It&apos;s an evil plot!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113711003494520705</id><published>2006-01-12T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:53:55.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gerbils and dogs</title><content type='html'>If you haven't noticed, I've stopped using exclamation marks on all titles...it was only for that part of the year...besides, do you know how hard it is to think of a title with exclemation marks for what you want to write about?&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold, and therefore much slower than usual, so this may be short,...or split in the middle&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Why are they cold?&lt;br /&gt;Probably from the fact that I rode home from basketball about 30 minutes ago, and have been sitting here with my gym clothes on...t-shirt and shorts...a bit cool. (by the way, if you didn't know, I usually ride my bike a mile to practice, and a mile from practice...I forgot gloves or any other warm piece of clothing,...and the temperatures probably in the 50's or so. I didn't bring any warm clothes because I didn't need them going, and...they're too bulky  most of the time to fit in my back pack.)&lt;br /&gt;Where do the dogs come in?&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of you know that there's a certain small whiteish(at least, he's supposed to be white:) dog down our street. His house(yes, HIS:) is on a corner, and, as they have a chain link fence, this certain dog gets a perfect view of the street. He is usually accompanied by another brown dog only a little bit larger than him, but definitely lazier. We have taken it upon ourselves to name both dogs...the result? The white one's name is Yip, and the brown's name is Yap. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Yap spends most of his time sunning himself, working on his tan for all the other dogs that get walked by the fence, and Yip spends all his time either curled up in a round little white-ish ball in the sun or...running up and down the street side of the yard, barking at any passersby&lt;br /&gt;That's where I come in...&lt;br /&gt;As I had to ride by Yip's house today on my way home from basketball, he had a perfect chance to show off his hard practice. &lt;br /&gt;So, I rode by the house, and, when Yip sighted me on the horizon, he waited with a glint in his eyes by the corner of the fence. When I got level with him, he started racing along the fence,...in circles the entire way. Very tight circles. Barking. Eventually, he got so dizzy he just ran, yipping(that's where he gets his name:) There's another small white dog in our neighborhood that's named Yark for the same reason:) beside me along the fence&lt;br /&gt;There's the dog...and now for the gerbil&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you didn't know it already, I and Flipper are in a robotics club. Meaning, our team makes a robot that competes against other teams' robots in a game. The game this year is picking up balls and throwing them in a 8' tall center goal, or pushing them over a ramp into corner goals. &lt;br /&gt;All teams are given 6 weeks to think up and make a robot, and then have to ship it off to competition. &lt;br /&gt;We were reading the game rules for this year's game...&lt;br /&gt;a segment on what you can't use to power your robot...&lt;br /&gt;"you may not use batteries, solar panels, fuel cells, or...gerbils"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;nuts&lt;br /&gt;there goes my plan to get a gerbil, put it in a treadmill, and use THAT to fire the balls into the goal&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poor Moe!" "Oh woe is Moe... Whoa, Moe!!" - Curly and Larry ("Idiots Deluxe")&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113711003494520705?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113711003494520705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113711003494520705' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113711003494520705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113711003494520705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2006/01/gerbils-and-dogs.html' title='gerbils and dogs'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113569385192204307</id><published>2005-12-27T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:30:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been reading all the Lloyd Alexander books I can get my hands on lately, and couldn't help posting this funny quote from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Drakenburg Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of the story, the heroine, a girl with red hair about 20 years old, and her adopted father, both from Philadelphia, are travelling with a gypsy caravan. The caravan was crossing a ford, when a gypsy girl fell off the roof. The heroine, being the true heroine that she was, dove in and rescued the girl. The leader of the troop offered his gold chain and amulet to the heroine for rescuing the girl. The heroine, of course, did not wish to deprive the leader of his treasure. &lt;br /&gt;"You must accept it. It is a matter of honor. Besides, I have extras in the wagon."&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113569385192204307?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113569385192204307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113569385192204307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113569385192204307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113569385192204307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-reading-all-lloyd-alexander.html' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113564609916086604</id><published>2005-12-26T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:18:52.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The brave and adventurous explorers!</title><content type='html'>yes, that's us!&lt;br /&gt;the brave and adventurous explorers&lt;br /&gt;(to repeat the title again. It really is a work of art, don't you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it make you think of a bold leader pushing through miles of jungle, observing the animals, followed by his faithful...followers? &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was just Daniel, Stevie(how's that for a code name?...how's bout steph, or steve or...I know, BUGS BUNNY!:)and myself exploring the unknown reaches behind the beaver's dam at S. Lake. &lt;br /&gt;hum...whenever I say that name, beaver's dam, I can't help thinking of Narnia. &lt;br /&gt;Mommy's listening to the Narnia soundtrack right now in the kitchen, the 'Narnian Lullaby' I actually really like the Narnia soundtrack,...cepting the 4 tracks of pop-type singers at the end. &lt;br /&gt;bit of a bunny trail...&lt;br /&gt;but, hey, my Christmas present this year:&lt;br /&gt;"This certifies 5 bunny trails that can be taken by the bearer."&lt;br /&gt;ok, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel came over to spend the afternoon with us today. The boys, after watching a Three Stooges short, immediately went upstairs to the computer, to watch Flipper playing computer games. I, forseeing a wasted afternoon, took it upon myself to set the motion that the three of us should bike down to S. Lake, a few blocks from our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now, if any reading this do now know what S. Lake is, it is a lake a few blocks from our house. helpful, huh? :) actually, it is a lake practically surrounded by trees on every side, nicely removed from civilization. At least, on one side. On the other side we are prohibited from exploring, since it is the hangout for certain beer-drinking college students. There is a dirt trail going all the way around the lake,having two beginnings. One is off a paved road, and the other is off of our neighborhood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motion was seconded, so we biked down to the trail, and about a quarter of the way around the lake. We got to the beaver's dam, when I decided to show Daniel the dam, thinking we might explore a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And explore we did! We crossed the creek which the beavers had long since dammed up, and slashed through the meadow on the other side, going over two hills before we were in sight of the city's small airport. We turned around and followed the creek, stumbling over a very rusty old oven, and an even rustier mattress frame as we did so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the gently flowing creek,talking and laughing as we went, commenting on empty snake holes, the great blue heron we sighted, a stopped up place in the creek (which we UNstopped, so to speak :), and any other thing which happened to catch our attention. Eventually, we reached the outskirts of the swamp, and decided to turn back to our bikes. It took us a while to actually do the turning around... We sighted some cattails and had a great deal of fun with them. One hit to a cattail, and instantly a cloud of white seeds filled the air, especially catching in my hair and Bugs Bunny's :) black pants. It's astonishing how many seeds one small cattail can produce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugs Bunny was eager to be off, back to his computer games, so we returned to the bikes, mounted them, and rode off home. The rest of the afternoon was Bugs Bunny's ideal time...he played computer games while Daniel and I played Winkers, bounced around a tennis ball(yes, the computer is still in one piece :)and watched another Three Stooges episode. Which one did we watch? "Squareheads of the Round Table", of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three troubadors, who decided to do a dance for the king...in full armor. They needed music for their dancing, and Moe decided to get the radio&lt;br /&gt;"But it's in ancient times!" "Well, it's an ancient radio!"-Larry and Moe&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;o well, now it's time to write a paragraph about the Robotics club, of which I am a member, for our family's Christmas letter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113564609916086604?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113564609916086604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113564609916086604' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113564609916086604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113564609916086604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/brave-and-adventurous-explorers.html' title='The brave and adventurous explorers!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113564395592110619</id><published>2005-12-26T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T16:44:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp* another quiz!!!</title><content type='html'>Want to know what I've been doing with my break? &lt;br /&gt;mostly reading, actually...&lt;br /&gt;however, that includes doing quizzes, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;here's the result to one of the quizzes I took recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pink rose! A pink rose signifies appreciation. You are greatful for what you have been given and always go the extra mile to thank those people who have helped you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink---100%&lt;br /&gt;yellow-50%&lt;br /&gt;orange-50%&lt;br /&gt;white--33%&lt;br /&gt;black--0%&lt;br /&gt;red----0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=12987&amp;first=yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color rose are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what red is...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my favorite color is red. The only problem is, most quizzes think that means I'm violent or something. &lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Welllll,...to tell the truth, I CAN be violent when the chocolate is taken out...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113564395592110619?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113564395592110619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113564395592110619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113564395592110619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113564395592110619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/gasp-another-quiz.html' title='*gasp* another quiz!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113510050472217933</id><published>2005-12-20T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:13:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cousins, cousins, more cousins, and even more leaves!!</title><content type='html'>Actually, all cousins have left by now...&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;The house seems so HUGE and empty, with only the three of us, since Flipper is gone to pre-engineering school, Frodo is gone to a ball (yes, a BALL! with her college friends) and Father/Daddy/Dad/Pappa/whatever you want to call him :) is in his office, probably either grading papers or doing something on the computer...He may also be working on his book. Who knows what math professors do in their offices in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with having an older sister who blogs is just that...that she blogs. Most of the time, she posts first, saying all the things I WANTED TO SAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you already know pretty much what we've been doing the last four days.&lt;br /&gt;However, I shall give you a brief run-over&lt;br /&gt;Day one:the cousins arrive, very early, BEFORE THE COOKIES ARE MADE!!! Us girls spend the afternoon running around upstairs, playing with various spying equipment, and otherwise having a blast, while the grownups are having a rather boring time talking downstairs. Boy, I'm glad I am not excluded yet from the fun circles of 5-12 year olds. even though I'm 14...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though you might think it is, day one is not done yet. I leave for my basketball game at 5:00 or so, leaving the cousins just sitting down to chili and grapefruit. Right before it starts, some of the cousins (Lillian, Anna Lee, and Andrew) come trooping in along with Uncle Kirk, Grammie, and the rest of my family. In the middle of the game, Mother and Stephen leave for his basketball game. We win the game, as it is a not wonderful team...very unwonderful. We played our varsity players for the majority of the game, with our starters only going in all together at once for a few minutes in the last quarter. The coach for the other team instantly came over to our coach and, obviously trying to keep from yelling, demanded why he had put his starters in and when he would take them out. Coach explained that we had a game against a tough team which was actually yesterday, and he wanted his starters to get some playing time together. A short discussion ensued, but was eventually peacefully ended. Can you guess what my dinner for that night was? chips + cheese that became a little soggy...and a chocolate bar for dessert. Not exactly the chili and grapefruit, but, hey, what do you expect from consession stands.&lt;br /&gt;ok, now on to Day 2: We spent the morning in the leaves, making a huge leaf pile, burying eachother in it, etc. At least, the younger girls did. Who knows what the boys did, probably something unhealthy like computer games...For lunch all sixteen of us, including my father's parents, trooped out to Grammie's place for lunch. (see &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.silver-swan.blogspot.com"&gt;Frodo's blog)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I took most of the cousins and myself out to the lake to play around. There was ice, and that resulted in several rocks, sticks and other pieces of ice being thrown onto the ice. (did you know that when you throw a big enough rock into a large piece of about 1/2 inch thick ice, the ice will ripple? Andrew discovered this interesting fact...:) It also resulted in one soaked shoe and several muddy pants for all of us...I led Lillian and Anna Lee on a long exploring expedition into the wilds beyond the lake, places where even I had never been. We discovered about the usual, several small deer paths, long grass with thorns, a few good places for forts, and eventually got back just in time for a soccer game. We spent Friday night at the Stillwater Community Band's Christmas performance...pretty good. They mostly played traditional Christmas carrols, and, of course, had the Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus there...&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Evelyn, Lillian, Anna Lee, and I went to Sanbourne lake, and explored it pretty thoroughly, while Stephen and some others went to his basketball game. Saturday afternoon was spent watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty good...though it kind of felt like something was missing, it wasn't all there or something...I'm not sure. I think I'll always prefer the books. At least they don't usually give me headaches...Saturday night was spent at the CY movie game night. As the Y's house is just down the streat Andrew, Peter, Stephen, Evelyn, and I all ran down there, while Ross and Flipper drove leisurely two blocks down the street. The first game we played was called balderdash...pretty fun except the fact that the Y's didn't have a good dictionary. Therefore, I volunteered to race back in the rain to grab the 2nd part of our huge dictionary. It was rather chilly as I bounded through the leaves and out into the drizzle, my breath trailing behind. The lights of our house shone through the darkness, giving a clear view. I raced to the front door, banged on it until Daddy let me in, said hello to Anna Lee, Grammie, Mommy, and Aunt Lisa, then raced out the door clutching the huge 2nd volume of our dictionary. I arrived back at the Y's house just as Peter was reading the silly definitions for 'fortuitous' they had thought up. Andrew was next up and chose 'telodynamic' from our dictionary. I decided to go for the silly definition instead of the practical. Here it is, as I remember it:&lt;br /&gt;1. a telophone in 5 dimensions&lt;br /&gt;2. a very interesting or otherwise dynamic conversation on the telophone with a telemarketer.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;that one got a few laughs...&lt;br /&gt;We played some more games, including Sardines and Taboo, then raced back home. Yes, raced. This time, Ross decided to 'walk' back. I started out the door, then started jogging back. Suddenly, I heard pattering footsteps behind me. Deciding to stretch my legs, I started giving it full tilt. To my dismay, instead of Andrew racing by, it was Ross...&lt;br /&gt;well, the ROTC certainly does physically strengthen the students.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ross beat me.&lt;br /&gt;not by too much, tho...I actually started gaining on him, and almost passed, before we came to the hill, and those back-and-forth- stretches started telling. Soon Andrew whizzed by as well, and we clumped into the house, trying not to yell or laugh too loudly. I walked upstairs, greeted by the sounds of heavy breathing...Mary and Lillian were already asleep. I joined them not to late after.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:Sunday, a day of rest and worshipping God&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Aunt Lisa woke us up at 7:00 a.m. Actually, she woke Mary up. Lillian and I had already been up talking for a few minutes. They left about 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and the joyous news...&lt;br /&gt;WE WON OUR GAME MONDAY NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;yippee!&lt;br /&gt;It was against that really good team I told you about...the one we lost to by 4 points in the tournament...it also happens that they were the state champions last year.&lt;br /&gt;We won by two points, scored by Bailey when, in the last few seconds, she went up for a shot, got fouled, and made BOTH freethrows.&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;I definitely wouldn't have been able to make them under all that pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope that LONG post will satisfy you.&lt;br /&gt;I now have some small household tasks to perform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, take it easy, son ... I just want to ask you a question. Which would you rather have, a shoe full of dollar bills, or two socks of fives?" - Moe ("Hot Scots")&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has, feel free to say so!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113510050472217933?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113510050472217933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113510050472217933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113510050472217933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113510050472217933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/cousins-cousins-more-cousins-and-even.html' title='cousins, cousins, more cousins, and even more leaves!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113466669344768619</id><published>2005-12-15T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:11:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, the dumbest picture of all times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, here's your picture Shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen this one?&lt;br /&gt;We have it.&lt;br /&gt;It's REALLY funny.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a press only golf tournament. Since those three were not in the press, they went into the restroom, and, taking off the buttoms of the tap, again tried going through.&lt;br /&gt;Moe: "press"&lt;br /&gt;Larry: "press"&lt;br /&gt;Curley: "pull"&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113466669344768619?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113466669344768619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113466669344768619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113466669344768619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113466669344768619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/ha-dumbest-picture-of-all-times.html' title='Ha, the dumbest picture of all times!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113466023557289573</id><published>2005-12-15T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:02:17.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Stories!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you guess what we did last night?&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE STUDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;And can you guess who was there?&lt;br /&gt;well, pretty much everyone who goes to our Bible Study excepting the C's.&lt;br /&gt;Since Abigail, Will, and Mary were not in the Bible Study, who else but myself was chosen to have to 'watch' them while the others sat in on the study?&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the TV was dutifully carried upstairs, along with our collection of movies which are appropriate for a 5-year-old to watch. Since this ruled out LOTR, it was narrowed down to...the grand total of 3 movies. Chicken Run, Wallace and Gromit, and...the true classic, our one and only Veggie Tales.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Will, Abigail, and I sat down together to play a weird but very fun card-type game, while Mary kept nagging us to play Chicken Run. Finally, Will put the movie in for her, and she watched it, with teh volume turned way down. However, the only problem...Abigail and Will kept turning around to watch it. As I've seen that movie WAY too many times, I wasn't tempted to do the same. Eventually, Abigail left the game, and Mary decided she could be grown up enough to play in Abigail's part. After insisting for a WHILE, I finally gave a try at teaching Mary...didn't really work. While she insisted she didn't want to watch the movie, and was really wanting to play, she kept turning around to watch it. When Will and I started the game, Mary started as well....however, it was a very DIFFERENT version of the game...She insisted in categorizing all the cards by their color.&lt;br /&gt;very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;She soon got bored with this, and asked to color.&lt;br /&gt;Now here's where the title comes into play...&lt;br /&gt;the only real scratch paper suitable for coloring that we have upstairs is that paper intended for writing stories...you know, the lines on the top of the paper,and the blank spot on the bottom for any moving illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;Mary insisted I write her a story...&lt;br /&gt;here's the first one I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;She liked it, I must say...&lt;br /&gt;WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS A VERY TRAGIC TRAGEDY. IT MAY BE SO TRAGIC, IT IS NOT INTENDED TO BE READ BY CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF ONE YEAR OLD. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there was a really dumb person. This dumb person was SO dumb that he didn't even know what 2+2 is! Now THAT'S dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*here the first page ends, and there is a moving illustration of a teacher(stick figure, of course:) with a stick in her hand, pointing to a rectangle with 2+2= on it. Next to this, or should I say in front of it, is another stick figure, saying the deeply moving words..."duuuuhhhh....."*&lt;br /&gt;Next page...&lt;br /&gt;One day the dumb person, whose name was Dumbo, decided to go on a walk. He was walking peacefully through the woods, when...he stepped...&lt;br /&gt;*here the second page ends, and there is yet another of my moving illustrations of a stick figure walking in front of a tree, with a rope at his feet*&lt;br /&gt;Next Page...&lt;br /&gt;into a tiger trap, which killed him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;*here ends the third and last page, with a sad picture of a stick figure hanging from a tree.*&lt;br /&gt;Ah...what a moving story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary liked it so much, she told me to make a story about a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I willingly obliged, and here is the result...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a girl who looked at a rainbow. She liked it so much she accidentally and without knowing it held her breath for an entire minute, and was suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;ah, what a tragic tragedy of a story.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;o, and, the moving illustration...&lt;br /&gt;Mary told me to draw a rainbow. Therefore, in the illustration space, there is a rainbow, following the pattern&lt;br /&gt;Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.&lt;br /&gt;however...our limited crayon supply could not give me an indigo. Imagine, therefore, a light blue in the 'Blue' spot, and a dark blue in the 'Indigo' spot.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the rainbow, (at least, I think she's looking at it:) is...another stick figure. This time, it is Mary's artwork. It has a purple head, and a green body.&lt;br /&gt;She may one day turn into an artist almost as good as her brother!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you want to hear, or, I suppose it WOULD be read, my true 'classic' story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a fair damsel, named Annabelle, captured by an ugly dragon. A brave and heroic knight, whose brave and heroic name was Ned, heard of the fair damsel's plight and promised to rescue her...AFTER he finished his chocolate chip cookie.&lt;br /&gt;As it was a BIG cookie, Ned arrived at the lair of the evil dragon about 5 years later. Of course, he was well stocked with chocolate to lure the dragon out of his cave. However, Ned could not resist temptation, and, before he reached the dragon's cave, he had eaten all of the chocolate. He decided to use black stones instead, with the word 'chocolate' on the stones. He painted each and every black stone with loving care, hardly able to wait to rescue Annabelle. Finally, he was done.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me where he got the paint. All true knights have pockets, in which they carry odds and ends. Just ask your brother. If he has pockets that carry all sorts of odds and ends, he may turn into a knight someday!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...he placed the rocks carefully, leading them away from the dragon's cave. The dragon saw the first rock, and, being a true dragon, greedily swallowed it in a gulp. However, it was poisonous paint, and the poor dragon died in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Ned, who had been watching from the bushes, walked, or, shall we say, trembled, out to make sure the dragon was really dead. He stepped into the deep pit which the dragon had dug to protect himself from any enemies. He tried to stand up, but...fell back with a groan. He had stepped in the mouse trap the dragon kept at the bottom of his pits. Now Ned was really in a bad state of things. He started yelling for help, but, as the dragon had sound-proofed the pit's walls, no one could hear him.&lt;br /&gt;Now we go to Annabelle who had heard...nothing at all whatsoever. As this was unusual for the dragon, who was always boasting of killing and eating her (and I do mean ALWAYS), she decided to take a look around. She pushed on the door of her prison, which was unlocked, of course. (Dragons are not good with keys) Annabelle wandered out into the cave, and saw the dead dragon. She did a little dance around the cave, leaping and singing.&lt;br /&gt;Ned, hearing her singing, instantly fell asleep. (she was singing a lullabye, the only song she ever knew) Annabelle packed her belongings, consisting of an alarm clock, a makeup kit, an OSU sweater, her credit cards, and an extra pair of shoes, and left the cave. However, she, too, fell headlong into the pit, right onto Ned. After profuse apologies, the two realized they were madly in love with eachother, and became engaged. Ned searched his pockets for any kind of ring, and conveniently found his mother's old hairpin. Being a creative guy, Ned bent his mother's old hairpin into a ring, and fastened it with his rubberband. He gave this lovely ring to Annabelle, who proudly wore it on her thumb, as itt was too big to fit anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the two decided to leave the pit. Annabelle unravelled her sweater, threw the yarn over one of the chocolate rocks, and prepared to climb up.&lt;br /&gt;  "Wait," Ned said, "I'm trapped in this mouse trap! I can't get away because it's chained to the walls!"&lt;br /&gt;"O, that's no problemo, kiddo," said Annabelle, and, pulling the key of the alarm clock out of her bundle (yes, they did wind up alarm clocks with keys back then) unlocked the mouse trap. It was a generic key, you see.&lt;br /&gt;  They escaped together, and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;                                                     THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone guess where I got the names?&lt;br /&gt;The Aggie yearbook!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Ned and Annabelle didn't really look like the 'brave knight' and 'fair damsel' types.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I ain't gonna lose my leg, am I Doc?  I've had it ever since I was a little kid!" - Shemp ("Out West")&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have that one. Shemp has a blotted vein or something like that, and his doctor tells him to go out west to cure it. In the West, they are at a bar, talking about Shemp's huge vein. Naturally, there's a bad guy behind them, who thinks they're talking about a gold mine. This bad guy asks Shemp about the vein. Shemp pulls out the sketch of the leg+vein the doctor had drawn. The bad guy thinks it's the map to the gold vein...&lt;br /&gt;well, use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113466023557289573?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113466023557289573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113466023557289573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113466023557289573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113466023557289573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-stories.html' title='Crazy Stories!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113449680088374751</id><published>2005-12-14T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:55:08.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/96.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/68.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113449680088374751?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113449680088374751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113449680088374751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113449680088374751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113449680088374751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113457862955790651</id><published>2005-12-14T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:53:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever tried to practice music with an out-of-tune instrument?!!!!!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't exactly call it practicing, since it sounds so weird. At least, it's definitely not practicing MUSIC. I would call it practicing to become really bad. :) Actually, I'm allready really bad on the violin, so it doesn't really matter...&lt;br /&gt;problem is, our piano's out of tune as well!!! So, trying to tune a way-out-of-tune violin to a partially-out-of-tune piano is kinda difficult sometime. You should try it!!! :) it's...interesting. I think both myself and my mother will have blisters on our fingers from trying to get those tuning pegs to stay where they're supposed to, instead of popping out every so often. ugh. do you know how awful it sounds when a violin decides to lose it's tune? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;You see, it started like this.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got out my violin, like the 'faithful' :) student that I am, to practice. Well, the 'A' string decided to be...what's the word...unnice :) :-P So, of course, I tried to tune it. tried humming the 'c' scale in my head, and tune my 'A' string to what I 'thought' was an a. However, after taking it downstairs to make sure, it turned out that I had been humming the 'D' scale. So, what did my 'A' string sound like? my 'G' string, except one octave higher. I started retuning it...and...guess what?&lt;br /&gt;my 'G' string went "sproing" (imagine the tone, going from low 'G' to...low and I mean VERY low something like b flat...ugh.). I gave up on the 'A' string, as I was rather satisfied with it, and turned to the 'G' string. I got it to where I wanted, and let go of the tuning peg...ugh. there it went again. And...what do you know, there went all three of the others with them!&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;Mother was in the kitchen making snickerdoodles for Friday, and hearing my distressed wail, came into the living room where I was vainly trying to tune the strings. She sat down and successfully, kinda tune them. Kinda. She left to take the cookies out of the oven...and I sat down to fine-tune the strings. (they were still a little off.) As I was tuning, to my dismay, there they all went again!!!. Well, only the G string went all the way down, the others just went down enough to really hurt. Back came Mother, and tuned them, pressing as hard as possible to make them stick. I figured that if I tried fine-tuning them once more, they would all probably "sproing" again. So...I practiced a little flat on one string, a little sharp on another, etc...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;the sound was not very pleasing. I tried ignoring the sound and putting my fingers where they were supposed to go...but finally gave up. Fortunately, I had already practiced half of my 30 minutes...I guess that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; be 15 minutes...:) and only had my favorites to go. still, the 'Negro Spiritual Song" which is actually a take on the New World Symphony, was VERY off. It's supposed to have all flats. Well, some strings were, as I said, flat, and some were sharp. VERY interesting. ugh&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;um...&lt;br /&gt;never try to practice in cold weather unless you have a violin teacher nearby!!!&lt;br /&gt;good thing I have lessons today, or all week would be like this!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some cheer after that dismal post...&lt;br /&gt;"There was an ugly-lookin' thing starin' right at me. It was horrible! Whaddya know? It was YOU! " - Shemp ("Who Done It?")&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;that one was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;yes, Shemp can have some good lines. However, we all think Curley is much better. While there are many Curley, Moe, and Larry shorts that we consider true Curley Three Stooge 'classics', there is only one Shemp, Moe, and Larry short that we consider a true Shemp Three Stooge classic. It's name? "Squareheads of the round table"&lt;br /&gt;I HIGHLY reccommend it, tho not so much as I would a certain Curley short. We do not, however, own "Squareheads of the round table". We saw it on the Three Stooge website. here is the link to see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threestooges.net/index.php"&gt;http://www.threestooges.net/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will take you to the home page...&lt;br /&gt;click on 'Multimedia Gallery' go to 'Video files' go to 'Full episodes'&lt;br /&gt;this will take you to a page full of Three Stooge shorts. go to page 4, and scroll down until you see 'Squareheads of the Round Table'&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113457862955790651?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113457862955790651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113457862955790651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113457862955790651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113457862955790651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/ever-tried-to-practice-music-with-out.html' title='Ever tried to practice music with an out-of-tune instrument?!!!!!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113448835607251769</id><published>2005-12-13T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:55:49.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dumb picture!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.threestooges.net/cpg/albums/mlc/50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;very dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering the season, I decided to post this picture...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113448835607251769?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113448835607251769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113448835607251769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113448835607251769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113448835607251769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/dumb-picture.html' title='A dumb picture!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113448575952633009</id><published>2005-12-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T06:56:09.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy is too cowardly!!!! (to? two? too? :)or tutu?;)</title><content type='html'>Yes, Mandy is cowardly.&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;just because she can jump on rubber bands faster than I am,...doesn't mean she's now cowardly!!! (really, Stephen, and we're supposed to be doing Critical Thinking!:)&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while we were having breakfast, Mandy pounced on...a huge elephant!!! She wrassled the bull elephant to the ground, hissing and snarling the entire time!!!....&lt;br /&gt;um...ya&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she jumped on the extension cord for our Christmas swag. wow. HUGE game.&lt;br /&gt;She saw us watching her, stopped playing with it, and dashed away. Later, I picked her up and put her on her favorite chair...she jumped off and dashed between the legs of the table, and...under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Does she seem cowardly yet?&lt;br /&gt;just now she hopped up onto the windowsill of the study, with a scared look on her face, her tail a bit bushed, and meowing like crazy. Of course, she has been let in. No doubt she will snag another deadly green rubberband and kill it.&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;I think I have just proved that she IS cowardly.&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;O, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;At the slightest hint of a rain shower, or any bad weather at all,...it's either under the bed, or onto the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Stephen, Sandy does not scratch unless she is provoked.&lt;br /&gt;so there&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;O, and, the game...?&lt;br /&gt;48-28&lt;br /&gt;not too bad&lt;br /&gt;We played in their huge, newest gym...&lt;br /&gt;I think we were intimidated from the moment we walked in. Of course, the size of the girls didn't help us...most of them were twice the size of myself and one other girl on the team....as a consequence, we didn't get to play. Coach was scared that we might be smushed. I can understand that very well...&lt;br /&gt;"The Stooges have landed and have the situation well in hand!" - Moe ("Out West")&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't seen that one.&lt;br /&gt;However, the idea that the Stooges have any situation well in hand is funny...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113448575952633009?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113448575952633009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113448575952633009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113448575952633009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113448575952633009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/mandy-is-too-cowardly-to-two-too-or.html' title='Mandy is too cowardly!!!! (to? two? too? :)or tutu?;)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113440265028547418</id><published>2005-12-12T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:50:50.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;or should I copy and paste it in here about 20 times?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Back I'm Back I'm Back I'm Back&lt;br /&gt;does that help?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;we're scrimaging against the Stillwater highschool girl's team today...&lt;br /&gt;They're a realllly wonderful team.&lt;br /&gt;um...I think they've won like the championship for public school highschools or something...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our little homeschool team is playing them...&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that all of us normally-bench-sitting players will...get to play lots.&lt;br /&gt;yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not like,...150-20&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;that WOULD be a bit embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;ok, I posted.&lt;br /&gt;no one can say I didn't&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;"What's that for?  I didn't do nuthin'!"  "That's in case ya do and I'm not around!" - Larry and Moe ("Hoi Polloi")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...&lt;br /&gt;yes, I've seen that one.&lt;br /&gt;we own it&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;a guy tells another guy (both 'gentlemen':) that he can take three 'ungentlemen' :) and turn them into gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;of course, the Three Stooges walk in to...clean the room or something.&lt;br /&gt;you can guess what happens.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;and, at the end,(when they are supposedly 'gentlemen':) they get taken to a 'gentlemen and ladies' party.&lt;br /&gt;Moe is trying very hard to keep them all gentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt; Can you guess why?&lt;br /&gt;because, obviously :), they were offered a LOT of money if they could be gentlemen. That's the only way they would try...&lt;br /&gt;What happens at the party...?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;FOOD FIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113440265028547418?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113440265028547418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113440265028547418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113440265028547418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113440265028547418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113304831028742936</id><published>2005-11-26T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:51:41.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>even more!!!</title><content type='html'>yes, another wonderful quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/M/MadScientists/1120703440_llaGromit2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Gromit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wallace and Gromit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;0 other people got this result!&lt;br /&gt;This quiz has been taken 8 times.&lt;br /&gt;0% of people had this result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wow, I must be unique&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;unless you consider the fact that only 9 people(now:) have taken it, including Pervinca, Sam(very wise:) and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another quiz by the same *ahem* poisanage :) (it depends on how you say it:) gave me teh results of...&lt;br /&gt;I am Anduril&lt;br /&gt;now you know&lt;br /&gt;yes, the quiz was titled, 'what LOTR 'thing' are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113304831028742936?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113304831028742936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113304831028742936' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113304831028742936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113304831028742936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/even-more.html' title='even more!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113303811161775416</id><published>2005-11-26T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:48:31.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/N/nekokittychi/1075171634_izzesLight.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your element is Light: Innocent, beautiful, kind-hearted and pure. You are so sweet your almost angelic! You find joy in others happiness and cannot stand to see anyone in pain. You want to make everyone around you feel good about themselves and if someone is upset you can tend to become rather upset as well which means you are sympathetic and raise others above yourself. Being as kind and good-natured as you are people have most likely hurt you in the past but you pick yourself up every time. You may look fragile but you are stronger then most tend to see. Life is beautiful no matter how you look at it and you understand that people make mistakes. Not everyone is perfect. You try to see the good in the bad which is a talent few posses. Dont ever let anyone change you. You truly have a beautiful soul inside and a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fun loving, childish, innocent and pure.&lt;br /&gt; You are a sprite of the Air: Fun loving and childish your naive nature only enhances how truly cute you are! You may come off as too childish but only because your not burdened with all the rules and regulations of adulthood. You are carefree most of the time spending your days playing tag or naming all the clouds you see in the sky. You are generally kind to everyone because you have lots of love and happiness to share! Making friends comes easy because they strive for the innocence you possess but be careful, being as nice and kind hearted as you are people will try to manipulate your nature if they have not already. Don't ever let anyone mold you to their standards although I doubt anyone could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are the shy Friend! You like to be around people but, sometimes find it hard because you are shy. Everyone knows your a sweet and level headed person and wants to be around you because you give a sweet vibe. Friends are not your top priority though, you like to walk your pets or go on a walk or update your site to occupy yourself and don't need to socialize to make your life complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know, more quizzes, but...hey, I just finished my really good book.&lt;br /&gt;Most of you probably know that feeling. The boys are gone watching football, and Daddy's at work(on a Saturday?yes, on a Saturday *sniff*)Frodo's reading in the chair I just finished using, and Mother is making bread.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am...&lt;br /&gt;writing another perfectly useless blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll go...&lt;br /&gt;start another book&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113303811161775416?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113303811161775416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113303811161775416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113303811161775416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113303811161775416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-element-is-light-innocent.html' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113301808615576247</id><published>2005-11-26T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:40:49.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um...help! how am I supposed to think of all the brilliant titles?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/V/vampire-princess1700/1125522786_rLoveFairy.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Your a &lt;u&gt;Fairy&lt;/u&gt;, you can be small or big. Your magic is like no other. No one really knows what you can do. You live with your kind. You intend to hide from the real world but your own. But Trees is where you love to live. Other places indeed if you like. But mostly a quite shy kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, ANOTHER quiz.&lt;br /&gt;so THIS is what I do in my spare time. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyone planning on watching the OSU-OU bedlam game today? Flipper and Sam(not wise:)are meeting to watch it, but, other than that...&lt;br /&gt;Both teams are not very good(not very good!!!???More like awful!:)this year, so it should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Frodo had her 19th birthday party yesterday. I made and decorated the cake&lt;br /&gt;(bwahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;she didn't think it was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone else thought it was funny&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was me, I admit it&lt;br /&gt;I switched the nine and the one&lt;br /&gt;hey, she's growing up, needs to see reality...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really depends on which way you look at it, from the back...or front :)&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone guess what silliness I put on my nice light blue shirt?&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yup, you guessed it...&lt;br /&gt;barney the happy dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;No, really...&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the programs the machine COULD do...&lt;br /&gt;there were also two geese we were about to get C to put on Marigold's empty shirt(they weren't there yet:), but...*sniff* Marigold and Sam(wise:) arrived before we could do it.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to put two hedgehogs on Sam(wise:)'s shirt...but...I have no idea what she actually put on it, so...&lt;br /&gt;ask her&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave for BB practice before the party ended&lt;br /&gt;Only 6 of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love practices with just a small number, because we don't have to run so much&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;as it was, coach set the timer for us to run every 10 minutes or so...&lt;br /&gt;three laps...&lt;br /&gt;and yet he still complains we're not in shape enough...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Tho, he hasn't asked little old ME to go on a diet yet...:)&lt;br /&gt;ha, that would be kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm underweight as it is...&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it's not as bad as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Mumsy used to make me drink TWO, not just one, but TWO, cans of that *bleh* chocolate milk fattening stuff...&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;happily, I was able to terminate that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;(Did you know cats really like it?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This bed goes back to Henry the 8th." "That's nuthin'. We had a bed that went back to Sears Roebuck the 3rd." - James C. Morton and Curly ("Healthy, Wealthy and Dumb")&lt;br /&gt;yes, that one's rather funny...&lt;br /&gt;we own it&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Curly makes up a slogan for some glue, and wins the $5000 prize. Of course, it is all cut down to $5 after taxes, etc&lt;br /&gt;problem is, they'd already bought their tuxedos, moved into a fancy hotel, broken a $500 vase, and...smashed the bed&lt;br /&gt;How did they do this feat?&lt;br /&gt;Curly thought it was a bunk bed.&lt;br /&gt;that pretty much speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113301808615576247?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113301808615576247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113301808615576247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113301808615576247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113301808615576247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/umhelp-how-am-i-supposed-to-think-of.html' title='um...help! how am I supposed to think of all the brilliant titles?!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113288022815340097</id><published>2005-11-24T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:01:04.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, even more quizzes!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I already made a LONG post, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know when you'll get bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between leftovers and Three Stooges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trying HARD to put off the dreaded digging in hand to get dreaded lead out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyTigerEyes/quizzes/Your%20eyes%20are%20the%20windows%20to%20your%20soul.%20What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LA/LAD/LadyTigerEyes/1129934580_uizroseyes.jpg" border="0" alt="roseyes" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROSE EYES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Rose&lt;br /&gt;Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positive Traits:&lt;/b&gt; Compassion,&lt;br /&gt;Patience, Understanding, Innocence,&lt;br /&gt;Generosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative Traits:&lt;/b&gt; Naive,&lt;br /&gt;Overly Optimistic, Ignorant, Passive, Easily&lt;br /&gt;Taken Advantage Of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LadyTigerEyes/quizzes/Your%20eyes%20are%20the%20windows%20to%20your%20soul.%20What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; Your eyes are the windows to your soul. What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113288022815340097?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113288022815340097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113288022815340097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113288022815340097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113288022815340097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/yes-even-more-quizzes.html' title='yes, even more quizzes!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113287650705666764</id><published>2005-11-24T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:17:41.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screams of Pain!!! :)</title><content type='html'>no, not QUITE screams...&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally got a piece of pencil lead stuck in my hand, a little over a year ago, and...IT HASN'T COME OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what Daddy and I did this morning&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get that unnice piece of lead out of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what,...&lt;br /&gt;it STILL hasn't come out!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRGGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to heal up, meaning...&lt;br /&gt;it will hurt even worse when we try again tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;the doom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, I do have one thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have tons and millions, so many that I would fill up more blogspots than you can even imagine...&lt;br /&gt;but a big thanksgiving on my mind right now...&lt;br /&gt;that this piece of lead did not give me lead poisoning&lt;br /&gt;I did not even realize my danger.&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;however, God kept His hand of protection on me, and... I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;O well, anything else to post?&lt;br /&gt;yes, we had a wondieful Thanksgiving meal,...with...chicken instead of turkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;*shocks*&lt;br /&gt;*horrors*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;actually, I must confess, I rather prefer chicken to turkey.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the truth comes out.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, can you guess what our family and our grandparents(on my father's side) did?&lt;br /&gt;depending on your answer, it's either right or wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;(wait,...did I use that in another post?:)&lt;br /&gt;well, it's still true :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hey, if someone asks you the answer to the question "What's two plus two?" your answer must be either right or wrong. If it's 'maybe', then it's not an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back from the bunny trail...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we spent the afternoon playing a Miles Bornes tournament.&lt;br /&gt;What is Miles Bornes, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;a game.&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;a french game...&lt;br /&gt;in which the goal of the game is to get the most amount of mileage, and the players can give accidents and out of gases, and flat tires, and red lights, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, there are what we call 'safeties'. However, there is only one safety of each kind...&lt;br /&gt;these cards can keep the keeper :) from being hit by whichever awful thing the safety prevents.&lt;br /&gt;For example, a fire truck card gives you an automatic green light, and keeps a red light or a speed limit from being played on the keeper.&lt;br /&gt;There are four, a fire truck, an extra tank, a puncture proof tire, and a driver's ace.&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the next-to-last game(we played four, all of us in teams. Grandpa was my teammate, Flipper and Grandmother were on a team, and Daddy and S were on a team. Frodo sat and played on her laptop and watched us :) I got an interesting hand. No mileage cards (there is a 25 miles card, a 50, a 75, a 100, and a few 200s. To win, the team must reach 700 miles. Exactly. No more, no less. Then they can choose to go on to 1000, but...we're getting a little ahead:), only a safety (it happened to be the puncture proof one:), and all the rest red lights, accidents, out of gases, and flat tires. So...I spent most of the game keeping all the others with almost no miles, most of the time with some sort of something bad on them. In this time, I drew the driver's ace. Also in this time, Grandpa had laid down, for our team, the firetruck. Finally, there were only a few cards left, and I had drawn quite a bit of mileage, had two safeties in my hand, and we were stuck with an out of gas. . So, doing the smart thing of laying down all my safeties before the game ended, when it was my turn I drew and laid down one of my safeties: the anti-flat tire one. Since it was the rule, I drew and...what did I draw? the last safety, the extra tank. So, of course, I played that one, drew, and played my last safety, threw away the out-of-gas that had been making it impossible for us to make any mileage, and played a 200. Since all cards were gone, and no one else but us could play, we won, using the mileage cards in our hand, and got lots of bonuses. However, in the next game, Daddy and S won total by...50 points.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;o well.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;anything else?&lt;br /&gt;um...&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, can you guess what we spent the rest of the afternoon doing?&lt;br /&gt;watching the Three Stooges&lt;br /&gt;And, up until now, I've been trying to put a picture at the top, you know, where hte quote and the title of hte blog appears, and...have completely failed. Anyone have some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;the quote for today...&lt;br /&gt;"Remember folks, Gritto spelled sideways is ottri-guh-guh." - Moe ("Micro-phonies")&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;yes, I remember that one, but it is beyond words...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;time to go eat leftovers...&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113287650705666764?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113287650705666764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113287650705666764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113287650705666764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113287650705666764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/screams-of-pain.html' title='Screams of Pain!!! :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113278273550503913</id><published>2005-11-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:52:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/L/LA/LAD/LadySerity/1132691794_zlongsword.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are master of the Long Sword! You are probably a great and noble warrior! It takes a lot of strength to wield a Long Sword and you have just that! The Long Sword itself is a beautiful specimen, long and slender, silvery and deadly and you love everything about it! You live and die for your sword and country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/PO/POO/pooptypantsss/1132761721_cturesdove.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dove! you hate fighting and try to stop it when you see it. you are a symbol of peace and joy. you are considered almost holy in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and I also found out that...&lt;br /&gt;I'm rainwater,&lt;br /&gt;that I belong in water ???&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a squirrel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, It's kinda funny...a sword above a dove, a symbol of peace.&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is what I'm doing with my break...&lt;br /&gt;no, not finger break...&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Three stooges quote I have conveniently forgotten to post&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, Moe, what mo' can a fellow say?  That's all there is, there ain't no mo'!" - Shemp Howard ("Corny Casanovas")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Haven't seen it...&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;we're almost done with the Three Stooges boxed set...&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;o well,...&lt;br /&gt;maybe that means we'll...&lt;br /&gt;get another?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;have an interesting Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113278273550503913?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113278273550503913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113278273550503913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113278273550503913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113278273550503913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-before-thanksgiving.html' title='The day before Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113271485753598690</id><published>2005-11-22T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:57:31.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>title? no title, i don't believe in titles!!!!! :)</title><content type='html'>har har&lt;br /&gt;anyone having fun yet?&lt;br /&gt;wellll, kinda&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;actually...&lt;br /&gt;WE GET OFF THE ENTIRE WEEK FOR THANKSGIVING BREAK!!!!! IT'S OUR almost ONE AND ONLY BREAK!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;our other one?&lt;br /&gt;weekends&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;har har&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I'M HOME ALONE AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;the explanation:&lt;br /&gt;more simple (or simpler?:) than before,&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Father are gone to a Schef meeting, Frodo and S. have gone to a concert, and Flipper, yes, you may have guessed it:), went to the 'open gym' for basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone to the concert, but...well the explanation is simple really.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;does that explain to all of you?&lt;br /&gt;ok, two words...&lt;br /&gt;Basketball practice&lt;br /&gt;does that help?&lt;br /&gt;well, you might be thinking, it probably only goes to some civilized hour like 5, so she should have been back...&lt;br /&gt;the answer:&lt;br /&gt;no, it goes to 6:30&lt;br /&gt;well, now, if it was over at 6:30, and the concert was at about...let me guess 7:30, then...why was it a problem?&lt;br /&gt;The answer once again:&lt;br /&gt;I had to bike back...in the cold...and wind...an entire mile...after running more than a mile in practice. More than a mile? Did I say that? o no, more than a million miles would be more like it...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;so there is my 'simple' explanation&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's this morning. How am I supposed to do the time...?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love saving as drafts?&lt;br /&gt;if you said yes, than,...me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you said no...&lt;br /&gt;*shocking*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's the morning after the above paragraphs. No, not the above above paragraphs, the ones above that :)&lt;br /&gt;The ones allegedly saying that I was home alone.&lt;br /&gt;That is no longer true.&lt;br /&gt;It was then, but is no longer now.&lt;br /&gt;Flipper's still sound asleep (it's almost 8:50!)&lt;br /&gt;*shocking* the latest I've ever slept in is...um...I think it was 8:30...&lt;br /&gt;P.M., of course&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;ok, so actually 8:30 am&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong, please correct me.&lt;br /&gt;nicely...&lt;br /&gt;purty pleeze&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;o, and another quiz I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the element of Earth. You are sweet and kind. Yet somehow timid and shy. You hide from mortals, afraid they will think bad of you. You are beautiful no matter what, and you just love it when it rains. When the ground becomes wet, you are the happiest person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FallenAngel9295/quizzes/What%20Element%20are%20you%3F%20%28Anime%20Pics%20are%20included.%20Mostly%20for%20Girls.%29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FallenAngel9295/quizzes/What%20Element%20are%20you%3F%20%28Anime%20Pics%20are%20included.%20Mostly%20for%20Girls.%29/"&gt; What Element are you? (Anime Pics are included. Mostly for Girls.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113271485753598690?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113271485753598690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113271485753598690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113271485753598690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113271485753598690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/title-no-title-i-dont-believe-in.html' title='title? no title, i don&apos;t believe in titles!!!!! :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113227222943927770</id><published>2005-11-17T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:58:44.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooops!!! sorry!!! stupid computer!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the below post. The computer doesn't like the results or the links or...anything. And I couldn't find any way to change it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="windowbg2" width="100%"&gt;"Well being as there's no other place around the place, I reckon this must be the place, I reckon." - Curly ("Uncivil Warriors")&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113227222943927770?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113227222943927770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113227222943927770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113227222943927770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113227222943927770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/oooops-sorry-stupid-computer.html' title='oooops!!! sorry!!! stupid computer!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113227209968781605</id><published>2005-11-17T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:01:39.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ancient Quizzes!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been digging in people's ancient archives again.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I dug up ANOTHER quiz. Actually, two other quizzes :)&lt;br /&gt;And tripple yes, I FOUND OUT HOW TO DO LINKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and...quadrulple yes, I just came back from basketball practice, so if I fall asleep on the keyboard with my head on the keys, and there's a lot of gibberish that gets 'accidentally' :) posted,...blame Coach for making us run all of 9 thousand, 9 hundred and 99 laps. hehe&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE A JV GAME TOMORROW!!! AND I'M STARTING IN IT!!!!! And, besides that, FRODO'S COMING HOME TOMORROW!!!!! AND SHE GETS TO see us lose :'(&lt;br /&gt;Because, as most( or, I guess, some:) of you know, we're playing a...rather tough team (no, not PC) and that tough team has a junior varsity team that almost always beats us by just a few points...&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...back to the quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;Here are my results&lt;br /&gt;not toooooo bad, I guess&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not toooo, bad.&lt;br /&gt;And, somehow, this stupid thing has turned on underline. And I have no idea how in the world to turn it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the results for the other quiz&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#cce6ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ISFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e5f3ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffcccd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ESFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe5e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.&lt;br /&gt;A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.&lt;br /&gt;You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#fffecc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Your #3 Match: INFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffee5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.&lt;br /&gt;You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#cce6ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Your #4 Match: ISFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e5f3ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffcccd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Your #5 Match: ENFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe5e6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.&lt;br /&gt;You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113227209968781605?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113227209968781605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113227209968781605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113227209968781605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113227209968781605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-ancient-quizzes_17.html' title='More Ancient Quizzes!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113207247192791579</id><published>2005-11-15T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:34:31.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Won!!!!!! again!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, I know that this title is very similar to the one before, but...hey, I'm not that imaginative. And, really, it's true. :)&lt;br /&gt;We had another basketball game yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what,...&lt;br /&gt;the girls' team won!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;however, *sniff* the boys' team lost. *sniff* by only 2 points. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;o well.&lt;br /&gt;they were good losers, tho&lt;br /&gt;And Flipper fowled out. He was pretty good about it. :) Even tho most of the time, he didn't really fowl...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...yes, the girls team won. no, the girls' team didn't lose.  Anthing else?&lt;br /&gt;To those of you asking what the score was,...am I the score's keeper? :)&lt;br /&gt;no, I'm not. I'm a player. However, being a player does mean that sometimes I just happen to look up at the scoreboard. Therefore, having such a wonderful (hehehahaheeheejk:) memory, I memorized it(wrote it down on my hand just for this purpose:) Now, for those of you starting to tap your feet, drum your fingers, and getting frustrated(note the bad grammar there:), don't worry. I might eventually...post the scores. eventually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;:^D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:^)&lt;br /&gt;does that look like Gandalf?:)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;:")&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for so patiently waiting. &lt;br /&gt; Here are the scores&lt;br /&gt; For the girls' game only&lt;br /&gt; 48-13&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt; I forgot the boys' game.&lt;br /&gt;yes, we won.&lt;br /&gt;And I even started!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the results for what personality disorder do you have? quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder-42%&lt;br /&gt;Unipolar Depression                              33%&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder    33%&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder  25%&lt;br /&gt;Schizoprenia                                   8%&lt;br /&gt;Eating Disorder                              0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;moving on&lt;br /&gt;Here's the results to another personality quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Shy               81%&lt;br /&gt;Nice              69%&lt;br /&gt;Fun               44%&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing      31%&lt;br /&gt;Immature    25%&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic      6%&lt;br /&gt;Mean            0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...&lt;br /&gt;great&lt;br /&gt;sound like me?&lt;br /&gt;some times, at least.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;here's the three stooges...&lt;br /&gt;"Join the Army and See the World - Or What's Left of It!" - Advertising Sign ("Boobs in Arms")&lt;br /&gt;don't remember that one.&lt;br /&gt;so, go watch it on the internet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113207247192791579?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113207247192791579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113207247192791579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113207247192791579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113207247192791579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-won-again_15.html' title='We Won!!!!!! again!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113182560014880068</id><published>2005-11-12T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:03:15.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title, WE WON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;what did we win?&lt;br /&gt;well, the basketball game yesterday night. If you don't know anything about it...go read my post before this or ask some people around who might know the answer. :)&lt;br /&gt;yes, we won the game!!!&lt;br /&gt;Against a really good team, too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it used to be REALLY good, but they lost four of their seniors, and two other members of their team signed onto another team. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, our highschool girls' team won!!! And everyone got to play, too!!! and it was really exciting because we won just because one girl made two freethrows with about 6 seconds left!! and those were her only points in the entire game!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;(congratulations, Merri!!! you played well, or good, or nicely or whatever too!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Merri did start. Didn't she?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong, correct me&lt;br /&gt;welllllllll,&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;at least be nice about it:)&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;:=)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;8^)&lt;br /&gt;%)&lt;br /&gt;googley eyes&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:#)&lt;br /&gt;O, and, for those who are wondering, our highschool boys' team won, too. But it wasn't as exciting. (they won by about 20 points:)&lt;br /&gt;As I had no voice to cheer them on, and it was so far ahead anyway,...I went outside to play with the smaller children(including my younger bro S:) in their ball war. It was in one of those Dairy Queen playgrounds, with lots of balls. Two teams, one with control of the ball pit, and one with control of the upper area. Throwing balls at eachother. Fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of basketball(were we on the topic of basketball? That's my point, we WERE:)&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT OUR NEW UNIFORMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really nice, too&lt;br /&gt;With our names on the back. Well, at least our last names, and the first initials of our first name if we had a sibling on the same team. In the instance with Merri and Betty, for instance :)&lt;br /&gt;The only problem...I had the smallest size, which was...much TOO large. *hem hem*&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I still have to wear a shirt under my jersey, and pull the drawstring of my shorts as tight as possible.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go do stuff...like baking a cake for a certain somebody's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;o, almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true that time and space are calculated by the ratio of inner planetary magnetism to solar radiation?" - Student ("Violent is the Word for Curly")&lt;br /&gt;hem&lt;br /&gt;yes, the student was asking Larry. And yes, Larry was completely dumbstruck. Therefore, Moe jumped up and started teaching the students the alphabet song&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;So we all went around with that dumb tune stuck in our head&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hum...&lt;br /&gt;shall I make chocolate cake, butter cake, or fudge? Or inca cookies(yes, they ARE cookies:)&lt;br /&gt;"we shall see what we shall see"-Moe&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113182560014880068?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113182560014880068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113182560014880068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113182560014880068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113182560014880068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-won.html' title='WE WON!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113174997620622129</id><published>2005-11-11T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T07:04:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time, No Title!!! :)</title><content type='html'>hehe&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyone laughing?&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;maybe so?&lt;br /&gt;If you are, stop!&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't...stop! :)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I have a little time. Just a leetle. Maybe I should change the title. But then I would have to think of another. And I'm not good at such things. :-P&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I haven't posted in a while. For those of you saying, "YOU POSTED LESS THAN A WEEK AGO!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??????!!!!!" Hey, it's better than not posting for A MONTH OR MORE like certain people who I will not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;jk&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to post?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, can anyone tell me WHY 'growing one's own food' is an obsolete skill?&lt;br /&gt;We might start off with a definition tonight (yes, tonight:)&lt;br /&gt;the definition of obsolete:&lt;br /&gt;'old; no longer in use or valid or fashionable'&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a wonderful online dictionary that saved me the trouble of going and finding one of our huge dictionaries, lugging it to the computer table, opening it to the o's, and copying down the answer. No, all I did here was 'copy' and 'paste'&lt;br /&gt;ah, isn't most of today's technology great?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;note the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to explain the title now residing at the top of this post, I have a basketball game in an hour and a half. 'Wow," you might say(0r might not:) "an hour and a half? why in the world are you saying you have no time?"&lt;br /&gt;(actually, if you're Merri or Betty, or any other member of our basketball team, you would know why and not ask this obvious question:)&lt;br /&gt;The answer:(for those who don't know it already, stop reading here!!!:) Our working coach (who, however working he may be, doesn't run with us in our million laps at practice or in the game:) has told us in no uncertain terms to be there 45 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;Now you see&lt;br /&gt;However, other doubtful people might be asking this silly question(If you're asking it, and you aren't silly, then tough beans:) get silly:)it's fun:)unless you have to be serious:)) "Why aren't you getting ready?"&lt;br /&gt;the answer, for those who don't know it already:), I already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOT&lt;/span&gt; ready. hehe&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;*runs for a thesaurus*&lt;br /&gt;I'm arranged&lt;br /&gt;I'm scheduled&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know these two words aren't as good as MINE, but...what do you expect from an online thesaurus?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't know what else to post,...here's the results for a quiz I took. Yes, ANOTHER quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Wait...before I do this let me put the Three Stooges quote in before I forget:)&lt;br /&gt;"If you have a knicknack with with a nick in it, we'll knock the nick outta the knicknack with Brighto!" - Larry ("Dizzy Doctors")&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it turned out that the Brighto was a...medicine&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine what happened:)&lt;br /&gt;Tried cleaning a police officer's uniform...hehe&lt;br /&gt;tore holes in it.&lt;br /&gt;ended up running into their boss as they were running away from the police officer, who told them Brighto was a medicine. So they ran into a hospital, and...&lt;br /&gt;"And now back to our regularly scheduled performance";)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/L/LadyTigerEyes/1122705939_lasadqueen.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Sad Queen! Somber, quiet, softspoken and yet beautiful, you hold your subjects in awe of your silent but forceful nature. You are jaded and tired of this world because you are so different from everyone else.&lt;b&gt;Possible Name:&lt;/b&gt; Tristyn  &lt;b&gt;Element:&lt;/b&gt; Shadow  &lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt; Grey&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, can someone tell me WHY I got that?&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so&lt;br /&gt;since the answers for that one don't fit...let's take another&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, Smart Girl - You're the quiet girl that hardly anybody notices, and only talks to when they're failing a class and need to copy from someone. You probably hate it, but you also probably enjoy any attention that you can get. You're remarkably inteligent and very studious, but also very quiet and reserved. Your cold, mysterious appearance can be intimidating, an attribute that drives people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make more sense?&lt;br /&gt;cold? Maybe it's because I always have cold hands and when I shake hands with someone, they scream and run to the first aid station because they have frostbite. Ok, a bit farfetched, yes....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Should I take another?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'll take just ONE more.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Hawk (The Explorer): Free. Spirited. Happy. Honest. Adventurous. Passionate &amp; Compassionate. Hard working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fit?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was short&lt;br /&gt;All right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; more&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I do have time, you know&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;(we hope:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/L/LA/LAD/LadyTigerEyes/1128719316_Quizilla04.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EARTH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is earth. You are modest and humble. Logical and intelligent you do not let your emotions get the best of you. You are practical and know how to get what you want. People are drawn to your calm nature. You are serious, methodical, and neat. You are enduring and steadfast. Friends come to you for advice because they know you are dependable and honest. You would be best matched with Water and Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;calm????&lt;br /&gt;you should see what I'm like when we get the chocolate out&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;neat???&lt;br /&gt;anyone seen my room?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;wellllll, I have more time...&lt;br /&gt;ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/L/LadyTigerEyes/1124255370_autydemure.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMURE BEAUTY - You are modest, innocent, and a bit naive. You are naturally optimistic and always look on the bright side in whatever you do. People are naturally drawn to you and you probably have a lot of friends. If you're sad, which is rare, you bounce back quickly. Your innocence makes you see the good in all things. You believe in second chances and are a true idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;Well, have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113174997620622129?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113174997620622129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113174997620622129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113174997620622129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113174997620622129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-time-no-title.html' title='No Time, No Title!!! :)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113121125079978823</id><published>2005-11-05T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:20:50.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizes!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you like quizes?&lt;br /&gt;I like quizes&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;Here's the quiz results I got from taking the quiz on Perv's blog. I still haven't found out how to do links though, so...you'll have to go to her blog yourself&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/deadword/1082608996_ble_garden.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You are 'growing one's own food'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are guided by two words: 'Live simply.' You value quality over quantity in most things, and you have little use for the materialism and consumerism of modern culture. You know the value of hard work and try to be self-sufficient as much as possible, and what you do you do well. Unfortunately, no man is an island, and you cannot do everything yourself. Your puritanical work ethic makes makes people think that you are weird, and not much fun. Your problem is that growing one's own food has been obsolete for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The reason: rather simple, really. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of you may have heard that the C's have a virus-type-thingymabopper. Since they were here for Bible study last Wednesday,...well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;At least, part of it.&lt;br /&gt;The other part...Daddy and Stephen are in the City for a soccer tournament, Mommy's gone to pick up Frodo and Rachel, and Flipper :) is at the S's.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I'm here alone. Except for...two sound asleep puddy tats.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;One on the sofa next to me in the schoolroom, and one in S's room on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;hohoho&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ever had one of those viruses where you don't really feal sick, but you have a fever? So, now you see why I'm wasting my time writing a blog post. :)&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;wait, we just went through that.&lt;br /&gt;ok, refer to above&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;:oD&lt;br /&gt;:=)&lt;br /&gt;Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113121125079978823?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113121125079978823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113121125079978823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113121125079978823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113121125079978823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-quizes.html' title='More quizes!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113051154956702379</id><published>2005-11-02T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T05:14:28.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagging!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged&lt;br /&gt;Now that I *think* I know what it means, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Some people say only five songs.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say ten songs&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do a compromise: 7 1/2 songs&lt;br /&gt;If I can think of enough songs&lt;br /&gt;I don't really listen to much music *gasp*, instead, listening to other stimulating things as...Narnia radio dramas, Adventures in Odyssey, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Here they are&lt;br /&gt;1. "Highwayman" by Loreena McKennitt (Is that spelled right? I always misspell her last name)&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Jupiter" from the Planets by Holst&lt;br /&gt;3. "Lady of Shalott" by Loreena McKennitt&lt;br /&gt;4. "In the Hall of the Mountain King" by Greig&lt;br /&gt;5. "Wedding Day at Throldhaughen" by Greig&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Overture" in the soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera(I like the organ :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Waltz No 1 in E flat major by Chopin&lt;br /&gt;7 1/2. Prelude------- by Chopin (Guess which one Hint- I played this one for Mrs. Fisher's recital on the piano. Another Hint-it's called his funeral march :'( so sad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall have to guess !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be back in a quack with a quack, and I do mean quack!" - Curly ("A-Ducking They Did Go")&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about not publishing my Three Stooges quotes. *sigh* not very diligent. o well. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;there u go&lt;br /&gt;now GO FIGURE OUT THAT SONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;and no cheating on looking on the CD of the recital OR ASKING YOUR MOTHER for those I will not name. :)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:^)&lt;br /&gt;O, and no asking Marigold who is watching this. *sigh* Meaning, I can't put any silly stuff in here. Ok, she just corrected me. yes, I can put some in here. However, it has to be approved by the Major General :)&lt;br /&gt;jk&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;as says the Major General herself "There's some silly stuff in there!!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;all right&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;o, and NO LISTENING TO THE RECORDING OF THE RECITAL EITHER!!! AND NO MORE HINTS!!!!!! so there. Use your own brains. yes, a little bit of strain, but...you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;be able to do it. maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113051154956702379?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113051154956702379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113051154956702379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113051154956702379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113051154956702379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/11/tagging.html' title='Tagging!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113017347821886224</id><published>2005-10-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:06:59.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Site!!!!!coolness!!!!!! I hate using that word!!!!! :-P ironic!!!!</title><content type='html'>hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like using exclamation marks now&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;go ask your papa. Or, 'papa bear' as Mommy says.&lt;br /&gt;mothers.&lt;br /&gt;you gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, if you don't,...no chocolate, no dinner, no...etc. Besides that, more school!!! Depending on whether you're homeschooled or not. I am. However, most of you probably know that by now.&lt;br /&gt;O, and, the title.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, since my favorite thing to do when bored is to dig around in people's archives, I found this quiz on Sam's blog. Samwise Gamgee's to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;here are my results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="4"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="3" bg="" style="color: rgb(187, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;DAISY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/th&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Distinguished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Adaptable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ideal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sincere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yummy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Distinguished? everyone's special. Does that mean no one's special?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;adaptable? maybe, though I absoballelutely(did I spell that right?) dislike changes, most of the time, unless they're for the better. Of course. Isn't everyone like that?:)&lt;br /&gt;ideal? um...probably not, unless you're someone on life support and I would be the one to get the ductape to keep the life support thingymabopper in. Is that right? Ask Sam. I know absolutely notta about being a nurse, or doctor, or...anything medical:)&lt;br /&gt;sincere?only when I'm asking for chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;jk&lt;br /&gt;yummy?&lt;br /&gt;That explains why I got 20% eaten on my 'how will you die' quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my full name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg border="0" cellpadding="4" style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="3" bg style="color:#bbffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;DAISYBAGGINS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/th&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Dizzy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Articulate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Influential&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Successful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Yummy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Bonkers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Astounding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Gifted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Glittering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Important&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Naive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#ddffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;is for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td bg style="color:#eeffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:#000000;"&gt;Snarky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;riiiiight&lt;br /&gt;um...how is it that I got different things in both Daisy's?&lt;br /&gt;It's so crazy, I'm not even going to talk about the stupid results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113017347821886224?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113017347821886224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113017347821886224' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113017347821886224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113017347821886224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/sitecoolness-i-hate-using-that-word-p.html' title='Site!!!!!coolness!!!!!! I hate using that word!!!!! :-P ironic!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-113001955682001636</id><published>2005-10-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:22:06.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVIL BLOG POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Never sit in ant hills. NEVER!!!!! *my wize advize for today*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants and cockroaches will crawl all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when kneeling on wood chips. It is very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also especially when holding up a sleeping bag with your head. Very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel should know. I didn't have to go through that AWFUL ordeal. O:) I had to go through a different awful ordeal. Being a lady in distress. They recorded my scream. I never knew it was possible to scream while laughing. Did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not telling you!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go do something better with your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do not hang around, especially as we will deal with tarantulas presently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told you not to hang around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you have, tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may as well take over the keyboard from Marigold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in control of...this post. Big honking deal. As flipper would say. He's a weird brother. Those of you with no brothers...well, I would say be happy about it, but brothers can do things for you. When they're in the right mood. You have to know when the right time is to hand out the chocolate. Then, there is a chance (one in a million!!!) that they MIGHT do something for you if you pester them long enough. there. I said it. To those of you who are boys, tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to post a comment on this post, because I am helping to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is talking now?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-113001955682001636?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/113001955682001636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=113001955682001636' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113001955682001636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/113001955682001636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/evil-blog-post.html' title='EVIL BLOG POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112967936423762696</id><published>2005-10-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:20:37.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate broken fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ever had a broken finger? Don't.&lt;br /&gt;My *wise* advice for you for today.&lt;br /&gt;hum...:/ should I end this there?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I tell you to stop reading this, and instead go do something worthwhile. While I go watch Three Stooges. heheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;the time of day when...the sky darkens, the birds go to bed, and all other sane people go to bed, while...insane people watch...the Three Stooges!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to bring you back some wonderful quotes :)&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back. Miss me?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;:^D&lt;br /&gt;:^)&lt;br /&gt;:0D&lt;br /&gt;:A)&lt;br /&gt;big nose :)&lt;br /&gt;:O)&lt;br /&gt;Even bigger nose :)&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't come back with some really good quotes for you, because...It wasn't the best. But it was pretty funny. It was one of those wild West episodes. The TSs get sent off to deal with a violent gang. Of course, there's a lovely lady and her fiance who own a saloon where the gang hangs out. Of course, her fiance gets sent off for the united states cavalry. As he heads out the door, he turns around and the lady turns her cheek for a kiss. But the guy says "I forgot my geetar", picks up his guitar, and leaves. He runs into some cans on the way out. And falls off his horse on his way back, leaving the lovely lady and the TSs to deal with the gang, which has turned violent. The gang comes one at a time into the lady's room to take her with them and the gold from the safe, but, each time....guess what happens...she socks them. And, each time...guess what happens, she...faints. When her fiance comes back, she socks him too. happy ending. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had piano class today, in which four of us(including S, myself, and two other people I didn't know sat around a table eating popcorn :0P and playing a music board game. In which no one won. :) fun:) Then we all trouped into the room where we play piano, and...played the piano. fun again. :) Finally, I dashed off, or, more precisely, rode off, on my bike to BB practice.&lt;br /&gt;   BB practice-same as normal. I had to sit out the entire time, just...watching. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear friends who are reading this, the moral of the story is...never break your fingers. (No, I'm not blaming you, Merry :)&lt;br /&gt;Here are the TS quotes. Not necessarily from tonight's, tho&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="windowbg2" width="100%"&gt;"I shoot an arrow into the air, where it lands I do not care: I get my arrows wholesale!" - Curly ("Cactus Makes Perfect")&lt;br /&gt;"I used to play in five flats, but I got kicked outta the last one." - Shemp ("Gypped in the Penthouse")&lt;br /&gt;2, because I forgot to post yesterday. ooooops&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112967936423762696?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112967936423762696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112967936423762696' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112967936423762696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112967936423762696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-broken-fingers.html' title='I hate broken fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112938505802627289</id><published>2005-10-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:07:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title!!!!!!!!! :o)</title><content type='html'>Because I posted so many times in 1 day!!!!! I decided not to post until it has been more than three days. So...here it is the fifth day or so. :) Besides that...I haven't really had time. But, now that Frodo and Merry are still asleep upstairs(yes, Merry is spending the night here:), and Mommy and Flipper are gone to the PSAT (No, I don't think Mommy is taking the PSAT, but...you never know:) And Daddy's doing stuff(I dunno what. You never know what fathers are doing) and Steph(yes, STEPH!!!!!:) is playing around with a green(maybe it's blue:) bouncy ball, and I'm making a run-on sentence(or whatever you call it:) I now have the time to post!!! The only problem is...What about?&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I've got it. I'll do a killer piece about older-sister-and-their-friend's cruelty!!!!!! hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Merry and Frodo. This is for u!!!!!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;How to begin.&lt;br /&gt;hum.....&lt;br /&gt;It all began with Merry(forgetful?:) forgetting conditioner. So...She wanted me to yank her hair(actually, she wanted me to brush her hair, but, since she had no conditioner...it was yanking. Wouldn't you agree Merry?:)So, while flipper was imming people I don't know(unless it was Steph. But then I don't know him:)Merry stood in the schoolroom while I yanked, pulled, and...just a sec. Need to find more synonyms for these two words...the only one I can come up with is tear. Does that help?:) So, Merry stood in the schoolroom while I yanked, pulled, and tore her hair:). Then, I naturally followed Merry into Frodo's room, and, um...I guess you could call it 'talked' with her until Frodo came out. Then, it was torture time. Unfortunately, those two miscreants :) Did not recognize my higher status :) and did not treat me with the proper respect *shocks!!!* I told them I would go if they only would treat me with the proper respect and ask me politely (is that in their vocab?jk:) to leave. This went on...until my beautiful mother told me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;So, dearest older sister, you can now see why I will not, from here on, treat you with the proper 'respect'. Respect, meaning, NO MORE CHOCOLATE CAKE!!!!!!! wow. that must hurt. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;As for dearest sister's friend...ditto. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the TS quote.&lt;br /&gt;"High Altitude, Low Prices.  No matter what you got, you'll lose it at Mallard's." - Ad ("Monkey Businessmen")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112938505802627289?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112938505802627289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112938505802627289' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112938505802627289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112938505802627289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-title-o.html' title='No Title!!!!!!!!! :o)'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112896266830057845</id><published>2005-10-10T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:48:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Augh!!!! I'm already breaking my resolution!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just goes to show how fickle human beings are :)&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;We just finished watching your FAVORITE :) three people do stupid stuff. Aunt Helen and Mommy are gone. So....&lt;br /&gt;I read Perv's ancient archives. and...did the quiz. maybe SOME of you remember :)&lt;br /&gt;Here are my results *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Disapper-73%&lt;br /&gt;Bomb-67%&lt;br /&gt;Disease-47%&lt;br /&gt;Naturally-40%&lt;br /&gt;Suicide-33%&lt;br /&gt;Accident-27%&lt;br /&gt;Poison-20%&lt;br /&gt;Eaten-20%&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed-13%&lt;br /&gt;Gunshot-13%&lt;br /&gt;Suffocated-7%&lt;br /&gt;Cut-throat-7%&lt;br /&gt;Drowning-0%&lt;br /&gt;Eaten?&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;I guess I couldn't have drownded since I know how to swim and said so :)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the first time I did it it said I would die by a bomb. :/ And I thought I was clicking the same answers...&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'll admit it...I do like to go exploring.&lt;br /&gt;Why, just today we were going on a walk around Sanborne Lake, and, there are all these little paths running off all over the place. Of course, I went down most of them. (Until Mommy said to stay with her on the path:( ]&lt;br /&gt;And, you wouldn't believe ALL of the little hideouts I found!!! Most of them with beer bottles lying around. ugh&lt;br /&gt;It was raining as we were walking around the lake. The patter on my hood sounded so nice and cozy. It was even cozier when we went back and I made hot cocoa and we watched TS. Is that a run-on sentence?:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112896266830057845?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112896266830057845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112896266830057845' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112896266830057845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112896266830057845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/augh-im-already-breaking-my-resolution.html' title='Augh!!!! I&apos;m already breaking my resolution!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112895056505388715</id><published>2005-10-10T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:22:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*shocks*!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was going to limit myself to only one post a day, but...I keep forgetting to put the TS's quotes on my blog!!!!!!!! *horrors!*&lt;br /&gt;Here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="windowbg2" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg2" width="100%"&gt;"I shot a seven, but they wouldn't give me the money!" - Curly ("Three Little Beers")&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" width="100%"&gt;"I got sick of the dough, and thought I'd go on the loaf." - Curly ("Uncivil Warriors")&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; I put two because they both = 1, since you really need to see them in context (almost said contest there:) for them to be funny. They are on that website. I mean, the actual movie type thingymabopper. They're not exacterly movies, since they're only about 15 minutes long. But you can watch Three Stooges online. Either that, or you can come over to our house and watch one of our Three Stooges DVDs that we own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112895056505388715?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112895056505388715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112895056505388715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112895056505388715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112895056505388715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/shocks.html' title='*shocks*!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112895016411765110</id><published>2005-10-10T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T06:17:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm not very imaginative with my titles :'( I've made a resolution to make my blog unique!!!!!!:) I will always put exclamation marks in my titles!!!!!:) Or, at least one somewhere. :-P&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone like my new colors? I've been fiddling around with them. O, and, *hint* There's a website that makes it MMUUCCHH easier to change the colors. it is-http://eies.njit.edu/~kevin/rgb.txt.html There are lots of other sites, but this is the best I can find. If you happen NOT to like it, just search on GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGLE for RGB color codes.&lt;br /&gt;I really like all the colors on this site. Isn't it wonderful how God has blessed us with all these wonderful colors?:)&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are wondering why I'm posting so early...It's for the great reason that...I have nothing better to do :) Our great-aunt Helen (except, she told us not to call her great-aunt Helen because it makes her feel so old :) So, our aunt Helen (who is really great:) is here!!!!! Which means, of course :), that......(building up tension. Cepting, you peoples already can guess what it means that she's here. pardon the grammar. and spelling :) WE GET OUT OF SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, except for Thursday. :'( Which means, I will go to the Took's house to do therapy on Prim Rose!!!! :) I think. If I'm not right...blame my mother:) She told me I'm going over there on Wednesday. :):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;I have to put ONE more thing in this post, to make it properly stuffy :)&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;:{) moustache. :)&lt;br /&gt;We got a DVD player!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, I'm not excited :-P Can you guess the first thing we ever watched on our brand-new DVD player??????? Well, I couldn't say you're right or you're wrong, since it might be either way, depending on you answer. :) I'll leave you to guess. I love guessing games, don't you? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112895016411765110?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112895016411765110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112895016411765110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112895016411765110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112895016411765110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112878136333328530</id><published>2005-10-08T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T07:22:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you may have already seen, all of my other posts so far (a grand number of 2!!!!!) have had exclamation marks in their titles. As I was working on my blog, Steph kindly pointed this out to me. *kindly?!* I thought I might make it clear that exclamation marks (definition-A punctuation mark (!) used after an exclamation. Also called exclamation point.) lend dynamics to an otherwise bland post. Just thought you might like to know that.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Grand Day!!!!!!!!! Frodo comes home today!!!!!!!!! along with our Great-Aunt Helen. So, I'm going to be spending most of today...baking. One of my favorite things. You can probably guess what I'm going to make...something chocolate :) Probably chocolate cake with extra powdered sugar for the frosting. :-P In some cases, you need more powdered sugar, since...the frosting won't frost without it :)&lt;br /&gt;H.P. came yesterday. Bringing with him, of course, two DVD's that, of course, didn't play. :'( One of those was just a movie DVD. The other was...[I also like these little dots:) built up dramaticism. Is that a word?:)] a CD that H. and S. made themselves. Yes, that's right...A CD about flipper's new driving license!!! It is actually made like a newsflash, with Steph being the announcer "Today in the news, Philip Noell got his new car. His first drive resulted in millions of things blown up. A reward was sent out, and the National Guard was called in to catch the crazy driver. When his car finally broke down, it was compared to the ending of World War II..." There's more, but that's where the CD stopped. All of it, evidently, didn't burn onto the CD. Hope that's not prophetic...&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I forgot to post yesterday's TS's quote. So I'll post two today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="windowbg2" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg2" width="100%"&gt;"Any resemblance between the Three Stooges and regular human beings is a dirty shame." - Opening scene caption ("Don't Throw That Knife")&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="windowbg" width="100%"&gt;"Don't ya know it's bad etiquette to reach in front of a person when said person is trying to snag a morsel of food?" - Moe ("Violent is the Word for Curly")&lt;br /&gt;Not the best, but I'm going down the list of TS's quotes. Here's the website-www.threestooges.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112878136333328530?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112878136333328530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112878136333328530' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112878136333328530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112878136333328530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like-exclamation-marks.html' title='I like exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112869514996422728</id><published>2005-10-07T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:25:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallace and Grommit!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what today is! Depending on your answer, it's either right...or wrong :-P But the chances are it's right, since most people probably read the titles on most posts. Anyway...I will now relieve your curiosity and tell you what happens today, all across the world, something everybody's been waiting for (well, not everybody, I guess:) the movie comes out today. that's right, WALLACE AND GROMMIT'S THE CURSE OF THE WERE-RABBIT!!!!!!!! Ok, so the exclamation marks aren't actually in the REAL title of the movie, but...Hey, you have to add some end punctuation :)&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the trailer? Steph's downloaded it onto the computer, and watches it every day. :-/ He also has downloaded several pictures, including a little cutout that can fold up for someone's desk. :) It's prettttty silly. But now, it's out in theaters!!!!!!!!!!!!! :))))))))))) (double chins. Wallace is kinda fat. Depending on how you look at it. :-/)Moustache :) No, he doesn't have a moustache. He has a face. A clay one. If you didn't know, it's clay-mation&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding a nice, purrrrry cat in my lap.  A fat cat. A veeery fat cat. She's cleaning my face. Yes, it's Mandy, obviously, since Sandy, my cat, is NOT fat. Nor is she a furry afghan. (so there Frodo!:)There's only one problem with a cat washing your face. Well, actually more than that. here they are.&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats have cat food breath. Depending on the kind of cat food, it's really bad breath!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Their tongues have just been used to clean themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. They leave your face sticky and wet, and not clean-feeling&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell Mandy all this. She's in her Nanny mood. If you've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;. If you haven't, GO SEE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you to go watch it again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112869514996422728?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112869514996422728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112869514996422728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112869514996422728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112869514996422728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/wallace-and-grommit.html' title='Wallace and Grommit!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17555097.post-112864173664379021</id><published>2005-10-06T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:35:36.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST POST!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi, this is my first post!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like my name? It was imaginative Melissa who came up with it (thank u!!!) Ask her what it means. I dont remember. Something about a person who everyone likes. At least, that's what Daz-sie or somethingerother meant. As you can tell, I have no good memory.&lt;br /&gt;I meant to have a picture of a sunrise, and everything like that, but...hey, I'm still working on it :-P&lt;br /&gt;It's getting rather cold here. But, my stupid tomato plants are still putting out brigh yellow flowers, and bright green tomatoes, and bright(very bright!!!!) orange ones. those stupid tomato plants. They still don't know what time of year it is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely sure what to put on a blog. I just mainly did it...to...ask Melissa. I just forgot. O yeah, to make people laugh :-D. haha&lt;br /&gt;so, here is my quote of today...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, are you putting asparagus in my cooking?"-Curley&lt;br /&gt;Makes me remember the spinach quiche Mommy made tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17555097-112864173664379021?l=daysea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/feeds/112864173664379021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17555097&amp;postID=112864173664379021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112864173664379021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17555097/posts/default/112864173664379021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysea.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-post.html' title='FIRST POST!!!!!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18106971411254854291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://thumb3.webshots.com/t/20/20/5/38/23/229553823WcunYp_th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
