Finish The Aquataine Progression (before due date Sept. 15)
Grow mutton chops (before another Martin van Buren is born)
Let Margaret know that the song I couldn't remember the title of was "Venus and Mars/Rockshow" by Paul McCartney and Wings (before forgetting the title again)
Finish school (before turning 30)
Eat an all-you-can-eat buffet out of business (before having kids)
Get married (before she knows better)
Write thank you notes (before Mom comes after me with a SWAT team)
Rid the world of the evil of cats (before it's too late)
Perfect my Hungarian accent (before becoming a spy)
Buy a farm with cows (after getting married so she can do the milking)
A note to the reader:
The preceding blog post was copied from a to-do list written on August 3, 2008. The actions depicted in this list are not intended to be taken seriously but are merely the product of someone with too much time on his hands. Any resemblance to a real to-do list is purely coincidental.
Wow, I didn't think that was possible ; )
I keep thinking that I need to call you, but I always think about it at bad times. I'll try to give you a call sometime soon though : D
She didn't call because she too is working on her to do list. I think it starts with shopping with the grandmother. Then the coffee shop, ..... So much to do.
...Outside of my parents' home definitely has it's perks. Now that I live my own apartment I get to make the rules. For example, nobody tells me just how much cholesterol was in all of that breakfast sausage I just ate, nobody tells me not to drink directly out of the milk jug, and nobody tells me when I can and can't eat Oreos. And there are more advantages than that; at least, I'm pretty sure there are. For some reason though, I've been racking my brains for close to two weeks now and haven't been able to come up with much more.
Anyways, you're welcome to come visit me. The breakfast sausage is gone, but I can still offer you some milk and cookies. Wait a second, I thought we still had cookies left. Hmmm, I must put Oreos on the shopping list. Anyway there's still some milk left in the jug.
Okay, it looks pretty potential that mommy and I will be heading out around this next weekend and will therefore probably be able to go down to Alamogordo for a couple of days. If you are off of school then you could come down, otherwise we can probably come up to Las Cruses for a short visit.
By the way, mommy and Miss Nancy and I might go to a certain place in town....I Should be feeling guilty but it's really exciting actually.s
Never tell a little child that Jabba is yucky. I made the mistake of telling that to Matti and she's been informing each person for the last thirty minutes straight.
although it is a nice and helpful thing to do.
So guess what...yesterday at church I was talking to a friend of Tio-Tones and mommy who is extremely teasy. I asked him whether he was going to invite me over for ribs and pizza because he likes to cook and the next thing I know we've been invited over for dinner. Shrimp cocktail, jumboly something (a rice and kilbasa dish), vegatable soup, bareque shrimp, sirloin steak, creamed corn, French bread, farm peas, with grapes and almonds for dessert. Wow!! I love my influence;) jk
unfortunately tonights dinner (at olive garden) I couldn't enjoy because I was laughing so hard and on the verge of chocking. My uncle is painfully hilarious!!! My ribs are aching.
...I did while on vacation in Lubbock this past week. I went to visit Sam and Emma (my brother and sister-in-law) and join them for a big Memorial Day BBQ they were going to.
They were going to cook one of their goats for the get-together, so I helped out with that. It involved digging a giant pit (five feet wide by five feet long by three feet deep) to cook the goat in, taking the goat to the slaughterhouse (Sam was working and Emma wanted nothing to do with it). It seemed kind of mean to Othello (that's the goat) to take him to a slaughterhouse because I know he knew what was going to happen; he was even calling to me to take him back, and he didn't really like me. I would have much preferred that Sam and I do the slaughtering ourselves, but apparently you can really ruin goat meat if you don't know exactly what you're doing. I also had to bring the goat meat back from the slaughterhouse the next day for the same reasons that I had to take it there in the first place.
Cooking the goat was pretty easy except for digging that pit. On Saturday night we built a giant bonfire in the pit (and roasted hot dogs over the flames because we didn't want to waste the fuel). We had wood piled up in the pit and burned it all down to coals. We also seasoned the goat. That had to be the easiest part: we just rubbed him down with sea salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, and some other special seasoning that was present. After seasoning we wrapped the goat in aluminum foil and tied him up in a burlap sack. On Sunday morning we soaked the burlap sack in water and dropped it on the coals in our pit. Well, actually we didn't do it quite right: you're supposed to stick it directly on the coals, but we put a big piece of rolled steel on the coals first and then the goat. Then we put a big piece of rolled steel on top of the goat and buried the whole deal. After that you just have to wait at least 30 hours for it to cook. Let me assure you it's well worth the wait: it was so tender it melted off the bones.
I also did some other stuff in my spare time while I was there. The first day I was there, I built a catapult out of some scrap lumber Sam had lying around. It took me all day, and it wasn't a very good catapult (it only shot my projectile about three or four feet), but it kept me busy. Now that I have some catapult design experience under my belt, I'm sure my next one will be better.
I also composed a couple of poems with a set of poetry magnets that Sam and Emma had on their fridge. It wasn't easy because it was a "Love Poetry" set of magnets which meant that I had to scour the fridge for the words I wanted and sometimes overlap magnets to get the word I really needed. I didn't give the poems titles, so you can suggest some good ones for me. I now submit my refrigerator poems for your literary enjoyment.
Poem #1
You cannot always run away:
You will be overwhelmed some day.
Your soul it aches; your eyes are red.
Embrace the voices in your head!
Give in to us; devote your mind.
We promise not to try to kill you this time.
Poem #2 (I think Emma liked this one better.)
I love my brother like I don't know what.
I have respect for him...but! My sister has my true regard,
Because she just can't hit as hard.
Nice poems. I don't think that I'd have the heart to do anything like that to an animal. I like meat, but I don't want to kill animals or butcher a dead one. :P Making a catapult however sounds like a great deal of fun. =D
Happy Father's Day To You Too. I'm Glad I'm Not The Only One Who Doesn't Mind Telling Non-fathers To Have A Good Father's Day. I Usually Get Weird Looks When I Do That.
She always waves to me before she goes,
"I'll see you next twilight I suppose."
It's probably the crowd that's filing in.
"Goodbye m'lady, come see me again."
There really is no need to leave so soon.
Your beauty hasn't paled: you've simply left the room.
oh yes!!! I forgot about Rojo... but the donkey I think would need a redddish tint, but it might happen. ANd I LOVE the name Arapaho... it would be PERFECT with Navajo (or I spell it Navaho to match the others). Indian names are great for donkeys!! THANK YOU!!!
Have a fun trip!
(don't do too much geocaching or I may just change my mind about donating blood.)
And don't forget to resist the sarcastic stuff when you are preaching at that congregation tomorrow.
1:15 a.m.
Border Patrol Checkpoint outside of Alamogordo, New Mexico
Border Guard: Are you a U.S. citizen?
Me: Yes, sir.
Border Guard: Where are you headed tonight?
Me: Alamogordo.
Border Guard: Is that home?
Me: Yes.
Border Guard: Where are you coming from tonight?
Me: Queen Creek. That's just south of Phoenix.
Border Guard: Is there anything in the trunk?
Me: A spud gun and a rifle.
Border Guard: A what?
Me: A potato gun and a rifle.
Border Guard: What kind of rifle?
Me: It's a Ruger 10/.22.
Border Guard: Do you mind if I look in the trunk?
Me: No, let me give you the key.
Border Guard: Is that rifle yours?
Me: Yes, sir.
Border Guard: Alright, sir, have a good night.
Me: Can I have my key back first?
Border Guard: Oh! Yeah, you're going to need that.
Yeah. Rats, I knew that I should have added: So don't go to Hope anytime soon."
I would think that once you know everybody and see everyone up there that often that the personal questions would stop.
(Not quite sure where I fall into those two categories. I have "symptoms" of both which is REALLY weird because they seem like they would contridict. And yet I really am partly like both and not really like both. =P)
Your comment on Anna's blog is interesting because I was just talking to the boys a coupel of days ago about how Sam and Ian ALWAYS were playing with Magic cards and I was wondering whehter he still had any. I don't recall you haven't any though.
Super hungry and still cooking meals for some odd reason. I can't stop cooking meals.
I made playdough to play with tonight and to keep my mind off of it and then I decided to do an experiment and try to bake a trivet.
It didn't work. The results were awful. You would have laughed. =/
BE GOOD TOMORROW.!
