Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
No more than three feet away from Julius (but certainly more than two feet away; perhaps thirty inches – or, in the system preferred by Helen, Julian’s wife, of whom more later, seventy-six point two centimetres – although needless to say, it seemed less) a dog which seemed to be a cross between a doberman and some kind of beagle – its appearance certainly seemed to fit the original meaning of the Old French word “beegueule” (literally, open-mouthed) from which “beagle” is derived – was barking in the key of E-flat and pawing the air in a way which, had there been an invisible miniature piano beneath its claws, might have produced a melody not dissimilar to a free jazz composition of the early sixties or, more likely, a discordant jumble of sharps and flats which, had this been the case rather than being merely a fanciful possibility (which is what it was), would have put Julius’ teeth on edge in a way which the dog’s barking, in the absence of the more musical set of noises just touched upon, was already managing to do.
At this point, the dragon, which was larger than a single-decker bus but smaller than an articulated lorry, breathed some fire out of its mouth (or, more properly, exhaled a mixture of flammable gas and liquid which was ignited by a spark from a gland in its throat). This burned several people quite badly, although the knight who is the subject of our story remained largely unharmed.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I've joined the "Holy Sisters Convent firefighters of the hazmat suits in ordinary habits....of Guadeloupe.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
This was my first ever 5K.
Jessica and I have been running for a couple of months in preparation for this event.
Jessica is an old pro and it has been so nice running with her!
We joined the 300 or so runners in this event, including family from Orem Utah (Amazing Wendy and Stacey Macey!)that traveled here to participate.
We had so much fun!!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Listen up I have something to say.
I just went to opening night of Wood River High School's presentation of:
Pride and Predjudice
Starring Sarah Hope
I hate it when people say this but I'm going to say it:
OH - MY - GOODNESS!!
The play was fantastic and Sarah was unbelievable as the shattered-nerved Mrs. Bennett!
I am completely blown away
There are two more shows. Tomorrow the 5th and Saturday the 7th (7:00pm)
if you can make it please do!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
- It looks like I'm doing a lot of things wrong. (You know what they are, I don't have to point them out) By wrong, I mean things ranging from plagiarism to security issues (giving out names and addresses, hair color, maiden names)
- There are many other blogs that I admire and look up to, if you will.
- My blog is kind of reflection of my own life (unfortunately).
- if you want a sweet loving blog, go here.
- if you want good recipes and country living, go here.
- if you want good writing, humor and Boise landscapes, go here.
- if want consistent sweetness, go here.
- if you want to know more about the Wood River valley and the Hope's, go here.
- if want flat out pure virtuous inspiration, go here.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?," you can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."
If you go flying back through time, and you see somebody else flying forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.
I remember how my Great Uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint.
You know something that would really make me applaud? A guy gets stuck in quicksand, then sinks, then suddenly comes shooting out, riding on water skis! How do they do that?!
Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window? The guy looks out it, and if he leans too far, he falls out. Wait. I guess that's like a regular window.
One day one of my little nephews came up to me and asked me if the equator was a real line that went around the Earth, or just an imaginary one. I had to laugh. Laugh and laugh. Because I didn't know, and I thought that maybe by laughing he would forget what he asked me.
If you're a cowboy, and you're dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading a magazine.
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kinda scary. I've wondered where this started, and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus and a clown killed my dad.
Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy's arm behind his back. NOW who's asking the questions?
Most of the time it was probably real bad being stuck down in a dungeon. But some days, when there was a bad storm outside, you'd look out your little window and think, ``Boy, I'm glad I'm not out in THAT.''
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
I think a good gift for the president would be a chocolate revolver. And since he's so busy, you'd probably have to run up to him and hand it to him.
If you're a boxing referee, it's probably illegal to wear a bow tie that spins or changes colors.
I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when someone kills someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.
There are many stages to a man's life. In the first stage, he is young and eager, like a beaver. In the second stage, he wants to build things, like dams, and maybe chew down some trees. In the third stage, he feels trapped, and then ``skinned.'' I'm not sure what the fourth stage is.
Ambition is like a frog sitting on a Venus's-flytrap. The flytrap can bite and bite, but it won't bother the frog because it only has little tiny plant teeth. But some other stuff could happen and it could be like ambition.
When the age of the Vikings came to a close, they must have sensed it. Probably, they gathered together one evening, slapped each other on the back and said, "Hey, good job."