Happy Thanksgiving!

Well Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I wanna say a whole bunch of happy things, but I've gotta say something not so happy first.  


A month ago, a guy that I used to go to school with died. It was a bad accident, he was out with two friends, he was mortally injured, one guy was seriously injured, and the other was just bruised and bumped and scraped.  I went and took a look at the Facebook profile of the guy that died.  It seems that people have been using that as a place to grieve.  I started tearing up while looking at the words they'd left him.  My heart goes out to everyone that is having to go through this one month anniversary of his death.  A parent should never have to bury their child. Never.  


On to happier things.  If it is ever possible, a roasting session is quite fun.  Just fyi.  I've also learned that ham isn't bad cold.  


Now I've come to the conclusion that things aren't awesome until your friend is pushed to the gas station during lunch by another friend. Oh yeah, in a wheelbarrow.  That show "The Secret Life of the American Teenager"?  Well they've got it all wrong.  Me and my friends, we're nothing like that.  My friends are the kind that would ride an elevator up and down in an airport just because we're bored.  We'd laugh when we find "Tits" and "Dix" hot sauces.  We'd run around the book store with toy wands trying to stun/kill/or generally maim the other.  We'd dump balls all over my room and throw them at the fan and laugh ridiculously when they fly rather forcefully in any particular direction they desire.  None of that teen mom crap.  Why have a kid when you're too busy being one?  Nah.  Not my idea of fun.  I'd rather continue my antics for at least a few more years, thank you very much.

Another thing, Katy Perry has it wrong in her song "Teenage Dream".  Nope, in a real teenage dream a dog walks around dripping chocolate sauce all over the gym and then another guy is standing in a dance studio getting yelled at by a drill instructor while yet another guy is on the roof making the building shake.  And then your two best friends are outside playing basketball with a giant yoga ball.  That my friends is part of a real teenage dream.


Now I'm done dissecting various pop culture things that have it all way wrong.  Don't you love days when you can do whatever the futs you want? Me too. :) Stay happy little chickies!

Get it? Got it.

Today certainly taught me something.  Never underestimate the power of a child's favorite book.  They will in fact sit under a motion sensing hand sanitizer dispenser and allow it to wet his entire head before getting up ,and putting down said book, to realize what has happened.  You and your mom will laugh so hard that you end up gasping for air and sounding like you're hyperventilating.

Another lesson for today, it is really good to try and help someone out when they're having a hard time, but you need to know when to stop trying to get them more help.  (I'm not the one needing help here! I'm the one being thrown at someone who doesn't want help.)  When someone is being juvenile and resisting help, the fewer people that are involved, the better.  It helps nobody when now you have five people miserable instead of one. Not to sound harsh or anything, but why would you want to drag innocent people into this when they have nothing to do with why this other person is sad?  You could deal with the person who is upset and let the others be happy.  It does absolutely no good to make everyone upset! No good I say!  I'm just frustrated that I'm involved.  I feel bad for this person and all, but this is NOT the right way to handle it.  Making me look bad because I was supposed to make this person feel better (it was actually unbeknownst to me that I was supposed to) , is not a good idea. Not. At. All.

On a rather unrelated and much happier note, I also remembered why I only have one pair of sweatpants.  They aren't designed to fit short people.  It just doesn't work.  Unfortunately when I'm gonna do a 5k and it is 38 degrees, I need something that I can run in and not trip over, just saying.  And preferably something to go with my lovely reezigs. :) Not to be cheerleading or anything, but those shoes are awesome even if you aren't a runner.  They are easily my favorite shoes to date, and as a bonus, they have a freaking awesome looking base that makes them special.  There is one drawback though, when you first start breaking them in (running, it doesn't really do this when walking), your feet roll side-to-side a lot, which sucks and makes your feet sore.  That does go away after five to ten miles though (again, meaning five to ten miles of running).

Hmm, what little treat can I leave you lot with today? How about this? Doc Hudson, an awesome old race-car that still wears whitewalls, from Cars (and technically Cars 2), is in The Incredibles! I love Doc. --RIP Paul Newman

Matter is space... brain fizzle alert!

Any idea why a champion girls basketball team doesn't have its own bus? Me either.  Anyway, I want to make some people think.  Most people don't realize that the atoms that make up out entire world are mostly empty space.  If there wasn't this empty space, then the entire human race could fit in a thimble.  Because this space is there, scientists were able to shoot molecules through a sheet of gold. (a long time ago mind you, imagine what they could do now)  Have you ever actually thought about that?  Didn't think so.  I certainly hadn't.  Then, me being the nerd I am, had a thought process something like this:

Now I have no idea what the Tardis had to do with anything, but it was there.  I guess my revelation today is that the things that are possible never stop amazing me.  I am always amazed by something or another, it could be the way that a bird manages to carry a round object in its beak so easily.  It is not comparable to carrying a golf ball with a pair of chop sticks. ~coordination fail~  Stay happy my little chicks! :) 

OWWWW

Today I discovered something.  When a cartoon shows a bump on a characters head after it has been hit, it is not creative license.  That actually happens.  ~rubs head~ Yeah, tag just hardcore.  Especially when you're the shortest one playing with people all over six feet tall on a park that has roofs four feet tall.  But anyway, I don't have time to post something sooo interesting, but I did rediscover a picture from a few years back that really makes me giggle.

TA-DA! XD :)  
Advice for today?
"Mind your head. Muahaha." 

"Buddy" Poppy

Oh lord, my father has just discovered dubstep. So now he is randomly going wubwubwubwubwubwub in the background of anything you say. Ah well, I suppose there are worse things.  RECALCULATING.  My little brother got a fortune cookie, he opens it and yells "IT'S IN CHINISH." unfortunately it was in English.  ANYWAYS, on to actually interesting things.  The VFW is giving out their Poppys for their annual "Buddy" Poppy drive, go support them! DO EET. They are nice. :) and Do you know what it comes from? No? Well shame on you! This is something you should know.  The poem below inspired the use of the Poppy. Disabled veterans began assembling little Poppys. These Poppys were sold and then the proceeds go to the veterans. The proceeds also go to supporting rehab centers for veterans and homes for the orphans and widows of fallen soldiers.  So when you see it, put in the loose change that is cluttering up your pocket/wallet/purse/sock.  Just give something and remember that all the people you see doing that are volunteers, their supervisors are volunteers, the people that organized it are volunteers, they get nothing out of it. So please for goodness sakes at least be polite.  There is your little bit of knowledge for today. Not necessarily amusing, but something that you should know. 

In Flander's Fields

By John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies grow

      Between the crosses, row on row,

   That mark our place; and in the sky

   The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

   Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

   The torch; be yours to hold it high.

   If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

         In Flanders fields.

Now something to smile at.  Oh! How about a dog smiling at you? That is always nice. :) Especially when that dog's name is [was :'( ] Kitty.  So naice. -petpetpet- Well stay happy! 

It begins!

Hmm, I will start with something simple I guess. Just a chick sitting around and randomly decided to start a blog. I will put more interesting things up, but now I've gotta bounce. I will leave you with a little teaser thing for a musical I found. Its not recent, but it kept me entertained for a few minutes. :) Stay warm!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxfTx5uotq4&feature=related