can never sleep in. nope never.
so i wrote an entry last night but it was lost to the nothingness of the world wide web. grrr. shakes fist in air.
yesterday when i was talking to fatiebudbudtothetenthpower, i handed her over to dad to say hello. of course dad's topic of choice was the men in budorama's life. of course i had spilled about carvacious. fat was on speaker phone so i heard her say something like, "i knew laura would blab about that." (this bud is a bud that is never surprised.) then i heard my dad tell her to bring carvy over to meet the family, because if he didn't fit with us, then forget it. good point dad. how fatbud could dig a dude that didn't ulitimately jive with the fam, is beyond me. beyond anyone with sense really. right at this moment dad is to be heard snoring in a recliner in the living room. i think he slept there all night. he does such things.
it was windy at piper's yesterday. it made the water all choppy. the tide was on the way out our whole time there, so the current pulling us down the beach and towards the point was strong. all six possible sisters made it. first to arrive on the scene was me and the twinzers. we met muffduff and ethan in the parking lot. a couple of hours later saresie and kyle came striding down the beach, and last but not least, was katie in her cherry 'suit' and pink sunhat. unpleasent discovery: ethan's big toe. and when i say big i mean big. this is the story: ethan and muff came straight from the pioneer picnic. no bathingsuits. ethan was not into going to get them. he was more into the paper at that time. he said "swim in your clothes". so amay took muff, and beth and i had to watch 'shelly, aaron and packer because ethan was reading the paper in the van with sleeping becca. we were already in the water when all this occured. so the three kids were on the beach right by the water's edge playing with the rocks. bean and i hovered in the shallow water floating on our hands. we began to get cold. we thought "maybe we can go out deeper for one bout of shoulder standing to entertain the kids" as soon as we did this packer started for the logs and long grass looking for his mom. i swam swiftly in while bean took her sweet time. 'shelly retrieved packer from the long grasses only once i arrived in nearness (you can say it that way in swedish). we resumed our shallow watching, this time on a tag team method. one would swim out to warm up come back and tag the other. we did this for a while until we realized "why don't we just get out?" so we did, and the kids were happier to play on the logs. shortly after this occurance ethan came lumbering down the beach as giants tend to do, with the awake becca. he sat down not far from me. it was then that i looked down his leg and got a horrid shock. his toe. on his right foot. it was humungeous. it was mishapen. it was pus-ie and crusty. when i said it looked like a digit the elephant man might have he belted out his ethan laugh. he said it was an ingrown toenail gone bad. i should say so. if i've ever seen a revolting toe it was his. he seems to enjoy it somewhat. he said at the end of the day he takes off his sock and smells the place where his toe was. he said it smells like rotten meat. he said this with gusto. that's the story of ethan's big toe. an unpleasant one to be sure.
when martha and sarah had both arrived, we all went swimming again. because the tide was going out we had to go in at the spot with the rocks are just big and slippery enough to bruise your feet. they shifted and jammed up into your arch with every step. those rocks led to the rocks with barnacles on them. after that was blessed sand. we all went under at the barnacle rocks even though we were not at the customary bellybutton level. saving our feet was the most important. sarsie was the last and her entry into the open arms of the pacific was full of groans and yelps and rigid vigerous movements. katie arrived when we had all had just accomplished warmth and dryness again. twins wanted to go home around this time. luckily mom showed up to trade the truck with the car so she could take the truck to trade for the motorcycle. so she took the twins. katie and martha and i went swimming one last time. michealah swam with us for a little while, her thin long limbs sticking out of her life jacket, and her whole body full of the shakes. she reminded me of katie when we were little. she always got so cold. i never did. this is why i was called 'princess walrus'. not a flattering title, really. martha, katie and i talked and drifted and swam, letting the current pull us way down the beach. when we decided to go back martha started asking me what my favourite was at wendy's. i said "of the salads i like the mandrin chicken. and if i get burgers i get the chicken grill or two jnr. deluxes." "oh, so you only like the healthy stuff..." she looked disappointed. i cheered her up by saying i like anything with bacon, and i do like the spicy chicken, but i don't get it because it's deepfried. so then we started talking about white spot, and she said she liked the mediterranean chicken burger, which doesn't exist anymore, which is sad of course. so i brightened things up by mention of steve's blueberry pie. meanwhile katie complained that we weren't moving but we were. she said "you only think you are but the current is keeping you in one spot." but really she only thought the current was keeping us in one spot, but we were actually moving. how i know that i was right: we made it back to our shoes on the beach. so we must needs have moved. so after this muff went home and when i realized it was six i got up to go. i was exceedingly tired. and i hadn't eaten since 11. i walked a block to where mom left the car. i got in. i tried to start it. tried is the opperative word here. i tried but it would not. i phoned dad. mom said in the background that i should ask a handsome man to help me. she said it was a good 'opportunity'. not an opportunity i was into at that time. anyways, she has a healthy imagination. while waiting for dad i dozed.
later that night i had mambos. then i went to katies and so did martha. martha brought cream and a blackberryraspberryapplepearrhubarb pie that was quite good. martha sat and happily beat the cream by hand as we watched the iron giant. i liked.
so basically that is the long drawn out boring telling of a full day that i had here at the homestead.
mom and dad are looking at houses to buy. to move into. they always have some kind of itch. it's in their natures. mom just came to me and showed me her recipe for randy harfortd's jello salad. she rapsed out in her deep hoarse voice that she wanted to make that today. but she didn't have cool whip. so she said she wanted me to "break the sabbath and go buy some." i said "no way." this reminds me of the time she cheated when we were playing that game. she went to the bathroom and looked up pilate's name in her scriptures. when she came out she said "oh! i remember! it was pilate." at the end of the game she confessed. she surprises you some times. :) of course it was her one and only fall into the ranks of mortals so we all have to bring it up again and again. we have to keep it real.
yesterday when i was talking to fatiebudbudtothetenthpower, i handed her over to dad to say hello. of course dad's topic of choice was the men in budorama's life. of course i had spilled about carvacious. fat was on speaker phone so i heard her say something like, "i knew laura would blab about that." (this bud is a bud that is never surprised.) then i heard my dad tell her to bring carvy over to meet the family, because if he didn't fit with us, then forget it. good point dad. how fatbud could dig a dude that didn't ulitimately jive with the fam, is beyond me. beyond anyone with sense really. right at this moment dad is to be heard snoring in a recliner in the living room. i think he slept there all night. he does such things.
it was windy at piper's yesterday. it made the water all choppy. the tide was on the way out our whole time there, so the current pulling us down the beach and towards the point was strong. all six possible sisters made it. first to arrive on the scene was me and the twinzers. we met muffduff and ethan in the parking lot. a couple of hours later saresie and kyle came striding down the beach, and last but not least, was katie in her cherry 'suit' and pink sunhat. unpleasent discovery: ethan's big toe. and when i say big i mean big. this is the story: ethan and muff came straight from the pioneer picnic. no bathingsuits. ethan was not into going to get them. he was more into the paper at that time. he said "swim in your clothes". so amay took muff, and beth and i had to watch 'shelly, aaron and packer because ethan was reading the paper in the van with sleeping becca. we were already in the water when all this occured. so the three kids were on the beach right by the water's edge playing with the rocks. bean and i hovered in the shallow water floating on our hands. we began to get cold. we thought "maybe we can go out deeper for one bout of shoulder standing to entertain the kids" as soon as we did this packer started for the logs and long grass looking for his mom. i swam swiftly in while bean took her sweet time. 'shelly retrieved packer from the long grasses only once i arrived in nearness (you can say it that way in swedish). we resumed our shallow watching, this time on a tag team method. one would swim out to warm up come back and tag the other. we did this for a while until we realized "why don't we just get out?" so we did, and the kids were happier to play on the logs. shortly after this occurance ethan came lumbering down the beach as giants tend to do, with the awake becca. he sat down not far from me. it was then that i looked down his leg and got a horrid shock. his toe. on his right foot. it was humungeous. it was mishapen. it was pus-ie and crusty. when i said it looked like a digit the elephant man might have he belted out his ethan laugh. he said it was an ingrown toenail gone bad. i should say so. if i've ever seen a revolting toe it was his. he seems to enjoy it somewhat. he said at the end of the day he takes off his sock and smells the place where his toe was. he said it smells like rotten meat. he said this with gusto. that's the story of ethan's big toe. an unpleasant one to be sure.
when martha and sarah had both arrived, we all went swimming again. because the tide was going out we had to go in at the spot with the rocks are just big and slippery enough to bruise your feet. they shifted and jammed up into your arch with every step. those rocks led to the rocks with barnacles on them. after that was blessed sand. we all went under at the barnacle rocks even though we were not at the customary bellybutton level. saving our feet was the most important. sarsie was the last and her entry into the open arms of the pacific was full of groans and yelps and rigid vigerous movements. katie arrived when we had all had just accomplished warmth and dryness again. twins wanted to go home around this time. luckily mom showed up to trade the truck with the car so she could take the truck to trade for the motorcycle. so she took the twins. katie and martha and i went swimming one last time. michealah swam with us for a little while, her thin long limbs sticking out of her life jacket, and her whole body full of the shakes. she reminded me of katie when we were little. she always got so cold. i never did. this is why i was called 'princess walrus'. not a flattering title, really. martha, katie and i talked and drifted and swam, letting the current pull us way down the beach. when we decided to go back martha started asking me what my favourite was at wendy's. i said "of the salads i like the mandrin chicken. and if i get burgers i get the chicken grill or two jnr. deluxes." "oh, so you only like the healthy stuff..." she looked disappointed. i cheered her up by saying i like anything with bacon, and i do like the spicy chicken, but i don't get it because it's deepfried. so then we started talking about white spot, and she said she liked the mediterranean chicken burger, which doesn't exist anymore, which is sad of course. so i brightened things up by mention of steve's blueberry pie. meanwhile katie complained that we weren't moving but we were. she said "you only think you are but the current is keeping you in one spot." but really she only thought the current was keeping us in one spot, but we were actually moving. how i know that i was right: we made it back to our shoes on the beach. so we must needs have moved. so after this muff went home and when i realized it was six i got up to go. i was exceedingly tired. and i hadn't eaten since 11. i walked a block to where mom left the car. i got in. i tried to start it. tried is the opperative word here. i tried but it would not. i phoned dad. mom said in the background that i should ask a handsome man to help me. she said it was a good 'opportunity'. not an opportunity i was into at that time. anyways, she has a healthy imagination. while waiting for dad i dozed.
later that night i had mambos. then i went to katies and so did martha. martha brought cream and a blackberryraspberryapplepearrhubarb pie that was quite good. martha sat and happily beat the cream by hand as we watched the iron giant. i liked.
so basically that is the long drawn out boring telling of a full day that i had here at the homestead.
mom and dad are looking at houses to buy. to move into. they always have some kind of itch. it's in their natures. mom just came to me and showed me her recipe for randy harfortd's jello salad. she rapsed out in her deep hoarse voice that she wanted to make that today. but she didn't have cool whip. so she said she wanted me to "break the sabbath and go buy some." i said "no way." this reminds me of the time she cheated when we were playing that game. she went to the bathroom and looked up pilate's name in her scriptures. when she came out she said "oh! i remember! it was pilate." at the end of the game she confessed. she surprises you some times. :) of course it was her one and only fall into the ranks of mortals so we all have to bring it up again and again. we have to keep it real.
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