Monday, October 11, 2010


And browsing my sisters blog. This is the result:

This amuses me greatly, LazyPhil posted this on her blog in 2005:

Aileen Chenoa and Jeanine Lahela were born on Wednesday the 13th. I don’t know what time or any of the size/weight details yet. Received a tired and groggy phone call from Rebekah on Saturday. Unfortunately I was ordering people and their suitcases around on a sidewalk and so did not get a chance to talk to her in person. However it appears that they are all ok, and they all three (four if you count Joe) went home on Saturday.
I’m excited and yet trying to resign myself to never seeing them and these kids will never even know who I am. I’m just old. I make myself think of all of the people who mom sees and says “Oh, I used to be good friends with her mom” and I have never even seen or met any of them. So now I’m in the position of being the mom’s old friend.
That’s depressing.

Now those two girls call her "Aunt C", and are spending next week at our house while their parents... do something, I'm not sure what. It just goes to show that you never know where you'll be in 5 years. :)

Saturday, October 9, 2010


My pirate name is:

Bloody Jenny Flint

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Aliens Exist

Hey mom there's something in the backroom
I hope it's not the creatures from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real (these were real)
I'd leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I wish someone would tell me what was right

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

I am still the skeptic yes you know me (yes you know me)
Been best friends and will be till we die (till we die)
I got an injection
Of of fear from the abduction
My best friend thinks I'm just telling lies


Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation
Information, nice to know ya, paranoia
Where's my mother, biofather...

Up all night long
And there's something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys...
Twelve majestic lies...

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Me? Or not?

So, I know LazyPhil is usually the one who has alien encounters, but I believe I may have been... TAKEN!!!!!!!!

I have found a spot on my arm that looks and feels suspiciously like I've been injected with something. (Although I can't remember the last time I was at the drs and actually had an injection.) I don't recall any bright lights or missing time, and I haven't had any nosebleeds for a while, so, I'm not sure exactly what they were doing. (Notice I didn't say "So, I'm not sure I was abducted.)

Like I have said before, I can't remember ever having been injected, so I really have nothing to base my theory on. Except for the fact that most of my siblings have been hospitalized/been to the dentist recently enough that I can remember their whiny complaints about the itchy, burning swelling spot on their inner elbow.

And I really, really can't explain it. Ya' know, sometimes LazyPhil just says she doesn't know where her odd cuts, bruises and writing come from, just for the reaction. (The rest of us are usually witness to the causes.) I really don't know. I'm a little, tiny bit worried.

It looks like it may be a bee sting, but it's late, I haven't been outside lately and I'm not sure how a bee could've stung me without me noticing. And, a bee sting wouldn't make my whole arm ache.

So now I'm not sure I'm me... Or, maybe I'm not sure she's not me... Or maybe I'm not sure if her conscious isn't invading my conscious... Or maybe I'm not sure that the Aliens don't think she's "used up", and have decided to move on to newer and more interesting prey. Hence, the title.

P.S. I had a nosebleed later... now I know I'v been abducted.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Eh, Whatever. *Shrug*

I saw this on a blog while I was browsing. Thought it looked pretty interesting.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

Mine was The Complete Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook.

"The reliability of executing this shot decreases considerably if the top of the ball is more than half an inch below the water line. Take off your shoes and socks. If you cannot stand on the bank, step into the water barefoot."

I believe it is talking about golfing. The sentences are not particularly "cool" or "intellectual", but the book is awesome. L1 got it for his birthday. Which was yesterday. He turned 19. NOT FAIR!!