Don't take the girl

Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holding a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we can't leave her behind
Son, I know you don't want her to go
but someday you'll change your mind
And Johnny said "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, take my best friend Bo
Take anybody that you want as long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy, please don't take the girl

Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips
In front of the picture show
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm
Said "If you do what I tell you to, there
won't be any harm" And Johnny said
"Take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
Here's the watch that my grandpa gave me
Here's the key to my car
Mister give it a whirl
But please don't take the girl

Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Five years down the road
There's going to be a little one, and she says it's time to go
Doctor says the baby's fine but you'll have to leave
'Cause his momma's fading fast and Johnny hit his knees
And there he prayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I'll gladly take her place if you'll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please don't take the girl

Morning

Here it is, nearly 8:30 in the morning on a cold Thursday, and I sit here writing a blog entry. It may be a rather unorthodox time, but I feel it is necessay, because I'm about to forget what I have to say.

This is about the birds. As I brushed my teeth this morning, I looked out the window, as explained so many times previously. Now, noting the birds' long absense, I had no premonition of seeing them today. Yet, as I turned to look our my little round window, the bluebonnets painted to the glass, I saw... a bird. One single, solitary, orange bellied, yellow beaked, brown backed, white butted bird. Pooping on my roof.

Well, I was shocked. I frantically searched the skies and neighboring rooftops for the return of my fine-feathered friends, but they were no where to be seen. The only bird anywhere was the one. On my roof. I feel sort of special in that respect. But then, it was time to spit. And when I was done, I turned back, and the bird, like a flash, was gone (not that I imagine these disproportionate birds flying fast...).

Was this the last time for me to ever see one of these ugly birds? Was it just the one coming back to say goodbye? Or perhaps he was warning me against the big black crows? Maybe the rest of his friends got hit by trucks? Stay tuned to find out.

Then the Cops Came

Ahh... Inspiration to write!

Today, a lady from Remax called and said that Mr. White would like to come and show the house between 3:30 and 5, meaning that we, the owners are not allowed to be home during that time. So, Brent and Dad found a movie they'd like to see and I decided to run my errands.

After driving around aimlessly for an hour and a half, I turned back home. It was only just then 5, so I drove by the front of the house first to make sure everyone was gone. The coast was clear! I parked in the garage, grabbed my load of stuff from the car, and came inside. I dropped all my stuff right by the backdoor, then went into the kitchen to thow my CC's cup away. Coming back to get my stuff, I noticed a cop peeking in the front door.

Well, I was suprised to say the least. He hadn't rung the doorbell or knocked, he was just looking around. Then he started backing away. I went and unlocked the front door. He said "Hi. Did an alarm go off here?" This was kind of akward. Here I am, the only one home, yet I have no idea if the alarm system went off or not. I explained to him that I had only gotten home maybe 40 seconds ago and I was the only one here. I also explained to him that between 3:30 and 5, real estate agents had been showing my house to prospective buyers. He told me "hang out right here" (meaning the entry way) and that he was going to go check around just to make sure things were ok.

And so, for maybe 5 minutes or so, I sat on the staircase, listening to him look through all of our rooms, showers, and closets, for prospective burglars/murders or whatnot. And since I had been driving home, I had been on the phone with Nick. As I was waiting Nick brought up the subject again of Home Alone, the movie and sequel we had just been discussing. He theorized that maybe the cop wasn't a cop at all, since I couldn't see his car, and maybe he was only a burglar dressed up like a cop, like in the movie, just casing the joint so that he could come back later and "rob us blind." Thank you, Nick.

After a while, the cop came back. He said he didn't find anything out of place. (How would he know where everything's place is, anyway?) Then he petted my cats for a while, and then left. In a cop car, might I add. Then I started wondering why the alarm was set in the first place. My dad and brother were the last to leave, and if they had set the alarm, they only would have done so if they were sure the realator knew the code. And if she knew the code, why did it go off?

After talking with Nick, I decided I had to call someone. My dad and brother, being at a movie, were not my first choice, but my mom, on a scrapbooking retreat in the middle of nowhere, Texas, with nothing to do but crop pictures all day, was a prime candidate. I called her cell phone, and miraculously, she had reception. I explained to her what just happened with the cop and the peering and the searching and the Home Alone, and all she did was laugh. Thank you, Mom.

Bottom line: Dude, a cop came and searched my house today!

Inspired by Boris

Yes, that's right, I said 'Inspired by Boris.' You know those things he does every once in a while where he puts all the funny things people say to him in a blog entry? Well I about died laughing today because of aim. Yet, due to the extended... circumstances... I felt changing my profile to say these things might be a bit... scary. So I've placed them here! For your enjoyment. Or mine anyway...


[making fun of a girl we used to know...]
TrumpetGuy327: like, so this guy TOUCHED me todat I went to the mall
TrumpetGuy327: jack really likes me and rachel told andrea that matt likes me but i really like the drum major guy teehee went on a date! Ursula and Topanga are jealous but I don't care teehee!
TrumpetGuy327: Party yesterday soo fun, but like it was bad and I didn't have fun
TrumpetGuy327: but it was a lot of fun


[A rather sensitive subject?]
MALariette: i'd rather date my sister


[Why to not go to band camp]
GriMmY7798: i'm not made of money
GriMmY7798: i can't just chop off my arm and send it to them
GriMmY7798: a) because i need my arm to play
GriMmY7798: and b) because i'm not made of money anyway


[Fun in history class]
chsMaestro4: and i got on the floor, assumed the fetal position, and slept


[Talking about my Mother's mysterious road trip to Austin]
TrumpetGuy327: maybe she tried to assassinate the governer
TrumpetGuy327: or maybe she SAVED him
TrumpetGuy327: or maybe she sold a million dollars worth of Avon to the state
Energetic56: and dad took her car today
Energetic56: how'd she get there?
TrumpetGuy327: MAYBE! she walked
TrumpetGuy327: and that's why she's on the news
TrumpetGuy327: kinda like that Forrest Gump guy


[More incentive to stay home from camp]
GriMmY7798: OR!!!!
GriMmY7798: we can both just stay in coppell
GriMmY7798: and use the 450 on cool stuff
GriMmY7798: like..
GriMmY7798: lots and lots and lots of crayons
GriMmY7798: soap
GriMmY7798: board games that would last us a lifetime
GriMmY7798: our great great great grandchildren would still be up to their necks in this stuff

[I don't have an explanation for this one]
TrumpetGuy327: "moo"


[Not funny but uber nice, so thanks, hsu]
Energetic56: ill do the right thing
GriMmY7798: i know you will
GriMmY7798: if you ever need to vent
GriMmY7798: <--
GriMmY7798: :-)


[I don't really understand this myself...]
TrumpetGuy327: I wonder if I used that one day last year like in sectionals and left it
TrumpetGuy327: and he picked it up and put it in a drawer somewhere and forgot about it
Energetic56: that one day?
TrumpetGuy327: lol
TrumpetGuy327: didn't mean to say that
TrumpetGuy327: i mean, "that"
TrumpetGuy327: the word, "that"
TrumpetGuy327: wait
TrumpetGuy327: I mean
TrumpetGuy327: I wonder if I used that...meaning the tuner
TrumpetGuy327: one day
TrumpetGuy327: meaning some day


{Don't know what to say about this either...]
chsMaestro4: fuhreak


And yeah, I realize that's only like... 4 people maybe? I'm too lazy to count. And also that they're probably not funny unless you know the people. And that they might actually not be funny at all. In which case this whole thing is a waste. And that's what the edit button is for, so I can go and save face later with a decent entry when I have time.... Have a good day.

I figured out what the worst job in the world must be.

Septic Tank cleaner/ repairer

Think about it. That's gross.

Why was the broom late for school?

He over swept!!

ASHLEY ROCKS!!!

Once upon a time there was this girl. This was a very special girl who had superpowers. She could make everyone around her laugh and she could light up anybody's day. Everyone wanted to be around her because of this, and sometimes people would even fight over who would get to spend time with her. But there was plenty of her to go around, and everybody marveled at this awesome girl with her shining personality. This girl was named Ashley. And Ashley just plain rocks.

-posted by Nick (sneaky, sneaky)

Knock, Knock!
Who's there?
Gorrilla!
Gorilla who?
Gorilla me a sandwich!

Today the world fell down.

Jets vs. Hot Air Balloons

If you could buy a jet or a hot air balloon, which would you buy?

Why jets are cool:
1) They fly
2) They're fast
3) They're big
4) You can put furniture and tvs and stuff inside
5) You can put flight attendants and pilots inside inside
6) People are impressed when you tell them you have one (like a limo)!
7) People make movies about jets but how many movies have you seen about hot air balloons?

Why hot air balloons are cool:
1) They float
2) They're quiet
3) You can land them almost anywhere
4) They're colorful
5) You can enter contests and festivals
6) Your ears don't pop
7) You're allowed to use your cell phone while youre onboard

Now, having pointed all of these out, I think I would rather have my own jet. Having a hot air balloon would be really cool, but you can't do much with it. You can't put your car inside and take it to italy, if it rains you get wet, and if the wind is blowing really hard I imagine it must be hard to steer. Also, I hate folding sheets and stuff, so I don't think folding up the big balloon would please me. And what if someone pops your balloon? A jet on the other hand I bet is pretty fun to fly, plus you can cross continents lickety-split. All and all a jet is more convienent to own, and probably more worth your money, even if they are more expensive. I guess it all comes down to would you rather float or fly? Yeah and I know number 7 on Jets was kind of a stretch, but it's a good point anyway.