A Message From The Past

Today, I went to go help move The Rainbow Company Youth Theater out of the Reed Whipple Cultural Center.  It was expected to take a total of 2 days, but we moved it in under 3 hours. Pretty exciting. However something REALLY weird happened.

It was the last time we were ever going to be there. And my dad's watch conked out. 

As the group gathered in the conference room of the new building, my dad announced this. I said, "Time's up." And that is true. 

The man who the building was named after was Reed Whipple, and I believe that this was his message that the Rainbow Company is going to have a better, brighter future.

The rainbow after the storm, so to speak.

I Use Motorized Scissors and Eat Burritos

We were doing yard-work for the house. The house is on the market. I feel sad and full of Taco Bell.

My father had me do the edges of the yard, because the Realtor was coming over to take pictures, and it had to look good. So, I was hunched over, like I was the Hunchback of Las Vegas. Good thing I'm not. So, consequently, my leg hurts. I had fun. Later, we went to Taco Bell and I had one of those "Big Box Meals". My mom promptly ate one of my tacos, and I had to get another one for me and one for my sister. I said, "2 MexiMelts, please." But then, my  sister quickly said, "And one Soft Taco." So, I was stuck with two MexiMelts. What do you do?

I know. Eat them.  And, I did.

One last thing.

I have been making some site changes. I now have a Favicon, or, one of those small pictures next to the title or address of the site. Yay! I also have a logo, if you haven't noticed. Thirdly, I have posted a search and follow by email add-ins. At the top, I have posted a poll.

May the odds be ever in your favor, and remember, tomorrow  is another big, big, day!

Orange Moon brings Realtors

If you hadn't heard, there was a lunar eclipse today, and I did see it, although it wasn't visible in North America (Nice. Wait, what?) I'm still in North America, where it is 106 degrees. I watched it on Slooh and, well, the moon was orange. It was possibly the weirdest thing I had ever seen.  The moon was glowing orange. Like radiating the color.

And my friend missed it. The next really good will be in another 11 years. Poor Joetom2000.

Today, a Realtor is coming over to have my parents sign some papers and put the house on the market. Fun, right? Not, whatsoever. He might put the inevitable in the yard. The sign.



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

A Magical Purple Putty Teaches Me About Life

My sister was playing with her purple putty she bought at her school while we were cleaning (i'm not a Cinderella!) and i noticed something about it. The putty melds to your hand when you squish it, with not much give. The putty resembles your personality, decisions, and goals. The putty melds to certain situations, or the hand, and resembles how you handle them. The putty has a lot of give, but has certain goals and doesn't meld completely  correctly. An example would be today's economy in the U.S. An entrepreneur would have to make the best of the economy and have it meld to his decisions. That is the story behind the Purple Putty.

Other than learning from the magical putty, I learned that cleaning ceiling fans with a rag and a cleaning chemical is much better than with a vacuum.  The vacuum doesn't suck up everything on the fan blades and you have to go back and do it again.

I probably don't sound very happy today, probably because I'm not. This entire business of cleaning isn't very fun. Why are we cleaning? We are moving.

I strongly, strongly, strongly dislike it.

Nothing sits with me worse.

I feel nothing towards the future, except for seventh grade and vacation.

Nothing else.