The Secrets To Life!

Another Birthday

2009-10-07T20:29:00.000-07:00

Happy belated birthday, Sara! I know, it was over a week ago, but you're my favorite sister, and I love you. I really miss you, and can’t wait to see your smile, shortness, and blondness once again (“What’s served with the spaghetti and meatball plate?”).

Look at her nice teeth

The wind was blowing our hair in our mouths

You sneezed right when this photo was taken

You made such a good “Baby”

-B

Greetings

2009-09-28T20:55:00.000-07:00

It is 11:54 p.m. on a Sunday night (Sunday, SUNDAY!) and I’m filled with a variety of edible things. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. I’m here to talk about the weather, believe it or not (at least for a bit). It’s cloudy, windy, and rainy – my favorite type of weather. It makes me just want to wrap up in Eman’s blanket (which turned out not to be his blanket, after all, but that’s another story) and read a good novel. But since I DON’T have a good novel, I’ve decided to post! But I really don’t know what to say. I haven’t blogged since July something, and I hear nothing coming to mind…except for…the Mexican radio. Why is that even on? Don’t ask me. I was thinking earlier today of an excuse why I haven’t been posting as much as I should. I came up with a few good ones: I shouldn’t need to write down what my days consist of, and definitely not what I’m thinking, in public. If you want to know, ask me personally. If I don’t want to answer you…well, we’ll think of a solution to that later. See, it all works out beautifully, I mean, these 52 posts are all rated G! And you wouldn’t think Trina and I were able to do that, would you? That’s why we always say “you learn something new every day!”

Something to lighten the mood:
-Heidi

Birthday Surprise: 17 is Sweeter than 16

2009-07-29T18:20:00.000-07:00

Today’s the last hour of my beloved 17th birthday. Last night at 12:00, I went to bed with the confidence that I was indeed 17. Nothing could harm me. I was proved wrong, as 2 hours later, I awoke (for reasons of hunger), and was greeted by 2 beady cockroach eyes. FREAKED me out, and naturally I didn’t want to go back to sleep, which gave me time to think (after I got a bowl of rocky-road ice-cream) about this special day. Most of the thoughts being centered around the cockroach, and what God was trying to tell me through it. By the end of my pondering, I didn’t know anymore than I did before it showed up. What a night. Finally, my fear resided as I felt sleep envelop my senses. Zzzzzz….

8 hours later: I woke to mother walking in my room with birthday presents (which I knew included chocolate, as I checked the night before :D), so I couldn’t just go back to sleep. No way. I opened the gift bag, and therein was an awesome purse, black with silver handles, dark chocolate chip cookies, lindt dark chocolate truffles, and a pink, flower-shaped candle. I became so engrossed in the chocolates (story of my life) I forgot to drink my customary pint of water prior to breakfast! Finally, I tumbled out of bed and made myself coffee…and ate more cookies. Hunger satisfied, we drove to the library to pick out a movie. I couldn’t decide whether Grease or Devil Wears Prada sounded better. I still don’t, but I picked Devil Wears Prada because I’ve never seen it before. And I still don’t know if it’s good or not, because Josh took me to the theatres. Oh, and before I forget: Trina, I will not forget you didn’t remember my birthday, after knowing each other half our lives. “Well, you didn’t tell me…” LOL I didn’t think I’d have to. Well, I was wrong. But I guess I deserved it, as I forgot your last birthday too. And under the circumstances it was, I think I’m the worse friend out of the 2 of us…

December 18:
Phebe: Time to sing happy birthday!
Heidi: For WHO?”

Honestly Trina, I have no idea how I forgot that, because that’s what I went over for! I’m truly sorry, but I will laugh at that for the rest of my life. 2 best friends, forgetting eachother’s birthdays. All I can say is we're getting pretty close to that age where short term memory loss starts interfering.

Photos. While we waited for the movie to start, Josh and I walked around, and I took photos of him in front of some posters.

Josh: I look good. I mean really good (I'm not trying to make him sound vain, he REALLY said that).

And I have no idea what this one is, but he said he was supposed to be smothering some woman's face...?

-Heidi

I THINK I WOULD KNOW IF MY BEST FRIEND WAS IN MY ROOM!

2009-07-19T01:53:00.000-07:00

So it's four in the morning and there's loud snoring noises coming form unidentified characters in in this haunted house I'm staying in. Last night I tried to escape...only to find that weights weren't the only thing I couldn't lift...

But before I ask you if your crying yet or on your knees in desperate prayer for me let me take you to the beginning of a young teens present situation.
The other day...while I was just minding my own business...

...I received a letter from my counselor...(like why does everyone think I have problems?)...

Well it didn't say much, just that I am to be on lock down for three weeks, for my own good. To help my soul replenish and my spirit flourish. They even gave this event a name...something something T.P. Like what was I suppose to think, I have plenty of toilet pater, and if its more I need well the house down the road has some...so naturally I went after it...but there was nothing natural about it.

The house swallowed me and now my mental assignments that previously had a deadline will just have to wait.

-Trina

"Stupid Dresses...Stupid Flowers"

2009-05-02T20:34:00.000-07:00

Actually, I really love this dress.

-Heidi

Bake, Baking, Baked

2009-04-23T20:11:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, two girls blissfully (much too blissfully) baked chocolate chip cookies. These girl’s names were Tkrina and HighD.

Tkrina, more than happy to be alive and well:

Who paid for that floor? Not me!

Don't mess with Texans.

HighD, showing off the works of her hands (and looking quite disgusting, if I may say so):

Do you want cookies? Then you should've made some!

-HighD and Tkrina

"No Life, Without Wife"

2009-03-15T20:45:00.000-07:00

We love this movie...and we love you. We really need to make this blog private.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61lE_8YNnCI

-Heidi and Trina

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-14T21:45:00.000-08:00

So cliché, but what do you expect, "Happy Halloween"? Sorry, only Mindy and I can say that on W. Jefferson St., standing on crates, waving mops about our heads, and throwing rocks at passerbys, when it was REALLY New Years. That was a really fun time, by the way. Well, I do hope your day was filled with lots of chocolate, roses, and the color red! I know mine wasn't. Actually, everything BUT the red. I almost accidentally picked out a red shirt to wear today, but remembered it was Valentine's Day and it would be terribly gay to wear one just like everyone else. Hash. Uh I meant to say “haha". Happy Valentine’s Day.

-Heidi

Just Like Old Times

2009-02-02T20:31:00.001-08:00

Haaaa these are so great. Jules, you were such a mental case, wearing Walter's clothes ("OMG he's so hot! Do you know his brother? Is he hot too?!?" WHO IS SHE? WHAT'S HER NAME? BRAZIL? NEPAL? LOL

-Heidi

A New Post

2009-01-27T20:57:00.000-08:00

So for school today I had to write a story about a visit to a diversity, which is an old, old wooden ship used in the Civil War era. Haha actually, no. Enough rambling, because my stomach’s rumbling, and I must eat. I had to write about the discovery of some ancient pottery, a homeless child surviving on the streets in a large city, an idea of my own, or a visit to an old, abandoned house. I chose the visit to an old, abandoned house. I’ve never visited one myself, so I just made one up. Only read if you have time to kill. Which I’m sure you do, or else you wouldn’t be on this blog in the first place! Either that, you are my loyal friend, or think I will be hurt if I think you don’t want to keep up with the random happenings of my life. Did you ever expect me to put a story meant for school on here? I couldn’t say myself, because I’ve never thought of it. Anything is possible. Read on, if you please. PLEASE! – No pressure.

* * *

While walking up the steps at twilight into the daunting building that was once a dwelling place to persons who are dead now, and which is now supposed to be haunted, I rummage through my handbag for a flashlight, to see through the soon-to-be darkness. I’m doing the very thing I’ve told myself and others would be the last thing I do – going into a haunted house. Truest thing I’ve ever said. My friends think it great fun to raid Victorian houses, most of the time because they have valuable objects, just waiting to be found, and other times because they think there’s nothing better to do, which is probably quite accurate in their miserable case. And when I refused, they gave me the label, quisling, and said in order to stay with them, I have to do what they say. And if I don’t, I become a fugitive. While lost in my pensive state, I don’t realize I have walked through the door already, of which my closest friend holds open for me, with a pathetic look on her face that says “I can’t do anything about it”. “Oh, thanks.” I say sarcastically. Little do I know, this will be the last time I see her. The others look queerly at me, as if half expecting me to run away. Presently, she closes the door, and I am alone. I stand still for a few moments, only breathing, to recollect my thoughts. I am to find an ornate locket of immense value that is rumored to have been hidden here sometime in the 1800’s. This is not to be a baleful event, but one which I receive my well earned respect from my “friends”. In thinking this, I experience an acute pain in the back of my head for a fraction of a second. I remember no more.

-Heidi...of course

Happenings

2009-01-22T20:23:00.000-08:00

Half the day has disappeared, yet it feels like morning. I started this wretched day with a strong cup of Brazilian coffee, an egg, and an English muffin. This time of day is the time you will find me in my most pleasant state. Firstly, because I'm in a very good mood after having my coffee (though a few minutes before you may find me in a most horrid mood from being woken up from my sleep), and secondly, I have not yet started my school, so the…pollutants from it have not begun their mischief among my brain cells. This may sound strange to you, but since when was I concerned about what you think? Now on to a lighter subject: Yesterday was a teen activity, which consisted of Trina's mother getting upset with us for a variety of reasons, none of them being, though SHOULD be: Trina and I messing up food during cooking class (nothing new), getting lost, Jacob (a.k.a Jack) and I eating the whole kitchen, me being traumatized at the thought of having to write a short story, taking refuge (claiming I wrote it, rather) under Jacob's ("The Old Grouch"). ANYWAY, enough explaining unsystematic* happenings for today. I’ll try and keep you updated on my rousing* and electrifying* vida*!

*unsystematic: CHECK YOUR DICTIONARY!

*rousing: CHECK YOUR ANTONYM BOOK! (yes, I really DO mean antonym book, even though they don’t exist.)

*electrifying: GO STAND BY A TREE IN A STORM AND I’LL SHOW YOU! Haha no, no, I don’t mean that. Check your antonym book. They really should make one of those.

*vida: Uhh go rent a Spanish dictionary, cause I don’t even know what that means.

P.S. I thought this was funny:

-Heidi

Frank Iero & Gerard Way...Wannabes

2009-01-11T12:54:00.000-08:00

Cheers, friends. I'm on the verge of starvation. Not literally, though, thank God.

Anyway, here are some photos of Juliet and I, pretending to be Frank Iero and Gerard Way: (Pitiful, isn't it?)

Frank Iero

Gerard Way

-Heidi

Frank Iero's Got A Pedophile Beard!!!

2009-01-11T12:28:00.000-08:00

...And a black eye, I think.

And let's not forget he also has a 'there's-gotta-be-something-wrong-with-that-guy' hat

He's really keeping up with the styles of our times!

-Heidi

Happy New Year!

Verano

2008-12-30T17:32:00.001-08:00

Hot chicks getting lucky with McDonald:

It was so good seeing you, Summer. I'm gonna miss you!

-Heidi

"What Happened To Your Hand?"

2008-12-18T18:17:00.000-08:00

Stupid little girl...haha just kidding...I actually thought it was pretty interesting.

Art by Lars Justinsen

-Heidi

Things from the Heart, and other Things

2008-11-01T22:27:00.000-07:00

I'll let this story speak for itself.

-Heidi

Mental

2008-10-28T20:26:00.000-07:00

Happy Halloween, sorry, no candy (said in a thick Mexican accent). I am completely at lost for words right now. Again my mom has Mexican music on that is ruining my blogging channel. No, this will not work. Not at all. I will leave you with these pictures. Peace I leave with you.

-Heidi

The Moment The Fierce Wind Whipped My Hair About My Face And I Did Not Stop It, I Knew I Was In Love

2008-10-27T20:36:00.000-07:00

She was simply sitting there in the mall lot, alone, dejected. ‘Wasn’t the mall a place where friends hung out?’ I asked myself. How I wanted to ask her name. I thought I knew it, I was sure I'd heard of her, being in this small town it would be impossible not to. But not knowing much about her type stopped me from approaching the beauty. It was hard, for I longed to hear her and touch the silvery skin of hers that almost sparkled in the sun light that Sunday morning. I debated with myself again whether or not I should speak to her. ‘She might ignore me...I could not stand to humiliate myself further,’ I thought. For I realized I'd been staring at her the past several minutes. I looked away quickly, but took a peek from the corner of my eye and realized she hadn't taken note of my presence. I decided I could risk one more look at her. At that moment I understood she was looking at the traffic. Traffic? I hadn’t noticed how crowded it had gotten since I was distracted by this…goddess. No other way to describe her. I wanted to take her from her owner…I wanted to steal. The thought repulsed me as well as excited me. ‘Could she one day be mine?’ There was only one way to find out. I took a few steps and stopped. ‘Can I do this? What will I say? I would certainly make myself look like a fool.’ I’d never owned one before…not like this. She was different. I could tell, even though I’d never met her. I’d only seen her from a distance until now. I’d realized I’d started walking again. This time faster. Anticipation? Or was it just wanting to know the outcome? I was now only about three yards from her and hadn’t noticed the beautifully creative tattoos that intertwined her shapely body. Except one was a…”Bullet?” I thought aloud. Was that the crack of a smile? At that moment I knew there was no going back. With or without the tacky bullet tattoo. I had to speak to her. Now. Make her mine. I reached out, and at that same moment someone from behind me spoke “Can I help you?” The man said. *Sigh* I knew it was too good to be true. The owner had come. To take her away…perhaps for forever. I could not stand the thought and wanted to rip her away with me, but instead I held my innocence. “Oh. Hello.” I said in what I thought was an innocent enough tone. ‘Come on, you have to work up something better than this.’ I thought to myself. ‘And you must be upsetting her too. She’ll think you’re a complete idiot now she got the gist of your intentions’ But no. She didn’t say a word. Instead, she stared in the direction of the traffic. Content looking. Like she had a job to do. How odd. All this happened in a moment and I came back to the present. “Umm…I was just admiring your…car here. 1982 Mustang, am I correct?” I didn’t sound that bad. I smiled inwardly. “Yes, that’s right.” He grinned *beep beep* He unlocked her, and was getting in. “You know, you aren’t the only one who does this…but it’d be nice to get a break.” He chided jokingly. My face turned scarlet. “But I guess it’s my fault for owning her, eh? But I don’t think anyone could stay away from this one. Nice meeting you.” He smiled again, and with that, he drove off.

Haha! You thought I was talking about someone like this, right?
WRONG! Yahaha enjoy your life!

-D'Abadie

A Hate Note -- To Heidi

2008-10-25T18:24:00.000-07:00

Oh, why must ye be such a rectless tomorment to eyes, ears, and even my very being.
Making everyone around you hate you so much that they rather put a gun to their head
and pull the trigger then spend one moment with you. Saying sorry in your head but
having no one forgive you, for the guilt and torment you put everyone under. Is this a
spell, or just another broken soul looking for something more, you get everything you want.
so dont make the rest of us suffer for it when you don’t.

-Miracle Rosalie Oehler

"Dude, Where's My Broom?"

2008-10-20T11:51:00.000-07:00

Foreword: I thought this was really funny...disfrutar (I most likely did NOT spell that right.)

by Calindra V. Riddle

Harry: Dude...
Ron: *snoring*
-Dude! Wake up!
-Huh...
-Dude, what happened to us last night? Last thing I remember was drinking loads of butterbeer and...Oh no!!
-What is it, dude?
-My broom!
-What about it?
-Its not here!! Dude! Where's my broom?
-I don't know. Last thing I remember was making out with a girl with bushy brown hair who was real smart...
-Dude, if we don't find that broom... my godfather will kill me!
-Like Voldemort killed your parents! hehehe...
-Dude, that is like soooo not funny!
-Relax scar-dude, just a joke.
-Ok, where did we go last night?
-I don't remember, some place with butterbeer. Alot of butterbeer...
-Maybe someone saw us! Let's go ask around..
-Er, hello!! Dude, no one SAW us, we totally used your dad's invisibility cloak!
-Bummer. Whoa dude!! You got a tattoo on your back!!
-No way!!! Hey you got one too but what does mine say?
-You are such a loser, dude! Your tattoo says I LOVE DIVINATION!! hahahaha *Harry rolls over laughing* What does mine say?
-Ha! YOUR tattoo says I LOVE POTIONS CLASS!!! *Ron rolls over laughing*
-Dude, I am NEVER drinking butterbeer again.
-Me neither, dude... Dude?
-What?
-Where's my rat?

-Guess who

Something Recent

2008-10-02T20:57:00.000-07:00

I had no idea what to post about and I felt compelled to cause I haven't in weeks and I just HAVE to keep you updated on my exciting life, right?! So yeah, school seems to be the time I get my inspiration for artsy things, and here's a little something I drew while spacing out (as usual).

-Heidi

What Should I Name This?

2008-09-04T21:31:00.001-07:00

I miss you Tina, and our beach days. I've decided a year and a half later to finally post the photos. I miss fighting over how many grams of fiber grapefruit juice has, (doesn't have any as I have prooved haha! Victory is mine!), running in the rain in the morning, and last but not least -- Zebra Dancing! I love you so much, and it makes me feel wretched that I will be going to Louisianna in a few days near your Birthday and I won't even be seeing you! However, I remain your loyal, ardent, and mental friend.

-HighD

Proud Prats

2008-08-14T20:05:00.000-07:00

The guys (Marky) INSISTED I put up these as well:

-Heidi

Freaky Fridays

2008-08-13T20:49:00.000-07:00

Warning: This tale is not entirely accurate. None the less...

(Male # 1 = Marky
Male # 2 = Chris
Female # 1 = Heidi)

This is how this explicit story began. (I'm not sure if explicit is the right word but it's the word that came to mind...God given...)

Male #1 gets blue paint on his pants.
Male #2 gets pink paint thrown in his hair and runs to the safety of Male # 1's room (followed in hot pursuit by a vicious 13 year old by the name of Lily...or Rosa...one of the 2).

Males # 1 and 2 decide to go to sleep when female # 1 decides to ring the door bell to make the inhabitants aware she has arrived. Sleeping people awake to the sound of the bell...skipping a few minutes, Male # 1 (Marky) is in the kitchen in his underpants washing the paint out of his over pants with the help of male # 2 (Chris). Female # 1 (Heidi) asks several times what is in his pants and gets no answer. Is upset and hereby decides the males are self centered and goes off to find the cat. Lost and not found, returns to males, only to find male # 2 pouring bottles of various colors of acrylic paint on his hair as well as male # 1’s. The fumes sting the nostrils (not in a good way) of female # 1 as well as females Lily and Rosa. Someone requests the use of the camera and this is how these photos came to be. Tada!

Chris: "Marky, we have to make really bad ass faces for this one..."

A tad wrong

Marky: "I look like Van Couver!"

And there's me...

-Heidi the horrendous

"60% Of The Time, It Works EVERY Time!"

2008-07-24T14:22:00.001-07:00

What I 0rigionally wrote got deleted. So basically it was my dear friend Heidi's birthday yesterday.

This beauty is now 16 and is in fact authoring this entire post, now that the other has most unluckily been deleted. Yes, it's me. I feel honored to write out to all my dear fans. I am being bitten at this very moment my incredulously violent ants.

P.S. And to my fellow Leos, you are most special to me...Happy birthday, Premi, Marky, Mercy, Laura, Claire, Flo, and last but not least, Daniel Radcliffe. I have the same birthday as him, so I feel quite privileged. Take care, friends.

Our own worlds...

Angels

Hahaha

She thinks she's Benjamin Franklin

'Eww there's a bug in the cake!'

-Birthday girl

Tom Felton vs. George Burger

2008-07-01T20:34:00.000-07:00

RACHEL I'M SO MAD AT YOU!!! Now, for all of you who would be so kind as to VOTE...be honest, please, this may not seem important, but my sanity relies on it. So take a close look at these photos, and then vote on the poll up to your left.

Below: George Berger (SICK MAN WITH NO MORALS!)

Below: Tom Felton

-Heidi

PLEASE VOTE!

First Post Dedicated To A Particular Person

2008-06-26T20:37:00.000-07:00

That is a lie! I love Rachel! That is not. I love Rachel so much, infact, I will sacrifice my precious watching of spanish-dubbed-Japanese-cartoon time to write and upload photos of our most memorious times. I don't know if memorious is a word, but that's what makes me special: my ability to invent words. And if it is a real word...well...who cares.

Here's a few of mine and Rachel's favorite lines:

"Hey B, Rupert and I were just dining on playdough and bits of carpet. Care to join us?"

"Neigh, that PLEASES me!"

"It's FAAAKKEE!!!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! You can't swear at my fiance!"

"Well YOU can't MARRY my WIFE!"

"I look good. I mean REALLY good. HEY EVERYONE! COME AND SEE HOW GOOD I LOOK!"

And a couple other odd things that may mean nothing to you, but have helped form a bond between Rachel, Santi and I, when we weren't feeling very united...Rachel we owe you a pay raise (she's our marriage counseler).

-Heidi

Girls, Girls, Girls

2008-06-18T21:03:00.000-07:00

Mindy came. Mindy left. Rachel left. I am depressed. Woe is me...and them. But we have good times to think back on, and here are some photos (of Mindy and I...next post is with Rachel's) I think are able to be published without scaring all the kind visitors that take their time to venture to mine and Trina's humble blog.

Happily drinking our coffee after a long day in the sun running from a security guard

Aww Mindy's so cute trying to cross her eyes

"Shut it down girls! It's scaring me!"

-Heidi

Courage, Confidence, Character

2008-05-26T13:10:00.000-07:00

Amazing isn’t it, how when I say these words one person comes to mind? Alright I lied. I think of cookies - girl-scout cookies, but aside from that I think of Heidi.
Yes that brave soul we all know and love.
And I just wanted to applaud everyone that befriends her, as it's not easy being her friend, or sharing your nailpolishremover with her. And there are times when you wonder, is she a blond under that brunette hair, or truly lost? If any of you have ever tried to teach her math, then I congratulate you.
But keep the faith, behind this lusty, blunt, temper mental (I swear sometimes I think she’s pregnant), short attention span, laughing gassed young teen, she’s not as shallow as the puddles of water she leaves on my bathroom floor. No, she's much more.
Well I don’t think she’s bi polar, but hey I’ve been wrong before. Just don’t let her aggressiveness get to you.
Alright well here’s for talent.

She always had her way with the men...and her power over them scared her.

She could always pop out of the weirdest places.

Always there to give good spiritual advice

Did many things clearly out of faith!

Some people, no matter what she did, she could never make them happy.

Always jealous of what I had!

Always promoting peace and influencing the locals while they're shopping!

Heidi for President!

Editors note:
I want you all to know this post goes in sympathy to Heidi’s useless hand.
Oh and also because it's 30 years old and I wanted to get it off the draft list.

(See Heidi, I care!)

-Trina

A New Post For A New Day!

2008-05-13T21:55:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone. Let me assure you there are very good reasons for my absence in posting. I have recently almost broken my thumb, and typing ONLY with my left hand is pretty difficult, cause I am right-handed. I really wish I had some pictures to show you of the gash, ("Oh, look at this gash, right on the side of my leg...and I can't even feel it") it is most disgusting. But hopefully it will heal up quickly so I can get back to school and the rest that requires my right hand. I also believe I suffered some brain damage from this accident, as it came as quite a
shock -- 3:00 a.m. Yes, that's right. I was only trying to shut my window when it decided to SLAM on me! Anyway, I must be off. XooxOx (Big kiss, little hugs, little kiss, big hug, little kiss)

Art by Josephine Wall

-Heidi

Nature

2008-05-01T22:23:00.000-07:00

I decided I would put up some pretty pictures Mindy and I took a while back. Next month she's coming to visit me. We'll have fun. We'll bake and make coffee shakes, and bake and make coffee shakes. Take a few strolls to Wal Mart maybe. Also, if we happen to tresspass into a hotel we will disturb people on elevators (reffering to the post about things to do in an elevator). I'm getting off the point now...have a good night. I miss you too Rachel. How thoughtfull of you to dedicate a post to me. Makes me feel loved.

My eye is still apon you

-Heidi

2008-04-11T21:34:00.000-07:00

CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

19 Things To Do In An Elevator:

2008-04-10T20:42:00.000-07:00

Foreword: Best things in life are shared, Summer :)

(1) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
(2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
(3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
(4) Call the Psychic Hot line from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor you're on.
(5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
(6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
(7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
(8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.
(9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
(10) Ask, "Did you feel that?"
(11) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
(12) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they'll open again!"
(13) Swat at flies that don't exist.
(14) Call out, "Group Hug!" and then enforce it.
(15) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"
(16) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.
(17) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.
(18) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
(19) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".
(18) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is MY personal space!"

And last, but not least

(19) Point your pencil or pen at someone random and yell, "TICONDEROGA!" Sigh, and say "That sure was a close one."

-Heidi

It's Your Birthday

2008-04-03T07:58:00.000-07:00

Well, Alisa had a birthday. Two months ago. But hey, it's never to late to say "happy birthday!"
SO, Happy Birthday! Hurray for you WOOHOO!!!
Alright, so we were planning a party. The party invitations clearly stated-PLEASE DRESS UP-as opposed to down-NOT DRESS UP AS IN HALLOWEEN!!!!

So they came, dressed up! But not like normal people mind you, oh no. There were clowns, and Indians, rock stars, boxers, bums, lions and tigers and bearrs OH MY, and well I couldn't quite tell what the rest were!

The funny thing was that only ONE home mind you, made this slightly embarrassing error. So while every one else dressed up smashing polite, BROWNSVILLE, who had LOTS of NEW people, AND WAS LATE, didn't quite understand.
Well we had a good laugh AT THEM! LOL
Anyways well it was a dandy good time.
We ate...

And we eat...

And we eat some more...

Made new friends and eat some more...

And then that got kinda weird...

Well all this to say happy birthday Alisa, if only I knew where the rest of the pictures of YOU are.

-Trina

"Take Caution" hahahaha

2008-04-02T21:10:00.001-07:00

Courtesy of Heidi

New Inventions!

2008-04-01T22:20:00.000-07:00

I wonder what they made this bed for...

Your true friend,

Heidi

Birthdays And Holidays!

2008-03-17T18:20:00.000-07:00

Greetings. I have an announcement to make. As most of you know, today is St. Patricks Day!--As well as my brother Josh's 21 birthday! So happy day everyone and happy 21st Josh. Love you lots!

"Oh YEAH!" haha

Blessings all ye,

Heidi :)

Oh Yeah!

2008-03-13T19:27:00.000-07:00

I’m going to show off some of my skill now. I can draw creepy woman of all shapes and sizes (no men, sorry, cause they usually end up looking gay). They aren’t good quality at all cause I don’t have a scanner, so I just used my camera.

-Heidi

Condolences

2008-03-05T20:43:00.000-08:00

Trina was a special girl…for the most part…mostly. She was a wonderful, loving and exciting person to be around. But then there’s those time’s when you just need to focus on the things she did worst so that you can appreciate that ‘wonderful, loving and exciting’ part of her that she had. It won’t take long but I’m sure by the time we’re done you will be very happy
she wasn’t like this most of the time, and that you got to play a very important part in her life – a true friend. And for her sake, CRY ALL YOU WANT! Well here are the memories:

She wasn't the most careful person in her younger years...

Spent the last wasted half of her life in an old folks home...

Tried her best to cheer people up, but to no avail...

...And usually ended up FREAKING them out

Ruined moments routinely...

Always seemed to be strangling someone either physically or emotionally...

Wasn't the best cook...

But through all of it we loved her because we all need to learn to cope with screwed up people right? Think about it.

-Heidi xoxox

Girls...Let's Shave!

2008-03-03T21:27:00.000-08:00

Hair, yes its everywhere. But you don't have to let it control you, oh no, there is a remedy to this "incurable" disease. Although most educated woman know this...many don't! (Or their sick and just don't care, or need attention and want everyone to look at them oh eww.)

Right well its a weird world.

Maybe you were talking to your friend yesterday, thinking "Hey why don't we grow our under-arm hair out, make a statement and try to be different!". Well before you try that one let me show you her last date and help you make up your mind!

(Her:) Yeah I know I thought it would be a good addition your beard!

(Him:)Ha....umm....wow...you know what......wow...I can't...I don't....umm ha wow ....what is that,....coffee scented. Well it goes with your breath,...I mean personality...I mean hey...whats that sound (under his breath) *ring ring*, oh hey I have to take this. OH hi bro,....whats that.....you lost your eye......what, paper fighting.....in the dark......ok well do you have your shoes now?..oh good...ok I'm on my way. Hey look I had a wonderful time but as you can see its pretty serious, so I'll call you later.

(Her:)Ok well give me your number.

(Him:)OH ha no no I'll call you bye. (he exits)

(Her:)But you don't even have my number. Gosh what was that like the 1,00,000.00 guy I've dated today. That's it.........I need to find some sheep.

And the lord shall deliver those that run away.

And another thing, boys as much as we love you, we just don't want to look like you!

And that my friends is why there are pills for depression.

And there's arms. Well lets just say last time I knew someone that went out with hair on there arms,......well they were shot. But I'm sure they went to heaven, so lets be happy for her.

Right well that's our secret of life for today. And remember guys, you dont want to be that guy that wouldn't come out of the bathroom at your friends puzzle and game night party. Especially if your a deep sleeper!

But hey he doesn't know!

P.S. Ever wonder why FGAs aren't invited to wild night parties??

-Trina

In Memory Of Tina

2008-03-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

We will celebrate the birth of mentalism, produced by Tina and I. Harassing pirate statues, Walmart dressing room workers, Big Lots customers, blow fish, crocodiles, random children, etc...but the story has a good start off: us 12 year olds finding sand dollars at the beach. Now for picture viewing. Take caution, the photos below are graphic. Consider the side affects before viewing, as young and old viewers may have nightmares (meaning scary images of us running through their head at night). I was not able to put our 243 pictures or more (yes, I actually did count) but enjoy what I can spare.

A glimpse of what we like to do in our free time

Tina you always were violent...

Biggest hooker that pirate ever had

-Heidi

Five Reasons...

2008-02-25T21:33:00.000-08:00

Five reasons NOT to mess with kids...

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, 'When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah'.
The teacher asked, 'What if Jonah went to hell?'
The little girl replied, 'Then you ask him'.

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, 'Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?'
Her mother replied, 'Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.'
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said,'Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?'

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
'Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, 'And there's the teacher,she's dead.'

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, 'Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.'
'Yes,' the class said.
'Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?'
A little fellow shouted, 'Cause your feet ain't empty.'

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun mad ea note, and posted on the apple tray:
'Take only ONE . God is watching.'
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, 'Take all you want. God is watching the apples.'

-Heidi

Feet

2008-02-22T20:01:00.000-08:00

Don’t ask why, but I’m gonna talk about feet. To start, I want you to know that your feet are VERY special. Never underestimate the usefulness of them. You can pick things up, paint a portrait, (I’ve tried that one my self as well as tried to write the alphabet haha remember Tina?!?) Below is picture proof that feet help you with more things than just balancing yourself.

-Heidi

FREE STORE!!!

2008-02-22T19:59:00.000-08:00

Where were you February 18, 2008?!? Well I'll tell you where you should have been if you weren't there, FREE STORE.

Oh thats right - free socks, free underwear, free sports bras, shoes, books, blankets, and yes even bathing-suits (alright I lied, Sara stole the only bathing-suit), but that didn't steel our hope for acceptance.
Well I can see your lost so we'll have to take this slow and execute the point.
So on this fateful day (the one mentioned up at the top) a band of fearless, highly trained, professionals, geard up the courage to tackle free store and rescue the partly naked children of Mexico! (Alright so I'm twisting the story, but Heidi we need to make others think that we're making a difference in the world!) So in order to cloth them and protect their bodies from the ever so hugery heat of the sun, we had to see to it that the cloths were properly tested, and that they could last through outrageous postitions!
Alright its time to meet the gang!
I know, we're just to hot for you!

The leader of this fearless band...I know I'm disgusting, but one learns to love it.

Comrades in Arms.

Right so there we were trying to make life a safer and hate free world, then all of a sudden, we started being attacked by strangers, and doubts of rejection for our glorious deeds!

So Michael (a little in touch with his feminine side) quickly jumped to Santi for a bit of manly protection!

That's it Santi be strong.

I, of course, went to the aid of Leylend, who would have been helpless without me!

Rachel, obviously ahead of us all, just laughed, as she releasted some of the tention in her rather tight high under/over pants.

Well in the midst of the confusion I suggested we take cover, in case of any delayed nervous break downs, its always good to be close to the ground! (Remember that kids!)

So under the table we went!
Yes, Leyland, thats it cover your eyes and no one will see you!

And no, Michael, thats not for eating!

Well, it was a good thing we were under the table, becaues earlier that morning it was ranning, so we could have gotten wet!

But we discovered it was safe to come out so return to victory we did!!

Heidi: What about me???

Ha, oh yeah, Heidi was there too!

Trying to fit in! LOL

Well all this to say we had a wonderful family fellowship, so Happy Birthday Family!!! You've fought well!!

And now for a normality picture!

Alrght I lied, there's something very wrong here.

Well I'm tried, so good night!!

-Trina

In Contigo We Like Celery

2008-02-16T18:04:00.000-08:00

Title pretty much says it all.

The Rules: Eat celery! No hands, no vomiting, first one to clear the plate wins!
(Rachel has placed artful captions, and is in fact authoring this entire post). Irish sheep vs. Peruvian llama, here we go!!!

This is the Sheep, on the verge of barfing

This is the Llama, eyeing the competition

"Almost done!!! PTL!" (weeping and tongues)

"Victory is mine! All this and China too!"

We taped it just for you, please view with discretion as half digested pieces of celery CAN in fact be seen on closer inspection:
Part One, short but intense, for wild folk

Part Two, lengthy and appetizing, for mild folk

THIS VIDEO IS TAKING HOURS TO LOAD WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE! Especially you, Phil

Heidi: What does inconvenience mean?

Rachel: Well Heidi, when a man and woman make love......

Your friends in Christ,
Rachel (the giraffe) & Heidi (the cow)

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

2008-02-14T19:38:00.000-08:00

Trina: Well here Heidi and I sit, alone and insecure, on Valentines Day. You'd think we'd have a love or at least something to do, well sadly, no. The home left us, yes, just us, home alone while they sing and party away. How sad ones outlook on life can get when you're alone.
But enough depression for one day, let's talk about something more inspiring. Well Heidi's upper butt got burnt to death while tanning on the roof today, ha what a laugh. It's these simple things that make the world go round. Red it was!! (By the way my name is Katrina.)

Peace and Love,
Trina

Animal Yawns

2008-02-09T19:40:00.000-08:00

Today I was laying on my pink fluffy chair when my cat yawned. And no, I didn’t yawn back. Why not? I don’t know, that’s why I’m writing about this cause I want to know why animals yawns aren’t contagious. If you know why, leave a comment.

-Heidi

Cows?

2008-02-08T21:03:00.000-08:00

“Something More Sentimental"

2008-02-06T21:29:00.000-08:00

I talked to a friend the other day and she said when she dies she wants me to sing a song a about a chipmunk or squirrel at her funeral. I suggested something like the one from Hoodwinked, but she said she wanted it to be a little more sentimental. She also wants me to stop for a bubble blowing break in the middle of the song. This all sounds excellent to me, so we better find some way for you to die speedily before I loose my inspiration.

P.S. I drew my own picture of you in your hospital gown:

-Heidi :)