Tired

10 hour swim meets are tiring.

Snow, snow, stay stay stay

These are some scenes outside my house I took some pictures of. I'm not exactly the best photographer, but I was in crocs on my deck that had 10 inches of snow.

Ahh...

Test

Below are four (4) questions and a Bonus question to test your perception, reasoning and the quickness of your logical processing.
They are stated simply so you should try to answer them instantly.
To assure the accuracy of the results, you should not take your time , but instead, answer each of them immediately.

OK?



Let's find out just how clever you really are....


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Ready? GO!!! (scroll down slowly to uncover Q's and A's )








First Question :

You are a participant in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?





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Answer : If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely WRONG! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, YOU are in second place!

Try not to screw up next time. Now answer the second question, but don't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK?

Second Question :
I f you overtake the last person, then you are...?
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Answer : If you answered that you are second to last, then you are ; ;WRONG again. Tell me Sunshine, how can you overtake the LAST person??






Third Question :
Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator.
Try it.



Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000 Now add 30 . Add another 1000 . Now add 20 . Now add another 1000 . Now add 10 . What is the total?


Scroll down for the correct answer.....









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Did you get 5000 ?

The correct answer is actually 4100 .



If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator!
Today is definitely not your day, is it ?

Maybe you'll get the last question right... Maybe...



Fourth Question:

Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono, and ??? What is the name of the fifth daughter?







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Did you Answer Nunu? NO! Of course it isn't.
Her name is Mary! Read the question again!

Okay, now the Bonus round,
i.e., a final chance to
redeem yourself:

A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.
Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?


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It's really very simple
He opens his mouth and ask for it...

Tell me your score!

Cold...

Oh my gosh... it's sooooooo cold here in Pittsburgh, Pa.
Schools are canceled for 2 days in a row. Roads are horrible, and I heard we might be going back into the negatives like we had a couple weeks ago. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I can't even go outside, cause unlike "real" school, MINE ISN'T CLOSED.

:'(

Alright, so that's the end of my pity party.

On a lighter note, Tori had a varsity swim meet last night against Peters Township, and some friends from church (that live in Peters) drove all the way over to South Fayette to watch her swim.
Thanks Skiles!

She did pretty well, she swam the 500 freestyle and stayed on her best time. Good job Tori!
Alright, well, I gotta go start an essay that's due at 5, do my math, and vocabulary before another person beats me to it...

Later!

Morning time is boring

Morning time is boring
I know this to be true
Morning time is boring
I think that, how bout you?

Morning time is boring
When there is nothing to do
Morning time is boring
Sittin' here thinkin' bout work to do

Morning time is boring
Now I'll end my bad Haiku
Morning time is boring
Wait, this isn't a haiku...

Lots-o-stuff

Alright so I have allot of catching up to do here...

1. I'd like to ask for prayer for my grandfather, grandmother, and all my aunt and uncles that are taking care of him. My grandfather recently was admitted into the hospital and was diagnosed with a minor stroke.
Even though doctors now can do many things, I'd like to ask for prayer for wisdom for the doctors. Relief of any pain for my grandfather, and strength for my grandmother as my aunts and uncles as they go through this time with us. I'd like to ask for prayer for myself too. I need help not to worry and be crying constantly, but trust that God knows what He is doing.

2. I got my braces off! Now it's only 9 months away from being a total unmetal-mouth. My retainer is killing me! Pain....
Can you say, ouch?

3. I got a new phone finally! Online discounts rock! =)




Tell me what's going in your guy's life buy leaving a little comment :)

Awarded!

Hey people!
Sorry I didn't post yesterday, this weekend has been insanely busy for me!

but......
I was awarded this button
By Marissa Thanks Marissa!


I'm supposed to pass it onto ten bloggers, but I don't think I even know that many.
SO
anyone that happens to read this regularly, go ahead and take the button =D

Swimming = Pain

Have you ever been in so much physical pain, you couldn't move a single part of your body? I haven't hurt that bad in over a year. It's amazing, isn't it? How one minute you could be perfectly fine, and then 5 minutes and 48 seconds later you almost pass out.

Strange.


The good news is, I made the High School WPIALS cut!! In eighth grade too!


So I'm breaking out the Dr. Pepper and celebrating =D

Broad Shouldered Beast

OK, so, I've always known I've been kinda muscular. I mean, just look at my dad, and you can see where I got it from.

But, yesterday, at Tori's varsity swimming meet, my coach said the following line...

"Gosh Tia, I think your shoulders are getting broader than mine."
To which I replied,
"Thanks Nick, that's just what every teenage girl wants to hear."

So since then, the following thoughts have entered my head...

Is it really that bad?

Do I really look like a broad shouldered freak?


Important questions.

Tired

I am tired.

Swimming meet at Bethel Park

So, Tori has been wanting to email Fuse for awhile and ask them to come to one of my Bethel Park meets. But now that I have this, she just asked me to put it on here. So here I go...

Alright, since I hate asking people to come to social events asking them to go out of their way to come and watch me die over email, I've decided to do it over a blog.
Oh, do I feel clever =D

Anyway, this weekend I have my Junior Olympics. Which is a meet that one must have a BB time or better to go to. Now, I realize most of you have absolutely no idea what that means, and I plan to leave it that way... because I can =)

But, if you guys would like to come watch my sister (Tori) and myself work ourselves to death this Friday, I can give you directions. It's not exactly hard, it's at the Bethel Park High School Pool, which is directly behind the Independence Middle School where we meet for church.

We will both be swimming the 500 yard freestyle and because of my negligence in not swimming the event in forever, there is a major possibility we will be in the same heat of the event.
Now, granted that, this particular event lasts about 6 minutes and it is very likely you will be bored out of your mind if you decided to come.

We would cherish your support and would love to be able to tell our swimming friends you came to cheer us on.
That being said, no pressure whatsoever to come!

Details are as follows-
Bethel Park High School Natatorium
Go in through gym entrance, you'll see a concessions stand on your left. If you keep going forward you will see a sea of people. Those are the swimmers. If you look for a section with green and white everything, that's South Fayette. The pool entrance is to you right, but unfortunately non-swimmers are not allowed on deck (because the space is minimal)
The stands are to your left as you walk into the pool entrance way.
If you do not see us right away, you can pretty much ask any of the kids (and even adults) in the land of green and white where we are and they'll most likely know, or at least know of someone who knows.

If that makes any sense at all, which it most likely does not, great! If not, just let me know with a comment at the end of this post. Please, please, please let me know if you think you can maybe try to come, just so I know how many I should be looking out for at the pool. If you could be leaving a comment that would probably be best, as I'm not allowed to get on email until I catch up with some schoolwork.
Thanks a bunch!
Me

26 Things to do when bored in an Elevator...

26 thing to do when bored in an elevator... 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 Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your 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) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking. 11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers. 12) Ask, "Did you feel that?" 13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally. 14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!" 15) Swat at flies that don't exist. 16) When someone gets on scream and jump like they are the main act at a concert 17) Call out, "Group Hug!" and then enforce it. 18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up! 19) Open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?" 20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off. 21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly. 22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers. 23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope. 24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button. 25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on". 26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers, "This is MY personal space!"

Blog backrounds

Alright, so as you may have noticed... I'm doing a little makeover of the blog.
But I don't know which background I like! So, I'm asking for help. Which one of these backgrounds do you like best? This does include family, by the way, I love your opinions =D


Blog background number 1-

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Blog background number 5-


For the Olympian I wish was in me...
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And finally....
Blog Background number 8-

VS.



Now, obviously, living in the Pittsburgh area, I'm rooting for the Steelers to win this and go to the Superbowl!
So....



GO STEELERS!!!!!!!!!!!



(yupp, I even did the explanation points :D)

Why I don't want to be a millionaire

Being a millionaire means power.
Being a millionaire means money.
Being a millionaire means responsibility.
Being a millionaire means you have a say in things.
Being a millionaire means allot of things. Another one being, temptation to do things like get drunk every night... because I can.
Being a millionaire means I have to count my money everyday, cause I don't trust technology to count it. And I also don't trust people to count millions, upon millions, upon millions of little Washington's.
Being a millionaire means worrying every night that someone, unknown to me, may pop inside my window... stick a gun to my head... and say "You're coming with me"
Being a millionaire means worrying that I may have to buy another house in the Bahamas because my spoiled rotten kid, Rich, wants one.
Being a millionaire means acting like I'm not a miserable wreck and putting a smile on all the time
=D
Being a millionaire means going against all odds, every, single, passing day.
Being a millionaire means I'd need a bigger garage for all my sports cars.
Being a millionaire means I'd need to own many of my own sports cars.
Being a millionaire means I couldn't get a bank account cause my money wouldn't fit.
Being a millionaire means I wouldn't be able to complain about the rich oppressing me anymore.
Being a millionaire means getting edumacated so I could seem smart to people that don't know me.
Being a millionaire means lots of people that hate me, cause they wanna be me.

Music and Cold

So, music is a big part of my life, hence my email address.
But, I've realized as of late the music I listen to probably isn't healthy for me. So I've been looking for some songs that would be better for me mentally, and have a catchy tune =)
So far, I've discovered (in the order they show up on my iPod lol)

• Never Alone- BarlowGirl
• If we are the body- Casting Crowns
• Collide- Krystal Meyers
  
• The Way to Begin- Krystal Meyers
  
• Brave- Nicole Nordeman
• Cinderella- Steven Curtis Chapman (I'm obsessed with that one)
  
• Revelation- Third Day
• And of course all Switchfoot

Now, I know for allot of people, that's nothing. But for me it's a start.
=D
Wow... I'm a dork....



So, besides my musical revelation, SCHOOL WAS CANCELED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yupp.
That means friends can come over, we can head to the sauna and cry over The Notebook, which, by the way, is the saddest movie ever.
But, the reason school was canceled, was because of the bitter cold.
I very strongly dislike the cold. Very much.
I'm convinced it was the result of the fall of Adam and Eve.
I don't know why I'm adamant about it, I think it's because my feet are constantly cold. But I don't know for sure.
Am I alone in this?
I feel the need to defend myself, even though no one is telling me I'm wrong yet.
But I'll go out and play in the snow! I will!
Just as long as I have enough layers on. And I'm warm, and not cold...

I need help. :'(

Annoyances

What annoys you? What makes your life hard?
For me... it's the little 7 year old (whose name I will not mention) that lives in my house.
For me... it's the fact that people come over to my house, when I'm at swimming
For me... It's my coaches who tell me swimming is life, when I know it's not, and I can't contradict them cause I'll be kicked out of practice.
For me... It's the way I treat the people closest to me.
For me... it's the way I act around my swimming "friends" which is uptight, not myself, and just plain weird.
For me... it's those stupid "That's what she said" jokes that are said every 3 seconds.
For me... it's the fact that I can't touch my elbow with my tounge
For me... it's the fact that I can play the chromatic scale flawlessly alone, but when showing someone I mess up every note.
For me... It's the fact that snow is cold.
For me... it's the fact that they cut out Christopher Robin on The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
For me... it's Burritos to Go by Victor Lopez
For me... it's the fact that I just realized I didn't finish my math for today yet........

Guess who

feeling unwanted...
feeling alone...
feeling uneeded...
feeling like a drone...
what's in this life...
that makes it worth living...
that wipes off the strife...
of every human being...
I'll say what it is...
out loud to the world...
In fact I'll make it a quiz...
He sent down his son to a woman so whirled...
The boy grew up to be a fine young man...
He worked at His job, hard and well...
He taught the priests and rulers of the land...
He knew He was sent down, and He thought it was swell...
He taught those who followed...
Even when it was hard...
The people needed help, their lives were hollowed ...
He walked around everywhere, so He wasn't a tub of lard...
Now Figure it out, it's not all that hard.
Put your answer in a comment, and see who we come up with...





for those of you who I know would put this kind of answer...
IT'S NOT OBAMA

Gas prices

The angry childhood, and the consequences I now have

I was an angry baby.
That's pretty much it, but I bet you want me to explain. Brace yourself, because you might learn some things you never knew before...

When I was a young one, I was so "muscular"(fat) that the doctor could barely lift me up to put me onto the scale.

When I was a little older, I pulled my grandmothers arm out of its socket because I didn't want to leave the grocery store. (yes, I pulled it out.)

When I was the same age, I would look at the candy in the aisle of the grocery store and, obvisouly, want some candy. Of course, I'd end up picking the most expensive thing and when I was told I couldn't have it, I would throw a fit. I do not mean those wimpy little crying fits. I mean on the floor, rolling around, crying my eyes out, banging my head on the floor as hard as I possibly could, and screaming louder than a firetruck siren fit. (Now THAT's a fit) And if you think I'm joking, ask my mother. She got stares. Oh yeah, those death glares from the old people that say "Hmph, parents these days. Can't raise their kids at all." or the classic "SHUT YOUR KID UP OR I WILL!" stares.
I never did get my candy..........

When I was a tad older, we were shopping at the grocery store (SHOCKER) and one thing after another happened, and badda-bing badda-boom, there I was throwing another fit. But this time, it was not on the floor, it was not in the door, it was not with my grandma but it was in the seat of the grocery cart. Now, back in my day (like 11 years ago =D ) we weren't required to wear the little safety straps they provided, if they were even there. So anyway, I was everywhere, my head looked like it was gunna pop off. By this time, my parents were used to my fits, so they ignored me. Feeling left out, I threw my head forward and hit the handle bar. All of the sudden I started screamng even louder, which was not humanly possible, giving me the feeling I'm from planet Wacko. So they look over at my ear-drum breaking screaming and see that one of my front bottom teeth is sideways. Yes, all the way sideways. It went from this to this - . If you know my mom, you'll know that this was like death. I might as well have been laying on the floor with a bullet in my head. So since my tooth was so out of order, my dad ran into the section of the store where they had the stinky fish, grabbed some ice, and stuffed it into my mouth. They rushed me to the doctors and he popped it back into place, so now it was straight again. However, the doctor said that since my baby tooth got knocked out the way it did, it could have some permanent damage to my adult tooth. And WHATDOYOUKNOW, he was right. The adult tooth now has hypoplasia. Don't get to excited there, it's nothing life-threatening. It just means that the tooth has no enamel. Which means I have to get selences allot. But, it does have a pretty sick name. And you know what else? Even though I am diseased , I can't get a disability parking sticker :'(

Reading and Comprehension

I started Isaiah today and in verse 18 of chapter 1 there are some very encouraging words....

"...Though your sins are like scarlet,

they shall be as white as snow;

though they are red as crimson,

they shall be like wool."

Now, I don't know about you, but to me that stuff is gold. Even though I've grown up in a house that says "God will forgive you, no matter what you do." I must admit, at times it can seem hard to believe it.

So yeah, there's my little tid-bit of the day.

Can't help it

(Janice is the one is the colorful outfit)


Alright, I can't help it. My Aunt Lala posted this on our Graham family blog and I feel the need to spread the news.
My cousin, Janice Mays, has recently gotten the main role, Edwina, in an off-Broadway play called Dear Edwina and she has gotten spectacular reviews. Here is a link to just one of the many websites that have reviewed the show.
Janice has sung many songs for Sovereign Grace Ministries. Two of them are on the Awesome God CD, track number 4, Who is like you, and number 6, Mighty, Mighty Savior. And one song on Worship God Live CD, I believe it's track number 13, Surrender All.
My family all has beautiful singing voices, and Janice is definitely one of them!
(I got the short end of the stick)

Therapy

So, I wish I could say I have a huge post planned for today, but unfortunately, I'm stuck at a place where I have no idea what to write. NONE. I don't know what's wrong with my brain. But it seems like it never wants to do its job! Which is thinking! I know, maybe I just need some mental therapy or something. I'll just start seeing a therapist. That's what I'll do.
I can only imagine the first meeting....
Therapist: Hello Miss... uh, Christina? Is it?
Me: Christiana actually, but my friends call me Tia.
Therapist: Well I am here to be your friend, so may I call you Tia?
Me: Ya, of course.
Therapist: Of course, now. Tia, what seems to be the problem?
Me: My brain isn't working.
Therapist: Please indulge further.
Me: Okay... The thing inside my head will not to its job.
Therapist: No, I mean what do you mean it's "not working"
Me: Um. Well, I don't know. See my brain won't think for me, like it's supposed too. So I can't answer that question because it involves thinking, which I am incapable of doing.
Therapist: ...
Me: You see, the complex organism inside my cranium has the irreplaceable job of doing the work for the body. It must do the things that are second nature, it must also do the things you, the owner, tell it to do. And do them well. My brain doesn't seem to do any of those things. At all. I can't talk without messing up at least one sentence. I can't climb a rock wall without falling.
Therapist: Um, I think you are seeing the wrong person dear...
Me: What???? I need help!!!! Therapists are supposed to give help!!!!!!! Why aren't you helping me??
Therapist: Because you don't need a mental therapist. You need a speech therapist. You cannot speak one sentence without messing up because your mouth is not moving fast enough for your words to come out. And you cannot climb a rock wall without falling because, frankly, you are not athletic. Do you understand?
Me: Oh...

Well, maybe a therapist wouldn't be such a great idea after all..........

Fun stuff

People define fun in many different ways, fun for one person could be walking around the mall acting like a total idiot with friends, but laughing and knowing that this will be a memory you will look back on fondly in the future. Fun for another could be defined as staying home sitting on the couch watching t.v. and complaining because on the 300 some channels you have, there isn't anything on.
Fun for one person could mean not going shopping for once and just going sledding or something around that area. Fun for another could be doing the same thing every time you get together and shopping at the same stores and buying the same clothes, but in different colors.
Fun Is a relative term. But, sometimes people see fun, as something that should be defined as something else. I believe the real definition of fun, is what makes you truely happy, and joyful.

HATE

I found another thing I hate, which makes 11 things for those who don't wanna do math.
I hate this computer. IT HATES ME TOO

Things I hate...

I have made up a list of things I hate, and I felt like sharing it. It has ten things and I'll be counting backwards from the least hate, to the strongest hate.
10. Getting mascara in my eye
9. Getting eyeliner in my eye
8. Breaking things
7. Losing
6. Gaining time in any event
5. Not knowing what to do
4. Getting up in front of people and doing things, ex. speeches, charades
3. Bringing attention to myself
2. People chanting my name cause I don't wanna do something (it happens allot)
1. Liars. People who lie because "they thought they were doing the right thing" are the worst.

1st AA ribbon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This week has been exciting beyond compare for me =D
And not just because it's my first week home in 2 weeks, no my week has been boosted up by something much bigger.
I finally got my AA ribbon!!!!!!!
It's my best accomplishment in swimming and I'm so excited that God helped me through the 50 yards of pure pain it took to get it.
Praying before my races really helps me I think. People may look at me weird, but if He can give me strength to go through with something I never dreamed of in my wildest dreams, then I'll keep praying.

Without Him, none of my A times would be possible. So right now, I'm going to publicly thank the Lord for His help.

South Fayette Schools, and their Middle School band

South Fayette, home of the Little Green Machine, is a very acclaimed school. Wherever I go, if I'm wearing a South Fayette shirt or hoodie, people say "Oh! You're from South Fayette! Their band is awesome!"
Of course, they speak of the High School band. The dancing Little Green Machine.
The middle school band however.... they are.... let me put it this way, "challenged". It's a 7th/8th grade band that doesn't even march. All we do is sit and play. Simple enough, right?
WRONG!
Very few of the younger group know what they are doing, with exceptions of a few talented people. And even some of the older section need help on the simple things. And by, "they don't know what they are doing." I mean "they don't know what they are doing."
2/4 time, 3/4 time, 4/4 time, all very, very basic. Honestly! we don't even get into 6/8 time, or 12/8 time and they are asking what an eighth note is.
Some people get called on and don't even know what we were just talking about!
It'd be like you saying to me,
"1+1 = 2, now what's 1+1?"
And me saying "Um, 4?"
It's insanely frustrating and our teacher is about to go insane. He has to spend 15 minutes explaining what a quarter note is! That's 1st grade stuff!
I don't know what they aren't doing. They have to not be doing something. But what is it?!?!?!?

It's driving me insane!!!


Here is a link to watch the Little Green Machine
(the quality is poor because of the seating on our bleachers at South Fayette, they sound soooo much better, but you can see them dancing)

Why DID the chicken cross the road??

The infamous question that has been around since who knows when.
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WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?


As answered by politicians and other famous folks


Barack Obama: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!

John McCain: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

Hillary Clinton: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure - right from Day one - that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

George W. Bush: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us.
There is no middle ground here.

Dick Cheney: Where's my gun?

Colin Powell: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

Bill Clinton: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

John Kerry: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chickens intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

Al Sharpton: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens!

Dr. Phil: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

Oprah: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of us chickens.

Nancy Grace: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

Pat Buchanan: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

Ernest Hemingway: To die in the rain, alone.

Grandpa: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

Barbara Walters: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious scare of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

Aristotle: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

John Lennon: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

Albert Einstein: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

Colonel Sanders: Did I miss one???

Sara G.: To help his poor friend Turkey escape Thanksgiving on the other side!

Josh: Because it was carbon-bonded to some other organism attempting to cross the road.

Andrew: Ah, but see we must wonder, is the road really a material thing? Or is it a theoretical road? Does it represent an important decision? Is the chicken a material thing? Or is it a figment of man's extreme curiosity?

You: ??????? you tell me...

GM vs. Gates

Gates vs. GM



For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computers have enhanced our lives, read on.





At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated,



'If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.'





In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating:





If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics (and I just love this part):





1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash........Twice a day.





2. Everytime they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car.





3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.





4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.





5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast and twice as easy to drive -- but would run on only five percent of the roads.





6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single 'This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation' warning light.






7. The airbag system would ask 'Are you sure?' before deploying.





8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.





9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.





10. You'd have to press the 'Start' button to turn the engine off

Note: I didn't make this up

Good times...

There are times when, if we are going out, I'll try to look nice. You know, spend extra time on your hair, try to make my make-up look clean and professional, pick out a shirt and pants that match your shoes.
Sometimes, when these times come around, my dad comes up and says something like,
"Why can't you try to look nice once in a while?"
Now, he knows that I've just spent hours on my hair, make-up, and over-all apperence. That's exactly why he'll say it. And not only that! But he'll say it in the Wal-mart. So before we know it, we are running around the famed supercenter and im chasing him between the little hanger things in the clothes section. Weaving in and out, in and out, in and out. Then I see a Wal-mart employee lookng at us like "Good Lord, help them."
What can you gonna do though?

Vactions over...

Winter Vacation is over, but the fear of stepping on the scale haunts me.
The voices talk to me saying things like -

"Look at you, you look like you've gained 5 pounds! You need self-control you fatty"

"I told you, you should never have eaten those doughnuts!"

"A moment on the lips, a life-time on the hips."

"You should've worked out more and now you know it."

It is these voices that bring up the courage in me to go and run ten miles, no stopping!
But then, I remember how much of a burning passion of hate I have for running. It hates me. I hate it. It's a good relationship in that sense. I'd much rather go and swim 5 miles and just say the yardage of the swim without mentioning the fact that I stopped every 100 yards to wait for my send-off.
(Those of you who have no idea what that means... look it up =D )

But now, my daily 2 1/2 hour workout starts again.
I gotta work that cake off now ...

Cousins Pictures part 1

Bethany Beach 2008(some of the cousins)
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Twin 1

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Twin 2(or twin 1 again, not sure)

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In line for the diving board

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Here I go again

Ok, so I have been convinced not to create a new blog, but to simply go along with minuets because it is(and I quote) "cute" so here I am, January 3rd in my grandmom's guest bedroom trying to remember when my vocabulary assignment is due. Because I think it was yesterday... but there was already a post yesterday.
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CoNfUsEd I aM