Chick-EN!

Apparently I just feel like posting a lot today. Haha! But when I read this one I couldn't not share it with you all. It pretty much sums up my crazy brother. I love that boy! :)

August 17, 2008

We once had a pet chicken. Two to be exact.

As I write this Spencer is watching qubo...What else is new? As I type the word "chicken" the boy on the TV yells "He's a chicken!" I thought that was significant.

Our pet chicken, the first one was eaten by a dog.

The second one froze to death in the winter.

I guess we weren't meant to have a pet chicken.

My brother Mitchell, that crazy kid, is the one who thought having chickens would be fun. Seeing how much he enjoys any sort of meat it was odd that he wanted a chicken as a pet and not as food. It didn't last long. We didn't even get many eggs out of them.

Today Mitchell wanted to have chicken and rice for dinner. So my mom asked him to help her make it. There is something you have to understand about my brother. He is very ADD. No joke. He walks around the house singing the most random made up songs in a very high voice that hurts your ears so stinkin much. When he gets bored, which is like every second, he'll grab my hand and turn it into weird shapes and stick it in the air. This happens a lot during sacrament meeting. He really does work hard though when asked and he likes his food so he had no problem helping my mom.

Mitchell quickly started doing what he was asked and measured out a half a cup of that weird wheat germ stuff that tastes good on bananas. "Should I dump it on the pan?" He asked. "No! Just leave it right there." My mom cut the raw chicken into strips. Handing him the first one she said "Put it in the bag and shake it." Like I said before, Mitchell is a good worker. Doing as he was told he put the lonely piece of chicken into the hallon sized bag and shook it. He shook it for all he was worth, not even knowing why.

I was witnessing all this and found it HILARIOUS! When he was asked to spray the pan with Pam he did so. While shaking th bag of one piece of chicken and yelling "I'm multitasking!" in his weird high then low voice.

The dinner turned out pretty good, even though it had some pointless air shaking.

:)

Thor

Thor was my very first car. I have a lot of great memories involving Thor. And also a lot of memories I don't want to repeat. One of those was my first blind date. I'll spare you the details and just say I ended up rear ending a car and ending Thor's young life. (Although, if you ever want the full story, just ask. :) We all know I enjoy telling stories.)

I found this today and it made me laugh a little bit inside:

August 16, 2008

Thor -- Off to live another Life...

Dear Thor,
I sure am going to miss you. My first car. Sure, you had your days, but we all do. And that is what I love about you. We have so much in common...we hate left turns...we don't like to be cold...we hate that gas is going up...we like our music loud...and we find comfort in a mess.

I truly am sorry for sending you off. It was my fault. I freak out now any time I get anywhere near the end of a car. I can't handle even parking behind one anymore. I was blind. And I'm so sorry for that.

I'll miss you and your loud radio and your hot steering wheel.

Bye-bye Thor.

How many Licks?

Today I went back and read some of my posts and such from high school. They made me laugh VERY hard! And so I decided to share with you wonderful people. :)

How Many Licks? 

(November 15,2007)

Part of my journal from November 12, 2007

"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Today I decided to do the impossible...I am going to find out the answer to that question that has been looming over our heads for years! Well, with a slight modification... Now, I know what you are thinking, don't worry! I didn't bite or suck at all. I just licked. I know the rules! Only, I'm counting until there is no sucker left at all, not until you get to the tootsie roll part. I have reached the tootsie and the chocolate sucker (chocolate is the best one of all) remains in thin layers slightly around the edge. 1,400 licks and I'm still not there. The anticipation is killing me! I am not giving up! And I'm not going to put finishing this sucker off until tomorrow. I started this licking adventure at 7:48pm. It is amazing what boredom can do to you! the urge to bite this thing is getting stronger, but I won't give up and I won't bite down! 1,141...1,142...1,443...1,444...1,445..........1,450. Ok, those last licks were fast but not as fast as they could be. Around lick 1,342 I paused to drink a glass of water. Never before has water tasted so good! I can't even taste this chocolate anymore. My tongue went numb around lick 900. It had some hollow spots that were sharp and cut my tongue. I sure hope it repairs!"

That got you hooked right?

I sat there reading my scriptures and licking. It was getting late and I really wanted to go to bed. But I had made it this far and I couldn't quit! I had decided that looking at the sucker after each lick did no good. I couldn't see a difference at all. Only checking every thirty licks or so was the way to do it. I was about to give up when I finished lick 1,987 and looked down. No more sucker was left! So it takes 1,987 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop! Now the question has been answered and we will no longer have nightmares about the owl only taking three licks and then biting. I know it really could have been something like 1,972 licks or something but that is as good as an answer as I can get!

The moral of this story? Be careful, boredom is dangerous!