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| Went to borders and got a bunch of books-- and my mom wont let me read them untill I finish my drivers manuel thing. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Curse that woman's ingenuity!!!! She only wants me to drive so I can take the subaru and she can buy a mustang! Honestly, id rather have my dad's truck, but i doubt she'd let me drive it- even if dad were willing to give it up. Heres another story from Opa:
A Long Time ago, my Opa got this offer. He would get this really nice Piano for next to nothing, he just had to let people drop in once in a while to see what the thing looked like in a fully functional living room. Pretty Good deal, right? Not to his sister in law. See, the piano was made by a japanese manufacturer, and she, thinking back to WWII, said he Couldn't buy anything from the Japs. And for some reason neither Opa nor I can comprehend, gramma Kitty(Opa's wife, at the time) sided with her. So, presumably after the divorce, I think Opa was living in, or staying in, an appartment (it might have been in HongKong, but Im not sure) when he bought this Other Piano--also at a very good price. The thing is he was living on , what, the 30th floor? And they didn't deliver it in pieces. So, on the day the piano came, the weather was too bad to put it in whatever piece of machinery would said instrument up to his floor. What ended up happening is that over the next 4 hours a few aisan guys carried this full-sized piano up about 30 flights of stairs and into my Opa's apartment. Do you want an idea of how heavy this thing is? Opa's current living room is tiled -- not with cheap linoleum, but real tiles -- and the same piano has to have these round things under its feet to distribute the weight, because otherwise the tiles would crack under it. Want to know the really amazing thing? To this day, it hasn't got a scratch on it --The Piano, I mean.
When the model T came out for the first time, someone asked Henry Ford what colors it would come in. Ford responded "You can have it in any color you want, as long as its black." That's from Opa, too. | | |
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| Be alert. The world needs more lerts. Charles Dickens is a great author, but I wish I could be read one of his cheerier works. Hard Times has got to be the most depresing novels ever written.  Louisa, Rachael, and Stephen -- the noblest characters in hte book -- are deprived of all happiness while Misters Bounderby and Gradgrind prosper by way of this "nothing but facts and statistics" philosophy that has everyone else in the book totally miserable. Not only that, but so far, the only man with any hope for him, James something that begins with an H, is constantly surrounded by these dark foreshadowings about icebergs and the devil. Personally, I think Mrs Sparsit or Tom will turn out to be the devils of the story. Tom's a selfish a-hole and Mrs Sparsit's turning out to be just plain EVIL . Here's a few bumper sticker things my dad mailed me: We have enough youth, how about a fountain of Smart?
* He who laughs last thinks slowest.
* Auntie Em, Hate you, hate Kansas, taking the dog...
Dorothy
* Time is what keeps everything from happening at
once.
* I get enough exercise just pushing my luck.
* Where there's a will, I want to be in it.
* OK, who stopped payment on my reality check?
* Few women admit their age; Fewer men act it.
* I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute
of it.
* A bartender is just a pharmacist with a limited
inventory.
* Warning: Dates in Calendar are closer than they
appear.
* Give me ambiguity or give me something else.
* Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
* There are 3 kinds of people: those who can count &
those
who can't.
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| Were going to florida tomorrow. Thats about it. No, wait, theres something else.
Oh yeah: Harry. Potter. 7. IS. COMING.
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| its lisa frazees birthday today, So heather and I made these 2 cookie cakes and this awesome chocolate icing. The thing is, we put a bunch of blue die in this dark brown icing, and it ended up looking like greenish molten metal, or metallic crap, so we covered it up with spinkles. We also put heather in this box we painted and i used a dolly to wheel her up this little hill to Lisa's driveway. Bet it seemed twice as long as it actually was to heather because a: she wnt the whole 10 feet in a cardboard box which, she informed me, is very hot. and b: the road in kilenny hills isnt exactly smooth. I had to keep spinning the box to avoid bumps/patches So heres a good story. On July 3rd my immediate family --minus dad-- went down to the arch with the schneiders --minus abby-- to see lifehouse and the googoo-dolls. Anywho, on the way out, my mom took the wrong road and we ended up driving the whole 15 minutes to illinois.  We went to burger king, got really fresh fries, and then headed right on back to missouri. The fourth of july was much less . . . hilarious, but I discovered that all of Abby's immediate family is great at badmitton. Especially andrea. I was on her team and we won twice in a row. | | |
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