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Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts

Friday, September 2, 2011

I Like Driveways.


Sometimes, you just get bored.

Sometimes, you get bored and you realize the antidote to your boredom is staring you in the face.

Sometimes, your antidote is conveniently sitting next to the door practically begging you to use it.

YAY CHALK.

































Call it inspiration or boredom. Whatever works.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The things you find in the park...

To start off the Illustrated series... Here is a picture of the budgie we found at the park ^_^

We were at a speech and debate picnic, when a little parakeet appeared, flying around the parking lot. So we took it home.

:)

-Shrimpy (mobile)

Monday, May 2, 2011

The Adventures of Cute Little Fuzzy Animals

My families recent acquisition of many cute little fuzzy things over the week of Easter has left me permanently damaged.

Seriously
.



I've never really been into cute little fuzzy animals; I'm allergic to like 80% of them. However, I always fancied myself an 'animal person'.

No more, I tell thee, no more!

See it went like this:

Sibling Number 1: Mom, my other dog died. I want a puppy now.
Mother: Ok!
Me: If it eats my shoes, you have to buy me new ones.

Sibling Number 2: All my chickens got eaten. Let's get some more!
Me: ....... NO
Mother: Ok!

Sibling Number 3: I WANT A AMINAL (yes, I intentionally misspelled that. deal.)
Mother: Ok!
Me: .. I think I can handle this, I'm nearly an adult. After all, how bad could a five and a half year combined with the responsibilities of owning an animal be? **mind explodes**

You get the picture. We ended up getting around 18 chicks, a puppy, and another rabbit for sibling number 3. Putting our count of cute little fuzzy animals (aka, shoe eaters) at:
1 puppy
1 outside cat
18 chicks
2 rabbits

About, 22 animals too many.

I was overloaded. and it just got worse.
The puppy is evil. I swear. I have taken to calling the puppy 'Piddle' for reasons pertaining to its inability to hold it in. It tries to eat my feet. I don't know about you, but I have super sensitive feet. They don't like to be touched, especially not by nasty puppy mouths.

Sibling number 3's rabbit enjoys tormenting me. Psychologically. I'm not kidding. It's supposed to be well trained, but I think under that seemingly cute and love able exterior, the evil little thing dreams of ways to murder me in my sleep. I mean, give me a break, naming a rabbit 'Poppy' pretty much cements that destiny into place. It doesn't help that Poppy also has an affinity for escaping it's cage, centrally located in our kitchen, ending up under my bed (Probably eating one of my shoes..). I just don't like it.

Everyone knows that chickens are no good. They smell and they're noisy. There's also just something creepy about the way they.. look at you... *shivers*

In the end, I find myself taking an excessive amounts of benedryl, enjoying little sleep, and praying that the coyotes will make their way into the garage to take out this freshly provided batch of chickens. Although, the extra time is good for planning out my will for when Poppy's mission is completed...

For all you animal lovers out there, I'm glad you like cute little fuzzy animals, as a matter of fact... PLEASE TAKE MINE.



Saturday, February 5, 2011

**WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME**

Energy drinks in an enclosed space: A joint analysis, pt 1


This is one of the worst, albeit most amusing, ideas I have ever heard.

On the drive home from a speech and debate tournament, Shorty and our dear friend B decided to split a 5-hr energy drink. This lead them to sit backwards in their seats, sing a rendition of an impromptu "I love Starbucks" song, exclaim randomly, and make "your face" jokes. There really is only one appropriate reaction to your friends bouncing off the walls in an enclosed van during a 10 hour drive: laugh. 

So let me give you some background. While rifling through her mother's purse, Shorty discovered a 5-hr energy. B looked curiously at the energy shot, and declared that if Shorty would drink half, she would drink half as well. They solemnly drank the energy shot, amidst a background of me mumbling disapprovingly ;) We then sat in silence, I dreading, they anticipating, the onset of the energy.

Then, it happened.

Shorty exclaimed "I AM A MONKEY" and the two of them went off into gales of giggles. This declaration was followed by various nonsense statements. Let me give you some examples:
  •  "I think I saw a fish!" 
  • "I am a dysfunctional helicopter!"
  •  "We can, look, a, um, a, thing. A, Fred Meyer thing. We can get the thingy there, the, um, thingy... The, Despicable Me! YEAH! We can pretend to be, like, the, you know, minion things! Aehehheheeeee!"
  • "That guy looks like an Oompa Loompa!"
  • "That truck has onions in the back. It reminds me of your bedroom."
  • "I love your foot, because it is soft and fuzzy."
  •  "IMMA EAT YOU!!!" 
  •  "All of our conversations are completely normal. And not hyper at all. We are much too responsible for that. **high-pitched giggle squeak of joy**" 


That ride was, interesting, to say the least. But definitely amusing :D


-Shrimpy

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Soda-pop searching

The other day, Shorty and I went on a quest to find her a soda-pop for a friends drink-themed White Elephant game. First, we went to Safeway. We thought perhaps they would have lavender or lemongrass soda, but they did not. We then proceeded to Top Foods. We wandered the store, looking for the drink section. We found a natural drink section, but they mostly had natural-looking weird healthy-type drinks made of acai and other interesting fruit and veggies. Shorty wandered off to find something else, and I inspected both the orange juice/milk section, and the soda-pop aisle. In the section with the cases of soda, and the big two-liter bottles, I encountered an old lady who was talking loudly to herself. I decided that if Shorty really wanted to look down this aisle, she could come with me. At the end of the aisle, I found Shorty, and she helped the store lady who was serving samples unplug her coffee machine. Then we went and stared longingly at the energy drinks... At this point, I was getting somewhat bored, but Shorty, talking about how she wanted to find a bottle of Leninade, led the way through the produce section, looking for a refrigerated drink case. Our conversation went somewhat like this:

Shorty: Okay, its here somewhere.
Me: I dunno, honestly, I haven't seen anything like that, perhaps they don't have it?
Shorty: Let's find the refrigerated section, you know, the single bottles? ALL stores have one.
Me: What? You mean the orange juice area? I checked there…
Shorty: Nononono, the single refrigerated bottles!
Me: All we've seen like that was the natural section…
Shorty: No, like, a big case.
Me: Ohhh… You mean, like that thing by the deli? *points*
Shorty: YES. *sigh* Shrimpyyyy! >.<

We ran/hopped/skipped/danced over to the case, and began inspecting bottles. Some of the drinks were really weird. One of the orange colored drinks had a big purple eye on it, and said "I look like I'm orange, but I taste like I'm grape!" Oooh, I know how they did that one ;) Lots of food coloring *gasp* :P There were frosty-the-snowman drinks, orange soda, many varieties of root beer, the purple eye drink, and a drink entitled "Kickapoo Joy Juice: The original dogpatch recipe". Don't ask me what it means, because I don't know.  It was just a simple  citrus soda, but the name was amusing, and Shorty finally settled on it for her gift. When we were checking out, the cashier was being friendly, and talking to us about the holidays.

Cashier: So, how's your holiday going?
Shorty: Good, thanks. This drink is actually my White Elephant gift for a Christmas party I'm attending.
Cashier: Oh, really? Does it have a funny holiday saying on it or something? *reaches for bottle and reads label* Kickapoo Joy Juice? Oh. *somewhat nervous/uncomfortable/confused laugh* That's, um, interesting. Well, uh, have a nice day!
Me: *giggle*


Shrimpy out.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Stairway adventures

Yesterday evening, Shorty joined me at my speech club. She watched me give my speech, and then we exited the room. The plan was to go downstairs and watch our friends speak. However, I was feeling adventurous. Directly outside of the room was a stairwell. I thought to myself, “Why don’t we explore?” and proceeded down the stairway. Shorty hurried down the stairs behind me, inquiring, “Do you know where you are going?!?” I jumped off the stairs and headed down the hallway towards the door. “No, I’m not sure, but I feel like exploring! Hopefully we won’t turn up somewhere weird!” I tried the door at the end of the hallway, but it was locked. Around the corner was another stairway. I ventured up it. Shorty followed me, making sarcastic and skeptical comments about my directional abilities. We opened the door at the top of the stairway, and were greeted by surprised stares.  By way of following my oh-so-wonderful navigational abilities, we had ended up on the other end of the room we had just left. *sigh* And then, of course, Shorty proceeded to tease me about it.

If Dora can explore, why can’t I?


-Shrimpy

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