For Kat and the learning of Japanese.

March 30th, 2009 by Bedlamie

IT IS NOT A BRA!

Lily’s trip to New Orleans!

March 26th, 2009 by LilyDay
I have always found that being in the Big Easy is never Easy. Interesting, yes. Intriguing, yes. *sighs* If only I could find someone to fund my art for me to move there.  A few photos!

Apparently, these are rare. Many have been stolen....according to a lady I overheard talking to her friend.

Apparently, these are rare. Many have been stolen....according to a lady I overheard talking to her friend.

Jim White said that when people have things to say then they'll find a way to say it. Of course, I'm only paraphrasing that...but the point is...*points* ... this person had something to say.

Jim White said that when people have things to say then they'll find a way to say it to the world. Of course, I'm only paraphrasing but the point is...*points*...is that this person had something to say.

Honey, have you seen the remote?

Honey, have you seen the remote?

Who knew that Lady Liberty could dance? le dance! That's french.

Who knew that Lady Liberty could dance? le dance! That's French. (by the way, I don't think that's a lady.)

Middle School Logic

March 18th, 2009 by Bedlamie

Today I sub taught gym.

A girl was wearing a shirt that said,” Vegitarian Vampire.”

I asked her, amused, what on earth a vegitarian vampire would eat..

Her reply was,” Animal Blood.”

I said,” Isn’t that still an animal?”

“Well, it is not humans…trust me it works out.”

Huh.

If drinking a fair amount coffee means you see more ghosts..

March 13th, 2009 by Bedlamie

I assume that every day in M’s life is like the Haunted Mansion at Disney world.

Here is the study that says so.

Where have all the cheeses gone?

March 12th, 2009 by LilyDay

As you all know, I have been working on whittling down the amount of space that I take up in this world. Oh yes, in more ways than one. The Bob and I will be traveling today to the town over today and he has requested that we eat at that place that sells tacos. You know the one. I probably can’t mention the name here, but the sign has a bell on it … and they sell tacos. In figuring out the point system for that program that uses points (again, I shouldn’t say…. but they Watch your Weight)… I now see that I can never eat anything else from said establishment. Who knew? All of this to say that I want cheese and I want rice and I want beans. Give it to me now.
I think this guy feels my pain: http://pete-za-pizza.blogspot.com/

Today is Lily’s Birthday

January 7th, 2009 by Bedlamie

Someone (MARK) should fix the site so she can see it and someone (THATS YOU MR MARK) also needs to fix the gallary and not be lazy and feed his hat to horses (MARK) so we can post pictures of cakes.

BEST PLAN EVER

January 7th, 2009 by Bedlamie

Why can’t we elope in the sun like these kids?

Merry Christmas!

December 25th, 2008 by Bedlamie

What did ya’ll get for loot?

Also, what was the funniest converstation overheard or out of context?

Is it brokened?

December 8th, 2008 by Bedlamie

I made this thing. In my fever. About what NOT to do when sick.

I can’t access the gallery though.

*pokes it*

Also, there was a spam comment. I deleted it. Then the journal had the nerve to tell me I couldn’t! Well, I already done did.

So much for journalism

December 3rd, 2008 by Mark M

Under the headline, “WALRUS PLAYS THE SAXOPHONE,” the telegraph.co.uk goes on to inform readers of one of the most pertinent and arresting issues of the day, i.e. that a walrus has been trained to play the saxophone.

“The Beatles once penned the song “I am the Walrus” but now this whiskered marine mammal has proved that the animal kingdom can blow its own trumpet.

Under the direction of her trainer, Sara the Walrus grips the brass instrument between her flippers and blasts out a note.”

Helpfully, the article goes on:

“Her role at the Dolphinarium is a far cry from the behaviour of her wild counterparts, which spend most of their lives on sea ice in seeking out molluscs to eat.”

presumably on the offchance that readers might believe that the natural behaviour of her wild brethern was to lounge about the sea ice improvising bebop and clicking flippers to the beat.