Day 3

Skipped day two. Not enough happening.

Day 1

Now that I'm laid off and don't have anything to do for three weeks, I've started a painting of Grace and Tim.

1. I got this picture from Grace. The lightings fun and I see goofy potential.





2. I wanted to spice up there clothes so I found these toasty outfits on various fasion websites.







3. Here's what I got done today while listening to Regina Speckter, Ingrid Michaelson, and Cake. (I think Grace and Tim like them all)

Tell me what you think.

This is what we call the Dale Shooooow!

As hinted by my sister...

If you don't know what this is from, you can watch here.

Happy Birthday!

Ah! But do you have five gold coins?

Puff the Dreamy Island

We recently moved all of our music from cd's to a computer. Now where before I was listening to Behold the Lamb of God, I am listening to Puff the Magic Dragon, I Dreamed a Dream, and the dreaded Your Island. What an improvement!

By the way, would you rather marry Susan Boyle, or Anne Shirley?

It's all about me!

Today we were sitting at the dinner table where I started talking. "Everyone keeps asking about my resolution-"

"Oh! My resolution? My- My bottom? About my resolution? Interupted Mamma."

I don't think I know what your talking about Mamma.

-Eden, Parts 4 and 5 of Castle in the Air are reversed.

-I could smell spring today!

-I've been thinking about TinTin lately. It's strange how my childhood obsessions keep coming back to me.

I've been thinking...

Well I don't know if Grace is going to blog about this but I can give my personal experience. After church yesterday I didn't have Sunday school so Daddy offered to let me ride his electronic bike. After ridding it a little ways I thought it was very neat. "I bet I could ride this to school often," I thought. But about a mile out of town, a car swerved around me and made me think, "If I keep riding this far into the road those cars will keep getting closer". I went closer to the edge and got wobbly for a second then the bike came to an abrupt halt and I did not. It was also fun to soar through the air for a bit thinking, "Daddy told me it goes fast." I got up thinking "OK, It was just a small spill." Then I started thinking, "Ow. Maybe not." The car that swerved around me came back and a guy got out with tons of band-aids. "When I fall off a bike the thing that hurts the worst is my pride," Said the man sounding like the Brady Brunch dad "Yeah right!" I thought. He offered to take me in his tiny car with already three kids in the back and a tiny trunk, but quickly thought better of it when a truck came by. They drove me back to church were I interrupted my parents Sunday School to go home. "Maybe Joel can still learn how to use that bike," Thought my family. Maybe when I take off these bandages I can take a picture of my road rash.