Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Daily Story 209 - Why ADD is Annoying Sometimes
I had a story idea but I forgot it. It was something like Jeff the Dinosaur or something. I dunno.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Daily Story 208 - Auf Deutsch
Zwei Kinder leben in einem Haus mit ihren Vater und Mutter. Ein Kind ist ein Junge, und das andere Kind ist ein Mädchen. Der Junge heißt Jörg und das Mädchen heißt Julie. Jörg und Julie haben viele Freunden in ihrem Stadt, und sie spielen mit ihren Freunden jeden Tag. Jörg und Julie sind nicht Zwillinge, sondern Julie ist ein Jahr alter als Jörg. Jörg ist 9 Jahre alt und Julie ist 10 Jahre alt. Sein Eltern heißen Josef und Johanna. Josef und Johanna lieben ihren Kinder sehr viel.
Daily Story 207 - Floss Wars
Ever since my floss ran out, I have found myself in need of some new floss. However, it has been difficult to obtain it, as I could never remember it until late at night, when it came time to brush my teeth and go to bed. Finally, though, I was able to get the message across to my mother, and she followed my instructions and obtained for me some new, fancier floss. She even brought me two different kinds.
However, this has caused a problem with the flossing ritual. For you see, it is difficult to choose between two different yet eerily similar kinds of floss, and so I find myself having to give both flosses the attention they deserve, otherwise there could be a major problem, just like there was when my toothpaste had to share a bathroom counter with my parents' toothpaste. I would hate to see a full-fledged floss war happening in my bathroom.
So far, I have only used one brand of floss - the Oral-B Glide floss. However, the Crest Glide floss yearns to be used as well, and it grows angry and impatient in its plastic-and-cardboard packaging. I ought to take it out and use it as well, but then the Oral-B might feel rejected. Not only that, but it seems like I ought to use one completely before starting on the other. However, explaining that to the Crest might be difficult...
If only my floss would come to terms with its existence and be brave and kind like the old Safeway floss that stayed faithful and true to the very end, life would be so much better for both of them.
However, this has caused a problem with the flossing ritual. For you see, it is difficult to choose between two different yet eerily similar kinds of floss, and so I find myself having to give both flosses the attention they deserve, otherwise there could be a major problem, just like there was when my toothpaste had to share a bathroom counter with my parents' toothpaste. I would hate to see a full-fledged floss war happening in my bathroom.
So far, I have only used one brand of floss - the Oral-B Glide floss. However, the Crest Glide floss yearns to be used as well, and it grows angry and impatient in its plastic-and-cardboard packaging. I ought to take it out and use it as well, but then the Oral-B might feel rejected. Not only that, but it seems like I ought to use one completely before starting on the other. However, explaining that to the Crest might be difficult...
If only my floss would come to terms with its existence and be brave and kind like the old Safeway floss that stayed faithful and true to the very end, life would be so much better for both of them.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Daily Story 206 - The Yarn Family
There was once a ball of yarn that was made up of a family. There was Mommy Yarn, Daddy Yarn, Daughter Yarn, Son Yarn, Doggy Yarn, and Crazy Hobo Yarn, and they all lived in a pretty little house made up of baby blankets and doilies and hand-crocheted coasters. One day, though, Daughter Yarn decided that she wanted to move out.
"But why would you want to leave us, sis?" asked Son Yarn in his saddest sad voice. He did not want Daughter Yarn to leave.
"Because I'm tired of being stuck in this ball all the time. I want to go out and live, to make new things, to... to be free!" Daughter Yarn replied dramatically. She was a very dramatic theater major.
"Fine, then we'll have to get the scissors," Mommy Yarn said. "Daddy Yarn, would you do the honors?"
"Certainly, my dear," said Daddy Yarn, and he went off to fetch the scissors, leaving Son Yarn to say his tearful farewells.
"I'll miss you, sis!" he sobbed as he gave Daughter Yarn a yarn-hug.
"I'll come and visit," Daughter Yarn reminded him. "It's not like you'll never see me again."
"You promise?" Son Yarn sniffled.
"Yes, I promise," said Daughter Yarn, just as Daddy Yarn returned with the scissors.
"All right, here we go," said Daddy Yarn, and with Mommy Yarn's help, he cut Daughter Yarn away from the rest of them, and she said one final farewell to Mommy Yarn, Daddy Yarn, Son Yarn, Doggy Yarn, and even Crazy Hobo Yarn, and they all yarn-hugged her in return, except for Crazy Hobo Yarn, who was a little preoccupied with some fishes, before she set out on her way to a new life and new adventures.
"But why would you want to leave us, sis?" asked Son Yarn in his saddest sad voice. He did not want Daughter Yarn to leave.
"Because I'm tired of being stuck in this ball all the time. I want to go out and live, to make new things, to... to be free!" Daughter Yarn replied dramatically. She was a very dramatic theater major.
"Fine, then we'll have to get the scissors," Mommy Yarn said. "Daddy Yarn, would you do the honors?"
"Certainly, my dear," said Daddy Yarn, and he went off to fetch the scissors, leaving Son Yarn to say his tearful farewells.
"I'll miss you, sis!" he sobbed as he gave Daughter Yarn a yarn-hug.
"I'll come and visit," Daughter Yarn reminded him. "It's not like you'll never see me again."
"You promise?" Son Yarn sniffled.
"Yes, I promise," said Daughter Yarn, just as Daddy Yarn returned with the scissors.
"All right, here we go," said Daddy Yarn, and with Mommy Yarn's help, he cut Daughter Yarn away from the rest of them, and she said one final farewell to Mommy Yarn, Daddy Yarn, Son Yarn, Doggy Yarn, and even Crazy Hobo Yarn, and they all yarn-hugged her in return, except for Crazy Hobo Yarn, who was a little preoccupied with some fishes, before she set out on her way to a new life and new adventures.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Daily Story 205 - Make Peace With Yourself, O Young One
It was a beautiful spring day, and all the sheets and blankets in the land had been washed and were ready to be folded. They waited excitedly for their turn to be folded, and soon all but one had its chance to become neat and orderly and ready to be put away until their time came to be used once more. However, there was a problem with the last one. For you see, this last one was not a regular sheet. This last one was a sheet with elastic around the edges, and thus it became impossible to fold it like a regular sheet.
Now, this sheet did not mean to make life so difficult. It was merely a sheet, and it wished for nothing more than to be folded neatly like the others and used to cover a long twin bed someday in the future. However, it did not understand that its features made it impossible for the Grand Folder to do so. The other sheets watched with impatience as the Grand Folder attempted to fold the final sheet in a way that would be more or less neat and orderly, but the Grand Folder was inexperienced and had difficulties folding the final sheet very nicely. In the end, the Grand Folder gave up, and the sheet with elastic edges had to settle for a halfhearted attempt at tidiness. However, this was not a problem for the sheet, nor was it a problem for any of the others, for it was a passable attempt, and their lives in the drawers would not really require for the elastic-edged sheet to be as neat and tidy as the others. And, as the pillowcase pointed out, the less tidy nature of the elastic-edged sheet's folding would make it easier for the Grand Folder - or anyone who required the help of the sheets and blankets - to distinguish it from the others, thus allowing for a more efficient search for proper sheets and blankets.
Upon hearing this, the elastic-edged sheet was able to find peace with itself, and it waited excitedly, along with all the others, for that special moment when they would be put away in the drawers until their time came to cover sleep furniture once more.
Now, this sheet did not mean to make life so difficult. It was merely a sheet, and it wished for nothing more than to be folded neatly like the others and used to cover a long twin bed someday in the future. However, it did not understand that its features made it impossible for the Grand Folder to do so. The other sheets watched with impatience as the Grand Folder attempted to fold the final sheet in a way that would be more or less neat and orderly, but the Grand Folder was inexperienced and had difficulties folding the final sheet very nicely. In the end, the Grand Folder gave up, and the sheet with elastic edges had to settle for a halfhearted attempt at tidiness. However, this was not a problem for the sheet, nor was it a problem for any of the others, for it was a passable attempt, and their lives in the drawers would not really require for the elastic-edged sheet to be as neat and tidy as the others. And, as the pillowcase pointed out, the less tidy nature of the elastic-edged sheet's folding would make it easier for the Grand Folder - or anyone who required the help of the sheets and blankets - to distinguish it from the others, thus allowing for a more efficient search for proper sheets and blankets.
Upon hearing this, the elastic-edged sheet was able to find peace with itself, and it waited excitedly, along with all the others, for that special moment when they would be put away in the drawers until their time came to cover sleep furniture once more.
Daily Story 204 - Trails
The winter has passed.
The trails are drying.
The flowers are blooming.
The aspens are greening.
Yes, greening.
It's hard to keep the pattern and be scientifically accurate at the same time.
Greening explains what the aspens are doing very well, thank you very much.
The children are playing.
The river is flowing.
The snow is melting.
The sky is falling.
I have to make sure you're paying attention sometimes, you know.
The clouds are drifting.
The dogs are running.
The grass is growing.
The birds are singing.
The world is changing.
The minstrels are singing.
I'm sure there are minstrels somewhere around here.
The oceans are roaring.
The whales are swimming.
The fish are eating.
The cameras are flashing.
I think I should just give up at this point, this is getting ridiculous.
The winter has passed.
The trails are drying.
The flowers are blooming.
The aspens are greening.
Yes, greening.
It's hard to keep the pattern and be scientifically accurate at the same time.
Greening explains what the aspens are doing very well, thank you very much.
The children are playing.
The river is flowing.
The snow is melting.
The sky is falling.
I have to make sure you're paying attention sometimes, you know.
The clouds are drifting.
The dogs are running.
The grass is growing.
The birds are singing.
The world is changing.
The minstrels are singing.
I'm sure there are minstrels somewhere around here.
The oceans are roaring.
The whales are swimming.
The fish are eating.
The cameras are flashing.
I think I should just give up at this point, this is getting ridiculous.
The winter has passed.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
OH MY GOBLET OF FIRE
So guess who's going to be managing the Rijks Family Gallery social networking from now on?
I dunno, but I think it might be me. I should probably look into that.
I dunno, but I think it might be me. I should probably look into that.
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