Weeble Wobble
Do you ever feel like stapling your forehead to the wall? Neither do I. But in case you do, I highly advise against it. Anway....
Last weekend was grand. Saturday was spent fishing with my dad and brother. We went to Lost Lake (on the way out to Little Girl's Point for those not in the loop), hopped in the boat, and spent a solid 2 hours catching 42 bluegills. We were the only ones on the lake, so it was really nice.
Once we got home, my brother finally convinced me to ride on his one of five four wheelers. This isn't an ordinary four wheeler. This is a suck-your-cheeks-in-it's-so-fast-can-barely-hang-on four wheeler. He's won races on it and all that jazz. Well, I got on the dirty foul-smelling thing and hung on for dear life. Then he got off and told ME to DRIVE it.
Which I did. Let's just say I'd never win a "good four wheeler rider" award. If you were to have witnessed the event, all you would have seen was a blur and heard my shrieking laughter trailing behind it.
When I get really scared, I laugh insanely. No screaming for me. Just a hyper insane laughter. Now that I rode on the beast, my brother's friends have been asking me to ride on their four wheelers. Oh dear. *sighs* As long as they don't mind me wrecking it!
Later that night Dusty, JJ, Kayla, Tim, Tom, and I headed off to the wonderful dump that is called Hurley. Saw the normal dumpy folks who are out every single night. The lowlights of the night were the group of "tea-party gals" who I never got along with in high school and the shirtless slurring fool with tatoos on his nipples. Fan-tas-tic.
Yesterday I took a long-ass trip to De Pere for an interview at the same place that Tim works at. That place is frigging HUGE. I knew that it was big, but I wasn't expecting it to be THAT big. The interview itself didn't go very smoothly, but if anything, it gave me good practice for the interview next week.
I don't know what to talk about on here anymore. So I propose this--ask me a question, anything, that you'd like to know about me. I'll answer it. I promise. Even if it's something like "Do you like to eat Cheetoh's dunked in Spagetti-o's?" Because the answer is YES. Love it. Except I can no longer eat it. That is enough. Carry on.
Last weekend was grand. Saturday was spent fishing with my dad and brother. We went to Lost Lake (on the way out to Little Girl's Point for those not in the loop), hopped in the boat, and spent a solid 2 hours catching 42 bluegills. We were the only ones on the lake, so it was really nice.
Once we got home, my brother finally convinced me to ride on his one of five four wheelers. This isn't an ordinary four wheeler. This is a suck-your-cheeks-in-it's-so-fast-can-barely-hang-on four wheeler. He's won races on it and all that jazz. Well, I got on the dirty foul-smelling thing and hung on for dear life. Then he got off and told ME to DRIVE it.
Which I did. Let's just say I'd never win a "good four wheeler rider" award. If you were to have witnessed the event, all you would have seen was a blur and heard my shrieking laughter trailing behind it.
When I get really scared, I laugh insanely. No screaming for me. Just a hyper insane laughter. Now that I rode on the beast, my brother's friends have been asking me to ride on their four wheelers. Oh dear. *sighs* As long as they don't mind me wrecking it!
Later that night Dusty, JJ, Kayla, Tim, Tom, and I headed off to the wonderful dump that is called Hurley. Saw the normal dumpy folks who are out every single night. The lowlights of the night were the group of "tea-party gals" who I never got along with in high school and the shirtless slurring fool with tatoos on his nipples. Fan-tas-tic.
Yesterday I took a long-ass trip to De Pere for an interview at the same place that Tim works at. That place is frigging HUGE. I knew that it was big, but I wasn't expecting it to be THAT big. The interview itself didn't go very smoothly, but if anything, it gave me good practice for the interview next week.
I don't know what to talk about on here anymore. So I propose this--ask me a question, anything, that you'd like to know about me. I'll answer it. I promise. Even if it's something like "Do you like to eat Cheetoh's dunked in Spagetti-o's?" Because the answer is YES. Love it. Except I can no longer eat it. That is enough. Carry on.
COMMENTS
I'm sure you did just fine at your interview!! EWWWW!!! Cheetohs and Spaghetti O's. GROSS!! Spaghetti O's smell like PUKE!! :)
9:03 PMkayla
Yeah, it sounds pretty gross...most people looked at me very oddly.
10:14 PMWhat would you do if you were a platypus? Would you find a big group of platypii friends and have platypus parties and do the platypus dance?
12:22 AMHEy chicka. THanks for your condolences.(hope i spelt that right). I too love spaghetti O's. Im so proud of you trying four wheeling. IT sounded fun. Im too scared to go. My hubby keeps wanting to go, and i suport him, but IM too chicken S**t to go myself. I just hear too many horror stories. PS> Why is my dland not working? .
3:56 AM