Monday, August 27, 2012
Hunger
I must say I'm sorry. I have been neglecting my blog. I have not fed it in the last... month or two. Be prepared to be fed well blog! This is a post about my life right now. So, as I mentioned in my 'about me' part, I'm a very active member of 4-H. I am involved in archery and poultry projects. Our fair just passed and it was awesome. First, I got Grand Champion in my division (intermediate) for showing my little banty chicken, and my friend got Reserve (2nd) Champion under me. Then, later that day, I got Top Rooster for my little Japanese banty. THEN, I got Reserve Grand on my chicken egg incubator that I built. A day later, I got a blue on shooting archery + Grand for my division + Grand overall! So, its been an exciting and tiring week. Plus, the two weeks before the fair, I had to serve at a local music venue as backstage hospitality (guess that's not so bad...we get to meet famous people!) Plus just everyday life like feeding the chickens, chores, video games and friends. I'm just stayed the night at our friends and were ready to go out on the boat so I can go wake surfing. So until I calm down from the month, my blog might be a little hungry!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Styks-Vol.1
This is my first Styks ever. |
Second. |
Third and favorite. |
Of course, fourth and last. |
I am working on others write now and I'm hoping to get Vol. 2 out soon. Styks is a FREE program that you can get at any download store online. Click Here: styks.net
Saturday, July 14, 2012
The Adventures of Bubba! #1 - The Water Balloon
He still hasn't lost the scar so: Hoof Face. So now we return to the original story. So Bubba ends up have a pretty good day at school and come home and starts eating his after school cookies in his room. About a half and hour later his mom comes to the room and says "Joe wants you to come out to play. He wants to show you something." Bubba knows what he wants to show him and, if you haven't guessed, it wasn't good. So he climbed the stairs, up to the top room. He went over to the window and peered out. There was Joe, sitting on the grass, indian style, with the biggest balloon ever to be filled sitting in his lap. Bubba got an idea. A wonderful idea. He quickly went to go get his pride and joy, his Buck BB gun, (this was about ten years before the production of the Red Rider, mind you) and returned, carefully and quietly opened the window. I play out the following events here:
Can't really come up with an ending for this one. But I've got this: Don't mess with the Bubbanator!
This story is based on real, honest to goodness happenings. Bubba = My Father Age 8-16
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
A Boy And His Pets
Pets are a giant part of any boy's life. They are fun, entertaining and lovable. But for some boys, pets are hard to acquire. It requires a great deal of nagging and begging and even groveling. This is, of course, a last resort. Here is an example of a boy destined to get a dog: (Rubbing his moms feet) "I love you mom" "I love you too son. What do you want?" She sighs. " Can I have a d..." and before he can finish his sentence, the mom, quick as lightening says " NO!!!". The boy then proceeds to the usual "But mom! This won't be like the fish- I promise!" "No! Now leave me alone!". This same conversation reoccurs millions, maybe billions of times and even when he finally breaks through and he can get a pet, its something stupid like a fish or a parrot. Then, there are the lucky boys, like me, who live on a farm or false farm which have many, many animals. As a matter of fact I have too many animals. You know what-here they are:
Here's My Dog, Nutmeg.
Man's Best Friend. (And A Boy's!).
Skeeter
Bella (left) and Tink (right).
Rockie, Cheepers and Marley. (can't really tell them apart)
Frank Daisy
Silkie
Speedy
Hawk
Bar-BQ
Pigeon
Harley the Rooster
Speckles
Johny Lang
Oreo
Alice, the Brazilian Muscovy Duck.
Fro and Wiggy, my 4-H Show Birds.
Shadow, my Dwarf Hamster.
Chugger, my brother's Dwarf Hamster.
And my dad's pet worm, Wiglet.
As you can see, I have lots of pets. Just beware, cage cleaning day! A Boy's worst nightmare. Also a way for the mom to get back at the boy for all of the begging! (Mom evilly laughs) BwwaaaaaHaahaaahaa!!!! You missed a spot! BwwaaaaaHaahaaahaa!!!!
Here's My Dog, Nutmeg.
Man's Best Friend. (And A Boy's!).
Bella (left) and Tink (right).
Rockie, Cheepers and Marley. (can't really tell them apart)
Frank Daisy
Silkie
Speedy
Hawk
Bar-BQ
Pigeon
Harley the Rooster
Speckles
Johny Lang
Oreo
Alice, the Brazilian Muscovy Duck.
Fro and Wiggy, my 4-H Show Birds.
Shadow, my Dwarf Hamster.
Chugger, my brother's Dwarf Hamster.
As you can see, I have lots of pets. Just beware, cage cleaning day! A Boy's worst nightmare. Also a way for the mom to get back at the boy for all of the begging! (Mom evilly laughs) BwwaaaaaHaahaaahaa!!!! You missed a spot! BwwaaaaaHaahaaahaa!!!!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The Perfect Mothers Day
Then of course, there is a realistic mothers day. A realistic mothers day starts with you forgetting to set your alarm clock and waking up at 8:00 instead of 6:00. You come out to your mom sitting on the couch playing with her phone. You say "go to bed please", almost irritated. She says " Okay, one second" paying no attention to you. At 8:20 you finally get her into bed and start to wake up your brother. At 8:45 you start to make the eggs and then put the bagels in the toaster. Your brother who is getting bored sitting there watching you cook breakfast, says he wants to watch TV. You fight about it for a few minutes and finally he wins and your putting on Tom & Jerry when you smell something that smell like eggs. Eggs. Hmm- what could tha... EGGS!!!!! You jump up and run to the stove and frantically take the eggs and throw the in the trash. It's 9:00 o'clock now and you have the burned bagels slathered with cream cheese to stunt the...burntness. So now you have to get the eggs and cook others but, of course, there are no more eggs so, you start fishing in the trash can and eventually find them and start washing them in the sink. The only thing that goes right is cutting the grapefruit which, in the feeling that you have triumphed over the breakfast, you finally peel your brother away from the TV and bring the breakfast to your mom. She says "Oh...ummmm... thank you boys, I love you". She then eats some grapefruit and puts the plate on her bedside table. She gets up and you try to tell her to stop, but your brother quickly shakes his head at you behind her back and you say "Forget it". So the rest of the day is basically were you try to help your mom as much as you can, but end up playing a video game instead. The day ends with your mom agitatedly saying "You know, just go to bed." and you go to bed at 7:30. This is a realistic Mothers Day. Here's a summed up picture.
Oh well, it's just the laws of boyhood doing their natural functions, I always say.
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