Our day at six flags

I must have said something terribly funny(something with a dipthong, by the look of my mouth.)......

...because Dale and I are laughing hysterically. (Mom obviously didn't get it.)

I think Dad pinched Dale in the bum.

What the? Glam Rock Hott?

Dale, Dad and I are showing off our dorky cell phone holders while Carrie is looking more and more like mom. I think Mikey, once again, is checking out the ladies.

School....and an attack on my relative.

I remember one time when we were at a family reunion and Leah starting spraying bug spray in her cousins face. I believe it was this same reunion that she invented a very nasty little definition for the word "plonk". Does anybody rememeber when Leah asked if it was weird to eat your toenails and when everyone said, "Yes." that she got all quiet and said she had some business to take care of in private and then sulked away, clippers in hand? Yes, my friends, I remember all of them. When you want to play hardball again, Leah, leaving comments like that, remember who you are dealing with, and that they can probably get pictures from your mom of you bathing with your brothers...... completely neked!!!!
Alright. School stinks. Espicially when you try to check your homework online, and the stupid school website says that you aren't registered for any classes. I guess the plus side is that you get to get a lot of more productive things done besides your homework. Like making sure your stupid cousin never makes fun of you again.

A new look for toasty?

I doubt anyone will see this. I think people have given up on me. Thanks, beloved family, for believing in me. Well, that topic of this blog is to see if such a long abscence merits a new design. Sort of like a rebirth, if you will. It is too hot here. I don't think that Dave will appreciate me sweating all over his notebook. Peace.

Thursday is my Favorite Time of Year

I'll tell you what I like about Thursday; It is the only day where Thanksgiving occurs. Our dear holiday is very selective. Let us analyze the beauty of Thursday. If Thanksgiving was on Monday or Friday, we would only get a 3 day weekend. Wednesday would mean it is back to school on Friday (who has ever heard of a 5 day weekend?). Yes, Thursday it must be. The beautiful simplicity of it has baffled our greatest minds. Aristotle, Plato, and John Tesh have never been able to grasp just exactly how beautiful it really is.
Let us move on to my mothers pies. I don't think Garlic Boy will be joining us for turkey, so let me remind him of the flaky crust. The homemade apple pie filling. The empty Comstock cans waiting to be licked clean. I know you are really taking one for the team. But when we all meet around that can-shaped-cranberry-sauce-in-the-sky, Garlic Boy will not regret not tasting the famous pies of 2005. He will be satisfied with knowing that his in-laws will let him use their cabin next year. Here's to you, Garlic Boy. We're going to miss you (and Sulla and the pixie and your beautiful wife, of course).

How to Get Your Bike Stolen in Style

I decided that due to the recent criminal action in Oregon, I would put a list together of websites to pump up my quazi-cousin, Sir Dylan. I hope that all of us will benifit from these sites that happen to be the only sites on my favorites list. Sir Dylan, this crud's for you.

http://www.hasbro.com/mylittlepony/

http://www.teamster.org/

http://www.nra.org/

http://www.browning.com/homepage/index.asp

http://www.pokemon.com/flash.asp

http://www.homedepot.com/prel80/HDUS/EN_US/pg_index.jsp?CNTTYPE=NAVIGATION&CNTKEY=pg_index.jsp&m=1130806751109

http://www.realultimatepower.net/

I decided to put a site that would not be classified as a worthy pump up site. I think that these sites would not help us to kill everyone we come in contact with, but just give reason for our attackers to make fun of us.

http://www.marthastewart.com/page.jhtml?type=learn-cat&id=cat20027

http://www.kmart.com/home.jsp

http://www2.oprah.com/index.jhtml

http://chuma.cas.usf.edu/~dking3/real_ultimate_power.htm

The Fourth Type of Beauty

My dear cousin forgot to write about my type of beauty on her blog. She must have been so enveloped by her movie star beauty that she forgot about the fourth and ultimate type of beauty that I posses; I am Glam Rock Hott. (check out the blog yourself)
http://mirandasstories.blogspot.com/




For some reason my scanner cut out the bottom of this picture where the band signed the picture and said stuff like, "I wish I were as Glam Rock Hott as you!" and "Where did you get those radicool pants!?" Last week I borrowed the lead singers pants for my Star Trek convention. That's how tight me and him are. (he didn't even wash them before he put them back on.)

Do I need to say more about the Grimleys? I think not. Last Saturday when I was hanging with these guys we got into a philosophical discussion about why I am so Glam Rock Hott. Benny suggested it was because of the way the planets aligned on the day of my birth. Beardo said that maybe it had something to do with how incredibly good looking I am. Lionguy said my mom probably fed me pretty potion in my infancy. She-man just thought that maybe I was raised by unicorns and somehow inherited their magical beauty. I personally think that it is all of them, except for the pretty potion. We all agreed that that would be cheating, and there is nothing that says "cheater" about my looks. Just hott. I better get going. I have another Worlds Most Glam Rock Hott competition to win.

The Second Funniest Blog on the Net

For those of you who may or may not have a last name that starts with "higg" or "war". And for those of you who think I am a bit "psycho" or that I don't know how to "wipe properly", and like that, I suggest you go to someones blog, someone that might or might not be realated to me, because it is very funny. http://garlicboy.blogspot.com
Just trying to share the love.