Hey, look! It's a small, purple, greatful dead bear!

Okay, we all know my beloved Cassidy Bear. She's my awesome grateful dead bear I've had forever. (Even if you didn't know that, you do NOW) She's awesome. And I just made some brand-new DVDs of her three months ago! SODO, and SODT are out now, along with some more of my geekness. And so now, for that day, when CB fades her glory away, I'm gonna need a memorial video.

We all know what those are. Those videos with pictures fading out slowly and some dramatic music playing in the back round. There are all these photos of when the person was young and happy, and then, when it's over, there's this message that says something totally phony or mushy, like "Rest in peace, Mr. Dan" or "We'll miss you, Barbra" or, sometimes, the occasional "I'll love you forever, Jannie." Yeah, they're soupy, but they're what every funeral needs.

So, I took a bunch of pics of Cassidy Bear about a week ago for this project that I intend to put a lot of work and effort into. Today, I play to work out the soundtrack. Probably some no-name-band hit that's only been in every car commercial ever. Like that song on the Herb Chambers commercial. It's some twisted version of Shocking Blue's Venus. Yeah. That's not gonna be at CB's funeral.

What I really need to finish is the editorial of the photos/videos that I'm going to be using. I mean, one wrong shoot, and someone in Pakistan could be highly offended! Some people are just was too sensitive. I hope I don't offend any Pakistanis with the picture that I'm posting above, of my beloved bear.

Rock on

Okay, so now I've got Corrina rocking to all of my very old and awesome music. I leave my MP3 playing while she's getting ready, and so I make her listen to all the great rock stuff (Rush, dcTalk, the Beatles, Monkeys, Coldplay, too many more to name) and so now she can sing three Beatles songs! 1: Drive my car, 2: Hello Goodbye, and 3: The continuing story of Bungalow Bill. Those are really random songs, I know. She's also doing well with Rocky Raccoon. And she knew all the Monkey's songs. My dad played those for us when we were little. And Sgt. Pepper's. Got that on my mp3. Love Sgt. Pepper's. My dad played it once, after some one's birthday party, and Benefit of Mr. Kite was on, and that song freaked me out. Now I like it. (If you want to know what any of these crazy songs are, pop on Itunes) Well, I love R&R, but I also like dance, and religious, and Instrumentals. Who doesn't love the new version of carol of the bells? It's got electric guitar! (Album: Christmas in some desert which I forgot the name to) That's not the actual album name. But, hey, please, look that up. Tell me what comes up. (If it's disturbing, please, don't send me any gross links.)

It's the adventures of...FREDDY AND DOGPOOP!

Okay, please, do not be offended by the title. Sadly, I didn't make it up. The boys found two worms yesterday. Aidan named his Freddy. He wanted to know if Casey would name his worm Freddy. He said sure. Mom thought it was cute. Then, Casey said, "No, I think I'm gonna name mine Dogpoop." I laughed. And so, Freddy and Dogpoop are now partners in crime! Actually, I don't know. I'm not outside. I'm on my mom's bed. In my mom's bedrooms. In my house. Blogging. Eating leftover girl scout cookies. (Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp) (Swallow) (Chew on that little bit still in there) (Swallow that) Sorry. Just wanted to say what I was doing. Today I went to Chill, a home school group. Most of the people there are teenagers, then there were adults, and then there were kids. I forgot most of the kid's names, except for a few. Lily, Amber, Justin, Jake, Nick, Leanna, PJ and JP. It's a big group. We had a class, then we went on lunch break, then we went outside, I hung out at a skatepark, then we played fishy fish cross my ocean, then we played soccer (World cup, people!) and then I went home. Ahh, my day. Aidan's at counselling. That's not nice. Okay, well, I'm done. Don't forget to vote on that pole, there!

Guess what? It's wednesday!

Wednesday comes every week. It's smack in the middle there, with Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday on the left side, and Thursday, Friday, and Saturday on the right hand side. Not that much of an exciting day, especially at this hour. I'm trying to post as much as I can this month. Last month, (da-da-da-DA!) we broke our posts-per-month record, with an outstanding 22. (For the past year) However, we still have to beat 2008's record, for twenty-four. I'm going for overall, not just last-year title. I bet I won't beat PMB's record for one December. Two posts a day from the 13Th to the 25Th. He did his own countdown. That was the only countdown I've ever see someone do, except me, with my camping things. Did you guys hear about my church camping trip I took last year? Awesome. It rained hard. Two campsites got flooded, thankfully, not mine. Well, actually, three, if you count Misty and Peter's. Yeah, one and a half families had to go. Sheesh, KK, and Uncle Harry went home. Theirs wasn't that bad. And then Zach and everyone in his family (except for Anthony and Ryan, who PMB and Mrs. Polly had in their campsites) left, which kind-of works for both sides. Their campsite was flooded. Like, knee deep. It was funny watching them get their stuff. Swimming through that. Good times, good times.

Okay, let's just wrap this up and tell everyone

I'm thinking of moving. Not from my house, to another blog. I've seen other people move. Maybe we should switch addresses? I mean, trust me, WOC has served me a long and awesome roll, it's just, well, I think I'm getting a little, uh, in need of change. We all need change. Any help? Should I move? (Trust me, I'll give everyone at least two warnings and then a final post with new URL included, if conclusion comes) Tell me. I think that I'm probably staying here, but, then again, I bet everyone here's in need of a new back round, too. Anyone else a little desperate for change? I'm open for anything! Oh, and if any one's even still reading this blog, I've been checking your blog, PMB. Thank you for posting again, but I haven't heard anything from Kristin lately. You still out there? Let me know what you're thinking, and in a few days, we'll get the results. I think I'll open a pole, while I'm at it. 'Kay. Later, guys.

Well, my weekend's done

I had a good weekend.

On Saturday, it was Joanie's birthday. I went to the party. This first part wasn't very interesting because the only kids there were me, Mackenzie, and Yuri. So I'll spare you the details. Then more kids came, and things got interesting. Yuri started acting like a fairy, Zach started hitting people with a baseball bat, and Sheesh arrived an hour late. Fashionably late is one thing, an hour is another. Okay, I admit, Yuri made me spit take (twice) and Danielle scared the heck out of me. I had a rocky Saturday.

Sunday was a cookout at Sheesha's. Most of the time (guess what!) I was with Sheesh and Zach. Didn't see that coming, did you? Well, the first part was me chasing Zach. He took this cake. I had to chase him into the garage, outside, back in, onto the patio, off the patio, upstairs, in Sheesh's room, downstairs, into the bathroom, out of the bathroom, and upstairs in the hall, where I finally took it away. Fun fun. The next part was just games, kickball, ladder ball, wrestling, bounce house. The highlight of my entire day was Zach setting off his own car alarm. He wanted some candy in there. Explain that to Allstar, Zach. "Um, I wanted my Gobstoppers, so, I, uh, broke into my mom's Ford." That's gonne be kind of funny. The last part was with this Irish kid, who's name escapes me. He asked me why I talk funny. I said that he sounded funny, and that it was the accent. He was six or something. I was sitting on Auntie Fafa's lawn, right next to this wall of, uh, brick-cement-whatever-it-was.

And that brings me to today. It's Monday. Aidan painted his fingernails today. That was funny. The preschool teacher laughed. I laughed. Corrina laughed. Mom laughed. Dad laughed. Casey laughed. I'm almost sure that tomorrow, Kristine will laugh. Dad took a picture. They're blue. And I wish I could post the picture. I will, someday. Promise. Oh, my dad did upload my camera to the computer. Here, I'll post a few pictures of my feet up. Be ready, because I might post one as my picture on my profile! Lol.

Okay, now I'm just plain ticked

I've been jipped! By my own library! By Beatles rockband!

Okay, so, from the library, I got the Wii game Beatles rockband, which this intro to is really cool and funky. So I put it in the Wii, start it up, watch the cool intro (I think all EA games have cool intros), then get ready to play. Then, here comes the screen that tells me I need a USB microphone hookup! Then I checked the box. On the back it didn't say, but right next to the T in Teen on the front, "Requires Wii rockband microphone, guitar, or drums in order to play". Great. Now I got a useless game for a week. I've been jipped! Okay, okay, I guess it wasn't the library's fault. I guess I should have read the box more clearly. Like, the entire box, not just the back. Okay, thank you people for listening to me ramble. I will, today, as my random picture, post a picture of something totally random! Observe, the jellyfish.