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Ok, it's quite obvious that both of the authors of this blog are extraordinarily busy right now. Erica is having more fun than I am but...anyways since we are supposed to be posting random things on this here blog...I want to share a picture I took today at work.

A Sister's Bill of Rights

Amendment 1
Brothers shall make no law abridging an establishment of personal space (aka your sister's room), or prohibiting the free enforcement thereof (kicking you out); or abridging the freedom of her speech, or tell the Sister she talks too much; or the right of the Sister's friends to peaceably assemble, and to petition the Parents for a redress of grievances.
Amendment 2
A well regulated and cleaned restroom, being necessary to the security of a clean home, the right of the people to keep and bear Squeegees, shall not be infringed. In addition to: putting your stuff away and not leaving towels on the floor or counters.
Amendment 3
No Brother shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Sister, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by and managed by the Sister.
Amendment 4
The right of the Sister to be secure in her person, room, papers, and effects (such as computers), against unreasonable searches and seizures , shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation from the Parents, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. If this is infringed upon, please remove the evidence promptly, such as taking the bowl that you ate your cereal in off of her bed.
Amendment 5
Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted when the Sister wants to go out on a date. Nor is she at any time required to pay for your meal, your coffee or any other expense you may have. <-----That was for my brother (David)
Amendment 6
The powers not delegated to the Sister by the inherent constitution of the family, nor prohibited by it to the individuals within the family, is reserved to the Sister respectively, or to the parents.

BACKWARDS FORWARDS!!!

I thought this was so cool lol!!!

This fun poem is by James Stevenson from the book called The Pizza the Size of the Sun. See if you can read it. You might have to read it out loud so it will make sense. Hope I'm confusing you enough! If you can read this: I evol a doog naelc ekoj! Then you can read the poem below.

I thguoht d'I etirw ekil siht yadot
esuaceb ti demees ekil nuf,
ev'I tog on rehto nosaer,
tub I ylerus t'nod deen eno.

tI ylbaborp sesufnoc uoy
eht tsrif emit taht uoy ees
eht sdrow lla nettirw sdrawkcab. . .
ti osla delzzup em.

tuB won ev'I nettog desu ot ti,
dna ylerus os evah uoy,
dna ev'I a llams noicipsus
taht uoy tsuj thgim yrt ti oot.

Killing Time...

At a stoplight.

How do you kill time at a stoplight? Erica and I were sitting at the same one a few nights ago that took forever, literally FOREVER to change. So...I killed time by texting, digging in my purse for chapstick, organizing my front seat (if you know me, you know that my life, yes my life, is in my car. I carry everything with me, at all times. I should have been a girl scout...always prepared for anything!), etc. I know Erica did some of the same things. Driving can get soooo soooo boring if you're alone and not 'de-stressing' (I drive to let of steam and work out stress). So how do you pass the time?

Ode to Macaroni

This is my Ode to Macaroni,
with some ham and cheese for a guard,
you're a protein and a carb...
-Wooten
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Both of the authors of this blog LOVE Macaroni and cheese. My personal favorite is fried macaroni and cheese balls from the Cheesecake Factory. I love them! (TJI Friday's have recently started to serve them, as well as Jack in the Box.) I wish I had the other words to Wooten's ode...but I think he made it quite clear that Macaroni and Cheese is the best food on the whole earth. Anyway you make it. Although in mine...please hold the meat!!!

Ode to Starbucks

Ode to Starbucks

I. Tall

O great logo of green and white, hated by many and loved by more,
First destination of early mornings, and harbinger of latest nights,
You are loved and hated not for your quality
(admittedly better than average) but for the ubiquity of your name.
Once you resided in malls, in airports, but now you swallow them whole:
Smaller shops tremble in fear of your popular mass-production
While longtime patrons resign themselves to your inevitable takeover.
Your odd vocabulary has permanently infixed itself in our tongues;
Your name has come to replace "coffee" as the label for our addiction.

(And so-- O Starbucks-- I have observed it!
From nothingness you rise.)

II. Grande

O great symbol, the world loves and hates you for what you represent.
Some throw stones or write angry editorials;
Others drink happily, surrounded by the constant hum of propaganda.

One bright summer morning in a small English town,
I wake to see a crowd shouting obscenities outside your window;
"Down with American capitalism," the placards say.
I walk through the line, deliberate and determined:
"For capitalism and America," I say, "Make it a venti."

Nevertheless, America is more than Starbucks uber alles;
It is freedom and choice and opportunity for all.
I pray that we do not one day lose this freedom
Under an oppressive banner of green and white.

It is true that we as a nation cannot break our addiction
To these wonderful beans, nor do we desire to do so.
We wish only some choice in where, and how, our bodies are mistreated.

(And yet-- O Starbucks-- I have foreseen it!
The rise of empire and the fall of man.)

III. Venti

O Starbucks, I cannot bring myself to love or hate you.
You are a force like the weather, your presence overwhelms.
Sometimes I seek the reassurance of your constant-chic decor;
Tonight I try to flee from your rich and omnipresent aroma.

I run for miles into the night, thinking myself wild and free-willed,
But when I stop to rest, I find myself leaning against your window.
I am surrounded: there is no escape.
I float with the tide, I follow the crowd:
I walk up to the counter and order a mocha,
Handing the cashier five dollars and my soul.

(And so-- O Starbucks-- I have lived it!
To nothingness we return.)

- Author Unknown

Ode To Erica's Computer Issues...

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,

and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,

then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,

and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,

and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,

then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,

says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,

but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,

that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall......

And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,

so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;

then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,

'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang.

When the copy on your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk,

and the macro code instructions is causing unnecessary risk,

then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM,

and then quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your Mom!

Well, that certainly clears things up for me. How about you?

-Author Unknown (I should have added this last night when I posted ;)