Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter! Yesterday (Sunday) we painted eggs, went to the park and played a fun game of soccer (despite the bitter weather and my terrible soccer skills), did a treasure hunt and received a prize of chocolate, and had fun. I hope everyone had a fun Easter (btw, do you like my picture?)
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Hired or Fired? part 2!!!!!
Here is Hired or Fired part two!
After Gilbert landed on the ground, he was immediately taken to intensive care unit, because after being shot from the cannon he ended up with a broken leg, a broken arm, and several broken ribs. While he was in bed, Mr. Phillips came up to him and said, “Gilbert, YOU’RE FIRED! You’re a ridiculous old clown who can’t do anything right! Goodbye!” Then he walked away. After Gilbert got a bunch of casts and crutches, he ran away from the hospital.
As he hobbled through a park, Gilbert spotted a bunch of men dressed like octopuses surrounding a poor old woman. As Gilbert neared them, he could hear the old woman calling the men (who were doing a retarded dance) shenanigans and hoodlums.
Gilbert limped closer, and shouted, “Who are you guys?” although he already know. “The YGG, Youth Gangster Group,” the one closest to him replied. “I know you, Sam,” said Gilbert. “But what’s with the octopus costumes? Don’t you usually dress in, you know, hoodies, baggy jeans, and backward caps?”
“Well,” replied one of the members of the YGG, “Today is April Fool’s Day, and we wanted to try something new and different.” “Hey, Gilbert!” Gilbert recognized the voice as Arnold’s. “I hear Mr. Phillips, your former boss at the circus, decided to hire you again.” “Great news. Thanks tons, you guys!” With that, Gilbert hobbled away.
The group of guys burst into laughter. “I didn’t think he’s actually all for that,” snickered Arnold. “It’s an old joke.” Meanwhile, at the circus, Gilbert limped his way up to Mr. Phillips. “What is it now, you ridiculous old cannonball?” asked Mr. Phillips, annoyed. “Didn’t you hire me again?” “NO!” shouted Mr. Phillips. “FIRED!”
Afraid he was going to go deaf, Gilbert hobbled away as fast as he could. Suddenly he remembered that Arnold had played that trick on him before. “That old galloper,” Gilbert muttered, narrowing his eyes. Suddenly an idea came to Gilbert’s head. “Arnold deserves to die. Justice must be served.” Gilbert grinned as he took a bottle of arsenic powder from his pocket.
The next day, Gilbert brought Arnold a plate of spaghetti with the arsenic inside. Gilbert watched with a smirk as Arnold ate with relish. “Mmmm,” said Arnold to the astonished Gilbert, who was shocked beyond measure to see that Arnold had not yet died. “What did you put in the spaghetti? It’s delicious!” Puzzled, Gilbert looked down at the bottle in his hand, and rolled his eyes when he saw that he had misplaced his bottle of arsenic powder for one of Parmesan cheese.
“Argggh!” Gilbert growled, and stomped off in frustration. That night, Gilbert decided to have a plate of spaghetti. “And, of course, Parmesan cheese,” said Gilbert with a grin. With that, he took the bottle of arsenic powder and, thinking it was Parmesan cheese, sprinkled it al over his spaghetti. The next morning, Arnold and a bunch of YGG members went to Gilbert’s house to express their thankfulness for the gift of spaghetti from Gilbert to Arnold, and found him dead with his face in his plate of spaghetti. And so they spanked him for being a glutton*.
The End
*Glutton: a person who greedily eats too much
After Gilbert landed on the ground, he was immediately taken to intensive care unit, because after being shot from the cannon he ended up with a broken leg, a broken arm, and several broken ribs. While he was in bed, Mr. Phillips came up to him and said, “Gilbert, YOU’RE FIRED! You’re a ridiculous old clown who can’t do anything right! Goodbye!” Then he walked away. After Gilbert got a bunch of casts and crutches, he ran away from the hospital.
As he hobbled through a park, Gilbert spotted a bunch of men dressed like octopuses surrounding a poor old woman. As Gilbert neared them, he could hear the old woman calling the men (who were doing a retarded dance) shenanigans and hoodlums.
Gilbert limped closer, and shouted, “Who are you guys?” although he already know. “The YGG, Youth Gangster Group,” the one closest to him replied. “I know you, Sam,” said Gilbert. “But what’s with the octopus costumes? Don’t you usually dress in, you know, hoodies, baggy jeans, and backward caps?”
“Well,” replied one of the members of the YGG, “Today is April Fool’s Day, and we wanted to try something new and different.” “Hey, Gilbert!” Gilbert recognized the voice as Arnold’s. “I hear Mr. Phillips, your former boss at the circus, decided to hire you again.” “Great news. Thanks tons, you guys!” With that, Gilbert hobbled away.
The group of guys burst into laughter. “I didn’t think he’s actually all for that,” snickered Arnold. “It’s an old joke.” Meanwhile, at the circus, Gilbert limped his way up to Mr. Phillips. “What is it now, you ridiculous old cannonball?” asked Mr. Phillips, annoyed. “Didn’t you hire me again?” “NO!” shouted Mr. Phillips. “FIRED!”
Afraid he was going to go deaf, Gilbert hobbled away as fast as he could. Suddenly he remembered that Arnold had played that trick on him before. “That old galloper,” Gilbert muttered, narrowing his eyes. Suddenly an idea came to Gilbert’s head. “Arnold deserves to die. Justice must be served.” Gilbert grinned as he took a bottle of arsenic powder from his pocket.
The next day, Gilbert brought Arnold a plate of spaghetti with the arsenic inside. Gilbert watched with a smirk as Arnold ate with relish. “Mmmm,” said Arnold to the astonished Gilbert, who was shocked beyond measure to see that Arnold had not yet died. “What did you put in the spaghetti? It’s delicious!” Puzzled, Gilbert looked down at the bottle in his hand, and rolled his eyes when he saw that he had misplaced his bottle of arsenic powder for one of Parmesan cheese.
“Argggh!” Gilbert growled, and stomped off in frustration. That night, Gilbert decided to have a plate of spaghetti. “And, of course, Parmesan cheese,” said Gilbert with a grin. With that, he took the bottle of arsenic powder and, thinking it was Parmesan cheese, sprinkled it al over his spaghetti. The next morning, Arnold and a bunch of YGG members went to Gilbert’s house to express their thankfulness for the gift of spaghetti from Gilbert to Arnold, and found him dead with his face in his plate of spaghetti. And so they spanked him for being a glutton*.
The End
*Glutton: a person who greedily eats too much
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Adorable Pictures!
Yesterday I was chatting with Nessy (one of my friends) and she send me all these adorable pictures.
This blue one right here is my yahoo messenger picture. It's so cute! (well they all are, but....)
This blue one right here is my yahoo messenger picture. It's so cute! (well they all are, but....)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Woohoo!
Last night me, Vince, and my parents drove all the way to Buffalo Airport to pick up Marianne, who will be staying with us for around a month to get a new passport. It was super good to see you, MA! We came home at like 1:00 in the morning. And tonight (Tuesday night) my parents are going out for dinner, so we're gonna have family time with Marianne! I just wanted to say welcome and it's super good to see you! I love you tons!
P.S. Soon there will be "Hired or Fired" part two!!!!! It will come out sometime in the next week.
P.S. Soon there will be "Hired or Fired" part two!!!!! It will come out sometime in the next week.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Movie Night and Sunday
On Saturday night we watched "For Richer or Poorer" for our movie, and we had punch and chocolate ice cream. The next morning, I slept in till 12:15 or something. Then I went downstairs but everyone had already eaten so there were no more pancakes left, and I had to make my own. So for an hour I cooked, ate, and washed my dishes. The kids all went to a place called "Sugar Bush", "Maple Shack", and it might have had another name. Anyways, so Vince and I went out for a walk in the sunny, slightly windy 15 above zero weather. Then we got home and I played Civilization III for an hour and something minutes. Then I came upstairs and posted. All the adults except for Eman are out. Actually, Dad might be home but I'm not sure. They went to Robin's birthday party (he's turning 8). Anyways, I have to go now. Bye!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Yesterday I made an amazing discovery! I was typing my history book and I typed the word "helmet", you know, a protective head covering. But all my life I've spelled it with an 'n'; "helment". So the spelling checker made a red line under it, which means it was spelled wrong. I sat there for about a minute scratching my head and wondering how in the world it could be wrong, but I right-clicked on it and it said "helmet" so I clicked on it. I later looked it up in the dictionary and realized that I'd spelled it wrong all my life! Hahaha.
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