the cow of the sky and chelsea
Tonight, i had one of the strangest dishes known to human kind. Well, at least to my experances.
Now, when you think of dinner, you think roast, tacos, chicken, and maybe even steak, but we had none of that tonight. Instead, we ate goose. And i swear, if it wasn't for the misshapen crcas in the cooking dish on the stove, i would swear we were eating a cow on steroids. It is really hard to discribe what i ate tonight, but just imagine blander, tougher, and butterer roast. And i mean that. I drowuned out any taste that it had with seasoning salt (remind you of anything aya?) and other then dessirt (score ice cream, mmmm) tonights dinner was gross. It was even grosser when i had to use a special tooth brush head to get the meat out from in between my teeth. THAT was a bad after taste.
And i can still remember what the goose looked like the first time i saw it. Its legs were sticking out, like it was about to start its waddle any time. Its arms were folded, reminding me of those old snooty british woman, who sipped their tea at persisly noon. The only thing that made it seem unreal was the fact that it was on its back, in my mothers lap, headless. Other then that, it looked like it was alive.
And i was rather disippointed when, as it had lost its head somewhere, it couldn't bite mother on the nose. Of all the luck, eh?
An tonight we ate that goose. I couldn't help but wonder what part i was eating. Lets just say after 4 peices, my stomach and brain decided to give up the game, and the goose. My dad kept eating, and much to my delight, started to talk about dust bunnies, lava, and other creepy crawlies that can lvie in peopels bedrooms when they are not kept clean. Mother actually turned green and muttered that we shouldn't take about such things at the dinner table. He actually winked at me, and started to talk about what part of the goose we might be eating. My dad is 54 years old, yet he still is 12 at heart. At times anyways...
And talknig about that kind of behaviour, he enjoys my puddy tat, no matter what anyone says. Zues is terrifyed of these hedge hog slippers i got, and he runs and hisses and goes bizerk when they come near him. Anyways, my dad had a huge boyish grin on his face as he approched my cat. I had no idea what was happeing, but last time he had that grin associated with my cat, he and Zues ran around the house for five minutes before zues ran off and hide under the table. Tis interesting to watch, actually. Anyways, he had a slipepr behind his back, and he shoved it out at zues. Zues, of course, lost it, and started to have a spaz attack. dad enjoyed every moment of it, and chased him about until zues did his table hiding trick.
And today, i was vacuming. Now, zues has assembled a little bit of an army of nemmisises, consisting of:
a) the rubber chicken
b) the slipeprs
c (and my personal favorite, for other easons)) The vacume
Now, i was vacuming my room, and i had thoguht he had left. Ooops, on my part. He had been under the bed, and when i started it up, ooh boy. He lost it, and was bounding and pouncing and hissing and spazing. Poor guy, jumped and knocked over my lamp, hit my alarm clock, and almost bashed into the wall. He sat on my bed hissing and sputtering, and hissed and cringed at anything that came his way. And when poam came in, he clawed her.
No matter what happens, he still has his commen sense. I love that not so little ball of fur and nails.
My mother did another search of my room, taking some items from it, again. I am used to these searches, but they get too clsoe for comfort. I want to get stuff out of the hosue, to people who will use them. Clothing, jewlery and stuff, but big bad blimp says NO. Astrinomical astroid sucking alian. Thats what she is! And she, the little poop faced alcohol drinking pest went out and got her hair done. And the sad facts:
a) she survived
b) her hair survived
c) she actually took my advise and she looks good.
Can i never get a break? Don't answer that...
Oh well, i shall just have to adjust. ANd get my hair trimmed. That would be wonderful, along with abrow wax...
I shall keep bugging people to go with me, and then i shall pop into thrift shops and proceeed to spend money and make myself feel loads better. I also want to go to ikea for some stuff. THANK YOU SALES!!!
Anywho, must drag poeple (primarly aya, blair and/or nat) and make them shop and feel pretty too.
And also, i want to tell chelsea that you are not unimportant. You are an amazing girl who laughs and makes other s feel speical. You listen to what we have to say, and have an awesome fashion sense. You are a wonderful person, and anyone who tells you other wise deserves and punch in the nose. And run over by a truck. In either order....
Now, when you think of dinner, you think roast, tacos, chicken, and maybe even steak, but we had none of that tonight. Instead, we ate goose. And i swear, if it wasn't for the misshapen crcas in the cooking dish on the stove, i would swear we were eating a cow on steroids. It is really hard to discribe what i ate tonight, but just imagine blander, tougher, and butterer roast. And i mean that. I drowuned out any taste that it had with seasoning salt (remind you of anything aya?) and other then dessirt (score ice cream, mmmm) tonights dinner was gross. It was even grosser when i had to use a special tooth brush head to get the meat out from in between my teeth. THAT was a bad after taste.
And i can still remember what the goose looked like the first time i saw it. Its legs were sticking out, like it was about to start its waddle any time. Its arms were folded, reminding me of those old snooty british woman, who sipped their tea at persisly noon. The only thing that made it seem unreal was the fact that it was on its back, in my mothers lap, headless. Other then that, it looked like it was alive.
And i was rather disippointed when, as it had lost its head somewhere, it couldn't bite mother on the nose. Of all the luck, eh?
An tonight we ate that goose. I couldn't help but wonder what part i was eating. Lets just say after 4 peices, my stomach and brain decided to give up the game, and the goose. My dad kept eating, and much to my delight, started to talk about dust bunnies, lava, and other creepy crawlies that can lvie in peopels bedrooms when they are not kept clean. Mother actually turned green and muttered that we shouldn't take about such things at the dinner table. He actually winked at me, and started to talk about what part of the goose we might be eating. My dad is 54 years old, yet he still is 12 at heart. At times anyways...
And talknig about that kind of behaviour, he enjoys my puddy tat, no matter what anyone says. Zues is terrifyed of these hedge hog slippers i got, and he runs and hisses and goes bizerk when they come near him. Anyways, my dad had a huge boyish grin on his face as he approched my cat. I had no idea what was happeing, but last time he had that grin associated with my cat, he and Zues ran around the house for five minutes before zues ran off and hide under the table. Tis interesting to watch, actually. Anyways, he had a slipepr behind his back, and he shoved it out at zues. Zues, of course, lost it, and started to have a spaz attack. dad enjoyed every moment of it, and chased him about until zues did his table hiding trick.
And today, i was vacuming. Now, zues has assembled a little bit of an army of nemmisises, consisting of:
a) the rubber chicken
b) the slipeprs
c (and my personal favorite, for other easons)) The vacume
Now, i was vacuming my room, and i had thoguht he had left. Ooops, on my part. He had been under the bed, and when i started it up, ooh boy. He lost it, and was bounding and pouncing and hissing and spazing. Poor guy, jumped and knocked over my lamp, hit my alarm clock, and almost bashed into the wall. He sat on my bed hissing and sputtering, and hissed and cringed at anything that came his way. And when poam came in, he clawed her.
No matter what happens, he still has his commen sense. I love that not so little ball of fur and nails.
My mother did another search of my room, taking some items from it, again. I am used to these searches, but they get too clsoe for comfort. I want to get stuff out of the hosue, to people who will use them. Clothing, jewlery and stuff, but big bad blimp says NO. Astrinomical astroid sucking alian. Thats what she is! And she, the little poop faced alcohol drinking pest went out and got her hair done. And the sad facts:
a) she survived
b) her hair survived
c) she actually took my advise and she looks good.
Can i never get a break? Don't answer that...
Oh well, i shall just have to adjust. ANd get my hair trimmed. That would be wonderful, along with abrow wax...
I shall keep bugging people to go with me, and then i shall pop into thrift shops and proceeed to spend money and make myself feel loads better. I also want to go to ikea for some stuff. THANK YOU SALES!!!
Anywho, must drag poeple (primarly aya, blair and/or nat) and make them shop and feel pretty too.
And also, i want to tell chelsea that you are not unimportant. You are an amazing girl who laughs and makes other s feel speical. You listen to what we have to say, and have an awesome fashion sense. You are a wonderful person, and anyone who tells you other wise deserves and punch in the nose. And run over by a truck. In either order....
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