Wana be a cowboy baby

My dad got me this hat in Puerto-Rico yesterday when he came back from a buisness trip. It's cool and it fits nice. I'm in the process of weather proofing it wich will darken it up some. Now all I need is a whip and a rugged button-down shirt and a cool song :D.

It's especially great because now I woun't have to wear a bee keeper's hat when I go back down to my Uncle's farm to help out. It has custome watermelon technician written all over it :P.

T3h F115h

Madagascar

I just watched the movie "Madagascar". It was soo funny!

I know ya'll have probably already seen it because it came out like last summer, but I didn't. And now I have. The penguins were probably my favorite characters, followed closely by the monkeys. I love it when the monkeys are at the train station in an over coat just as the cops hold them up and the articulkate one says "If you have any poo, sling it now". That cracked me up to no end. It's even funnyer if you know that a monkey will actually sling it's escrements at you if you get to close, or it dosnt like you. Then the commando Penguins, HAHAHA! I love 'em. Oh and you cant leav out that little squirrel thingy with the big eyes. Ok ok, it is cute, stupidly cute :P.

This movie is a must see if you haven't already!

The Fiish

Oooog

Hey you! Yah you! The guy with the droopy eyes, uncombed hair, the Rudolf nose! Your sick aren't you?

Yep I am. I'm sick, like a dog. Really makes me uncomfortable, since I started coming down with flue like symptoms right after getting out of the hospital. It's enough to rot anyone's socks.

I don't have any bad symptoms yet, just achy and dizzy and nose running like a faucet. Ugh, I hate tissues. You can only use them like twice before they get all soggy and gross. And have you ever noticed how there are no cool boxes? Like they could put cross word puzzles on them or something. You carry one around all the time so it might as well be more useful!

And there probably isn't are more inefficient body part than the nose. I mean if it were at all efficient it would know when to stop running and conserve snot till you really needed it! Like if a gnat gets up my nose it just goes completely dry! I mean COMMON! Flush that sucker out! But when your sitting there, feeling wholly miserable already, what does it do? NIAGRA FALLS! And I am not kidding. I've seen Niagara Falls, trust me I know.

That’s all for now.

The Fiish

Evil Tickets

Ever notice how everybody gripes about social security numbers being the mark of the beast? Well forget that! I've unmasked a greater conspiracy! Even worse we always just brush it off as a temporary labeling, but what if it isn't? I speak my friends of the waiting ticket. (insert sinister organ music here). Every day millions of people are given a number through this heinous system. The vile ticket dispensers are EVERWHERE! Supermarkets, businesses, banks, restaurants. You can get any service unless you "take a ticket and wait your turn". So now that you have taken your ticket, you are one of them. Just a number, no more no less. You are being assimilated into the ranks of EVIL! I can't believe that this practice has gone unchallenged for so long. Friends, we must not let ourselves be just a number! We must fight!


For all of you who haven’t guessed it yet, or who are thinking "Oh my gosh! He's whacked.". This is Satire. This is a paper I'm in the process of doing for English Literature, so it's not to be taken seriously. Hope you have fun reading it. If you like it, link to it from your site or pass it on to your friends.

The Fiish. RESIST THE EVIL TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, ok. So it has been a while

It's been a while since my last post because a lot has been going on.

Well first off , I was in thhe hospital on monday getting some tests done. I'd like to say that I think they could make a better hospital gown! I mean the things the called "gowns" were like big paper towels with holes for your arms and a slit all the way down the back that, no matter how you tied the thing up, left your butt exposed to the elements and the stairing of all. (fortunately my butt isnt as disagreeable to look at as others :P). Yah so there I was sitting and waiting, wraped in a napkin, for the doc to come in and call me into the exam room. Finally, after an hour, I got in and layed down on the table. Then the anestesiologist came in, (that's the guy who drugs you up). The guy was so forcefull, it was like he grabbed my hand and held it up in the air, then slamed it down on my stomach. I never knew where he was going to jam it next so I was alwase resisting his pushes. Finally he got it where he wanted it and proceeded to rub the middle of the back of my hand with alchohol. I knew what was coming next, and I think the best thing is not to watch them stick the needle in, but this was no needle. The thing was like a valve with a sharp peice of pipe on one end wich the guy somhow peirced my skin with and weidled about an inch and a half into the vein. OUCH! Man that thing hurt. Then they made me roll over on my side and chloroformed me while they pumped who-knows-what into my punctured vein.

Well I woke up and my mom was standing over me saying somthing like "how do you feel". I tryed to say "my final will and testimony are hidden under the tile in the corner of the living room" but all I got out was "will testimony tile in room" or somthing. I was still really druged up and kept coming in and out of conciousness. Somhow I got into a bed and proceeded to sleep like two hours. Then the nurse made me get up, get dressed, and go eat somthing. In the room where they served me a coffee and a ham sandwich, there were about ten other people that had just been rudely awakened from their respective drug induced slumbers. I felt better after I ate and sat around for another hour or so till they brought me my discharge from hospital service or somthing, whatever the paper is called that says you can go. So I left. And sleapt the rest of the afternoon in the la-Z-boy recliner at my house.

I still feel spaced out a little but otherwise I'm fine. I'll be getting the results in about a week or so. But fortunatly the doc said that nothing seemed abnormal and there was probably nothing to worry about.

Unless I get enough comments from people that want to know the specifics of what kind of exam it was, I wount say.

The Fiish

Me

I just figured that I'd let anybody who reads this blog (not many) that I am a Christian.

I don't know why I didnt post that earlier. I guess I thought people would make the connection between miissionary kid and religion, but I realise in an ever decaying world it is somtimes nessisary to state the seeminly obviouse.

I grew up in a Christian home, and am still living in it. I can remember the day, I must have been two or three, when I accepted Christ. I haven't alwase walked straight, and I still stagger a lot. At this point I'm trying to get intouch with God on a deeper level than I am now. I feel that more than ever I need to draw close to him now that I'm an "adult". There are soo many ways to fall; Have you ever noticed that? There's alwase a rut or a ditch. Most of us know where they are but still step in them.

Why is that? Have you ever caught yourself voulentaraly sinning? It makes no sense. We delite in sin, seems everyone has at some point.

I just wish that I could get closer to God's will, whatever it may be, and start being happy with it.

The Fiish

I'm 18

Ok, so my birthday was monday. I'm, duhhh, 18. Big woopty-doo.

The day after my B-day, I hade to go to the central office of foreigners here on the island to try to get my papers in oder for a visa.

Left at 7:30 AM, got there at 9:00 Am, waited ouside untill 12:30 PM when I got in, wrangled with a buraucrat for 20 minutes, headed home and got there at 2:15 PM.

Five hours, repeat: 5 hours, and I didnt get the paper. I'm only alowed to stay here for three more months, then if nothing has happened I'm kicked out. Know why they didnt give me the papers? Because the papers I provided to certify my birth, education, residence, where in English.

HELLO!!!! I'M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN! OF COURSE MY PAPERS ARE IN ENGLISH!!!!

So yah, that day was like getting rusty nails driven into my eyes. It totaly stank.

But, never the less, I'm 18.

Happy birthday to me.

The Fiish