I really have no time to write.....

A million things happened this week that were blog-worthy. Like going to visit Ben and my car breaking down. (The highlight was definitely visiting Ben, not so much my stupid car.)

But I have no time to write about them all.

So instead I will leave you with this warning label I found on my brother's BB bullet package:

NOTE!
Under the parent serve as guardian usage.
This product forbids the swallow.
The in keeping with 7 years old and above child plays.

That's some BAD translation.

Can I get in the car?

The other day my mom dropped my dad off at the grocery while she drove over to Wal-mart. My dad got done before my mom so he walked over to Wal-mart. He got to the car right when my mom started it up. She didn't see my dad so she drove over to the grocery store. With a sigh, my dad walked back over to the grocery store.

My mom wasn't looking for my dad and just as he got to the car my mom, not knowing he was there, pulled away and parked. My dad walked over to the parking spot and my mom, being the funny lady she is, saw my dad this time and pulled away as a joke. She didn't know she had already pulled this joke two times.

I guess chasing the car for a third time was too much for my dad because he just stood there.

My parents are hilarious.

More Fish

Remember how I gave Ben fish? (See "How to get someone to fail out of seminary or go bankrupt" from May 2005) I am taking care of these fish for him while he is at school. So I got him more fish. Two more fish actually.

I have now learned that comet goldfish are evil. They ate the guppy. All of it. Not a trace of poor Maria left. Friday they were all getting along just fine and by Sunday there were only three fish swimming in their tank.

What kind of sick fish eat their friends?!?!?!? Fish are friends, not food!

I am thoroughly disgusted with Fred and Hosea. Friend eaters!

Welcome

Welcome to my new blog. I like the name for this one much better. The name andicandiland sounded like I was in third grade. And while I may look young, my blog doesn't have to sound juvenile.

Actually, this isn't really a new blog. It's the same blog with a different address. But I hope you enjoy it none-the-less.