Monster Drinkers

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When Monster drinks and the like first came out me and my siblings had a very sound talking to from my dad about them. He says they are gateway drugs and that under no circumstances is it ok for us to drink them. He associates them with the kids who sell drugs behind Vons. You know kind. The ones where their parents didn't buy them a belt to keep their pants up. The ones that zip around on skateboards or bikes. The kind the cops always seem to talking to and keeping tabs on. Whenever dad sees someone walking on the side of the street with the above description he always says to whoever is in the car "Monster drinker". One of my favorite times he did this is when we were walking by a dark ally on our way to SLO Farmers, there were some kids hanging out in the dark and he looked straight at them and said "Monster drinkers", and kept walking. Needless to say it was the best moment of my life. Me, Matt, and Mika burst out laughing I thought we would explode. Dad didn't get what was so funny. But it was too funny to forget about.

Naturally when I saw this picture in the AGHS parking lot I immediately snapped a shot and sent it to my dad. He responded by saying "Where can I get one?" It was great.

Then for Christmas I made my mom get him an HitMan Monster drink. He opened it and didn't know what to do with it. Once he realized what it was he couldn't stop laughing. Then he immediately wanted to throw it away but we made him keep it. :) It sits in his closet staring him down everyday. :)

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Read about my smooth texting skills here. I'm a sly dog. What can I say??

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Not only do we play tennis after church while we are waiting for our mom to stop talking. We also try to see how many human bodies we can fit in Kirsi's trunk. Only Mac and Mika fit unfortunately.

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In addition to this post, I found these videos that better illustrate my wound.

Its still gross to me.

How Long Do I Wait Before I Call Someone I Like?

                      Obviously from the picture our President does not know the answer either.

Well allow me to share a story. The other day my brother and I were passionately, uhhh ill just say discussing, we were discussing how long to you have to wait to call, text, or talk to someone you like. He said it didn't matter how long you waited or that you even have to wait at all. I kindly put him in his place. The proper amount of time to wait before calling someone is 3 days. You might be saying "well thats what everyone says". But I have proof to back up why I think it is 3 days. The reason? Well, it's very simple. WWJD? Yes I said it. What Would Jesus Do? Jesus waited 3 days to be resurrected. If he had only waited 1 day then people might not have known he had even died, and it would have been pointless. Had he waited 2 days no one would have really paid attention to him because the were still struck with disbelief and in shock. They had not accepted that he had died. No no he waited 3 days, and since we are to follow his example we must wait 3 days to make contact with someone you have a lil crush on.

***If you would like to know more on this subject youtube "how i met your mother 3 day rule"***

The best Sunday's are the ones where you find out you were not the only one who was bored during 1st hour. Lil Tanner had that problem a while ago. This is how I found him after what seemed to be like an eternal, everlasting, tedious, sacrament meeting. The only problem is that he can (and did) express how he felt. Whereas I had to sit and keep pinching myself in vain attempts to try to keep my eyes peeled open. I wish I could just fall over on the pew and sleep no matter how back-breaking the uncomfortable position.

Monday was the first day of school. I was terribly nervous because I don't like first days. What if I was late and the teacher dropped me? What if I couldn't find the class and had to walk in late? (huge fear of mine) What if the teacher asks me to do something and I have no idea what they are talking about? What if, What if, What if. First days are awful. BUT in my "History or Pop, Rock, and Jazz" class something wonderful happened. No, a beautiful boy did not come sit next to me and instantly fall in love with me. Neither was the class cancelled. No, what you need to know is this. My teacher prides herself in having an extensive vocabulary and not only knowing the words, but knowing how to correctly pronounce them. We were talking about artists who are popular and the names Tupac and Ke$ha came up. Loo and behold she pronounced BOTH of them WRONG! She said "Too-pack" and "Keesh-uhh". Why is this something wonderful? Because it means that sometimes teachers are wrong too. :) Don't always trust your teacher ;)

"Stupid as stupid does"
-Forrest Gump

The End is near. School starts tomorrow. I am going to die. I have had 5 glorious weeks of no school and I don't think I am ready to go back. January 24 to June 3 I will have no life. Let the paper writing, math problems, late nights, early mornings, no sleep, minimal eating, and LOTS of power naps begin.

Once upon a time this past summer the fam was at church. As soon as church is over the family's rendezvous point is the car. Except there's one problem. It's a long walk from the RS room to the car, and my mum being a very popular lass gets nabbed by someone who wants to gab with her. So on this one Sunday mum was getting grabbed ALOT. So much that  we left 45 minutes after church had ended. She left 4 children to wait in the car with nothing to do. Naturally we had to invent our own form of amusement. We found tennis rackets and balls in the trunk and the rest is history.

I believe I won. :)

Have you ever asked someone to dance and been rejected? No neither have I; however, my Matts friend has gone through that experience. Unlike most people who would have just sulked off into the dark sides of the room and become a wall flower, this person had a response ready. When the girl had rejected him he said "Oh I'm sorry did you think I asked you to dance? No. I said you look FAT in those pants." 

I'm waiting for the day to use this line.