Diggity DO dah!
Waz-up Cyber-Cats?! It's me, Cyber Girl Ely, checking in to the central cortex in STYLE!
So it's about that time again.
"What time?" you ask?
JULY time, Hobos! Yeah, that means lots'ah fireworks, apple pie, and distant relatives galloping cross the Great American Plains just to VISIT each other and have BoAtLoAdS of zany, wacky, red-bloodied AMERICAN fun! YEAH MAN!
Hoot and Holla Time!
(Hoot and Holla Time is gonna be my new catch-phrase. Whenever someone says something to me like: "Hey Ely, wanna play Apples to Apples?' I'm gonna reply: "Oh YEAH! Hoot and Holla Time!" It is just something you say when you are enthusiastic about life.)
So I've been giving a lot of thought to what I'm gonna lip-sync for the talent show. This is what I decided on:
Hold me to it guys! Force me on stage if ya-half-tah! Drag me on up there!
I've been too busy to write lately. Working, studying, and in my free time writing up a rescue strategy to be implemented on the worlds dwindling tabby population.
I'll try to write more though!
Gotta run!
Until nextie time, hang ten and keep your palms sweaty!!
-Ely
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wildlife
Dear Blogosphere,
Today Robert McMillian and his wife stopped by the cookie store. They're from Palmdale California. They own a tabby cat named Charles who eats nothing but people food.
We talked, and Robert suggested that I major in wildlife biology, as opposed to restaurant management, which I told him I had been planning on majoring in. He says there is a lot of demand for wildlife biologists right now, because tabbies are going extinct (along with several other varieties of domesticated cats).
People will always want tabbies, and the people that know where to find them in their natural habitat will always be able to roll in mucho buckos.
So I'm gonna be switching my major real soon.
The gals at work are planning a family get-together. I'm excited, but I don't want to take Josh... he embarrasses me, and I secretly think he may be casually murdering people in his spare time. There is this glint in his eyes when he comes home late on the weekends, like he may or may not have committed horrendous acts of unnecessary violence in all manner of bizarre ways.
I worry about him.
I love him, but at the same time... I don't want the girls at work ANYWHERE near him.
I can picture it now, my co-workers and their families all gathered together under a tree, having a picnic, and Josh sees two ducks by a pond. They're fighting; and he starts to laugh that deep, guttural, maniacal laugh of his: his evil laugh. All at the expense of the those poor ducks.
Children start crying, but Josh doesn't care, he keeps laughing. Now he is throwing stones at the ducks: "Die! Die! Die!" he screams!
The children and adults are both crying now. One of the ducks is dead. But that isn't enough for Josh. He now is trying to kill a squirrel scampering down a tree, a rabbit running to its hole, a golden retriever being walked through the park by a kindly old man. "Die! Die! Die!" he shouts to them all, thirsty for more blood.
And that is why I don't want to take him to the get-together with my co-workers.
But I do still think I want to switch my major to wildlife biology.
Until nextie time, waz-up and howsithappening!
-Ely
Today Robert McMillian and his wife stopped by the cookie store. They're from Palmdale California. They own a tabby cat named Charles who eats nothing but people food.
We talked, and Robert suggested that I major in wildlife biology, as opposed to restaurant management, which I told him I had been planning on majoring in. He says there is a lot of demand for wildlife biologists right now, because tabbies are going extinct (along with several other varieties of domesticated cats).
People will always want tabbies, and the people that know where to find them in their natural habitat will always be able to roll in mucho buckos.
So I'm gonna be switching my major real soon.
The gals at work are planning a family get-together. I'm excited, but I don't want to take Josh... he embarrasses me, and I secretly think he may be casually murdering people in his spare time. There is this glint in his eyes when he comes home late on the weekends, like he may or may not have committed horrendous acts of unnecessary violence in all manner of bizarre ways.
I worry about him.
I love him, but at the same time... I don't want the girls at work ANYWHERE near him.
I can picture it now, my co-workers and their families all gathered together under a tree, having a picnic, and Josh sees two ducks by a pond. They're fighting; and he starts to laugh that deep, guttural, maniacal laugh of his: his evil laugh. All at the expense of the those poor ducks.
Children start crying, but Josh doesn't care, he keeps laughing. Now he is throwing stones at the ducks: "Die! Die! Die!" he screams!
The children and adults are both crying now. One of the ducks is dead. But that isn't enough for Josh. He now is trying to kill a squirrel scampering down a tree, a rabbit running to its hole, a golden retriever being walked through the park by a kindly old man. "Die! Die! Die!" he shouts to them all, thirsty for more blood.
And that is why I don't want to take him to the get-together with my co-workers.
But I do still think I want to switch my major to wildlife biology.
Until nextie time, waz-up and howsithappening!
-Ely
Hey Guys!
Peek-a-boo! It's me: cyber-blogger Ely, checking into the central cortex via personal computer! Waz-up?
Since this is my first post, I thought I'd take the time to tell ya'll a little bout myself.
I'm twenty-one.
I live In Nebraska.
I work at a cookie store.
While working at said cookie store, I day dream about one day owning my own cookie store.
Also! I have two cats and just as many brothers. The cats look distinctly inbred. The brothers just look very German. (I don't think I look nearly as German as they do, FYI! (Not that I think there is anything wrong with looking German; I just don't think I look German, that's all.).)
My oldest brother also has a wife.
She doesn't look German.
Baba-baba-baba!
Lunch break is just about over! I gotta go guys!
Until nextie time, stay cool, (like the other side of the pillow).
-Ely
Since this is my first post, I thought I'd take the time to tell ya'll a little bout myself.
I'm twenty-one.
I live In Nebraska.
I work at a cookie store.
While working at said cookie store, I day dream about one day owning my own cookie store.
Also! I have two cats and just as many brothers. The cats look distinctly inbred. The brothers just look very German. (I don't think I look nearly as German as they do, FYI! (Not that I think there is anything wrong with looking German; I just don't think I look German, that's all.).)
My oldest brother also has a wife.
She doesn't look German.
Baba-baba-baba!
Lunch break is just about over! I gotta go guys!
Until nextie time, stay cool, (like the other side of the pillow).
-Ely
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