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Monday, February 25, 2008

of warm days and trips to walmart


Here is one of the 286 pictures I took on the way back from North Carolina a couple weeks ago. It's the least random of them all.

So we went to walmart today and we stuck our heads out the window for about a mile or so of the ride back. What wonderful weather!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Of large pens and busy schedules...

We walked by the gym after class and saw Pastor Sweitzer's car was on. We discussed several options of what to do. After this short discussion, it was obvious that the only thing to do was to put a large pen on the front seat. Seemed logical.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Vanilla Frosting Lotion

Moral of the Story: just because it smells good does not mean that it tastes good

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Gluten

Sad News

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on
half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Having a Catch

Maggie wanted to show us how her dad threw a softball. When she was in the woods trying to retrieve the ball, she asked "Can someone hand me a stick." Bren's answer: "I don't see any sticks."