Another 4th Grade Story: The Stupid Brain Surgeon

The brain surgeon fell of the bike. He had to get too the hospital in time. Or his brain would explode. He got stupider and stupider all the time. Every time he tried too get on his 20 weehler he fell. Finaly he came to his sensis and ran. Of course he kept stumbleing down. But did that stop him? NO! He got out on the rode to hichhike! He finaly got a ride. But he acted so stuped the woman only took him a quarter of an centimeter. So he got out and the car left him. So, he went doing flips down the rode. He finaly got to the hospital. He went to the room and the doctor said your so stupid none of the brain surgeons want to do it. But we will count down for you 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 Then the brain surgeon blasted of in to space. The end.

Mental Archives: "A Doodle"

I'm fairly sure I picked the word "doodle" up from the movie Three Men and a Baby. I was very young and eating McDonalds at Grandma Peach's house. I had a chocolate shake and I kept picking up the straw and letting the brown glop drop back into the cup. Every time I let it ooze out of the straw I said "A doodle! ::snicker snicker snicker::"

Grandma Peach was not pleased.

Happy Jillian Day!

I do love that baby girl. Here, have a bananadog.


On Friday I had a party with some birthday friends. I also saw a woman on the freeway driving with her foot. One foot was on the pedals, one hand was holding a cigarette out to her right side, her left hand was hanging out the window, she was leaning back, and her other foot was on the steering wheel. To her credit, traffic was moving slowly, but I feel that doesn't quite justify the risk.

Today I hiked and had delicious breakfasts and got my computer back and recorded a cooking show for my podcast, coming soon!

Lo!

Both my phone and computer are now completely done. I got home from work last night and my computer wouldn't turn on at all. I'm fairly sure it's the unexpected answer to my prayers that I turn my attention towards God.