Pale Blue Moon: April 2005

Monday, April 18, 2005

Happy Birthday to a man whose name I can't pronounce (or spell)

Happy birthday to a great conductor Leopold Crokaski he was a great conductor and his memory will live on so happy birthday Mr. Crokaski
Happy Birthday to you...
... Sorry way to many merichino cherries

The kumquat

Today we were in our third period when our literature teacher asked us if we wanted a cumqaut (an orange like fruit that it a quarter of an oranges size) I had tried them before and didn't like them so I tried them again but of course curiosity is the downfall man. The definition to the small but quite tast fruit is as follows:
Any of several trees or shrubs of the genus
Fortunella, having small, edible, orangelike fruit.
The fruit of these plants, having an acid pulp and
a thin, edible rind. It is the smallest of the citrus fruits.
I tried the fruit not knowing that you were supposed to suck the sour nectar out of the pulp first. The taste at first proved to be ''alright'' so to speak, but the intensly tart taste soon came over my taste buds and contorted my face into a mask of pure disgust, so I got another one and found that the taste is quite delightful when the nectar has been removed and then bitten into.
That is my tale of the The kumquat.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Cold, Wet, and Muddy

My title sounds like i'm describing a homeless person but I'm not. It's our ranch. It rained and hailed like crazy yesterday. The river has even gone up.
There was so much hail that the highway department had to sweep it off the road. It's supposed to do the same today and from the looks of it outside it's going to.
Aribaderchi for now
Cody

Thursday, April 14, 2005

There's a hole in the middle of the sea.

Startling new reports have lead to the belief that there really is hole in the middle of the sea.
As claimed by the 60something year old women playing her electric harp outside our studio windows
and singing:
"There's a hole in the middle of the sea
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in the middle of the sea
There's a log in the hole in the middle
of the sea
There's a log, there's a log
There's a log in the hole in the middle
of the sea
There's a bump on the log in the hole
in the middle of the sea
There's a bum there's a bumb
there's a bump on the log in the hole
in the middle of the sea
There's a fly on the bump on the log
in the hole in the middle of the sea
There's a fly, there's a fly
There's a fly on the bump on the log
in the hole in the middle of the sea
There's a wing on the fly on the bumb on
the log in the hole in the middle of the
sea.
There's a wing, there's a wing
There's a wing on the fly on the bump on
the log in the hole in the middle of the sea
There's a flee on the wing on the fly on the
bump on the log in the hole in the middle of
sea
There's a flee, there's a flee
There's a flee on the wing on the fly on the
bump on the log in the hole in the middle of the
sea
There's a flee, there's a flee
There's a flee on the wing on the fly on the
bump on the log in the hole in the middle of the
sea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *This song is based on the song Mrs. Allen sang to my 7th period
she really was playing her electric harp but the begging is a little
made up so to speak

An edition to the family and some interesting information

Well this weekend my Grandpa got a dog and named him Jake. He's a cute dog. He's mostly black with a boxer terrier face(he's got the white mark down his nostril) Did you know that the average mushroom grows about .5 cm per day. Just something to boggle your mind. Here's another interesting fact to this day they(the scheming government people who covered up Roswell) have not invented a band-aid that does not leave behind a residue. I mean it's so simple but I hate having to scrub off the light pink glue-like substance left behind on your arm after you remove a band aid. Last but not least in order for a Starfish to consume food it must regurgitate it's stomach through it's mouth. Once the stomach it removed it ingests food and "swallows'' it's stomach. Thus it recieves the nutrients needed to survive.
NOW TRY AND TAKE THE FIRST BITE OF YOUR PITA BREAD SANDWHICH.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

An anniversary entry

Happy anniversary to my Aunt Julie and Uncle Mike. I hope that the two of you have a great day. Too many more anniversaries to come (holds up class and toasts to other imaginary glasses)