Tasha was recently telling me about her recent mission to teach Bree to drive. Apparently one car needed moved and so Tasha told Bree to do it.....not because Bree was capable of doing it, but because Bree was incapable of doing it....and because a jolt of unknown occurances bolt through ones body when you are the innocent passenger to Brees lacking abilities. It is a rush you never forget and quite frankily, Tasha thrives off it. It is what you do in a small town. And I admitt, when I took Bree for her first drive, I made her swirve inbetween the islands of trees in the church parking lot...not because she was capable....but because I knew she was incapable of that level of driving. It was quite entertaining.
So back to the story... Tasha told Bree to pull the camery out of the driveway so she could perform the never ending task of cleaning pineneedles off the driveway. Bree of course was nervous...which always makes for a fun ride. Bree got it the car and started it up while Tasha insturcted her from the side of her window. Bree said to Tasha..."It won't start." So Tasha told her to put her foot on the brake....that is when the car rose up like it was on a circus full of hydrolics and a loud and sustaining "VROOOM" filled the air. Tasha said the RPMs shot up to 5 and Bree freaked out and yelled over the 6 cylinder vroom, "WHOOOA What do I do?" Tasha had to tell the amature to take her foot OFF the gas (apparently a new concept to Bree). The worst part of the story is not so much that Bree didn't know the gas from the brake, but the fact that Tasha was teaching a fifteen year old Bree to drive....and Tasha has only had her license for 3 months....NOT a good combonation. If only my parents knew what their kids were up to, they could prevent thousands of their dollars from being wisked away in the form of wrecked cars and medical bills.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
A BO BO CLASSIC
BO BO has always been the bratty type. She really was born that way becuase even as a child she was a sassy hellion. While most elementary school kids run home to show Mom their greatest art creation, Tasha was running home one evening to share something else even more exciting with my Mom. As she came running up the hill from where the school bus dropped her off, she burst in the door and told her story of glee.....it went something like this....
" HA HA, TEACHERS PET GOT HIT BY A BUS....TWELVE STITCHES "
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
For the RECORD
Just for the record, the picture on the post below didn't work.....althought I spent nearly 3 entire hours trying to figure it out....it didn't work. Yet somehow I got the sunset picture on there....but I have no idea how!! SO if you click on the blank box below it will take you to my picture....and since I spent three hours getting that done it is only courtesy that you click on it to see the picture. love your computerally idiotly incompetant appendage, RONNIE
Saturday, May 5, 2007
What kind of M&M is this?
Bree has a problem….a rather embarrassing problem with her feet. Not only do they smell and have had a tendancy to grow fungus that can cut through a sock in matter of hours…..but they callus. They callus HUGE calluses. Calluses as big as a silver dollar and as thick as Texas toast.
So you ask…why the M&M picture? Well I was in church one day eating away at pieces of M&M when I came across a very noticeable intruder! What I felt inbetween my fingers , was not of the familiar smooth candy coated texture. It was a very different texture….it was rough, not smooth, hard like rock and shaped like a moon. Noticing a considerable difference in this odd shaped M&M I looked down in my hand to find that I was not about to eat an M&M…..but a piece of BREES CALLUS!!! Yes Ladies and gentlemen it was quite the element of surprise. I was so shocked that I took a second look wondering how this could be…but then I realized that I had borrowed Bree’s handbag for church and that this very much indeed was a piece of hardened flesh from the bottom of the most loathing feet God had created. I choked on my chocolately spit at the thought of what I almost ingested into my system and I nearly heaved over in disgust…but that quickly turned to humor at the uncanniness of it all.
So word from the wise….. Next time you are eating M&Ms and you think you just got an odd shaped one, take the time to carefully examine the possibilities.
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