Ya, I'm Home.

So on dis one day, I vent home. Ya. Und now, I tink dat I picked up speakin' correcktly again. Ya. Und, da ya remembre de lovely vell? It sure tastes good still. Sure betcha! Yummee. Since, I gone and turned twenty, I don't need to go tew school, but my sisters... they still go. Quiant lovely ting. And my car! Oh. I love my car.

I got together vit Lina de oder day. Ole vas outta town. Ve had great fun talking abOut all dem good ole days. She told me a funny story abOut her and Ole. I tink I should let ya know tew. Ya see, it vent sometin' like dis:

Ole and Sven had grabbed their poles and headed out to do some ice fishing last November vhen I vas in Utah. As they were augering a hole in the ice they heard a loud voice from above say, "There are no fish under the ice."
Ole an Sven moved about 25 feet over and started to make another hole. The voice said a little stronger, " There are no fish under the ice."
They both looked around and then looked up. Ole said in a humble voice, "Are you God?"
The voice spoke back, "No ya idiots! I'm the ice rink attendant."

Lena und I laughed and laughed. Ve tink dat it is not so good for Lars, Sven and Ole dat I leave dem alone. Hmm..

Years numbered by a Score

It is true. No longer a teenager.

Remember last year? Well... I gues that ineluctable hip replacement surgery is getting ever closer. Que cosa!

So... old second-warders, my birthday wish from you... Lots & lots of comments.

Last year there were 18.

This year I turned 20. Do ya think you could make me happy and match that number?

That is all.

Thank you kindly.

Ohh...

I like... do you like the new look?

Oh for CUTE!

Guess what! Rick and Rebecca Tang are now Parents!!!!

Lydia Ying Tang.

An ADORABLE little girl!!!!

Just thought you would like to know.

Only me.

Have you ever thought that you are the strangest thing on the earth? Well... It has been confirmed that you are not. You know why? Because I am! Yes, yes. Don't even TRY to argue. It won't fly. Don't believe me? How 'bout I give ya proof.

Who on earth would have this happen to them???

One day, let's say last Thursday, a person went to a chiropractor. This said person was adjusted (in other words... all the bones put back to where they are suppose to be) and then had an hour of deep muscle therapy message. The massage ended with the therapist doing something with the person's feet in order to get blood flowing to the bottom half of the person, so when this person sat up, the person wouldn't get dizzy or faint. Now, this person went to the person's car. And was wincing in pain. This person drove back to where this person lives. Barly making it to the person's door... let alone inside... and calls the chiropractor. Chiropractor tells this person to go back to the chiropractic office. This person does. The person's bones in the person's foot and knee were out of alignement. Then this person is told by the chiropractor to ice it and if it is not better- meaning feeling worse- the next morning to check it out. This person wakes up the next morning. Ankle, foot- far worse. Goes to the doctor. Is told it is sprained.

Who, may I ask, goes to the chiropractor, followed by an hour massage- and ends up with a sprained ankle???? Can you tell me that you know of anyone???


Didn' think so. Hence. Your arguments just won't fly.

I am the STRANNGEST thing ever.

"My toe is mortified!"

Once upon a time.

I was sitting on the chair.

Talking to a friend, on the phone.

I squealed and fell off.

and I was embarrassed.

The end.

Productivity

You will all be amazed...
i actually did something with my day.
Imagine that.
a pure journaling moment.
the epitomy of all that is (i can't remember the word)


I went to American Fork.


But wait, that is not all.
No, not quite.


Then, I went to school. Jefferson.

And I was a substitute.
And in a month or so...


I will get a check.
Addressed to me.

NOT YOU

And...
the craziest part about it...
my interview was today.
at 9:15
I clocked in at 9:25.

Booyaa!


Bad part is...
I only have half of my hair left.
and I am pretty sure I will be pretty close to black and blue tomorrow.
and I can't seem to get rid of the awful smell, of throw up, that was aimed at me: which I thankfully dodged.

But the teacher said I did really well.
And the kids loved me.
And she wants me to be in her classroom again tomorrow.

Huh.
Imagine that.

I guess there is going to be round two.

Come 8:30 a.m. I will be headed toward American Fork.
Oh happy, happy, joy, joy.