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Dangerous, Very Dangerous

Butterfly

See the little butterfly!

It's floaty wings are gold

I wish to be a butterfly

But I can't be one I'm told

It makes me want to sit and cry

'Cause I wanna be a butterfly!

Shiny wings of silver and blue

Across the sky they flew and blew

Fluttery circles in my mind

I wanna be the most beautiful butterfly you can find!

But, they said

You can't be a butterfly

If you were, you'd be dead!

So now I want to cry

'Cause I wanna be a butterfly!

-Wonder Boy

You know, and interesting thing about this quote is that it was said by the amazing Wonder Boy while he was passed out on the floor after consuming too much tabasco sauce. The Wonder Boy denies ever saying such a thing, but this is not true. We all know that the Wonder Boy said it.

I am a Jedi.

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Quirky, Quirky, Quirky Me

I have been tagged.



Jane tagged me. Here are the rules, if you care about rules:

Link the person who tagged you.
Mention the rules in your blog.
Tell about six unspectacular quirks of yours.
Tag a new set of six bloggers by linking them
Six quirks about me....

Oh no. The rules say "unspectacular quirks." Are my quirks unspectacular enough for me to follow this rule? Perhaps I shall disregard this rule.

Quirk #1 is:

I guess that I should put in a little disclaimer here that the quirks are listed in a random order, so quirk #1 does not mean that it is my most unspectacular, bizarre, or rampant quirk- it just means that it was the order that I posted them in. Now that I have said this jolly little disclaimer, we can continue on to explore the quirks of Just me.

Proceed with caution. This could very well be somewhat disturbing and frightening.

Quirk # 1
I am just a little OCD. Ha ha. Yes, it it truly wonderful- and a quirk of being slightly OCD is that it has all these sub-quirks. I will catch you if you do not wash your hands after going to the bathroom, and if I am unsure about whether or not you washed your hands, I'll ask. Just ask my cousins. They know that cold, bitter truth, but so do I. They know that they've been caught several times, and that if they make another attempt, I'll catch 'em again, 'cause I'm kinda quirky like that.

Quirk #2
I crack my toes. Can you crack your toes?

Quirk #3
I have to sleep with some of my covers tucked in behind my head, covering my head., even in the summer. Freaky.

Quirk #4
I pet my braid. I can't help it.

Quirk #5
I tap my nails on hard surfaces and drive my wondrous family crazy. I tap my nails together, and drive my family crazy.

Quirk #6
I "embellish" my burps. Lori has said that she does not know how or why I do this. I am sorry for her trauma, but I can not truthfully say that I am very sorry, for I am not very sorry. If I am listening to music, I burp in time to the music. I bet you didn't want or need to hear that, but it's too late now, is it not?

Quirk #7 (thank you, Lori, for prolonging my dear reader's torture.)
I make little dog calls consisting of trills and almost yodels. I can not help this. It is in my blood. I've got proof.

Wonder Boy's Mad Dash Towards Wall Cloud

Yesterday, Wonder Boy was all excited over the storms. He knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to walk the dog. This meant "Just me, please give me an excuse to walk down the block and look at the clouds so the neighbor's don't think I'm crazy." I grabbed my camera and leashed up the dog, and we went outside. Standing in our driveway, I took time to take this picture:

Then I looked over to where Wonder Boy was going

He was heading at a mad pace towards this wall cloud. I followed him and stopped to take several pictures.

Then it started to rain. Then it started to rain harder. Suddenly, Wonder Boy found himself soaking wet, and a block from home. Wonder Boy felt happy because he likes storms, but he also felt unhappy because he was a block from home and was getting soaked. Then he felt happy again because his sister was also a block from home and getting soaked.

Wonder Boy headed for home, now that he had accomplished dragging his poor sister and the even poorer little dog out to get wet.

Wonder Boy began to run while looking at the wall cloud.

(Here's a closer picture of that little thingy in the picture. I don't know what it is, but it looks cool so I like it. It's kinda twisty, and it glows.)


After we got back, Wonder Boy discovered that there was a tornado warning for the very wall cloud that he had me and the poor little dog run for. Wonder Boy said that he had cut it closer than he would have wanted to, but the sinister gleam in his eye said that it was exactly how he wanted it to be because he likes to live life on the edge and chase after wall clouds on foot.

Here's a picture that I took from the front porch. The flash was on, so those white dots are water droplets, not orbs.

Although they certainly do look like orbs.

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