Newsys 5th annual Cattail party

The newsy staff on assignment:

Catching fish for the cattail party...and yes it was enough for the crowd of 19.

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Here are the cattail partiers...or at least the ones that were bound by blood to run around franticly with the silly sisters before the party.

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Here's the glow worm and little cricket going for a motorcycle ride.

oh, and a sneaky picture of some french doors.

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The cattail party was a sight to behold. It really was. Imagine 19 people in 19 yellow T-shirts running around like bumble bees.

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And we can still see them running around...

Thinkable thoughts

Memory lane. Who would have thought there would be so many curves?

Camelot

Oh sure, its handy when the rain falls only after sunset...but blast, neither the middle child nor the youngest child can sleep while its raining!

How to keep it raining

On a cloudy day hang out your wet laundry and then obstinately refuse to bring it in until it is dry.


It should rain indefintly.

Updates

The bugs have finally hatched.
The mayflies have not.
The bunnies are busy.
The silly sisters are busy.
John-Paul and Jeff are almost done with the scaffold on the upper floor.
Ralph is no logger sitting in a chair sleeping
We can see Arthur from time to time as he runs to and fro.
And the favorite mother giggles happily at her wet laundry hanging out in the rain.


And now, as soon as supper is over, the middle child and the youngest child are going to take their parents for a walk. Such good kids.

Notice

Business meetings at the happy place

All busniess meetings at the happy place will take place on Saturday mornings between the hours of 8am through 12pm. They will take place in which ever cabin the meeting is held and at which ever time insparation hits. Anyone who does not attend these weekly meetings does not have a say in the out come of the discussion.

the newsy news staff

What do you see?

For the oldest child

9-14-06
While moving out of the trailer house.

Thursday: After reaching an all time high on the roof the day before, the youngest child was banished to the lowest of lows when the favorite father gave her a shovel to dig out the tire rims under the trailer. She then assured everyone, who walked by her unsuspectingly, that the fox hole would be big enough for them too real soon.
The middle child continued to hasten around with boxes, until the oldest child (who was indeed helping) got in her way, causing a loud commotion when the middle child's elbow inconveniently collided with a wooden box the oldest child was carrying. The force of the impact caused the Mento the middle child was sucking on to fly from her mouth with great force; this was more upsetting to the middle child then the pain coming from her elbow, as is evident when she wailed out in dismay, "MY MENTO!!!!" The oldest child, though feeling badly about hitting the middle child's elbow, laughed heartily at the reaction of the middle child and repeated it with much spirit to anyone who would listen for the rest of the week.

the picture

Okay here it is

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thats it.

Okay so its not quite what we were going to put up. But its close, except the stripes in the real secret closet go the other way. And now that we think about it, the stripes are white and the wall is the purplish color. And there's little white dots all over it too. But other than that, its pretty close to being an exact picture of our secret closet.

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and the real reason we didn't post a picture is it wouldn't be a secret closet anymore if everyone saw it.

tomorrow

Tomorrow we'll put up a picture of the inside of the house...just one picture of one room.

We call it our secret closet.

Fishing with the silly sisters,

What with the minnows flying off the hooks left and right, its kind of like going to a free minnow buffet…for the fish of course. The middle child and the youngest child have to remember to bring their own food.