good news

We're on the east coast right now,

so neither this,

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(frostbite, causing some very silly looking sock lines that have lasted on the upward side of three weeks)

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nor this,

(a half inch sliver from the favorite brothers house, and yes the house can still support itself without it)

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should happen to us.

But alas, we are us where ever we go, and though we've managed to keep away from wood products and snow so far, we fear what other catastrophes may befall us...like black boogers (from the deep fried air we're breathing) hindering sales as they hang from our unknowing noses. Or worse, hacking up furballs (from the sheep shearer's behind us) onto some childs cotten candy, accidentally of course...or, horror upon horror, running out of snack food and actually being reduced to eating a full sandwhich a day...

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we want to go home to our deep snow and our slivers now please where its safe.

Deep thoughts by Blueberry

or rather, something Blueberry is contemplating:

Which direction do you stir your hot chocolate, coffee, tea, or soup? And why to do you stir it that direction instead of the opposite direction?

Wishing you

A very Merry Christmas!

from the happy place

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from the newsy news letter offices....

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And from the very silly sisters

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And a very happy new year!!!!!!

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May the grace of our Lord be with you, now and always.

What ails you?

warning. (we don't know why, but we felt we should have a warning before this post.)

How to know what ails you:

If you think in terms of how it will taste coming back up, you may have the stomach flu. We recommend apple sauce and pudding, they’re nice and smooth for the return trip out and they’ll still taste pretty good.

If going outside is based on how fast you can shed your outside cloths if you need to use the bathroom, you may have an upside down stomach flu, that means instead of coming up and out, its going down and out, and fast.

If you can’t decided if you should kneel by the toilet or sit on it, you may have an upside down inside out stomach flu. We recommend carrying a bucket around so such a choice won’t actually be necessary to make.

If you feel rolled over and stomped on, and still you manage to do all the work that must be done, your probably a mother, and we thank you.

If you feel pretty lousy, and still you can talk about cutting wood, your probably our favorite father and your not really sick, its just sympathy. (we're just kidding favorite father)

If there’s no argument about what movie to watch, the entire family better head for the hospital, it sounds pretty bad to us.

Well, if these suggestions aren’t helpful for determining what ails you, we’re sorry. Oddly enough they were right on for us.

Please wash your hands with soap after reading this.

On the strip of Vegas

While walking down Las Vegas boulevard at a brisk pace(for the silly sisters can walk at no other pace) the middle child and the youngest child were accosted by a salesman with the following inspiration.
“I have a pretty girl special going on…”
The silly sisters hadn’t made eye contact, and they were walking at such a brisk pace that though the salesman had begun his sentence before they reached him, they were passed him before he finished.
But even knowing the danger of getting trapped into a five minute recital was over, the youngest child couldn’t stop herself from chirping gleefully over her shoulder back at him, “Well you better go find some then!”
And the two ornery silly sisters walked on without breaking their stride, while the poor gallant, if rehearsed, salesmen was heard muttering to himself, “I thought I had…”

In other news, we are happy to report, that though the silly sisters pretend to play the snobs on the strip of Vegas, they haven’t quite reduced themselves to chasing down celebrities yet. That’s right, we have actual proof that the silly sisters passed by a man they both recognized as someone famous, without attacking him with pen and paper. He saw their glances and walked on, with perhaps a quicker pace, while smiling in amusement. If the silly sisters had only known the name of the man they no doubt would have made chase. But unfortunately for them, they couldn’t quite place his name until they saw his face on the hotel opposite theirs, and it was then they both knew without a doubt that they had seen Barry Manilow, and had even brushed passed his 10,000. dollar suit.

Merry Christmas

the odds

the odds of two good girls finding two good boys in Las Vegas are surprisingly low. Actually, the odds of those two good girls winning big on gambling are much higher than their odds of finding two good boys....so what are two good girls to do with such odd odds?

They're going to keep the five cents they found in the parking lot, and the quarter their favorite Brainerd grandpa gave them, and go to bed at once.


Merry Christmas

Today

Christmas day is coming,
The Christmas seasons here.
The Christmas tunes are humming,
In and out our ear.

The Christmas cups are out,
The Christmas lights are on,
The Christmas tree looks stout,
For this is the Christmas season.

The halls are decked with holly,
The giggles roll and burst,
The air is filled so jolly,
And its only December first!


Merry Christmas

October

This post is dedicated to the building of favorite brothers house.

When the favorite brother’s house arrived, all his help was there ready to be helpful. The help consisted of his two brothers(who most view as his sisters) and his favorite father.

The observant man who delivered the house panels was a poor unsuspecting man. He eyed the favorite brothers straggly crew and asked in all innocence, “When will the rest of the guys get here to help?”
The favorite brother responded with all the surprise he felt, “This is everyone.”
The look of surprise and dismay on the delivery mans face was rather discouraging to the favorite brother. He’d never unloaded a house from a semi trailer before, he was relying on the favorite fathers experience as well as his brothers, and this man seriously doubted their skills. Granted, even puffed up in their many layers of fall clothing, his two brothers didn’t resemble the strapping young men of most construction crews, but the man didn’t know his brothers.
“You know,” the man said hesitantly, “I’m not supposed to help you unload.”
The favorite brother nodded his head in total understanding, “That’s okay.” The man clearly didn’t know his brothers.
It was decided, by deductive reasoning and strength in demand, that the middle child would run the lull while the youngest child helped the favorite brother load panels onto it from on top of the semi trailer, and the favorite father would unload the panels on the ground.

After the middle child had received a crash course on how to run the lull, the crew began to work like a well oiled squeaky machine. It was about 8:30.

When the semi trailer was half unloaded, the favorite mother was found to be outside watching happily. The delivery man sidled close and said with some disbelief, “I was warned about do-it-yourselfers. The other drivers told me horror stories about some loads they’ve delivered. I was even given instructions to call the company if the trailer wasn’t unloaded in 6 hours. I was really concerned when all I saw was your two girls for help.” The man was shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.
The favorite mother just laughed.
“How long has that one been running a lull?”
“She started this morning.”

When the entire semi trailer had been unloaded, with all the pieces present and accounted for, the delivery man said, “this is the smoothest unloading I’ve ever had!”
Come to find out, it was his first day on the job.
When all was said and done, and the dust was settled from the departing semi, it was 10:45am.

ABC would have been proud.

tagged

While playing a game of on-line tag, we were tagged by Faye! And apparently, there are rules,


Here are the rules:


1)Link to the person who tagged you. (which we took the liberty of doing already above.)

2)Place the rules on your blog (we are currently in the process of acomplishing this task)

3) Write 6 random things about yourself (12 in our own case).

4)Tag 6 people at at the end of your post and ad a link to them.

5)Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.

6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

7) Well there isn't another rule, but we didn't care for everything running in numbers of 6 so we're making it a rule that there must be a rule number 7.


Random facts about the middle child and the youngest child:


1a. The middle child has two saxiphones 4 guitars and one uklele (and no music books).

1b. The youngest child has one violin and an accoridan she adopted...she plays neither.

2a. The middle child collects rocks.

2b. The youngest child can't sleep without her teddy bear.

3a. The middle child likes to slide down the hill in a box with as many people as she can fit in.

3b. The youngest child reads old books, the dustier the better.

4a. The middle child has been on the volunteer fire department for 8 years.

4b. Someone once threatened to get the sheriff after the youngest child.

5a. The middle child collects little peices of paper.

5b. The youngest child likes to pet bumble bees.

6a. The middle child likes splitting wood

6b. The youngest child gravely misses her stapler, which the favorite father destroyed in his eagerness to fix.

7. And for something completly random, the favorite mother can't wait to slide down the hill on an air mattress.


OK- now we are tagging all of our friends...


1) Blueberry

2) Mushroom

3) John-Paul

4) Jeff

5) The demolition child

6) Little tender tush



No doubt, we'll be it forever for this....






Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!

pardon our indulgence

Pardon us, as we were writting that last post, we were giggling pretty heartily to ourselves. This was perhaps the affect of lack of sleep, but mostly it was because, as we were sitting in our lonely little motel room, we were picturing ourselves with a mattress over our heads climbing three flights of stairs to our room...

unfortunatly, we're only on the first floor

A bed is a bed is a bed!

Unless it’s a 4 by 8 sheet of plywood masquerading as a bed. This small fact was observed before bedtime, but neither of the tired silly sisters thought it would make a difference on how much sleep they acquired on it. They were very wrong in their assumption.

After an hour of tossing and turning the middle child sighed and whispered, "Are you sleeping youngest child?"

"No," came the immediate and disgruntled reply from the youngest child’s side of the bed.

The next morning, when the alarm went off, the youngest child felt as if she had been expecting it for hours, while the middle child felt as if she had just fallen asleep…literally.

As they were discussing their rotten night the middle child asked the youngest child how she had slept, and the youngest child replied in bewilderment, “I slept?”

Luckily, they always carry a spare mattress around just for such an occasion. And tonight they’ll be sleeping like lambs…

after a long day

when all the work is done for the day, and we have had the last lath,

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Then we pull out the trunks and play dress up

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The favorite mother and the glow worm even like to get gussyed up

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then the silly sisters sail away

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and the glow worm sings....

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its a long trip alone,

What a singing glow worm sings

While coloring with a variety of colors the glow worm will suddenly burst into song with gusto singing, “There’s so many colors in the rainbow. There’s so many colors in the…rainbow (because she can’t remember the rest of the words). There’s so many colors in the rainbow…” and on she sings indefinitely, but as happy as a lark with her crayons.
(the real song goes, “There’s so many colors in the rainbow! There’s so many colors in the morning sun! There’s so many colors in the flower’s and I see every one!”)

And while eating a peanut butter sandwich she sings, “peanut, peanut butter, stinks to my nose.” And after swiping her nose with her peanut buttery finger she continues, “peanut peanut butter, stinks to my cheek” and on she goes until her whole little face is as sticky as her song.
(The real song goes, “Peanut peanut butter, sticks to your nose like no other. Peanut peanut butter, sticks to your nose. But Jesus sticks with you, even closer still. He’s closer than a brother, he’s closer than peanut butter.”)

And we credit it all to the favorite singing family, who was kind enough to teach us these songs while the mosquitoes sang harmony.

Gone Camping

We got a rather late start as usual for our camping trip. We forgot our food, but we managed to survive on the candy bars we found along the way. Our late start pushed us behind sunset so we stopped at GG’s house for some brownies before trudging on. Also, we forgot all but one flash light, and the clouds made it difficult for the stars to shine thoroughly. But we had a glow worm along and a heroic, attractive, one eyed mutt of dauntless courage….unless it rains, then he gets rather put out like a tiny flame.

After hiking indefinitely, we arrived at our camp site at around ten pm. The site was littered with all sorts of obstacles that were in need of being removed. The youngest child was set to work at pre tenting the site, mostly because she was the first to arrive at the site in the dark. By the time the middle child tumbled down the hill with the glow worm, the youngest child had unrolled the tent on a relatively flat surface while I watched. The glow worm proved herself a worthy camper by holding the one flashlight on the tent and out of the silly sisters eyes.

The tent was a worthy tent, a fact we were not sure about before we set it up for the second time. The first time we set it up was in an Amish field with the help of many little hands. This time, in the dark, went just as smoothly as the little glow managed to appear to be everywhere at once and accomplished the feat of being five little angles. According to the youngest child, you just throw the tent up into the air and it self assembles…the middle child will assure everyone that she put it together before the youngest child threw it up in the air. The favorite mother had showed a strong aversion to any stakes being pounded into the ground, and there was a large scarcity of trees around, so we had to improvise a little.

All our extra clothes and other useless items were left at home, but we did have sleeping bags, teddy bears and books along to make our bedtime as painless as possible. The sleeping bags were placed conveniently on the floor of the tent and the youngest child refrained from putting the bugs I know she carry’s in her pocket into the sleeping bags of the others. She does at times show great strength in self denial.

As everyone settled into their beds, and after the oldest child had kissed everyone good night, the glow worm called for a story, and the eloquent middle child made up a complex story of a none talking horse that left the glow worm and the youngest child wide eyed and beyond all hope of ever sleeping again in this lifetime. But camping is camping, and no one wants to be the last one awake, and so a race to be the first one asleep was held. The glow worm, after being alarmed by all the strange noises generally inspired by camping, was the winner of the sleep race.

And as the middle child and the youngest child tossed and turned on the hard ground, they wished it hadn’t been quite so flat a site,

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they wished everything wasn't so easy

They wished their camp site was outside.

But they awoke the next morning to the sound of rain and for the first time they were very greatful to be in a nice dry tent in the favorite mothers house.

A special thanks to the one eyed mutt for contributing to this story

The handsome ransom

This breaking news is fresh off the press:

The awsomely handsome one eyed mutt is being held for ransom by the crazy sisters!

According to our source (whom we deem somewhat reliable for a one eyed mutt), he was not dognaped, nor has he gone missing. But somehow, in the last week he has arrived in the clutches of the crazy sisters who now refuse to release him without certain demands being met.

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According to our source, his conditon is horrifing.
He is at their complete mercy…they drag him on long walks where he is not allowed to chase birds, but he himself gets chased frequently by the crazy sisters who insist there's a button to push on his tail...

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He's forced to play out side amidst unimagineable horrors, while the wolves frolic in the field. AND HE HAS TO SLEEP WITH OUT HIS PILLOW!!!!

These perhaps would not be so bad alone, but to top it all off, the crazy sisters can't seem to refrain from making him play dress up with them

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and this humiliating abuse will go on until the handsome ransom is paid in full.

Professional stripper: Canceled

Thats right, the middle child no longer wants to be a professional stripper when she grows up and gets a real job. Aparently, she wasn't having a whole lot of fun stripping the paint off the windows one day last week...and she announced her decision over lunch to the entire family.

If our memories serve us right, her exact words were: "I don't like stripping."

And the youngest child quite naturally took it a step farther and crossed "Professional Stripper" off the resumee.

Happy quarter of a century youngest child

Happy Birthday youngest child!

Happy Birthday youngest child!

Happy Birthday youngest child!

Happy Birthday youngest child!

Have a great day!

Love your favorite family

The favorite brother’s brothers,

On their way home from Idaho, the silly sisters crashed at the favorite Brainerd grandparents house for a much needed rest. While they were there the favorite brother stopped by for a progress report on his building plans. The favorite Brainerd grandpa wondered how the favorite brother would get his house built before winter set in.

The favorite brother responded to such concern with great confidence and complete sincerity, “Oh, my brothers are going to help me.”

the long recovery

This was not at the state fair.

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This was down in the Valley of Texas a few days before Easter. But it's memories like this that prolong our recovery.

And we fear we are still unfit for our friends.

Our State Fair is the best State Fair

Thank you to everyone who has stopped to see us...esspecially to the favorite singing family who some how managed to connect sunday and tuesyday in a freakish way. And to everyone who has stopped, thank you, and yes we did infact see you pointing and laughing.

Six days down, and only six to go! Oh boy! How shall we ever bear such joy? And yes we do mean bear.

Pardon us if we forget wether it's day or night...or if it's actually today instead of yesterday...its okay though, we have a plan...


we'll sleep when its over.

Wild raspberries

How much a wild raspberry is enjoyed depends on how much a person looks at it before its tossed into the mouth. The faster it enters the mouth after leaving the plant the greater the enjoyment. But a slight hesitation in the toss may ruin the entire experience. For at a slight glance little white dots are visible…possibly the eggs of the bug you just blew off. On closer inspection a little tiny little white worm may greet you with an imploring plea for its little life…and the life of the only food it has to grow on.

Stink bugs and wild fruit flies are easily brushed off and promptly forgotten, and even the eggs can be tolerated as long as they brush off easily, but a worm found is as good as a berry thrown…and its very difficult to stop the thought from coming…how many worms have we eaten this year in our berry patch without us even knowing?

On assignment

On their way to Idaho for vacation

the silly sisters stopped at the Grand Canyon in North Dakota

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As usual, the picture does not do it justice...or the silly sisters for that matter

And then there was Lolo Pass

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This is the youngest child gawking at one of the views...or rather, she's gawking at the tourists gawking at the view.

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This is the middle child laughing at the awkward looking camera person.

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After they had over come being distracted by the sights and sounds(horns?) the silly sisters finally arrived in Idaho

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Here the grins and gigglers are standing at the top of the little mountain they climbed after fly fishing in a happy little lake. Okay, so they didn't have to climb very high, and they didn't make it to the top; but hey, no one ever has to know that.

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Tune in next time for pictures of the silly sisters doing a photo shoot with May and Phil.

pictures of our bugs

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The cricket and the glow worm.

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And our little lady bug

And here's all our bugs getting along famously in our bug net

Hope everyone enjoyed seeing our bugs as much as we did!

to post or not to post

Thats just silly!

Of course we're not going to post today. We have way to many cabins to clean and fluff and stuff. We'd have to be made of time to post on a day as busy as this one...or maybe we just got up super early after going to bed horribly late...but at any rate, we're not going to post to day!








So there!

Happy August Day!!!!!!!!!!!

That's right, today is the wonderful first day of August, and as such we are determined to have a fabulous day!!! A beautiful day! A spectacular day! A completly unforgetable day! A...a...perfect day! A great day! A nice day! A good day. A fine day. A...a...um...a....well, at any rate, we are determined to have a day of it.








Hey, at the very least, we've already smiled once...even the lady bug!

early in the morning

Eloquence doesn't always abound at the happy place, nor does everything always go right.

Sometimes the middle child accidentally barrels into a cabin with the tractor...and sometimes, early in the morning, the youngest child can be heard encouraging the one eyed mutt to, "Go poop one eye. Go poop!" and then with some frusteration she'll growl in a low stern voice, "Go poop NOW!"

Tales of Two Sillies

Here's what you need to do today...if you get nothing else done, do this. Go to your book store and ask for Tales of Two Sillies, we would post a picture of it, but we're having trouble.

Oh, you could also go to here and then type in Tales of Two Sillies in the search box to see the cover...

Stand back now and watch the professionals….

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This is, apparently, the silly sisters demonstrating their standing out of the way skills.

They were remarkably good at it too.

You know what they say, "Many hands make..."

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Everything much more confusing

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The youngest child didn't actually lean on this pile of dirt all day. There was a different pile closer to the hole that she leaned on with a shovel.

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The middle child did in fact sit in this tractor all day...and no it didn't stay in one spot.

This isn't what the silly sisters were doing last week, this is what they did the week before, they were playing in the mud last week...

Remember...

Remeber the time the middle child got stuck in the culvert?

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.

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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

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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.

Learning,

The silly sisters can now add oil changing to their resume. That’s right, they changed little gold Knightly’s oil. And boy did he ever need it.

There was some confusion on the youngest child’s part over the guts of a car, and since only one person can fit under little knightly at a time, this confusion struck the whole class until the middle child dragged her out and told her to get lost. Naturally things progressed very well after the middle child took over, with only minor leakages.

Things the middle child learned: Obstacles build muscles and sisters build obstacles. She also learned how to change the oil of a car.

Things the youngest child learned: Not everything is a catastrophe. She also learned she could have changed the oil if her ankles hadn’t been sticking out from under the car far enough for the middle child to grab.

Good and worthy lessons for all of us to remember.

Sorry

This post is dedicated to justifying our rather long silence.

First there was no internet. So the middle child and the youngest child buried themselves in work to forget that grievous fact. Somewhere between painting the vaulted ceilings, dancing with the scaffold, painting the library, creating art in the youngest child’s room, laying linoleum, painting secret closets, ripping up walls in cabins, replacing the unfortunate walls, building a counter top for the favorite mother’s secret mother’s day gift, working around a crooked dock, washing walls, making beds, washing blankets, being nice, raking the beach, planning parties, visiting hiding Heidi, finding the favorite Texas Grandparents in Canada, cutting trees, moving trees, and moving a deck for the door, the silly sisters have managed to find the time to keep batting the book ball into the publisher’s field every time it gets pitched back. Was that sentence too long? No doubt.

No one else has posted either though so we don’t feel completely guilty…just slightly. But off to work with us now. If we don’t keep moving we’re bound to fall behind.

on the road

over the past week, the silly sisters have been traveling so much they no longer know if they're coming or going. In fact, they're almost positive they've passed themselves on the road a couple of times.

A picture of our ever growing bugs collection

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The glow worm and her little sister. "Can I hold the baby with two hands mommy?"

It sure looks like it glow!

This is glow holding a doll. We'll get a picture of her holding the real baby soon...its so life like isn't it?

Loving and Giving

Thats right! Little Hidding Heidi Anne Larson was born this morning at 5:30. She weighs some pounds so many ounces, and is about so long. The oldest child and the favorite brother-in-law are both doing well...and the little glow worm is as proud as can be...she's been telling little hidding Heidi to come out for a long time.

Someday, when we head south to pick up the favorite mother, we'll get some pictures...but until then, here's a picture of the middle child and the youngest childs finger painting skills...or part of it anyway.

And now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

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A report on the first annual sucker run May 3rd

The newsy staff canceled the sucker run due to a distressing conflict with a firefighter’s training. Unfortunately, the newsy news staff forgot to tell everyone. So out of the chaos, the results are as follows:

The winner is: Simon River, a superb athlete from Hermitvill WY, he plans on exhibiting his Supper Sucker water painting by the silly sister’s at his remote spread somewhere else. He said, and we quote, “I will treasure it always…”

The middle child came in with a very dramatic second place, she had just passed the two pine trees before the Y. Her prize was 1000 newsy points, which she can now use at any newsy store.

The favorite mother was trailing the middle child by a few short steps, making her third over all!!! Her prize was beating the one eyed mutt, who did not participate for personal reasons.

And the youngest child also ran.

As for the firefighter’s training, it was canceled unbeknownst to the newsy staff…whose the sucker’s now huh?

what happens when we leave home

Some may call this a tragedy,

We call it a catastrophe

This is the dock off the point, it use to point North, it now points Northeast.

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This is the back dock, it used to point Northeast, now it points northwest. Its also laying on its side like a pretzel…

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Ice “is a powerful thing Harry”

The Trip Study

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Dried up little Turtles

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Cow pies

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The middle child on the worm study

a letter and a paper clip

To: the middle child
From: the Youngest child

Dear sister,

There are rumors afloat of a van heading north tomorrow, I may be on it. I find my work is now done here, and I would risk eating more than I've worked for if I remained longer. Although our good brother-in-law is kind enough not to complain over the lack of left over's, I would not want to impose overly long.

Also, the wounds I had have healed now and I know I can go home and begin working again without fear of blister's...not that I ever feard them...I merely stated it that way because I thought it sounded well. These callouses better last longer than the last ones...I can't afford to be going through them so fast. I'm most anxious to be what I was before the symptoms leveled me, and nothing short of rocks, rakes and tractors will do the job.

You may notice that the tone of this letter is perhaps different, I confess I have been reading in the Scottish Cheiffs again...and I fear it has affected my rout of thinking...just be happy I'm leaving out the thee's and thou's that do float by on occasion...I'm near the end, and Lady Helen is as well...but I shall not lament a soul at rest in heaven.

Oh glow has something to say, "dear sarah bing me pop, miss you too ...press button too peas...press button too....hfwbgloria." I think she want's you to write her back.

Anyway, naps are on the house today...so

The youngest child
Greet the cousins for me, tell them they are doing a wonderful job for me.

another letter

To:the youngest child
From: the middle child



I don't know what to say to that. So lets remember happy times together.

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Love,
the middle child

P.S. miss you too.

another letter

to: the middle child
from: the youngest child

oh sister!!!

I can see how you would all be in uproar!! Is there no end to our woes??? The worms are drying up before our eyes, the cops are drawn to you like a minnow to bread...its un called for...the worms we can not help, but did you ask the dog about the whole cop thing? she may have tried to intimidate the cop with her long face you know...is the other middle child cousin sure the dog is to be trusted while looking out the back window...you know I like that dog but still there's just no other reason I can think a cop would give two poor little girls a hard time.

I was a very good girl yesterday, you'll be so proud of me...I know I am. I just can't remember why right now...hmm. Oh well. But did you hear what the glow worm did? The oldest child was feeding her cake and she said, "Is this cake mommy?" the oldest child happily told her "yes it is." the glow worms eyes got bright and she said, "Its Delicious." what a kid. Its just too funny how high her voice goes when she's asking a question though...I just about die all day long. She helped vacuum the stairs yesterday and told me all about a bad tumble she had taken down them while the tools she was carrying came tumbling down after her.

oh glow is here now, I asked her if she wanted me to tell you anything, she says "Nope!" she's too busy twirling in her dress I guess.

I watched the Red Green show last night and remember a lot of good times...we do a lot better at building floors than we do roofs...but hey we're only as good as our material, and I must say the materials have gotten considerably better in the last few years.

well tell the cousins hi from me...hey, how'd the dog like the cat? I hear they taste better the farther south you get...is it true? Blast...I don't mean for you try the cats...I want to know what the dog has to say about it.

Well I need to get ready for church...or rather, I need to apply both hands to drinking my coffee before I can go to church.

I miss you...after all, you've stolen my half of the computer, and I really miss my computer...sigh.

Love the youngest child,

P.S. I'm not sure if I should be concerned or not but the oldest child had a rather big burst of energy last night, I tell you she was flying around the house picking up toys and stuffing stuff in corners...I was going to tell her to sit down and let it pass but I figured since the favorite brother-in-law was home it was as good a time as any to go into labor...

a letter

To: The youngest child
From: The middle child


Dear youngest child,

I just have to begin by saying how much life is not fare. First, if there are seven police cars on the side of the road, and ten cars pass those cops on the side of the road the odds arn't good for seven cars. It's unfortunate and unfare that we happened to be one of those seven. I mean what about the truck in front of us. That guy was flying, and the other guy swerving all over the road he was a maniac. But poor little inosent us driving slowly in a big mamas car have to take all the rap for speeding. Oh Well.

The second thing to life is not fare is, The tragic amount of poor worms that I have seen. Every stop we made I saw litered dried up worms of all sizes. The first time I saw them I thought to my self that it had been raining in this part of the country. But when I saw them dried up little worms at the secound and then the third and even the fourth stops were there was no rain I really got to thinking my research my be over. Oh sister I have come all this way and now my research is over. At this point of the trip when I discovered that I was a bit upset, but the other middle child was there to calm my nerves and very comforting. I will still look into the matter but as for now I will look for other research.

I really must be going. Say Hi to all there.

Love your silly sister, the middle child

a letter

To: The middle child
From: The youngest child


Dear middle child,

This morning I tried not to cry into my coffee, although it was strong enough to be unaffected by a few extra drops, I was determined to be strong in front of the glow worm and her parents...To keep my mind from dwelling on the research you are doing, I painted the little nursery and was quite happy for the rest of the morning...although our favorite brother-in-law kept coming into the room and letting out all my perfectly scented air...sigh. I was sorely dismayed to have to share my air after I had gone through such lengths to be the only one breathing it...you running off to Oklahoma was a part of my original plan...along with taking my sweet time removing wall paper so you're departure day would arrive before you could paint. Do you see now how you've underestimated my sneakiness? But alas I forgot to remember that by sending you away you would in fact no longer be here...and so there lies the real kicker.

Anyway, after lunch the little glow worm was kind enough to let me read her an entire book to take my mind off what state I'm in again. Unfortunately the oldest child, insisted that the glow worm had to nap, so I picked up my poor little tattered emotions with a paint brush and opened another can to lift my spirits. I painted my way through the bathroom and my spirits were very much improved by the small space and admirable foresight I had in keeping the bathroom door closed...all day. Your sister, the oldest child, barged in a time or two...but she is...well you know, and so I excused her.

I know how you've spent your day so I wont bore myself by being redundant, although that is very much my style, but I don't feel like being stylish right now, and since we're on the subject, that shirt you were wearing when you left was hideous...and perfect, I applaud you!!! Bravo, we fear no wayside rests hey kid? I'm pleased your research is going better than planned, worms...who knew?

Tell our favorite Air Force cousin I miss him, and tell the favorite Air Force cousins wife that I'm bummed I'm missing out on her home cooking...but at least I have fond memories. Anyway, tell the other middle child that I really missed my giggle workout today, every time I talked to you on the phone I could clearly hear how much you two were exercising. Oh, tell that big dog in the back seat not to have such a long face...and then give her a gentle pat from me...I would tell you to kiss her but I wouldn't want to scare the dog...just kidding, I know how you are about the slobber.

I've kissed the one eyed mutt for you...then he ran to his corner, I do believe he's sulking, I choose to think that was inspired by the idea of you not being here rather than the fact that it was I who kissed him. Poor dog. The glow worm is crying because its bed time...and thither I go as well...honestly I don't miss you at all when I review that I have the entire bed to myself for the next um teen days...anyway have a wonderful night sleeping where ever it is you find to lay your head...as the song goes, "The ground is soft" or something like that...

Love your little sister, the youngest child

P.S. too bad about the happy place huh? maybe we should invest in the jaws of life...be good for your cousins now okay?

A tragic day,

A horrifying day, a greatly lamentable day…



this post has self-destructed itself.

Perhaps an explanation is in order...

John-Paul and Jeff are the favorite father’s boys, they come out of the sheetrock every once in a while to play…when neither the middle child or the youngest child can be found….it seems they have a very terrifying fear of the silly sister’s.

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Oh, John-Paul and Jeff are also the names printed on the jackets we got a really good deal on.

The mudding woes

The favorite mother, upon observing her two girls up on the scaffold mudding her walls in shorts, laughed heartily as she said,
“Oh, girls, I thought you were the twins up there mudding when all I saw was your hairy legs…” and off she went giggling into another room.

John-Paul and Jeff looked at each other in some confusion, before shrugging and going on in their merry work.

Mark your calendar!!

We’ve adjusted our newsy calendar to include some new events that have come up…
April, the newsy staff will be in disguise as unfortunate souls and dedicate some Saturday’s to community service…after which they’ll find a couple over sized chairs to suffer in silence in….or relative silence. In May, the middle child and the youngest child will host their double engagement party at the sucker run. In June, the newsy staff will be doing field studies on the migrational habits of worms. In July, since it was already reserved for something of the sort, the middle child and the youngest child will have their double wedding in Hawaii, everyone is welcome to partake in their joy at the happy place. In August, after the mountains of gold expedition, the glow worm, the cricket and the praying mantis will attend their aunts ever growing bug collection party. John-Paul and Jeff have also agreed to sign autographs at the state fair.

And once again, to all our friends, happy April fools day from two very silly sister’s.

Happy April fools day everyone!!!!

At least it would have been a happy April fools day if that stupid extra day in February, that no one cares 3 straws about, hadn’t messed everything up. Seriously, it messed everything up. The first day of spring was even all wrong…in turn pushing the first day of summer all off, making Newsy’s birthday a whole day off from the longest day of the year…this is an unheard of catastrophe for the newsy news staff planning the Cattail event…The fireflies must be warned!!!

Getting the mail

The silly sister’s now go get their e-mails the same way they get their snail mail.
E-mail was a remarkable invention in its time…the average household could get an e-mail instantly without even getting up, thus making it a whole lot more convenient than getting snail mail, which must be brought inside by some manual means.

Until recently the happy place was just such an average household…but then something remarkable happened…they canceled their internet. In consequence to this noteworthy event, getting e-mail is now 3 miles more inconvenient than getting snail mail…but hey, some things in life are worth the extra mile, or perhaps we should say 7...

At any rate, we find we can now sympathize with one of our friends who does the same…here’s to us

Good news,

We have good news, excellent news, fabulous news!!! Mullets are back in style!!!

That’s good news for our sheet rockers anyways…for the rest of the world who remain indifferent to such inspiring news we have another note worthy thing to report:

The youngest child went so far as to raise her feet off the ground to avoid a spider, and the middle child commended her good judgment.

Worldy knowledge...

“Is that a huge aloe plant.” One of the silly sister's asked for conversation sake as the favorite family was meandering home from the beach.
“That plant?” The favorite father asked in happiness over the prospect of finally being able to share some of his previously useless knowledge, “No, they use that plant there to make Tequila.” He said it with such assurance that the favorite mother immediately questioned where he got his information,
“Why, my vast worldly knowledge dear.”

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The silly sister's enjoying retirement!!!!

the silly sister's are...

"golfing...."
"no, working..."
"no golfing...."
"no working...."
"no golfing..."


Well at any rate, it looks to be about a two week sentance.

Happy Birthday Favorite Father

We have decided that there are two things a person has to pick on his or her own:

Their nose and their friends…preferably not at the same time.

Newsy’s Calendar of events

March: The middle child and the youngest child will try a career change in Texas and begin training for the sucker run…all they need now is two golfing outfits and two running outfits…definitely not pink though, it’ll clash with their sunburns.

April: The newsy news field editors will be researching what it’s like to take ones self to a concert, unpaid for by the newsy news company.

May 3rd: the first annual Sucker Run begins at dawn…or whenever the suckers choose to start running. (it’s a marathon) Registration is open all day starting at 8am, bring a white T-shirt we can write your number on.

June 21st: The 5th annual cattail party and newsy news 7th birthday party begins at dawn and last’s until the mosquitoes go to bed at 11pm. As this is a very special 5th annual cattail party, we have taken the liberty of buying recycled T-shirts which we will be giving to all who attend. As usual the party barge will be involved as well as mamas pond and fireflies.

July: We’re keeping July completely open for the other oldest child cousin. But the silly sister’s will no doubt take their annual bath.

August: The newsy news field staff is contemplating doing research on mountains and gold…or preferably, mountains of gold. The favorite parents and the silly sister’s will work their 2 weeks for the year.

And that’s as far as we’ve planned so far…As usual, newsy reserves the right to change its plans with little or no notice. The only event that is concrete is March, April, May, June, July, and August…all other plans are entitled to cancellation without notice.

Happy Birthday Favorite Mother

The middle child had an accident,

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But lets look on the bright side, at least she didn’t run over the wolf poop.

Happy Birthday Favorite Mother!

Real Goals,

These aren’t just any old goals, these are actually reachable goals that the middle child and the youngest child set for themselves when they were feeling rather sickly but mostly human.

Goal 1. Get dressed
Goal 2. Take a nap
Goal 3. Post a blog
Goal 4. Pack for Texas
Goal 5. Go sledding
Goal 6. Restring bows
Goal 7. Plan the sucker run
Goal 8. Find a shovel
Goal 9. Shovel a roof


Don’t worry, the middle child and the youngest child have no intention of achieving all of these goals on the same day or even in the same week…but someday they’d like to attempt them.