To the middle child and the youngest child,

To get out of work two days in a row try any, or all, of the following…

1. Hide all the building material (we have found it to be most effective)

2.Bend a couple fingers backwards (actually it didn’t work very well did it?)

3. Insist on finishing your cup of coffee before you’ll work and take all day to drink it (sorry, this may prevent you from doing anything else as well)

4. Admit you feel the need to cook and clean (some sacrifice is needed….and chances are no one will believe you)

5. Put a sign on mothers new house that says “closed for cleaning until further notice” and then put wigs on the brooms and dance around the new floor with them.

6. Look busy and just walk around carrying a drill (works every time, hour after hour after hour…but it’s a boring thing to do on your “day off”)

7. Walk out to the house with your grouse guns and when everyone leaves tell father, “since no ones here to work, we’re goin huntin”

8. Get lost on your way to work…it is a very long way to walk…and up hill…

9. Pretend you suffer from snow blindness and start walking into walls and out windows (please use caution when walking out a window…it could be a very painful day off)

10. Or you could just tell father it takes all day to get ready for the newsy news staff Christmas party.

Good luck!! And remember, nothing ventured is nothing gained.

What ever guys can do, girls can do better”

Ha ha ha ha ha ha, spoken in true ignorance. We ran a couple of unbiased tests just to see if girls could do anything guys can do only better.

Hammering a nail:
Guy, four hits per nail.
Girl, 10 tinks per nail…and that’s an improvement since 100 tinks per nail.
Result of test 1: guys are better at hammering nails.*

Carrying one 4X8 sheet of chip board:
1 guy =1 sheet.
2 girls =1 sheet
Result of test 2: 1 guy is equal to 2 girls.*

Screwing in a board while hanging out a window:
Guy, 10 boards.
Girl, 1 screw out of 3 needed in 1 board.
Result of test 3: girl was afraid of heights and did not complete the test so test was invalid…*

Holding the dummy end of a tape measure:
Result of test 4. Both are equally capable of holding the dummy end.

Holding the other end of the Tape measure:
Guy “167 inches and 7/8ths”
Girl “167 inches and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8ths”
Result of test 5: guy is more efficient when time is money.*

*there are exceptions to every rule. There are guys who can’t do these things any better than a girl and there are girls who are more than capable of doing these things. But in a general way, (average girls vrs average guys) results are typical.

Note: Our title is not “What ever girls can do, guys can do better” if it had been, we would have had girly tests on what girls can do better(such as measuring in tsp). But oddly enough, we’ve never heard a guy spout off about how he can do anything a girl can do, only better.

Merry Christmas

From the silly sister's, at the happy place.

yesterday and today

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This was our floor on Tuesday, or, parts of it anyway,

And this, was yesterday...

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And this, was today...

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See the difference?

our mistake

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We're in New York trying out

for the Bachelor Average Jane contest.

To our fans

We lied

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We're in Paris, not Vegas...

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JUST KIDDING

lost wages

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.


Oh, and we've found a clock!!!!

Another good day

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We rearranged some of the walls for mother. We think she likes it.

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And if all the puzzel pieces had been right, it would have looked like this before dark on Wednesday.

injury #4

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No that is not the middle childs, or the youngest childs, hairy leg.

The favorite father has the honor of sporting the new November scrape.

Have a safe and happy Thanksgiving, and to the Turkeys, good luck.

a good day at the happy place,

Something exciting arived by Semi this morning (And yes, for those wondering, it did get stuck)

No, it wasn't roses, but its almost a piano!

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Unfortunatlty, mother is not happy with where the walls are.

something serious

Okay, we'll make it quick. Never mind.

one good thing,

Procratinators quit tomorrow,

Tomorrow

We'll put up a post about procrastinators tomorrow.

Until then we remain,

The Newsy Staff,

50 newsy points to the first commentor!
and 5 points for all others.

oh, okay.

It all started around 6am, or rather 5am depending on the state. The state we're in(not mental) happens to be the 6am...this little bit of information doesn't really matter for the rest of the post but we thought we'd share a bit of really useless information.

Anyway, around 6am(that would be our time) a very horrible little alarm clock went off. The youngest child got up, kicked the middle child, and then went into the bathroom. She came out 29 minutes later after lossing the battle with the faucet. The middle child then crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Neither the middle child nor the youngest child turned on the computer. When the middle child came out, the youngest child was unmaking the bed and tossing everything into a little closet. See, it was cleaning day, it only happens once a week here in the hole. After unmaking the bed, the silly sister's made their rather discusting sandwhiches.

They left their hole around 7:04. Thats four minutes later than usual and makes the difference between trafic and heavy trafic.(are you sure you want to hear about our longest most boringest day ever?) Okay.

They arrived at their day home for two weeks around 7:25 after driving 9 miles. Once they were parked in a nice close spot they reclined their chairs and watched a movie.

At 8:30 they turned off the movie, crawled out of lil'ol blue 2 and sulked into their booth,(which the favorite father had furnished with two chairs). They set themselves up in their chairs picked up their books and prepared for a long day.

The rest of the day is rather blurry, too blurry for an hour by hour account.

Sometime after 2pm, some of the rodeo crew showed began to mingle with the common folk, or perhaps they werent from the rodeo, but there was definatly more people in the isles, instead of one stragler every 100 yards there were two. In short, other than making fun of the hats weighing themselves on the scale across the isle, there was no other sport to be had.

hey,

anyone want to hear about the longest most boringest day ever?

while driving through Wisconsin

the middle child and the youngest child had the unfortunate experience of being separated from the favorite parents in lil'ol blue 2. There was one detestible vehicle that insisted on driving between the lil'ol blue 2's and lil'ol blue 3's fendors. The middle child resented the vehical and finally the youngest child yelled out at the offending vehicle in frustration,
"Oh! Go drive off an exit ramp!"
And it did.

ah, ha!

we have arrived here safely.










though here is not where we intended to be, it is where we have ended up.

Farewell

Goodbye happy place!

Greetings Kentucky.

sigh.

The ugly duckling

The other day we saw a vehicle that looked like it was a car that wanted to be a pickup and just as it was finishing its transformation it decided it wanted to be a van instead. So instead of becoming something beautiful like it had imagined, it now looks like all three combined and is as ugly as a purple duck in a stroller.

to bed we say, to bed!

after driving for 15 hours straight last night, we finally arrived home at 6am this morning. And instead of going to bed like inteligent people, we stayed awake so we could check our e-mails, our blogs, our myspace, the free weekend of stars, pay bills, and have the earliest viewing of little glow worm. But our real reason for not going to bed this morning was so we could go out as soon as it was dawn and see what has become of our footings...which we left somewhere during the middle of a snowstorm...it seems we came home in the same storm.

It is now day light, and we are off to see what we can see before we go to bed.