February 2nd and 3rd, from Orr Minnesota to Atlanta Georgia, (just because)
February 3rd and 4th, from Atlanta Georgia to Harrisburg Pennsylvania, (just for work)
February 16th and 17th, from Harrisburg Pennsylvania to Duluth Minnesota, (not for fun)
February 22nd and 23rd, from Duluth Minnesota to Harrisburg Pennsylvania, (just a quick trip)
February 24th and 25th, from Harrisburg Pennsylvania to Orr Minnesota, (but it was okay, the hitch hikers took a turn driving)
If you get out a map, you can figure out how many miles the silly sisters have put on in the last 25 days....then let us know cause we're too tired to do it ourselves...
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
going home
Today the silly sisters were each asked out by the same boy, then they were offered weed on their way home in the sky walk, and then they lost their van on the fourth floor because they had parked on the third...
Needless to say, after such exploits they intend to get a good nights sleep and then head home.
Even if its only for two hours, the six hour drive will be worth every moment. Perhaps tomorrow night they wont be so stuck up while working after their two hour home vacation...
P.S. the middle child got to pet Twiggy the water skiing squirrel
Needless to say, after such exploits they intend to get a good nights sleep and then head home.
Even if its only for two hours, the six hour drive will be worth every moment. Perhaps tomorrow night they wont be so stuck up while working after their two hour home vacation...
P.S. the middle child got to pet Twiggy the water skiing squirrel
Sunday, February 15, 2009
What the middle child still has to put up with
The youngest child grinned and giggled all day until finally the middle child demanded an explanation. The answer was quite surprising.
The youngest child was grinning and giggling because she had a tiny pack of sugar in her pocket…
The youngest child was grinning and giggling because she had a tiny pack of sugar in her pocket…
Saturday, February 14, 2009
S.A.D
Happy Singles Awarness day everyone!
And just to show how festive the silly sisters are feeling on the occasion, they are both wearing red t-shirts that say, "Valentines day...stinks"
And just to show how festive the silly sisters are feeling on the occasion, they are both wearing red t-shirts that say, "Valentines day...stinks"
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tis true...no, tis false!
Only one of the following stories is true. How well do you know the silly sisters? Do you know which story really happened? Take a wild guess...
Story B
While standing alone (sort of) in their booth all day, the middle child and the youngest child do on occasion, get bored. So they, at times, turn their thinkable thoughts towards mischievous and devious plans.
While in this frame of mind they were accosted by a wandering and lost patron begging directions to the fishing area (a place three buildings down and 10 miles over).
The middle child and the youngest child, standing side by side, didn’t hesitate as they raised their arms to point out the correct direction to the poor lost wanderer. Unfortunately, they pointed in opposite directions. The one on the left pointed to a right corner while the one on the right pointed toward a left corner…and there by crossing each others hands as they pointed.
Realizing their mistake, they cackled insensibly as they looked at each other and corrected their mistake…Each chose, most heroically, to agree with the other for a change and they then each pointed in the direction the other had been pointing.
This of course, was no help as both the middle child and the youngest child were still pointing in opposite directions. The poor lost wanderer walked away in bewilderment having no idea he had been talking to the two silly sisters.
Story A:
Customer, “I’d like to buy this wallet.”
Seller, “Okay. Its $15.90.”
Customer groaning, “Come on, you can do better than that!”
Seller, smiling happily, “Yes sir, I can. I could charge $20 for it and then I’d be doing a whole lot better!”
Customer, suppressing a begrudging smile pulls out his money.
Seller, to a different customer who was laughing heartlessly, “I guess it depends on the point of view. Doesn‘t it?”
Story B
While standing alone (sort of) in their booth all day, the middle child and the youngest child do on occasion, get bored. So they, at times, turn their thinkable thoughts towards mischievous and devious plans.
While in this frame of mind they were accosted by a wandering and lost patron begging directions to the fishing area (a place three buildings down and 10 miles over).
The middle child and the youngest child, standing side by side, didn’t hesitate as they raised their arms to point out the correct direction to the poor lost wanderer. Unfortunately, they pointed in opposite directions. The one on the left pointed to a right corner while the one on the right pointed toward a left corner…and there by crossing each others hands as they pointed.
Realizing their mistake, they cackled insensibly as they looked at each other and corrected their mistake…Each chose, most heroically, to agree with the other for a change and they then each pointed in the direction the other had been pointing.
This of course, was no help as both the middle child and the youngest child were still pointing in opposite directions. The poor lost wanderer walked away in bewilderment having no idea he had been talking to the two silly sisters.
Story A:
Customer, “I’d like to buy this wallet.”
Seller, “Okay. Its $15.90.”
Customer groaning, “Come on, you can do better than that!”
Seller, smiling happily, “Yes sir, I can. I could charge $20 for it and then I’d be doing a whole lot better!”
Customer, suppressing a begrudging smile pulls out his money.
Seller, to a different customer who was laughing heartlessly, “I guess it depends on the point of view. Doesn‘t it?”
Monday, February 09, 2009
life
The middle child looked around her and the youngest child’s humble little booth and sighed heavily in discouragement, “Oh look how dirty our mess is.”
And the silly sisters laughed heartily.
And the silly sisters laughed heartily.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Breaking news!!!!
This just in…yesterday.
We have it on good authority, or at least from a reliable source….or rather, a popular rumor…that neither of the silly sisters are real princesses.
That’s right, sad as this is to say, they would not feel a pea underneath 27 mattresses and all that fluff. And even if they could by some odd chance feel it, it would most certainly not leave a bruise. No indeed.
It became apparent, after sleeping on a hard button plagued mattress (which both silly sisters could feel most remarkably), that they were not princesses when neither of them could produce evidence of any bruising the next morning.
The rumor is still under investigation by the Board of Rumors as the middle child dares to contest the verdict.
We have it on good authority, or at least from a reliable source….or rather, a popular rumor…that neither of the silly sisters are real princesses.
That’s right, sad as this is to say, they would not feel a pea underneath 27 mattresses and all that fluff. And even if they could by some odd chance feel it, it would most certainly not leave a bruise. No indeed.
It became apparent, after sleeping on a hard button plagued mattress (which both silly sisters could feel most remarkably), that they were not princesses when neither of them could produce evidence of any bruising the next morning.
The rumor is still under investigation by the Board of Rumors as the middle child dares to contest the verdict.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
A story of the glow worm:
Our little glow worm has developed a very sensitive streak. One never quite knows what will set it off. Apparently, back ground music in a movie determines her feelings on every seen, as well as lighting, and yelling.
The youngest child, bless her heartlessness, has tried in vain to make light of tense situations in the movies she watches with glow. She laughs hysterically at the hideous monster on Sleeping Beauty. Chirps out the many attractions of the monster on Enchanted. But when the glow worm bights her lower lip, and her big eyes turn into two beautiful water fountains, she knows the battle is lost.
Recently, after returning home after a long trip, the middle child and the youngest child stopped by the oldest childs house to see the glow worm and the lady bug(who is under going a name change by the newsy news staff). While visiting, the youngest child couldn’t stop herself from asking the glow worm if she liked Madagascar, a movie the little glow had just seen.
“Noooo.” Little glow answered with a very grave look of disappointment on her little face.
“Why not?” The youngest child asked sensitively. “Was it scary?”
“Nooo.” Little glow hedged, and not knowing how to explain it fully she added, “I just cried and I cried and I cried and I cried.”
The youngest child, bless her heartlessness, has tried in vain to make light of tense situations in the movies she watches with glow. She laughs hysterically at the hideous monster on Sleeping Beauty. Chirps out the many attractions of the monster on Enchanted. But when the glow worm bights her lower lip, and her big eyes turn into two beautiful water fountains, she knows the battle is lost.
Recently, after returning home after a long trip, the middle child and the youngest child stopped by the oldest childs house to see the glow worm and the lady bug(who is under going a name change by the newsy news staff). While visiting, the youngest child couldn’t stop herself from asking the glow worm if she liked Madagascar, a movie the little glow had just seen.
“Noooo.” Little glow answered with a very grave look of disappointment on her little face.
“Why not?” The youngest child asked sensitively. “Was it scary?”
“Nooo.” Little glow hedged, and not knowing how to explain it fully she added, “I just cried and I cried and I cried and I cried.”
Sunday, January 11, 2009
When the moon hits your eye like a big...
"Look! Look at the beautiful moon!" The middle child cried out in great joy, pointing at the giant glowing globe as if she herself had hung it for the other's personal delight.
As everyone turned to look obediently up at the moon and say their natural "oohs" and "awes" the middle child bent over...
As everyone turned to look obediently up at the moon and say their natural "oohs" and "awes" the middle child bent over...
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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)
..
.,
nor this,
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...
.
.
we want to go home to our deep snow and our slivers now please where its safe.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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?
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?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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
“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
Sunday, December 07, 2008
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
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
Monday, December 01, 2008
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
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
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, November 24, 2008
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!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!
Sunday, November 09, 2008
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
unfortunatly, we're only on the first floor
Friday, November 07, 2008
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 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…
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