Cap'n Billy Three Fingers

This is what happens if I get bored enough! LOL.
Amanda



Ahoy Matey! Shiver me timbers....It's peices O' eight floutin' long the waves of the blue bonny! I tell ye laddy....I be losin my mind quick! It be but a short while an' me be as bad as ol' Jack Jaggedtooth. Bless his po' ol' soul, died a true pirate with his boots on an' his cutlass by his side. Well I be goin now lad. It's time I check our course an be makin' sure we be goin th' right way. Methinks I'll be no longer seen' peices O' eight on the bright blue for i've had some O' cooks black drink he calls "co-fee" it makes me face turn white and me black beard curl if it has no sugar. Yestiddy' me snuck some from the kitchin, for cook has it under lock an' key. Me be cap'n an me still have to steal sugar from cook! Why I've been doin that since Me was js' a cabn boy! Methinks I used th' last O his sugar today....but Im not sure cuz cook came in while me be snatchin some O it, an me hadda make a nice long story, tall as the ships mast an long as the bight blue. Me nights pass witout a wink O sleep, for I fear mutiny. Late at night me hears voices two inches high planning somthing. Night before last, me hears sounds of somone talking and me grabs me sword...me grabbed a lan'ren too and went out on th' deck but all was still. Me fears I be losin the brain, or the gohst of ol Cap'n one tooth be vist'n me. Ev'ry night me sleeps in the same bed as he did an' me dreams he come and be wavin his sword ov'r me and say'n "By thousands of thunderin typhoons you be pay'n for what you did to me lad...you be pay'n a dear price too!" and me wakes up and not sleep till dawn. I tell you laddy, the end O me is not far if things be goin as they are now. I really must be goi'n now...me fears we be off course.
Yours till the ocean waves,
Cap'n Billy Three Fingers

It's Raining Cats and Dogs!

It's raining cats and dogs! Its hailing saws and logs! It's snowing boats with oars for rowing, it's snowing lawn mowers for mowing. It's raining, hailing, snowing! The wing is blowing, blowing tornadoes! Yikes! It just ruined my prize tomatoes! Oh what a muddle I said as I stepped in a puddle.....a poodle puddle because it had been raining cats and dogs, before the previous hail of saws and logs! Oh what a terrible muddle I thought as i tip-toed around another poodle puddle. All of a sudden it began to rain sheets....and the tornado took up the butchers place, and all of his meats......and sheets and meats came rushing down! This terrible storm is destroying out town!

Shopping

Get dressed, get dressed...whe have a full day...hurry up, we havent a moment to play. Hurry up, iv'e got to get some milk, eggs, butter, brush your teeth! Run! Lets get back to my list for I'm not quite done..soap, shoes, flower....Are you done yet...this shouldent take an hour!! Cream, chocolate,ribbon, and anything else thatll come in hand. She grabs you and whisks you to the car.
Shes going really fast...it's fun, your having a blast! You allways like it when she goes this fast. Soon you haer a sierin wailing...you look at your mothers face it seems to be pailing...suddenly you feel sick as if youv'e been sailing...the policeman pulls over...you know the routine...."whats rong?" he'll say...your mother'll say "oh dear everything seems to have gone rong today! Just look" she'll say "look at my child...he is sick! Very sick! I need to get to the doctor quick!" The policeman looks...and he says.."he seems to be slightly green..in fact, he's starting to take on the color of a green bean!" you dont have to fake...you really are sick...this is touture you think ..Its really mean! You look down at your lap...avoiding the policemans stare...and your mothers percing glare...I wonder whats rong now..you say as you run a hand though your hair. You look down again...your eyes wieden..you rub your eyes and stare...What should be there isnt there! you try to keep yourself from screaming...your pants are missing! Yikes! What do you do?!!? you fell like you have a terrible flu! Why you cough and you sputter..you hear the policeman mutter... Whats rong with these nuts..He says well ma'm I cant spend all day...i must be going but before i go i must say...that thrsday the 12 is my new badluck day. The policeman leaves..but by then..you have begun to hypervenatlate..and wheeze.Your mom goes back to driving 100. All the street cameras are flashing...your begining to go blind...You wish you could find some way to stop this...you rub your eyes...you open them wide...you are in your bed...oh..you say..i thought i was dead! You sit up in bed...your mom comes in..and says....Get dressed, get dressed...whe have a full day...hurry up, we havent a moment to play. Hurry up, iv'e got to get some milk, eggs, butter, brush your teeth! Run! Lets get back to my list for I'm not quite done.....you jump out of bed...and you run!!

Mom wants to take us shopping today.....I'm not so sure I want to go!

Here are some interesting sayings and riddles

May your enimies enimies feel healthy. Betty botter had some batter, and some butter. But her butter was bitter,and she said if I put this bitter butter in my batter it will make my batter bitter too. So Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter and put it in her batter to make her batter better. Three gray geese grazing in the green grass. If the plural of house is houses..why isn't the plural of mouse mouses? If it's 'a penny for your thoughts' why do you have to put'your two cents' in? --Amanda

My Research Report Blues

A while back, I had to do a research report...and I did not like it. Not very fun if you ask me (to be quite honest..it's really boring). So..when I was taking one of my breaks, I came up with this story :
The Report
By Amanda

Allmost done with research report. She sits in front of the computer, sweat pouring down her face. She gasps for air ~ one more word! One more! There she sits, pleading with the computer. I MUST get this done she tells her self. I must! But it isnt humanly possible. Imust! I have to! I'll never go to sixth grade if i dont! She has been typing so long, the tips of her fingers are raw. I must preservere! She has been typing for so long, her fingers will have to be put in casts for 3 months says the doctor. The poor girl has to get her report done. She wont be able to sleep at night. Late in the middle of the night, she sneaks out to the computer, and with the very last of her strength, she types out the final paragraph. She is so sick of typing, and so glad shes done. So relived.Shes so happy, she could walk a mile, and her feet would never touch the ground. She clicks the red x in theright hand corner. Then she clicks turn off computer. The computer turns off. The poor overworked girl turns off the light and goes to bed. As she lies there, a terrifying thought pops into her head. Did I save it? Im SURE i did! Because im so tiered I have dreamed this up the poor girl tells herself. Sadly, all night the unfoutunete youth worries. The next morning, she has large black circles under her eyes. "Wheres your reasearch report? Where is it? come on. i dont have all day. Im waiting" the girls mom says. It's right here the girl says. To herself she says It has to be here! please, please be here! She turns on the computer, and searches every thing that has been saved in that computer. The last thing dates back to1880***

So there she sits pleading with the computer.

Can you tell i never want to do another one?
*** If they had computers way back then!