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!