No More

No more tournament, I'm afraid. Since I switched to blogspot, I'm not sure how to set up a poll. But whatever. It probably wasn't as awesome an idea as I thought it was to begin with. I still like blogspot better, though. Wordpress sometimes put up ads and to subscribe you had to have your own wordpress blog. With blogspot you can follow if you have a twitter, yahoo, or gmail account. (hint, hint) Wait, look! What's that? Oh my god it's a MANATEE!

Why????

Have any of YOU people ever done something completely random for no reason at all in the middle of the night? No? Didn't think so. But anyway, it was late and I was tired, but for some reason I decided it would be a good idea to- right then -clean my room. If you are one of my friends ir someone that knows me really well reading this, your reaction is probably, "OK...wait, WHAT? YOUR ROOM? Cleaned? Preposterous!" But it is true. Before, you couldn't step in my room without stepping on something. Seriously. Clothes and my sister's toys and stuff...I share a room with my sister, and we both enjoy procrastinating, so my room gets cleaned about once a never. Ever. But it is now. Mostly. The question is WHY? Why did I clean my room in the middle of the night when I was already super tired? WHY? The world may never know.

7 Ways to Make My Blog Super Popular

1. Rent a velociraptor from your local zoo. Ride up and down the street on your velociraptor, ringing people's doorbells and screaming at them to read my blog. 

2.Walk into the fanciest resteraunt you can think of wearing a duck suit. Ask to be seated at the table with the most seats, even though you are all by yourself. When the waiter/waitress comes by, give them a sticker and tell them to read my blog. Order a glass of water and ask for the bill.

3. Host a "Becca's Blog is Awesome" party. Invite people such as:
  • your best friend
  • your uncle
  • your best friend's uncle
  • your best friend's uncle's grandmother's sister's daughter's neice.
  • your grandmother
  • Ke$ha
  • Ke$ha's pet unibear (cross between a unicorn and a bear)
  • The Grim Reaper
  • your hamster's cousin in-law
4. Hold Orlando Bloom hostage and don't let him go until everyone one the planet has read my blog.

5. Call a museum. Tell them you found bigfoot and he's downstairs in your basement reading my blog.

6.  Move to Narnia. Bring your laptop. They don't have internet in Narnia and will therefore be astounded at my blog and worshhip me as a god. Get each of the talking animals a laptop for Christmas so that they can read my blog on their own.

7.  Dress up as Santa Claus and bring a bullhorn to the middle of Times Square. Say into the bullhorn, "Nobody gets presents this year because Becca's blog is a gift to all of humanity." Then state my Blog URL and drive home.

* Make sure to check out my earlier posts because I blogged like 4 times today so you may have missed some.

Apparently I'm a Life & Hope Killer Thief

Okay. So today at dinner, we were eating outside on my deck, and my sister saw an ant crossing the table. I asked her if she wanted me to get rid of it and she said yes and so I killed it. And she started SOBBING! She was all, "I was starting to LIKE that ant! I was thinking of keeping it as a pet! I wanted you to MOVE it, not KILL it!" I didn't know what to do. My mom tried to comfort her by telling her that from now on we would only kill tics and mosquitos. And I said,
"And spiders." And she started sobbing again! She kept talking about how spiders help the enviroment and without them we wouldn't be here and stuff, but honestly, I don't care. Spiders are freaking SCARY. So she went insude, still crying, but every now and then, she would stick her head out the door and call me something like Life Theif or Hope Killer or Helpfulness Killer-Thief. So then I went downstairs to blog about it and she came down and showed me a picture she drew. It was a disturbing picture of her sobbing. I told you I was a terrible person. But what can you do? Spiders are scary!

Dinosaur

I drew a  dinosaur. And although my radical drawing kills may tell you otherwise, I am not a wizard. Probably.


Pyscho Suzie's and Shakespeare

Last night I went to a Tiki Bar in Minneapolis called Psycho Suzie's.  It was pretty awesome. It had big Tiki Statues all over and really good food. There's like a mini waterfall at the front door, too. But anyway, yeah. It was just awesome. So then, afterwards, I went and saw this preformance of The Comedy of Errors by Shakespeare and Company and it was HILARIOUS!!!!! Seriously. Except, there was this one part where This guy who was one of the leads wig fell off. And he was all, "My hair!"
And the guy who was talking to him said, "So much I didn't know about him."
HA! I laugh at failiure because I'm a terrible person.  I just am.  I make babies cry. Not really. But today I was eating breakfast at this resteraunt at a booth, and in the booth behind us was this little baby who kept turning around and trying to play peekaboo with me. And she dropped two packets of Hot Sauce on my my mom. Yeah. It was pretty cute.

Pablo the Walrus

I made a picture on Paint of Pablo the Walrus.

He has a sombrero.

Special Dog

Today, My Dog woke me up at seven. He jumped onto the bed chewing his squeaky toy and making this noise that sounded like an elephant dying. So  I went downstairs to let him out, and the moment I closed the glass door and he was outside, he started giving me this look like, "why did you leave me all alone I want to come back in!"  So then I had to let him in. When I did that, he started running around in circles with a toy bear in his mouth until I got dizzy. Then I tried to go back to sleep. I had this weird dream that I was in kindergarten with my sister who's actually in 3rd grade. And we were taught by this poster of Abraham Lincoln. And then we watched a play about cows who did a ballet and then leaped into a mudhole. I woke up feeling very confused. Right now, Zeppy is lying on the floor as if I killed his heart by not running in circles with him at 7:00 in the morning. He's a special dog...

Guys and Dolls and Pablo the Walrus

So tonight, I'm staying up late to write a post about the traveling Broadway preformance of Guys and Dolls because I'm an ACHEIVER! It was...yeah. It went mostly like this:
GAMBLE GAMBLE GAMBLE OH NO POLICE DON'T TELL MY GIRLFRIEND ENGAGED 14 YEARS CHEESECAKE APPLE CIDER CRAPS CUBA SARAH I'M A BELL I HAVE A COLD I WANT TO GET MARRIED GAMBLE GAMBLE GAMBLE OH NO POLICE I LOVE YOU I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU TOO YAY I HATE YOU DOLLS ARE PRETTY GAMBLE GAMBLE GAMBLE YAY NOW I'M MARRIED OH NO WHY DID I GET MARRIED?
At least that was my interpretation of it. Also, my brother is leaving tomorrow at 4AM with my grandmother to Massachussets. He's not going to come back until July 3rd. He says he's going deep sea fishing and he wants to catch a walrus. Maybe he could bring it home and it could live in our bathtub! I would name it Pablo. Pablo the walrus. That has a nice ring to it, right? Remember to take the poll from the last post! Thanks!

Grandma's in town!

You know how I said I went to Madison? Well, n the way back we picked up my grandmother and now she's staying with us. And yes, we planned this. It's not like she was hitch-hiking and we just happened to be the ones who picked her up. She's pretty awesome. Tomorrow, however, we are going to see the play Guys and Dolls. Because it's apparently one of her favorites. And don't worry. I am definitely going to write a summary either tomorrow or Wednesday. I'm pretty sure it's about people who gamble about horses and then they get in trouble with their girlfriends. It's set in the 1950's. They didn't have INTERNET back then!!!!!! Can you imagine a world with no internet??? I'm pretty sure my computer is softly weeping at the thought.

Dog Pic.

 I found a picture of Zeppy.

Guess where I am...

Wow!!! I'm in my hometown right now- Madison, Wisconsin. It's a five hour drive from where I live. For the most part I slept, but when I woke up I found my brother was sticking his head out the window like a dog. No, really. Not kidding. When he put his head back in, he  had a kind of 80's hairstyle. After that he decided fidgeting and talking without stopping for the next two hours would be a good idea. He pissed everyone off. Like, he would NOT shut up!!!! This is my face before 5 hour car ride with my brother :) this is my face after >:(       Allso, when we got to Madison, we had an awesome lunch at a Tibetin resteraunt. They had these delicious dumplings called Momos. I like me some Momos!!!!

Dancing Pig!

You CAN'T not love this.     

Is it NORMAL for a dog to eat this much?

I have a dog named Zeppelin. We call him Zeppy for short. My dog loves food, like most dogs. He will eat anything. Two days ago, actually, my brother poured canola oil in his water and he drank ALL of it. Then he kept almost throwing up but not. He was, like, hacking. I got sorta worried, but he was still breathing so it was all good. And the day before that, he ate a block of imported dutch cheese. An entire block. I mean, he's done it before, so it wasn't THAT big a deal...one time, when my friend and I were working on a science project for a science fair he ate a block of cheddar that was used for our experiment. And two months ago, he ate his most epic thing yet- two loaves of bread. One of them still had the plastic on, so he ate that, too. You'd think he'd have learned his lesson after that, but no. The very next day, he ate the last loaf of bread we owned. That's three loaves of bread and one plastic bag in two days, folks. Isn't that a world record or something? I can't find a picture of him anywhere, but rest assured that I will be posting one soon. I found a picture of the imported cheese on google, though: 

Squirrel

This morning my brother called me outside. I was all just awake and tired, but he insisted. What did I find, you may ask? A squirrel, throwing itself onto my window as if trying to break in. It continued doing this for the better part of twenty minutes. The window was just a screen, so it was actually possible that the squirrel would break through and land in our house. My only explanation? Clearly, a very small person in a squirrel suit was trying to rob us. Can't fool me, person who feels the need to dress like a squirrel with a disease in order to rob a house. And yes, this actually happened.

New Blog for Becca!

So I decided to start a blog. I really don't know what I was thinking. This is supposed to be a humor blog...so, yeah. I'm going to distract you from how terrible this post is with a picture of a bear now.I really don't think that there's anything quite awesome as bears. So, one more thing you ought to know about my site: It is only for those who enjoy the stranger things in life. The people who laugh at abnormality. Also, bears. And it may not be much yet, but one day it might very well rule the world!!!!! Or at least a little corner of it. So, keep reading, it will get better than this.