Friday, August 10, 2007

Kiss Me...

I'm Irish.

and soon i'll not only just be irish... but i'll be IN ireland.

so since i'll be leaving for a week, i thought i would leave a little love. a little irish love.

i have a t-shirt that says Kiss Me, I'm an Irish Texan and oh yeah, i'm packing it and wearing it in ireland. god i love american tourists.

in a classroom, there was a message written "To Whoever repeatedly uses the grotty red marker, please clean because it stains"
Grotty.... grotty.... huh.

aussies say toe-MAH-toe (tomato) but they say poe-TAY-toe (potato). if words are spelled the same, shouldn't they rhyme?

i just read an article on an adaptive evolutionist theory on why babies cry at nite. so with natural selection and evolution, the babies that cried the most at nite survived more than the babies that didn't because when crying at nite they keep their mother up to suckle and so she can't make another baby.. thus extending the interbirth interval. so they get all the attention and have a better chance of living instead of another baby coming along and being forgotten. interesting, no? so like upright ancestors outlived the quadrupedal ancestords, the whiny babies have outlived the quiet sleeping babies because they kept their mom from having another baby. far-fetched, but interesting.

i bought a murder mystery book that takes place in ireland to read in ireland. i'll probably regret it, but i'm excited.

i just visited the 'hello my future girlfriend' site (not the original, but it still works) man, that'll never get old.
http://www.xsunderground.com/thechilde/
and wikipedia said he made another site to explain his original site. i don't want to read it tho. i want him to forever be in 6th grade. and forever think he's my future boyfriend.

AND
my friend I. just showed me this awesome site
http://www.geocities.com/asianprince_213/
please have a look around.

well, as little as this entry was, it was out of love.
and now i'm off to take the trash out, clean the dishes, and make sure i have everything ready for ireland.

love and hugs!

3 comments:

PT said...

Well, Whiney Baby, now you know why you are the youngest.

Anonymous said...

Just jump around and cry "twiddlydee twiddlydee" and call everybody "dingle dingles" and you can prove to all that you are truly Irish and have recently visited the Emerald Isle. They will be so jealous. However, if they are German, you may need to move out of the way so they can take a random picture without you cluttering up the background.

Texas Trowel said...

father, you know perfectly well dingle dingles come from australia, not ireland.