Tagged

Pick an artist and use various songs as answers:

My pick: tobyMac

Describe yourself: "Poetically Correct"

How do you feel about yourself: "Feelin' So Fly"

Describe where you currently live: "One World"

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: "Atmosphere"

Your best friend is: "I'm For You"

Your favorite color is: "Phenomenon"

You know that: "Made to Love"

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: "No Signal" haha

What is life to you: "Gone"

What is the best advice you have to give: "Lose My Soul"

If you could change your name, what would it be: "Whoopsi-Daisy" xD

Your favorite treat is: "Get This Party Started"

Yeah...this was a little awkward. :\ I had to leave a few out lol...too weird. But no matter. Since it is now my turn, I tag....Mr. Smith! ahahahaha. This should be a fun assignment, Benjami. :)

Umm...

So I wrote a whole, long post last night with the intention of posting it, when my internet connection decided to fail and thus, my whole post was ditched. So! Someday soon I will get around to re-writing it, because honestly, I don't feel like it right now. And if you really have nothing better to do, go check out Mr. Smith's blog. Got some new posts up. Oh yeah.

Introducing...

The newest addition to the bloggosphere...

MR. SMITH!!!

Check out his new blog here, and read ALL the episodes. Until we write more, that is. ;) Be sure to leave a comment!

Because Ben said I would forget...

The Life and Times of Mr. Smith

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. This morning I decided to go to Starbucks. I heard it was an awesome place. I would assume Starbucks would have something to do with space. I would assume they would sell spacesuits and things of that sort. I paused, and I felt compelled to reflect on life, and realized, Starbucks is also called Starbucks coffee. And it might be rather fun to consume coffee in space. I jumped on my unicycle and rode down town. Upon pulling it up to Starbucks, I noticed there weren’t many spaceships around. I was rather disappointed. And I paused and reflected on life and the merits of having rocket propelled engines instead of gasoline. I decided to delay my Starbucks visit for the day, and went over to the lab to produce a car with a rocket engine. The boys at the lab – God rest their souls – were excited to see me again. Last time I was there I created a machine that gave you an instant haircut. (That was after my little hippie sprint.) The good news is, I succeeded in making my rocket propelled car. The bad news is it took two tries. Well…craters are kind of attractive. I think everyone should be making them. They go well with other things that can be seen in space like the Grand Canyon and the Great Wall of China. Good thing the lab is so far from my house.

Thus ends this week's reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Halloween Randomness from Mr. Smith and Co...

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today is Halloween. That strange holiday, celebrating strange costumes and greedy little children. The one time of year – not counting Christmas – where you can be very, very greedy. I have not decided what costume I should wear yet…any suggestions? I think I will go as the all duck-tape man, maybe wrap myself up like a mummy with duck-tape. But last time I did that I got an awful rash and I lost all my hair. A couple years ago one of my friends suggested I dress up as a globe, he said that I wouldn’t even need to use any padding. I’m not sure I like that idea. As I wandered through the streets looking at all the other children’s costumes, trying to decide what I liked, night had already fallen, and people were handing out candy to greedy little fat children. I felt compelled to write a poem. And here is my poem:

I rounded a corner and lo and behold,
I saw Old Saint Nick, trembling and old.
He stared and he glared and he grumbled at me.
He stared so long I charged him a fee.
He stopped in his tracks.
He started to scream.
The world around me shifted,
As if in a dream.
And poor old Saint Nick, he turned and he fell.
And he didn’t stop falling till he landed in hell.
The moral to this story?
Look both ways before crossing the street.
I’m not sure why, but it sounds kind of neat.

Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith.

After Saint Nick expired, I realized that,
I, as myself,
In all of my fat
Am nearly as evil
As an evil dark bat.
Demons and goblins can’t stand up to me
As I walked down the street,
I saw they could see.
They dropped left and right
They fell before me.
They saw Smith at his best.
Standing there only in a plaid striped vest.

Thus ends this week's reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Just as a side note, we don't really celebrate halloween. We are just amused by the ridiculousness of it. :) And yes, Ben is now a professional poet. We're totally going to be published someday. Soon his name will be up there with Edgar Allan Poe and John Greenleaf Whittier...

Okay. It's way too late for me to be posting so I'm going to exit before I say anything I'll regret in the morning...

After Long Last

Mr. Smith returns! So sorry for not posting these for so long...I admit I kind of forgot about it. *gasp* Hopefully we'll also be writing new ones in the near future...hee hee. :)

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. The city is not for me. I visited it too many times. I long for the country. I long for freedom. So I went to the country. I went to freedom. I discovered the only thing about life on a farm that is free is my labor. Those nincompoops actually expect me to work for free and expect me to enjoy it. Life on the farm is not for me either. I must try life on the moon sometime. In fact, sitting is what I do best. After I got back to my home in the suburbs, I decided to paint my fence to match my house. Except, I would make white with orange polka dots. My neighbors got up in arms. I felt compelled to tear down my fence and move it back a foot. Suddenly I realized, my yard was smaller. Who would have thought it. I obviously wouldn’t of, or I wouldn’t have done it. My neighbors obviously did, for they made me do it. I decided…my roof was rather colorless. In fact…what is the purpose for a roof? I sat and pondered this for quite some time…reflecting on the reflections…the vibrations…as trucks passed me on the freeway. And I realized, the freeway is not a good place to sit and reflect. One could easily be killed. No wonder my neighbors suggested it. It makes me miss Mr. Jones. (See above x?) He was a good neighbor.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Emotions…are so emotional. Why do we have emotions? I pause, and I wonder. Then I reflected. And I reflected some more. Then I felt compelled to become a hippie, and spread the loooooooove. So I grew my hair really long. This took only a few days, because I used hair tonic. That stuff works miracles. Then I bought some groovy clothes. And I went outside, ready to spread the love. But, mysteriously, everyone had disappeared for the day. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were hiding. Good thing I know better. They were all going to throw me a surprise birthday party. Everyone in town. I hope they know what I like. A big cake and lots of presents. I hope I get a motor scooter. On the day of my birthday, I walked in my house, expecting to be surprised. Fortunately, I wasn’t disappointed. My neighbor’s cat was dead, in my house. Fortunately that was not the only surprise that day. They did throw me a birthday party. Threw it in my window. Poor cake got glass in it. Maybe they don’t like me so much. Naw…I’m such a nice guy. I just love to spread the love.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Stay tuned for the next installation in this thrilling series...
LOL. :)

Weekly Randomness

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. I watched the Lord of the Rings last night: back to back to back. No I think you misunderstand me…I watched the trilogy back to back to back. That’s nine movies. My brain feels quite warped. I feel much better. After the recent loss of my dear mother, watching movies is the only meaning in life. Then I paused, and reflected. How Gollum could survive being so skinny. He must be more like a stupid fat hobbit. As I was thinking these thoughts, I suddenly looked down and saw my feet again. (The music swells in joyful harmony. ) And as the music swelled, so did the smell. And I decided I must wash my feet. But then I was pondering on the merits of cleaning one’s feet. After all, they will only get dirty again. I decided it was about time I went down town again. Ah the city. The hustle and bustle of the city. No, that is cliché. The bustle and the hustle. And then the bustle and the hustle of the quarterback, as the quarterback hustles toward the end zone. I believe I have gotten off the topic. Back to the city. I must get back…to the future. The past is such a drag. So is the present. When is my birthday?
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Bleh...

Alright, so I'm going through one of my template-dissatisfaction phases again. I just realized today how much I really don't like my current template, but I was sick of my old one, which I'd had about a month. *Gasp!* So, anyway. I'll probably go through three or four other layouts this week before I find one that will last for. about. a month. :-)

And I realized I've been really bad about posting on Fridays and Saturdays lately, so our Weekly Reflections have been a bit spread out. Not to worry, however, I still have every intention of posting them every week. Just maybe not on one particular day.

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today I went to the super
market. They had an aisle for fruits, an aisle for vegetables, an aisle for
meats, and an aisle for DVDs. I would have to say the latter is my favorite. I
bought an interesting movie today. It was called Mr. Smith. It was actually
quite dull. As I was sitting at my dinner table, wondering where the food
would come from, I recalled a special person. Not unlike that native on the
beach. This special person’s name was Mrs. Smith…God rest
her soul. I remember when she used to have a meal for me when I came home. She
would do my laundry, generally pick up around the house. How I miss her. I
loved you Mum. My mother was very good at putting the food on the table for me.
She worked very hard every day…driving to Chick-Fil-A to buy some food. I ought
to go to Chick-Fil-A. Nuggets eaten. Waffle potato fries thrown on the floor.
Ah, the days when I was young. I remember them like yesterday. In fact, it was
yesterday. I must get ready for the funeral now. I hope I remember where it is.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image
disappeared.

Ta ta for now...

I feel ashamed...

...I forgot to post Mr. Smith on Saturday! To make up for that...and the fact that I didn't post one last week either...I'm going to post a couple entries today. Sorry people. :)

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. There I was in Fiji, looking for that girl, I met on the beach, so many years ago. I must have only been about five years old. I waddled out across the sand, and I saw the ocean for the first time. And I saw her. The ocean paled in comparison. Her beauty was beyond description. It was so indescribable, I couldn’t describe it. By the way…what does indescribable mean? I pondered this, as I sat on the beach. Staring at the ocean. In Fiji. So far from home. Home…the thought of home made me pause and reflect. If home is where the heart is, my home is on the beach. Here in Fiji, with that girl. Alas, I fear she is no more. For I have looked upon this beach for too long. I have searched in vain. I must again make my home, away from my heart. (The music swells. I suddenly feel like an old romantic.) I hop on a plane and head home. The plane ride was long. Very long. Very, very long. So long I fell asleep. And then it felt very short. How strange.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith: A reflection on life. Life. Okay, let’s move on to something else. I am feeling very philos…philosifi…philosofu…philosophical! Yes! I decided to go for a walk. But it was more like a ride. I was testing my new roller skates. They don’t work very well if a wheel falls off. Fact. The skin from my knees is on the sidewalk still. I must get some makeup to cover it up. I decided to go ask one of my friends for some makeup. This time I asked one of my male friends. He said to wear long pants. I said, the sidewalk can’t wear long pants. He’s not my friend anymore. I pondered this all afternoon. All evening. All night. All the net morning. All the next afternoon. All of the next night. I decided, it wasn’t worth all the pondering. I pondered pondering. Pondering itself is rather strange. But then I thought to myself, where would the world be without bellybuttons? But then I was compelled to realize, I am an idiot.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Again, no picture this time. Old Un-Faithful has decided not to let me access any of my picture files. Errg. So, anyway, have a good week everyone. Over'n'out.

Life and Times of Mr. Smith, Issue #5

Before reading this: weird story to explain. :) Last year when Emily, Ben and I were on vacation together, we watched a really stupid movie on tv - The Even Stevens Movie. I think its a Disney channel show or something...who knows. Anyway, it was about this family on a tropical island, and the girl falls in love with one of the island "natives"...a native that happens to have fake blond hair. ??? lol! It was so random and weird and for some reason it cracked us up. That is where this week's Mr. Smith was originated. That, and the Truman Show. (Can you tell we watch too many weird movies? lol.) So anyway...enjoy the randomness...

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. I was looking through my photo album today. I saw a picture I had not seen in years. It was tucked away behind another. It was of a girl I had once known. At least I assumed I knew her. If I didn’t, I wish I did. I recalled something as if it were a dream. I remembered a girl standing on a beach. She was a native…with blond hair. Maybe she wasn’t a native. There is only one way to find out. I must travel back to Fiji. Because its as far away as you can get before you start turning back. The plane ride was long. Very long. Very, very long. So long I fell asleep. And then it felt very short. How strange. Then I reflected on life. Sleep…sleep is good for you. I wondered why I had not seen it before. Without sleep I would be awake. We landed in Fiji. If you could call it landing. More like we crashed. I was searching for my luggage amongst the wreckage. When I realized, I hadn’t brought any luggage. It made me pause and reflect on how luggage is good for you. Without luggage you are but a bum. I guess I am a bum. I walked down the beach, searching for that native. But then something occurred to me. It had been thirty years.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Stay tuned for next week's exciting issue of Reflections From the Life and Times of Mr. Smith!!

A New Post

This blog has been boring lately. It is def. time for a nothing post.
Sooo...to begin with, we had our girls' lock-in on Tuesday. We pretty much had an amazing time. I wish I had taken more pictures, but I was too busy being slaphappy. :( So for pictures, check out Viv's blog. Our time was pretty uneventful...unless you count the fire alarm going off, the bounce-house deflating with us inside, and the fact that we had to use an origami-paper-plate as a spatula for the pancakes. Yup. Uh-huh.
So far, this isn't really a nothing post. Because I'm writing about something. In fact, I'm always writing about something, because even if I'm writing about nothing its something. Hmm. Even nothing is something. I am feeling very philosophical today. :)
Oh yeah! I almost forgot...today is a Mr. Smith day. :D I'm sure his philosophical reflections shall be a great asset to this nothingness. (Though, alas, I do not have a picture to post with it today. The reason has to do with my poor, sad computor.)

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. Star date 5267. Captain’s log, Captain Smith recording. Today I was watching my favorite series on TV, Star Trek. Suddenly I felt compelled to be beamed up. I whipped out my communicator (my wallet) and spoke to it: Beam me up, Scotty. A strange thing happened. Nothing. Except for, all my money fell out. My dog chewed up my money. I decided to go see how my neighbor’s cat was doing. And suddenly I realized, I’d forgotten to let it back in. (Refer to above above entry.) I, Mr. Smith, felt compelled to see the world. To travel to strange places, and seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no bum has gone before. Then suddenly I realized, there are bums everywhere. I decided to just stick with going places where I have never gone before. Ah, life. Doesn’t it make you reflect? Life is so simple.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

Wow. I was just realizing how much "Mr. Smith" and "Nothing Posts" resemble one another. Both are extremely random. Benjamin, dear, as much as this might frighten you, I think our minds are very much alike. And don't worry...I'm sure this scares me as much as it scares you.
*ahem*...moving on...
So! Last night we went to the H's. We girls watched the movie Emma. I know many males judge this movie and immediatly put it in the "M" catagory. (You know: mushy, matchmaker, melodrama.) But the problem is, they do this without watching it. Emma is a unique heroine. Why, you ask? Because she isn't perfect! Like normal people, she has her faults, and this in turn makes her story endearing because we can relate. And its not one of those annoying story lines where its like "girl sees guy. Girl can't stop thinking about guy even though she's only set eyes on him once." Or, another favorite: "Girl likes guy, but for-some-weird-reason she acts like she hates him and this is the entire story." Even though I bemoan the fact that Mr. Knightley is sixteen years older than Emma, they have a very sweet, straightforward relationship before they fall in love.
As for guys in movies...I have a very hard time with them. Meaning, I am extremely critical. For example: Mr. Elton has big teeth, Frank Churchill has bad hair, Mr. Knightley is too short, John Thornton's nose is too long, Colonel Brandon is too old, Edward Ferris is too plain, and Mr. Darcy (in the 1995 BBC version) is just plain greasy. (And furthermore, I know, that when Jane Austin wrote Pride and Prejudice, she did not mean Mr. Darcy to have curly hair.) I guess the Mr. Darcy in the newest version is pretty much perfect, except that his sideburns are a little too big.
Maybe I'll never marry.
Oh dear. This is getting to be a very long nothing post. I'd better go now...
~ Elisabeth

Weekly Reflections

From the life and times of Mr. Smith. Earlier this morning, I went to a ball game. Ping pong. Never did like the sport. Too hard to watch. I got very mad when one of the ping pong balls hit my forehead. I felt compelled to get makeup to hide the awful scar. I didn’t know ping pong balls had razor blades in them. Did I mention my worst enemy was playing the game? As I went down town, I began to wonder, where does one buy makeup? I felt compelled to ask one of my friends…one of my female friends. She slammed the door in my face. I don’t know why. I told her she looked very beautiful when she had on her makeup. So I continued downtown. Passed by the police station. I felt it was wise not to linger there. (Refer to last entry.) The hardware store sounded like a good place to look. It wasn’t. Next I tried the ice cream parlor. Their ice cream was quite good. I felt compelled to have a second serving. Then a third. Then before I knew it, it was closing time. I looked down, and wondered, where did my feet go without me? And where did I get this bubba? I headed home, my forehead with an awful scar. My belly was rather large, but I felt very good. I slept well that night.

Thus ends this week's reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

In Case You're Wondering...

Let me explain about that last post. Emily, Ben and I were sitting around my computor last night and for no particular reason, Ben started to rattle of this random "story" so to speak, and I began to type it. We decided to call this series of stories "The Life and Times of Mr. Smith." We were so tickled by this we deicided to post them every week, like an article, on this blog. They actually remind me greatly of nothing posts.
So! Without further ado, please enjoy the first issue of...


The Life and Times of Mr. Smith

From the life and times of Mr. Smith. Yesterday I was walking down the street when I saw a dog. It made me pause and reflect on life. And the music was building in my ears and I felt compelled to sit and write a symphony. Someday I feel I will be known for this. Today I was walking down the other side of the street and I realized my house was very beautiful. It made me pause and reflect on life. Suddenly I had the impulse and I was compelled to go and hire a painter to paint my house orange. The painters have finished now. The next day, all my neighbors came out and complained about my orange house. They decided it was not in good taste and I should do something about it. So I went and got a can of white paint and gave it spots. Later I walked down the center of the street. I realized there actually is a lot of space between the cars and that little yellow line, fortunately. My toes are quite flat. Today I took a bus down town. It was quite fun seeing the sights. But then I noticed, there weren’t many sights to see.
Thus ends this weeks’ reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.

From the life and times of Mr. Smith. Today, randomness at its fullest. I was sitting down at my TV and I realized, there is nothing on TV. The music builds. I felt compelled to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. After I made the said sandwich, I commenced to eating it. I realized, peanut butter and jelly don’t taste very well together. So I added jalapeno peppers. Then I realized I don’t like jalapeno peppers. I felt compelled to spit it out. And so I did. I decided to go visit my neighbor, Mr. Jones. I hopped over his fence and went up to his patio, then took a bullet right through my hat, because he thought I was a burglar. I can assure you, I quickly set him straight. The police showed up later that afternoon. They asked a lot of questions. I didn’t give them any answers. They took me down town. I didn’t want to go. And then I realized what I had done was wrong. I felt I should make restitution. I felt compelled to break out of my cell. I did so with ease. After all, I am Mr. Smith. I went over to Mr. Jones house and made restitution. I let his cat out.
Thus ends this weeks’ reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.