Showing posts with label Emily. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emily. Show all posts

Sunday, November 7, 2004

Too much fun!

Perhaps I owe her an apology, but really, it is rather fitting. Now whenever someone says something stupid my mommy calls it "pulling an Emily."
Example: Daddy says he has to open the potato chips to eat some because he's drinking Asti. Wendy says, "why? does Asti make you thirsty?"
So Daddy asked if English is a second language for her....Mom said common sense is - hee hee. I love you Emily!!!!!

Katrina's birthday party was great fun it seemed - I stayed away for most of it, but we did all TIME WARP! Way good fun.

And last night was a party of Matts - and girls and Bob - poor Bob - lol

Guess that's all for now - leave me messages, I like them :)

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Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Emily

I fear Emily is right, I won't be able to share the best stories.... if they were mine, I'd do it - but alas, my life is not that exciting.

We must settle for a slightly amusing Emily Story.
Sitting at lunch, Emily and I were involved in our general conversations. Probably of the kind few else would understand, about Job and milkshakes and numbers less than 5 and that sort of silliness. Suddenly Emily made one of those faces only she can do, where her nose squishes up a little, her eyes get real wide and her upper lip quivers as her jaw drops open, 'I don't know where I parked' she suddenly exclaimed out of nowhere. 'Do you know what lot it's in?' 'No! I have no idea where I put it.' .... I don't know where her car was that day, or how long it took her to find it...I can only assume she eventually did as she returned home later that evening and I doubt it was by foot.

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Confused

Friday, December 12, 2003

A New Category

I have decided we are in need of a new category, Emily Stories Hee hee

We'll start nice and light, most of these, I'm sure will be excerpts of conversations.

Me: The blue truck is still here, that's odd.
Emily: Yeah, I know, I saw it when I was living.


Now, one would think perhaps she meant leaving, they sound kinda the same - but noooo....

Me: are you dead?
Emily: Oops, I meant walking

(probably the worst part is that this conversation was on aim - where she had to type it, and thus, one would expect, think about it a little more!)

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Silly