it's not a ditch, just a rut in the road - by Abby

guys are wierd. they're either like a slobbering, growling pittbull, or a caged puppy who just wet his newspaper. either way they wear a mask of complete cool and total control of the situation. if you have nothing to say, they claim to have made you speechless. if you just grabbed the words right out of their throats, they claim they never meant to say anything anyway.... and if you tell them to back off and quit flirting with you, they play dumb. they're good at that. if they're riding high they try to get your sympathy. if you ditch them, they pretend they're riding high. king of the hill. hah! more like the little ant struggling to dig a tunnel under the hill, hoping you don't step on it. sorry buddy boy, it's not a ditch..... just a little rut in the road. you'll get over it.

Becky is Odd as well - By Joy

Although our friend Becky here thinks that she has escaped from the weirdness radar, no such luck!

I shall confirm a few things that she has said: Grace is the responsible head on all of our shoulders...keeping us from doing ridiculous things and chiding us when we do.

Second, I have come to terms with my monkey muzzle so it is no longer an issue. I find it sexy.

And lastly, Louie was skinny and Justin didn't dip.

HAH.

But anyways, Rick, I will miss you sooo much, and I love you more than words can say. Stay safe, please?

the Evil Wizard in silk wraps- by Abby Peisch

I'd like to give a shout-out to all the girls in America who are sadly deceived into thinking they look hott in orange... you know, those girls who strut around in the grocery store in their clingy sweatpants, their hair up in a mad-mommy pony-tail, and their fake orange tans? Do they never look in a mirror or something? Wake up girls, you look like you're slathered in red mud! My prejudice against tanning salons is slowly ebbing away, but not against the people who spend the majority of their lives cooped up inside them. It makes me sick.

And the other half of their lives are spent in nail salons getting their acryllic claws buffed and filled and cleaned. Hands are made for working. Yea you can paint your nails now and then, and please keep them clean (for my sake if nobody else's), but for heaven's sake let the Evil Wizard have the claws. Maintaining nails that prevent the hands from doing anything useful, like washing dishes, putting on makeup, or typing an angry blog, is the equivalent wearing a huge sign around your neck stating "I HAVE NEVER WORKED A DAY IN MY LIFE. I AM A BRAT." I know those girls are out there. That's right, I'm talking to you. Please take this to heart, but do not take offense. If I am ever found alive in a nail salon getting acryllics I will personally copy this blog onto a piece of paper and eat it.

Joy is Weirder - by Becky

not that i am taking anyone's side here, but being the objective older cousin of these two, i would like to clarify a couple of things. while grace is moody and cynical most of the time, she is also very fun and spontaneous. after a few drinks that is. she may beg to differ, but it is true. and there is nothing wrong grace, with being the responsible one. that doesn't mean you don't kick back and have a good time. it just means you have a good head on your shoulders and know how to use it. and you have really nice lips (with no monkey muzzle, an added plus!) and a classically beautiful face. i've always thought so....i admit that sometimes i wonder if you'll be okay...i mean, you don't find any males attractive. ANY! if james franco walked by you might give him a, "well, he's not hideous...." and when we watched the movie "Step Up" at lisa's, we were going nuts over channing tatum's jaw muscle and you mocked us and said that he had pig eyes. hmmm....its slightly surprising being that the only guys you come in contact with on a daily basis (other than family) are your stingy, over weight co-worker louie, and greene highschool boys who are on their way to getting mouth cancer from all the dipping they do. well i guess that just means you have more self respect than most of us, so i'll give you a pat on the back for that. and i might add that you are my shoulder to cry during our LSWBB (little sisters with bigger boobs) support group meetings.
now joy on the other hand, is super rediculous and often does crazy and embarrasing things in public. but she is pretty and has a nearly perfect body so she can get away with it. our aunt allie recently took all four of us neices, Becky, Grace, Abby, and Joy, out to dinner. afterwards we went to a starbucks to hang out and have a cup of coffee. some time during the evening joy decided that she would like to conduct a social experiment on how the public treats caucasian unwed mothers. she went into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later as a 6-month pregnant teenage girl. she'd shoved a sweater under her shirt, perfectly molding it to look like belly. people stared. they did a double take....whats worse, she continually stroked it in public, making loud comments like, "oh man i need a ciggerette", or "dude i really shouldn't drink so much." the two guys sitting next to us looked extremely confused. later that night, she got out of the car and had a "contraction" leaning against a garage door in hasbruck heights. the two black kids stealing a bycicle across the street actually stopped what they were doing and stared. interesting interesting.......all that said, i will miss you both sooo much. you will always be my best friends and i love you Geetz and Joyus.

Grace is a weirdo

I have decided to dedicate this post to how odd my sister Grace is. You know my heart is behind this, because I rarely post on this website. But some issues must be addressed before they get out of hand or ridiculous. Which I believe she already has.

It all started when I passed her in Saxon Math and she got pissed. She then sank into deppresion and yelled at me a lot. It hurt.

I still cry sometimes.

Thank you ok.

Management.

A Tick, a Boy, a Family - another one of Bert Pishle's finest

Many say of dogs and men
A man’s best friend’s of canine blend
But what of boys, the little men?
I’ll tell you what, when I was ten

She jumped upon my head one day
A mother tick an egg did lay
And I knew not that I did please
A baby tick with lymes disease

And little champ did suckle there
Upon my blood we both did share
In weeks that past he swelled in size
A coffee bean, to my demise

For many days I knew yet not
Why hair fell out and flesh did rot
Until I felt the tell tale bump
My little friend, a blood-filled lump

At first my shock and nausea soared
And from the bite green puss did pour
But I was not disheartened yet
Two lonely souls had finally met

You may think I’d pluck him from
The head that he’d been feeding on
But the little champ would not be free
So I let him stay, a part of me

Oh I will boast in nothing less
Than my little tick’s own happiness
For I knew that we were meant to be
A Tick, a Boy, a Family

Now I shall lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If lymes disease should me destroy
I gave a tick a life of joy

Beware myspacers and IMers - Bert Pishle

STRANGER DANGER! i deleted the guido post due to it's innapropriate language content....here is something slightly more usefull: