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Have you ever seen the episode of the Simpsons where a stockbroker he understands the risks of the stock market, but he's really having fanasties of a Broadway review with King Kong? That's how I feel after getting OSAP.

Goverment official: Miss Shelkey, you do understand the process of student loans, right?
Me: You heard the monkey. Make out the check.

I've getting over $6000 in government loans and another $3000 in goverment scholarship. Because the government is slightly stupid, I get only $4000 in the fall and the rest at the start of next semester. However, the college and res want all their money by the end of this semester. Logic... hurting... brain... ::dies::

My baby cousin was playing with my cat today. That was so cute. Snowball would meow and Jackson would meow back and try to get her to play. Sadly, Snowy is 17 years old and is beyond playing with anything but catnip. My dog played with Jackson instead.

One of us, one of us.

Today was the branch picnic. Usually I don't really care for church picnics and the fact that Lisa decided not to come at the last minute didn't help matters. Laura did cheer me up a little. The name tags were unmarked/printed drugstore labels, although one label had the "IDA Drugstore" banner printed at the top. Laura made second name tag for me with that label. My first name tag had my name, "Hello I'm with stupid" and "Ask me how!" on it and my second tag read "Trainee". Laura rocks.

So... I was prepared with being bored most of the afternoon until I get approached to do the stupidist thing suggested to me in a long time.

Kevin, our resident Aussie, called Eldeon (outta work radio DJ) and me (media nutcase) over, showed us this huge rope he brought and asked if we wanted to help set up a game for the picnic. A long lenght of rope at a picnic makes you think "tug-of-war", right? Oh no, that wasn't what he had in mind.

Back in Australia, Kevin had played a game where you tie one end of rope to a tree branch and get a person to hold onto the rope roughly around where the rope reaches the bottom of the tree. A group of people grabs the other end of the rope and runs away from the tree. This causes the person holding on the rope to rise up into the air, sometimes to the height of the branch the rope is attached to.

This is one of those things that you really need to see to understand.

So, Kevin and I decided to attach the rope to a branch that was probably around 20 feet up (Kevin did the actual attaching, since he had to get up onto a 15 foot high branch before he could secure the rope) and the group of us, mostly guys plus me, started trying it out on some of the older teens and adults. This went fine until the kids saw what was going on and wanted to join in. They seemed to enjoy the "ride" although not all the parents approved.

Ah, to see the blanched faces of the parents as their kids got swung skyhigh. The kids, being much higher than the adults, rose up higher and faster and it had a much better effect when you watched from the sidelines. A few of parents chewed out their kids for hanging out with the insane adults. No role model am I, although I did get to lead a team for a game contest earier in the day. Only female team captian too.

My arms are now very sore from pulling up people and I have minor sunburns and ropeburns. It was worth it, though.

A lame poem

There once was a girl named Rachelle,
Who owned a dog named Ted.
Ted was a companion, fair and true,
But his ancestry went to his owner’s head.

Where Ted’s family came from was never known,
Although he himself from Nova Scotia came,
When Nanny T found him frolicking in fields,
Without a hint of an owner or name.

So with Google inhand, the owner set out,
Praying that finally the answer would be found,
So that she could stop pondering what to call Ted
With her brain remaining somewhat sound.

Ted’s body looks like a Pomeranian’s,
Complete with the personality to match!
But his ears are too big and head too round
Making this solution little more than a patch.

The ears are like a Papillon’s,
Reaching upward into the air,
Except for that odd floppy one,
But at this point she could hardly care.

There seems to be a touch of Chihuahua,
And the facial marks of a Keeshond too.
At this point Rachelle gave up:
"Ted is a Teddog and I have better things to do!"