Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween! I hope you have a fun night. In preparation for this sweet holiday, I shall give you some advice from my younger self in the form of a poem :)

My First Pimple

O my!

Should I cry?

I got my first pimple

I didn't know it was so simple

Yesterday, I went trick o' treating

When I was eating

I got a lot of chocolate

That fit in my right pocket

I ate them all that day

Then I had to pay...

So have fun and beware of pimples ^_^

-Alison

Guns pt.2: The pew pew gun

Ok. So I noticed the last post I made makes my brother sound QUITE terrible. Actually, all the posts I write make him sound like a total douchebag, which is not ENTIRELY true. He is A LOT wiser now, being the old man that he is...

 
My new plan is for every terrible story I tell about him, my next blog will be a happier story. Then Mark will look more like a normal child and not a future serial killer that lures people in with his artistic shirts (<---- I PROMISE he doesn't do this... or else I would be dead or maybe I ALREADY AM! DUN Dun duuuuun... >:D )

Continuing with my theme on guns, there were fun times! The "You have 10 seconds..." didn't happen THAT often. The most fun came when my brother purchased THE PEW PEW gun. We called it the pew pew gun because it is probably the weakest BB gun you will ever find. Since it was so weak, we refused to give it the all power title of "Airsoft gun" and instead designated it the pew pew gun.  If anything, it was more startling than painful.

Since I was a strong girl, and could take the pain of a pew pew gun, we devised a daily game. We would find ways to steal the gun from each other. However, the point of the game was not to torment each other by annoyingly shooting someone until the cartridge was out. Instead, the goal was to shoot someone when they least expected it. There would be no point in shooting someone when they knew, because it wouldn't hurt and there is no creativity in that. The gun was known for its startling appeal and that is what we used it for.

Many times these covert operations occurred when my brother was on the computer in my parents room. I would finally get a hold of the gun from his room and tiptoe my way into my parents room. Then when I got closer, I would begin to crawl so I would remain out of his peripheral vision. Finally, after much waiting I would aim and

 *PEW PEW*

Mark would  jump

I would laugh *MUHAhahahaaaa*

Then an evil smile would come across his face and he would raise from his chair..  >:)

That was my cue to scream and run *AHHHHHHHHHHH*

The house was only so big, so running wouldn't last long. We would then both grab pillows. I would use it to defend and he would attack. His height advantage took away the fairness of most games we played -_____- After wearing me down, he would be able to pry the gun from my hands and the game would start all over. I would be on my toes all day just WAITING for the moment of revenge.


-Alison

Guns pt 1: You have 10 seconds...

Today I thought I would share another wonderful story about my childhood. Sorry, this is another Mark story. I promise there will be a Brent story...eventually... :)

When you are a child, pictures are normally captured through the eyes of your parents. So many photos tend to be facades of the actual relationships between siblings...

Oh sure, I look like I am having fun, but it is once the camera is put away and the parents leave that fear overcomes me. Leaving me alone would be safer than leaving me with Mark...

Mark, from a young age till his high school years, has had an obsession with guns.

As a child, he would build them out of Legos, then it developed into water guns, and in his
 teenage years they became Airsoft Guns...

At first, the worse it can get was Mark pretending. He would run around making *pew pew* sounds and kill imaginary bad guys all over the place. When his obsession of guns evolved to Airsoft, playtime became less fun and more dangerous. Shooting accurately could no longer be obtained by imagining it. Instead, he needed to find a moving target.

My parents would be out working and Brent would normally be with his friends (he is quite the social butterfly...which is probably why I have less stories about him). So Mark and I would innocently watch all the TV we could before our parents arrived home. However, the TV was not enough for Mark. He needed to adjust his scope so it would be accurate when he played with his friends.

All of a sudden, in the middle of a TV show Mark would say, "Alison, you have 10 seconds..."

I would be like "WHAT!?!"...

Then he would start counting down, "10....9...8...."

I would then run to the farthest corner of our backyard. He would then lie down at the the door of our house and slowly shoot. Then he would adjust his scope and shoot again...

Don't worry, he only hit me a couple of times and sometimes I would remember to grab pillows before running out...he just needed to test his accuracy...  -______-


-Alison

Introducing: Mr. Fuzzy

For the few that look forward to my blogs, I am so sorry for the delay! I have been busy on a new project.

Meet Mr. Fuzzy.

He is small, dark, and handsome
He is a great listener
He is travel size
His hobbies include being spontaneous and traveling

He really wants to see the world, but being small has its disadvantages. His legs can only take him so far! So we are going to help him. Sorry, if you start seeing him tagging along in your packages. He means no harm! He's just has a curious spirit.

 Help him along in his journey and share his adventures here.  :)


-Alison