Rest your case, George Lopez. Nick Jr. finally stopped making fun of the big-headed Mexicans! You know, I think this one's head is actually bigger than Dora's. It's certainly bigger than her body! Guess what? You can apparently buy the season one DVD, called Super Special Days. Pardon my excitement! The only un-gay thing about this show is that it teaches preschoolers some bits of Mandarin Chinese, which is harder than Spanish for the most parts. Um, I'm sorry, but that's just too funny not to share if you haven't heard of it!
This is something that is starting to get on my nerves. Organic stuff. First off, my mom is a food scientist. This helps me out some to put this clear through my head. She told me that in past days, farmers used to spray whoknowswhatgunk on their crops and no one protested. People don't really do that anymore - why is organic so popular now? My mom's work has found that there is really no nutritional difference between organic apples and apples trucked in from Washington. So why are people paying more money for these harvests? Because they apparently believe it is better for you - I never really understood the whole thing. Growth hormones I do feel iffy about because I feel that it's asking too much of the cow, but organic farms that use no antibiotics and stuff like that (again, the milk is the same as normal, non-organic brands), sourced from a vet, lose a third of their cows in the winter. See, if one of your cows get some kind of staff infection and you don't use antibiotics, it will probably die. And the disease will probably be contagious. Even if they recover, their milk will probably not be good. So you have a) dead animals that are harder than crap to dispose of and b) useless milk that is being wasted. What is the point? Kindly explain. I personally don't care about organic stuff. I loved reading the Sunflower Market newsletter, but did they stay in buisness for over a year? Noooo..... the whole organic market went bankrupt and hence kaput. So save yourself some money. Organic stuff is no better than the normal stuff, period.
Yes, I picked something totally random for a first topic. But it is kind of a nice subject to pick up on. What we're talking about today are pals. Ok, random sidetrack - I just can't get over the word pal. What is it deprived from, principal? Who uses that word, anyway? Anywhoo, back on track. I have one epal and one penpal myself.
I met my epal around last December. Apparently I had created an account on penpalsnow.net and entered a little info into a profile. She thought I sounded like an interesting person (huh, that's how my friends describe me, but not in that way ^_^) and emailed me. My penpal is my friend who moved to Arizona two years ago. Now, for comparison.
My epal lives in Rotorua, North Island, New Zealand. She rides horses, like me. The seasons are totally opposite there. While I am griping about the terrible 90+ degree humid summer weather, she is complaining how winter rain is trapping her inside for days on end. My epal has sent me pictures of her pet rat Hoody and her favorite horse Choci (R.I.P. as of 5/13), and another horse, Rosey. I sent her pictures of Topaz, cool american stuff, and Corky. They call stuff in NZ different stuff than we do. There is apparently a very overpriced store there, called Cabella's, when I'm pretty sure it's a video game or something?
My penpal hasn't written me in a very long time. We always send each other stuff, like pictures. Lately we've been conversing via youtube messaging system. We've only exchanged about 6 letters in a span of a year, and nothing has been particularly interesting except hearing about his Bichon, Maggie. My penpal lives near Phoenix, Arizona in a really cool house with a pool!
Yes, I realize that having an internet friend is dangerous. A lot of things are dangerous. Heck, a guy who survived three motorcycle accidents met his death when he slipped on a banana peel. How lame - but it just goes to show you that freak stuff, however low the chances or odds, can happen. My sister's friend was on a family vacation when somehow lightning struck near their car, and her dad touched something metal and had to go to the hospital. He's now on heart meds and their only source of income. Yes, I know, freak. But my friend and e-friend can't meet me, not a chance at all.
So, in my opinion, e-pals are better if they write you often and are interesting and nice. If they're not, penpals are the better option because they can send you pictures, gifts, and real stuff but it's not a good idea to meet them online and then send stuff. A long gone friend/faraway relative or cousin is a better idea.
Nickers, this is Kaye. The blogger who's new on the scene. Frankly, I got a lot of my inspiration from Fugs, who blogs over at FHOTD about total morons who have unfortunately have access to a fugly pair of opposite gendered equines. And feel the need to breed them, despite the overwhelming amount of fugliness involved. Anywhoo, this blog was formerly known as horsecrazy88's lifeblog, and who's interested in that? Uhhh.... anyway, I have pretty strong opinions about things. You've been forewarned. So, if I insult you...... big smoldering snozzberry. Haha, did I mention I speak weird? I've got my own little sayings.
In my world, me, my friends, all stuff important to me, the internet, horses, okapi, FHOTD, and Corky matter. You don't, okay? I don't care how mean, cruel, snarky, stupid, ignorant, childish, or immature you think I am. My world is a bubble. In that bubble is a refridgerator box in which I live. It is cooler than your box. In that box is me, my room, my family, my pets, my computer, and my stuff. Nothing can harm me in my box, mkay? That means you are outside the little bubble. Mess with me and I mess back.
Sorry for the mean little draaaama moment back there. I'm really not like that. I'm usually as nice as can be, but if you poke the penguin too many times, out comes the gun. A lot of people like me. I've got great friends, online and in real life. But I've got some pretty nasty enemies in both places, too. I'd rather you be in the first category. What about you?
I pretty much give you my frank opinion, and you contribute yours. I comment on the best ones and I feature them occasionally. I can feature the worst, too. Um, no, you can't have my email address. You can make comments, though, and I will try my best to notice anything important you need to say. Unless it's stupid. Can I delete comments? I'm not sure yet. This is my first post, cut me some slack! xD
I have to leave tommorrow, unfortunately. This is such a stupid time to start up my blog. Gah. Oh well. It takes time to catch on, right? :D So, comment a little. Give me something to opinionate on! I will do at least one post tommorrow, and you can look at that (or those) tommorrow, right? Yay. Kaye has spoken.