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I use to walk my turtle out in the front yard everyday for an hour or so. I've always felt bad defining animals to one space and one space alone, so letting the little guy experience nature for sixty minutes a day seemed fair enough. He'd stretch his legs and make mad dashes to the nearest bush where he'd bury himself in the dirt and reside for the rest of the afternoon. Letting Raphael do his thing allowed me to do my own. I use to sit on the driveway listening to Immature and play M.A.S.H. Of course I always let myself end up with the very things I wanted: Torri Zaniol was so my husband and we lived in a quaint little house somewhere on top a mountain in Colorado. My wedding dress was always pink and I had this weird fetish with the name Nikki at the time so whether it be boy or girl, my child's name met my obsession. Except I spelt it Nicky, and never realized that if you end up with 69 kids, there was no way in hell they could all be named the same. So coming to the conclusion nine years later I realize that picking your child's name was inevitably pointless, but it spruced up the game just a bit. Hey, I was ten.
Nevertheless, somewhere in between picking five careers and TLC's 'Red Light Special' Raphael seemed to have run away. At this point you are all probably scratching your head asking, 'How does a turtle run away?' Well I'll be damned if I know. I cried for a whole five minutes, prayed to God he didn't get his by a car, and then went back inside for supper.
This story has no real value to it. In fact now that I think about it, it has none whatsoever. But I miss M.A.S.H., which brings me to the conclusion that I miss spelling bees.
When I was in fifth grade we had the option of picking our own spelling words. Words for the week would start with certain sounds like 'wh' and 'br', and it was up to the class to designate the rest of word. I remember 'photosynthesis' being one the words that everyone decided on, and how much I absolutely hated the classmate who decided to show off because their mom handed them a dictionary and allowed them to be an asshole. It's funny though, because photosynthesis is a word I've been able to spell since the age of twelve. I've never forgotten it, and I probably never will.
Anyway, to whoever the asshole was that picked the word, I guess an apology is in order along with a thank you. It’s one less word that Russ can make fun of me for misspelling.
This is to be continued. I'm tired.
Nevertheless, somewhere in between picking five careers and TLC's 'Red Light Special' Raphael seemed to have run away. At this point you are all probably scratching your head asking, 'How does a turtle run away?' Well I'll be damned if I know. I cried for a whole five minutes, prayed to God he didn't get his by a car, and then went back inside for supper.
This story has no real value to it. In fact now that I think about it, it has none whatsoever. But I miss M.A.S.H., which brings me to the conclusion that I miss spelling bees.
When I was in fifth grade we had the option of picking our own spelling words. Words for the week would start with certain sounds like 'wh' and 'br', and it was up to the class to designate the rest of word. I remember 'photosynthesis' being one the words that everyone decided on, and how much I absolutely hated the classmate who decided to show off because their mom handed them a dictionary and allowed them to be an asshole. It's funny though, because photosynthesis is a word I've been able to spell since the age of twelve. I've never forgotten it, and I probably never will.
Anyway, to whoever the asshole was that picked the word, I guess an apology is in order along with a thank you. It’s one less word that Russ can make fun of me for misspelling.
This is to be continued. I'm tired.