Wednesday, March 31, 2010
A side story
I'm taking a little time out of my storyteller's series to present my readers (however nonexistent they may be) with this amazing link to an incredibly talented artist's blog. http://theextraordinarypencil.blogspot.com/
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Story Tellers Continued...
"Ok let's tell stupid stories. Or your most embarassing moments or something." Tim said, now that the sasquach stories were done the conversation was beginning to die down and people were looking bored again.
"I don't know," Andrea giggled, "Mine might not be good for this company." She looked pointedly at the boys in the group. Most of the girls, including me, laughed and agreed.
I laughed looked at Kaylen and asked, "What about that one that happened when we were at the cabin?"
She groaned and said, "Oh, that one. Ok tell it."
"Well," I began, "One summer when we were like 12 Kaylen and I went up to my Aunt's ex-husband's cabin with her and some of her friends for the weekend. Mark, Aunt Rachel's ex, had a passion for energy drinks, sodas, and pretty much anything like that. He used to keep a refridgerator stocked with Thomas Kempers and Jone's Soda there whenever the neices and nefiews came over. So we would go down there all the time to grab some after hikeing or whatever we had done that day. Now you'v got to understand that there had never been anything in that fridge but soda ever before. So we thought nothing of it when we wen't down there one night and found clear bottles full of colorful liquid in them. We thought it was Jone's or something like it. So I picked Watermelon flavor and Kaylen got Green Apple. It was super yummy and we wen't back upstairs without a care in the world. We ploped down at the kitchen counter to say Hi to my Aunt. Her eyes bugged out and she gasped, "You guys know that those are alcoholic right?!" Talk about embarassing us in front of EVERYONE. We slunk away to our rooms for the rest of the night."
"Funny," Austin said,"But it would have been better if you had gotten drunk." Everyone cracked up.
"You're right, Austin," I agreed, "that would have made a better story."
"I don't know," Andrea giggled, "Mine might not be good for this company." She looked pointedly at the boys in the group. Most of the girls, including me, laughed and agreed.
I laughed looked at Kaylen and asked, "What about that one that happened when we were at the cabin?"
She groaned and said, "Oh, that one. Ok tell it."
"Well," I began, "One summer when we were like 12 Kaylen and I went up to my Aunt's ex-husband's cabin with her and some of her friends for the weekend. Mark, Aunt Rachel's ex, had a passion for energy drinks, sodas, and pretty much anything like that. He used to keep a refridgerator stocked with Thomas Kempers and Jone's Soda there whenever the neices and nefiews came over. So we would go down there all the time to grab some after hikeing or whatever we had done that day. Now you'v got to understand that there had never been anything in that fridge but soda ever before. So we thought nothing of it when we wen't down there one night and found clear bottles full of colorful liquid in them. We thought it was Jone's or something like it. So I picked Watermelon flavor and Kaylen got Green Apple. It was super yummy and we wen't back upstairs without a care in the world. We ploped down at the kitchen counter to say Hi to my Aunt. Her eyes bugged out and she gasped, "You guys know that those are alcoholic right?!" Talk about embarassing us in front of EVERYONE. We slunk away to our rooms for the rest of the night."
"Funny," Austin said,"But it would have been better if you had gotten drunk." Everyone cracked up.
"You're right, Austin," I agreed, "that would have made a better story."
Monday, March 22, 2010
Story Tellers
Youth Group last night was amasing. Nothing was planned, we were just hanging out around the campfire out back of Tim's house. Jason and Sharadon had come. And Jen and Jacob. Kaylen, Andrea, Kaylee, and I were there too. Josh (as usual) was the first to arive. And Conrad and Austin were doing their best to cause trouble. After most of us had arived Tim, our youth minister but mostly our friend, asked us what we wanted to do.
"Let's play hide-and-go-seek in the dark!" Jason sugested eagerly, "We haven't done that in forever."
"That would be great, Jason," Josh answered, "but it isn't dark out."
"It will be in a while."
"Great what are we gonna do until then?"
"I don't know." Sinse no one had any ground-shaking ideas we just milled around for a while, talking and laughing
"Finally Tim asked again, "Do you guys want to play wink'um or something? We could put up the volly-ball net and get a game going." There were agreeing murmurs, but nothing concrete. After a while Tim had a new idea.
"Let's tell stories. Anyone got a good story?"
Kaylee spoke up, "We could tell Sasquach stories!"
"You want me to tell Sasquach stories, Kaylee? Well ok I'v got a good one." Tim began,"I read this once on a website. There were these two hunters who were out in the Olympics over night. That night they hung their backpacks in a tree to keep the animals away and bunked down on the ground in their mummy bags for the night. It was about midnight when one of the hunters woke up because he smelled something really bad. When he looked out he saw three or four huge figures in the campsite. They picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carried him three or four miles. Then they dropped him and left."
"Couldn't he have been making it up?" I asked.
"No way," Tim said, "I know people who have had experiences with this thing!" The group proceded to tell a whole batch of various Sasquach stories some convincing, some not so convincing.
When they were all done I said, "I still don't know. It's so unbelivable, like the Lock Ness Monster or something."
"Hey the Loch Ness Monster is more possible than Sasquach." Conrad sarcastically reminded me.
"Whatever."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Let's play hide-and-go-seek in the dark!" Jason sugested eagerly, "We haven't done that in forever."
"That would be great, Jason," Josh answered, "but it isn't dark out."
"It will be in a while."
"Great what are we gonna do until then?"
"I don't know." Sinse no one had any ground-shaking ideas we just milled around for a while, talking and laughing
"Finally Tim asked again, "Do you guys want to play wink'um or something? We could put up the volly-ball net and get a game going." There were agreeing murmurs, but nothing concrete. After a while Tim had a new idea.
"Let's tell stories. Anyone got a good story?"
Kaylee spoke up, "We could tell Sasquach stories!"
"You want me to tell Sasquach stories, Kaylee? Well ok I'v got a good one." Tim began,"I read this once on a website. There were these two hunters who were out in the Olympics over night. That night they hung their backpacks in a tree to keep the animals away and bunked down on the ground in their mummy bags for the night. It was about midnight when one of the hunters woke up because he smelled something really bad. When he looked out he saw three or four huge figures in the campsite. They picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carried him three or four miles. Then they dropped him and left."
"Couldn't he have been making it up?" I asked.
"No way," Tim said, "I know people who have had experiences with this thing!" The group proceded to tell a whole batch of various Sasquach stories some convincing, some not so convincing.
When they were all done I said, "I still don't know. It's so unbelivable, like the Lock Ness Monster or something."
"Hey the Loch Ness Monster is more possible than Sasquach." Conrad sarcastically reminded me.
"Whatever."
TO BE CONTINUED
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