I'm incredible.

Last night we went to Perkins for desert with Quinton. Some how after discussing Miranda wanting to name a fat piglet bacon and feed it bacon we got on the discussion of horses and how they are so majestic yet Miranda dislikes them.
Quinton: how can you not like horses, they are so majestic
Miranda: I just don't they make me sneeze.
Quinton: Have you seen their leg muscles, they are incredible.
Miranda: I'm incredible but I don't see animals stopping to look at me.
Quinton: Can you imagine just walking and then an elk just turns its head, looks at you and thinks .... WOW. Thats INCREDIBLE!

Get Out NOW!

A Poem:

There once was a cat, who explored all around, I came in the door and it came in too,

 I turned and spotted that darn cat, as Miranda and I screamed bloody murder, 

that darn cat ran through the house. After screaming and chasing, that cat went outside, 

 Miranda hissed at it and told it to get out now, it better not be exploring our house anymore.

Moral of the poem: we strongly dislike cats. 

"My Car Says Get Out of the Way"

This is Miranda's beast of a car. 

So Miranda bought a new car last week. Its so sick its ill. Unfortunately it is unnamed. But according to Miranda.. it just say get out of the way. On one of our mowing adventures a tiny squirrel whose name is Ricky as of now, crossed our path. Which caused Miranda to scream: OMG SQUIRREL. Ricky scadadelled out of the road... Miranda's unnamed car really does say get out of the way... or maybe Ricky was scared of her screaming like a middle school girl who just got a cell phone and still thinks it is cool to speak in text talk. 

Air-Soft Battle Extraordinaire.

July 8th 2011

After a long grueling day, we decided to let some stress out by playing an epic battle of air-soft. In our journey to the battlefield, we decided to power up at McDonald's (super healthy), with their delicious large drinks for a dolla. Our excitement for the battle was immense, so immense, that we wore our safety goggles through the drive thru.Our goggles being incredibly fashionable (pictures to come), did not fit on Miranda's head (go figure). As she was trying to suction cup them to her face, she snapped them in well half. Leaving us in a dilemma, in which we urgently texted our friends: WE NEED TAPE STAT! To sum things up, we got our goggles fix with scotch tape, engaged in a colossal battle, got eaten alive by bugs, and now addicted to air-soft. Night well spent... yeah you're jealous. 

July 7th 2011

" What can I say, I do quality work." ~ Miranda

" That looked like, and sounded like you just gave birth" ~ Miranda