armed.n.glamorous

new blog!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Sat, 07 Mar 2009 00:30:00 +0000

i made a new blog!
i won't update this one any more. i got so tired of the 6th grade-esque name. XD
you can still see all my other posts on my new blog, though. it just has a different URL and a different name!
(actually, i'm still trying to figure out a good name. any suggestions?)
so yeah, change the address on your google reader or whatever to jenniemarietanner.blogspot.com.
=D

i haven't blogged about the snow yet!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 02:11:00 +0000

so if you live in alabama (which you probably do since no one but my family reads this =p) you know it snowed last sunday.
IT SNOWED. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE 8 YEARS.
i took some pictures, but i haven't gotten around to uploading them until just now.
enjoy =)

(☝ mom took this one and this one ☟.)

(and this one. ☟)

post #75: in which i am singled out for further questioning

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 03:08:00 +0000

so at school today, during lunch, this guy who was a missionary to vietnam during the vietnam war came and spoke to the 7th grade classes. (the girls AND the boys class, mind you.) he was really interesting, and he asked us questions - like, "why do you think america became involved in the vietnam war?" stuff like that.
so i knew the answers to most of the first few questions, but i didn't answer because i was scoping out the situation - making sure the guy wasn't the type who always asks "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" when you answer a question; that makes everyone look at you and it's quite embarrassing.
so whenever anyone would answer a question he would just go, "yes, that's right" and nobody would stare at the kid who answered. i liked this guy. so for the next question -
"why do you think we failed in the vietnam war?"
- i raised my hand.
"because we just gave up at the very end and withdrew our troops, and south vietnam fell."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
every single man, woman and child turned around and stared at me.
"um... we gave up... at the very end. and south vietnam fell."
"...........yes, that's one answer."
he then proceeded to ask more questions, and whenever anyone else answered he didn't ask what they had said one. single. time.

cowering

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 19:11:00 +0000

the father and some of his employees are doing some work on the roof of the porch.
what exactly are they doing, you ask? i have no clue, but guess what the only way onto the roof of the porch is? by crawling out my bedroom window.
so for several hours now i've been banned from my room. i can only imagine what they're doing up there - traipsing around with their muddy boots, maybe knocking over a picture frame or two.
i've been hiding downstairs for the whole time because my morning face + a bad cold + extremely bad hair day = ugly jennie.
yes, i'm having an extremely bad hair day. in an attempt to make it more presentable, i washed my hair about an hour ago. in the downstairs shower of course, which happens to be the parents' shower.
so i was in the shower trying to soak my ridiculously thick hair, when i remembered that there's an unfortunately-placed window right next to the shower that looks into the porch. slowly, i turned my head...
looked out the window...
and saw...
a man standing on a skylight.
CAN THEY SEE ME?! LORD, DON'T LET THEM SEE ME!!!
so i crouched in the floor of the shower and considered my options.
my mom has about 451345645.8 bottles of shampoo. and conditioner. and color treatment. i tried to find some shampoo that didn't say "FOR COLORED HAIR" or "FOR SILVERS." i found one, but it was on a high shelf in the shower, right next to the window.
i raised myself slowly, like a periscope, grabbed the shampoo, and risked a glance out the window.
someone had thrown their jacket on the skylight. i should have known it was a jacket, but i was already so aghast at the possibility of several grown men seeing me in the shower that i immediately assumed it was someone crouching on the skylight, using a hammer or whatever.
with a slightly hysterical whimper, i crouched back down on the floor of the shower and shampooed my hair. it took a few minutes to find a suitable conditioner, but i did find one and i used it. i peeked out the window again.
ohhh! it's only a jacket on the skylight...
yes, i know, i'm very smart aren't i? but then i saw someone walk across the skylight.
CURSES!
so i found a random bar of blue soap (it had a small black object stuck to it. i'm pretty sure it was a little fly, but i didn't want to find out for sure). a few minutes later, i vaulted out of the shower, clean.
cho (who had been stalking me all morning and so had followed me into the bathroom) looked at me with utter disgust.

kinda like that.

new layout =D

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:27:00 +0000

hi cheezpeeps. =p i'm sorry for not blogging in like a gazillion years... if my blog isn't set to my homepage i'll never remember to update it.
...
and i haven't been feeling well lately.
...
she turned me into a newt!
...
i got better.
...
but yeah, i got a new layout for ze blog. lovely, yes? =3
...
yes, well, i have nothing to say, so i shall post a bunch of random pictures. *groans from reader(s)*

star gazing affectionately at my mother.

this one picture pretty much describes star's entire existence.

this is chang, my cousin/friend madie's pug. is this not the strangest-looking dog ever? i mean he's cute, but wow. XD and yes, that's my finger on the left side. =p

"DO YOU HAVE ANY CHEESE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

"...but i love you..."

AHH!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 02:47:00 +0000

i fail at keeping my blog updated... sorry for any withdrawals you may have experienced these last 13 days.
(i think it's 13. right? *counts on fingers* ...whatever.)
we will now return to your irregularly scheduled post.

today's one of those days when i have absolutely nothing to post. nothing much has happened lately, except for my granddad giving a speech at the library downtown, but mother dear already stole that idea. (read her post. like... now. =) )
so i'm completely out of blog fodder. but posting about having nothing to post is so unoriginal!
so with great reverence, i will now voyage to the wealth of knowledge, to the stupendous page of the one man who knows all that happens and links to it with great artistry...
TIM CHALLIES'S A LA CARTE!
okay. hmm. nothing much of interest for today's a la carte. what about the one for january 23rd?
"the year's weirdest headline"
oh?
*click*
"CLINICALLY DEPRESSED POODLE MAULS FORMER FRENCH PRESIDENT CHIRAC"
...how can dogs be depressed?
"former french president jacques chirac was rushed to a hospital after being mauled by his pet dog who is being treated for depression, in a dramatic incident that rattled the ex-president's wife."
...anti-depressants? hmm. that's irregular. poodles are the dog breed of evil.
there's even a picture on the fox news site of the horrid little rat...dog.

OH
MY
GOSH.
do you see that huge bikini-wearing woman in the background?!?!
DON'T LET YOUR SMALL CHILDREN SEE IT!!!
...i shall have cellulite-infested nightmares!

odd piano experience... IN PRESENT TENSE!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 03:38:00 +0000

i get home from stressful day at school and change out of my uncomfortable school clothes and into pajamas. i sit down on the couch and pass out. five minutes later, the absent-minded mother unit has a brilliant revelation:
"OH! YOUR PIANO LESSON!"
which is scheduled to be in about 10 minutes or so. i run upstairs, grab the nearest hoodie laying on the floor and realize it would take quite a while to pull it over my rather large head. i grab the next nearest hoodie, put it on, put on some jeans, brush my wild hair, run out the door, go back to get my music books, run out the door, put on some flipflops, and run to the bananamobile on freezing feet.
the mother unit drives me to my piano teacher's house. there's a van parked in her driveway. it's 5:05.
me: "oh. that's her student that she teaches before me. they're a little late getting out."
and then an older girl bounces happily out of her van and into the piano teacher's house.
WHAT? END OF WORLD? my piano lesson is supposed to be at 5!
in a stunned stupor, i gaze at the door. the mother unit is talking on the phone, but i can tell she's rather confused. eventually she drives off and wanders around trussville for 10 minutes.
me: "i would just go back."
mother unit: "should i go back?"
yes.
so we go back. and we wait in the car for 15 minutes for the other girl to get out.
then we get out of the bananamobile, and my piano teacher, the mother unit, and the other girl's mom talk and laugh and the whole cacophony sounds eerily similar to a bloodthirsty brood of hens. then somehow my piano teacher saves me and herds me inside and i have my piano lesson.
then i go home and pass out.

and i was like, whoa.

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:10:00 +0000

(you'll have to click on the pictures to see them in their entirety. for some reason blogger won't let me upload pictures, so i had to upload these on photobucket and they were really big. =p)
oh the fun of having a creek in your backyard. :)

the rain the other night made the creek really swollen. yesterday it was like, REALLY swollen. like. really. but i only have pictures from today. -_-

so yeah, i decided to walk through the woods in the other direction. why? i don't know; i'm weird. but then...

BEHOLD!
*cough*

that's better. BEHOLD!
this isn't my cat. it's cho's boyfriend. he's real pretty. :)
(well i think it's a he... he won't let me get too close so i can't really tell for sure. :| )
so anyway, i saw him, and i was like
WHOA.
and then grippey saw him and went berserk. so i ran back with grippey to the basement, locked him up, and ran back to cho's boyfriend, sweating, with grippey yelping madly to be let out.
and i took pictures.
many pictures.
like, an obsessive number of pictures.
too many to post.

the end :)

how to play hymns on your cell phone

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 20:09:00 +0000

you know how your phone beeps really annoying-ly when you're dialing a number? have you ever tried to play a song on it? no? yes you have. i know you have. i know things.
*cough*
anyway, i just now figured out how to play "a mighty fortress is our God" and "when i survey the wondrous cross" on my phone. 'cause i'm weird.
oh, and there's no sharps or flats on a cell phone. obvz. so i had to alter some notes a little bit.

a mighty fortress is our God

8 8 8 5 6 7 8 7 6 5
(a mighty fortress is our God,)

8 7 6 5 6 4 3 2 1
(a bulwark never failing;)

8 8 8 5 6 7 8 7 6 5
(our helper He, amid the flood)

8 7 6 5 6 4 3 2 1
(of mortal ills prevailing:)

1 5 6 5 5 5
(for still our ancient foe)

1 5 5 6 7 8
(doth seek to work us woe;)

7 8 7 6 6 5
(his craft and power are great,)

6 6 5 6 4 3
(and, armed with cruel hate,)

8 7 6 5 6 4 3 2 1
(on earth is not his equal.)

when i survey the wondrous cross

8 8 9 * 9 * 0 * 9 *
(when i survey the wondrous cross)

* * * 0 * 9 8 7 8 9
(on which the Prince of glory died,)

8 8 9 * 9 * 0 * 9 *
(my richest gain i count but loss,)

* * * 9 8 9 * 9 8
(and pour contempt on all my pride.)

repeat until you have played all of the verses and/or your family yells at you to stop, for their sanity's sake.
...
i have too much time on my hands...

post #68: in which i invade oak mountain

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:57:00 +0000

okay, i didn't invade it. but i did go there, with the mother and the father.
we went to the petting zoo... thingy.

and i saw this adorable pony. AND I WANTED IT.
it was really interested in my camera...

but then it ignored me...

and then i saw this donkey and i wanted it...

and it was also interested in my camera.

very interested.

and then i saw all these goats and i WANTED THEM! I WANTED THEM ALL!

and then i saw a peacock.

and it was scary.

is that santa?!

late Christmas post!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 20:57:00 +0000

merry belated Christmas everyone! ♥
my internet died on Christmas eve, and it got fixed on Christmas day, but i was too busy obsessing over wii fit to post. =D
i got several amazingly amazing gifts, such as...

WII FIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hyperventilate*

a really cute purse!

a webcam! =D

and

EW, whatintheheckisthat?!?!?!

also, 23 and i made cookies on Christmas eve.

first i made a normal cookie.

then they started getting a little weirder...

don't you see the resemblance?

anyway. ~~happy holidays, kwanzaa, hanukkah, or any other religious, secular, or religious/secular holiday of your choice.~~ merry CHRISTmas :)

the graduation according to jennie

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 03:26:00 +0000

act i
i wake up to find myself in the car going to auburn. oh, sure, i've been awake all morning. but not really. i look down to see what i'm wearing: a mediocre black-and-white outfit. i need winter clothes. coughChristmascough
wait. where am i going? who am i? WHAT ON EARTH AM I HERE FOR?
...
oh yeah. the sister is graduating. (with a bachelor's degree in apparel merchandising, btw.) from auburn university. a.k.a. the evil empire. okay.
me: "when will we get there?"
dad [groggily; checking gps]: "uh, two hours."
me: "great."
so we listen to andrew peterson and then i read my epically long, 800-something page book that i've been reading since thanksgiving break. and then we arrive. at ~~tuberville's~~ chizik's evil empire of ~~doom~~ final judgment.

act ii
i follow the sister's boyfriend and my father unit around the coliseum thing. i have no idea where i'm going, really. i'm surrounded by a confusing mass of extremely tacky orange and blue. eventually we find our seats.
we wait for about an hour and then the deans, or whatever they are, stop slacking off and start the ceremony.
deans: "BLAHBLAHBLAH WORDS WORDS *eats hands* THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING AUBURN WORDS WORDS WORDS BLEAURGH WAR EAGLE."
me: "...roll tide..."
and then the people with doctorate's and master's degrees go up and get their diplomas. one by one. there are about 300 of them and it takes forever. but it ends. eventually.
me: "surely it's almost over. they'll just say a few nice words to the other graduates and mail their diplomas to them. or something."
but no. some other people with higher-ish degrees get their diplomas. one by one. and it lasts like an hour. and my back is hurting and stiff. and i entertain myself by taking pictures of a guy that looks like sayiid.
and then people with bachelor's degrees stand up.
and there are like 800 of them.
me: "okay. no. they are NOT going to get theirs one by one. please. for my sanity."
but they do. like 800 people line up to get their diplomas. and my sister is in the very back.
and so i sit for seriously 3 hours. and i think it'll be worth the wait if we scream really loud when the sister gets her name called out. and so we wait for 3 hours.
and we finally see her near the front of the line. i'm waiting with my finger on the video record button on my camera. i wait for her name to be called.
guy that calls out names: "ra---"
rednecks sitting beside us [screaming at some other person]: "WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
so we don't realize he had called out her name until the rednecks shut up.

act iii
so we wait for a few more people in the back to get their dumb diplomas. and it finally ends.
deans: "BLAHBLAHBLAHWORDSWORDSWORDSBLEAURGHWAREAGLE."
redneck auburn fans (a.k.a., everyone in the coliseum but us): "WUR AGLE FLY DOWWWN THUH FIEEELD EVURR TO CONKUR NEVURR TUH YEELD... [weird drunk rambling] ...GEEVE IM [HECK!] GEEVE IM [HECK!]"
and it went on and on forever and ever.
rednecks.

act iv
my back is really stiff and fail-ish now. but we still have to stay in the evil empire for like 3 more hours because we're eating at a really fancy italian restaurant.
so we go. and i eat a huge piece of cheesecake and feel a bit self-conscious because i scarf it down in like... 2 minutes.
and then we stay forever to wait for my dad to try to eat the rest of his ginormous salad. and he can't. so then we leave after like 3 hours. by then i'm half-asleep so i just zombie my way through the motions of talking to people.

act v
the drive home is boring, painful (my back is horrid now), and stuff. there's not enough light for me to read or draw. then i come home and i'm scarred for life.

the end.
argh.
congrats to my sister.
roll tide.

thanks, arthur

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 22:18:00 +0000

ugly pictures of star

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 04:59:00 +0000

it's 11 pm and i want to post on my blog. because that's how i roll.
hm. what can i write about, i wonder?
cho? no, i have infinity+ posts about cho. (i'm the crazy cat lady...girl.)
my sanity? no, it doesn't exist.
how i've been vegetating, eating, and IMing all day? no, that's too embarrassing.
...OH! there are some ugly pictures of star that i took an hour or so ago.
yes. yes, that will do nicely.

the fat blob. fear. :)

why am i posting pictures of my dog on the internet at 11 pm?
i fail.
goodnight :)

this pointless post is brought to you by:

the smurfish camera of ~~doom~~ final judgment

behold the lamb of God concert

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 17:45:00 +0000

i was at the behold the lamb of God concert at oak mountain presbyterian last night. =)
(andrew peterson is the main guy. this is his website.)

*swoon*

in other news.

"i detest... ooooh shiny"

in which i rant about photography

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 21:13:00 +0000

i found these randomly while i was looking through pictures. =]

she looks pretty dang evil in this one.

one of the few pictures in which cho actually looks cute. =3

i take so many pictures. my camera goes with me everywhere.
you never know when a potentially good picture will show itself. usually, though, when it does i don't have my camera. whenever cho or star's doing something funny in the living room, my camera is always in the kitchen. whenever i see a pretty sunset on a long car trip, it was the one time i left behind my camera.
i took this about 2 or 3 months ago. it was a harvest moon, but it had already risen and didn't look yellowish any more. oh well. my dad pulled over into the driveway of a bank to let me take it.

i took these pictures this summer. we were on a ferry boat thingy going to baytowne in florida. madie was trying to talk to me. i ignored her because i was taking pictures.

so. the moral of this rant. don't be afraid to trespass on public property to get a good picture. ignore your cousins on a ferry to get a good picture. be an obsessive picture taker and carry your camera with you all the time until people doubt your sanity.
finis.

O RLY?

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:55:00 +0000

(inspiration)

there's gonna be another twilight book!!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 03:42:00 +0000

Christmas meme

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 02:35:00 +0000

missy posted a Christmas meme. she didn't tag anyone but... i'm doing it anyway. =)

1.) Wrapping paper or gift bags?
i like to get wrapped presents, but i know just sticking a gift in a bag is so much easier...

2.) Real tree or Artificial?
real trees smell good. but they die and all the needles fall off.

3.) When do you put up the tree?
usually around two weeks before Christmas.

4.) When do you take the tree down?
january of february. the all-time record i can remember was march.

5.) Do you like egg nog?
ew no.

6. )Favorite gift received as a child?
a wii, last year =)

7.) Do you have a nativity scene?
yes. it takes forever to set up. =p

8.) Hardest person to buy for?
my sisters.

9.) Easiest person to buy for?
my mom, the candle obsessive.

10.) Mail or email Christmas cards?
psh, i don't care.

11.) Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
when i was 4 i asked for a real tornado and got a toy vacuum cleaner.

12.) Favorite Christmas movie(s)?
a Christmas carol, it's a wonderful life, the grinch with jim carrey

13.) When do you start shopping for Christmas?
uh... a week before?

14.) Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
haha, nope.

15.) Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
cheesecake. apple pie. chocolate pie. M&MS!

16.) Clear or colored Christmas lights?
clear. i remember one year we put clear lights on our tree... and huge, tacky blinking colored ones.

17.) Favorite Christmas song(s)?
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, o holy night, o come all ye faithful

18.) Travel at Christmas or stay home?
stay at home.

19.) Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's?
dasher, dancer, comet, cupid, something, something, donnor, blitzen. and rudolph.

20.) Angel on the tree top or a star?
star.

21.) Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?
we open one present on Christmas eve, usually pajamas. we open the rest on Christmas morning.

22.) Most annoying thing about this time of year?
"happy holidays" and all the commercialism. it makes me sick.

23.) Favorite ornament theme or color?
psh. our ornaments have no coherent theme.

24.) Favorite dinner for Christmas?
uh, rolls. and butter. lotsa butter.

25.) What do you want for Christmas this year?
a good easel. roller skates. a webcam.

26). Do you bake lots of goodies during the holidays?
i don't bake. i eat.

27). Do you decorate different rooms of your home?
uh, not really...

28.) What decorations do you put outside?
a wreath. nothing else. we're scrooges.
(i had to google "a Christmas carol" to remember that it was the word "scrooge" i was looking for. I FAIL.)

29.) How do you spend Christmas Eve?
vegetate in the living room, read the Christmas story, watch a Christmas movie, open Christmas eve presents.

30.) Is Christmas your favorite holiday?
yep =)

epic win!

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 19:35:00 +0000

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennie_tanner
=D
wikipedia will probably delete it, so here's a screenshot. click on it to see the whole thing.

random pictures because i CAN.

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 20:38:00 +0000

the front of bryant-denny stadium. ROLL TIDE.

random sunset picture taken on the way to the game.
(we won, by the way. FACE.)

...my favorite socks...

watch the guts.
thank you.

another watch the guts picture. trey's mom ordered this for us because we always have dead animals on our front porch. thanks, cho.

the front of my science textbook.
(yes, i drew on his face a little. no, i'm not immature.)

kittyloaf is not amused.

this is a common sight in this household.

finis.

a serious post? with capitalization?

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 18:54:00 +0000

Friendship According to a “Wise” and Slightly Cynical 12 Year Old

True friendship is a hard thing to find these days. This is because people, in this anti-intellectual, fluffy culture, haven’t been taught what friendship is, or what being a friend is.

Friendship is not having someone to compare your new clothes, or new phone, or your money with. Friendship is not just having someone go to the mall with you and freak out over Gucci purses that no one can really afford.

A friend is not someone who makes you feel good all the time, or someone who laughs when you do something wrong.

A friend is not someone who makes fun of you all the time with “playful” jabs that really hurt your feelings. Newsflash – calling people nerds, retards, etc. isn’t cute, appealing, or funny. It makes you look mean and immature, offends the other person, and ultimately drives them away from you. Same thing with guys, by the way.

A friend is someone who builds you up and gives you wise advice, even when it stings. When it does sting, but it’s from solid advice (like this paper), a good friend is not trying to be mean to you. She’s trying to be a good friend. You should do the same.

There is a time for playful jabs, but some people have to be reminded like they’re still 4 years old – do to others as you would have them do to you.

A friend is someone who holds you back when you’re about to do something wrong. She needs the same guidance from you.

True friendship is one of the strongest bonds people can have. 1 Samuel 18:1 says, “As soon as he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.” David and Jonathan loved each other deeply. The empty-headed, shallow fools that most 12 year olds are today would say they’re gay. THEY’RE NOT. This is how friendship is meant to be.

The aforementioned empty-headed, shallow 12 year olds will think that I’m saying you shouldn’t have fun with your friends. You should. Just don’t do anything stupid.

And above all, do everything to the glory of God.

eye twitch

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 19:53:00 +0000

i've been playing too many video games lately.
mainly animal crossing: city folk, which i just got.
and then i tried to get past a plant monster thingy in zelda: twilight princess, but i chickened out. those plant things are scary!
and then i played more animal crossing.
and more.
and more.
and more.
and trey made fun of me for playing it so much.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ANIMAL CROSSING?" he asked on tuesday.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ANIMAL CROSSING?" he asked on thursday.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ANIMAL CROSSING?" he asked later that thursday.
"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ANIMAL CROSSING?" he asked on friday.
what's the point your face.

my legs hurt from playing football yesterday. (a few too many tackles.)
i'm gonna go crawl into bed and become a vegetable.

book meme

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:38:00 +0000

mother dear tagged me for a book meme. i'm supposed to find the nearest book with at least 123 pages, turn to the 123rd page, and post the 6th, 7th, and 8th sentences.
okay then! the nearest book? hmm. do plow & hearth catalogs count as books? i suppose they do.
*insert long confused scene here, in which i turn to pages 122, 124, 119, and various other pages in an interesting attempt to find page 123. insert nervous giggles every few seconds until i finally find the right page.*

"the pig's nose is a watering rose for a gentle shower of water. the charming dog has a watering rose for a tongue. the rooster has a precise watering spout for direct application."

ah, yes! watering roses are so hot right now.

i tag... nobody, because NONE OF MY FRIENDS HAVE A BLOG. :)
roar.

for great justice.

noreply@blogger.com (jennie) — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 02:51:00 +0000

CATS: ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.