What studying long hours for NCLEX will do to you.

Thoughts from Barry...

As many of you already know, a few months ago Emily Fisher and I had a competition to see who could create and sell the best work of art. You can view both of our masterpieces on her blog. Anyway, Barry happened to see it and sent me the following message via my ebay account.

Tim, I must say I was absolutely entranced by your masterpiece. The splotch was so elegantly and naturally placed and the attending decor so perfectly right. I would like to suggest a didgeridoo performance in improvisational style to honor your work. I would further like to suggest on a completely related note that you consider invigorating your perambulating pursuit of peachy perspicuity (not to mention articulacy) via an infusion of this masterpiece in a metaphorical transfiguration of transfiguring, transformational, and perhaps most important of all, trans-genre explosion of true poetic and painterly genius. This exceedingly humble suggestion should be acted upon with all due regard to the extreme height of my general and special knowledge of all interrelated subjects pertaining to the delicate issues and eventualities doubtless now under your consideration as a result of this wonderfully (if I do say so myself) terse and coherent little note. Barry from Kg

Better than peaches

A shop beside the cobblestone sidewalk
Enticed us closer to its door.
Shelves piled high with towers around us
Spoke of blood and sweat of yore.

The pungent odor of edam, brie
Gouda, leyden shocked my core
As we scuffled off the terrace
Into the quarters of the seasoned store

This, that, or the crusty one on the tray

Along with the remnant in the drawer

Compels my pate to hallucinate

And the soul and imaginings to soar

What e’er my loathsome hand should find

That it shall devour

A hair breadth from a pickle rind

Or scuffling a shriveled flower

What I would give ‘bout now

To have a morsel just to taste

Only a slice then I would vow

To surrender forever the curdled paste.

We the peachers!

O timothy,

it is of utmost imperative that we stem the antipeachers. their purposes in demolishing the peach and its adherents are incomprehensible, reprobate, and hoggenbottomish. They have drunk the wine of incredulity, and now, stumbling in the half-dawn darkness, they prepare a whirling onslaught of despimolitude! We, the peachers, will fight with every fiber of our peaches, we will throw the rottens out!

Strategy! this, as I lay dreaming (of peaches of course!) occurred to me. we must unite under the peachtree, pandora's perpetual pontificate, strong in stomach, to face the desperate villany which unite under any other banner save that of the peach. Hithertoo, we have known the Grapers, the Mangoors, and the Villihudians to be our enemies. Ah sweet comfort, to know thine enemy! But now, those schisms and offshoots, the Nectarines, and more recently the Pluotians, have drifted to a polar opposite in purpose, united as they are in backspacing our peaches, our peachy lives, our peach pits!

Hurl and Pare, Hum and Flare! Let every peacher sing!

Sing of morning cool, moisture thick, juices spurt, and succulence sweet! Orchard's breeze, blowing warm on waving grasses where the hum-hum's warble in tune with the blue, blue skies. Comfort thick, and softness warm, waters cold, and tears caress for pure-pure hurt of beauty known.

So let the peachers sing, and sing it strong,
So that echoes last, when we are gone.

JH

Tillay's Tidbits

Dear Sir,

It has of late come to my attention that you are still continuing to propagate this preposterous concept of a prodigious fructoid of invincible caliber. Why thou thinkest thee can continue to bamboozle the unsuspecting masses with your deleterious propaganda and bewitching fancies of such ludicrous sagacity is beyond my cranial capacity for comprehension. Let me explain:

I would not oppose your fanciful fascinations were it not for my vast knowledge of the cosmos and its delicate interplay with the time space continuum. In my most recent calculations, I have positively mathematically and scientifically ruled out any possibility of said fruit's existence in any of our vast universe's dimensions. Let us suppose for a moment that peach is p and:

p=2u/x-2

If this is true it would naturally follow that:

3px+i/4r=i^5(4r^2-yz)(c4/p-1)

Therefore one can clearly see that the negative root of the positive integer p would have to be of greater value than the sum of the negative particle vortex which your alleged peach would necessitate were it to be a veritable mass actuated by forces which govern the very elemental composition of our world. Hence one can understand why the existence of such a peach is ruled out by sheer logic of such compelling nature.

In our quest for ultimate understanding let us not seek to beguile others whose understanding of such constructs fails to reach the status quo. May we in turn, seek to guide the mentality of the plebian masses toward more lofty, ignominious and noble heights.

Regards,

Sir Jon

I know I really shouldn't be posting another blog so soon. Don't forget to sign up for breakfast in the blog below, but I randomly found our Road Trip 2008 CD while looking for something else. I ran across this little video on it that clearly shows where a certain bovine species first originated in my mind. Watch it you'll figure it out. ; )

Breakfast Friday!!

Good Morning everybody!!!
I decided to try something new this Friday morning breakfast. I will list what we need and throughout the week(sooner than later preferably) you all can comment and say what you will bring then other people can see what is already going to be brought and comment on something else to bring accordingly. Doesn't that make so much sense? Ok, so here's the list.
Tofu
Salsa
Tater tots
Flour tortillas
Orange juice
Random fruits
And whatever else you feel inspired to bring!!
Looking forward to seeing everyone there ( :


The above is just a pretty picture for you to look at while you decide what to bring ( ;