Saturday, June 23, 2007 - My Wierd Life

    Well yesterday morning I get up and eat some corn pops. Since we hardly ever eat cereal in our house (much less corn pops. A cereal my Mom label "sugary" and thus is a taboo.) it means something, either a special occasion or were not at are house. And since it wasn't a special occasion and I was at home it must me we had company (actually that's a special occasion).

    Anywho I ate my corn pops and went with my Dad to where he works. This is like 6:30 in the morning (ooh I stayed up way to late last night). The reason I was going into work with my Dad was becouse I have a job mowing there.

    When we get to work me and Dad unload the mower (a zero turn, thankfully). After we're done unloading I dawdle around trying not to look like I'm dawdling. After I finally am done dawdling I attach cyborg element to my head (ear plugs) and ready my energy capsule (water bottle). Then I zoom of in my mower at near light speed. For the next two or so hours I puts around singing at the top of my lungs so I can here myself. Thankfully no one can here me over the sound of the mower or I wouldn't have the privilege to write this (considering I'd be stuck in an insane asylum). When I'm done singing I think up new designs for my blog. Then there's weed-eating...

    Woohoo!!! OK think up the most sarcastic voice you can think of. Now double that. Yea it takes some practice. Anyway I don my safety glasses that cover half my face make me look like a robot. Actually a robot is what I wish they made me look like (what they really make me look like is a really geeky geek). Then I start up the weed-eater (looking about as graceful as if my mother was a bear and and my dad a platypus). And I march of to eat some weed. ( Chhhhhrhchhhhhhckkkkkk We interrupt this post to bring you some breaking news: An army of weeds seem to be taking over the world! they are now marching on a nuclear missile plan a plan to launch them all over the world. Wait. Some kid with a weed-eater has moved in. Bravely cutting down the evil plans. Never mind the World threat is over. Chhhhhhhrhckkkckkckch).

    Well mowing is a really good source of income and God has blessed me with this job. I thank him for it. I hope you enjoyed my narrative!

So long for now !-)

Thomas F. (Flight is a pen name)