Okay. After 7 blogs in a row, I'm kinda running outta ideas here. So forgive me if this blog is a little... off.
Why don't dinosaurs talk?
Cause they're all dead! Hahahaha!
That was funny, but anyway. I have like. 5 mosquito bites on my arm. I thought they were all dead for the winter?
My mom was talking today about how ducks move their feet in the water so they don't get stuck in ice. I thought that was pretty cool.
But then my sisters laughed and said that ducks migrated south for winter, so they didn't even have to worry about getting frozen. Hmm.
Also, according to Yahoo! messenger, a duck's quack doesn't echo. That's pretty cool too. I wonder why?
We used to own 6 ducks: Killer, Daddy Long Legs, Cookie, Waddle, Fudge, and another one, but I can't remember its name for the life of me. :( It was brown, and was the runt of them all. Killer always bit the other ducks. Daddy Long Legs was really tall. And Cookie was Stephanie's. He was black with brown and yellow spots. Waddle was mine, she was yellow with a white spot on her neck. And we let our neighbor name Fudge. It's funny, cause he thought he was naming a brown duck, but he was naming a white one. So the white duck was called Fudge. :D
They would sometimes swim in our fish pond out back, and they were all really cute. But they all grew up and got bigger so we had to release them. It kinda makes me want a farm when I grow up!
I think that's gone on for long enough.
Whoo! All my blogs are in!
Good night now.
Why don't dinosaurs talk?
Cause they're all dead! Hahahaha!
That was funny, but anyway. I have like. 5 mosquito bites on my arm. I thought they were all dead for the winter?
My mom was talking today about how ducks move their feet in the water so they don't get stuck in ice. I thought that was pretty cool.
But then my sisters laughed and said that ducks migrated south for winter, so they didn't even have to worry about getting frozen. Hmm.
Also, according to Yahoo! messenger, a duck's quack doesn't echo. That's pretty cool too. I wonder why?
We used to own 6 ducks: Killer, Daddy Long Legs, Cookie, Waddle, Fudge, and another one, but I can't remember its name for the life of me. :( It was brown, and was the runt of them all. Killer always bit the other ducks. Daddy Long Legs was really tall. And Cookie was Stephanie's. He was black with brown and yellow spots. Waddle was mine, she was yellow with a white spot on her neck. And we let our neighbor name Fudge. It's funny, cause he thought he was naming a brown duck, but he was naming a white one. So the white duck was called Fudge. :D
They would sometimes swim in our fish pond out back, and they were all really cute. But they all grew up and got bigger so we had to release them. It kinda makes me want a farm when I grow up!
I think that's gone on for long enough.
Whoo! All my blogs are in!
Good night now.
January 31, 2010 at 10:56 PM
Lol, Killer.
February 1, 2010 at 12:42 PM
Hey guess what? If you didn't wait until the last day to do them you might not run out of ideas. Just a thought. But the duck story was cute. ;)
February 1, 2010 at 1:38 PM
Hehe, that's what I was thinking. Thanks though. :P