The Evolution of Meg's Macbook

Once upon a time on a day much like today, Meg awaited her little bundle of joy in an excited fashion. Finally it came at about 3 0'clock in the afternoon, in a state such as this:

Meg was delighted, as this was the expected appearance of her little dear in its early state of life. With a little assistance, the box transformed into this:

Meg pressed the power button located on the Macbook Pro's front side and prepared to enjoy the final stage of her Macbook's life cycle...or so she thought.

3 minutes later:

Gloom.

Despair.

Death.

The poor mutilated creature shriveled up into it's original cardboard cocoon to get sent off for burial back to the company while Meg awaited a new bundle of joy.

The End.

Part II

Evolution of Meg

Early today:

3:09...

Indianapolis, we have a problem.

I am quite depressed, for I have just witnessed something no living person should have to witness. The Indianapolis Colts lost the Grand Opener at Lucas Oil Stadium to the Bears in a remake of Superbowl XLI.

Dallas Clark was again hit and taken out in his valiant attempts at tight-ending.

Joesph Addai was wounded in battle.

Peyton Manning - now there's a 300 page tragedy story in itself. It was his first game since his knee surgery, and I was expecting the Peyton that had been ancy to get back the whole season. The Peyton with that "I'm the real deal" swagger and the southern drawl. The risk-taker Peyton. The Peyton that I like. Instead I see this alien that's happy to be playing, yet unsure how this thing's gonna go down. There was all this uncertainty and doubt in his eyes! He only threw one touchdown pass. He did nothing out of the expected. He didn't throw a crazy Hail Mary during the last few seconds even though they couldn't win. He didn't stamp his feet and throw up his hands screaming when the ref made a bad call, or even when he himself threw something that looked like a drunk bat. He called timeouts and huddles in the red zone. Oh well, it was the first game and he'll find his groove. It just took him a little long. Like, more than one game. Which is uncharacteristic. That number 18 didn't even LOOK like Peyton Manning - it must have been his evil second-cousin. Sticks and I were passing the empty Quakers bag around for most of the game.

What shall become of us? What to do, what to do...

Let's curdle a little blood, shall we?

My corp has unofficial lost this round of Trade Wars. Pain and agony. Nobody except my clan and the Winguys know what I'm talking about, but we went in last night and tried to wipe out the evil base. We failed. Many of us died. The worst part is that I lost my precious cool Battleship, the Ofaic Thezeqoc. I had pulled this ship in and built it up from nothing! I saved it from the depths of junkyardom! It did excellent work for me. Then we just took her into the path of the qcannon, knowing 100% she would die, just to give us some cover. And she blew into a million pieces trying to save us! Oh, my Thezeqoc! I miss you so! *sob*. When we couldn't nail bigbadbase, we tried to pop Ferrengal and ran outta money before we succeeded. By then, Drallen and I were the only ones alive. Next round I dunno if I'll go red or blue or whose corp or what, but I know I'm gonna have a battleship named the Ofaic Thezeqoc.

For everyone's info, I now have a HSB mostly for writing and NaNoWriMo purposes. Check it out at www.homeschoolblogger.com/outlawedprincess. CoOoOoOoOoOol!!!

Tonight we're having our pastor's family over to watch Facing the Giants and have pizza! Funfunfun!

STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS was released in theaters today! I can't decide if I think it's gonna be totally cool, or just plain lame. Hmmmmm... Chief and the Winguys are seeing it as we speak, and they're supposed to tell me how it is.

Preseason football has begun!!!!! I'm happy about it. The Colts are pretty weak right now, as all the starters are hurt, but that should be fixed by the time the season starts. Superbowl, here we come!!!!!!

The Olympics are also back!!!! USA basketball team is doing excellently.

Saturday we're going to the zoo. Cooooooooool.

School's starting up! So, have a great week while you DON'T have it!!!!:P Well, have a great week if you do have it too:P

God's plans are perfect - but sometimes they really get me confuzlled.

Yesterday in the GINORMOUS storms of AR, two trees fell on Lady's family's house and wrecked it all up. Please pray very hard for them. Here's the link to the news video. Skip ahead to the the 16th minute past all the smashed windows on the cars. Tell your friends to pray for them too. Mom told me some of their stuff got covered in plastic and saved, but they don't have a house. It stinks to be TV stars for a bad reason. And moving really hurts, no matter where you're moving. We love you Lady Boo!!!!!!!! Hope to talk to you soon!!!!!!!!!! Pray everybody - this smells worse than a skunk smoking a cigarette.

Farewell Favre

VERSE OF THE DAY: Get all the advice and instruction you can, so you will be wise the rest of your life. Proverbs 19:20

You know I've said it (and cried it) before and I have. You know he's said it (and cried it) before and he has. But now the nightmare is reality - Brett Favre, the 38-year-old, 17 season, hall of famed, number 4 quarterback for the Green Bay Packers is really gone.

Gone.

He has retired and we shall never see him throw a football again. America shall miss him so and all Packers fans shall spend this never-forgotten night with pillows drenched in tears over our "mentally tired" quarterback. Toria and I found out at the exact same time, so we talked about sorrows and weeping and gnashing of media teeth on the phone. You may notice I am being very sorrowfully subdued about this. I thought he would retire last year and got my tears out and my heart close to healed. He was my favorite best awesomest, so I cried as he did in 2006 and gave my heart to Peyton. A worthy recipient, but Favre came back!!! But I knew it was coming: he would have to leave soon. And somehow I know now... inexplicably... unexplainably... that it is time for him to - not step down as some would say - but set in concrete his hall of fame place and set in stone his fans' support and love.

This is NOT defeat.

This is NOT retreat.

This is Victory.

It is finished.

A good career ended.

A living legend in place.

A drug addiction.

A Super Bowl.

A wife with breast cancer.

Two daughters.

A number 4.

A big "G".

Seventeen years throwing pigskins.

Thousands of fans.

A Hall of Fame.

Nothing left unsaid.

Nothing left undone.

It is finished.

Brett is Victorious.

Favre 4ever.

Why? WHY????????

VERSE OF THE DAY: Let your unfailing love surround us, LORD, for our hope is in you alone. Psalm 63:3 (How does the verse always fit pretty good? I guess now my hope is that Dungee stays!!!!!!)

My Indianapolis Colts lost to the chargers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BARELY!!!!!!!!!! Why? WHY?????????? Please do not laugh in comments, this is extremely unfunny. They have to leave!!!!!!! They're done with this season!!!!!!!!! Peyton the Manning threw like 2 picks!!!!!!!!!! Addai and Keith kept switching out as RB b/cuz they were both hurt!!!!!!!!! Bob Sanders (NFL Defensive player of the year) got smashed up and became a benchwarmer!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In the final seconds Peyton knew what he had to do and nothing got done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To the CHARGERS of all things!!!!!!!!! Without even LT!!!!!!!!!!!! Top it all off with the Coach extraordinaire Christian best-selling author perhaps Tony Dungee LEAVING US!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been crying ever since. Let me leave you with some pictures of the team I will not see till next season. Play some sort of sad song in your head. I don't want to think of one right now.

Quarterback Coolness

Victories are a thing of the past:(

Our kicker Adam Vinatari

"Here's what we gotta do..."

"What kinda call was that?" I couldn't agree more.

Reggie Wayne, I feel your pain

Dungee and Manning... *sniff*

I need to babysit soon so I should stop my groveling and weeping and gnashing of teeth and my barrowing that can only come from the bitterly bummed out. I can't help it!! Man, don't yall hope I don't play fantasy football next season? Then what shall become of me? I want to play anyway though.

God please bring my favorite coach back and bless every bit of Horseshoe Hotness next season!