Magical Mountain Story

I did not believe these stories until I saw for myself. But now I know.

My grandparents had warred us not to go near the river when it rains, but one day after the rain I looked up to see a beautiful rainbow in a sky. The rainbow was up against the wall, but it looked like it was right in front of us, close enough to almost touch with many fingers. A brother and I ran towards the rainbow. We were trying to get close to it.

It was getting close to that time of evening and the sun had started setting. The rainbow led us to the river. The river was so wide that you could not see the other side of it. When we arrived at the river, it started to get foggy. We were having a hard time seeing through the fog to go into the boat by ourselves. That evening we did not listen to their violent warnings and climbed into a boat that was on the river. We pushed away from the river's shore. As we paddled down river, we looked up to the shore. By the trees, on river's edge, we saw this beautiful creature walking backwards. It had long silky hair of main, the colour of the rainbow. Everything else paled in comparison. Its hairs was streaked with golden gold. The creature's hair hung down and floated on the water unlike any pearls i've ever seen.

We saw the creature clearly because of the rainbow's brightness, it looked like a horse. It was looking upward and it whinnied like a horse so true. Then it looked right at us and stormed. As it turned, I noticed it had a long pointed horn in the center of its forehead. The creature now looked golden.

I am nervous about tomorrow's game, I hope that everything goes good and Joan knows to leave me alone. Joan if you're reading this, you need to keep in mind that I'm not interested in anything that you have to offer.

I shouldn't be a live, but I am.

I can feel normal comin back. Before my head felt like an axe split, but now it just feels empty again. I'm not caughing up that junk no more and I found a Jay Cloth under the fridge so I got my eyes clean off. I can almost see out of one and that means I can finally watch tv again.

I'm glad I made it through. It was the same as being at war. I had to make sure I made it out ok, but in the end it was worth fighting for and I'm glad I fought for what I thought was write. One of the cats died, but sometimes that happens.

It will be a few days before I can go back out on the diamond. I'll have to explain to the team that I was out sick, then they won't be able to penalize me for any wrong doings. If they try I'll just have to take it up with officials and work from there. I've had a few run ins with most of them, but it always heps to just clear the air with the highers up and then let it just be water under the bridge. If you see any of them, tell them to mind their own goddman business.

Hallway

If you are reading this, tell someone in town that my eyes are sealed shut. The Battery to my desk writer is running low and doon I won't be able to get my message out. The cats still have control of the house and now other cats from town have come to the windows and they keep trying to break the glass. I can't see how many well shishers have come to my board, but I am hoping no automatrons have found out that I have taken ill. I don't want them pushing no cold remedies if I can't even see what they've written. They shouldnt bother anyways, because I am sick and I can't even change my god damn pants and one of them cats has diarea all over the hallway. The softball team is going to wonder where I am once they realize the bench looks different.

Well believe or not!

Oh Great! Well believe it or not I am sick. My eyes have swelled shut and the cats have run of the house so all house has broken loose. Luckily I love them because if I didnt I would club them at this point. I don't know how to change my sweatpants and I've been in them with no underwear and one sandal for multiple days on end. They used to be turqoise, but I can't even tell what color they are no more because my eyes done did swell up and all I can do is hear sounds of cat feet running. I can't reach my underwear. I need health support of web friend, but at this point there is no hope of that. If you are reading this, I think you should think about helping me or telling someone in my town about what is going on here. If you are reading this, just think about many things you can do or say to make me feel better so that I have a chance at a better time in the futre.

In-Water Stings

Alls I know is that it isn't natural for children to be in deep taffy water in the first place. This is why I don't travel and never will. Everything I need is in my house or in town. It sure as hell isn't in a place where its natural for jellies to be in that sector at that time of year, but people don't get stung unless they've done something wrong. Even if they are children, they deserve to be bitten because they probably did something. If they are reading this, I say to them, I am sorry about the bites, but you deserve everything that happens to you in the water. Until you come to your sense, you will have more aqua tradgey and swarms upon swarms will enter your shores and stings upon stings will sting your sores.

The last time I saw that many of something, was when I left Lorna's sandich out for two days on hot day. Lorna never showed up because of her softball practice and I started watching tv to pass the time. 2 days later, Shelly called to say that the game had gone BAD so i said 'no problem shelly'. Then I looked over and saw a stripe in the carpet that I had never noticed before and when I got up to move it I saw that there were so many crawling small ants and Lorna's sandwich was gone. Those idiots went from where I was in the TV room into the couch and finalizing in kitchen quadrant. The only thing to do was to spray them with Lysol because even if the eat the lemon out of it, they will eventually eat the spray and it makes them go upside down and curl.

If now, then when?

The goons will have us believe that everything we've done over there is wrong. If we don't do this they will murder us all later and then what will be of the freedom that we've all bled for throughout the times of the Land?! Call me crazy but I would prefer to have the insurges thwarted NOW vs. LATER. If not now? Then when.... it is a matter of time and death when you think about it.

These reporters snooping around Guatan, should mind their own business. Or settle down their pens and pick up the mighty sword instead of just writing about it why don't they put their pens where their swords are and try that for a change! Luckily, I don't have no sons or daughters, but by God if i did, I would be making sure they were over there fighting the insurges until the last one was in the Guatano Jail cells for what they've done.

My home IS where my heart is and I won't be sitting by as they blow up my house! I've worked years on it and last year I put some new flooring in that I don't even walk in socks on! It is either we get them or they gunna get us and I won't sit by and watch that happen. If I was married, my husband wouldn't sit by and watch that crap go on either. We worked too hard for this house and the rent payments are hard enough as it is!

On a greater note, they're doing a remake of that Burt Reynold's football movie and I think it WILL be playing at the mall near my house. I'm thinking about asking a friend from down the road if they wanna come see it with me. Even though he is a bit older, he still has it! I guess i'm a sucker for moustages! We'll probably hit up a shoe store or 2 on the way to the movie. My sandals hurt sometimes and I think. No harm in that.

Saturday Night

I think its real pretty. One thing you can do when you're alone at home, is also write in the imaginary. I just finished doing this about 10 minutes ago, when i'm thinking about cats. On this journey time I was in that imaginary catland, where all of these beautiful ones ran forwards and backwards. Calicos, Tabbies, Sherpas, Norwegians, skinless, long-haired, short-haired ... you name it, they were there! As you can imagine, I didn't have the courage to say 'kitty kitty', because so many would come and swarm me into fear and probably expect food. I don't like to kick, so they should just assume that I don't have food today and they should pretend that I'm really not there. But in the meantime, I can only hope no dogs come! Can you imagine!

Please Don't Death Threats

I'm getting real sick of silly gooses on this internet online writing me telling me it is only a matter of time before they kill me and saying that i'm a retard. If you bothered to know me, you would know that I aint done nothing to you and everyone knows that! 2 next door neighbors warned me this would happen if i got into the world wide web and they said I would also probably rape. Well I wanted to! If I want to meet other Cabbage Patch Collectors, then I'm allowed. I don't pay 34.00 a moth in online bills to not get online, you idiots! To top it all off, I don't care if you are an automatron or a sell-bot, I DON'T WANT YOUR STUFF SO YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE. The next time this happens I will tell on you and then what will you have to show for it all. At least I can come here and get to know people that are also into thimbles, you idiots.

Just Leave me alone,
Cahy Sampson

Automatrons Leave Me alone from now on

I'm getting real sick of you guys that are Automatrons sending me robot messages in all of my posts day in and day out and every night. I didnt sign up to the internet to be harrassed by stupid robots that won't leave me alone. This is supposed to be about my life and how much I like certain things, not about your dumb stuff that I don't want to be a part of at all! You need to leave me alone from now on and stay off of my page unless you are selling thimbles or cats!!!!!! I'm getting real sick of having to log into this friends-to-be service, only to find that you have left me more messages to upset me about your faulty sales. I highly dought that you even want to get to know me when you keep doing things like that and I'm about to tell the officials if you don't stop. Maybe some of you want to know me, so I will not report you yet.. but if I get the sense that this is a scam, you will be in a lot of trouble.

Anyway, If you are an automatron you might as well just leave, because it is only a matter of time before I end up reporting you to the officials and then you won't be able to read what i've written next time or ever get to know me.

If Merle calls me this moth, I am probably going to go to the movies soon.

Getting too Hot during Softball

I'll talk about this soon.

Happiness is Collecting Thimbles

Clown Thimbles are obviously the best. I guess it is only a matter of time before you start collecting thambles...especially after you realize what I've done! The most important thing to remember is never to let anyone rip you off! That has happened to me a lot and this time I'm not going to let it happen, so if you're reading this and you plan on doing that to me again, you might as well just leave!


A Little Thimtroduction...
In the olden days, as in the Caveman Days thimbles were probably as unnecessary as pies in the sky or a fish that could fly! Of course, this was before the introduction of wal-mart fabrics and such because people wore carcass skins joined together by thongs passing through holes punched in the leather genitals. Once textiles and thread came into being, thimbles were needed because it was so difficult to push an unpolished needle through thick carcass - and caveman's fingers had to be protected or they would be pierced and blood attracts animals (obviously).

During the cave time, the first thimbles were made in blood and bone. As time went on into time, brass was used. During this time, needlework became a respectable pastime for well-to-do ladies-and well-to-do-gents, and the well-to-dos could affort thimbles of delicates such as patterned silver, or maybe even GOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sometimes they were ornamented with precious stones and baubles the likes of which you can't imagine!

A thimble was an ideal gift for a young prince to give his loved one, because it was used daily and so would remind the girl of her gently suitor each time she sewed and pricked her finger and bled. Thimbles are lucky! Years ago it was tradition to put a miniature silver thimble into the Christmas puddin' and the puddin' finder would enjoy good fortune throughout the night, maybe even finding another thimble to collect! The large, hideous iron thimbles which you sometimes see, weren't so lucky though, certainly not for children, because they were used at nineteenth century Dame Schools for rapping unruly pupils across the head and raping.

One of my favorite games called 'Hunt the Thimble' is popular at parties, and it's fun to imagine how it was invented. It was invented by someone real smart. No doubt an upset and stupid mother couldn't remember where she had left her thimble, and so made up a game called 'Hunt the Thimble' by urging her unsuspecting children to look for it. Under rocking chair? Behind Door! Who knows where she lost it, the whole point of the game is to find it and i dont know where she left it because i've never even been to her house! Knowing her, she probably offered a small prize to the finder. (if they were lucky, maybe the prize was a thimble!)

Now to modern times...
Some of the prettiest thimbles are those decorated with enamels in rich glowing colors or encrusted with small pearls or colored stones or jems or beads or sparklers or dazzles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A collection of thimbles could soon expand into many other areas, but then, that's one of the joys - or perils - of being a thimbal collector. You just have to find ways to walk over them and maybe sleep on the floor sometimes.