Happy FRIDAY!!!!

I love today! Jollity, frollity, physics, WeCi, speech, gleefulness. Then, dancing, mucho funno, I was most impressed in how quickly this group masters dances, and with what enthusiasm they do it! After dancing, we went and looked at the super huge horses at the Expo Center, with Jordan and camera in tow. Umhm, after that we went to de Reese's house to drop off Bethany for the Girl's Night thingy over there. My appearance caused a general congregation of partiers, so there began a loud and disjointed chat around me-wrapped-in-large-blue-blanket (I was cold, alright!)which ended at the call of supper, at that point, after a cuddly moment in my blanket, the unwelcome; ie male, members of the group (which consisted of me and Nick) departed to our secluded un-partyish places. For me, that was Wal-Mart. There I met up with Brandon Miller and David(last name unknown), and had a happy and fully random chat whose focus ranged far and wide and included homeschooling, bone-to-bone punches, jail time, legal marriage age, dating, and much, much more. I love random conversations in the store.
When I returned home, a rather exciting time awaited me. The request was packaged cleverly to sound like a mere nothing "Could you fill up Roxy's water buckets? They're almost empty " "Su...." "And oh by the way, your flashlight is almost dead" So I go out there into the night; apparently my conquering of fear of the dark is somewhat conditional, in other words, my claims of recent victory over darko phobia, were fallacious and yeah, she wasn't kidding about the imminent demise of the flashlight, by the way. So, I'm out in the dark woods, with a flashlight that turns on periodically, and there's many strange rustles in the night. But, I pressed forward despite my fears, since I'm a man now. And, I came to a fresh obstacle. Although one bucket was out on the ground in front of the stall, the other was in the back of the stall. There began a delightful conversation between me and myself.... And the horse. Me: "Me go in YOUR stall, with YOUR poop, and YOU, and get that bucket; I don't know if I'm up to this." Myself: "Hmm, what? I was asleep." Horse: Scornful silence. I opted to fill up the OUTSIDE bucket first. Then I suddenly had a stroke of genius, "Hey horsy, I wonder if Bethany would think it was a good idea for me to pour water from this bucket to that bucket through this hole in the stall." If I hit the flashlight hard enough, and with enough repetition, it would shine a decent beam, with this not-so-dependable-light to give me guidance and help, I managed to do the clever plan I just layed out for you, I then filled the other bucket and went back inside. Not, however, without getting very, very wet. It was quite cold. Bethany, you are made of sterner stuff then I, I'm a mere mortal.
I just watched Sahara, and all I can say about that is, in my life story, I'm gonna be the hero and NOT the sidekick!
taTa