NaBlaBlaBla Day Four

Let’s all give daylight savings time and my iPad a big round of applause for making this post possible. Right under the wire; just like everything else I do in life.

Me: You hit like a bitch.
Life: Really? Because I wasn’t even trying very hard.
Me: Seriously?
Life: Yeah. Knocking you down? Way too obvious. I prefer to poke you in the arm repeatedly. Eventually, you’ll end up in a closet in the fetal position, sucking your thumb.
Me: What?! That doesn’t even make any sense!
Life: Poke.
Me: Ow.
Life: Poke, poke, poke.
Me: Dude, knock it off.
Life: Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke poke poke poke poke poke pokepokepokepoke poke.
Me: Stop it!
Me: *runs away looking for the closet*
Life: There it is. *nodnod*

ShaNaNaMoFo Day Three

cost 2 drive

I’m gonna keep plugging along at this whole NaBloPoMo dealio, kids.

I came across this on Pinterest (follow me!) and thought it was mightily groovalicious so I’d share it with you.

cost 2 drive website

You put in two addresses, what kind of car you’ll be driving, and how many passengers. It checks gas costs and even tells you where you’ll have to gas up again (look at the little gas pumps). If you put in how many passengers, it’ll do the math to split the cost for you. I input my information; my address, my sister’s address, and what I drive and here’s what came up:

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Pretty cool, huh?!

cost to drive appThere’s an app in iTunes for it. It doesn’t have real great ratings right now, but I still thought it was a pretty cool idea and once they iron out the wrinkles, they’ll really have something. I just downloaded the app and it’s free, so nothing to lose, right? **shrugs**

This is the song the monkeys sing in The Jungle Book. A group of baboons is called a congress. Coincidence? I think not.

Road-Song of the Bandar-Log

Here we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don’t you envy our pranceful bands?
Don’t you wish you had extra hands?
Wouldn’t you like if your tails were—so—
Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow?
Now you’re angry, but—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two—
Something noble and wise and good,
Done by merely wishing we could.
We’ve forgotten, but—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird—
Hide or fin or scale or feather—
Jabber it quickly and all together!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!

Now we are talking just like men!
Let’s pretend we are … never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind.

Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
That rocket by where, light and high, the wild grape swings.
By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make,
Be sure, be sure, we’re going to do some splendid things!