Wisconsin Traditions

WISCONSIN TRADITIONS

*When crossing the Wisconsin state line, one must go completely spastic and slap their dad (or whoever they are riding with) because of their pure joy/excitement. If one is NOT excited, they shouldn't be allowed in Wisconsin. They should take a dump.

*When you are at Woodman's you must only go through the bakery entrance. If the bakery section is closed, than one must park by the bakery and then walk to the main enterance. That is the only way it is not evil.

*You may only buy twix from the machine in the employee lounge.

*When going through the cheese asile, you must shout "CHEESE!" and run around like a mad woman.

*No matter what, you must buy windmill cookies. No excuses.

*The only place you may buy your shampoo and conditioner is Woodman's due to the tradition started in December 2006.

*When in Lake Geneva, you must walk down to the beach and run around for at least four minutes. You must touch the water if weather permits.

*Stay away from men named Stan. They steal your change.

*You may only read the book, Flight #116 Is Down in the Lake Geneva public library.

That's all I have for now. Exspect more later.  

Prom 2007

  

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Please Pray

It's 12:39 a.m. I was in my room falling asleep when I smell smoke. I checked the house, making sure the house wasn't on fire. I saw a bit of orange from the crack of my window shades. I was afraid to look outside because I was afraid of what I would find. I was terrified that it might be one of my neighbors house's. I knew I'd better look because...well...my curiosity won over my fear. When I walked outside all I could see was orange. Thick orange smokey flames... and yelling...and sirens...and dogs barking. I could smell it. It was one street over. It was one entire street over and I could still smell it and taste the smoke. It was bad. So I just sat there on my swing on the porch...watching. I was shivering and thinking about getting a blanket while people in that house could be stuck and burning or completely filled with grief over their loss. That's how selfish I am. The nerve I have to think of myself. 

My point is, pray, please, please pray for the people who's house burnt down and is continuing to do so as I type this...