HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Why did the ghost empty out her hotdogs?
She wanted to make hollow-weenies!! (halloweenies if you're the slower type)
Why did the mummy keep his band-aids in the refrigerator?
He wanted to use them later for cold-cuts (ok that one's a stretch, I admit)
THE FOLLOWING JOKES ARE ORIGINAL CAITLIN BROWN JOKES... seriously, I know they're incredible but I made them up.... I don't lie
What did the ghost eat for breakfast?
BOOberry muffins!
Where do you bury dead flowers?
In a STEMetary!
Where do you bury dead cave men?
In a CAVEyard!
Where do you bury dead superheros?
In a BRAVEyard!
Where do you bury dead groundhogs?
Nowhere, they're already burried!

Ok, last one.... (not original)
What's a vampire's favorite pick-up line?
"What's your type?"

Super Important

I always thought it would be funny to make a post in webdings. I mean, does anyone acctually know how to read it? If not, would anyone actually go through the trouble to figure out what it means? Well I hope so seeing as I put the title of this blog 'Super Important'. It's sort of my strategy to waste your time. To prove my point, I will write random letters and numbers which have to significance. hfjdht44ta hg98fg hhjl4dfg hjalkdfhg4 have a nice day!

Whoo Whoo!

Oh MY Goodness! I just discovered that all of my blogs are no longer displayed on one page! That's right, now if you want to read all of my blogs to date, you have to click on a link! So in celebration, we will all meet one week from next thursday in www.celebratebecausecaitlinsblogismorethenonepage.cacomnetorg, you bring the cake and I'll bring the hats.
In other news, I know three (3) people celebrating birthdays today! Their initials are MB, AM, and NM. AM and NM are not twins, but they are super. So is MB. bonne fête!
My next bit of news goes as follows:
yesterday at vallue village I bought a little boys size 10 pants for halloween (which I'm still not sure I'm acctually dressing up for, if you can figure that out). Obviously, they have a very strechy waist and leave marks on my body, but I think it's funny, and they were way cheaper then adult's pants. Can you beleive how hard it is to find tight green pants? The only pair of adults pants that were green that I found were cotton on the outside, silk on the inside.It was so wrong that I acctually laughed while trying them on. Unfortunatly, they were too small.
So yesterday I went on one of the new busses for the first time. That's right, we have busses, and I went on them. They were cute and small but my favorite part was when, at the first stop, the busdriver got out to have a smoke outside of the superstore while we all watched. And I could understand it if he had like, a disease where he had to smoke every ten minutes and if he didn't his arms would fall off and the bus would crash and would all die and so he went outside for like, three puffs to save our lives, but I really don't think that was it. It was more like 'I'm the busdriver, I'm so cool, and me killing myself for ten minutes is way more important than these fine citizens ever reaching their destination.' Jeepers.
Jeepers, by the way, is a pretty funny word. It should also be a new brand of jeeps. Or an item of children's clothing. "Son, did you remember to put on your jeepers?"

IRA-Q-C

Please someone tell me that it's not sad that I just found out today that when they talk about gas prices comming from Iraq it's acctually IRAC, which stands for Island Regulatory and Appeals Commision, and not the geographical location. And yes I realize that that sentence was way too long. I also realize you shouldn't start a sentence with 'and'.

Boo Will Ferrell

So I watched the movie 'Kicking and Screaming' tonight, where Will Ferrell is coaching a little league soccer team, and I must say I was not too impressed. First of all, the 'man-who-randomly-ends-up-coaching a-little-league-sports-team-that's-in-last-place-but-wins-the-championship
[usually-involving-a-bet-amongst-coaches]' story line has been done quite a few times [my personal favorite is mighty ducks], and so it gets no points for originality. The other plot twist is that the first place team is coached by his super-competitive father, much like the 1994 movie 'Little Giants', where Rick Moranis randomly ends up coaching a little league team in last place, and his super-competitive brother coaches the first place team. Secondly, Will Ferrell was no good. His character was this calm guy who starts drinking coffee and goes nuts [it sounds like i'm sarcastic or not reading into it enought but honestly that's what happens], and it is completely not realistic. Honestly, I was more entertained by the kids then Will Ferrell.
Ahh the kids. This movie does get a couple points for it's actors under thirteen. The kids were super cute, and funny, my personal favorite was the kid who plays Beans from 'Even Stevens', he's great. The one who played Will Ferrell's son was really cute too. Oh, and the italians were amazing little soccer players. However, the kids were no match for the terrible script, and so the movie was still dissapointing.
On the other hand, one thing that never lets me down is Lipton Cup-a-Soup. But only the chicken noodle kind [which is actually just noddle, you never find chicken in it, and when you do, its sort of gross so I normally just throw it out].

Eureeka!

So after all this searching, today, october 5th 2005, at 10:09 am, I finally found out how to make titles for my blogs. Some might say it took a little too long, considering all you have to do is look at the entire page and see that there is a spot that says 'Title:', but anyways, thats ok. In honor of my finding the title bar, today's blog will be full of colour (the l is there). And since it's been slowing me down lately, today I will write about contruction.
Yesterday I had to wait in construction for ten minutes before they finally let our side go. TEN MINUTES! Holy moly it was annoying. AND there was a great big truck behind us that smelled bad. Well I guess I didn't really have much to say about construction, so how about... canaries? Well my sister once had a canary named Lucky that she got for Christmas. He was bright yellow, sat in a cage in the corner of our dining room, and chirped sweet tunes for us all day long. One day that winter we decided to go skating. The whole family piled into our van and off we were to the richmond rink. However none of us had realized that this cat we somewhat adopted, who was suppose to stay outside, got in. When we got back from our skate there were feathers all over the living room, and my sister was terrfied to find a little birdie foot behind the couch. Needless to say the cat got kicked out and my poor sister got way to many jokes about naming her bird 'Lucky'. On the bright side, mom and dad then bought her a budgy, which she cautiously named 'Mr. Joe', and he lived to a ripe old age. The Mr. Joe legacy was then continued when my younger brother got a hampster and named him 'Ninja Joe'. Ninja Joe proudly carried the Joe name for about four years, when he died shortly after Christmas day. My brother didn't seem to care. I cried.
On the topic of pets, I once had a pet fly. Or maybe it was an ant. Anyway, wings or no wings, my beloved insect lived beneath my bed in one of my mothers dishes, with four or five holes poked in the top. Why did he live under my bed? Well I didn't think my mother would have approved of this pet, so it was sort of top secret. I forget his name now, but I think it was Simon, after my bus driver. So everyday I would feed Simon crushed Cheerios and sometime syrup, and then watch him fly, or walk, or whatever he did, or just shake his dish for a little while. We were happy together. I don't remember how long Simon lasted, partly because I never knew if he was dead or a somniac [I'm assuming that's the opposite of insomniac]. Anyways, none of my other pets were quite so exciting, the rabbits who ate wood, the crazy dog who bit everybody, or the cat with six toes. So I guess that's all for today!