Vulneratum

remember to take special care about which bed you lay on… we are talking about a WHOLE DAY…. things start to happen when you lay down that long….

Problems I had were:

1. back pain
2. sudden nap syndrome
3. “Lazy legs” that what I call it at least… I got up to pee a couple times and my legs didn’t want to work
4. dry mouth (I was too lazy to get a drink)

Good LUCK WHEN YOU GUYS DO IT!!!

yep…. I need to get to work restoring it…

And in that class she told us a story… about when she was in Ireland and when she caught leprechaun. Now I am not sure if I could believe her… but the story went like this:

One day as a child I was playing in the wheat fields and I saw a little man, a leprechaun. I followed him and when he was not looking I caught him. He was very strong for his size but I was very determined to keep a hold on him. After he realized he would not escape he asked me what I wanted. My replay was simple “Your pot of gold of course.” “Of course.” was his reply. He then led me deep into the wheat fields to his pot of gold. As we walked he told me his name was Shamish, and that he had a son, named Shamishon (funny I know but that is what she told me…). Now there is a trick to keeping a leprechaun after it has been caught. You never take your eyes of him. As we walked, Shamish suddenly screamed pointing “There is my son Shamishon!” “Ahhhh no.” I shook my finger at him, “You cannot trick me like that I know I cannot look away.” “Well you are a smart little girl” said Shamish. So we continued walking several times he tried to trick me, “there is my wife!” he screamed. “Ahhhhh an Elephant!” he even tried to say that the fields were on fire. But nothing could make me remove my eyes. Then he stopped and said pointing “There is my pot of Gold!” I lifted my eyes quickly to see, only to find empty space. He vanished from my grip. And I never saw him again. Then to my horror I discovered I was lost. And because of my size I could not see over the wheat very well. Two days later my parents found me. Tired and scared and not fare from where Shamish had left me.

Now that is the story the nun told me. I know it’s crazy. But you should have been there when she told the story. How can you not believe a nun? A NUN

So…. I am going to catch one of those buggers on day.

the bad thing is I live in texas…. crap!