Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Second post

What a lame title! Can't think of anything cool...

Speaking of not being able to think, my nickname "snails," is quite fitting. It all started one day back in 1991 (I made that up) when my older sister Bekah Buttons started calling me Abisnail, because my real name is Abigail, and it rhymes. Genius, I know! Well, from there her husband, my brother-in-law David shortened it to just "snails." So that is my name. But it really has come to suit me well because I am just a slow person. Not like, slow, but I am quite "snailish." If you have ever heard me try to tell a story, you would know. Sometimes I will be in the middle of a sentence and I just stop- because I can't think of the right word I want to use. Hm, I think this calls for a numbered list:
1. I talk slowly. Usually Josh ends up finishing my stories.
2. I think slowly.
3. I've been working on this post for 25 minutes already.
4. I am the worst decision maker probably in the entire universe. I just go back and forth in my slow head about stupid things like what type of eggs to buy- brown? white? are all brown eggs organic? small? large? extra large? Josh always goes for extra large because he says it's more egg for your money. But now I am thinking, is it more painful for the chicken??
5. I read slowly.
6. I shower slowly... but what girl doesn't?
7. ... ... ...

I looked up some snail facts just now, and here is what I found. There are several things that make me NOT like a snail:
1. Snails are hermaphrodites. I surely am not!
2. Snails usually travel in irregular paths, often traveling in a circle. Ok, this happens to me sometimes.
3.
Snails are nocturnal animals which means they are more active at night. Definitely not me.
4.
Snails cannot hear. I have full use of my auditory system.
5.
May 24th is National Escargot Day! 3 days too late!! Ahhh, can't believe I missed it. There is always next year.

Ok, I promise this will be my only post about snails. I just had to get it out of the way so no one wonders about my blog title. Stay tuned for upcoming posts about my latest sewing projects.

I leave you with a short snail tale by
R. Wayne Edwards.

Where he goes he leaves a trail.
When he goes where he shouldn't be,
His trail is there for all to see.

Our life is like the little snail,
Where we go we leave a trail.

The things we do and the things we say,

Are the trail we leave from day to day.








4 comments:

Bekah said...

Um cutest post ever:
"is it more painful for the chicken?"
HILAR

i like the new blog look.

Lauren said...

I am with Bekah. This was the cutest post ever. Don't be weirded out by the fact that when I talk about you to Bekah, I call you Snails. I don't know if she told you, but I am now an honorary member of your family. Seeing is, I don't have any sisters. I hope you are cool with that :)

Abby said...

wow two whole comments! i feel so special. Lauren- that's ok, sometimes Bekah's older male friends call me Snails too. And welcome to the family! we are always up for more girls in our family.

Becca said...

so where have you been hiding this humor?!?!?