If You Like Luge I Wouldn't Recommend Reading This

Last night, as I was sitting in my room playing with string at 2 am I had an epiphany. I've decided that we are all dead, and there is a parallel universe where people are actually alive. And in the alive universe we are better at EVERYTHING, except luge, our skills get better after we die. So I shall call that place Alive. And once you die on Alive, you come here. Earth where you have to deal with government, and other problems like that. So Alive is this awesome place where you party all the time and then once you die from over party-ing (the only way to die) you go to earth. Then on earth you can die again (if that's what pleases you) and hang in the Over-Underworld, which is like the Underworld, but over it. They have cool underwear in the Over-Underworld.  And again, you lose your skills at everything, except for luge. The more you die the better you get at luge.  Now let's say you decide that you cannot stand luge and don't want to be any good at it. Well you just have to un-dead yourself then. But guess what? You can't! Hahaha. Now you are eternally getting better at luge and you don't know what to do with yourself. I need to find a way to un-dead people, because subjecting millions to luging is a terrible fate.

Another Post About My Troubles With Guys

So I was had a sleep over with my friend last night (actually she is on my couch sleeping at the moment) and once it got past midnight my dad made us turn off the lights and "go to sleep" so instead we had idle chit chat. And out of the blue she decided that I like this one kid that we are friends with. And I denied it, because that's what I do. But with further prompting I gave in and said that I liked him, but only a bit. (Fun fact! This kid is dating someone else) Not enough to date him, because that would make things awkward. And I've known him forever and a day, and dating is just... eh. But that brought me onto the topic of: I Like People And Then Don't Want To Deal With It, So I Stop Liking Them. So I'll like a guy for two days, and then decide that it's too much of a hassle, so I stop. Doesn't really work, because it doesn't, but after a while I do forget about them. I think I do it because everyone I'm friends with makes fun of you if they found out if you like someone. And we also make up that you are deeply in love with someone, who you really aren't. (Lemonade Kristen?) And it's all in good fun, and in the end we are all happy for you if you do like someone, and eventually date that someone. But it is still annoying to have to deal with the taunting, and the general not letting go of the topic. So I squash the feeling, just because I don't want to deal with anything, and it is slightly uncharacteristic of me to date people. The only time I did was a disaster.

Another thing we talked about was how our group of friends are so connected to each other in weird ways, and if someone were to leave it would throw everything off, at least for a little while. But it's not like there are mini groups who happen to share people (like a Venn Diagram) but all intersecting lines that connect to everyone. And you don't like every one, I mean I have a deep rooted hatred for some, but you are still connected. And I like that, and to me it seems that we are the only group of kids in the school who do that (then again I am closed minded, but we shall ignore that for the moment). And we also are one of the few "sections" who intermingle guys and girls, not only dating, but with friendship. Which I think is awesome. Leave your thoughts please!

Hello, I'm Back!

I'm done! My six hours a day of field hockey are over! And I know I shouldn't be that happy, but walking up stairs (or down them for that matter) was PAINFUL. But now my thigh muscles are much more toned and my butt looks fantastic (just kidding there). And I'm also done at my mom's work. I'm sad that I can't hang with the office golden retriever, but I'll see her soon. It's a bunch of people in my family's birthdays soon, so I'll give you some updates on intense birthday antics.

Gnomes love birthdays!

SWAT

So I was "working" and drew this magnificent picture of a member of a Super Waffle Attack Team (SWAT) Member. Here is is!

He is clarifying that he guards the pancake President.
And that he is surrounded by a cloud of mystery.

I'm working!

The Blogblog's at work! Well actually I'm just goofing off in my mom's office because it is closer to the camp I'm going to. So for an hour and a half every day I get to hang out and do nothing. My mom makes stories, and then puts them onto puzzles. Most of them involve me because I'm awesome, and because they are personalized and I am her favorite child. So I'm probably going to update quite a bit if I can get computer access to rant about my life as a worker person. There's a dog in the office! She is pretty cool. I've been investigating my way around, and chilling out drawing pictures. That's another thing. I'm not going to be able to draw anything unless I'm at home. That's okay, the drawings weren't that good anyway. Adios!

The Evil Vacuum (And now I know how to spell Vacuum)

My vacuum is a zombie. By that I mean it half works. We've had that thing for more than five years, and it was a piece of junk the day it was purchased. Over the past few years it became my responsibility to vacuum, and with that came me sucking things up that I shouldn't have been (like thread or straw) and hitting every piece of furniture in the house. But in the past few months that vacuum and I have formed a hatred for one another. It will break and it will be "my fault" because I sucked up litter, of knocked it against something. Well today I beat that stupid vacuum.

We recently got a new belt for it, because I shredded the old one (surprise surprise). But the new one was too small, and apparently that smell of burning rubber was some random part of the vacuum hitting the too small belt, and that part died. When my dad started taking it apart to diagnose the problem, he made me turn it on to see if he had fixed the monster. Instead it just started to smoke. Way to go dad. So I couldn't really vacuum effectively. But I still had to! Using only the hard floors setting on carpets is EVIL. We're thinking of getting a new vacuum, and when we do, I will finally win the war with the vacuum from the the underworld.

The Evil Vacuum in its natural habitat.

The Fiery Ice cream pits of doom.

P.S: The random new paragraph had no meaning, I just wanted a new paragraph somewhere.

Grrr. I'm either angry or being a lion.

I am in a bad mood. I was talking to my friend, delivering a message from a different friend. Then he said something about how he thought I was going to send bad news. And now he's not elaborating! It's been more than twenty four hours of me bothering him to tell me, and nothing. I still don't know what the "bad news" could have been. I was slightly worried that it was he may have developed an allergy to something amazing like hamburgers, of churros, but I won't know until he tells me! So I've been playing the guilt card.

Me: You know, if I die in the next five minutes, I'll die without knowing. Then you'll have to live with that guilt.

Him: No, if you die, it'll be your fault.

A Few Minutes Pass

Me: I just died. Now you feel guilty. (On a side note I keep typing quilty)

Him: No, not really.

See! I can't do anything! Maybe if he would tell me... I'll try bribing him with cake or something later. But you can't do that to people. Bring things up and then brush them off. And then tell them that you will tell them. And then don't. Because that is mean.

In other news, my mom updated the browser on the computer, and it annoys me. Change is good (who doesn't like nickels and dimes?) But this is just annoying. It is all different! And to top it all off, everyone is on trips and stuff, and I'm all alone. Not really, but not too many people are updating their blogs. So instead I've been trying to make this piece of crud better, and have more people read it. Not really working, but the mighty internet says that if I update often and have interesting topics people will just come. I update often. 50% of the criteria, which is still failing. I'll just be more interesting (or try to be). Or maybe I could post random comments on random blogs so they will start following me. The first idea is probably better.

The Blogblog needs YOU!

I am on the computer a lot, like four times a day. I obsessively check my email, and now my blog. That only amuses me for a few minutes (as no one ever COMMENTS, so there's nothing for me to read *hint hint*) So I've been trying to find other blogs to stalk in my spare time. And I've been looking, but a vast majority of blogs out there are all about Christian moms, and their children. Not the best reading material out there. So I'm counting on you. Yeah you. To help me find really good blogs/ websites to help me waste time. Or find me followers, because that always puts me in a good mood. In other news Declan has beach training (for karate) and is gone for the entire day, so there is some peace and quiet. (Quiet, quiet, the queen insists on quiet. (What show is that from? Most of you should know!)) Any way, these are the last days I have with out camp. Dutch field hockey camp, and then nature camp (I'm a loser). So no more three postings a day. Oh well, I'll make up for it this weekend.

Majestic Unicorn!

Salad Party!

Well my mom taught Ian (my four year old brother) how to make salad. With the salad spinner, and dressing, all that jazz. So he made us all lunch today, and it was, Guess what? Salad. Then I come home from hanging around town like the B.A. teenager I'm not, and hop on the computer. I walk back into the kitchen, and see a bunch of salad. By a bunch I mean nine bowls. All sitting there, with different dressings and the likes. So now m house has a surplus of salad, that would usually go to my rabbit, but as there is Italian dressing on it, she can't eat it. And the lettuce was be and was left out from lunch, so it is inedible for humans. So if you want some wilted salad made by a four year old, come by my house. It'll be a party.

You know what? If you comment I'll give you a wilted Ian Salad.

Hi Emily!

Look to your right. Do it! Now scroll down, and look at my followers. But then scroll back up. I have two again! Go say hi to her, and click on her face. Her name is Emily and she likes my blog. Let's hope that she doesn't leave me like the other person did. I can't deal with that again. You'll have to read another post of me crying on the couch. That's really it, but I have no life, and will update soon! I'll leave you with a picture of a lion!

The Heat Is Not My Friend

So there is a really bad heat wave this week, and it is a pain in my butt. My house doesn't have central air, like half the town, so we power by in the window air conditioners and fans. Usually, it doesn't get this hot, and I'm not affected by the heat, so I didn't ask my dad to put in the AC in my room. Bad choice. Now it's too late to ask, because asking him to put it in during 100 degree weather is not my best plan, so I now have to deal with it. So I used to go to sleep in my room, wake up at 4:30 because it got too hot, move down in the air conditioned den, and then be woken up at 7:30 by small unwanted brothers. Then yesterday, I was going to sleep in the attic, which has an air conditioner and can be locked. And then the power went out. No AC for me. So I slept in the den, with all the doors opened, hoping to get some cool air. The power went back on, but I wasn't about to move. So then my brothers came down really early (like 6:30) and decided to play Wii at top volume. I hate the heat.

Bricks, and Being Serious

Okay so someone noticed that I hadn't been posting in a while, so now I am! So today I shall be somewhat serious (or as serious I can be) And I know that is hard to fathom, because there is a picture of a brick with arms and legs in the middle of the post, but get over it. So I was at my friend's pool, with a bunch of other people and we were playing some game that was like soccer, in the pool. And one of my friends (who is a guy) is a BRICK. And unstoppable. And he was the driving force of the other team. So my helpless attempts to stop him from scoring was putting in a head lock and hanging off his back.

This is a somewhat accurate picture of my friend

(On a side note, I have known this kid since first grade, we are somewhat close) But he just kept swimming around, so I gave up. Then I would have a moment that I thought it would work again, so I tried again. It didn't work. (Kind of like in Jimmy Neutron when Sheen became overlord, and when the costume was electrocuted he kept on poking it so see if it was done sending electricity through his body)

That went on for the rest of the time, with me epically failing the entire time. But I was also on top of my other friend (who is a girl) for around a half an hour, just picking her up and moving her around, not letting go. So I was being fair. When we all stopped (my team won by the way) some of the other girls came up to me and said that it looked like I liked Brickman. (Not what we call him, but whatever) Maybe because Brickman's girlfriend was there, but everyone was joining in, so maybe not.

This made me think (rare occurrence) that I was on him for maybe ten minutes, but I was hanging on the girl for way more than that. Yet I was still madly in love with Brickman. No one ever brought up that I am madly in love with the girl (not that I am, but for the sake of the argument). Why, as a society, is our first thought that minimal contact with the opposite sex instantly means attraction? And that is why I slightly avoid my friends who are guys, just so everyone else doesn't peg that I am deeply in love with them, because physical contact is the best way for me to pay attention to what you are saying. Or else that dead bunny on the side of the road becomes what I am focusing on, not how you cut your toe scuba diving in Canada. (Which seems like a great story).

So I was walking home with this guy, lets call him... Pedro. So Pedro and I were walking home, and then I got a text from another friend (a girl) asking if we wanted to meet her at a local school playground. We said yes so we got there and were waiting for her at aforementioned playground, it TOTAL SILENCE. From around a year of avoiding talking to guys one on one, I am now incompetent on starting conversations. So we sat there in silence for ten minutes. Once the friend came (the girl one) I was fine with talking to him just not by myself. So yeah, that's it, but I would LOVE your input/thoughts/feelings/off topic rantings in the comments section.

Evil Math= Random Me

This post was going to be about how I have to do a math sheet that's due the first day of school. And that I do not want anything to do with it. But it keeps coming up in my thoughts and attacking me! So I drew the picture first. It started out as the paper running. Then I gave it a light saber. And fangs. And then I drew me. My hair reminded me of a porcupine, so I changed it to that. Then I was thinking of rodents, and made a squirrel riding a blimp. And a bear's claw ripping paper. Then I made a cloud of acid. Then I found the patterns and had fun with that. So that is what I think about doing math sheets.

New Fad!

So here is my awesome plan: I start a not so awesome fad that everyone follows, kind of like Ugg(ly)s or Ferbies. So here is is! You braid the front portions of your hair, and then pin it up, to form a loop. Like that girl in Avatar! This came upon me when I was talking with my friend about having nothing to do with my hair that is too short and just hangs in my face when it's up. She jokingly said I should braid it. I thought it was an awesome plan, and promptly did. Now I love it! No, it kinda looks stupid, but I'm being the different spazz I usually I am. So if everyone I know/who reads this blog starts doing that, it will spread through put the world, and I can say that I started a fad! So here are some diagrams of what it looks like!

With braids!

LIke the girl in Avatar!

Goodbye Canary Colored Underwater Vehicles

I have Yellow Submarine stuck in my head. Not good. I am incapable to do anything else besides hum mindlessly. So I shall rant about it. Number one: Not that many people can live in a submarine. The one that went down some important trench (it is the deepest in the world) could only hold two people. Not and entire community of people hanging out. Also, it would probably cost a ton to live on a submarine. How could you eat? You wouldn't be able to farm or hunt of anything, so you'd be stuck eating astronaut food with all the water sucked out of it. Not tasty. And even if you got past those obstacles I'm sure most people couldn't put up with being in that small a space with their loved ones. They're called loved ones because you love when they aren't there to bug you. So they'd go crazy, and start murdering everyone on the happy yellow underwater vehicle. So maybe you are prepared for that, and kick the crazies of the sub, and start playing your anthem really loudly. WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE A YELLOW SUBMARINE A YELLOW SUBMARINE. You are going to start annoy sea creatures with your annoying British music. (I may offend people while saying this, but I don't really love the Beatles. They are great, but would be no where with out LSD. They have some good songs, but doesn't everybody? Not in my top 10 of favorite bands.) Those creatures are going to be overly annoyed, and will tear your precious submarine apart. I just hope you packed scuba gear, because you are going to need it while you are floating in the ocean. I don't know when I decided that you are driving said yellow submarine, but I did. So here is what you have to put up with if you ever get near me in a yellow submarine blasting British music. I would suggest staying away with your fancy yellow underwater technology.

Not my best drawing, but you get the point.

You're Welcome Lexa!!

Alexa, this one's for you! So my friend gave me the RENT soundtrack, and I loved it. But never having seen the stage show, I made up what all the people looked like. I'm not very good at imaging complex people, so they were all stick figures. In this scene Mimi knocks on Roger's door and asks for him to light her candle. And I envisioned Mimi sliding across the ground, because that's how stick figures move in my world. Before I got around to seeing the stage show, Mimi was blonde in my world, but she doesn't really have blonde hair, so I changed it. If I'm bored I may give you other experts of shows that I made the characters up as stick fugures. [Title of show] or anything else I can find. So here it is!

Roger is looking very confused, and Mimi really wants that candle lit!

Some Saddening Updates

I lost a follower. This blog isn't very user friendly, as most people don't want to hear me rant about nothing. Bye Bye. Or maybe I offended her with my ever so sudden changing of the background. That could be it... On the upside, I had a fun time drawing pictures, so I think I'm gonna keep up with that. Here are some that express my day!

I woke up

I was devastated that I had only one follower

I moped on the couch

So that's all. My couch really isn't purple, but I wanted it to be. So ha!

Yeah yeah, I'm stopping soon

And a tree!

Panda

I found my calling. No I'll stop drawing once I get bored. Here's a Panda:

Here he is again!

This is the picture I drew of the angelic Koala.

Thanks dad, who helped me save it so I could post it on here!

My Plot

I think I have a new goal for life. To take over the UNIVERSE! I'll start with Universal Studios, because it sounds similar. That's really it... I need a life.

I haven't had a picture lately, so enjoy this angelic koala.

Ooooh Red

So, as you can see, my background is different. That is because some one left a comment asking me to change the text color. I PAY ATTENTION TO THE COMMENTS!! But I did like that red, so I kept it as the background color. Tell me if you want anything else changed, or anything for me to mindlessly post something of your choice. I'm all ears. And my brother got the Lego Harry Potter game, and I LOVED IT. They had some of the story but changed it to make it funny for all the kids who don't care about the story line. There is a part in the beginning where a cat is on a street and Dumbledore walks up to it at taps it, and then McGonagal walks up behind him, and the cat runs away. I found that hilarious, but I scared my brother with my maniac laughing. Too bad for him.

I'm Sorry

I have a confession to make. I lied in that last post. I know in some other post I said I would never lie to you ever, but I did. I said that I like people, where in all reality I hate them. Yes, I avoid interaction with people at all costs. Now I now what you're thinking, "She must have friends or something like that." Or you could be thinking "I could go for pudding right now." Both of these thoughts I would have to agree with you. I do have friends, but they are either highly developed holograms, or aliens that I imported from the kinda planet, Pluto. (Which used to be my favorite planet, until some stupid scientist decided to make my life hell, and took it off the planet list (The same thing happened with indigo and the rainbow color list)) So really, I don't interact with people on a day to day bias. For many people that could be a problem, but I found some sure fire ways that I can avoid homo-sapien-sapiens daily.

1)Get other people to pay for things. This is a big one, I don't like having to deal with people when buying things. For some odd reason they got the thought that I would be able to decide what I want, then tell them what I want. So to avoid having to interact with those kind of people I give my friends cash, and ask them to go deal with the cashiers for me. This is sometime a problem when some of my more untrustworthy holograms/aliens run away with my money. But it's okay, because some of my holograms will actually bend to my willing, and pay for me, and then give my what I paid for, and the extra cash! (And I know there was a lot of comma splicing, but I DON'T CARE.)

2) Mumble Under My Breath Sometimes I am in a public place, like school and some person I don't want to talk to comes up to me and starts a conversation. Cue mumbling there. I just say some random crud under my breath, and usually scares them away. Some of my favorite phrases are: The penguins and polar bears teamed up and are starting a nuclear war, the humahumankanukaapua'a is a native fish of Hawaii, Stegomastodon can be spelled to the tune of the catchy song they play in ball parks. That way their tiny human brains are confused, and they forget what they came to bother me about.

Really, those are the only two I can come up with at the moment. But if I ever to have to talk to humans I spend five minutes planning what I have to say so it goes smoothly. Oh, and I got another follower! I don't know who they are, but their name is cool! Go click on her face in the followers part, but if she's human you can avoid her. I'm going to ramble on for a while, because I'm in the mood to make a really long post. If you have to go so something important I would suggest leaving, because this my go on for a while.

I'm still very sorry for lying to you, I'll try to stop. My brother is getting the Lego Harry Potter wii game! (The older of the younger ones, the one who's post was about legos) And that really means that I'm getting the Lego Harry Potter Wii game! My parents think I'm being nice and trying to put up with my brother, when really I just want to play Harry Potter. Speaking of book movie things, my dad is trying to stay hip with the times, and has decided to compare everything with Edward and Jacob. (Before I go on a rant and offend some Twilight loving fool, I DID read the books, and they weren't all that good) So he'll walk up to me "You have two choices. Edward, or Jacob?" Or "What do you want to eat? Edward, or Jacob?" or "Choose one, Edward of Jacob?" Me: "Uhhhhh... Harry Potter?" Him: "Okay, that's where I'm going running today." So that is my dad being hip and cool. If you're still reading, I'm proud of you. Any way, while we are on the topic of running, I shall talk about the Dutch, more specifically, field hockey. It is my sport of choice, and I have been working to improve my skills, so I can actually make the team, so I won't be a slug, so my parents won't bother me, so I can have some peace. So I've been running, which is painful, and going to this center filled with Dutch guys who teach field hockey and soccer. And there my person who was helping my be better (who was HOT! And DUTCH! With and ACCENT!) made me sprint while crouching, which HURTS. So now I am being sore and avoiding all types of activity, not including going on the computer. That's why I typed so much, because I'm not about to move until I can walk around with out splitting pain in my knees. New topic!!! I think I'm going to go back and put random words in a different color so they make a sentence. Ha just finished! Now go back and read the sentence that doesn't make much sense! But them come back, or I will be lonely. I've typed TONS! And no one is reading this now, but it's okay. I'm having a whale of a time typing this. Whale of a time, what kind of phrase is that? Whales aren't know to have good times. I mean killer whales must have fun killing things, but that's about it. I don't make new paragraphs often. I'm going to start a new one!

Look at that, I even hit tab! That brings me to a story. In third grade, when we had books that taught us how to write well, there was a page on paragraphs. And there was a paragraph, outlined in a spikey bubble thing, and it was all about paragraphs. BUT IT WASN'T A PARAGRAPH!!! Yes that's right, it was only four sentences. I could have never gotten away with that. But third grade was a bad year for me, my teacher hated my guts. Before I start having flashbacks on the terrible times I had in third grade, I'm going to stop this post. So bye!

I don't know what is going on in my head...

Okay, so today I went to go have lunch, but wasn't really in a lunchy mood. So I was searching the depths of my pantry and found brownie mix. And I REALLY wanted those brownies. Badly. But, being the lazy person I am, I didn't want to make them. My parents didn't understand my plight. "Just make the brownies Olivia." I will not! You'll just eat all of them. I was going to use the excuse that it is hot out, but I am wearing a sweatshirt and pants, so that wasn't about to work. I wish that I could just say brownies and, shabang, brownies would appear. Or that someone would make me brownies (hint hint). The first one is way cooler, but the second is more probable.

Not that kind of brownie, the food kind.

On to numero dos of things that have happened to me today! So my parents for the last few years have gotten summer learning books as punishment for me not getting the

grades they want. But, HA! to them, as I got straight A's and you can't do better than that. So they have decided to make both of my brothers miserable with learning during the summer. My eldest younger brother has decided that I brought this misfortune upon him, and is quite upset. Oh, well stinks for him. But my mom said that she didn't get me one, because if I keep up with this blog, I am using my brain, which is equal to those godforsaken packets. Thanks mom. So considerate of you to not torture me. I was going to say other stuff but I can't really remember. I found this other cartoon blog thing, and I LOVE IT. Here is the link. http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ It is HILARIOUS in my point of view. Click on the link and love it! And there is another comic site thing: http://xkcd.com/ My friend's brother showed it to my other friend, and I read over her shoulder. It is pretty cool, and I've read all of them.

What my brother will look like this summer (hahaha)

So if all three of the people who read this blog cooperate my idea will be quite cool. Here is my idea: You can ask me a question, through comments, and I will answer. Just like I always do if you comment, even if

you don't ask any question. I stalk my own blog, and I am emailed when you comment. I always know what is happening (not really, but I wanted to sound cool). Then after there are enough questions I will make a post, choosing my favorite ones. That is my kinda-ish awesome plan. You people better cooperate. And if you have no questions go get some one else addicted to this site, and they can ask questions! I like people (Sometimes...) and would love more of them to see my blog. I don't even have to know them! If you are at the dentist and they ask if you've read any good blogs lately, inform Dr. Whatyamacallit about the blog blog!!! Then he can read it instead of drilling into your teeth which will keep you away from pain. That's all! I promise I'll post again when something somewhat cool happens to me. Or something plain stupid that the world needs to know.

I kinda like people...

They are HUNGRY

I would like to draw your attention over to your right hand side (sorry all you lefties out there) and scroll down a bit. But not yet, after you read this. I added FISH! And you can feed them! Just click on the box and you give those cute little koi fish food. Don't over feed them though, ad they will die. Or grow to monumental sizes and then take over a remote island country. That would be bad. That's all, as I am too lazy to think of anything else to say, but I'm sure I'll be back in less than 24 hours. Have fun, feed the fish!!!

Brahmen Cows, The Ugly Beasts

Ello chaps! I'm back, and this time with a british accent! Well not really, but I hope you forgive me for lying to you. Today I would like to talk to you about: . Actually I have nothing to say. Well, that's sad. I HAVE NO TOPIC!!! This is the worst thing that has happened to me today! What is this post going to be about? Cows? No. Well actually... YES! So I was searching wikipedia one day, as I was quite bored, and not knowing what to search I put in cows. And it was a lot of words, so I just looked at all the pictures (I do that quite frequently). And there was this really weird cow!!! Like really really really really really really really really really weird looking. Here is a picture!

I know that this isn't the actual picture from Wiki, but the original one was too big to fit in this tiny blog. It's okay, just search cows on Wiki, and there will be one that looks like a goat if you scroll down far enough. This great bovine is called a Brahman Cow. It is VERY odd looking, but we can look past that. At least I hope we can. Don't discriminate against the ugly cow!! I'm sure they have to deal with that all the time. "No mommy I don't want to pet that cow, it's ugly!" But then again, they may live longer. "That cow is too ugly to eat! Get me a normal cow for my steak!" I think one day a month we should all be nice to the Brahman cow and complement it on how pretty it is. So go be nice to a cow!