Have you ever been soooo bored that no matter what you do...you're bored? Well...I have. I'm at that point. I'm so bored everything is boring me, no matter what it is. I'm past the point where the dumbest thing entertains me, like doing the wave with your fingers or something equally as fun. It all is boring. I'm getting bored just sitting here writing about how bored I am!! Everyone is in Utah! What do they see in that place?!? I mean...I'm here. What more could they want? ME is in Utah with our older sister till Tues - shaith - day, my best friend Ninny is in Utah for another week and a half. Ugh! My mom and dad are busy and my little sister actually has a life. What is there to do around here?!? You take funny pictures and blogert!! That's what I've succumed to.


Sittin' here. Blogerting. Finding Nemo in the background.

Raise of hands! Who's heard of "Vini. Vidi. Vici."?

Raise of foots! Who know's what it means?!?

Oh, oh! I do! I do! Pick me! I know it! I swear I do! I know it! I know! I know!! I know!!!

"Vini. Vidi. Vici." - "I came. I saw. I conquered." An excessively operose assessment that uses distinctive mechanized enumerated untensil to conceive statistical data, such as...what the quote represents your life, mine was "Vini. Vidi. Vici." Or what exactly your personality is, such as mine which I'm PROUD to say. (i'm very very very very proud to say.) is 74%nerd, and 26% dork. D:]

Thank you Facebook.

For these extemely important

life lessons.

Yupper depper depper.....wow have times changed. Someone now would say, Oh jaa! Thad be phat!! w0rd. My mother and I were watching a movie and this lady walks out with her hair slicked back to a tight bun on the very top of her head. My mother tells me, we used to do our hair like that in the 70s! We called them, terds, cause that's what they looked like. Can you imagine calling you haird a terd?

"Hey mom! Prom is tonight! Can you put a terd on my hair?" or

"Mom! Why doesn't my terd ever look like her terd?" or

"Jack, Susie had a terd in her hair...W-O-W! Was she fine or what!!!"

A miracle happened today!!! A true life miracle! I made wonder, dilicious, awesome, beautiful cookies!! "Why is this a miracle," Bob asks. "Let her finish the story," Jean adds. "I would if she kept tellin' it!" Bob screams at Jean. "Ugh. Bob, she would if you would let her continue." Anywhose. This is a miraculous (spelling?) event because of one rather simple thing. I am a murderer...of cookies... Do you not believe me? Well....you should. }:D

Look at them!! Look at those ugly dead things!! What I did wrong we will never know..

*tear. sniff.* They never stood a chance. The top left cookie..the chocolate....*sniff*....the chocolate was burned. The bottem left cookie. That's supposed to be...to..t-t-t-o..to be...one cookie. I'm sorry I'm just blubbering over here..I'm s-s-sorry. It's just s-s-s-s-s-s-sad. *wah* The other two cookies on the bottom...the middle isn't even cooked all the way...what..w-what went wrong? D':] ? We will never know.


But don't worry!! My cookies today were excellent!!!!! Beautiful!!! Wonderful!!! Alive! They were tap dancing.

Poll of Yea or Nay -- Male tap dancer

Sokay, my friend...we'll call him...hm....IronMan. Is in a play. He auditions and all this good stuff and goes home thinking "I hope I don't have a big dancing part. I hope I don't have a big dancing part." He gets the results...Dancer A...baharharhar! He get's to tap dance al over the place. Now tell me that isn't funny. Tell me that isn't funny!! Tell me that isn't funny! Tell me that isn't funny. (If anyone tells me that isn't funny know...Liars die....I'm just saying.)

Sokay, I see this thing on this musical called "Hair" talk about weird. I want to know what it's about and so I look it up. Look at what it tells me.

"Hair tells the story of the "tribe", a politically active,

long-haired "Hippies of the Age of Aquarius"

fighting against the conscription to the Vietnam War

and living a bohemian life together in New York City."

Raise of hands: Who understands this? If you are ever explaining something to someone...don't use words longer than your last name. Like politically active or consciption or bohemian. And phrases such as Hippies of the Age of Aquarius...most people with just get lost.

Raise of feet: Who doesn't understand this? ME!!!

Sokay, Mia! That devil of a dog is up to no good again. So I'm not too happy with her. She shaithed in my room and up-chucked on my pants!! Yeah. Not cool. }:^[ I'm not happy at all. Well today she just added to the horribleness of her horrible...ness. I had just come home from summer school. No food since last night, and I was hungry. I make myself a little sandwhich, and when I'm almost done making it my mom calls.

"You need to clean up the dog poop in the backyard before i get home. I'm ten minutes away."

So no pressure right? I put the finishing touches on my sandwhich put it on the counter and go off to pig up her shaith. I finish as my mom pools in the drive way and go in to eat my food, glad that horrible moment in my life was over. (It was shaith.) I open the door and the dog is there, looking up at me. An evil glint in her eye. Yes! There was an evil glint!! I wasn't making things up!! She was looking menacingly up at me, literally licking her chomps. Her lips. Her shaith pie-hole.

I come in the kitchen and my SANDWHICH IS GONE! ALL THAT IS LEFT ARE SOME CRUMBS! THE SHAITH DOG STOLE MY FOOD. I clean up her poop, she crapped in my room, threw up on my pants, beats me up, and hogs any sitting or sleeping spot (She likes couches and beds. Particularly my bed.) I hate hate hate it! Hate it. Hate it!!

Well ME (yes the other Osmart Sister is still alive) She comes home tomorrow night. (She called me today. OOOoo, aren't I special. She just called. For no particular reason. It was pretty cool.)

Got me sad though... She told me about how she was hanging out w/my bestfriends. (They're twins and their older sister was ME's bestfriend.) ANd how my other best friends - sokay, the twins are the best guy friends the other best friends are the best GIRL friends (I don't bend that way so don't even think that.) - miss me. And I'm stranded!

Question of the day: Why aren't drapes double sided so it looks nice on the inside and outside of the home?

Answer of the day: People are DUMMIE BEARS!! What is it about that stupid people thing you people not understand...oh...wait....baharharhar.

I'm gonna bounce! Stay Fresh!

We Rock. Love Us. [:D

Ode' To Smart

O! World I am here!

I can't seem to stop,

Being filled with happiness and cheer.

O! World don't let me start,

Just let me say now

I'm O-so beautiful and Osmart.

Sorry to end it there....I ran out of ideas. But I'm sure that that one little verse/stanza thing was enough to fulfill your lifes. You can now die happy. Speaking of happy do you wanna know what? Happiness is all relative. I mean, you can be happy with what you got or not. I saw this today, "No one cares if you're miserable, so be happy." 'Aint that the truth.

Happiness can also be missleading. We have a dog, Mia is her name. Cutes little puppy we assume to be about a year old - 9 to 10 months is what we're thinking. So she's a puppy. A German Shepard Mix. Quite adorable. She was cute at first.

She made us so happy for about a week right? Less than a month later....i consider her to be the devil. }:D We leave her for an hour right? Just one hour!! (I think is is funny...my mom's not too happy. And ME was the one who had to clean it since she was the that walked in on the dog making the mess and we were all in a different city. [:D Sucka!) We no longer have living plants in our house!!! ME's fish oscar is missing all his cool little fake plants in his fish bowl even. (She ate the platic grass in his bowl, but not the fish...funny. She also ate the little "No Fishing" sign in his bowl) Mia is hilarious! But she's a monster!!!

This is a little of the damage done. My mom's sad. She has no more living plants. In the picture on the bottom there are sunglasses, a sponge, the only found piece of the "No Fishing" sign, a picture book my mom made full of my brother's missionary pictures, a cup, at the very very top shows part of an onion from my mom's garden. This dog is a destroyer of all things. [:D But I think it is funny.


Sokay, if you have a dog...have you ever had one run out the door so you try chasing them down? Have you ever had one that turns it into a game? Mia seems to like to run around a car. You chase her and chase her around the car and decide to go the other direction so she'll run straight into you. You turn the corner to see her not running, when she see's you she takes off in the opposite direction. You turn around and start running to find she's not on the other side. You walk back to the original side and there she is. Staring triuphantly at you. This is a PUNK dog. and she does this to me all the time. (She and I have a mutual agreement to hate eachother. I don't like her, she don't like me.)


One time me and her were playing around and she kept biting me, being cruel, giving me welts. I lie on the ground ready to be done...SHE GRABBED MY PONYTAIL AND PULLED ME ACROSS THE ROOM!!!!

Cruel cruel dog!! Course I was being brutal to her the entire time also. [:D

Sokay, what is every younger siblings dream or wish? TO BE TALLER THAN THEIR OLDER SIBLING!! ME is super short. Like 5' 5 3/4" right? I just finished 9th grade and I haven't grown an inch, i haven't grown a cm, i haven't grown 1/10 of a mm....I'm stuck at 5 shaith feet and 4 shaith inches!!! Exactly- exactly!!!! what I was this time last year! Is this really one of those worlds that put me on the shorter end of the stick? A world that won't let me measure up to younger sibling code? One that will make someone like me have back/neck problems from having to look up at everyone I talk to? I mean most of my guy friends (I hang out w/mostly guys) are already 5'10" or taller. One is 6"1" and he's 15! They haven't even started really growing yet!! My younger sister is almost as tall as I am...it's unfair. She's only 12 years old. What the shaith is this?!? Unfair. That's what it is. Oh well. I'll get over it.

Don't you hate when you say something and no one takes you seriously? No matter how serious you're being? Good for them!! "Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive." For example...Me and I decided we're going to try and diet. We tell our friends that and they literally laugh in our faces. I guess when our motto for the last couple years is I'd rather be fat and happy than skinny and and hungry a word like diet is laughable, but still. We were serious about it...till about two day later. "As of right now you should diet and excercize daily. You'll die anyways, but at least you'll look good doing it."

Question of the day: If you were a pirate what would your catch phrase be?

Answer of the day: What the bloody devil are ye scallywags doin' with me booty?

"The Average woman would rather have beaty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think" -- a true DUMMIE BEAR

We rock. Love us. [:D

Osmart Sister Leaves Town [:D

Guess what!!! So since life is so unfair to me sometimes. (Not unfair, i just have bad luck, really. Wait...is there a difference between the two? I think so.) ME is not here right now. She won't be here the next few days! She's in Utah! That means free reign for me!!! ( I guess that could make it fair.)

Baharharhar!

But seriously now. Life has taught me one thing, if you can't yo-yo then you're going to be stuck in bad times. Right? Right? Wrong. If you can't yo-yo then play catch. Seriously I'm deep and insightful. Life is like a yo-yo you have you're downs and you have your ups. Well I don't know how to yo-yo! So...play catch with the yo-yo. It works. [:D -- That's my little buddy. He's got a uni brow and sideburns!!

Deep and insightful, I'm deep.and.in.sight.ful.

Sokay, school is a place to learn, even if it is over the summer. Am I right? Well if there is one thing I learned in my 5 SHAITH HOURS!!of schooling today it is this and only thins (as said by Mr. Gourde):

"There are very few things in life you must hate.

The things you must hate are

1.) Bad food

and

2.) Dirty Diapers"

-- Mr. Gourde

Algebra 2

Summer school

2009

We must all give Mr. Gourde a pat on the back, high five, hug, round of applause, or sincere silence the next time these brilliant words of wisdom run through our mind. I'll give you a few moments to do so now.

____....~~~~====*****====~~~~....____

Thank you. May this be put on his gravestone when he dies.

Sokay, speaking of Mr. Gourde, raise of hands. Who all has seen the Nutty Professor?

This really is a funny movie, if you haven't seen it..well I will not be giving you any brief summary, other than he's really really fat, and is a Professor in college.

If you haven't seen this movie, the extent of my Mr. Gourde story won't be funny. Or as funny as it could be I guess.

You know how when Eddie Murphy in the movie is writing on the chalk board his stomach is so big it erases what he writes and gets his shirt all dirty and messed up?

Well, Mr. Gourde isn't what I'd like to call skinny. (He's not exactly fat either, so don't think that, sokay? He's just got a gut. A big beer belly type gut.) Onward with the story,

Mr. Gourde is writing notes and nothing is making sense. We realize that the board is magically getting erased! (Do you see where I'm going with this?) Mr. Gourde is talking and singing - he likes to sing - and explaining the notes, when he turns around and there is a big black mark all over his shirt. He looks down and goes, "Wow. I'm surprised I haven't nuked this shirt even worse." Well he didn't say nuked, but the word he used was shaith. Soiled or something or other. Nuked is much more...cooler. Anywhose, all of a sudden Mr. Gourde no longer looked like Mr. Gourde. He became my own personal Nutty Professor...I just can't take his class seriously anymore. He sings Wizard of Oz, talks about food all the time, and became The Nutty Professor. (But he still scares the crap outta me.)

"Hercules, Hercules!!" [:D

Now now, I realize my story telling skills lack something of what other people have, such as ME, but if you just don't give me high standards while I share stories you will never have a let down and I won't have to live up to any expectations. Sokay?

Sokay, I was thinking and. I would have a vote but I'm gonna tell you the answer so there's no point in having a vote. Am I right? Anywhose, the poll question of the day...Do fish have teeth?

Man: By gollie they don't, Jean.
Woman: Oh gosh Bob, course they do
Man: Prove it
Woman: Oh gosh Bob, I don't have to
Man: Cause it ain't true
Woman: Oh gosh Bob, it is too true
Man: I said prove it
Woman: Oh gosh Bob, I don't have to. Youngone already has.

Ah! Did you hear that? Did you? Did you? Huh? Huh? did you? That's right! I have proven fish have teeth. I'm living proof! Wanna know why? That's right!! A shaith fish bit my finger! What a frickin' horrible thing to do. To top it off, ME and our older bro, E-O (not his real name), convinced poor, innocent, cute, lil' me that it had a disease and that I was going to die. And I believed them. I thought I was going to die. The only thing I could think on the way home that day was I wanna Frosty and I'm too young and good-looking to die. Not really. I have no clue what I was thinking, but I know it wasn't happy thoughts. I thought I was going to die!!!

Random Fish Fact: 25% of the fish you eat are raised in a fish farm.

Well this shaith fish that bit me was raised in a "fish farm" called The Fish Hatchery or something or other. It was a honking 1 1/2 to 2 feet long and was eating me! Yes, fish eat people. Why would it eat me. I don't eat fish. "Fish are friends, not food." Not really!! No friend of mine has ever tried to eat me (with the exception of Ninny.)

"I know you see somehow the world will change for me and be so wonderful.

Live life, breathe air, I know somehow we're gonna get there, and feel so wonderful."

Question of the day: Do you like water?

Answer of the day: Yes

Response: Then you like 78% of my body.

Baharharhar.

We Rock. Love Us. [:D

I'm SOsmart

Oh gosh!!!

When you have a sister like ME you wonder WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD I EVER DO A SHAITH THING LIKE STARTING A BLOG WITH HER!! The answer is rather simple really...cause it's fun!! DUH!!!

ME and me...(oh gosh. Calling her ME is going to get confusing sometimes when I'm talking about myself. Deal with it.)...were driving to our Nana's house rockin' out to the infamous HANNAH MONTANTA!!! When we realized...we don't know the words. We started repeating "Watermelon watermelon" instead of the words right? Cause that way it looks like we know what we're saying when ME went insane and would scream it out to the world...she has bad luck. (A condition we call boytarted. It happens to her all the time.) A rather good looking guy was right next to us in the car while she's screaming at the top of her lungs Watermelon trying to keep the tune of an unknown HANNAH MONTANA song. (But she's so blind I don't even think she realized he was cute...uber cute. Cute as in why doesn't she know any guys like that?!? TEEHEE. Just joking. [:D )


Sokay, I'm wondering, when all you other blogerts - or just plain ol' blogert readers out there - are reading our AWESOME...Amazingly...Hilarious...blog who's funnier? ME or me - youngone? I would have you vote on it but I won't cause we all know ME isn't funny. (She just thinks she is? [:D ) So I'd win.


IT'S Summer!!! Do you know what that means for ME and I? Huh? Do ya? Summer school. : ( D: I know. What a shaith way to spend a fresh summer, but eh..what can you do? Do you know what?!? Get the work done and then party the day through!! "Life is what happens when you have something planned" Fun is what happens when you don't. Hint of the future..."Life is supposed to be enjoyed, not just endured."


Deep and insightful. I'm deep and insightful.


DING DING DING! (bells of warning) warning! (caution). Watch yourself now. I'm the worlds wost speller...forgive I now! I'll try my hardest, I swear. But forgive I now and the future if you catch I in my mistakes. (I figured if I say "I" you will never mistake it or get confused with "me" and "ME".)

Young one --ME

Not only are we hugging. But..AW...we're holding hands.

It's so cute,

I could possibly think about maybe even

forcing myself to consider possibly shedding a tear...

(I think it's cause we're gazing at everyone over a field of puple flowers.[:D )

Before I go let me add...ME picked the colors our blog. Green Purple and White. FresH right? Yeah. Same colors as the walls in her room...can you talk about obession?!? (Just joking. I'm a sucker for purple and green 'aint to shaith.)

Even though this is pretty much about my life, life outside my expert blogerting is calling.

How shaith. I'll be talkin with ya'll laters. (Now i'm a hick! Rock on to all hicks out there! Specially MATER!!)

We rock. Love us. [:D

Osmart dirt on the youngone

Hello my fellow blogert followers. Dis be your most favorite blogert of all time and eternity. ME!

Have you ever wanted to know some of the so called "embarrassing" moments that happen to my sister and friend of the well known youngone? Well IT.IS.YOUR.LUCKY.DAY!!!


(this is being posted without her knowledge.. mwuahahaha on my evilness.)



Um, can you say vaccum fun?? Yes. It's a family game of mine. When we get really bored... we pull out the big guns, or vaccum in this case. And for the sake of not making her feel SO embarrassed I'll even post one of ME.





Ya baby! That is what I call attraction. Flippin' hot. You know you want some of that. Yeehaw! Maybe when I'm really home alone I'll add some embarrassing VIDS of youngone. *Coming soon to theaters near you!* FRESH! I'm hilarious. xvlkaefoiivknnkaioujdsfhasklf. It's okay to laugh.
We rock. Love us.
Peace out yo!

Osmart Start

Dum-Da-Da-DUM!!!
Welcome to the Awesome... Amazingly... Hilarious... Blog by the Odom *cough cough* I mean Osmart Sisters!!!! That's Me.. and you. Well her. Loser is what I like to call her. (The youngone). FRESH.

Here's the 411 on our blog: We basically think we're hilarious and what a better way to express/share our humor and sarcasm and awesomeness than by this here sweet blog? Seriously now. We rock. Love us.














Question of the day *from youngone*:
By being blogerts, are we officially cool?

Answer of the day *from ME*:
We're funny!!!