I realized, whilst (good word) working on a separate prank, that I have failed to blog about the recent string of pranks that the Kessler household, and I, have initiated against the McGrath household.
The beginning! The beginning I say!
(that was an angry mob, yelling because I started this blog in crazy format in an attempt to make an otherwise unexciting story, more exciting.)
It all started (like a bad joke..) when I was reading some posts on MLIA (good website). Someone had mentioned sending a penny in the mail to their friends dog. Instant idea! I thought to myself, "who can I do this to?!" The McGraths. Of course, the proverbial butt to all my jokes, makes sense. I proceeded to mail a penny, to their dog, Boots. I didn't hear anything about it until I was talking to my friend, Micah. I had mentioned that I had pulled a prank on him, and he told me he had been at their house recently, and Amber had remarked that it was creepy. Yes! Success! Or so I thought. If anyone knows me, they know I go farther than the acceptable distance.
So I began phase 2.
Collecting forks. I collected about 100 forks, 2 knives, and 1 spork. Then, at midnight, Emily, Caitlyn, and I drove to the house of these McGraths. In the dark, with trembling fingers and cold smiles, our hands worked quickly. In a matter of moments a beautiful masterpiece was laid upon their lawn, and we surveyed our work.

Pride coursing through our veins, we ran for our lives. The flash from the camera temporarily blinded us, however, and we nearly didn't make it to the car. Slamming doors, laughter, and the turn of the engine greeted our ears upon arrival. We went back to Kesslers to celebrate with Gummy bears and nasty soda's.

As much fun as that was, it was the most depressing thing ever when we heard nothing. Nothing. Silence. No texts, no phonecalls, no emails. Not even the fact that both Sarah and Tori came over separately the next morning did anything. Our hard work seemed to swirl down the toilet bowl of ignoring. Oh the irony.
What were we to do? We discussed several options, but hadn't landed on any by the time I left. No, our saving grace came in another form. The form of a certain Hannah asking to hang out with me. Of course! I went over promptly, and we hatched a grand idea, if we couldn't get them to come to us, we'd go to them. Makes sense. We set our plan in motion with the click of a mouse. Facebook, the king of all social networking sites, was to be our mode of transportation, and gmail our security. In the world of the internet, Boots McGrath was given life. Yes, an email and facebook account, dedicated to the dog of choice. Complete with picture, and information. We began to friend request all the McGraths, and their extended family. Then, we took it further, leaving them messages, commenting on status's, and altogether just being creepy.
Within an hour we got the response we'd been hoping for, in the form of a distressed text. Sarah asked me if I had done it, and in the interest of perserving a prank, I went with denial all the way. Through a lengthy conversation too deep to get into, I found out that the girls were seriously creeped out that 'someone' was 'stalking' their dog. All that is, except for Kailey. Kailey, then became the focal point. After leaving one extremely strange poem on her wall, we felt our job was done, signed off, and left.
Needless to say, we laughed for several days, as the McGraths were intensely confused.
However, it all came crashing down when Tori asked Emily face to face, and she knew. Emily is an awful liar, just like me. At first she was going to help us with it, because she also thought it was great, but then she had to tell them when they asked.
Today I checked Boot's facebook, he had 18 friend requests, oh yeah!
Now I must continue in my next prank, because it is taking way more work and planning than normal, Sarah McGrath, watch out, I'm coming for you. Hahahahahah!!!!

-You never know-

First off, I'd like to point out 2 things.
1. Sarah is texting me, and she just asked me to guess what she just made but didn't cook yet, and if I had a car, I'd be at her house eating whatever the heck it is already! Oh, its cookies. Haha.
2. I dropped (more acurately, my phone jumped off the couch that I was NOWHERE near) my phone in a glass of chocolate milk, and now both the power buttons don't work, and the camera won't start.

Okay. I love the HOUSE. You know. THE. House. I have recently decided I waste so much of my time doing dumb things (not soccer, its not dumb, its awesome. Speaking of which, I gave Emily a huge welt on her ankle consisting of a big bump that was red, and the size of a quarter, and surrounding it was a bruise that was all purple haha) and not Godly things.

Corey Russel says in his book, Pursuit of the Holy, that too many Christians are stuffed on good things, rather than God things.

Well doesn't that just pop my balloon.

Some other thoughts:

• It should be normal that people aren't walking around in utter confusion, wondering whats going on. Christians are meant to flow in the prophetic.
• As Christians, I think we often downplay things that shouldn't be. Such as, we have access to the mind of God. That is amazing!! We can know what God is thinking, feeling, and saying!
• In terms of misuse: Correction, not rejection.
• how much does our life line up with our doctrine?

I actually had a lot more to say, but its late and I wanna listen to a sermon before I sleep.

A thought to leave you with:
Having a bad day?
Just imagine babies with mustaches,
and the sadness goes away.