WHO is this?
Who is Wilber?
The question is so very taunting. So very daunting. So very questioning of a question that is such an answer to have. (that made sense.)
Well, first off, I need to explain my obsession, and I mean OBSESSION with the name Wilbur. Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. I want you to take a moment and think, what do I think of when I think of the name Wilbur? Just think... Close your eyes and come up with some scenarios.
Do you see Wilbur from Charlotte's Web?
Or.. do you possibly see a cute, chubby 5 year old boy with rosy cheeks, blond hair, and a blueberry muffin in his right hand?
Or something else? (I'm curious to know...)
Well, to be honest, option B is the exact image I see in my head. If you see this too raise your hands in the air and scream, HALLALUYAH AYMENN SISTA LILY WE ARE THE SAME! If you also are obsessed with Jarlsberg and have a wound on your toe... Something is UP. LOOK up at the ceiling, try your best to climb it. (I'm talking standing on a chair and jumping.) Once you touch the ceiling chant, I want my baby back baby back baby back baby back baby back baby back ribs. *Chili's* Baby back ribs. (Fat bastard... Austin powers.) Then open your window and say, I HAVE A WOUND ON MY TOE!!!!!!!!
Back to business...
No, my family has not adopted a small blond, chubby five year old. We do not feed him muffins. We do not take him to the carousel and play catch with the fella, witnessing him miss the ball and be hit in his face. (which by the way doesn't hurt, because he is very chubby if I must remind you.) No, no, no. Wilber...
...
.
Wilber-
W-W-Wilber is the new,
family,
thing that showed up in a box yesterday.
It came in a box.
My father got it from the UPS man, walked over to the table extremely quietly, smirk on his (extremely) tanned face... (MY lord, he is a leather skin!) He put it on the table, and let me tell you I let out a scream. Nope, more like a yelp. A yelp of uncontrollable joy, holey moley.
WILBER IS THE NEW NIKON D5100 family CAMERA.
I know
I know
I know
I know
I KNOW.
I KNOW!!!!!!!!
I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDNEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
HOLEY MOLEY BISCUIT PIE
EATING JELLY FISH IN THE SKY!
WHAT A JOY THIS CHOCOLATE BRINGS,
SINGING SILENTLY AS IT FALLS IN A... well.
GAGAGAGGAGA GOOGOOO GAGA GOOGOO !
:)
>:)
>:]
>:{D
HOLEY BUTT LOAD OF CHICKEN POOP!
A CAMERA?
A REALLY NICE CAMERA?
WE GOT A REALLY NICE CAMERA?
If you haven't read my Camera post... CLICK HERE TO READ IT!
I can't, again, contain this vast joy. REFRIGERATOR!
SHOUT OUT to daddy and mommy, grandma and grandpa, and my cute little alice and wonderland money box, and of course cassidy who sits on her butt complaining about how I stole her 14 bucks she would have donated... I can't thank you guys enough! Without you we wouldn't have this camera. (which is not only mine, it is a family camera!) STILL AWESOME. THANK. YOU. THANK. YOU. THANK. YOU.
Because thanks to you, we have Wilber. And WILBER is turning two days old tomorrow.
:) YESSSSSS.
P.S. Cassidy I didn't steal your 14 buckarroos.
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Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI've had a Nikon (L100) for almost two years years now and nearly 10,000 pictures later, it's still going strong. (The only problem is it eats batteries. And they must be a specific brand and type of battery or else the camera won't work. And apparently they don't sell this type anymore so I may be screwed. But otherwise it's an amazing camera.)
And here is me, wondering how a " small blond, chubby five year old" transforms into a Nikon camera?
ReplyDeleteLol, are you ADD or something? There's just waaaay too many words crammed up together in there. I seriously couldn't keep up. Nice blog though.
ReplyDelete^.^ you are very excitable. And you have a very exiting blog. I look forwards to reading your posts so keep at it.
ReplyDeleteWhen I think of Wilber I think of an extremly fluffy black cat, with glowing eyes and a fear of heights. But yeah, WILBER IS AN AWESOME NAME, SISTA LILY!!!
ReplyDeletegood evening
Miriam Valerie September
When i think of Wilbur i see a old man with long grey hair and a dress. Is that weird? xD
ReplyDeleteEsmee-chan
When I think of Wilbur I think of... A bear. and maybe some dirt. :p
ReplyDeleteWhen I think of Wilbur I see a farmer with flaming red hair and a smattering of freckles on his face with some straw in his mouth.
ReplyDeleteBut why is Wilbur's last name chapstick??
Am I really the only one who thinks of a horse named Mr. Ed when I hear the name Wilbur? Hmmm...
ReplyDeleteWow. Is this a coincidence or what? I was just reading Charlotte's Web today and suddenly I decide to check this blog and there is a post about Sista Lily's Wilber. Plus, Charlotte's Web is also mentioned in the post itself. I'm officially spooked out.
ReplyDeleteIt is raining cameras!
ReplyDeletethe coincidences made me shit my pants!