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Grito Knowledge becomes Mainstream
My beloved Grito's, I am most impressed by the activity of this blog despite the potential threats of sabotage. But I bring good news. Perhaps many of you already know of this but as I am in the Far Lands, so we get good news last. The only news that we get first are the bad ones, or if the far lands plan to bomb another country .. sigh. Oh well, so far so good, all is quiet here in Bush Country.
So, I was at Wholefoods doing grocery shopping with the Femme Machine and we saw this! We were so happy!
Of course, we Grito's always knew that chocolate was very GOOD for our bodies not to mention our Grito tummies! But it looks as if this knowledge is now mainstream.
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Time Out for Space ..
Okay, do not be afraid. I am not a martian or an alien from another planet. I am your Wittito, Ambassador Amegrito of the Far Lands.
You cannot believe all the things I have seen and discovered here in the place they call the U.S of A. It is very different from Gritoland you can be sure .. and I suppose as we have ventured into other territories, each of these territories are different as well.
I will try to update on you as much as I can while I am here but this NASA Class is killing me. Umm, no, do not be alarmed. I am not dead and no one really is killing me. The words "<i>killing me</i> is just an everyday phrase that the people here like to use. They can be sometimes so drama-drama here. If a Grito were to be like that 'drama-drama' and if a Grito were to use such a phrase as that, then you can be sure that Grangrito will have our mouths washed out with the Royal Gritian Soap.
Okay, enough of that kind of talk. What I really want to know is, does anyone know of a place or a person who can design a space astronaut suit fit for a Grito? This one as you can see is not as fashionable. And of course we Grito's, Grita's and even baby Grits have to always be fashionable! Don't you think?!
Well, if anyone has any suggestion please DO let me know. I will inform NASA that there may be a change in their Space Suit Design. I am wondering how much red tape I will need to pass thru to get approval.
As it stands, the Bush man is still in power here in the U.S. of A. and there has been no word of the stopping of the war in the other much farther land. Oh well. I have sent my 1,000 letter to the Bush man telling him to stop this insanity. I want you all to know that I am still waiting for a reply. Should we send the Army of 12 Grito's to his ranch in Texas for a March?
Oops, I go now. Our Gravity 101 Professor is looking at me funny. Bye.
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Greetings from the NASA School ...
Greetings, Friends! Romans!, Countrymen and Gritos all over the world!
A World So Small.
I leave Gritoland, Paris France to come to here, the Farlands. On my way on the plane I was thinking how very big the world must be, for it took too long to be sitting down in one place next to a human that almost sit on me.
As we are Grito's ... and very small, but then small relative to what, I find that no matter how small I might feel, there is always something smaller than me. Like this friend I met last spring, Adam Ant.
I met him on a picnic while watching a small piece of bread go across the grass. This amazed me, as many things easily amaze a Grito. And we like our bread, so I went to pick up the runaway bread, and this is how I met Adam Ant.
I said, "Hello you small thing" and he said "hullo" back. I asked him how he was able to carry such a big piece of bread that is almost 50 times his size (or that is how it seemed) and he said that if I were an Ant, it would be easy.
But I am a Grito and I certainly cannot even carry my own piece of chocolate cake, which by the way, we were having, and if Adam were to carry off the cake, our meeting would be less than friendly, I can assure you. But my little new friend kindly said, "If you please, I am a very busy ant and I need to get this piece of bread to my home .. " and with that said, I placed the piece of bread on Adam's back and watched the bread disappear across the grass.
It was a great day for a picnic and the chocolate cake was even better after sips of Rose Wine. It made me sleepy so I decided to take a little nap.
You can take a Grito out of Paris, but you can never take Paris away from a Grito!
The sleep was also delicious and when I woke up, I was hungry for more chocolate cake. What else!
I noticed that the sun was in another location in the sky and it looked more smaller. How can this be??? I asked the Femme Machine and all she said was, "...because the earth is moving."
I expected the Femme Machine to elaborate as I found this to be her not-always-so-good-a-trait (she is full of talking and words and sometimes I cannot keep up with her. ) But she did not explain more to me, and this would have been a good time to talk more, as I really need to know. I will blame the chocolate cake.
We started walking back home after the last piece of chocolate was sweetly taken, but the moving earth idea grew an interest inside me.
And that is how I joined the NASA Space Programme here in Houston, TX!
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