my bologna has a first name
Oh my goodness. There's so much to say.
I'd like to say I have some sort of excuse for not updating or keeping up with everyone else's updates. We still don't have internet. Technically, I mean. Some sweet fool around here has unprotected wireless.
I've been pretty busy at work. Everything is going really well there. Everything is going really well everywhere. I don't have a routine of evening events, except for Tuesday, which is Belgian Beer Happy Hour at the Bohemian Caverns. It's a family event.
Webb and John Paul are cooking dinner. I'm a hungry hungry hippo. Franklin is sitting in the living room with me in typical Franklin fashion... hugging his bowl of broccoli, which he buys in bulk. By bulk I mean it takes up half the freezer. But he has the Hank Hill impersonation of a god, so it's all good.
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It's such an important transition time for so many people. New cities, new schools, new adventures. I think about you and I miss you and I wonder how you're doing. Not keeping up with my friends page is just dumb.
But enough of that. Better things to talk about, lliiiike...
I heard Drew's exciting news. Too bad I don't like country music. That doesn't matter, silly. We all know music genres become obsolete when friends become famous.
A bit of a hollow feeling comes over me each time I think about Steve Irwin. I won't deny that I always liked Jeff Corwin more, but that doesn't mean I didn't appreciate Steve's passion. I guess that's what's so hard to grasp. He was such an energetic advocate for life in general... humans, animals, whatever. It's tragic. It really is. Not to mention the family members.
ENT appointment in the morning. Something is in my left nostril and it needs to come out. Now.
Butters is in the episode of South Park that's currently on TV. Thus, I can no longer concentrate enough to finish this entry. Butters is really freakin cute. And when Cartman isn't wearing his hat, it looks like he's wearing a wig.
I'd like to say I have some sort of excuse for not updating or keeping up with everyone else's updates. We still don't have internet. Technically, I mean. Some sweet fool around here has unprotected wireless.
I've been pretty busy at work. Everything is going really well there. Everything is going really well everywhere. I don't have a routine of evening events, except for Tuesday, which is Belgian Beer Happy Hour at the Bohemian Caverns. It's a family event.
Webb and John Paul are cooking dinner. I'm a hungry hungry hippo. Franklin is sitting in the living room with me in typical Franklin fashion... hugging his bowl of broccoli, which he buys in bulk. By bulk I mean it takes up half the freezer. But he has the Hank Hill impersonation of a god, so it's all good.
.
It's such an important transition time for so many people. New cities, new schools, new adventures. I think about you and I miss you and I wonder how you're doing. Not keeping up with my friends page is just dumb.
But enough of that. Better things to talk about, lliiiike...
I heard Drew's exciting news. Too bad I don't like country music. That doesn't matter, silly. We all know music genres become obsolete when friends become famous.
A bit of a hollow feeling comes over me each time I think about Steve Irwin. I won't deny that I always liked Jeff Corwin more, but that doesn't mean I didn't appreciate Steve's passion. I guess that's what's so hard to grasp. He was such an energetic advocate for life in general... humans, animals, whatever. It's tragic. It really is. Not to mention the family members.
ENT appointment in the morning. Something is in my left nostril and it needs to come out. Now.
Butters is in the episode of South Park that's currently on TV. Thus, I can no longer concentrate enough to finish this entry. Butters is really freakin cute. And when Cartman isn't wearing his hat, it looks like he's wearing a wig.