Good Rid Ins

If you're reading this, you'll notice that I haven't been very active on here as of late, in fact none of you have. So much that I'm pretty sure nobody will read this... No, I haven't been cheating on you; however there is someone else. You can find me there if you ever want to read more of these again.

Probably Should Delete This One

Who ran away in the yellow tuba? It make doesn't sense and I doesn't either. I dunno I suppose I ramble but that's okay cuz nobody reads this thing anymore. So alot of new things are going on, and I just lied to David about not writing this post. David just farted. We came up with a lot of funny ways to incorporate 'cock' into a creative punny title of an ethics essay about cockfighting. The winner was: Knock Out With Your Cock Out.

Work is good, school is good, people are good. Except for this one lady at Costco who was a flaming retard. Some people are so clueless.

Gas is expensive.

Food is cheap.

But only if you buy stuff that's not very healthy.

I have a cool Toy Story cup. It matches my poster.

Sniff sniff. Spring is in the air. Sun is out. Shining. Yay.

Time to realize...

Many of us take reality for granted, some have realized and others are oblivious to what is going on. I've been running through this year and I haven't realized how much one decision can make such a huge decision. With this I hope we all have this epiphany and change this attitude to we can make the best of every day and every moment.

Low Dee High, High Dee Low

High: This week is almost over and I finally got some of my books in the mail!
Low: This week was RIDICULOUSLY BUSY. The only sitting I did on Wednesday was in class.
Low turned into a High: My car was dying but it's all better!

I hope everyone had a good first week of school! For Jac, I hope it was as good as it could get, considering that it's still school and school sucks.

Adventure Is Out There!

Every year on Christmas Eve, my family and the Coonings make pizzas. This year we are making SEVEN pizzas; most of them are ones we do every year like a deep dish and meat-lovers, but this year we are also including a really weird one. Get this: regular dough baked with nutmeg and cinnamon on it, then a layer of mascarpone cheese, and then sliced figs on the top with a balsamic reduction drizzled over it! The cheese and toppings don't actually get baked. I'm kind of excited to try it. I'll let y'all know how it goes.

The title makes me want this post to be about Up.

You Think You're Old?

The other day I made the usual trip back at the golf course trying to get in some extra hours. However since it's winter, (and super rainy) the days are much shorter making it hard to golf as it gets later in the day, meaning there are few hours to work if any. Anyways as I get there I find that an old man had lost control of his golf cart and drove over two curbs and crashed into the garage door of the cart barn. He was driving fast enough to push the garage door inwards a foot or two and make everything on the inside of the barn go crashing across the floor. He actually hit someone on his rampage across the course but everyone was ok after the incident. This guy was about 85 and didn't have a driver's license so it scares me what he would be like behind the wheel of a real car or even what he did to lose it.

I'm Old.

I hate getting old. I'm sure you can relate to that one, Jac. It's just that everything is different now, especially during the holidays. Beck, the youngest, is now 15 years old, and this is the first year that we aren't doing stockings. In previous years, Christmas morning looked a little something like this: Beck wakes us all up at the crack of dawn. We all walk downstairs and gather in the kitchen, drinking coffee and waiting for parents to wake up a bit. After getting the OK from parents, we all proceed into the living room to grab 'n' dump out our stockings. They always had really good stuff in 'em like candy and chapstick and gum and headbands. Then we'd move on to the bigger and better presents. But THIS year, we just have to jump right in! I guess it's way better than no presents at all. But the point is that these changes wouldn't be taking place if Beck (and the rest of us) weren't all getting OLDER. It's just a big fat bummer.

In other news, I'll be 21 soon. So I guess there's perks to that too.