Since I've made it thru NaBloPoMo finally I find it hard to not blog everyday. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to blog this weekend since I'm going home to see the fam and then I realized
I DON'T have too!
At the same time, I think I'm going to make a valiant effort to blog more effectively and less sporadically.
Amy is at the house, decorating the house all Christmasy like and I'm going to be a good sport and go get her more garland and an extension cord.
Moms and the wives and the wife to be (Jill) are have a JAMM tonight. (Jill, Amy, Michelle, Mom, haha).
The boys and I are left to our own devices which may include blowing up things or eating dinner with the grandparents.
It could be a wild and violent weekend or not.
Will certainly keep you posted.
-it is what it is-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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