2009-03-04T19:57:00.000-08:00

Thoughts on getting out of a nice warm bed, in an ice cold house, to go to the bathroom at three O'clock in the morning.

Maybe life was better when I used to be a wetter.

Indeed. That is a poem by Judith Viorst. She is my hero. Well, no actually, she isn't. But from the few things I know about her -she wrote the poem above and her name is Judith Viorst- I think she is awesome indeed. Don't you?

At the moment I am trying to improve my posture by sitting up straight. Though it only works for a few seconds and then I slouch. I am sitting up straight now. Can you tell if my handwriting is improved?

For the past few weeks, I have been debating wether or not I should watch Dog Whisperer. For you see, I love to walk. Especially at night. And I cannot unless I take my dog Nikki. But whenever I walk with her she tends to zigzag in front of me like she is drunk. And I continually have to slow down, stop, or walk around her. Or just walk directly into her. None of with I enjoy doing when I go on walks. And so I must train her. And to do so, I must watch Dog Whisperer.

And why? You may ask, do I not want to watch it?

I am not sure....

This is a terrible blog. I myself am bored to tears reading it. Okay, not to tears....but

I want to slouch!

Anyway, I think I will now watch a movie/film. Entitled.......

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2008-08-22T12:29:00.000-07:00

Hello! It has been awhile since I've written in here. In fact, never. And you'd think, -and rightly so- that after having this blog for such a long time, I may have thought of something to say. Sadly, this is not so.

I really, truly, have nothing to say to you.

Let me explain. No there is too much. Let me sum up.

Kate and I are practicing the song Sentimental Journey - by Ella Fitzgerald for our Grammy and Grandpa's 50th

My throat hurts

My feet are cold, as are my hands.

and so it goes...

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