I'm really not doing what it looks like I'm doing. If it looks like I'm trying to pull the leg off of this table thereby causing everything that is on it to fall on my head I assure you nothing could be farther from the truth. If anything, I am shoring up the leg of this table thereby insuring nothing will fall on my head. So, everything is clear, yes? You believe me, right?
Friday, September 26, 2008
It's not what it looks like
I'm really not doing what it looks like I'm doing. If it looks like I'm trying to pull the leg off of this table thereby causing everything that is on it to fall on my head I assure you nothing could be farther from the truth. If anything, I am shoring up the leg of this table thereby insuring nothing will fall on my head. So, everything is clear, yes? You believe me, right?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Listen up chumps!

I just found out today that I will not be going with Mom to Misery to see the wedding of my Uncle O.D. and his main squeeze Amy K. Well, Fine, if I'm not wanted so much the better. I didn't want to go anyway. I can tell you one thing, I am canceling that balloon animal sculpture I ordered; good luck with finding anything that fancy at this late date people. Also, my rendition of Fools Rush In I was going to play on my casio, FORGET IT!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Good for Something?
Well as it turns out Hailey might be good for something. I guess she has realized that I am the important one under 50 pounds in this house, watch as she gives me her toy:
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Predictable
I was just reading my book here and you would never guess how it ends, the butler didn't do it, but he knew. I knew he knew, and the writer must have known I would know he knew. Dang, if all literature is this predictable, I will stop reading and join my non reading friends at the big elephant party. I hear the cute librarian is having her elderly Grandfather read with her, I can't wait!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Will somebody play catch with me?

I posting this to find another catch partner. My Dad says that 3 hours of catch a day is enough for any boy. I humbly disagree. O.k., not so humbly, what does he know, the last time I checked, he wasn't on his way to winning twenty games for the Padres (Yeah , I know, The Padres are a small market team with almost no tradition, but have you been to San Diego, I hear it is very pleasant). So, if you'd like to pick up Dad's slack and play catch with me another 4 to 5 hours a day, hop a plane or start floating. After all, where you live it's about time to go, right?
Monday, September 1, 2008
I'm a basketful
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