I sincerely miss those heavy metal bloggers...
My blog returns...in full force. Note: I am not updating my blog because Ben is being a woman about encouraging me to write more often in my blog...it is merely for the glory of blog. I returned to the United States exactly 24 hours ago, so I have now finally lived out my first full day at home and summer vacation begins. Good way to start it out...dinner with cousins, grandparents, uncles, need for speed all night with sambo. Bad way to start it...brother leaves for duty station in Fort Stewart, Georgia. But we take the good with the bad. Already caught up seeing some people hadn't seen in awhile today...so thats always good, or interesting at the very least. Found out that I'm number one on the list, so I guess thats something to be happy for...kind of. SCREW YOU BEN, I AM UPDATING IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW! In addition, Ben's top 5 SUCKS! SUCKS HARD! Please excuse this Ben rampage, but he is annoying me via Rod right now, and therefore bothering Rod and me...two large dudes you don't want to bother. Tomorrow Sam and I are going fishing with the man, the myth, the legend Alexander Trent (Supafly) Blythe. For those unaware he is our sophomore english teacher, football coach, and my personal hero. That is a promising event on the horizon.
I was very proud of my Suffolk roots this evening when my extended family sat around eating outside at my uncle's house and a stray dog wandered up. After much discussion about what to shoot him with and how, my grandfather screamed at the dog to leave. Then my uncle made many attempts to order his dog and cats to attack the intruder. The location of the nearest firearm was then discussed as my aunt attempted to feed the stray. Then my grandad made a run at the beast meanwhile throwing pinecones. It was at this point that I noticed my uncle gathering stones from the sidewalk out of the corner of my eye, as my cousin pondered the whereabouts of his paintball gun, and how he knew someone that lost an eye from one. Then my uncle makes a spirited run at the dog tossing rocks all the way and disapears around the house. Then we see the dog hightailing it down the street, and, sure enough, my unlce in hot pursuit seconds later. Bravo, Johnson/Saunders family.....bravo indeed. Actually, I was the only Johnson in attendance. Ah well.
So this ends another classy blog. I hope you enjoyed. I hope that ben never reads my blog again. Ben, if you comment on this blog, I will know I have gotten a reaction out of you, and that is the greatest pleasure I could possibly receive.
Now I'm in a weird mood. Peggy and I talked this afternoon about our relationships following our relationship 2 years gone by. (while I used her ab roller rather unsuccessfully) The one thing that never really bums me out, started to bum me out a little. but whatever, we had good talky time. Also, I posed the question to Sam that was each summer going to be more like this one where our hometown friends move farther and farther away and spend less time. We both regreattably agree that this is true. However, we still anxiously await Kevin's return from some aircraft carrier somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. That will be good times. Good times to look forward to as I go to sleep. I leave you with this classic Kim quote: "Rail me! I am a loose article!"
So it goes.
I was very proud of my Suffolk roots this evening when my extended family sat around eating outside at my uncle's house and a stray dog wandered up. After much discussion about what to shoot him with and how, my grandfather screamed at the dog to leave. Then my uncle made many attempts to order his dog and cats to attack the intruder. The location of the nearest firearm was then discussed as my aunt attempted to feed the stray. Then my grandad made a run at the beast meanwhile throwing pinecones. It was at this point that I noticed my uncle gathering stones from the sidewalk out of the corner of my eye, as my cousin pondered the whereabouts of his paintball gun, and how he knew someone that lost an eye from one. Then my uncle makes a spirited run at the dog tossing rocks all the way and disapears around the house. Then we see the dog hightailing it down the street, and, sure enough, my unlce in hot pursuit seconds later. Bravo, Johnson/Saunders family.....bravo indeed. Actually, I was the only Johnson in attendance. Ah well.
So this ends another classy blog. I hope you enjoyed. I hope that ben never reads my blog again. Ben, if you comment on this blog, I will know I have gotten a reaction out of you, and that is the greatest pleasure I could possibly receive.
Now I'm in a weird mood. Peggy and I talked this afternoon about our relationships following our relationship 2 years gone by. (while I used her ab roller rather unsuccessfully) The one thing that never really bums me out, started to bum me out a little. but whatever, we had good talky time. Also, I posed the question to Sam that was each summer going to be more like this one where our hometown friends move farther and farther away and spend less time. We both regreattably agree that this is true. However, we still anxiously await Kevin's return from some aircraft carrier somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. That will be good times. Good times to look forward to as I go to sleep. I leave you with this classic Kim quote: "Rail me! I am a loose article!"
So it goes.
1 Comments:
Too bad I can't have that much fun at Furman :-(. Can you believe they're locking gates at 10 PM? Now my late night drug dealers can't get in to get these campers high.
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