Rick said he thought about setting Jacob up with the DSL chick that set up his computer, but he didn't.
One day you're 16, brown, bikini clad, cute as hell, and the next day your 47, white as paper, elastic clad, almost ugly as hell.
WWII. If Dad didn't make it out alive, I wouldn't be here. How many are not here today because of that war?
Led Zepplin reminds me of mean Irene. I don't know how to spell Led Zepplin.
I used to have a Led Zepplin thing hanging from my ceiling when I was pretty.
Nothing hangs from my ceiling now but dust. I still like Rock n Roll.
Beach Party Weekend sucks for the Galveston locals.
He runs. He hides. He manages.
I run. I hide. I manage.
Why worry about losing 20 lbs when tomorrow we die? Enjoy life today.
I miss Scott. I feel sorry for Nathan.
I want to go out tonight.
A high school marching band sucks in Silver City.
I wonder which son of mine was just at the country club at the Village. Nevermind, I just figured it out. J. His cell phone is behind the bar.
Do people do things during the day on purpose so that they can blog about it? J thinks so. I don't.
Time to cook.

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