As the days grow longer, the bloggging doth decrease. Finding time to write self-flattering jaunts of titillating reflection is hard when the sun is shining and the only thing that keeps a man indoors is his addiction to the halo game he bought at the pawn shop for four dollars. Ironically, during the hibernation months in Wenatchee, there really is not a lot to report... Now the sun is up, we've been having all kinds of adventures. Kim has decided to take a swing at gardening (its cheaper than a paternity test, now we will find out if she really is the daughter of Lori Konshuk) so far so good... Then again next to our neighbors cigarette butt lawn art, anything looks fantastic. Speaking of our loud obnoxious spent-all-the-macn'cheese-money-on-a-stereo-system neighbors, the other day the mother coined my favorite phrases yelled at 6:00 in the morning (of course this may be because most phrases yelled around here are in a foreign tongue), "Get your f**king A** to school, you little Sh*t, and quit dragging your f**king bag....and no more cussing or I'll wash your mouth out with soap". To build upon the imagery of this, you must understand that our neighbor could easily be a stand in for Gilbert's mom in "What's Eating Gilbert Grape".
Richard on the other hand has been hired on at Eagle (after being a temp for 8 months). He actually is working with the collections department, do to his unique proficient use of the term "where's my money". he is not making very much money, but they pay for college and a gym membership and after 6 months he gets a monogram denim shirt. Due to the fact that Wenatchee is 5-10 years behind the rest of the world, paintball is huge here (so is Linkin Park and tech vests). This has been great for Richard because during the initial paintball trend, Richard was a starving artist/student spending all his money on guitar strings and backstage fluzies. He bought a gun and went up for the first time this weekend. He did alright only getting pegged twice and hitting some middle school kid in the chest. Unfortunately the guys in the ward here only go every once in a while. So if anyone wants to shoot some paint, come on down to wenatchee, there is always a game going on and we won't laugh at your smashing pumpkins t-shirt.
7 comments:
Great post. I enjoyed it thoroughly!
You know, I have had to admit, and I can't tell if it is a high or low point of my life. But I find that reading your blog really may become the highlight of my workday. I just found you guys again after finally deciding to enter blog world. I can't say that I have the time to dedicate a lot of thought to blogging, but I'd like to think that I still have friends...and blogging seems to be the only real way to confirm that. All in all, I'm happy you two have a blog as well.
what about a milli vanilli t shirt? sould you laugh at that??
hello blogger. I miss you guys.
By the way....I am still pouting about you using my toothbrush and having nightmares of Bro. Neff's living room!
KIMI I had no idea you had a blog! I am so excited to see you on here. I hope all is well with you guys and that you are enjoying life the fullest. Talk to you later!
Sounds like great times in your neck of the woods! LOL We paintball, so if we find ourselves heading that direction we will stop by. Hope all is good and I might have to start using that nice little phrase your neighbor used! So polite and quiet they are!
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