I do not have writers block this morning. I do have massive material coursing through my cerebellum at this very minute, all of them too good to pass up, but to numerous and way to good to pick anyone thing. Sadly they are all dated. So you wont get to see even one of these treasures floating around in my head. And of course, much appreciation for the support of last nights event.
[MISS KITTY - I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN ON A DATE WITH AN ANGEL]]
So, how does it feel to be a Gampa for a second time? Good. Real good. It feels so good I could do cartwheels - but my back wont let me do that so I am asking someone out there to that for me. Herb - do a cartwheel for me, bud. I did spot an extra gray hair - which I guess you cant tell it much from a picture, but I got a few. I earned em. They are like badges of honor. See that one right there? **points to specific gray hair** I earned that one going up against a gang of wanna be bad boy bikers. The good thing was I didn't have to throw a punch, and I didn't get punched. God was my co-pilot, wing-man and Rocky Balboa that day.
Each and every gray hair has something attached to it like that. Mostly scalp, but still a story or some special theme. See this new one? It was from waiting for the birth of Job.., and with it will forever remind me of his testing everyone's patience, but also of a date with an angel. Okay it wasn't a date, date but whatever.., just be quiet and let me have my moment in time. Thank you. Head nodding, ooing and awing are expected about now and an applause or two wouldnt hurt.
Now comes a new waiting game. The wait on Job's pictures day "0" pictures. Actually I never resolved that issue about the kid's initial age measurement. Is the baby's actual birth count as 0 or..., okay.., never mind. I'm thinking its measured by seconds until it runs into minutes, until it runs into hours, until it runs into days, weeks, months, years, decades, etc. SEE! I ARE SMART! **points to head** Thats just great - now I got a head ache. All that thinkin' stuff might have ruptured a spleen in muh brain or sumpin. or at least sprained madula-omletta-gobbla, or worse.
I'm going to leave you people. No! Not like that! Stop whimpering - and you in the back row wearing the tutu and Z.Z.Top beard, quit cheering! Thats disturbing imagery, maaaan! I meant I was leaving for the moment until next time I write something in my blog. Behave your bad selves you wonderful people... cept that guy in the back row. Somebody tackle that guy, taser him or something. Geesh.
ALMOST FORGOT! I WON BY POPULAR VOTE LAST NIGHT!
WOW! I GOT A GRANDSON AS THE "GRAND" PRIZE! AND
A DATE WITH AN ANGEL AS A NIFTY BONUS YAY ME!
See - Halloween ain't all bad! not for me anyway
The Spooksville Competition was pretty cool - but I feel funny winning
my own contest. At least I know the votes weren't fixed.
[MISS KITTY - I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN ON A DATE WITH AN ANGEL]]
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Daveman the Cool
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