Long time no see.

Feeling a lot like I've lost touch and/or am moving on in life. As much as I don't want to let go, I don't belong here anymore.

I'll always love you for keeping us all together in some shape or form and perhaps I'll stop by and visit from time to time.

If anyone needs me...you know how to reach me.

So it's been a couple months since I've really been around here. I'm on a tangent right now so I'm kinda chattin it up all over the place.

Can I just say that aside from my family, today's been pretty shitty.

We went through great pains to get the house and guestroom ready for my uncle's visit and now it looks like he may not be staying with us. Him, his wife, and in-laws are staying in Loveland with his mother-in-law's family for their family reunion and my mom told them not to come over this weekend but to wait until Monday. She wants to road trip to Mt. Rushmore but that means going north and they don't want to drive 2 hours south to my place just to drive 7 hours back north.

I will be sad if they don't come here. Might have to sabotage Mt.Rushmore. Uncle doesn't want to be stuck in a car for 7 hours as it is.

I think I overkilled a little bit on the art frames. They're everywhere!

I also realized that there are wedding pics all over my house so I've started taking the excessive ones out and am replacing them with other normal pics. Although, it makes me realize that we need some other venue or event that we can get some new pics from.

I dread taking portraits which is why we haven't takenany thus far. Looks like it's time.

Damn

He did it himself.

Clint was messing with a curtain rod and ended up stabbing himself in the hand with a phillips screwdriver. It went fairly deep cause I could see the flesh inside the wound. So he runs circles in the house complaining about the pain and then when I tell him to get dressed so we can go to the emergency room he says it doesn't hurt anymore. We get there and they say they can't give him stitches because of the location of the wound so they clean it up, give him a tetanus shot and some antibiotics, and send us on our way.

The funny parts of this adventure: He asked if he can keep the hospital bands on cause they look cool, he kept trying to get up and leave when they weren't done with him yet, the nurses asked me why I stabbed him to which I replied "if I had done it it would be a spoon to the throat", the doctor sees my cherry skulls and says he'll think twice about the cherries in his whiskey sours from now on, and after we walk out of the hospital Clint asks "Can we go to McDonalds now?"

Ai adai si Clint.