Well, expect for those of you still trailing behind time-zone-wise, it's now 2009. Happy '09. I'm at work, which isn't so bad. It would be great to be home with Em, but I imagine we have quite a few New Years ahead of us, and I get a couple extra bucks for workin' it. I hope she's partying it up with her friend Genny, who is also husband-less tonight.
I suppose I need to clear a quick thing up about my in-laws. They're fantastic, they really are.
I'm not exactly sure what else to write.
I almost got in an accident going to work today by getting t-boned by a Cadillac trying to turn into Children's Hospital. NASCAR is full of crap, I could do that with my eyes closed in reverse. Ever notice how there are no "motorsports" in the Olympics? That's because I do it everyday. All Hail the Mighty Redneck Dollar!
What does NASCAR have to do with New Years? Nothing. But that's the wonderful thing about blogs, or at least mine. They don't need to make sense. Because last I check not much did.
P.S. My in-laws, to my knowledge, do not like NASCAR.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
(Corny New Year's Title)
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Meh, I feel ambivalent about your in-laws, so I say trash-talk away. And of course there is no NASCAR in the Olympics. Underage Chinese girls little legs can't reach the pedals.
And it's not a sport.
you are killing me. hmmm. whats the thing with the inlaws?
Shout-out to me! Woo woooooo!
Oh, and 'partying'...not *exactly*. The only reason we even knew it was midnight was because you'd called right before, and then we heard fireworks and thought it was thunder. Mary said "Oh, it must be new year. Happy new year." and we went back to talking about boys and religion.
Wild times.
:)
genny
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