2006.
A spanking new year.
Expect it somewhere around 12:00 tonight.
And rejoice.
Another year of service in His army.
Happy New Years Eve!
31 December 2005
29 December 2005
Noel, Noel 3:28 PM
Christmas Day came and went.
And our Christmas show went well, praise God.
We had ourselves a happy little celebration with some relatives and Sara and her girls. I got some clothes and other needs, which is all I wanted for Christmas (besides that I-can't-tell-you-what). One present in particular, though, brought me mild amusement. It was a little keychain with a light and a noisy, blaring alarm. I amused myself by randomly turning it on near people, and now half the home wants to break my keychain.
Meanies.
I'll also have you know that the little kids kept accidentally smearing food on my clothes. I got wine (they kicked a cup of it onto my lap), chocolate, mashed potatoes, and ketchup smudged on my attire. It was like a mini food fight.
Other than that, it's been quiet around here. Not much going on that I feel is "blogworthy".
In any case, have a happy New Year!
And our Christmas show went well, praise God.
We had ourselves a happy little celebration with some relatives and Sara and her girls. I got some clothes and other needs, which is all I wanted for Christmas (besides that I-can't-tell-you-what). One present in particular, though, brought me mild amusement. It was a little keychain with a light and a noisy, blaring alarm. I amused myself by randomly turning it on near people, and now half the home wants to break my keychain.
Meanies.
I'll also have you know that the little kids kept accidentally smearing food on my clothes. I got wine (they kicked a cup of it onto my lap), chocolate, mashed potatoes, and ketchup smudged on my attire. It was like a mini food fight.
Other than that, it's been quiet around here. Not much going on that I feel is "blogworthy".
In any case, have a happy New Year!
24 December 2005
'Tis the Season To Be Jolly 9:07 PM
I wish you, the dear reader, a Merry Christmas. And many more to come.
May your parties be enjoyable, may you feel the season's cheer, may you celebrate in true brotherhood, and may you drink good...er, beer.
Thus and thus, I have a forthcoming party to attend.
With a hey, and a ho, and a Happy Birthday, Jesus!
God bless you all!
May your parties be enjoyable, may you feel the season's cheer, may you celebrate in true brotherhood, and may you drink good...er, beer.
Thus and thus, I have a forthcoming party to attend.
With a hey, and a ho, and a Happy Birthday, Jesus!
God bless you all!
22 December 2005
Tidbits 9:48 PM
Christmas.
One heck of a busy season, leaving me no time to "blog" (and even now, I'm still running back and forth, attending to the squeals of my younger brothers who are asking for water and whatnot.)
Shows.
Christmas shows.
We got one tomorrow. The last two went well, the first was for a gathering of new immigrants, "Neo-Canadians".
I croaked. And danced.
And danced. Again.
You see, an hour or so after us, a folklore/tap-dancing group came on stage and then invited people to join them in a dance. I urged my cousin Sharon to join in, but she needed a partner, so I sacrificially volunteered.
The dance consisted of twirls, marching in lines, large circles, and lots of sweaty people yelling just feet away from your face. But the highlight of the dance was when I proudly led a whole line of people to march with me in the wrong direction.
Long live the Rebellion!
The second time, we preformed at an old folks home. I find them old folks to be quite amusing, they make the strangest comments and always want to kiss your cheek.
And now that a new year is about a week away, I'm coming up with New Year's resolutions. One such resolution is "Be easier to live with".
Yessir.
I've discovered the joy of "jamming" in the basement, and how irritating my "noise" can be.
(I take no responsiblity for the headaches the following vague description may give:)
One time before taking a shower, I pulled the little plug that sends the water pouring out from the shower faucet, only to discover that I still held the top of the plug in my hand. So I rammed the little pin back down, and watched the pin pop down into the drain.
In short, I like to think that people taking showers by throwing buckets of water on themselves is my fault.
Also, during most Word times, I just have to mutter a comment which eventually becomes the basis for a debate.
Shaddup, Eman.
One heck of a busy season, leaving me no time to "blog" (and even now, I'm still running back and forth, attending to the squeals of my younger brothers who are asking for water and whatnot.)
Shows.
Christmas shows.
We got one tomorrow. The last two went well, the first was for a gathering of new immigrants, "Neo-Canadians".
I croaked. And danced.
And danced. Again.
You see, an hour or so after us, a folklore/tap-dancing group came on stage and then invited people to join them in a dance. I urged my cousin Sharon to join in, but she needed a partner, so I sacrificially volunteered.
The dance consisted of twirls, marching in lines, large circles, and lots of sweaty people yelling just feet away from your face. But the highlight of the dance was when I proudly led a whole line of people to march with me in the wrong direction.
Long live the Rebellion!
The second time, we preformed at an old folks home. I find them old folks to be quite amusing, they make the strangest comments and always want to kiss your cheek.
And now that a new year is about a week away, I'm coming up with New Year's resolutions. One such resolution is "Be easier to live with".
Yessir.
I've discovered the joy of "jamming" in the basement, and how irritating my "noise" can be.
(I take no responsiblity for the headaches the following vague description may give:)
One time before taking a shower, I pulled the little plug that sends the water pouring out from the shower faucet, only to discover that I still held the top of the plug in my hand. So I rammed the little pin back down, and watched the pin pop down into the drain.
In short, I like to think that people taking showers by throwing buckets of water on themselves is my fault.
Also, during most Word times, I just have to mutter a comment which eventually becomes the basis for a debate.
Shaddup, Eman.
15 December 2005
08 December 2005
AIP 10:20 PM
So far I got out five Activated subscriptions. Angelique has four, and Claire has two, which means we have reached our minimum. However, I'm aiming to get out more.
A handy AIP Blog and an AIP Stats page have recently been launched, I encourage you to give it a look and send in your stats.
We held a birthday party today for both Miggy and Samuel, and I was the "official photographer".
Which is a job I'm beginning to dislike.
Photographers are people who seem to always catch you in the most humiliating poses/faces/antics/moments. God bless them, however, it's no job for me.
And I'm no photographer. I can just handle a camera better than anyone in my technically-challenged family.
Miggy will be staying the night, we're going to build a "tent" (which I predict will be a lame sheet job) for Sammy, Monty, and Miggy to sleep in, which is a treat they are looking forward too.
It's great how little things like this can make them so happy.
A handy AIP Blog and an AIP Stats page have recently been launched, I encourage you to give it a look and send in your stats.
We held a birthday party today for both Miggy and Samuel, and I was the "official photographer".
Which is a job I'm beginning to dislike.
Photographers are people who seem to always catch you in the most humiliating poses/faces/antics/moments. God bless them, however, it's no job for me.
And I'm no photographer. I can just handle a camera better than anyone in my technically-challenged family.
Miggy will be staying the night, we're going to build a "tent" (which I predict will be a lame sheet job) for Sammy, Monty, and Miggy to sleep in, which is a treat they are looking forward too.
It's great how little things like this can make them so happy.
