fishing is weird

Yep, been pretty crappy about keeping up on the blog lately. It's basically because I tend to believe that no one reads it. It's hard to be motivated when you feel that way. I'm definately not the kind of person who can just write and not have someone read it. I NEED TO BE HEARD, DAMMIT!!!

Anyway. that's pretty much it. Going fishing tomorrow with Nate. Apparently, I will be wearing waders, boots...the whole schmeal. It'll be weird, I'm sure. Oh, yeah, did I mention I will be in a pontoon boat.

Yeah, this is gonna be really weird.

Basically, exactly

I was thinking of starting to use Twitter, but this is basically exactly what I have always envisioned Twitter to be, so maybe not.

Another reason Apple kicks ass

Totally didn't believe this, but it is true. And crazy.

Read the article HERE.

minus fat lasagna loving cat

My awesome friend Kristina showed me my best, new favorite site to be discovered by mankind ever today. (Yes, that was bad grammar and I like it that way.) It's called Garfield minus Garfield...as in the cat from the comic strip. The description of the site uses words like, "bipolar," "schizophrenia," and "everyman." Now that is what I call, "pretty much kick-A."

We need new jobs.

Yesterday, Nate told me about talking to some friends at the fishing shop and getting so excited that he wanted to "quit my job and just go fishing all the time."

"Me too...and then I would..."

"Write all the time."

"Yeah, and work at the Apple Store. I'd really like that."

"We should do it."

"And get a dog. Do it and get a dog."

Today is your lucky day.

Today is my sister's birthday. We are two years apart. Before she was born, I wanted a puppy far more than I wanted a little sister. But my dad said we couldn't get one until my sister was born and we moved to Ohio.

On the day of her birth, my dad took me to the nursery so I could peer in and see my sister. After glancing in, I turned to him and said, "Ok, move to Ohio and get a puppy! We got this job done, let's move onto the next task."

Apparently, I was a remarkable child. Or so my mom says.

PC?

Why do people come to the Apple Store?

To buy stuff. To use the internet.

And ask, "Could you ever go back to PC?"

Umm...

No.

Duh.