little brother

So, do you guys remember the story about the girl who was screaming for the imaginary friend who had run away from her?

Well, that was what I thought, anyway.  If you’re not apprised of the story, go read that post.

today i spent time online with tim & others in tim's organized weekly skypecast. it was cool, my microphone worked the whole time this week. the first time i plugged into the skypecast the microphone crapped out after about 10 minutes and i did the chat thing.

Last Sunday for Mother’s Day we went to visit my mom. My nephews, Snake & The Evil One were also in attendance. At times, the boys, as with most other boys their ages, will get a bit rambunctious. They had these little bean bags and NERF balls that they were playing with inside the house.

Last Sunday for Mother’s Day we went to visit my mom. My nephews, Snake & The Evil One were also in attendance. At times, the boys, as with most other boys their ages, will get a bit rambunctious. They had these little bean bags and NERF balls that they were playing with inside the house.

When I was nineteen years old I was living in a big city, taking the bus downtown to class and to work each day, and considering transferring to Slippery Rock University as a junior business major.

I was in the process of breaking up with Sam. He'd been fun, but I was moving on.

Theme for April 19th, 2008: “Thirteen”

Happening to wear the same color shirt when you go to a thrift store: pure chance.
Two lovely vests: Five dollars each.
Convincing your little brother to try one on and pose with you in the thrift store: Priceless.

Fred Thompson little brother appears on Red