Fingers...Cramping...

Ever type too much, and then your fingers hurt? Me too, (unless you said no, then I feel quite awkward right now...)

Once again The Paper isn't showing up. I think it's ditching me. One would have to have a pathetic life to be ditched by a paper. Anyway, I thought I would share more about me.

I have a mom, dad, and one brother. (I could get into more stuff about him, but I won't. But I will say that he is definitely one of my heroes.)

Now that I think about it, I have a real boring life and writing it all down for you to read would be very boring for the both of us. But, I guess I could run over some of the more general stuff with you. I promise to spice it up with some pizazz!

I was born in beautiful Honolulu, Hawaii (yes, really!) and moved all over the country from there. (Yes, really!) From Virgina (and the Pentagon) to Alaska, to dusty Colorado, twice. Moving stinks. Bad. Imagine a skunk and something else smelly getting together and having a baby. That baby eats a pine cone and makes an awful smell. That is the stink of moving. This brings me into my next category. Randomness. Something some of you, and everyone whose met me has picked up on. I enjoy being random. Almost as much as I like arguing. (Don't worry, I use my powers for good.)

Now, it's ten o'clock, and I'm tired.

To be continued...

MD

Joyous Hangover Day to all the Faithful Readers out there!

Sorry.

Again.

I've fallen behind again. If you had the memory span of a pea, you would forget your blog too. Plus, I was busy with Christmas stuff and family coming, so there! You may been griping at me for not writing, but what about you? were you faithfully checking every day to see if I had gotten off my lazy butt and written these? HMMMMMM?

Now we are even.

This is the part of the show where I amaze you with an amazing fact, doodad, or I challenge common knowledge. For that, I have a handy dandy Paper that tells me what to write down. Well, The Paper has gone missing. So I will scrape the bottom of the crusty shriveled up old pea I occasionally call my mind.

Cleveland is, to this day spelled incorrectly. The town was named after William Cleaveland, and was appropriately named, Cleaveland. But, it was shortened to Cleveland, because it fit on the masthead of a newspaper better than the ten lettered, Cleaveland.

Now, I am tired of typing Cleveland.

Exhaustedly yours,

MD

P.S. I almost forgot to explain Hangover Day to you. Many of the holidays that we celebrate I find to be COMPLETELY USELESS! Thanksgiving, and New Years are two examples.

THANKSGIVING:

Yeah, I know. It's about the Pilgrims. The Indians helped them, blah, blah blah. We should be thankful to God EVERYday. Not just on one day where people feel pressured to be thankful.

NEW YEARS:

So what? It's just another year. Just another day. Nothing to celebrate at all! If we have to celebrate it, we might as well call it by what happens on the day. Thus, Hangover Day. All those New Years Eve parties can really take a toll on your head.