Since I accidently turned Storm in the Key of G into a manifesto, it will be my only post this week (if anyone actually reads these things anyway). So since this won't be an actual post I would like to say a few things for those I know read this rubbish--my reasoning: rappers get shout outs, why can't I?
Jay- sometimes it is fiction man, don't get all worked up. The monkeys, though, those were real. Sorry about your tools, but relaje, amigo.
Lisa-congrats on the newest addition. Games this Christmas. Games.
Cody-you are downstairs right now. and as creepy as this sounds i am watching you read my blog. you smile; i smile. you grimace; i smile wider.
Nate-cut your hair, shave your 'beard.' Christmas is no time to look Jewish (no offense to Jewish people, of course, a gorgeous people group. just not too festive this time of year).
Leslie-thanks for the advice . . .
Johanna and Josh (and baby)-I'll see you this weekend.
Jonathan-i don't think you read this nor do you have time, but your blog got me started on here. you are the best guy i know, doing the best thing i know, and you will be in my prayers this holiday season.
Brice-your three-pointer the other night, well, it moved me.
April-i heard you read this stuff. i don't believe it, but if so, i'm glad to be here with you and wish you well.
Kerrie- t-minus five days until you see the 'not-so big guy'. salute him for me.
Evan-see you in the springtime.
Mom-love you (and could you make sure the washer is empty . . . i'll be there thursday).
if i missed some of you, let me know, but do so harshly and with conviction. if you have anything you want cover, i would love to accomodate my readership: let me know via comments or email.
Merry Christmas to all (and hannakuh to Nate).
07 December 2008
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