Surprise! You didn't think I still wrote here, did you? Well, I come to you today to tell you I missed you and to ask for money.

It's that time of year again, I'm doing St. Baldricks... aka I'm letting someone shave my head to raise money for children's cancer research. There isn't much I hate more than cancer. I know we're all sitting on trust funds and structured settlements (thanks Wayne Wright, injury attorney!), but anything you can do will help.

Please donate here.

THANKS!

Those of you who know us well know that the Kid enjoys cocking cooking. So much in fact that he has acquired a pretty decent stash of cooking devices. Like this mixer.

So I just wanted to rub this in.

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Tom and I spent yesterday working from various coffee shops with free wifi. At the second coffee shop we were close to the bathrooms. I look up at one point when I smelled something less than pleasant, and Tom was making a "ewwww" face. We were wearing headphones so I IM'd him.

Me: nice seat choice jackass. maybe next time we can sit IN the bathroom

A couple minutes later:

Tom: i think your female cousin just pooped flowers

Next time we'll convince lazyJ to join us and have a flattire coffee shop work-o-rama.

Haven't posted rock band pics in a long time so here are a few. I've decided snakes make good shirts, lazyJ is looking extra ripped, and Tom's got some sweet tats.

Ok, last Christmas related post since it is February and all.

"downtown"

...except for keeping his sign from getting torn

um...

Wonder if PVT Ponce was a private during the civil war, if so he was the oldest private ever.

We decided to run an experiment and asked a bunch of people what their current top 3 favorite songs were. Not all time favorites, not greatest songs ever, just whatever they were really into at the moment. Here's the results and I promise the site is not porn.

We didn't want to pay to register a new name just for this so we used one we already had that wasn't being used. Thank god for lazyJ and his domain name impulse buys!

My mom loves telling me I need to go back to school and do something with my life, but my dad takes the much more materialistic approach and tells me to improve my life by buying things. For instance during the course of our 14 hour drive from Virginia to Florida he claimed I needed to buy all of the following:

- a new car
- a boat
- a RV
- a log cabin

Bear in mind that each time he makes this suggestion, it starts with "Boy, you need to get you a [insert random object]." So yes, my dad really did say "Boy, you need to get you a log cabin."

Hopefully Obama can do something about this "recission" soon.