time to blog

Hello, self.
Another Saturday night and I was dancing dirty to the ipod up in Cal's room. I was just trying to burn off the few thousand extra calories I consumed today. These kids have way to much rap influence in their lives. No, actually I think it's kind of funny to hear them call each other "home slice", etc. I just don't like the music that much, except, of course, for "Ridin' Dirty."

Everyone loved my brother-in-law Chuck's essay on mild Cyclothymic Disorder (bipolar). I am going to have to help him get it published. I think it is very good, and I am jealous he can write better than me. He can use metaphor and simile, and I am too dry and boring to do that.

We are watching "When Good Pets Go Bad" but it is mostly about rodeos gone awry, bulls gone wild, escaped zoo animals and wild animals attacking people. Pretty gruesome. Eli couldn't handle it, and neither can I. These people are getting, like, killed. Now Santa is being maimed by Caspar, one of his reindeer. He has a horn through the calf of his leg.