I was gonna update my facebook status but I didn’t have anything to say.

This means everything is fine.

It’s like Sam Phelps.

But in three dee.

and with that cheeky grin he had lost.

Nobody said it was easy.

I was looking at my photos just now trying to decide which one was my favourite.

I tend to prefer the less posed for ones that are moments from life. The ironing board photo will always be the pinicle of this for me. But its not my favourite from the wall.

There are alot of very nice group shots, but they are ruled out for being posed.

The cake face photo is another classic photo that I love. It’s probably forth on my list.

In all honesty I could choose just one.

These are my three favourite pictures.

and if you aren’t in them, you won’t understand why I prefer them to all the others.

There are only two words I want to say to these people.

And the fact they’ll say I don’t need to say it makes it truer.

Thank you.

“I was about 7 or so, and while visiting my grandfather decided that I would try to catch a squirrel. Problem was my hunting experience consisted almost entirely of watching Wile E. Coyote and Elmer Fudd fail time and time again. That didn’t stop me.

I got some acorns, a shoe box, a small twig and about 10 feet of string. I built the classic “box propped up by a stick with treats underneath” trap and cleverly hid about 10 feet away behind another tree.

One of my grandfather’s elderly female neighbors saw me and asked what I was doing. When I told her I was trying to catch a squirrel she yelled at me and told me that I was a bad kid for trying to kill an animal. I cried and ran into the house and told my grandfather. He went outside and started yelling at her, but I remember hearing something like “He’s clearly not going to catch anything, look at that ridiculous trap!”  “