i wish i knew these people

arrivederci, rebecca marie

pictures guaranteed to amaze and astound you

so this is a thingy by my house (hey, you can call that number and find out where it is and if you wanted to stalk me you'd be REALLY warm if we were playing the "warmer.... colder...." game.) and it says this and everything. awesome.



and this is this kid called sang who me and my friend shanna (this is me and shanna)



(do you like my double chin? do you looooove it?)

(let's face it, from that angle, it's a full double face. yessss. double face.)

(anyway)

this is this kid called sang who me and my friend shanna called peter cause he was catholic and that's the name he got when he got baptised and stuff and anyway i useta haveta take him to school and this is him. this is how he looked everyday in the car and it was awesome too and so you should see it.



you just can't make this stuff up. and also sang used to live with shanna but he doesn't anymore because now he lives in china and wook lives with shanna now. shanna sometimes calls wook "luke," and i sometimes call wook "roy."

arreviderci, rebecca marie

please don't read my blog, jon voight

i was just watching national treasure (national treasure deaux is almost here can i get a "what? what?") and i realized that there are some actors who creep me out just by looking at them and it doesn't really matter what they are doing because they are just plain creepy and not in a "you're super cool creepy" way like christopher walken and one of those people who is just plain creepy is jon voight.

jon voight, if you are reading this blog please don't. cause you sincerely creep me out.

for reals.

arrivederci, rebecca marie

the really really real reason that the ducks are comprised of awesome

so the ducks are all like awesome and stuff and have some sincerely boss fooooosball skillz. the game on saturday was the most fun i've ever had in thirteen years of doing it up autzen style.

but here is the real reason why the ducks are my number one team.

story number one:

a few weeks back, i muscled the he-spawn up to jonathan stewart (oh heck yes, i said jonathan stewart) and he signed an autograph for the wee feller. then i took this here picture. but what makes it awesome is how many times jonathan patted my boy on the mellon and said "praise jesus man, praise the lord, dude, jesus is number one."

right. on.



story bee (can i get a check jerry seinfeld?):

on saturday i muscled my boy through the crowd formed around kwame agyeman (i should say here, that at this point in both stories, the mister says to me he goes, "he's never gonna get up there," and i said to the mister, "oh yeah? watch me.") and i said to kwame, "hey, could i take a picture of you with my son (i actually said "son," i know... wierd)?" and he says to me he goes, "sure." so i say, "boy, go stand right next to him, and i'll take your picture while he keeps signing autographs." and kwame looks up and says, "no, hang on." then he finishes the autograph he's on, takes off his hemet and hunkers down next to the he-spawn and full on poses with my boy.



basically. awesome.

i'm telling you. be nice to my kid? i'll love you forever. oh. heck. yes.

other parents, can i get an amen?

arrivederci,
rebecca marie

jesus for king '08