Whew, What a Weekend

Evacuations really aren't that bad, especially not when you aren't being evacuated but you get five college people at your house for days... Lots of fun, food, cleaning and sleep deprivation.
If only I could make some serious z's.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...


*Note the three different pronunciations of W in the title.*

NOTICE:

EDITED NOTICE:
From now on, the words "God bless" are being removed from this blog. This is done because it is an incomplete sentence, and since some of us appreciate the English Language enough not to violate it so cruelly and frequently, it is intollerable. See comment number seven for more details. It does not mean that I am banning God from this blog, because this blog is about my life and God is my life.
Thank you, good night.

Awana 2005 Go Light Your World

Melissa Warren, here we come!

Smoke= Plan Quasher

Imagine this picture with me: It's Saturday night, and you've just come back from Santa Barbara. You and your sister are imagining a great day at the beach the next day. You are planning on going to 7:30 Mass and then playing tennis for a few hours and heading to the beach to spend the afternoon. Also imagine that the beach is a great place to spend the afternoon. It's so much fun. You just hang out, freeze in the surf, boogie-board, and warm up again in the sand. Continue imagining: So, you wake up the next morning only to find that The Fire is smoking all the way over in Ojai and Ventura. Ventura's where the beach is. There's a thin layer of ash everywhere, and there are warnings not to leave the house. There's ugly smoke like a thick layer of brownish clouds above you. If you go outside, your throat hurts. There go your Sunday plans...
On the bright side, I had a fun weekend. Football and car washes, you name it. Kind of a bad way to end it, though. Enjoy the out-doors for me today, guys. Appreciate it. That's not a request.

This is Geraldine

Deirdre had a fight with an avocado the other day. The avocado won.

If you come to visit, you can see her scar.

She didn't even get an ER bracelet from the Ojai Hospital. She would be the first one to make a use of that facility...

Dear Sheila,

I love you and your Norwegian fish dishes. Please be mine forever more.

Love,
Clyde Hastywell