kenna

Man, i used to LOVE being alone.  I mean I still do… but i think now i really just want someone to be close by just not close enough to know what i am doing and only hear me if I scream in terror.

Can this possibly be normal?

I hope so or double God bless my husband.

THANK YOU JESUS FOR KELLY J FREESTONE.

This is the coolest foggy mountain ever.  Earl and Steve (not Steve Earle), wiggity wiggity wiggity WHAT.

THANK YOU JESUS FOR EARL SCRUGGS.

THANK YOU JESUS FOR STEVE MARTIN.

Its been one of those days at the Christensen/Freestone farm.

We all have weird little idiosyncrasies and as of late I have been thinking that I need to start cataloging my own.  I guess don’t really have any good reason for it other than in a post Seinfeld world you just have to make fun of yourself because no one else is going to do it for you.  I stumbled across one of those today.  It involves the eating of a pop/fudgesicles.

There are two rules to eating one of these delectable treats.  A; one must never never never ever ever ever ever allow the stick to touch ones teeth. Ever.  Might as well burn me with an iron. B; one must tear the wrapper down the middle but not take it off of the popsicle.  Take the wrapper and wrap it around the stick at the bottom so not even ones fingers must touch the wooden stick whilst eating.

Maybe i will demonstrate tomorrow when i enjoy one of my sent from heaven sweet freedom fudgesicles.  mmm.  sweet freedom.

Man those glasses can be a real bitch.

I realize that my grandmother is wearing the same exact sweater in every picture BUT i swear i bathe her.  Its just her favorite and she refuses to be comfortable in anything else and who gives a flying you know what.  HA.

So we had to go on a little trip around the county today.  First we had to take Kelly some lunch, followed by a trip to greenfield to get some pills and lastly we had to go get some money at the bank which we used for some ice cream bars. BY THE WAY.  What the f is up with the ice cream shop not being open in Adair.  Its almost the end of freaking april.  We are iowans.  We need ice cream. DUH fart faces.

i told everyone i had cool relations.

Be careful not to give your 92 year old grandmother quaker oat diet rice crackers.  She may get addicted.  She may not have the words and have your cousin looking through every cupboard when you are gone because she would never think the woman wants the diet rice cake crackers.  But, she does.  Badly.  Do not take them away and my lord why did you only get two bags.

my printer is so ghetto that it takes two people to run it, yet so uptown it has a scanner.  Its a printer oxymoron.  reminds me of my life.  ghetto with uptown accessories.