its awsome

I have an attractive ear. yes it is true my right ear is hot not so much my left but my right is stunning. you may ask yourself ? what?! don't, just go with it, don't be jealous we all cant have an attractive ear. how did i discover this fabulous attribute well i noticed it in my rear view mirror. me not having anything else to crow about, this discovery made my day. really, i at first was doubtful but after observing literally a couple of ears both in person and on the telly i discovered a mess off pierced, cauliflower, squished, crocked, nasty, wort ed, blobs that posed as a hearing devise slapped up the side of peoples heads. as for mine "big "yes but its hugeness just makes its perfect form visible for all. i have a particularly lushes lob. if for instance i was stupid enough to tarnish my lobs perfectness by a piercing it would be ah inspiring as it would only point out my lobs perfect symmetry. do i boast "heck yes i do" but its not boasting if it is true. so next time i see you i suspect i will see a wondering eye as you try to glimpse the ear of which i speak.

ists done

the lights have dimmed and the sun has set on yet another gathering of the klan. time has passed and my guess is so has the travel gas. i have found that trips home are generally made with more hast partly because of travel gas and although party's are great fun and rejuvenating in there own way home is always best were ever that may be. my thoughts on the reunion? i got tired. i love getting to gather and talking and talking till in the am's talking. i don't like to miss a joke a chuckle or a late night apple beer which by the way thank you buff for the plentiful supply i feel all were quenched. how fun is it to see the kids run around. for those who care i have unleashed the dog to his great joy and he has managed to make a mess of the mess. ( not wise to leave garbage out) my children already miss your children which i take for a good sign and i pissed owen and frans off by allowing miller to take the cards o well i know were some more are. it only took me till Tuesday night to recover from the all night er which by the way i did because that is what my dad would of done and i want to be like my dad. i am impressed with you all and appreciate you just being you its nice to know that in this messed up world that there are at least some who will hang out with a shy neurotic o.c.d. freak who smells and cant spell but likes to have a good time and to talk about fun times and can eat food and sleep with the best of them. i love you all and hope jay and carri are doing better with health issues and hope john and his family
get hunkered down in there new surroundings. we missed you and prayed for you. till we gather again in some pore unsuspecting coroner of space i bid you a farewell and a salutation of some sort of which i have yet to think of --------------P.S. i think spell check needs some work!

this weeks schedule...5am up for work back home at 8pm drive to mattawa asleep by 10pm up at 3am drive to olimpia wa for a 8am class till 430pm drive back home get home at 9pm to bed by 11.

what did i learn at class? considering it was a domestic water certification exam review (exciting i know) i learned Amazonian woman can have red hair. those that complain the most about the environment in this state are the ones that have ripped a gash of humanity scaring for ever the lovely hills of the west coast. a tattooed woman is apparently not as uncommon as i would of guessed. i learned that you really have a competition if you want to win the ugly contest. i found gender a mystery is it a she or is it a he what ever. whats the point in driving a hybrid car at twice the speed limit just wondering. i learned that i really really like living way out in the country.

i get heard

the windows rattle at the noise, was that a sonic boom? and why did that sonic boom sound like the neighbors again.
it has only now donned on me that i have no need for a megaphone. i don't even need to yell to get my thoughts heard over the roar of family life. i need to only ask, tell, plead, suggest or remind in my soft pleasant voice and the chain of sound begins. you ever been in a canyon and yelled to get ones attention and that person yells at the next person till you get a hold of the right person that is the phenomenon i speak of. for example i say "hey owen " haylee pipes up yelling "owen" which doesn't get owens attention but gets frans attention who yells "owen" getting molly and mikadis attention who yell "owen" wail running from room to room. you would think all this yelling would get owens attention, but no only after a phone call from the neighbors just to make sure owen is not lost, and jenny making face to face contact do i hear from owen. so you see i need no megaphone i only need to speak and boom the word spreads. oh ya about owens attention problem jenny said its genetic what ever that means.

cute ya right

cute, that's an interesting word. I've herd it used to describe molly and mikaydi on several occasions. i have even let my mind slip into the ""they are cute "frame of mind, but i know better. for example at Church to day they were both cute-ing at the top of there lungs to the point a sibling separation was necessary. they both also had there dresses on back words, cute or a conspiracy? most often i come home from work and there is cute all over the floor. occasionally some cute gets on the ceiling. they spill cute ,through cute, splash cute all over the bath room i must tell you its really cute when they get into my bathroom supplies. hey don't take my word for it, come over and let them get some cute on you.

its comming to a back yard far from you

just imagine a world were dutch oven cobbler, smores ,and the maverick hot dog are endless wail you sit by a fire talking to your sibling catching up and reminiscing about old times. cousins playing games and running around enjoying the each others company. excitement fills the air in anticipation of the up coming Scottish games. Evey one standing in line to toss the caber or to put the stone and other such manly games bagpipes blaring onioning the neighbors as spectate rs lounge drinking copiously from a number of beverage crystals. laughter erupts as a replay of old slide showes illuminates the night sky. the sweet sent of food lingering from meal to meal of free food which is provided by the hosts. pleasant night bring rest and relaxation for travelers of afar. a hot tub and kid swimming pool sooth tired bones. its a do or do not event its meant to be relaxing or not its up to you. yes i have been working hard to train my dog to make the event less slippery lets say. i have accommodations in mind like campers, rooms, tents i need to know if you have eny specific needs but not to specific you make me ill. i would appreciate it if you RSVP me some how allowing me to prepare i have herd from( mom and dad melinda kristine buff ) i will try to call but if i don't let me know your plans i do have beds for many i have even made the kids sleep on garbage sacks for a month now so the pee spots wont be as fresh. beds will go to those of greatest need and to those who ask first. the longer you wait to tell me whats up the more likely you will end up in a tent on the ground well i decided i would just call every one but if i don't RSVP and blaa blaa gab gab what ever

its happening right now

molly you are ruining our game. we are playing spy and if you see us playing it then that ruinins it owen said as he pears around the mound of dirty laundry. molly replies with a nonchalant well i could see you the hole time. the wind whipping the shingles of the house grinds the nerves of the home provider as visions of ditches running over haunt his tired brain. a steady droning thud permeate the air haylee's bobbing head keeping its perfect rhythm. crawling among the dinning clutter she picks and pushes small piles of debris from here to there in an effort to look like she is cleaning. on occasional a off key Bellow cuts the air which can only be explained by a possible recognition of the toon she is currently listening to. a vain jax stands in his crib in the Conner admiring himself in the full length mirror which poses as a door. with full understanding of his vocalising future he aahs and goo goos as loud as he can. frans in interest of fun has discovered a plastic knife and has currently engaged all the children in a running yelling fake knife fight. yells for varies children are repeated over and over until there attention is obtained mikaydie not wanting to be left out is herd adding her two some times three cents worth. hi yah, got ya, hay do my move, aaaaooooiiieee, scream, yell, singing, bowling, crying.

It must be bed time.