Looking for some props from the gnome

So here's an older picture of me out and getting ready for a walk around the block or something. Truth is I don't remember the occasion too well-they all just seem to run together.

I don't have a lot of time to update now, but I'm going to try and throw something together for everyone.

Everyone is getting their stuff together for mom and dad and it's really cool how easily it's been for everyone. I know it's a hassle for all the people involved but we really are happy that this is going smoothly for everyone. We know that it's about getting my new brother or sister, and it'll do so well here with everyone. The Fire Marshal came today to inspect the house. Turns out we don't have a lot of things to do and we'll whip through everything really quickly. It's going to be awesome when I get my sibling up in this piece to help terrorize. It's going to be awesome!!

Oh by the way, it seems I've got some competition with the gnome that's running around. WE ARE NOT THE SAME, PEOPLE!!! He's retired and travelling; I'm a toddler who's captive to being cute so as not to have to do too much. It's working so far, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to give up some liberties pretty soon. Everyone is on to me- I can walk, but I'm trying not to make it too obvious.

So, we'll keep swinging and hit it where they ain't.

Everyone's gonna laugh at you...Fuller

Okay so I'm a bit behind posting on the goods. My publicist is having some personal issues that are preventing all these great thoughts from making the public domain. So I'm going to do my best to catch you all up on everything.

I went swimming last week. I'm a fan of me the Norwood community pool. Lot's of kids hanging out there.

We're in high swing to get things together for Dos. Everyone is running around making appointments to get all the bases covered. Fuller is quite certain he's going to find out he's been carrying a terminal illness.

Darcy is leaving officially sometime today. It's going to be sad. I thought she was cool and hanging out with her, as often as that happened anyway, always produced a couple of chuckles.

Man, is summer almost over? I hear kids are going back to school in two or three weeks. It feels like it's just flown by.

Did you know I have a huge sand pit in the backyard. Dad built me a great big play pit complete with net and enough space to invite some friends over for a good time. If anyone wants to get a game going, give me a call and we'll set something up. I gotta be honest though, I got more game than you would ever think. I may be short statured, but I got mad hops.

Alright, I'm going to go eat some dinner. I hope it's grilled cheese. I love me some grilled cheese.

Alright, everyone take a deep breath and calm down

Okay I lied. I did indeed go to Arkansas. Have you ever been to Arkansas? Well let me tell you. I keep saying California for a reason.

Now for those of you in Arkansas, don't be offended. I liked your community. I liked your state. I liked you. But if you had the choice to tell people Arkansas or California, well then I think my point has just been made. I know that one day I'll be coming back your way. When that day comes, I will be more than excited. But until then, I'm saying I was in California.

Back to the napping.

The original international ladies man

Wow, I wish the world would slow down for like, 4 minutes. Between naps, playing on the firetruck, and laughing at the people I live with, it's just been Krazy (that's right, it's so krazy I spelled it with a K).

I just got back from California where I was visiting my aunt and stuff. California is a real nice place and one day I may have to think about making a permanent move to the west coast. Snoop Dogg look out because Mac Wrizzle be coming to yo' doorstep.

Between all the excitement of eating oranges and waiting for this damn tooth to come through, I got a haircut. Yeah ladies, I'm available. I also got my passport. It's sweet and I can now go international. Which is strange because I am international. In either case, I'm leaving for Colombia soon, and I got to make sure I can get back into this country after breaking all the ladies hearts down in my original home town. Don't get me wrong, I love it there. But it's kind of like Metamora. It's a nice place to visit, just not so great to live.

Alright, well it's about time for lunch. I better go wake someone up to feed me. I know we went to the grocery store, so there better not be any excuses for not getting an orange.

I'm no Evel Knievel, but...

Okay, so when Papaw is coming for the weekend, you can absolutely forget about me posting on my blog. I'm having waaay too much fun with him and mamaw. Holy crap they are fun.

I guess everyone was out of the country or something tonight. Family Guy was on, but no one came to watch it. It's probably for the best. I got to rest, though everything television wise in now in the basement. The tv area has relocated to the basement now. I know the plan is to make that permanent, but I know when we start working down there on stuff it's going to change again.

It has been quiet here lately. I guess with Lori and Darcy gone it makes a big difference. I don't want to get all gushy eyed and mushy, but I guess they add some serious diversity to the house that is noticably gone when they aren't around.

Well, I'm off because it's kind of late and i'm planning on getting up early in the morning. No, there's no real reason. I'll probably just be really hungry and want something to eat. Gosh, I hope this thing where I cry really loud for a while gets me fed for the rest of my life. How awesome would that be? Peace out kids.

Oh sweet mercy

Holy crap, did you hear? It looks like the greatest North American sport of all time is back. Long live the NHL!!! Now if only we could lock out Gary Bettman and replace him with the Great One in the league office.

Getting Fuller with Papaw and Pony

So I just got criticized for writing about Steve Bragg in my last post. I guess I need to be more aware of the jealousy that can arise out of my posting here.

Steve, when you do something completely fantastic, I'll write about you.

Seriously though, Steve Fuller is the man. He's a completely sarcastic and funny (looking?) guy. I've seen him slow dance with another man on the porch (that was with Steve Bragg), become completely obsessed with this game called poker, and he's my hero because his complete diet is based around cereal. I wish mom and dad would understand and see that if he can do it, then so can I. We all know how much I love the fruit, especially oranges. How wrong can it be to base an entire diet on something as good as fruit? Yeah, I understand that I need more than just fruit at this stage in my life. But gosh, when Fuller eats bowl after bowl of cereal for dinner, I'm just jealous.

The weekend is on the doorstep and I can't wait. I know it means Papaw is coming back down for a couple of days. I absolutely cannot wait for him to get here. Don't get me wrong here, I love Mamaw just as much. She's completely cool and takes really good care of me. I get so spoiled by both of them. There's just something about Papaw that makes me laugh until my sides hurt.

Alright, it's time to go visit Pony and get some rest in before the big weekend arrives. I know I'm going to need it with all the work happening.

That's why I like to scroll with scroll buttons

Wow, Steve Bragg made some awesome fajitas for dinner last night. There was steak, chicken, and portabella mushroom. Then he topped it all off with banana splits. What a great dinner. Oh, and community time was good also.

So I guess the hurricane weather has finally made it to Cincinnati. What is it about this kind of weather that makes you want to just stay in bed? What is it about this kind of weather that makes you want to read a book? Or watch a movie? I mean, it just sucks the energy right out of you, and becoming lazy is the only option.

Not really a lot to mention in this post. Kalla is back home for the day watching me, and mom's at work for the first time in forever. I think I'll go watch that Sesame Street episode. I know how the repetitive lyrics and repeating syllables irk the poop out of steve bragg. He might know how to cook, but he's got no tolerance for kid's learning aides.

Elvis at the Double-J

So Steve Bragg is cooking dinner tomorrow night for the house. It's a weekly thing where "family dinner" is covered by one of the peeps living here, and it just so happens to be his turn. Steve, or as this one is called "2", has decided that a trip to Jungle Jims is in order to find the meal. Oh man, I love Jungle Jims. I'll be honest, the singing animals kind of freak me out. I mean, who comes up with a hippo that sings Elvis? Strange.

Have you seen their wine selection? That "celler" room is filled with a selection that would make Ted Kennedy drool in anticipation. But seriously, quite tasty. Their cheese department is off the hook also. I've never sampled so many choices in my life.

Man, after a two and a half hour nap, things just take a while to come back into focus. Thankfully I had some pasta for lunch, followed by the varitable assortment of fruit. If anyone wants to take care of me for an evening, make sure you have enough oranges and banana's to feed a small zoo. Yeah, I'm serious.

We had a meeting here last night concerning the new church. I got to play with some toys and listen to what will be happening. Turns out there will be a ridiculously sweet volleyball/cornhole/hangout night down at the Sandbar at the end of this month. I can't wait to get my cornhole on. I may be from Colombia, and cornhole may be a "Westside staple," but I got game.

Well I was writing because I had to wait on Kalla to get ready for this trip to Jungle Jims, which will henceforth be known as "The Double-J", and now she's ready. I hope dad's not going to embarrass me at the store like the last time. Hey dad, if you read this, and you see me talking it up with some sweet girls at the store, don't, for the love of a large chipped gravy boat, ask if I need my diaper changed. Just assume I don't and worry about it after we get in the car.

Peace, I'm out.