Go ahead. Laugh at me. I'll still deny that I have a type, but lately I seem to have found myself going on several dates with a competitive tall blond girl.
I hate you all.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
New News
Well, we moved into our house last weekend, and I would have said so earlier, but we were without internet for a WHOLE WEEK! (I know, crazy, right?) So for those of you who care, my new address is
1026 W. Union Valley Rd
Seymour, TN
37865
So that wonderful. No tiny, cramped apartment. I also have a bed now too.
On the other hand, my grandfather died two days ago. I feel bad because I missed the last two Thanksgivings and Father's Days which were always a time when my family would get together and he would always be there. I don't think I'll be going to his funeral because that's not how I want to remember my Pappy. I remember waking up early in the morning and going out to the kennel to help him feed his dogs, or him putting me on the pony, Magic, and giving me a ride (even tho I'd been riding my own for quite some time, this was a new horse, so it was wonderful). He'd let me play with all the new puppies from every litter his dogs had, and even kept my favorite dog to use as a breeder so that I could always play with him whenever I'd visit. He was a tall man (if not quite so tall as I) and even after 90 years you could still see that he'd been a farmer. That is how I want to remember him. That was Pappy.
So that sucks.
1026 W. Union Valley Rd
Seymour, TN
37865
So that wonderful. No tiny, cramped apartment. I also have a bed now too.
On the other hand, my grandfather died two days ago. I feel bad because I missed the last two Thanksgivings and Father's Days which were always a time when my family would get together and he would always be there. I don't think I'll be going to his funeral because that's not how I want to remember my Pappy. I remember waking up early in the morning and going out to the kennel to help him feed his dogs, or him putting me on the pony, Magic, and giving me a ride (even tho I'd been riding my own for quite some time, this was a new horse, so it was wonderful). He'd let me play with all the new puppies from every litter his dogs had, and even kept my favorite dog to use as a breeder so that I could always play with him whenever I'd visit. He was a tall man (if not quite so tall as I) and even after 90 years you could still see that he'd been a farmer. That is how I want to remember him. That was Pappy.
So that sucks.
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