All things family related go here (so pretty much everything).
One sounds cool, the other just induces mental images of big-hair and bell-bottom jumpsuits. That’s why we have a Crystal ball.
And yes, it is our living room. Why? Because our house is just that awesome. Time for a crystal gallery!
note: I can’t set these pictures to open in a new tab, but if you’d like them to, just hold the ctrl button when you click them.
Today Veronica showed me her very first comic book! Maybe Stephen has a replacement. The comic is called the Pouncing Bobcat. 
It depicts what Veronica does in the morning: Jump out of bed, snuggle, eat a peanut butter snack, and eat an Ibis (wait…). Pretty good for a seven year old. Veronica says she would make more comics but she can never keep an idea in her head long enough to write it. Looks like you’re safe for now Stephen.
I try not to have philosophical conversations/monologues/rants on the Longbow blog. This is in part because I don’t want to bore you, but even more so because my mood is so often reflected in my dialogues (at least to me), and then I look back on old post and think, “Man I was having a bad week.”
I keep making resolves not to expound about my personal thoughts, likes, and philosophies I’m just really bad at keeping them. Like today an exposition against exposition…nailed it.
I am currently experiencing the sublime ecstasy (well, maybe it’s only extreme joy (well, it’s at least a nice sense of satisfaction)) that I’m sure every woodwind player experiences after getting a new reed.
But this experience is even greater than the usual pleasure of playing with a good reed. Nay, the happiness is heightened by the horrible shape of my old reeds (they were grey and bent in half). They were so bad I had to play with them for half an hour before I could play the set right. These new reeds are better in every way. They have better sound, better control…they even taste better.
So, for dinner tonight we are eating goulash, and I was wondering; who decided to name it goulash? I mean, it sounds look the name of a horrifying monster. Don’t get me wrong, it looks and smells delicious, but personally I think someone who was editing a cook book, and a horror novel got confused and switched the recipe’s and the monster’s names. Soon in book stores near you; Night of the Delicious Meat Stew!
Today when I got out of school, I tried to call Mom, but I couldn’t. Not for any really good reason like I was fighting jaguars or diffusing a bomb. No, I couldn’t call Mom because I had lost my phone. I spent the next 5 minutes retracing my steps, until I suddenly noticed a bulge in one of my less used jacket pockets. It was my phone. That was when I came to the conclusion I had too many pockets.
Remember Stephen’s post about the uses of plastic swords? Well, as it turns out Veronica has figured out her own use for them. So the other day Veronica came up to Mom and said, “Hey Mom, look at my new insignia.” 
Mom said, “I didn’t know you had an insignia.” Veronica said, “Now I do!” Looks like those plastic swords can also be used for insignias. Who knew?
Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone. We were kinda busy today with company,. and helping serve Thanksgiving breakfast at St. Joseph. We had a great time serving food with our friends this morning, and entertaining our friends this afternoon.
Today Nicholas sent me this text… 
Here’s a bigger version of the picture.
Oh and Nicholas acknowledged that he used the wrong “here.” It’s causing him great distress.
I went to sign in to my WordPress account just now and wrote my password in my username, then I wrote my last name as my password, and just look at how I spelled the title! (I know it’s actually spelled panyck).
I can’t focus on anything right now. My problem is somebody broke the coffee carafe and now I experiencing serious coffee withdrawal. Nobody knows who broke the carafe either, we found it sitting in the coffee maker leaking the fresh pot of coffee. Someone must have slammed the delicate coffee dish on the counter too and cracked it. I haven’t had a cup of java in hours. I can’t think. I can’t type. I must find the man who broke the coffee carafe and make them pay…or just buy a fifteen dollar coffee maker from Walmart. Yeah, that sounds much more sane
