I love you as much as water loves the sun,
I love you as much as old men love to run,
I love you as much as a baby not eating,
I love you as much as a baby when teething,
I love you as much as cats love dogs,
I love you as much as people love hogs,
In short, I hate you.
Never speak to me again,
At least until I am one-hundred and ten.
A poem for someone who won’t leave you alone.
So there were two guys who went out hiking together. One of them fell, and was unresponsive so the other guy called 911. My friend fell down and I can’t get him to wake up, the guy said, I think he might be dead. Okay, said the 911 operator, first you need to make sure he is dead. Then there was a pause, and then a gunshot. then the guy said, Okay, what now?
You know I always think that there should an easier way to do things. Like when an author describes something in a really weird and confusing way instead just using a normal, understandable, sentence. Like when a person says something looks like a raging blue prairie instead of just saying that the water foamed and crashed around the boat (from Moby Dick). Or when all those linguists tried to figure out ancient Egyptian texts. They should have just asked an ancient Egyptian. And all the scientists who calculated the circumference of the world, they could have just used a tape-measure. Seriously though, some book descriptions are not understandable.
So, Veronica’s stuffed kangaroo, Roo, has been missing for the past three days, and Veronica has been worrying about where he is, and asking people if they have it. So, she decided she to give whoever found it a paper pearl as a reward. A little while later Christopher found it, and Veronica was so excited she decided to preform some sort of ceremony to honor Christopher. But, do you know how Christopher found Roo? He looked! Yep, the whole time Veronica was fretting about Roo she hadn’t even looked for him.
So, recently we started burning the “Santa In A Candle” candle again, (it almost feels like Christmas again) and the wax had all melted so we were considering pulling Santa out. But that would ruin our great new tradition. Besides, Santa had already fallen over in the wax. 
This leaves me with an important question: should we continue calling it “Santa In A Candle, or should we rename it “Santa In Carbonite”. I think we should continue calling it “Santa In A Candle” during Christmas, but “Santa In Carbonite” the rest of the year. It just seems more seasonally appropriate that way.
Well, I guess that’s one less cockroach to bother us. That’s what I love about lizards, they like to eat annoying bugs. And I like the way the always try to eat things at least as big as their head.
I have always liked our plumeria, the way its branches bend instead of breaking, and the way the flowers look when it is in bloom. Recently however, when walking home from the park I have noticed that the plumeria looks kinda barren and sad. So I came with a great idea to restore its look of color and fullness, that is both practical and useful. We can use it as a hat-rack! That way you have a convenient place to hang your hats during a barbecue, your tree looks really stylish, and you can get a great new storage place. See! 
Even the shadow looks cool. 
The one problem is if it rains your hat will get wet, or the hat gets dirty, or rodents start living in it, or spiders and other bugs make a home it, or it gets blown away, or your hat could get stolen, or… okay maybe it really isn’t such a great idea.
While we were eating dinner this evening we were bemoaning the fact that we couldn’t find a working suitcase turntable for Anne (the first one came broken). And Mom and Dad had been looking at different options, and there was one that looked really neat, but the battery would not hold a charge. So as they were discussing this Veronica suddenly chimed in, “And I think all those batteries should come with clamps, because it would get tiring if you had to hold in the charge all the time.” It was very cute the way she said it, but I think she had reached the end of her knowledge on the subject.
Yay, it’s finally February 3rd, and not Groundhog day. Reliving the day over and over was really annoying, but I figured it out. It all had to do with living a perfect day or something like that. By the way did the silly groundhog see it’s shadow or not? You know after 37 days you’d think I would have figured that out.
Have you ever wondered where the expression “sick as a dog” comes from? I mean do dogs just get sick more often then people? I don’t think this is the case because every time I see a dog it looks fairly healthy… you know for a dog. Or do dogs just get extra sick when they do get sick? Having never owned a dog I may never know.
