Birthday Boy

HE'S 30!!!!!!! Yesterday was the big day! Al is no longer twenty-something.

Since the big day fell on a Tuesday, Alex really didn't have much chance to sleep in...not that he didn't try. He is usually out of bed by 4:00, but managed to hit that snooze button until 5:15. When he finally did join the land of the living (not that there are many to join at that hour) he was greeted by fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls. That's right folks, I woke up and made breakfast (I can mange once every 30 years!!).

Knowing full well that Al was wanting to keep his birthday "on the down-low", Micaiah and I decided to drop in on him just before lunch. Thanks to a few well placed guys in the team room, we were able to thoroughly embarrass the man. There's nothing like opening your office door to find a miniature grim reaper delivering balloons and inviting you out to soba.

After work Al was greeted at home by cards, gifts, and lasagna (his favorite). And for dessert a strawberry cheesecake topped with an emergency candle (I'm not sure we could've fit 30 candles on there).

I think it was a good birthday. I HOPE it was a good birthday. Of course, there is still the weekend.

And for those of you curious...yes, I bought a new digital camera. I couldn't very well capture this milestone on a camera phone could I?

Anchorage, Okinawa

So it's a little cold in my house...big deal.

I find that 76 is a nice reasonable indoor temerature during the summer months. Plenty cool enough to get that smack of air when you walk in from the heat of the day. However two days ago the thermastat in our house was replaced and now I can barely get that thing to inch over 61. Here it is, the middle of September, and I am walking around in flannel pajamas, a huge fleece robe and fuzzy slippers. My toes have offically turned into ice cubes and I am fairly positive there is an icesicle forming on the tip of my nose.

Poor Alex...He must be having flashbacks of our winters spent in Colorado or Washington. I spent the entire afternoon huddled on the couch trying to snuggle my feet up under his sweatshirt for a little warmth. I'm pretty sure I sent him flying through the roof a few times. I feel terrible...really I do. But it isn't my fault he is so darn warm blooded, my cold toes-ies ache to be against his skin. hehehehe!!

I have to admit, at first it was kind of fun. Big sweaters, cuddling close to the one you love, drinking hot cocoa, watching movies while wrapped in a big fluffy blanket. It was like mid-autumn back home. In fact, I think the leaves of my house plants will begin to change soon. Unfortunatly my family doesn't view this in quite the same way I do. The kids are whiny, my husband is cranky, and everyone is too damn cold to move. It sort of makes me want to hybernate!

The night before last, Ashton readied for bed by donning sweatpants, an oversized sweater, and two pairs of socks. And tonight I went to kiss Tristyn good-night and saw that she and Micaiah both were huddled under her mink blanket wearing jackets. By tomorrow Kayl should be finished with the firepit he is constructing at the foot of his bed. Either that or everyone will take to sleeping on the trampoline so to enjoy the warmth the night air has to offer.

Okay, so my house is freezing...it's just that I can't seem to figure this new thermostat out. My last one was digital. When you wanted 76, you pressed the button untill it read 76. Duh, a monkey could've worked the thing. Now there are little lines and dots (lines and dots suck). And the numbers aren't even directly under the line or dot they should be, so I am left to guess. Don't the thermostat makers know that I am terrible at guessing? For heavens sake, my children are going to die of hypothermia all because of a bunch of lines and dots!!!

Ah well. Eventually I should figure this doohicky out..but until then my family shall remain at the north pole.

Ice anyone??

Study Group

School is in full force which means every day my kids tote home loads of homework.

I was never much for homework. I'm sure I must have had homework in my classes as a child, but I really don't remember spending too much time on it. Did my grades suffer? Sure they did, but not to the extent one might imagine. My report cards were simply average. Later on in highschool I prided myself on not having to study for tests. Fortunately memorization came very quickly and naturally to me. Read a book...pass a test. If I was lucky enough to have a teacher that loved writing information on the board...all the better! That info just stuck (many thanks to Mr. Reynolds-sociology & psychology-grades 11 & 12). Heck, I even remember making the honor roll a couple of times and never cracking a book. All this and I graduated with two babies. Can you imagine how well I would've done had I applied myself in class? (Yes mom, I get it now!!)

Unfortunately, my lack of study skills are now coming back to haunt me. I have such a VERY difficult time teaching my children HOW to study. One would think this task to be simple, but let me assure you, it is not. It's much like tossing a city girl in front of a dairy cow and telling her to milk it. You know it can be done, and perhaps have even witnessed it first hand, but the actual ACT of milking seems all together foreign.

So here I am, 28 years old, baffled at how, besides reading them over and over, I can get these vocabulary words to stick in the mind of my 2nd grader. Begging my 5th grader to look over the map again for his impending geography test, because I truly don't know how on earth one would study a map. Or pleading with my 6th grader to go over her flash cards just once more, without giving her the impression that math is my nemesis. It is the one thing that completely eludes me.

I am thankful however. This "memorization" ability is seemly passed down from generation to generation. My mother is a brilliant woman and so is Alex's mom. And whether or not he would ever admit it to anyone, studying comes very naturally to Alex. He simply doesn't struggle. Now my theory is proving true in my own children. Most of our kids have no trouble with spelling tests (Ash obviously inherited some throw-back gene from an ancestor with terrible spelling). On the other hand most things really do stick in her mind if she focuses enough to absorb them.

Math comes very naturally to both Isreal and Tristyn (they obviously did not get this from me). As a matter of fact, damn near everything comes naturally to Israel and Tristyn who must have gotten hit with the study stick at birth. Kayl on the other hand struggles a bit more than the other kids. Thankfully though,he applies himself like no child I have ever seen. I have to admit there is something to be said for someone who has to work a bit harder for what they want. It will carry him far in life.

What am I most thankful for this year? Ashton and two of her friends from class began a study group. We all live in the same neighborhood, which makes alternating houses easy. And all the girls get along (most of the time) which is a feat in itself when you are discussing 12 year old girls. So basically a couple times a week 3 pre-teens invade my dining room, eat and drink everything within reach and ask me questions about fractions and Egyptian pyramids. Whatever, Ash is getting her homework finished and I don't even have to listen to her complain that life is passing her by while I force her nose into a book. It's like killing two birds with one stone, she socializes and passes her classes. Thank heaven for small miracles!

Life is good, school is good, and my laundry is done. Who could ask for more!!

First Day

Here is a photo of the kids first day of school last week. WHAT AN EARLY MORNING!!!! Braeden was so bummed that day. His first day is tomorrow (Sept 7). Micaiah and I are going to have the house all to ourselves. Whatever shall we do?? Surely wewill find something to occupy out time!!

Brady Bunch Visits Ireland

You have a baby...in a bar!!

Well, Alex finally talked me into draggin the kids down to our local pub "Paddy Mac's" to introduce them to the infamous Martin. They had a blast. Daddy taught them how to play darts. Martin filled their tummies with soda, fish 'n chips, shepherds pie, and apple pie. And Yoko gave Ashton the grand tour as well as introducing the girls to the "bar cat".

After two cokes Israel announced that he thought he may be drunk. He also found an outlet to show off his God given talent...the tummy roll. We always new it would be a great bar trick.

Tristyn and Micaiah were doing cola races (much like carbombs for minors). Braeden, we found, has one hell of an arm for darts. And Ashton may very well have found her calling as she decided she was going to become Martin's apprentice and then move back to the states to open her own Irish Pub.

All in all it was a fabulous evening. The only downside...the kids have decided they will no longer be eating at Burger King. The future is full of Fish 'n Chips!!!

In Memory Of...

Obediah James Kolath

1972-2005

I'm broken.....

Say Cheese!

Bad camera phone photo of me and a couple of my girlfriends. That's Ginger there on the left and Heather on the right. Thankfully that night some poor sap felt sorry for us and offered to take our photo. Just prior to this shot we were all attempting to get a decent picture by holding our phones out at arms length. Shockingly, they just weren't coming out as we had hoped. Curious.

I'm slappin' this photo on here because I've nothing too terribly exciting to report. I also thought this the easiest way to answer the few requests I've had to send photos of my now black hair....well, there ya go. I have another photo of my hair that Ash took, but I haven't the guts to post it as it might be the most frightening thing I've seen since Amittyville! HAHAHA!!

Anyhoooo...Al is home, kids begin school next week, and life is good. Couldn't ask for more. Hope all is just as well for ya'll.

The Classics

Sean Connery is H-O-T!!!

I was watching First Knight earlier today and for the life of me I couldn't take my eyes off the man. I mean seriously, he's something like 75 and still he may be one of the hottest men alive.

What is it about older men that is so attractive? Maybe they are a little more distinguished, a little more refined, or a little more wise. (or maybe it's that damn accent....gets ya every time!) Whatever it is, it's working.

Now here I am watching The Upside of Anger and I've got to tell you...Kevin Costner is a hottie too. He's funny & witty. He even looks good with a little gray. Man...Kevin Costner is fine! (wink)

Al HATES that I find older men attractive. He thinks it is disgusting. HAHAHA! I giggle at the thought! Hell, he should be thrilled about it. He's gonna be older one day too. In fact, he already is to some people! Even if he'd rather not admit it.

Now, don't go thinking that I've gone off the deep end. I'm not looking to hook up with some 100 year old, transparent skinned, gummy smiled, liver spotted, oxygen tanked, Depends wearin', wheelchair bound, great-great grand daddy. I mean honestly...one must draw the line somewhere. But whatever...to each his own.

Think I'll get back to Kevin Costner now. He'll just have to do until September 13th when Alex turns 30. That's when I'll really be livin' my dream...hahaha! Just messin'

p.s. Ashton just read this over my shoulder and is laughing hysterically. She asked if I think George W. is a hottie too....you know what? I'm proud to say...I do.

Lazy

I need to get off my rear-end and do something....anything.

I just CAN NOT get motivated! The house is clean, although I have plenty of laundry to keep me busy if I so choose. I need to go through closets and dressers, but they remain untouched. And my lawn desperately needs mowed, but the grass is left to grow another day. It's just one of those days. I've no gumption whatsoever.

I can't even finish typing a BLOG. I've begun three this morning, every one of which is sitting in my drafts folder. The creative spark even seems to elude me. All I've managed to do today is walk across the street (in my pj's) to give Ginger some wall anchors and make Kayl a dental appointment. Pathetic. My bed hasn't even been made. I'd like to tell you that I've been laying in it reading all day, but I would be lying. I've done nothing more than veg in front of the television. BLAH!!!

There's just nothing pressing enough to drag me out of my stupor. Not that it would matter, I would probably ignore anything that tried to light a fire under my a**. But as luck would have it I've no one to talk to...or see. No appointments, no lunch dates. Nothing. I told the kids we would go buy shoes later, but later is not now, so why hurry?

In fact it would probably be best to end this before dragging others into my pit of boredom.

Hope your day is more fruitful than mine!

Boots & Spurs

Okay, I am writing this PRIOR to Al's approval of my going out tomorrow night. This may come as a shock to some of you as I rarely ask Alex's approval for such mundane things, however I have decided to allow him the pleasure of "feeling" in charge. (Just messin' baby.)

Anyway, my girlfriend Ginger has been begging me for MONTHS to accompany her to Western World. Somehow I've always managed to blow her off...until now. Tomorrow night I will suck up my pride and walk into that cowboy bar to watch the "mechanical bull rodeo". ~OH-KAY~

Nah, the truth is, I've been there a couple times. It's alright. It reminds me of home....only I am on an island in the middle of the sea watching little Okinawans line dance. I always feel so completely out of place in there. Although I know all the songs. Yes, to those of you sitting with your mouths hanging open, I know who Kenny Chesney, Brad Paisley, and Lee Ann Womack are. In fact in may surprise you to know that given my druthers, in a karaoke contest I'd likely be singing a Trisha Yearwood song long before a Gwen Stefani one. Regardless, I hardly look like a belong in a country bar. Not that anyone cares. Last time I was there I watched an Okinawan lady dressed like 80's Madonna and wearing Reeboks do the Watermelon Crawl. Hehehe! Just having a little visual here. Funny stuff.

Tomorrow should make for an interesting evening. It will please my grandmother to know that I will be spending my evening drinking $3.00 bottles of WATER. That's one thing I can do to put my husband at ease while he is away. No Jack Daniels for me...nope...no-sir-eee! I do hope Ginger appreciates this. If I REALLY like it I might even buy some boots. Just call me Gretchen Wilson! Yeah...right. We'll see how it goes. I'm gonna take it slow.

HEY! Maybe if I'm lucky I can get one of my other pierced, tattooed, "Seether-listening" friends to join us. I think I'll go call Heather.

Old Photos

I just came across this photo of Al and I at our wedding. He had just shoved cake down my dress ~nice~. 11 years ago. ~memories flood my mind~ Wild.

*blah*

I am going CRAZY!! (hold your comments, please) I can not stand this house any longer.

Currently a bookshelf stands empty in the center of my living room. Vases, photos, and various odds and ends litter my table top. The curtains and rug are being debated in my mind. And all the while my living area remains in a state of limbo. I have become completely blase' about my house. The color (or lack thereof), the furniture, and the basic lack of space threaten to push me over the edge of insanity.

I adore all the furniture I painstakingly sought out and purchased at the beginning of the year. Large, dark, and teak...the pieces are visually stunning as well as functional. However, the few items I've left from before now look drab and sadly out of place. The entertainment center seems to be the main source of my grief. It is too tall, too light, too bland. It matches nothing in the house and takes up more space than I am willing to give. I despise it.

A couple of months ago I found the entertainment center of my dreams. A beautifully crafted work of art that would hide my television (this is essential) and accent my home perfectly. And if that alone wasn't enough...there was a matching Step Tansu. What luck!! It was as if they had been designed soley for the purpose of residing in my home. Unfortunately, someone else obviously felt the same because when I returned to buy them, they were gone. Such a loss!!

Besides my "entertainment woes" I also need to solve my DVD storage dilemma. Before, they had been arranged alphabetically on a bookshelf. This was convenient and functional, however, unsightly. If you hadn't already guessed, I am a stickler about hiding things away. Anyhooo...I know that I want a tall, teak cabinet to stand in the corner of my living room. Something decorative & beautiful with plenty of space to hold our ever growing DVD collection. Now just to find it.

Poor Al. He is going to have a conniption fit when he reads this. I do hope someone is standing near by who knows CPR.

That fact is...I have become antsy here. Three years in this teensy house. I am going out of my mind. I've arranged and re-arranged a thousand times. I've simply used this place to the fullest of my creative ability. It is time for a new palette.

What I wouldn't give for a home painted in warm, inviting hues. I swear, sometimes I feel as though I may drown in a sea of off-white, lead-based flakes. ~Help me! Help me! cough-sputter-spit~ Honestly, whose bright idea was it to paint every inch of wall inside and out beige. I know...I get the whole "off-white for rental houses" thing, but PAH-LEEZ!!!

*hehehe* The thought just crossed my mind. When I was young I used to joke that my grandma would work and work to perfect the decor of a house. When she had finally gotten it just right...she would pick up and move only to start all over again. I must take after her.

An empty house stirs the imagination. I love walking into a new space and creating from it a comfortable, inviting home where family & friends alike can sit back, smile and relax. It offers so many possibilities. One of these days.

Until then, I guess I'll just continue to perfect this "little slice of heaven".

Bang Bang!

Look at my beautiful baby! Alex snapped this photo at Organizational Day last month. It was hot at Hades that day! Never-the-less we had a fabulous time. Can't believe summer is already winding down. It was a good one.

PC Woes

Oh! How I hate this thing!

My computer is driving me insane! The silly thing shuts off whenever it feels the need, and won't turn back on no matter how I plead and beg, pray and whine. Don't ask me what the problem is, I simply haven't the foggiest.

Al told me to take it in to be serviced. Fine. But first I had to get the silly thing to turn on long enough to make sure all my music was backed up. I don't know what they'll do when they clean this thing out. My luck...nothing. They'll just tell me that it is crap & I need a new one. GGGRRR!!!

Okay, on to bigger & better conversation. I'm near finished school shopping. This brings a great deal of joy to my heart. However in just the last two weeks Ashton has sprouted enough that her size 10's are now high-waters. I now have to return all her jeans (thank heaven she didn't wear them!!) and buy 12 slims.

School starts in 21 days!!

Alex left today. **boo hoo hoo** I am beside myself. Although it really is a bit of a laugh. He is going to be gone 2 weeks. TWO WEEKS!!!! No big deal at all.

No news on Kayl's tooth as of yet. We are hoping the brace will come off soon as the wire digs into his lip a bit. In the mean time he's had to keep wax on the end of the wire. He might as well be wearing braces. Good news...his tooth hasn't changed colors, so I am hopeful that it is indeed still alive.

Really & truly not much else has been happening here. Summer doddles along and we doddle with it. Nothing particularly exciting, nothing particularly new. Hope everyone is having as relaxing a summer as we.

Laundry Room Floor

For those of you keeping up with Alex's blog as well, yes I am once again caught up on laundry. Consider it a bonus to his test pass.

Anyhooo, I guess we are going out to celebrate tonight rather than drown his sorrows. All I know is that my house is CLEAN, laundry is DONE and supper is COOKING!! Ah, how wonderful when everything is going according to plan. The only thing that could possibly make this day better is a Mango Frappachino & a late night Subway run. We'll see.

Been working on the girls room this week. Washing bedding, hanging lights, putting up shelves. I even hung these cool cutout things in their doorway. They are reminiscent of the beads that used to hang in my Uncle Jim's house sometime in the early 80's (?). Man, I dug those beads. I would walk back and forth through them for hours while the adults "chilled". Anyway, we have plans to put climbing rope up in the boys doorway. That will be a daddy thing.

I suppose I should go finish up dinner. The kids are climbing the walls!! Besides, it's always better to drink on a full stomach!

Pearly Whites

Around 5:30 yesterday we had a little excitement enter our lives. The kids were outside jumping on the trampoline when, without any warning, Kayl's left front tooth decided it would like to play with Tristyn's hard head. Unfortunately, Tristyn's head wasn't in the mood for games and Kayl's tooth was promptly tossed to the ground....root and all.

Poor Kayl ran screaming and bleeding into the house where he deposited the tooth in my hand. I quickly rinsed it under the tap and stuck it back in the empty space in his mouth. "Looks like someone needs a trip to the ER!!!" Good Times.

We drove (in traffic) to the Dental Hospital on Foster. When we finally arrived around 6:30 they had to call the dentist in from Courtney. So we waited for him to drive (in traffic) to check out Kayl's mouth. In the meantime they took x-rays and we filled out paperwork.

When the dentist finally showed, he took a look at Kayl and his x-rays and called me back. It seems the root on Kayl's tooth is about HALF the size of that on a normal tooth. His other teeth look fine, but this one....not so great. At first the dentist thought perhaps there had been a prior trauma to the tooth, but said that when he looked closer it just looked like it never developed correctly.

So there I was, in an empty dental hospital ( save for Kayl and I, the dentist, and two aids) explaining how at three Kayl knocked his baby tooth on his grandma's coffee table and it died. Could that have caused trauma to the adult tooth forming behind? Or perhaps it is hereditary, and it never developed because of that little "missing teeth" thing that runs on daddy's side of the family.

Whatever the case, the prognosis for Kayl's tooth was not good. Because the root is so small they were going to have a difficult time getting the tooth to stay put, and even then there was a chance the tooth wouldn't be able to "take hold" again.

They worked for 2 hours attempting to splint his tooth into place. Kayl now has a lovely little piece of wire glued to his four front teeth. We have to go back in two weeks to see if they were indeed able to save the tooth. If not they will have to pull it and replace it.

Kayl did really really well. He took the time to focus and breathe through the shots. And he didn't freak out when the dentist had to push his tooth into place. He told me on the ride home that he really liked this dentist because other dentists would tell you that something wasn't going to hurt, but it would. This one was honest and told Kayl everything he was doing and why.

A little good news in all this: Kayl's two front teeth are now aligned and the dentist told us that the rest of his teeth look great so he should never need braces.

Bad news?: This has renewed my deep desire to go to dental school. I can't explain why I have always been so fascinated by the dental field...but I am. Who knows. Maybe I'll go someday. Anything is possible, right?

I'll keep you updated on Kayl's tooth!

Growing up Brady

I will soon be losing my "blog fan base" (hehehe!) to a much more interesting group of individuals....my kids.

Yep, the kiddoes started a blog of their own. I have to admit I am slightly worried as to what they will spend their time writing....."My sister is a PIG." "I hate sharing a room." "My mom won't let me go to the pool again!!" "School STINKS!!!" "I wish I was an only child!!!"

"shuddering"

Have to hope for the best though. I'm standing back with a watchful eye....giving them space to grow creatively, but ready to step in if things get out of hand. Surely not!

They are a indeed a funny group. "Marcia" and "Greg" will likely keep us all in stitches. They both decided they wanted people to know what it is like growing up in our large family. Since all the kids seem to have an odd fascination with the Brady Bunch, they named their blog as such. I'm only sorry our problems can't be solved in 30 minutes of less. *bummer*

At any rate, it should give us a little glimpse into the life & times of the "Brady kids".

It's Been A While....

And the masses are screaming.....Where has she gone? Why doesn't she blog?

Okay, so maybe not "masses" per sey, but a few of you none the less. My answer is quite simple...my man is home. That and the fact that the workers building new towers down the road from our house broke the main cable line, so over half of Kadena was without television or internet. Not to worry! I filled my time with Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. A thoroughly enjoyable read.

Life is full of....well, nothing much really. We have been spending most of our time at home. Well, I have been. The kids are busy with friends and life. Al is in the midst of a school which keeps him working 6 days a week. He is home in the evenings, but by then is so exhausted we barely see the man before he crashes.

He has however had plenty of time to get me addicted to The Shield. It seems he got himself hooked on it during his last deployment and when he returned he felt the awesome need to begin renting the seasons. We are now half way through season 3. CRAZINESS! Season 4 isn't out on DVD yet, so I figure after this we'll start renting Dead Like Me. It keeps us busy.

I want to say the kids are enjoying their summer. I suppose they are, however, how many weeks can you fill with the pool and a trampoline? Boredom is beginning to set in a bit and they are anxious to get back to school. Unfortunately school is still five weeks away.

We spent this afternoon school supply shopping. At first I was going to go without the kids, but they were all so excited I couldn't very well leave them behind. So I decided to take the kids out for lunch and then head to the Foster Bookmark. That is where our adventure began.

First of all they don't have shopping carts at the Bookmark, only baskets. This is all well and good considering most people just pop in to buy a few magazines, a book, or a few office supplies. I however am readying five children for the start of the school year. Good thing I brought the kids along. Tristyn took the younger kids over to the children's reading area while Kayl and Ashton grabbed a basket each. This is precisely when the "supply tornado" overtook that poor little shop.

Black pens, blue pens, red pens, highlighters, pink erasers, cap erasers, skinny markers, fat markers, washable markers, 8-16 & 24 count crayons, 3-ring binders, pocket folders, composition books, wide rule paper, spiral notebooks, no.2 pencils, primary pencils, paints, headphones (for music class), rulers, glue, glue sticks, compasses, protractors, assignment books, and two new backpacks. WHEW!!!! The poor lady in line behind us looked as though she could've bludgeoned us to death. (I am fairly sure she only had a small book in her hand.)

$130.00 later we were trudging to the van, bags in tow. We headed home to split the supplies and fill backpacks. The kids were a buzz of energy. "I'm scared to go to 3rd grade." "Did Ashton need this in 5th grade?" "I hope my teacher is nice!" "Do we paint in kindergarten?" "When do class lists come out?" "How many more days till school?" On and on they went. I had to laugh. I know how exciting the first day of school is, but heavens, it is still so far off.

I explained to the kids that because five of them would be in school this year we had to start shopping good and early. And that just because their bags were full didn't mean they got to break out the new crayons and paper to have a little art session. With school supplies out of the way (and a few things in a reserve box if they need more), we can focus on clothes. That gives me two paychecks before the start of school. I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it!

Well, I am off. Think I'll take some time to read before I have to start supper. Better to clear my mind off all the shopping I've yet to do! Hope your summer is going by fabulously! My love to all!

He Exists!

And the man finally returns to the tiny island from which he so long ago fled.

Yep, Al's home. Although I've yet the pleasure of seeing him for myself....but those at work have indeed informed me that he is home.

This is when my excitement turns to bitchiness and I wonder why the HELL the man is still at work 3 hours after landing when we have been waiting months upon months for his return. Yes, I am aware he must sign in...talk to the team....square things away. But seriously...waiting, waiting, waiting...yawn...waiting.

He'll be home soon, or at least he better be. I am tired and would really like to enjoy him a bit before I throw myself into dinner preparations and such.

Ah, at least he is home. No more waiting for planes, no more wondering. He is only at Torii. How long can he possibly be? A couple more hours? Not bad...I can wait.

HUH??

Alright, this is going to sound completely odd....but I have recently become addicted to the Daily Dancer. Everyday the kids and I huddle around the computer to watch this strange little man dance to different songs in his dirty living room. I can't quite decide if I am amused or disgusted, but none the less, I keep going back.

And it isn't just me. Good grief this guy has a lot of followers. Here I am getting 3 or 4 comments a post. This guy is getting 40 or 50. Craziness!!!

I have to admit, he is brave. I don't know that I have seen a worse dancer since Elaine from Seinfield. Sad, sad, sad. None the less, he obviously enjoys dancing a great deal. It must be nice to be so completely committed to something, even in the absence of talent.

Check it out for yourself!

http://dailydancer.com/

Good Times!!