so.Great job Wendell, way to go! Love you both and can't wait to meet the little one.
I didn't grown up in a town. I grew up in a field. Seriously. No neighbors my age to play with, no cable, no air conditioning. I had to entertain myself for the first 18 years of my life. Now that I'm grown, I live in the town of towns. My house is in town, I work in town, I hang with my townie friends in town, and I drink and eat in the town. I guess you could say that I wake up every morning with a hometown hangover.
so.
straight at-bats, Werth is one away from tying the NL mark -- held by 10 players -- and three away from tying the Major League mark of 12, held by Detroit's Walt Dropo and Boston's Pinky Higgins.
Ugg, back to work everyone. Hope you had a wonderful weekend. Beeps and I were quite active. Friday we got to see our good friends the Newdorks. Little Helmut has not yet arrived but should be joining us soon. The dynamic due came to our place Friday night and we had delicious food and conversation. Helmut showed no signs of making an appearance and neither Wendell nor Kirk seemed concerned.
Well good friends, today is the day that Doctors predicted the birth of Helmut** Newdeck. Baby-to-be of our good friends Kook and Wendell. Well, so far no word on whether any water has broken or if Prissy has rushed off to get Dr. Meade in the car port.
"I'm gonna live life the way I want" attitude.
Johnny's gang and is left for dead. This is witnessed by the entire longshoreman union and they rally behind Terry essentially destroying Johnny's power over them. Terry makes a triumphant walk from the dock to the ship, bloodied and beaten, and unaided. The end.
filming. So we got a chance to stand around an gawk at M. Night and all the people working on
the film.

the powder comes in a little glass vial with a fake credit card and mirror. Maybe I'm getting old or something but this seems like a bad idea.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the cavemen. You can go here to peek into their virtual lives, go through their personal things, read magazines, play songs on the iPod, flush the toilet on one in the shower, dress them in different clothes. Really clever marketing. Jeff, why didn't D&D Advertising think of this one? Enjoy. http://www.cavemanscrib.com






Later it was back to the campfire and beers. However, this time we had the bright idea to play flip cup. Marc and I picked teams and it was on. Both my Mom and Dad (AKA the weak link) played and Uncle Walter counted down the rounds. It was a blast. We even made up our own rules which I highly recommend. For example, while trying to flip, each person had to sing a different Beatles song or kneel down on one knee. Or speak in an English accent until your team won. Needless to say we went through 2 cases of REG-ya-lar Lager and were left with the Tully. Good times again for all. The next day I was on "Sparkle Committee" making sure the camp site was returned to its former glory.


Sunday my sis and Brent, Turkey, T-Bone and Gus left for home. Leia and I waved goodbye.




Later that night Bernie and Walt came back over, more jokes were exchanged, we ate gobs of steak and corn, and hung out at the fire.


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"Glad everyone had a great time! But you missed all the action! We had a celebrity over for a BarBQ! Of all people to just drop in! We were so excited. We thought he was coming
but couldn't find him anywhere, and we looked ALL OVER! And where'd he so up? On the grill! The one place we didn't look! Good job! Who knows where he'll show up again!"