Frozen Chosen

When it was first announced that Antarctica was officially going to be recognized as a continent, it made a lot of people very happy.  Those people like to keep score when it comes to continent trivia.  If you ever meet one, you’ll know it right away.  They are proud and loud and usually wear penguin t-shirts or t-shirts with boomerangs on them.  Also, they are all Canadian.

Frozen Chosen

When it was first announced that Antarctica was officially going to be recognized as a continent, it made a lot of people very happy.  Those people like to keep score when it comes to continent trivia.  If you ever meet one, you’ll know it right away.  They are proud and loud and usually wear penguin t-shirts or t-shirts with boomerangs on them.  Also, they are all Canadian.

Bayou Vampire

He sat on the levy and stared out at the bayou. The sun would be coming up soon and he needed to get back to his levy- mud-cave and tell the other clown vampires that his idea that they should all wear squeaky shoes had just cost them the lives of two of the most loveable clown vampires you could ever meet. (Rest in peace Fangy and Joel)

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The Long Walk Home

Long walks had a way clearing his head. Every time he took a long walk he wondered why he did not do it more often. Something about the fresh air and his feet hitting the ground that seemed to melt away stress and calm him in some calming way. Even when it was cold and windy or raining, he loved these long walks. Pretty soon he started doing them daily and if he missed one, he would pitch a fit and crawl under his desk in the fetal position and suck his thumb. He also loved naps and fresh milk.

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Evil Genius

Somewhere along the line he was labeled as an “Evil Genius”  At first he liked the moniker, but as time went on, he found it burdensome.  What if he didn’t feel like being evil or being a genius?  It didn’t seem fair.  He started to referring to himself as a “Reluctant Evil Genius” at social gatherings. This seemed more honest to him.

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Bowling on TV

Whenever I find myself watching bowling on TV it is like a 99 pound gorilla alarm clock wake-up call.  Is this what my life has come to? Why am I wasting away in this dank basement watching bowling? I should go outside and enjoy the wonderful world of nature.  Even if I just lie in my hammock and snooze the day away, This is still much better than being cooped up in that house watching bowling of all things.  I wonder if I could bring the hammock inside, or better yet, are hammocks allowed in bowling alleys?

 

The Thoughts in My Head