Superman Lunch Box

Good old little Superman lunch box.

Rock.

For Mr. McDuffie

I've got photos of Rodney for everyone to enjoy. Don't laugh at his patheticness please.

It's not his fault.

He was made this way.

Poor guy.

Happy Anniversary

It's been one year since I started blogging.

Hopefully everyone has been entertained and enjoyed sharing in my life this past year.

Rodney

Penny bought me the ugliest bear for Valentines day.

His name is Rodney. He's a ballerina, wearing a blue tutu and matching head piece. His name is Rodney. It was clearly displayed on the name tag. Rodney. Wearing a tutu. Rodney. The Ballerina Bear.

Not only is he a ballerina, but he was in danger of being the only one left on the shelf, hidden in the back, alone. Penny saved him from a certain life of becoming trash, or worse, a ripped up dog toy on the carpet of my living room.

It Has Infected My Brain

When did the seemingly ridiculous idol worship of Chuck Norris lay its eggs in our collective chests?

It seems to have taken pieces of our civilized society by thunderous storm. The random Chuck Norris quotes and away messages. I find myself reading them and actually looking forward to finding more. Chuck Norris? For real?

Dance On Vaseline

Our Super Bowl party was quite fun.

I think everyone enjoyed the festivities immensely. The burger king crown on the head of our party was our homemade 'Terrible Table.' We received several high-fives over our efforts in making it look spectacular.

We also learned that some folks can't begin playing beer pong 6 hours prior to the Super Bowl without losing consciousness and/or vomiting several times. I'd also like to add that none of the ladies in attendance were apart of the aforementioned group.

Terrible Table

Super Bowl Extra Large

Mistakes

What happens in your mind in the exact moment you realize you've changed something, possibly forever?

I can tell you what happened in my mind. Regret. I'm abhorred at myself.

When you realize apologies can only go so far, then what do you do?

I break down. I lose myself in my emotions until I've exhausted them away.

When you look into the eyes of the woman you love and see you let her down, how do you feel?

I'm sorry.