The toast poster

Here is my recreation of the toast poster. The original was better,because it was real.

TOASTNIGHT.

I feel frustrated.

I won't go into much detail about why I'm frustrated, but basically it is school. I came here to blog because it makes me calm down.

This year at school, we are watching a whole bunch of movies up in our dorm room. At home, I have Netflix, so I am bringing up a couple every once in a while, one at a time of course ((Ack! Stupid Netflix) Just kidding Netflix, I love you.). Lando is bringing up lots of them, Miller brought a couple, so we have plenty movies, and we watch them at night. I am also keeping a list of the movies we watch during the year, because I like keeping lists and keeping collections, for some odd reason. I talk about it next.

Anyway, today in Spanish class, my teacher randomly challenged us to go without T.V. for a week, and yes it is an assignment. This includes computer screens, and video games. Obviously, I am breaking it now by writing this, but there is no way I going without internet for a week. I was thinking, should I watch a movie tonight? We started 'Enemy of the state' yesterday, and we are halfway through, and we are finishing it tonight. Should I watch it? Since I've broken the rule already, does it matter? Something like, I've ruined it already, ruining it any more doesn't make a difference? Or is breaking it twice worse than breaking it once? Another thing, I need the computer for homework. I need to type something at least everyday. Also, the teachers use projector screens to show us power points, should I close my eyes and not watch?

I guess I probably will ignore the challenge, because it really has nothing to do with Spanish, and neither me nor my classmates understand why she assigned it. Also, it was more teaching us how too much T.V. can cause obeisity, and too much video games can lead to violence. I use the internet a lot, but not so much as it is making me less active, I still do things outside and other than that like play chess with Krieger. I am not even going to go into the Video games cause violence thing, because I could write a whole blog on that.

Enough of that, time to tell you something that happened today that made a bunch of my friends go crazy. First, watch this video:

Now you know what Double rainbow is, listen closely, because I'm only going to type it once. You can read it more than once, but that doesn't apply to me.

Today in chapel, the pastor was talking about rainbows and how beautiful they were. It all tied into the sermon, so he wasn't just rambling on about nothing. Just then, when no one was expecting it, he said this,

"One time when my wife and I were on vacation, we saw a double rainbow. Oh man, it was so beautiful. It stretched all the way across the sky!"

I suspect he had seen the video before and did it on purpose, knowing that we were teenagers and we knew what it was, but I really don't know. We did know what it was, because I had downloaded the video and brought it up on my iPod to show all my friends a week before. Right after the pastor said that, we all looked at each other, and we knew what we were thinking, "WHAT?!?! DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT?!?!"

Right after chapel was over, you couldn't walk anywhere through the hallways without hearing "double rainbow".

I dunno, I guess that is something that is more funny when you are there.

GAh... I'm so tired... I'm gonna take a nap.

Here's your second helping.

I realize that this is probably really boring, but I just want to post this for no reason. This is a paper I did for history class on the Beaver Indians. Read it.

The Beaver Indians

When you think of Beavers, it is guaranteed that you DO NOT first think of the Indian tribe, but of the animal, and that is understood. The animal beaver is an awesome animal, for its flat tail and its ability to gnaw down trees with its teeth. You don’t want to hear cool things about the animal beaver in this paper; you want me to tell you about the Beaver Indians so that is what I shall do. I would rather talk about the animal beaver, but I must obey my orders, sir!

A long time ago, in this same galaxy, and to be more precise, in central and northern Alberta and Saskatchewan, in Canada, the beaver tribe originally “set up camp”. Now, they live in a reserve like mostly all other Indian tribes do, except the beaver live far from other white people. Since they live so far away, they are allowed to live in huge amounts of land in northern Alberta and British Columbia. Their “huge amount of land” covers over 100,000 square miles.

The Beaver Indians ate Beaver. I may sound like I’m joking around, but I am somewhat serious! Eating beaver was forbidden in some groups of Indians, one reason being the castoreum glands in the beavers. The castoreum glands excrete a liquid, which the beaver combines with urine and sprays around on trees and rocks for a way to mark their territory. These glands could be dried and sold to use for perfumes. Many Indians did eat beaver though, and the flat tail, if fried, was considered a delicacy.

The Beaver Indians did not sit around eating beaver tail all day, no! They also ate many other things. Fish and small animals were often roasted whole on the coals of a fire, covered in mud so they wouldn’t burn. The Beavers would often eat buffalo, which is popular for Indians, but when the buffalo died out in their area, they ate lots of moose and bear. They would cover and bait holes in the ground, and when the bears fell in, they would eat them. They would also, preserve bear fat for chomping on during the winter.

The Beaver Indians wore beavers. Again, I am not joking. The pelts of beavers and bears were a large trading item that the Indians traded to the white Europeans. It was like if you work at a furniture store. If you work at a certain furniture store, you are going to buy furniture from your store. Since the beaver Indians handled the beaver pelts, they also wore them. It may have been how they got their names also.

In the Beaver society, there were these people titled as “Beaver Shaman”. I know. Those are not two words that I have ever heard put together. The beaver Shaman were believed to have power over and know all about the “normal” people in the beaver villages. They apparently dreamed dreams that predicted good or bad things in the future, about all the other villagers.

The Beavers lived in beavers. Now the name “Beaver Indians” makes complete sense. The Beaver Indians made like stick teepees, and covered them with cute little fuzzy beaver pelts. It was not very complex or anything. I think they copied the idea from other tribes. Those cheaters…

Remember the bear traps? Well those traps did not JUST catch bears, they also caught some horses and sometimes people of another tribe which was tromping through the beaver territory. This made the other tribe mad that they fell in these bear holes, but it also made the beavers mad that they were tromping through their land. Luckily, the other tribe was just traveling through, so there was not much fighting.

Now you know all about the Beaver Indians, and though my topic was not the animal beaver, you learned a bit about them too. That’s free information. You can take it. Sometimes I give out free information; I am just nice like that.

Full day. Full to the brim, and more.

Aww, the things I did today spilled OVER the brim onto the floor! That'll stain!!

Today, I woke up, and got straight to work.

My dad has been in the process of making a patio for a while now, and my brother and I have been helping him. A couple weeks ago we dug a huge square hole for it, which took an hour or two. When I say huge, I mean huge. It's huge.

It's also big.

Well yesterday, my dad got a special patio gravel, a type of gravel that has sharp corners so that the rocks faces can lock together. This helps the gravel stay together better. The rocks stick together like a bug on a windshield.

The phrase is the contest winner from a couple days ago (not the fish contest), won by kriegamuffin, though it doesn't work that well here. Btw, if you haven't made an entry to the fish contest yet, go to the previous blog and do that. It ends tomorrow at 11:00 pm. After you finish reading this blog of course.

No wait!! Come back!! You're not done with this one yet!! Ok good. Continue, Eric.

GASP SHE SLAPPED A POLICE MAN!!

Sorry, my dad is watching a crime show behind me. A woman slapped a police man. Not a cop btw, I hate that word. along with the word polish. *shudder

So today my dad got the gravel, 5000 pounds worth, so my dad, my brother, digger Eric and I shoveled wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow and brought them to the backyard. When there, We shoveled them onto the ground, and spread and evened it out. Then we used a compacter to flatten it down. It's basically a lawnmower, but instead of wheels and a spinning blade of death, it has a powerful vibrating plate on the bottom. This flattens out the gravel and packs it down. This job wasn't as hard as I acted like it was, but for some reason I was extremely sore on my back, and in my chest.

Tomorrow we have to shovel and flatten 1000 pounds of sand, and then we will lay the patio bricks down.

After we were done with the gravel, it was about 12:30, and we went to a party at my brother's classmates house, but his whole class was there, and so were all the parents, and they are all friends too, so it was two parties in one! They had a pool, so we swam for a couple hours, walked a mile to a park barefoot on hot pavement and tiny pebbles (they wore shoes, I didn't), and watched an episode of iCarly and criticized it. that show is really dumb. one of the jokes they told was;

"Here is was the earth looks like.

(*shows picture of earth)

Here is what earth looks like dressed up a little girl!

(*shows picture of earth with a pink dress pasted on)"

(*cue laugh track)

What in the world?!?! That's not even remotely funny!! GAh, what can you do with those little kid shows...

When we got home from the party, It was dark. I got on here and blogged. Full to the brim and overflowing.

What do you guys think of me trying to make money by puttin gads on my blog? Comment NOW! Read the next line though.

Goodnight! NO, NOT GOOD ENOUGH! GREATNIGHT TO ALL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND!!!

That should cover it.

New Contest!!

I know only two or three people read my blog regularly, but I want to have a contest right now. This contest will end on Friday, at 11:00 pm.

Did you notice that one of the fish in the fish tank is blue? He is blue because he is special. He was just born last night. I don't know which fish gave birth to it, but he's my favorite.

To get straight to the point, the contest is to name the blue fish. This is a great honor, as everyone who visits my blog will see it. There are no restrictions, so give as many suggestions as you can think of, just make them good.

Haha, when I typed 'good', I misspelled it as 'goose'. The keys are right there, it's an easy mistake to make.

This is not today's blog, I will still type one tonight, even though I didn't type one last night. Sorry!

Good luck, and happy naming?? Just... go name the fish.

I'm at the Library, bugging guards.

I wasn't going to write a blog today but I felt like doing it because I'm half crazy all for the love of you. Too bad it won't be a very stylish marriage, mostly because I can't afford a carriage.

Right now I am at the Public library because my mom dropped me off here and left. I'm not entirely sure why, but I can still get on computers here so it's fine with me. So anyway, I'm at the library, and there is a guy to the left of me five computers down with hair that goes all the way down to the small of his back, and it is dyed bright blonde. He also has a beard, which is one of the only ways that I could tell that he was a guy. That's not the weird thing though. WH-

He just walked behind me and I had to switch tabs on crappy Firefox which the library has. I like Google chrome. Hmmm. Firefox says that I spelled 'Google' wrong. That's not very nice of them.

The weird thing about this man was that he is wearing short shorts that are so short that you can see his hairy butt cheeks. That's pretty gross, especially since he keeps walking back and forth behind me.

I must look really smudgy to some random person. I have blogger open in one tab, Facebook in a second, and Runescape in another. PLEASE don't ask about the third one, it's summer and I'm really bored.

The girl-man is grumbling at his phone, and the only human word i picked out was 'crap'. I think that's a bad word. He should be kicked out of the library. Haha he'd get his cheeks wet in the rain. NO FIREFOX I DIDN'T SPELL 'HAHA' WRONG.

Yesterday I annoyed someone so much on runescape that they finally gave in and took my five burnt fish from me. For those who don't know burnt fish are worth nothing. It was really entertaining.

What I have ten minutes left? I'll just get another computer.

The girl-man is eating something. Two reasons for him to be kicked out. Three actually, phone speaking , swearing, and eating.

And grossing people out. LOL not really.

WOW. I just saw what he was eating, and it's popcorn. He has a bag of microwave popcorn in his backpack on the table, and he keeps digging his hand in there for almost a full minute and coming out with one piece. If your gonna dig around for that long, at least pull out a handful or something. Maybe he should pour the whole bag on his lap.

There is an adult on the age 13-17 computers. I'm gonna tell.

...

Hmmm. The security guard doesn't care. Sigh...

I'm gonna end this, because it's starting to get really boring and stupid.

Pulpy pugs and ruler'ed spinal cords

(Random sound effect) Haha, I started it with a random sound effect without starting it with a random sound effect. I'm genius. I noticed that I have started a lot of my blogs so far with 'argh' or something like that. 'Tis not good, 'tis not good at all. Also, I noticed that I say 'anyway' a lot. I say one more word a lot, but I don't remember what it was.

Anyway… [<- herherher (to use one of my sister's words.)] Ooh brackets, real nice (*right click 'herherher', left click add to dictionary). Sorry, I absolutely positively had to do that, or else the Perpetual Pugs would've scored (we are playing soccer/fütbol/shark-bandana-obstacle-course-Muslim-beanbag-toss). What? They scored anyway? Well aren't they the sneakiest little critters.

Crit·ter [krittər](crit·ters)

Living thing

a living thing, especially an animal

(Informal or regional)

• That dog was a funny old critter (or in this case, it was VERY, VERY SNEAKY!!)

Today I have been doing everything at 300% speed and 25% accuracy, so I decided that as long as I was actually saying things that were six-seventeenths funny, I might as well write this do this. Also with me not posting next week, I absolutely positively have to do it.

Crap. They scored again.

This blog might be harder to read than others, and also might be cheating since I have so many tiny paragraphs. I DON'T CARE… bear. What? What? No you first. Ok… wait what?

Halp me I am stuck in a trap of writing lots about nothing. I probably could sit her for hours and type pages that say nothing at all. *Halp added to dictionary. I don't have time to sit here for hours though. I have cheat codes for Portal and Half Life 2 that I want to test. I cannot wait.

Teehee, I said 'cannot'.

Pulpy is a weird word, with a weird definition. Google defines pulpy as, well first of all it's an adjective, but its definition is this. NO, not the word 'this', the thirty-one words that directly follow after the next semicolon (semicolon just for the smack of it); 1. Like a pulp or overripe; not having stiffness and 2. Having the characteristics of pulp; having the characteristics of pulp fiction; thus, having a garish focus on sex and violence.

Hmmm. It went from deliciously sweet tasting but stupidly textured orange poop into sex and violence. How bad are things in this world that you cannot even discuss orange pulp without some Google worker coming up to you and changing the subject of your conversation for the worse. We should cause all of them to faint and then destroy all of the poke' centers so they can't be healed by annoying nurses with pink hair. Those Google workers and their Google maps cars, stealing your privacy AND your ice cream with the same hand. Man, hat Ticks me off almost as much as it Tocks me off.

Tocks: T-shaped socks for people with lonely feet. I made that up myself, in fact, I'm going to print that off and throw it away. Then do it again. I will then repeat it until the computer room supervisor dude throws a cleverly hidden ruler into my spinal cord from across the room.

That's probably not a good idea. I'll get Krieger to try it out. Now THAT is a good idea. I'm going to do that right now. Hold on one minute.

…

Yep, it happened exactly how I predicted it to, except the computer room guy threw it after only thirteen sheets thrown away. That was much faster than the predicted forty-five. Ew, Krieger is getting blood on the floor. Crap, this time, Krieger can't clean it up! WHO WILL DO THE WORK??

"This looks like a job for, Super-hero-with-about-forty-five-different-numbers-and-letters-on-his-costume (it's also blue)!!"

Wait, he does murder scene clean up? Well, that doesn't matter as long as I don't have to do it. At least he works for minimum wage. I'm happy to say we don't actually treat Krieger that bad. We clean up our own messes, no matter what type of bodily fluid it is!

MPREKDiYANTOS. That means 'goodbye for now' in munya, my sister's language.

MPREKDiYANTOS and munya were both obviously added to dictionary.

This blogs rules, and Smeagolish behavior.

Yesterday, on Tuesday (Aww, it's only Wednesday), I didn't post anything, and I have a good excuse for it. I had a runny nose, and it prevented me completely from typing anything. Seriously, I was physically unable to type anything blog related. The truth is no where near that excuse (I just didn't feel like doing it.), but it is a good excuse anyway. It's ok that I didn't put anything, because I am not going to be like shaycarl, or Charlestrippy (or however his name is spelt, I don't know, I don't watch his videos. One daily vlog is enough.), by posting one up every single day for months at a time without missing a single one. Basically, I'm going to as many days as I can (or feel like), except for on the weekends. I have more important things to do on the weekends, like maplestory. Y'know, stuff that I can only do on the weekends. Also, during the summer, I will post much less, but I will. In the summer it will always depend on what time I wake up in the morning. Or afternoon. I think they will be shorter during the summer, because I will be too lazy to write, but more interesting, because I will actually do things worth writing about. Also, if I go on a car trip, they will be beastly long because I will have nothing else to do in the car.

With a little over two weeks of school left in the year, every single day except for Monday feels like a Friday. Mondays… just feel slow and stupid, until the end of the day when you think it is Tuesday, because then you feel stupid. Aggh. Every week seems longer than the last, and every weekend feels even shorter.

I like four letter words, which is why I use them a lot. Words like Aggh, argh, haha, y'know stuff like that. Also reading over what I write, I use a LOT of contractions, even though I had that one paragraph on how I think they are stupid. I still like them though, and a probably use them so much because that how I talk. I blend words together and I speak kind lazily. Sometimes when I am way too lazy to move my mouth to say something, but someone asks me a question, I just grunt. The way I grunt lets them know exactly what I mean, so I don't need to explain. A frequent example is when someone passes by me in the hallway and says hi. I am too tired and lazy to say hi back so I grunt in a way that they can translate as hi. Usually I do this right when I wake up in the morning, when my eyes still are crusty and haven't adjusted to the bright light yet. People try to talk to me, but I just grunt. By now they've figured out that I'm really not a morning person, and that I'm still grumpy from not being able to watch the end of my dream and knowing that for countless hours I will be bothered from not knowing what happened to the main character. Spoiler alert; (<- semicolon. <- spelled right.) he fell into stomach fluid and became badly disfigured, and probably die. Also, his house that he completely built out of Jell-o completely caved in, killing his wife and kids (Seriously, why doesn't that happen in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs? I was anxiously waiting for it to happen, but

when they left the house and it DID'NT happen, I was convinced that they were going to come back to that Jell-o house, and it was going to collapse then).

Hmm, what was I non-rudely saying before rude Eric Pankow rudely interrupted. How rude of him. Oh yeah, I'm not a morning person. A good example happened in the beginning of the year, when they didn't fully understand how grumpy I can get in the morning (they still don't have a full grasp, they still try to talk to me, I know, how rude!). I sleep on the bottom bunk of Matt and my bunk bed, which was crammed up in the wall. His blanket is king sized, so he shoved half of it between his mattress and the bed frame. He had already gotten out of bed, and the blanket was hanging over, completely closing off my bunk like a dark cave. Oh the days of my dark warm cave. Anyway, I was sleeping in the cave, and, unknown to me, everyone was crowded around my bed, ready to pounce if they needed to. Miller slowly crept up, probably doing that raptor walk thing that he does, which you may not known about you, you person reading this (Congratulations to you for reading this far by the way.).

Anyway, Miller crept up, bent over, grabbed the corner of my blanket, and pulled. Somehow I woke up fast enough to grab it, but he kept on pulling it. I was grumpy (the main character was in a fight with a giant red worm), and I wanted my blanket, so I burst out of the cave. Miller was still holding the blanket, so I attacked with great ferocity. The all of a sudden exposure to cold air didn't make me any happier. I punched and kicked, probably looking REALLY stupid. Actually, I should probably say 'drowsily flailed my body part in the vague direction of Miller'. He finally let go, and, like Smeagol, I scampered back into my cave. That was my side of the story, and his is probably different, but now you see how people mess with me in the morning as well as how much of a morning person I am not.

Matt and the Cake

Ahh. It’s been three days since I have written anything. I totally forgot how to write the letter ‘B’. I figured it out though it out though, see? B. Haha, I did it.

On another note of write-ability before I get to the main topic, my friend Matt, bought a cake. A care bear themed cake. Well oblivious to me, it’s weird to buy a cake not on a birthday. Someone said that in my room, I’m not sure who though. This depresses me. Cake is delicious, and I don’t see any reason not to eat it for no reason, which by the way, is exactly what has Matt done. I’m proud of you Matt.
Wow. I just interrupted my interruption. How can I do that? As a matter of fact, how can anyone do anything—Wait Eric, don’t interrupt the interruption of the interruption! Bad things will happen! Too late, my nose is gone. Actually, I’m pretty sure—woa, Oscar Pretzel is gone. Mmmm, Hersheys. Crap. My leg.
ANYWAY, Matt bought a cake.

(Silence) Yep. That’s it. Naw, actually there’s more. On the cake there was a flat care bear face made out of plastic. He took it off the cake, and began licking the frosting off the back, like any normal person would do. Frosting is good, you can’t just waste it. Well, while he was licking, all of a sudden, thin red streaks appeared on the plastic.

YOU ARE NOW FREAKED OUT.

Anyway, he had cut his tongue on the sharp edge of the plastic without knowing. Painless cut, very little blood, no big deal. Good thing it was not a dinosaur themed cake, with a plastic dinosaur face on it, or else Petoskey would have been thrown into the wall by blood. He’d be standing right in the way too, I’d bet money on it.
The two contractions that I used in the previous sentence (for you lazy people; he’d and I’d) are very efficient as contractions go. Not like stupid ‘its’, which takes out an ‘I’, and replaces it with an apostrophe that’s basically two-thirds of the letter ‘I’ anyway. Who invented these? They’re stupid. Haha, I used a contraction to say that contractions are stupid. If this were a big enough blog, I would put that on a shirt and you would buy it. It would say ‘Contractions’ in big letters, and then ‘They’re Stupid’ in smaller letters below it. I think that would be pretty cool.

On another topic involving punctuation, I always want to use semi-colons (because they are half a colon), but they rarely come up. Sad face.
Now for my main topic… ok never mind (phew, I almost wrote ‘nvm’), my Brain told me that I am not allowed to write about that topic. It gave me a spanking for even thinking about it. I guess Matt and his cake changed to the main topic.
I don’t have much written in this one so I will tell you a story.
Every Christmas Eve., my family and I wake up at 4:00 in the morning, play tetris, actually put the suitcases in the back of the van, and smash ourselves in there too. Where are you going you ask? Why are you traveling on Christmas Eve.? The answer to both of those questions is none of your business.

Just kidding. We are going to travel to Minnesota to spend Christmas with my Grandma and Grandpa. The trip usually takes all day, but we’ve been on so many of these trips that we’re experts at it. All you have to do is sit, wait, and occasionally complain or shove a McDonalds burger down your throat (Don’t get your hand caught!). We usually make it in time for supper, and we greet each other, hugs, happy grunts, you know how it goes. But two years ago, this cheerful greeting did not happen. Well, not right away at least.

It started when we pulled into this gas station/restaurant/truck stop/grassy field, and went in to use the bathroom. My dad filled the gas tank, we stared at all the toys that are really stupid, over priced, and fragile, we taunted an old man when he was trying to poop, y’know, the usual road trip bathroom break. Finally when we were ready to leave, my dad noticed that the car would not start. You probably know what’s going to happen now. To make a long story short, he stayed at that gas station/restaurant/truck stop/grassy field for six hours.

We occupied our time by playing the candy crane. We figured out how to get lots of candy. Basically, the crane lets you keep going until you get at least one piece of candy. But if you get something you don’t want, you can shake the machine to make it drop the candy. Then you get another turn because you didn’t get any candy. Using this concept, you can get a lot of candy by waiting until the claw is barely above the chute, then you shake it. The candy falls into the chute, but the claw doesn’t know that you got candy, so you get another turn. Haha.

Eventually uncle came and picked us up, pulling our car on a trailer behind us.

That story was way shorter than I meant it to be, but that’s ok.

Cannibals say that the Japanese taste the best.

Why am I starting this Blog? (It's a boring title, trust me I know.)

A couple of my friends have done it, and I have wanted to do it for so long, I am going to do it, I am going to start a blog! Wow. The second half of that sentence probably made you really hate me. But seriously, I can remember when I was a little kid, and I used to write in my little Harry Potter journal under the bed with a flashlight, even though it was the middle of the day and I could have just as easily done it on the kitchen table. It might have even been easier on the table. I probably will post what I wrote in there later, just to bring back memories and to take up space in this blog. Plus maybe it will make you hate me more, because hate is a good thing right? Be hateful to your friends and neighbors. I don’t know.

Now if you are trying to punch me through your computer screen because I keep rambling on about nothing, stop, because I am going to start being serious. Mostly because my cat is doing it too. Just kidding, my cat doesn’t have a computer. Actually, I don’t even have a cat. But that’s not the point. In the next paragraph, I am going to actually talk about what is in the title, which is why I am starting this blog. Go ahead. Go to the next paragraph.

Ok, I lied. Go to the NEXT paragraph, for some real seriously not serious blogging.

That’s a good reader. To be boring and to get straight to the point (which I actually haven’t done, look at how much I have wrote so far), the first reason I am starting this blog is so that I can feel more accomplished about my life so far. I am constantly on the internet, and I see many videos of what people have made and what people have done, some at a very young age. Like one young boy programmed a finger-painting iphone app., and he was less that ten years old. This makes me look at how average my life is, and this blog will help me to feel more accomplished. I mean seriously!

I’m not sure why I said ‘I mean seriously!’ in the last paragraph, but I did so your just going to have to sit there and take it like a man/woman! Actually, I probably won’t get any female readers. I’m not very smooth with the opposite gender. Excluding my dog. But that doesn’t count.

The second reason I am writing this blog is because… (Bathroom break)
The second reason I am writing this blog is because of one man, Shay Carl. Shay Carl is a famous YouTuber who has recorded a video of his hysterical life every single day for over a year now, all averaging around ten minutes per video. It is not just that that makes me like him so much, its his personality. Shay just has a way of joking his way, into your brain, and then locking himself in there. Even though you wouldn’t want to, if you pounded on the door and yelled for him to open up and come out, like a stubborn child, he would not unlock the door to your brain. I make this sound like a bad thing, but no. This is a very good thing, but he is just very addicting in a good way. I hope you understand.

ERIC! YOU ARE RAMBLING AGAIN!

Oops. I’m sorry, the reason Shay made me want to make this blog is that I realized, that even though it is a lot of work for him to record, edit, and upload all those videos every day, when he is older, he can go back and watch when his kids were almost babies. His kids can do this too. So this made me want to do something like that, where I can look back on my life, and think of all the good times that I have had. And cry. Wait, who just typed that part? It certainly wasn’t me!
This is getting pretty long, but I have one thing to say. Even though I am doing this almost as much for my entertainment as yours, I promise that I will keep this going for longer than the average blog, and I hope that it will be entertaining for you.