I’m picking my nose and noticing the tomato sause on my shirt. I hate
spilling stuff on my clothes. Somehow it always manages to be spaghetti
sauce. Made pizza tonight. I crumbled up a hambuger on one of them and
poured a bag of frozen broccoli, cauliflour, and carrots on the other. Eli
came in and whined, “Jonah, why are you putting veggies on there? Oh, good,
meat! This is my pizza, a man’s pizza.” “Eli,” I replied, “it takes a REAL
man to eat veggies.” That led to a discussion about George Bush’s policies.

Today was a happy day. I guess that’s the best adjective to describe it. I
slept in as long as the voices in the kitchen would allow. Nathan fixed me a
couple of eggs when I asked him. Michele was heading out the door this
morning when she asked, “Jonah? Do you have a burning desire to drive up to
Ft. Collins to pick up some ponies?” I thought for a second and answered,
“Yes.” It was a nice drive. Takes between 2 and 3 hours each way,
especially when Michele took a wrong turn. We listened to Rush Limbaugh, and
I read the paper to her, and we talked about my future. I told her I wanted
to travel around the world. She said that sounded like a good thing to get
out of my system and that it seemed a bit more appealing than law school.

I’ve got a couple of splinters festering nicely from working on the fence
yesterday, even if i did wear gloves most of the time.

Nathan and Eli are walking out the door doing impressions of Bubba, the
Bremer’s new ram. Actually it’s “Baah baah” but you’re supposed to say it
“Bubba.” He’s the black sheep of the family but really stupid and a darn
sight nicer than Boaz ever was. When he baa’s, it sounds more like he’s
belching than making any sort of pastoral music.

Duncan came home this evening and placed a backward baseball cap on his head
for some reason. We’re talking about a respectable lawyer and county
commissioner in a coat and tie who never does anything silly. Until now.
“Put on the faggoty sunglasses,” I suggested, handing him my pair. Then he
and Eli danced into the living area singing “Rolling with the homies.”
Except Duncan didn’t quite get it right and sang, “Rolling with the
hoenies.”

That led to Jefiner coming over and asking me quietly, “What’s ‘horny’ mean?”
Poor, Jef, she’s so clueless. Michele was telling us the other night about
her entimology class she teaches at the Air Force Academy. One of the guys
was talking about these four inch long beetles that live in a certain type of
tree in New Mexico. He said, “You step on them with your combat boots and go
stomp stomp stomp. And then they give you the finger.” We all laughed as
Jef says, “I don’t get it.” “Remember?” Steph tried to clue her in, “the
middle finger is bad?” “But,” replied the even more confused Jenifer,
“beetles don’t have fingers!”

I think I’ve got a sunburn where I burned before and peeled.

Basket still hasn’t had her foal, although she was acting pretty suspiciously
today. Michele left Steph in charge when we left to get the ponies.
Stephanie’s face had the look of responsible panic on it as we drove off.

Eli is posing in my faggoty sunglasses. heh. Michele is talking to someone
on the phone at the moment about horses or something and just said on the
line, “Sorry, my son just went gay.” Now Nathan is quoting the newest Weird
Al CD.

Ah.. phone’s free. Oh crud. Now Nathan’s got it.

Max came home for a bit today. We were in the kitchen and he said, “Oh,
Jonah, I need your expert female advice on something.” I’ll tell the rest
later. phone’s free.