Ike's Blog 2- Return of the Blog

Well, after an extended hiatus, my blog is once again back in business. The whole baboon joke got old, and I just didn't feel like continuing it.

Oh the joy of being back in the country!
Went running this morning past the fields into town, got a cup of coffee at our little coffee shop and walked along River Street, came back and fixed myself an omelet. We were out of ham and cheese, so I quickly sautéed some fresh mushrooms with onions and peppers and added that in instead.
All and all, a success!
I think next time I might add some sour cream to the mixture, as I believe it would complement the mushrooms and add a certain richness.
So long, pard!

ATTENTION!!

Due to a sad lack of posts from this blog's author, this blog has now been claimed by the Free Intervenient Blog Baboons of Eastern Russia, or the F.I.B.B.E.R.'s.
The former owner of this blog is being handled with the utmost care and attention in our lovely state-of-the-art facilities in the beautiful mountains of Afghanistan.
We trust that said author will come to see his mistake before his body is subject to such things as the Typing Machine of Great Pain, in which the victim is forced to type until his fingers are worn down to his knuckles.
THIS IS A WARNING!!
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Here comes the sun...

People: "Hey, looks like you're sunburned!"
Myself, thinks: No, really. What was your first clue?
Says: "I am?" with a look of blank incomprehension.
An explanation of my current dermatological condition?
Four words:
School Picnic
Sand Volleyball

Oh, the flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la

Well, here I am again, sitting on my wireless rock at Eden Park. Wooden, sad faced joggers are drumming past me, looking thoroughly uncomfortable on this humid day...
Mel, Seth, Leanna, and Sam are discussing the personality of chess pieces, while some other friends seem content to wave and yell at us every time they pass by in their joyridden jeep.
Jogger#1 *waves back
Jogger#2 "Who was that?
Jogger#1 "Some idiot..."

I think I just had my picture taken by a Japanese tourist.

Stopping By The Park On A Balmy Evening...

Sitting in a gazebo that has a plaque declaring it to be a “Garden Wedding Area” in the middle of flowering magnolia trees…
“They don’t actually smell that nice when you get up close to them” Missie

We wonder what would happen if they would actually host a wedding while we are here, and if instead of giving up our study spot we would all join Sam (who was already up there) sitting in the rafters. With our legs dangling down we would advise, cry, and comment our way throughout the ceremony.
I'm getting hungry...
I hope they have the reception here.

Wayne Sings!

For some time now I have been coaching Wayne (my stuffed rat that I rescued from a life of misery at Old Navy) in vocal production techniques and styles.
He has really taken this to heart, and we are pleased to announce the release of our first single, entitled "3:00 in the Morning".
Ladies, Gentlemen, Rodents, here it is.

3:20 AM

Shower

The water is wide, the poem goes
except here, obviously.
It starts out cold,
But I am bold,
And soon I am ready for
Soap, soap, soap.
Do you use it?
I hope.
Shampoo, shampoo,
To rub in my hair.
What do you use,
if no hair there?
Shampoo?
Nope.
Soap.


How To Write A Poem

Writing poems is easy, Bob,
Just make everything rhyme, Bob.
Have some kind of meter, Bob,
That way it will sound good and flow like a well written poem is supposed to.
Bob.

That was rough, Bob.