Well well, look who showed up. 2008, ya’ll. Little has changed, as evidenced by Britney’s continued craziness, my continued poor spelling and my bathroom scale, but I didn’t really expect it all to change overnight. However, several things have occured as of late which leads me to believe that this may be the Year of Brook. Allow me to explain.
First and most importantly, I am now the proud owner of a scooter! After many years of enduring a scooterless lifestyle, I can now stand tall knowing that I truly do rock. Never again will I be asked at a party how I get to work and have to hold me head in shame and answer “By car.” Well, I actually have never been asked that, but I still felt an inner shame. Looks for some sweet pics in the next few posts.
Also, the Ducks won. Holy crap. And they won big. And looked decent offensively. Even as a fan, I was stunned. I was also offended by Matt Grothe’s hair. It looked like somene skinned a squirrel and taped it to his head. Poor guy. The squirrel I mean.
Let’s see, what else. Well, this little blog venture has gone well. I am just a few views shy of 1,000. Not that numbers matter….this was just meant to be a pasttime. However, as you might have noticed, I am competitive. The blog views are like points to me. Friendship points if you will. I feel that a score of 1000 means I am a cool, hip late twenty something with the world in the palm of her hand. Actually, my palms are reserved for beer, food and the handlebars on my scooter. Veryyyyy busy.
I guess after reading the post thus far, while this year should be good, it really doesn’t sound all that epic. In fact, my bowling is going in the pooper, I dropped my coffee and one of my shoes in the snow on the way into work yesterday, my metabolism CONTINUES to slack, Duck basketball continues to underachieve, I got kicked in the eye playing Rodeo at New Years and I have shoveled approximately 1,245 shovel loads of snow of my driveway in the last month. Criminy. What a shitty year so far. I’ll tell you is it isn’t a mystery who isn’t having the Best Year Ever.
So let’s regroup. After careful ballot counting and many discarded hanging chads, there is a tie for who is having the Best Year Ever thus far.
Meet the future Mr. and Mrs. Blow. Add a wedding dress, tux and an engagement ring on her left hand and you have a forshadowing picture of their wedding day. I hope that “O” face rears it pretty head too on the day. Let the countdown begin to the day Diana can officially be called DiaBlo. Big congrats you two……can’t freakin’ wait!
If I have any words of wisdom for you heading into this union, it can only be this:
“You don’t need the old ball and chain when you’re shredding the gnar.”
~Stoned Border Dude on Chair 3
CHEERS!
