At the circus. Very noisy kids behind us really took aversion to the singing of the National Anthem. I must admit I'm not terribly Nationally Anthemic myself, but still. It WAS one Hell of a show.

March 31st, 2005.
The time is slipping swiftly, and inevitably, as the days pass by, more and more of you complain about the lack of Journal entries. The ilyAIMY Journal seems to be a popular item to do for the Bored-At-Work crowd, and this... this I understand. Afterall, I would become truly frustrated with web comics that petered off - Sinfest? You know who you are. You got less funny. And I got tired. Sexy Losers? Oh your perversity has always been grand - to the point that I was somewhat afraid of viewing you at work... but then updates were only once a month, and then rarer and rarer - and eventually I stopped checking. Maybe I'll check today.

In any case - let me upDate you, dear reader...
now, again - a lot of what's been going on in my world has been family-oriented. I

The ringleader (Kevin Vernados) singing his little heart out at the circus. I was amazed by the show they put on. He had a very good voice, and sort of sang us through the entire night. Stilt-walkers, horses, ponies and sheepdog choruses. Motorcycle insanity and the fantastic Crazy ... Milton... or something. Wilson! Crazy Wilson. He sure was crraazy!

can't really go on about it here. Those of you who know, already know, and for those of you who don't, let's just say me and my family are grateful for any positive energy you choose to send us. In any case, because I tend to just type whatever's on my mind, and my family has been occupying my brain to my brainhilt recently, that's why I've