While I'm being all self-centered and stuff, I'd like to point out that Rachmeg, the regular reader, refers to this blog as "Bob's Forest". I haven't liked "This Space for Sublet" but couldn't think of anything better at the time. Been thinking about changing it to "A Forest for the Trees". Any opinion?
Goe, open to suggestions.
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4 comments:
Whatever works. Maybe you should hold out, in case anyone actually offers you cash to name the site. Sort of the next generation football stadium thing.
I have been crazy busy lately. Having 5 kids is now catching up to me. They are all old enough now to be getting into stuff that they have to be taken to. Saturday was the first time where we had to be in three different places at the same time.
Rach - reminding you not to complain about having three places to be, cause God thinks a good joke is to give you a fourth place to be at the same time, that makes you realize the other three really wern't that important.
as long as you don't need to take any to a doctor on short notice, all is well.
a forest for the trees is a joke, sort of. something you can't see. not the joke, you can probably see the joke, but "you can't see a forest for the trees".
Goe, frolicking in obscurity.
Its all fine now, but a quick trip to the hospital was exactly it.
Late Friday night, some fucktard drunk must have thought it would be funny to throw his empty beer bottle at my house.
Early Saturday morning,in the process of racing everyone out the door, my 18 mon. old son found part of that bottle with his bare foot.
4 stitches and an x-ray later, what we thought was only going to be a hectic Saturday was done.
Rach - Because, thanks to good friends, my girls still made it to their games.
glad that it all worked out okay in the end.
Goe, thinking 'ouch!'
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