no happy.
may be a while before i post again. sorry.
Simple fun
A lady passing by a house notices a young boy sitting on the front steps crying.
She stops and asks,” Why are you crying?”
Sniffling, the little boy says, “Because my Dad hit his thumb with a hammer.”
“So why are YOU crying then,” she inquires.
“Because I laughed first.”
I have a new niece
but until i get to the other library, i can’t show you a picture yet – so keep watching this space for updates =)
(edit July 28th) Ok, got it. Here’s Zoe Renee…

Childhood story
I was thinking the other day what sort of stuff I could put here to keep your interest, and I realized that most of the material i would have to post would be images, videos and links to same. And i don’t want it (this blog) just to be a rehash of my ‘finds’ on the web. So to put a break between Inigo and my next picture post, i will relate a quick story from my childhood.
Now mind you, i don’t remember this personally, but referencing what I do remember from my early years, it is entirely possible.
Seems one day my Dad was trying to explain something to me, and for once I was very intently focussed on what he had to say – I was very much inclined at the time, and still am, to figure things out for myself, usually looking away, being twichy and the like – so this was quite a pleasing occurrence for him. As he got to near being done, he decided to check that I had followed what I am sure he thought was a brilliant explanation of whatever it was he wanted me to know and asked me what I thought. My reply, apparently accompanied by a very serious look on my face, while still staring at his was, “Gee Dad, you really have a big nose.”