My Brain hurts...

While reading over Colt's paper for communications class. We came across this gem.

2.What did you learn about yourself?
I learned that I think a lot more than I thought I did.


Wow Colt, I am so proud of you for graduating this April. You proved yourself worthy.

Lets keep this G Rated here people...

This is just a snipet of a regular conversation i would have with my lovely cousin Katie.

(this convo was inspired by a handsome picture of Colt)

me: he has such an intense jaw line

Kathryn: The lumberjack outfit?

me: yes!!

Kathryn: He needs stubble AND A BEAVER PELT.

me: indeed

Kathryn: OR AN OX NAMED BLUE

me: he did have a moustache

Kathryn: Or so he said! I guess his jaw was just too intense and overpowered it!

me: seriously

check out that jaw line!

roman esque!

Kathryn: But a lot less naked!

Priceless...

Fo Serious

Dana's Response to seeing the Art on Colt's blog.

"Dude, that dude can art! I mean, he can ART."


Probably the best feedback he can ever get.

Okay Abi I know it is just you and me here, so here is something from Mr. Tom you will like:

From: Tom Kirchner
Sent: Monday, November 17, 2008 12:06 PM
To:Lucia Rocha
Subject: RE: Phone Message

Don’t tell ME what I don’t want !!! Do you think I’ve been smoking since the age of ten (1952) in order to AVOID cancer? At my age, I can see where checking out a little early might very well have some merit to it.

Did I ever tell you about the time I went to Nervous, New Mexico? The coffee consumption there was triple the national average. Now, given the epidemic of Meth, coffee is no longer the problem. I remember the furtive glances of people with darting eyes. A sort of coffee based paranoia that gripped the town. People there spoke with the cadence of people from Brooklyn NY where I was born. Sentences come out like long words. Yagoin’tathefreakinmovieornot???

Nervous New Mexico should have been pretty laid back like most small western towns. Of course, its proximity to Hobbs,NM would be enough to make anybody shaky. On my first road trip as a musician, I insisted our entire caravan detour at least 25 miles out of its way to see if there really was a Hobbs. Later, on another road trip with a Dixieland Band, I got fired in Hobbs. So I know for sure it’s there. Thank god I wasn’t in Nervous, NM.


Tom