I will miss you dearly.
-Love, John
Monday, October 27, 2008
Happy Birthday Dad
Today does not feel right, and I wish you were here. But, I'm glad your suffering is over.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Not a fun post...
Next Monday is coming closer and adding a feeling of impending doom. It'll mark one year since I had my "bad feeling." Which, is also, the worst feeling I've ever had. I knew that day would be the last Birthday for my father. That was only weeks before we even learned about his cancer. So, the downward spiral continued faster than any of us had thought...ending on April 19th.
I feel like I should be "over" it, but that's not as easy a task as I had hoped.
And Monday is gonna be tough.
No. It'll suck.
Just plain suck.
Shit.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
What Exactly is a Flinky, you ask?
What Exactly is a Flinky, you ask?
Flinky (Fleen-key) n. - A playful word to call a fart.
My father used to say, "Did you blow a flinky?" when we were kids, and it stuck with me. Since losing my father to cancer on April 19th of this year (I'll miss him dearly), I wanted to continue his tradition of that word with my 2 year old daughter. Flinky just sounds funnier that fart. Maybe more "harmless," I suppose. No matter how you look at it, farts and/or Flinkies are fucking funny.
And the Whisperer part? Well, that just rolled off my tongue. Just sounds funny as well. No, I don't speak softly to assholes...with a "come-hither" ring to my voice...beckoning a perky biscuit to make the amazing trek from the depths of stink into this open world. Neither to I speak to lost farts traveling along the way...helping them find their way to cross into the light (like Melinda "giant titties" Gordon).
No. I'm just the Flinky Whisperer. I'll giggle at a ass-juice-bubble, but I won't whisper sweet nothings to them.
Well, with that out of the way...I am no longer a Blogger Virgin. And, I'd have to say that I don't feel any different, and my anus does NOT hurt and/or feel violated. So, good for me.
I have no idea what I will write in the coming months before I tire of doing this, but I'll give it a shot nonetheless. Just be prepared for profanity, sick jokes and other...crap, for lack of a better word.
Time to blow a Flinky.
Yup. Just did. Smells like.....Victory.
Flinky (Fleen-key) n. - A playful word to call a fart.
My father used to say, "Did you blow a flinky?" when we were kids, and it stuck with me. Since losing my father to cancer on April 19th of this year (I'll miss him dearly), I wanted to continue his tradition of that word with my 2 year old daughter. Flinky just sounds funnier that fart. Maybe more "harmless," I suppose. No matter how you look at it, farts and/or Flinkies are fucking funny.
And the Whisperer part? Well, that just rolled off my tongue. Just sounds funny as well. No, I don't speak softly to assholes...with a "come-hither" ring to my voice...beckoning a perky biscuit to make the amazing trek from the depths of stink into this open world. Neither to I speak to lost farts traveling along the way...helping them find their way to cross into the light (like Melinda "giant titties" Gordon).
No. I'm just the Flinky Whisperer. I'll giggle at a ass-juice-bubble, but I won't whisper sweet nothings to them.
Well, with that out of the way...I am no longer a Blogger Virgin. And, I'd have to say that I don't feel any different, and my anus does NOT hurt and/or feel violated. So, good for me.
I have no idea what I will write in the coming months before I tire of doing this, but I'll give it a shot nonetheless. Just be prepared for profanity, sick jokes and other...crap, for lack of a better word.
Time to blow a Flinky.
Yup. Just did. Smells like.....Victory.
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