I Feel Funky

Hip hip hooray... It's almost my birthday and I feel funky, I don't want to go anywhere or see anyone. It doesn't sound like me, so I think It's an illness called giteenoldur.

The End of Boyishness

This was the reason I started my blog,... but not knowing how to do it, I lost this "very eloquent posting" about my last fervent and impassioned plea to my sons to get serious about manners and propriety. Sadly it was lost and never posted, but I started this Blog/Journal to let the record show that to my dying breath I had tried to raise civilized, kind and compassionate people... ( but it wasn't meant to be), but I remember I said in words much stronger than they are used to from me, something about that the rough-housing would stop and not be repeated! or either I would not have them here, and welcome, or I would fight with them in Jim's place to preserve his life and my sanity!