Veni, Vidi, Vici
I've given up trying to learn Korean and have decided to learn a more useful language: Latin. Actually, I jest. I'm still trying to master the occasional "nonsense" that Mom and Dad utter in response to my squeals of pure glee. Tooth number two is on the move, and I'm assuming that once it breaks gum, I might be able to speak more intelligibily (try spelling that without spell check). In fact, Mom looked today and said that it might very well be poking into daylight. Either that or she was trying to make sense of my horrible, disgusting, rotten, putrescent, foul mood this morning. Geez, can't a guy get a break?! How about, "I just woke up on the wrong side of the blanket with a stinky diaper, nearly rolled off the changing table, and wasn't in the mood to eat mashed bananas with rice cereal?!" Nope, Mom insists that it must be my teeth. Whatev..
Luckily, the roadkill stench that permeated my mood has dissipated. I'm back to popping rice stars and more importantly, I'm back to writing. I apologize for the hiatus (How's that for Latin, fools?). But, I have a legitimate excuse: My blue ball.
I can't believe that I did not share this with you sooner, but then again, I can. My blue ball is now my favorite piece of entertainment. I'm not sure why parents invest in such high-dollar toys that merely pollute our landfills with battery after battery after battery. Instead, why not buy their children those supermarket balls that are housed in those metal cages? You know, they're the balls that every child wants to bounce next to the refrigerated egg/butter/yogurt section of the grocery store. First of all, those balls are cheap. It cost Mom two bucks and a quarter. Secondly, they come in a variety of colors. I chose blue because it's not pink or green. Lastly, instead of polluting our landfill with batteries, I'm just polluting China. Sure, you might say, "Well, you're in Korea. You're simply going to pollute yourself with all of the "yellow" dust that blows from China in the spring." No, I'm pretty sure that manufacturing plastic balls only creates toxic run-off that pollutes the Chinese drinking water and results in two-headed carp.
Enough about the environment. My views on political and social issues are still in their infancy, but I'll get back to you on that later. Back to my ball....
We bought the ball at the BX on Friday afternoon after my nap. When we got home, Dad was there! I was so excited that he had come home early. It made my day! And, to make my afternoon even better, Dad got the ball and played with me. We did some passing and dribbling drills. Well, the dribbling was more of the type that never seems to stop coming out of my mouth. Whenever I concentrate on passing the ball, I tend to drool. It's not flattering, but folks usually understand. They pretend not to notice.
They're action photos. Please, no comments on the fact that they're out of focus. Remember; action.
Luckily, the roadkill stench that permeated my mood has dissipated. I'm back to popping rice stars and more importantly, I'm back to writing. I apologize for the hiatus (How's that for Latin, fools?). But, I have a legitimate excuse: My blue ball.
I can't believe that I did not share this with you sooner, but then again, I can. My blue ball is now my favorite piece of entertainment. I'm not sure why parents invest in such high-dollar toys that merely pollute our landfills with battery after battery after battery. Instead, why not buy their children those supermarket balls that are housed in those metal cages? You know, they're the balls that every child wants to bounce next to the refrigerated egg/butter/yogurt section of the grocery store. First of all, those balls are cheap. It cost Mom two bucks and a quarter. Secondly, they come in a variety of colors. I chose blue because it's not pink or green. Lastly, instead of polluting our landfill with batteries, I'm just polluting China. Sure, you might say, "Well, you're in Korea. You're simply going to pollute yourself with all of the "yellow" dust that blows from China in the spring." No, I'm pretty sure that manufacturing plastic balls only creates toxic run-off that pollutes the Chinese drinking water and results in two-headed carp.
Enough about the environment. My views on political and social issues are still in their infancy, but I'll get back to you on that later. Back to my ball....
We bought the ball at the BX on Friday afternoon after my nap. When we got home, Dad was there! I was so excited that he had come home early. It made my day! And, to make my afternoon even better, Dad got the ball and played with me. We did some passing and dribbling drills. Well, the dribbling was more of the type that never seems to stop coming out of my mouth. Whenever I concentrate on passing the ball, I tend to drool. It's not flattering, but folks usually understand. They pretend not to notice.
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