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Does anyone remember when this blog had something interesting to say? That seems like a very long time ago...
Day 140
May 21: I used to think that I drank a lot of soda pop, because I do this every night. I fill up a glass with something -- this happens to be root beer (I can hear Emily now: Gross!) -- and I plop down in front of the television to unwind for a few minutes.
I promptly fall asleep, and wake up around 1:00, and stagger to bed.
In the morning my glass of root beer is right where I left it, and usually just a little more full thanks to the melted ice cubes.
So, while I BUY a lot of soda pop, I'm not necessarily consuming it.
That's good, right?
Day 141
May 22: The Team.
They won some games, and some they lost.
When it was all said and done, they lived and died as a team.
All hands in, one last time.
Day 142
May 23: Our first harvest!
I like radishes. I don't necessarily LOVE radishes -- let's face it, no one sits around eating a bowl of radishes.
But, when they come from your own garden, they are delicious!
This is the first thing we have ever raised to maturity.
There may be hope for our children yet!
Day 143
May 24: The end of an era.
We've watched 24, on the edge of our seats, from the very first episode back in 2001.
Now what are we going to do between January and May?
Via con dios, Mr. Bauer.
Day 144
May 25: Every morning I wake up, and as I walk out of my bedroom, I see my camera bag. Out of habit now, I immediately take mental note of the pictures I took the previous day.
On Wednesday morning, that file was empty.
I suppose it was inevitable -- but I made it longer than I did last year.
That's a victory, right?
Day 145
May 26: I realize that I recently took a picture of my iPod.
But, you see, that there is an i PAD!
My wife won't allow me to bring it to bed.
So we cuddle on the couch, before bed time.
Me and my iPad.
Day 146
May 27: This is not just a fine example of stunt photography -- all you need to know is that I took the picture, I was driving and I did not get pulled over (because I can smell a traffic cop from a mile away -- it's a long story) -- but it's also a fair representation of my Thursday evenings.
Leaving work late, having not taken a picture, driving like a maniac to get home and get the 365 post up, before soccer practice ends, or Pack meeting starts, or some other madness intrudes its way into the one night each week that I try to pay some attention to my blog.
And my last name isn't even Murphy.
