I heard the other day something that is so scary, yet I just have to believe it: my brother is going to two proms this spring. And he’s only a junior… and that doesn’t count HIS. Such a playa, that one. I have to believe it because I was the same way. I’ve managed to go to seven proms over the years, so he’s got some ground to make up… but that’s still impressive. Way to go!
In other sibling news: Kecia’s getting all ready for heading off to ODU next year… I’m not going to get to go help her move in, so that means I’m going to have to make a visit at some point.
Ara’s still Ara. Yes, that’s a good thing. It’s when she’s Bear-a that we have to worry. (That’s her alternate, grouchy persona)
Ok… that’s it… except for this, passed along by Sarah:
The makers of French’s Mustard made the following recent statement:
“We at the French’s Company wish to put an end to statements that our product is manufactured in France. There is no relationship, nor has there ever been a relationship, between our mustard and the country of France. Indeed, our mustard is manufactured in Rochester, NY. The only thing we have in common is that we are both yellow”.
Probably not legit, but funny.
Hey, thanks, Pete. I love you too. And by the way, I\’m busy too. I\’m not moving or going to prom, but I\’m keeping busy!
I\’m playing club volleyball and my grades still look better than yours!!! 
Oh, bite me. Little over achiever.