Tonight I realized just how much I enjoy photography. My brother allowed me, albeit hesitantly, to use his new camera. It was very satisfying to be able to photograph what I see -- all of the things I've grown accustomed to enjoying on my own and in my own head.
Perhaps I'm finally finding good ways to express myself; this blog, those photos. I'm not sure though, perhaps I'm just as awkward as ever. Still, let's not forget that sentiment.
To change the subject, the fair is tomorrow! My day will be filled with the wonderful sights of a small town fair: cotton candy munching cowboys, little children vomiting on the roller coasters, and more cows, sheep, and bunnies than you could squeeze in a lifetime. All things considered, it promises to be a pretty fun day. I will report on it later.
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Well...then why have you not posted one of the pictures on your blog?
ReplyDeleteYou should have posted at least one...
Jo's honest opinion of Pat Newhall's Blog Post:
Well, you could have added one of the pictures you took, but other then that I really like it.
I love your part on the fair...haha
You almost sound like me..
I approve... :)
Your expressing yourself more, and this blog really helps..Its just you talking, and there is no one else to babble at you for hourse on end with you adding an occaisional, 'uh huh' hahaha
The fair...dang it..
I missed the fair that was near my house..
But that is probubly best, because knowing me, i would have fallen off the roller coaster, or been knocked in front of it..or perhaps been eaten by a cow...you never know...
I don't have the pictures, Chris left and took his camera and all its memory with him. I thought about mentioning that in the post but just forgot.
ReplyDeleteI almost sound like you!? Oh no...
I know, it does help. Still, you provide a fair share of input. Only after I've written my piece though.
You should be banned from fairs... and amusement parks, and parks, and playgrounds, and sidewalks, and roofs, and ladders, and beaches, and hedgerows, among other things.
And if anyone could be eaten by a cow, it'd be you.
Dang..though that is a valid excuse..you should have said something...
ReplyDeleteah well..whats done is done...
Haha, but you have to come up with the idea, and then i write my peice...
That list could go on forever..I might as well stay confined to my rubber room.. sigh
Oh dear..it would be me..wouldnt it..hahahahhaa
I love it...
I'll get them eventually. I'll pester him until he gives them to me.
ReplyDeleteExactly, at least you appreciate my efforts.
Rubber may not be safe for you either, I wouldn't count on anything other than goose down... but even then...
"sigh"
Okay..it sounds good, then you have to send them to me...
ReplyDeleteAt least SOMEONE out in this vast world does...
Hahaha, how about you just kill me, cause I think purgatory would be the safest place for me...
Dont sigh like that...
I'll send them, don't worry.
ReplyDeleteIf you were the ONLY person who appreciated my thoughts then I would just not bother writing this and instead only email you, which I obviously don't do.
If I killed you I may feel bad enough to kill myself and then guess what! Purgatory becomes unsafe!
I have a right and a reason to sigh like that.
Thank you
ReplyDeleteWell...who else appricates them?
ANYONE WHO APPRICTATES PATRICKS EFFORTS PLEASE SPEAK NOW!
(crickets chirping)
Well...
Umm..gee pat, I dont know how to say this but...
I hope this doesnt disincourage your blog, by all means I think you should keep writing in it..but...well
Uh..Pat? Someone who lives in Onalaska doesnt know his religion very well...if you kill yourself, you dont go to purgatory, you go to hell...
But it was nice knowing you...
You do not..
Those crickets were chirping for a reason you know. Notice how there is silence now (still silence).
ReplyDeleteOh no, see I know a way around that. I'll go mad and I will be tormented and I'll beg God's forgiveness but it will be too late to save my mind and, late one stormy night, I'll stumble up to the top of a cliff frothing at the mouth and I'll look down and I'll hallucinate and see you falling and I'll jump down to try to save you. There, managed.
I do too.
Wow...your the only person I know that is apprictiated by a human and a handful of crickets...
ReplyDeleteWell...I suppose I should be touched that you jumped off a cliff to save me..but the frothing at the mouth, on a cliff, hallucinateing tells me, that perhaps you just took a bite of a randem pie i had sitting on the corner....
Prove how you do..
Right now I'm preferring the crickets, just so you know.
ReplyDeletePerhaps...
Because, if I don't sigh, I'll be holding in natural emotions and responses to your bizarre personality that are better expressed than repressed. "sigh"
Counter not corner, sorry...
ReplyDeleteOuch...you would rather talk to crickets then to me...that hurts...
perhaps? what other excuse is there? Bit by rabid panda?
ahh...i hope you dont drive your family crazy, by walking around the house sighing, recovering from your recent talk with me..
I understood.
ReplyDeleteAlmost as bad as you saying that you're the only person who appreciates my thoughts.
That is more possible, I probably would be very cautious about eating anything you baked.
No, they don't notice it.
:)
ReplyDeleteOkay okay, Im sorry...there..am i forgiven?
Good...thern why were you frothing at the mouth?
They dont? that means they dont notice you...
Very well, forgiveness granted.
ReplyDeleteBeing bitten by a rabid panda.
It's nicer like that.
Sweet, thank you...
ReplyDeleteAH!!!
I did not bite you...
Is it really?
I know what you mean, my family doesnt ignore me ENOUGH...
im sorry, i know your probubly mad at me, because here it is tweleve in the morning..but im to awake to sleep, and to tired to dance..
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome.
ReplyDeleteYou would if you could.
That's because you're the little one of the family.
I am a bit but it's a little late to tell you to go to bed isn't it?
Ta ha? Would I?
ReplyDeleteIm not really the biting type...
Though you may get kicked in the shoulders, by a very flexible panda...
I am not...Joe is..
When he grows one two inches, I'll be the smallest in the house...
Nope its not to late..considering that its almost nine o'clock at night...
I think you'd find kicking more cumbersome than biting if you turned into a panda.
ReplyDeleteI didn't say shortest, I said the little one. The one who is too small and venturesome and jittery to be responsible for herself.
How very cheeky of you. It's not surprising though.
You obviously have never seen 'Kung Fu Panda' SIGH...
ReplyDeleteYou and Janet may have to watch it, just for me...you can pretend you went out and rented it from the library just for janet...ta ha
SIGH..fine..thats mean though...
I am not jittery..just on edge.
hahahaha
Nope, not at all..
I'm not sure I want to see another super-flexible, hyper panda. One is enough for me.
ReplyDeleteIt is not, you've earned it. And what is the difference between being jittery and on edge? They both mean you jump when someone swats at a fly.
"Sigh"
Fine...but you missed out..I love that movie..
ReplyDeleteEven if the panda loves to eat and is very very very very fat...
Blah...sigh
...
I think I prefer missing out.
ReplyDeleteBlah? Does that mean, "you're absolutely right Pat?"
Alright...sigh
ReplyDeleteIm just glad i got you to clean your room and closet..and yes, im taking all the credit for that...ta ha
SIGH...your absolutely right Pat
You're allowed to take very very little credit. And, for your information, my room is a mess due to all the stuff that WAS in my closet.
ReplyDeleteAw, sweet of you to admit it.
No No, i take ALL the credit..
ReplyDeleteWithout me, it would not have even crossed your mind to clean your closet..
But its okay...
Dont get all protective about it..
I'll try not to get a big head about it...
Now its your turn to be sweet, and let me take all the credit for you cleaning your room and closet... :)
Sorry, but nope.
ReplyDeleteArgh..your so stubborn!!!
ReplyDeleteIs it really THAT hard for you to be nice...
No, it's easy for me to be nice. It's terribly hard for me to give credit where none should be given. Sorry J.B.
ReplyDeleteFine..i deserve no credit..
ReplyDeleteAre you happy?
If you are..will you be nice?
Shoot..my foot just fell asleep...
Well, maybe you deserve a little. I'll be nice.
ReplyDeleteSilly foot, it was probably dancing too much.
Yay!
ReplyDeleteThank you Patrick...
Hahaha..knowing me..yep
It was all the way numb, i couldnt feel anything...
Not even when i stuck pins into it..
Mm Hmm
ReplyDeleteJoan! Ugh, you're frustrating!
Ahh...(sob)
ReplyDeleteNow your frustrated at me again...
I'm sorry, Im sorry, Im sory...
It wont happen again...
"Sigh," don't lie, we both know it will.
ReplyDeleteAlright fine...
ReplyDeleteMaybe it will...
But will you at least forgive me for this time?
Since you're leaving, I'll forgive you. No more pins though, Tobes.
ReplyDeleteAlright..no more ----
ReplyDeleteWait...what am i agreeing to..
Maybe only sometimes?
But then you wont forgive me...
Okay okay..no more pins for numb feet
That was easy, you're usually stubborn about things that involve you getting hurt.
ReplyDeleteHehe...i probably shouldnt point this out..but im so pleased at being able to slip past you..i have to...just so i can laugh at you..
ReplyDeleteI merely stated i would stick no pins into my NUMB FEET...
When my feet are not numb its fine..and anything that is not my feet is fine to....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Poor Pat..thought his parentalness was working...
"Sigh," no, I assumed my parentalness wasn't working and that something like this would happen. Oh, Tobes, "sigh." :¬/
ReplyDeleteYou have to admit you didnt catch it though..
ReplyDeleteCome on, dont sigh..
Your ruining my acheviment
No, I didn't realize you'd be so deviously clever, but I certainly knew you were being deceiving.
ReplyDeletesigh....if you knew that then why were you so outwardly surprised that i h=gave in so easily?
ReplyDeleteBecause I didn't expect crafty foresight.
ReplyDeleteWell, i have one of two things up my sleeve...
ReplyDeleteIm just here to be a constant surprise... :)
One of two things?
ReplyDeleteOne or two things..sorry
ReplyDeleteOh, well, I suppose you do... and you are a constant surprise.
ReplyDeleteHaha, in July you had thought you had gotten used to me, and you said i could no longer surprise you by anything i would say...
ReplyDeleteWell, 'say' as in type down onto the the computer.
Well, I don't mean surprising as much as I mean fascinating.
ReplyDeleteI fascinate you?
ReplyDeleteI thought i worried and scared you..
You cant just say yup..
ReplyDeleteUnless Im all three...
haha..oh dear
Ah well, what can i say?
ReplyDeleteYou could say..
ReplyDelete" Joan you are so facinatingly scary, that it worries me..."
Ooh, I like that.
ReplyDeletehaha..i knew you would.. :)
ReplyDelete