Enter 2007 Left Stage.
New Year. It means many things to me, formost the wondering of how long I can keep in my mind that I'm not approaching the third decade of life. I don't see my antics ending anytime soon and I wonder if I look a folly. If I do I'll refuse to acknowledge it for a while. I like wearing pigtails and playing with toys (humorously finding a blob of Duck's plastic bubbles fused to the crotch of my favorite jeans out of the dryer, but I made it to work that way until Moon asked if I meant for gum to be fastened to my crotch. I beamed she was looking, then muttered some oh fucks because that shit meant to stay and jeans aren't cheap.
Right so 2007. How long this will be.
Looking back over my entries, 2006 offered two class action lawsuits, some mystery garbage, a couple of bras on my head, an Edmond added to the house, the endless dog battles, the JEFFS, and a fuck load of blogging. I must admit I smiled at how much I'd passed away to time while browsing the older entries.
Mr. Morgan did obtain his new rowing machine, and it's loud in a way my nerve endings are so baffled at they have simply gone to war with eachother for lack of option. This thing came with a heart monitor and he got himself up to 170 today, and said it was far too low. I silently raised my brow and walked into the room saying "Um... ya know... crack and coke addicts, when autopsied have hearts that seriously look like leather from the prolonged overbeating." Key note being AUTOPSY.
He replied he'd like to have a leather heart "It sounds tough!"
Happy New Year from the Morgan house...... whether this blog is read or not, it gives me a creative outlet I desparately need. Some of these are a tad older, but it's really a year in the life of my camera, which everyone knows to me is crack and I go no where without it.
-DM
Right so 2007. How long this will be.
Looking back over my entries, 2006 offered two class action lawsuits, some mystery garbage, a couple of bras on my head, an Edmond added to the house, the endless dog battles, the JEFFS, and a fuck load of blogging. I must admit I smiled at how much I'd passed away to time while browsing the older entries.
Mr. Morgan did obtain his new rowing machine, and it's loud in a way my nerve endings are so baffled at they have simply gone to war with eachother for lack of option. This thing came with a heart monitor and he got himself up to 170 today, and said it was far too low. I silently raised my brow and walked into the room saying "Um... ya know... crack and coke addicts, when autopsied have hearts that seriously look like leather from the prolonged overbeating." Key note being AUTOPSY.
He replied he'd like to have a leather heart "It sounds tough!"
Happy New Year from the Morgan house...... whether this blog is read or not, it gives me a creative outlet I desparately need. Some of these are a tad older, but it's really a year in the life of my camera, which everyone knows to me is crack and I go no where without it.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
6:04 PM
4 Comments:
Happy New Year!!!!! 2007 should be great.
Happy happy 2007 and thank for giving me something to look forward to when I come in to work!
Love the montage!!
I love the pics of Dee with her HUGE bone and then Simon with his little, tiny bone. So cute! Dems pups did not look happy with their New Year hats on!
Speaking of New Year hats..yours was great as per usual. DAMN your hair is LONG!!!
Happy Happy Happy New Year Joy Joy Joy!
Dem pups I tell you work the pity angle better than anything I've ever seen. Simon looks like I've laid a brick on his head. Yeah it's way TOO long and neading of a massive chop session.
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