The jibblies

This gigantic wolf spider lives on our patio and as of today is still alive...somewhere.

I don't know what kind of spider this is, but I think he must have spent some time in the navy if the heart tatoo on his back is any indication. He was on my window today and I had a terrible time getting up the guts to smash him on account of his hairy hugeness. So I went to the basement and got some snowboots on, but then I thought "thats no good, he's probably waiting to jump on me!". So plan "B" was to get a log and smash him from a safe distance-which worked brilliantly, but I am telling you the sound of his hairy heiny being crushed was horrible!

I Can't Take It Anymore!

I think blogs are cool. That said, I haven't wanted to start my own blog (until now) for two reasons: 1) there's something weird about me that makes me resist doing the same thing that others are doing (i.e. watching "Titanic", wearing flip-flops, and owning a futon) and 2) I don't want to feel guilty about not doing one more thing.
Today I decided to just do it! Hey, I know the Grandma's will appreciate it if nothing else! Plus as an added bonus if I blog I can stop feeling guilty about not scrapbooking and/or keeping a journal! Who knows what's next? maybe I'll even catch "Titanic" on cable sometime! The futon, however, is definatly NEVER going to happen!