Great in '08

Happy New Year from the farm!

I got a haircut yesterday and it may be a mullet. Or a shag.

Mullet.

Shag.

Mullet.

Shag.

mulletshagemulletshagmulletshagmulletshag.


What is it with hair stylists who love to "thin out" hair? Everytime I go in, it's, wow you have a lot of hair, let's thin that out for you. No, no thanks. Please don't.

As she was cutting, I stopped her mid-snip and asked, "It's not going to look like a shag, is it?"

And she said, "How do you even remember the shag? You're too young!"

Because I've played that game before, sweetheart.

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Today is my last day at the farm. We're all heading out to Fargo tomorrow for ol' Sam's baptism. I got new gray trouser pants for the occasion.

I've had a very nice time at home, but there is not one speck of snow. Not one. I brought home snowpants and snowboots and nothing.

There is, however, a rogue mountain lion who has not yet attacked me. Though, when me and m'dawg Rufus go for walks, I can feel the thing stalking us. I can just feel it.

I got to spend lots of time with my cousins, who you may recall as Poster Child for Birth Control #1 and #2. Yesterday, I hung out with them while their mom was at work, and they both had friends over, and I made them listen to Boston cranked up on the record player. I think they dug it.

Also, I handily smoked any 10 year old who walked up and asked to Wii box against me.

Suckas.

I pinky-promised my mother I'd clean the house, so I will go do that now.

Oh, one more thing:

This month's issue of National Geographic has this terribly sad and beautiful article about the emptied prairie of North Dakota. If you have the chance, please take a look at it. One of the photos in it is of this abandoned house near Belfield, my hometown. My dad looked at the photo and said, "I think I know where that's at." So, we found it. About 8 miles southwest of our farm. It's an old schoolhouse and me and my dad walked right into it.