joey sadstone

5 people have asked me write a blog. that is pretty much someone begging garth brooks to put out a new album. or grow his hair back. seems impossible, but it can be done.

today i had the realization that i am turning into uncle joey from full house. i wish i could say i was more the uncle jesse type, but let's be honest. my hair will never be that great. my Bullwinkle impression, on the other hand, is impeccable.

uncle joey was stupid. even when i was little i knew he was. who was that weirdo who lived in their basement? he was old! he should have his own house, wife and kids. who does he think he is, leeching off of the tanners!? oops. there i go again, drawing similarities.

i really am ok with living with married people. it totally gives me a glimpse into the unknown--a world unseen--atlantis, if you will. i mostly like what i see, and anything i don't i just tell myself there's nothing money can't fix! and if money can't fix it, just turn on maury and count your blessings.