I'm back from my extraordinary journey. It was great!!! My family and I have been going to that ocean resort for since I was 7, and it's not getting boring neither. Every year, Paul's family has invited us and other families to participate.

What I did...

I spent 60% of my trip swimming in the pool. I'm proud to say that I'm 100% able to swim any distance in any condition!

I spent 30% of my trip watching paul type the code (PHP) for a game he is making.

I spent 5% of my trip eating food provided by my family.

The last 5% walking around the near by beach.

All in all it was a very wonderful trip. Although it rained 70% of the time, it was still fun to swim in the pool.

Thank you and good night

When I posted that entry about my dog, it showed up all crazy. darn. It made my whole family laugh!! I'll post it agian....

Hi all! back again. I was on a ytm mission at Holy Family Parish in West Seattle. We all went around door-to-door in the various neighborhoods around Holy Family (divided into 6 "zones" to allow more efficiency). It went very well, especially for being the first of these in the Pacific Northwest if I understood correctly. there was also a mini "kids' camp" going on at the parish. Now here's the cool part. Before the thing started, imagine a small herd of daycare-injured, typical 2nd-3rd grade public school kids ( loud, making dumb jokes, and rather obnoxious). Over the course of the camp, imagine a HUGE transformation. Done imagining? Well that's exactly what happened. Also, Brother Aaron and Father Budke were there, so I gave Brother Aaron our URI. He said (and I quote)

"You'll get a lot of strange people with a name like that."
--Brother Aaron Vinduska

Anyway, he also woke me up to the fact that, (HELLO) I should get waaaaaaayyy more serious with the content of my posts. So, with that in mind, thanks Brother Aaron.

p.s. James if you're reading this, I told him about your blog too. Brother Aaron, the URI is http://netrookieblog.blogspot.com.

It all began when I was 11 years old. That day, my mom was taking us (the kids) to Arnold’s Hey and Grain, a food store for animals. As we were approaching the door, something caught my eye: a little dog (4 months old). The puppy was situated in a cage and was lying down on his tubby little belly. He looked at me with BIG, HUGE, BUG-eyes and whimpered. He looked so sad…so lonely…so isolated. I got down on my hands and knees and said to him, “Hey there, little puppy. You sure look lonely.” Then the dog looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Well duh. I’m stuck in this freakin’ cage sleeping in my own business and eating nasty doggy kibble. How about getting me outa here, you mental midget?” I replied with, “Sure thing, dude. I’ll buy you or something like that.” He rolled his bug eyes at me and stated, “You humans are all the same…” I smirked.
Well, a few minutes after my encounter, my mom walked out of the store with the rest of the brats. She noticed I was looking at the dog and commented about how cute he was. Then I remembered how much I wanted a dog and asked her if I could buy this one (as if I bought a puppy every day). To my astonishment, she said, “Maybe.”
YESSSS!!!!!
She looked in to the matter a little more and she decided to ask my dad whether or not we could get a dog. Again to my astonishment, he said, “Maybe.” Before I could purchase my furry friend, he made me promise him that I would feed him, brush him, walk him, burp him, change his diaper etc….
Of course I agreed not realizing the mess I got my self into. “Yeah whatever.” I said, “I’ll feed him, brush him, walk him, burp him, and change his diaper etc…”
So, we bought the little punk. It would take a day before we could actually pick him up. When that day came, I was more then ready to feed him, brush him, walk him, burp him, and change his diapers! When we got him to the car, he completely freaked out (I guess he was never in a car before). He jumped over the seats, he ran between our legs, he barked at oncoming cars, he screamed, he shouted, and he used words I would never use on this blog. When I asked him why he executed such juvenile behavior, he replied with, “Because I’m a dog, stupid. Plus I was told it’s great therapy – you should try it some time.” I shrugged and told him I had given that practice up a week ago.

the name...

It was really difficult to find a name for this dog, so I went through the lists of names common to a dog. “Zip, Butch, Rover, Cretan?” I thought to myself. All those names seemed too….stupid. So I named him “Richard.” He loved it.

the walks...

As the months went by, he seemed to grow larger, more intelligent, but he never did lose his puppy-like features. Taking him on walks was moderately easy, except for one thing: Once he saw a person or location he wished to approach, he would tug and pull and coke himself until he would almost pass out. Once the animal rights people noticed this, they stated that this was total animal abuse and demanded they take possession of my dog – at least until they could find a suitable owner. Of course I told them I would do nothing of the sort. They did not like my little reply so we got in a gunfight and I won. He he, those losers…

the cars...

One month before he turned 1, he mysteriously developed the bad habit of chasing cars (an activity that is commonly executed by dogs). After a few weeks of having my arm pulled off, my mom and I decided that we needed to take some serious action. But before we started beating the living waste out of Richard, I decided I needed to have a little “Boy-to-Dog” discussion.

“Richard, we need to discuss something…” I said.

“Make it quick, stooge. I have a tight schedule today.” He replied.

“Richard, you’ve gotta stop chasing after cars, you’re really hurting my arms.” I said.

“You’ll survive, Brian.” He replied.

“Not for long!! What do you suggest I do? I can’t seem to train you to not chase vehicles.” I said.

“ Hey, I know: when you see a car coming, let me go.” He replied.

“That’s it, smart-butt, time to get aggressive with you!!!” I said

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