Musings for Non-Serenity

It has been a while since my last post.  My addictive behavioral traits have been divvied up among other useless and productive assignments lately.  Sara, my wife, has been quite diligent about updating the blog monthly with Audrey's information.  They are a joy for Sara to do.  She gets pretty excited about the pictures and getting to share Audrey's growth with everyone.  We thank you for taking time to read the blog and follow us.

  On to some, not so significant, yet important information containing lack luster adventures of a father-daughter day (s).  Quite a time before this day of awesomeness graced my daughter and I; I began planning a fun-filled day of outside teachings.  As it so regularly happens, in regards to outside adventures, rain was planned by the weather guessers and super computers.  Audrey and I had a tactical redirection committee meeting upon the revelation of rain that would be hindering our previously planned objectives.  After redirecting the missions of the day to incorporate a non rain atmosphere, we were set!
  As the morning of October 10, 2011 emerged from the depths of darkness swept in by the night of October 9, 2011; the sun appeared to me as an alarm clock muted of sounds.  The morning began with Audrey eating some breakfast, drinking the milk de Sara, pooping, laughing, and getting changed.  The wife departed our domicile with thoughts of, "I wonder how this is gonna turn out".  Probably because I alluded to some of our operation awesomeness events.
  I wanted to operate in a fashion consistent with our government. I wanted to operate accordingly to test the availability of accomplishment when no accomplishment was planned.  After thirty minutes of accomplishing nothing while attempting to accomplish nothing, I ended the test.  I concluded from my short experiment that the plan Audrey and I had set out, would not suffice when enacted in a way that promotes idiocracy.
  So we set out to our day like any other southerner with a plan.  We drank some coffee, ate some type of HOT breakfast that included atleast one pork product and an egg, enjoyed some fresh air and watched Spongebob Square Pants.  Because of the impending rain already upon us, we set out on a mission of dual missions, Tractor Supply and Pet Smart.  Ole Stoney Dean accompanied us as we ventured out.  Tractor Supply produced dog food initially.  As I pondered about the day, and the cool rainy atmosphere, I concluded inconclusively that Audrey would need a well-made, sturdy, pretty much the most awesome coat ever type of outer wear.  CARHARTT! Heyyyo!  I purchased her a hooded sandstone coat, that matches her daddies coat, except for the fading that has occurred through out its life as an awesome coat.  Text messages were sent with pictures and Facebook was adorned with HD photos.  As friends and family graced their eyes upon the blue eyed southern toddler beauty, Audrey; out-pours of "oohs and aahs" greeted the photos.  There were some who stated Pink would look better.  As I "shopped" for this coat I bypassed the pink quite quickly in a fast manner.  There is enough of that around here, and I like nature colors, even though I can not see most of them!
  Pet Smart was graced by his Majesty Stoney, with no leash and a baby in the arm.  Rawhide bones were dispatched and purchased in a fast manner with a little urgency.  And that was pretty much it for that.
  As we gathered our thoughts, sitting on the couch counting rain drops, we looked at each other.  Audrey smiled and said, "ksabwguqnbgvuirfdawsqfvuerbqaehfuioehbgfkjsdabuige8890034nbdfksajvdksajnbfvdsa bye bye".  At that point, I knew I had planted a seed that would grow a southern girl who can cross the line between both country and "mommie's envision for her daughter that daddy does not understand".  This adventurous day was filled with adventures (Bushism).  The day that Columbus gave us, in which we celebrate all that is European and conquering, will forever be a holiday that Audrey and I will look to conquer our own dreams of always buying new Carhartt gear.  We will set sail, we will conquer, and we will buy sandstone! Heyyyo.


Disclaimer:  This piece is written with the intent of intending to be funny by using amusing musings and paradoxical/oxymoronic language inconsistent with consistent proper English diction so aptly taught in educational settings.  Thank you and enjoy


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