My Humble Words
(What duz humble mean?)
OK peeples. We had a problem. Well Daddy had a problem. I refuze to have problems.
Oh, I know what you are saying; that kid has all sorts of problems, but you wud be wrong. See, every time I have a problem, I give it to God, so I don't haveta worry 'bout it. Mommy and Daddy say the same thing, but then they say they took it back from God. Isn't that silly? Why wud you wanna take a problem back if God already promised to take care of it? Grownups - you can't live with them, you can't live without them and there is no way to understand them?
Ooops, I forgot to tell ya what the problem waz. See, the guys that helped us keep the jurnel up went out of buziness, so we lost a lot of stuff. The gud newz is that Daddy found this thing called a blog at a really superhero kinda site. I know it's a superhero site by the name - Bravenet. Daddy has a lot to do to catch up, but now he can at least start - finally! I'll tell ya, if I cud fire that guy, sumtimes I wud. Oh heck, he is my daddy, so I will keep him for now.
By the way, before they ran away, the old journal guys didn't tell us they were leavin'. Gud thing is Daddy had some of the journal stuff copied for my first book and for the sekund one if we ever write it. You can get to the old journal stuff by clicking Old Journals on my blog, or, you can click Old Journals here to get to the original stuff I rote.
Ok, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's my blog.