We're approaching two and a half years since the inception of this blog, and going back to read the posts from Feb '08 is quite the experience. I suppose that's what diaries and journals are for, the chance to go back and read out your thoughts and ideas from another time. Mental time travel. One thing is for sure, I am not who I was then. In fact, I am not who I was last year or the year before that. This blogging business started off as a documentation of odd and quirky ideas I might have. I had a lot of time on my hands back then, hence the frequency of the posts. With time, the posts have decreased in number but have also gotten more creative and my spelling sure has improved.
Blogging has pretty much gone out of style these days.
The more I read my old posts, the more I believe that continuing to type stupid things here if only to be able to read them again later is worth it. These next few lines are for future Ruthie.

-Your fingernails are currently painted red. They took you way to long to paint.

-If you could eat one meal for your entire life it would be a sandwich on a cheese bagel with spicy mustard, pesto, turkey and string cheese with a chocolate pudding cup and ice water. But you have to drink your water through a straw because your teeth are extremely sensitive.

-You're a cat person.

-Scratch that. (Pun!) You're a horse person.

-Humidity sucks. It's like a punch to the gut. You walk out of your house or your car, or any air conditioned place, and you're hit with an invisible wall of such magnitude that it almost knocks you over.

What I did this week

I went to Glacier Park,

Stayed in a creepy hotel,

And went to the Farmer's Market with Cj.

Blast from the Blogging Past

This is me about 3 years ago. I just read my very first blog post. It's funny looking back and reading all about what you wanted to be when you grow up. Back then I wanted to play in the NBA. Now I want to be a doctor. Back then I knew boys who had longer hair than I did. Now it's flaming red and I'm still growing out that horrible bob. I used to like the Jonas Brothers. Not so much anymore. I'd just like to thank all those youth group leaders and youth group go-ers for putting up with me during my "skin tight hot pink jeans" phase and my "I have discovered a cute outfit so I'm just going to wear that everyday" phase and my "I must make a stupid comment on everything you just said" phase.

There is a reason they put an age limit on how old you have to be to start a blog. Don't lie and say you're 14 when you're really only 11.

I'm blogging to you while high on Happy Gas

Today I walked into Dr. Pete's office with 29 teeth and walked out with 27. Then one hour later I walked into Dr. Weber's office with 27 teeth and walked out with 26. I somehow ended up in a turquoise chair surrounded by a million stuffed animals surrounding me, listening to The Incredibles, wearing Lady Gaga-esque sunglasses, and sniffing grape flavored Happy Gas. I'm still not sure how I got there, all I really remember from this day is Craig Smith The Tooth.
The Dentist was supposed to pull out three teeth out but only ended up getting two out. Apparently the third tooth was grown into the bone! Since the pain in my mouth was so severe we had to go to the oral surgeon to get it removed immediately.
When we got to the oral surgeon they took me into a little dark room literally strapped me into a chair and put a one size fits no one nose cover on me so he could release the happy gas. During the tooth removal operation they kept asking me yes or no questions. I kept answering them until I physically could not move anything. But they still kept talking to me. Then it all felt like a dream. I think I started saying weird things cuz they just started laughing. Then they started talking about Craig Smith. I have no idea who Craig Smith is. So I just started laughing. When the tooth was out and I was sort of aware of my surroundings I told the doctor all I remembered was Craig Smith The Tooth. He just laughed at me and said Craig Smith was his assistant surgeon.
So here I am. Blogging to you without feeling in the right side of my face. All I can say is, I better have the worlds best smile after all of this.

It's been two weeks since I deleted my Facebook!

A phenomenon, a revelation, a lifestyle, the eighth wonder of the world… I can just go on and might probably even run out of synonyms that will do justice to this 21st Century marvel. There are very few sites or companies that can boast the success Facebook enjoys. It's almost become a religion. All said & done Facebook is equal to oxygen for 400 million people. Psychologists have introduced a diagnosis FAD (Facebook Addiction Disorder) as a new kind of addiction & I’m afraid the other three Krager's are very close to it. It's a very relieving thing to deactivate your Facebook account. I have no clue why I did it! I love it! FREEDOM! Plus, if I read another status update with the lyrics to an overplayed Taylor Swift song I would've jumped off a cliff to my sudden death.

Blogging.. so? I don't know, it's difficult to hold a reasonable audience if you don't give them frequent reading material. And then you're back to square one, typing up stuff to post it where no one would read it. I'm sure there's a few of you still out there who log on here every once in a while. I just hope my recent suicide facts haven't scared guys off. I was going to rant on about a few things. Mainly about disrespect to lights and the precarious position that Lindsay Lohan is finding herself in these days.
So I leave you with this lovely Haiku
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator

My life is Jello
Sitting and waiting in the bowl
Patiently to gel

Cj's Concert!

Action Shot

Tony on Drums

Luke Dowler on the guitar/vocals

CJ on the Guitar

Jamie on Bass

We're all gonna die - 100 meters of existence

Simon Hoegsberg spent 20 days on a railroad bridge in Berlin photography random people. Ending in the widest photo ever, a print 30 inches high, and 100 METERS wide. Crazy.
The photo consists of a man sneezing, a man picking his nose, two couples kissing, a man eating ice cream and a man with a lazy eye just to name a few. A total of 178 people pictured. http://www.simonhoegsberg.com/we_are_all_gonna_die/slider.html

I'm one of those people that is filled with random and useless facts. But I only say them when necessary, like awkward moments. For example, my mother invited my ex-cousin that I haven't talked to in over three years over for a sleepover a couple weeks ago. It was very awkward. She jokingly said my coat resembled a goat. It didn't feel like a joke. Plus she didn't even sit on my couch. She just stood there. Awkward. I panicked.
Me: "Did you know 25% of cat owners blow dry their cats hair after a bath?"
Her: "...no"
Me: "Yeah! And did you know according to suicide statistics, Monday is the favored day for self-destruction."
I probably should've left the suicide statistic out. She didn't even respond. Just stared.

Rough Day

Today I made some yummy tummy peanut butter cookies. Then I forgot to eat some. When I finally got up to eat one and I saw Cj licking the last cookie. "Oh well" I thought. Just an hour ago Cj and I went to buy some even yummier tummier Moose Track Ice Cream. Cj ate the whole tub. I got a scoop. The whole tub. Really Brother, really?