October 17, 2005 - Monday | 6:24 PM, CST

I haven't been all that interested in updating lately. My normal desire to come up with creative, humorous stories just hasn't been there. Instead, I find myself reminiscing a lot these last few months. Not about anything or person in particular, but just the past in general. It has seemed incredibly important to me recently to relive past experiences, and even record them, as if someday I will need to draw upon the written word to remember.

Now, I could be on here telling you guys that I learned what the word "vehicle" meant when I was about five years old, standing outside with an older boy that lived caddy-corner to us. We were playing some sort of game that involved pretending we were driving somewhere or racing... I don't remember which. Anyway, he said "Ok, what vehicle will you be driving?" I said "What does 'vehicle' mean?" He waited until a motorcycle drove past. "Thats a vehicle," he said, pointing to the motorcycle, "that, or a car."

Don't you feel that much more enlightened because of it? We were on north fifth street at the time. In Sheldon. On the sidewalk between the two tree stumps.

Now, like I said, I could be posting cool stories like that, but unfortunately my insomnia has also taken a turn for the worse lately. The colder weather has been helping, but its still hit or miss. I tried using sleeping pills the other night. Just a couple of mild benadryl, and man was it cool. I remember waking up and not being able to feel my arms. I laid back down and went to sleep again, very happy as to how well it was going. The only problem with this method is my adversion against chemical methods of assistance. I predict things will change with the onset of winter.

The double date with Koby was interesting. The chosen girl was a bit strange, though I was of course expecting that. There is really not all that much to tell about the date... We went to Red Lobster for dinner. Koby's bill came out to around forty dollars, for which he left a one dollar tip. It would be important to mention, however, that our waiter came out no less than thirteen times in between order taking and delivery, and well-being checks. Suffice to say, the service was excellent, especially when taking into account the high number of customers.

Kelly and I insisted that he leave a larger tip, but we only got two fifty out of him. In comparison, our bill was thirty-six dollars and I left a six dollar tip.

From Red Lobster, we drove around trying to find a good movie to watch. Driving between any of the three theaters in Kankakee with a frazzled Koby is no picnic. Being unfamiliar with the roads, you'd think Koby would drive slowly, with caution. Not so. Koby's method for unfamiliar driving is to speed at nearly fifty miles an hour in a thirty-five zone, cursing frequently with plenty of "fucks" and "God damns", and not following the directions being given to him by those experienced with the roads.

After much hair raising, we decided to watch "The Brothers Grimm." Want my advice? Wait until it comes out on video so you don't have to waste so much money. I would rate the movie as decent, but just barely so.

A few months back, I had a campfire out at my house, and after all the excitement had died down, Koby and I took a two in the morning walk down to the cemetery. We stopped by a small pond near the road and harassed the wildlife. I managed to catch a huge bullfrog, which I took home for some photo ops. They are posted below, as well as a picture taken at Billie Creek Village (which Bryan and I visited a while back).

Picture 1: Koby with the frog next to his head. Just a size comparison to show how big this thing was.

Picture 2: Myself with the frog.

Picture 3: The frog meets the cat. The cat was extremely frightened by the frog. Especially when I thought the frog was getting dried out and I placed him under the tap water. This caused him to hop out of my hands and onto the floor, nearly landing on the cat.

Picture 4: Koby receives a kiss from his friend the frog.

Picture 5: A team of four year old Belgian draft horses with a four month old colt at Billie Creek village.

For those of you worried about the frog's fate, he was returned safely to the pond. Well, I'm off.

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