Fish Fry!

It's Popaw!, originally uploaded by PinthGarnell.

Hey, sorry I haven't been blogging lately. It's certainly a catch 22 in that blogging is all about revealing what's going on personally, but the more that's going on, the less time there is to blog. I went home for Father's Day as a big surprise to my Dad. I arrived at 1am, and woke him up off the couch, his brain was a little scattered having just woken up and he just stared at me tryin to make sense of why I would be standing there at 1am. The best thing was that I got to be a part of the annual Father's Day fish fry. The greatest grandpa ever, my Popaw Willard has been living and fishing in Florida since 1981, he's caught a lot of fish and mastered the art of frying them for the enitre neighborhood to enjoy. I get so tired of calling on Father's Day only to here my whole family in the background eating Popaw's fish, this year I did something about it, and ate, and ate, and ate, and defended the Democrats, and saw Star Wars Episode III with my cousins, uncles, and the best sister in the world, Jessica, who is my compatriot in arms when it comes to talking about horror movies and Bam Margera. The last movie I saw with my Uncle Ronnie was Popeye on a military base in 1981, and the last movie I saw with my Uncle Donnie was The Jerk in 1979 (which was so great, I WAS 7!). I was already obsessed with comedy and that was the greatest thing for me, when I got back and wouldn't shut up about Steve Martin my fate in comedy would be made complete when my Step-Father gave me his vintage "Let's Get Small" cassette. Which brings me to my life today.