Ich bin zurruck.

Day One:1400 hours: I have collected a group of soldiers and comrades to go forth from the land of the free and brave to seek other pastures where we may be welcomed. A few of the volunteers I believe are masquerading marauders. Hopefully all goes well and none shall get hurt.

Day Four: 0900 hours:Strife breaks out amoungst the company. Bitter tears wept and blood spilt. Things are dicey. (especially the games.)

Day Thirteen: unknown time: lost watch. going crazy. dissention has crept into the camp like a fog hovering in the morning. Down to three men. We found bananas and laughed our great fortune.

Day Fourteen:moon in sky: plague erupts. Locust eat men. Left alone.

Day Fifteen: Upset. Training didn't talk about being all alone. I don't even have Wilson.

Day Seventeen: Companionship found. Clarence.

Day Twenty-nine: Had lost my palm. But is now found. Made clothing from leaves. Now understand why Cain was always cranky.

Day Thirtytwo: Discovered land of beauty and wonder, but in the midst of journeyings, lost crew, family, and planned future. Lost amoungst the leaves, brooks and wild bears and elegant deer. Like strewn, water-whipped branches bleached in the sun- life is taking on a new outlook. Concern about my water. Misplaced my bananas.

And now I'm gone.

I did a no-no.

And I need to leave the country.

I am grateful to have known ya'll.

I hope I had a good affect on you.

Don't party too hard now that you know I'm gone.

But I'll understand if you do.

Cause when I heard the good news:

That Maria had to flee the country,

I jumped and down for joy.

And then, I remembered:

Oh, I am Maria.

Sad Day.

I guess I will have to try a new land.

Good-bye.

Ya, I'm Home.

So on dis one day, I vent home. Ya. Und now, I tink dat I picked up speakin' correcktly again. Ya. Und, da ya remembre de lovely vell? It sure tastes good still. Sure betcha! Yummee. Since, I gone and turned twenty, I don't need to go tew school, but my sisters... they still go. Quiant lovely ting. And my car! Oh. I love my car.

I got together vit Lina de oder day. Ole vas outta town. Ve had great fun talking abOut all dem good ole days. She told me a funny story abOut her and Ole. I tink I should let ya know tew. Ya see, it vent sometin' like dis:

Ole and Sven had grabbed their poles and headed out to do some ice fishing last November vhen I vas in Utah. As they were augering a hole in the ice they heard a loud voice from above say, "There are no fish under the ice."
Ole an Sven moved about 25 feet over and started to make another hole. The voice said a little stronger, " There are no fish under the ice."
They both looked around and then looked up. Ole said in a humble voice, "Are you God?"
The voice spoke back, "No ya idiots! I'm the ice rink attendant."

Lena und I laughed and laughed. Ve tink dat it is not so good for Lars, Sven and Ole dat I leave dem alone. Hmm..

Years numbered by a Score

It is true. No longer a teenager.

Remember last year? Well... I gues that ineluctable hip replacement surgery is getting ever closer. Que cosa!

So... old second-warders, my birthday wish from you... Lots & lots of comments.

Last year there were 18.

This year I turned 20. Do ya think you could make me happy and match that number?

That is all.

Thank you kindly.

Ohh...

I like... do you like the new look?

Oh for CUTE!

Guess what! Rick and Rebecca Tang are now Parents!!!!

Lydia Ying Tang.

An ADORABLE little girl!!!!

Just thought you would like to know.

Only me.

Have you ever thought that you are the strangest thing on the earth? Well... It has been confirmed that you are not. You know why? Because I am! Yes, yes. Don't even TRY to argue. It won't fly. Don't believe me? How 'bout I give ya proof.

Who on earth would have this happen to them???

One day, let's say last Thursday, a person went to a chiropractor. This said person was adjusted (in other words... all the bones put back to where they are suppose to be) and then had an hour of deep muscle therapy message. The massage ended with the therapist doing something with the person's feet in order to get blood flowing to the bottom half of the person, so when this person sat up, the person wouldn't get dizzy or faint. Now, this person went to the person's car. And was wincing in pain. This person drove back to where this person lives. Barly making it to the person's door... let alone inside... and calls the chiropractor. Chiropractor tells this person to go back to the chiropractic office. This person does. The person's bones in the person's foot and knee were out of alignement. Then this person is told by the chiropractor to ice it and if it is not better- meaning feeling worse- the next morning to check it out. This person wakes up the next morning. Ankle, foot- far worse. Goes to the doctor. Is told it is sprained.

Who, may I ask, goes to the chiropractor, followed by an hour massage- and ends up with a sprained ankle???? Can you tell me that you know of anyone???


Didn' think so. Hence. Your arguments just won't fly.

I am the STRANNGEST thing ever.