Cracker, Cracker, Cracker!
Ah, yes. The Cracker Dance. How could I forget.
bigger ben
purveying the outcome of a life just begun through the thoughts of a few messed-up folks
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
About Me
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- Name: Michael Bonick
- Location: Des Plaines, IL,
When does a man know that he’s a man? I’ll tell you: It’s when he spends more time cleaning up another person’s puke, poop and toys than he does his own, and that other person isn’t his college roommate. Or maybe it has something to do with how many roads he’s walked down, I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure out if I spend more time cleaning up my son’s toys than my own. . .
Recently. . .
- babbling brook
- purple people eater 2
- bonk!
- Excuse me? How old did you say?
- weak in the knees
- forty-five
- simple things
- On falling down
- gesundheit
- bandersnootch
i love you, ben
2 Comments:
so I have been reading this journal on and off and on again everytime Anna pops me to it and I figured...at this rate you are so worth a bookmark! And you really are. You have quite the way with words and its no wonder that Anna loves you as she does. And you have got the absolutely cutest little boy (shy of my own and well, Emerson )
But I really, really do enjoy reading what you write. As I tell your wife all the time, I sometimes believe that just reading your posts makes ME fall in love with you.
She's a lucky girl that Anna - and well lord knows you are far luckier a man to have her.
OORAH! Someone from the outside world has posted a comment in my blog! Whoa, watch out! The sky is falling! The sky is falling!
Many thanks. You are waaaay too kind. And you couldn't speak truer words about Anna, Ben and yes, even Emerson. But I have yet to evaluate the cuteness of your darling boy. And although I am sure he is something to be adored, I will contend that my boy is cuter until after further inspection.
BTW, what are you doing for dinner Friday night?
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