once upon a time...

I had a blog that i used to write in on a regular basis. It started out pretty good, but as time went on my posts became more and more forced and therefor fewer and farther between. It was difficult for me to write things in it for some reason. I have started this blog per an agreement i made with my wife. Now i find myself sitting here trying to think of what i should write about in this new blog.

For one, i just read a goosebumps book. It is called Go Eat Worms. I read it once before in the fourth grade. I wrote a book report on it and part of the assignment was to make a hat that the main character would probably wear. I remember those things, but i did not remember the book very well. In fact this was the likely the first i had read a goosebumps book since elementary school. As far as creepy goes, it was about a 2 or a 3 on my scale of goosebumps creepiness (properly scaled to fit all goosebumps books. yes there are 10's i'm sure of it). It was written to creep out a specific audience. One that gets squeamish thinking about worms and other creepy crawlies. Personally i have never been one to be strongly affected by these things and so the book was an easy read. However i did enjoy it and the nostalgia of the thing boosted my enjoyment noticably.

On a more personal note: I am in Russia. I have been here for a couple of months now and i love it. Unlike the rest of the Americans here i am in no great hurry to get back to the states. I enjoy it here so much. I am not homesick, i think because my home came with me. I am so happy to share this experience with my little wifey. There are, however a few things that could make it better:

1. If I was in Ukraine, preferably somewhere to the west.

2. If things here were cheaper (which would be remedied by point #1).

3. If my brother were here. I miss that guy and wish so much that i could share this part of my life with him.

That all being said i must now clean the kitchen, because Jules made for me a baked potato and since she was so gracious to do so, it is my obligation to clean up after her.

Stay classy.