I know it's been awhile since my last update. So long in fact, that many of even most devoted followers have stopped checking for any new material. Lost in a sea of cooking blogs, sports blogs, Flemish blogs, and blogs about the inner workings of a pescatarian's digestive system, many of you were unable to stand the interminably long wait for my latest post detailing my most amazing exploits. To you I say suck it, I'll post where I'm good and ready.
Now that I've some catching up to do, I'm somewhat overwhelmed at the thought of posting about all the crap that has gone down in the last 6 months. Let's face it, I couldn't be troubled to put up
one post in 6 months, the likelihood of 4 or 5 at one time has about the same chance as Obama eliminating the federal deficit (Hi-oooooooooo! YES! Presidential Burn!)
Instead, I'm going to start off small. KISS and all that. Without further ado, I present to you the last 6 month's of Luke's Life in 5 easy pictures!
Ahh Thanksgiving. This was I believe the first ever Thankgiving without all the kids at home. Blythe realized this shortly after this picture was taken and spit in the mashed potatoes.
In early January my friend's and I made our annual trek to the National Western Stock Show. I decided to western it up by donning my big western belt, tight jeans, jean jacket and plaid workshirt with pearl buttons. Unfortunately right before we left I realized I didn't have any cowboy boots, or any boots for that matter, and instead had to wear white tennis shoes. So instead of looking like a cowboy going to the rodeo, I looked instead like a badly dressed gay dude looking for the Denver Wrangler. Not to be daunted we still found a totally sweet cow with long hair.
My old college roommate Brian got married in Chicago in January. That's right party people, a wedding in Chicago.
In January. It was the coldest I've ever been, and the second coldest thing I've seen, next to Troy's black heart. Fortunately most of my old college buddies and buddesses were able to make it.
Catholic wedding. Lots of kneeling. Completely oblivious groom. Awesome.
I got a cat. Named him Earl.
In early January my friend's and I made our annual trek to the National Western Stock Show. I decided to western it up by donning my big western belt, tight jeans, jean jacket and plaid workshirt with pearl buttons. Unfortunately right before we left I realized I didn't have any cowboy boots, or any boots for that matter, and instead had to wear white tennis shoes. So instead of looking like a cowboy going to the rodeo, I looked instead like a badly dressed gay dude looking for the Denver Wrangler. Not to be daunted we still found a totally sweet cow with long hair.
My old college roommate Brian got married in Chicago in January. That's right party people, a wedding in Chicago. In January. It was the coldest I've ever been, and the second coldest thing I've seen, next to Troy's black heart. Fortunately most of my old college buddies and buddesses were able to make it.
Catholic wedding. Lots of kneeling. Completely oblivious groom. Awesome.
I got a cat. Named him Earl.
