Tuesday, July 10, 2007

"I let you down, forgive me. I'm a puppy for your love. Forgive me, yeah."*

Well, that just about says it. I'm sorry. I'm writing this several weeks (one month even?) after I promised a post on my migrant trail experience. I think we all know how that turned out.

So once again, I'm sorry. And I think I owe you an explanation as well.

Since I last saw all of you on the internets I have been waging a massive campaign to enjoy life in the summer. The score so far is Aaron: 1 Boredom: 0.

I spent a solid two weeks in Colorado, marrying Bryce off to the lovely Mrs. Kate Perica, climbing mountains, eating Mexican food (not sick of it yet!), and staying up until all hours of the morning (the main culprits for that being Guitar Hero:II and Erik Haagenson).

And now I'm back in the saddle at F de Cristo in good old DouglaPrieta, Sonorizona.

For the record, blogger has a great deal of explaining to do as well. I tried to post about a) the migrant trail, b) why I hadn't posted about the migrant trail, or c) my mohawk (pictures coming soon) several times, but each time it was freaking out and wouldn't let me. Don't worry we've reconciled.

One final thought before I go. Today is the first day that I have sat down to read my blog roll in about a month. In the physical presence of one another, our little bloggermunity has done almost no posting. I think that's great.

*The title comes from the one and only Dave Matthews. Dave Matthews+Colorado+Summer= Love

1 comment:

Lexie said...

well SOME OF US still have to work in front of a computer at least 8 hours a day, so tell us about the trip already!!! yeeeesh.

also, aaron. i know that in real life you are a Sensitive Man, but how 'bout posting a little something that makes you look like kind of an a** sometime? I mean, your profile picture is a puppy yawning. You titled this post after a Dave Matthews song. And a while ago you mentioned that you really like the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice. better post something unappealing or you will collect swooning stalkers. Maybe tell the internet world about your Skoal dip addiction? The way you memorized every Bloodhound Gang song? That your favorite vest is made of rabbits that you skinned yourself?