Justin Tate

Justin Bieber. Spongebob Squarepants. Ben 10. These are all things that I don't understand. Is it just me? Yes and no.

From time to time, you have to admit that things are the way they are, no matter how badly you wish otherwise. These are some unfortunate truths.

Remember last week when I told you that I couldn't understand how people could say there's nothing to do here? Remember that? And I mentioned that my wife and I stay too busy for words? I think we may have overdone it a little.

If you haven't heard, the price of oil is down. Everywhere I go, I hear at least one person talking about it. "Oh, it will come back up soon." or "We better get used to this for a while." Nobody can really predict that, because they couldn't predict the price falling...

Did you see "Greater Tuna?" You know, the show where Joe Thomason and I each dress up as ten different characters and portray small town life in Texas? The show that performed to sold-out audiences for weeks on end? The show that made me sympathize with anybody who has ever worn high heels for an extended period of time?

I recently heard a quote that I absolutely love. "I once went to a restroom. Something that I disagreed with was written above the urinal. I still used the urinal."

Tonight is a big night. A very important night. A night that only comes once a year. The Rockhounds are back!

This is a blog of a different kind. With my wife spending five days out of town, I've had a lot of time to myself. During this time, many thoughts popped into my head. Some made sense. Some did not. Some made too much sense. Some were slightly insane.

Things were getting rough. The bank account was getting skinnier and skinnier. So were we. Our morale was declining, but we were determined. Then, there was that one night.

The phone call came. It was from our friend. "So, something is going on with the bank, and it's going to be another week or two before I can move into the house."