A Post 2 days in the Making Good

Good Morning Sara,

Well ok...I actually started writing this yesterday and now I'm finishing this post today, Thursday. So by the time you read this it might not technically be morning any more, ha. And also I have absolutely no excuse not keep up with this blog since I sit at a computer screen all day, and I'm not spinning dough with my left hand while answering phone calls with a, "Ell-o Faux's Pizza Den." So I'm sorry about that, and I've noticed you've commented on my picture without my shirt on alot, either I need to give that guy a shirt, I mean I need to put on a shirt, or I need to workout to catch up to that guy, I mean I need to get back into good shape like my younger days again. By the way it's 12:34 pm, I think that if you blog a 1234 time, the wish freezes in place until you read it, so go ahead make a wish. You're wishing for....a....ham sandwich!
Hmm so Sara, I guess getting back to school hasn't exactly been what we thought would happen right away or soon. On a more serious note I do pray for you and the situation every day, and praying that if it's right God would give us the patience to stick it through but if not that he would let us realize that we're simply meant for friends. Either way I'm glad I met you and either way I know I can trust God, but just to make sure you're not wondering, I'm not thinking that later right now. And Sara I don't want to put you into a situation where you feel like you have to choose between Colleen and myself, I want to be able to do everything I can to make Colleen feel at peace with this all, and time will eventually pass, I know I'll still be here, and if it's still meant to be when we get to that time, it will all be worth it, and be so much better. But ha, I've never had to wait so long for something I wanted like this before. But it can be done. Well Sorry there was my rant, probably with a million and a half typos, but I don't feel like combing back through everything right now haha. Anyways heres the story.


Sal picked up the remote and flicked on the ancient monstrosity of a television. On a day like today there was only one thing to calm his nerves. The price is right.

His house's lone clock, hung directly above his television set, Sal's only reminder of the outside world. No matter how much he tried to conceal himself from the sun, people, his neighbor's annoying scottish terrier, one thing he could not run from, time. The clock matched the wallpaper theme of the outdoors, with a different type of backyard bird drawn for each number around the horn. The time was currently a half past a blue jay and the second hand continued to steadily chip away at the remainder of the day. Tick-Tick, Bob Barker's voice would break the silence, "Come on down!", tick, tick, "Spin that wheel!", tick, tock, tick...That's when it happened...