Darn it! I can't seem to keep this journal updated in a timely manner! I've been busy, and for a while there was a killer heat wave that about sucked all the energy from me. (No, seriously, it went from 50 degrees all the way up to 89 degrees!) It was horrible, trying to go to sleep inside an upstairs appartment with nothing but a fan and an open window. Then the birds woke me up by screaming their little heads off at about 5 A.M. RIGHT outside my window. *scowls in rememberance* I was NOT a happy camper, to be sure. It's hard for someone who is so used to colder weather to get used to killer heat in a matter of hours!

And it's STILL hot out! (Though not as bad, thank God!) I guess that means Summer finally arrived to stay?

Anyway, on to other things. Guess who I saw today?

Go on. Guess.

Ever seen 'The Dukes of Hazzard'? Remember Bo Duke, played by John Scheider? He's at a nearby car show, along with good ol' 'General Lee' and a handy autograph booth complete with police guards and everything. It's rather interesting, since it's about the closest I'll ever be to seeing someone from TV about five feet away! The line for the autographs was so long that I never bothered with it, but I passed by the booth and paused to get a really good look at him. Did you know he's a born again believer now? He got saved when he was living with Johnny Cash, apperantly. Heh, the things you learn!

Walking through the crowd was like swimming through sludgy oatmeal, but I got through fine. There's too many cars to name, but there were cars made from 1915 all the way up to this funky brand new car that looked like it could outclass the Batmobile. *laughs* My kid brother practically freaked out on the spot, he was so excited. Men were dragging their wives and children around, 'ooh'ing an 'ah'ing at the fantabulous array of cars, trucks, and other tricked out vehicles. (You know, watching the people at the car show reminds me of the crowds that are at Comic Conventions, only these are people who aren't dressed up like Yoda and The Joker. )

Needless to say, I've been busy. However, I've also been doodling away, and I've been working on trying to figure out how to get all the good doodles onto one page. I'll have to add a huge load of scrap worthy pages until I can find someone who can compile all my doodles onto on BIG page where they can be seen at a proper size.

Until next time! ~ Kelev

EDIT-- I almost forgot to add this; my Mother finally regressed to her old farmer ways. She bought 24 chickens!

No lie. 24 peeping, messy, smelly little fluff balls that were bound and determined to win me over with their utter cuteness.

I tried to stay strong, but like the female I am, I failed. *groans* The fluff got to me, even when I was so annoyed with the fact they were all inside the house!

Good side of the story: they all moved out into their own nice little place about 20 miles away once they were big enough, and I get my sleep without worrying about how many have escaped their little bins in the night.

Bad side: We still have to care for them ourselves, since my wonderful *cough* sarcasem! *cough* step father only feeds them table scraps-- like frozen peas, stale wonder bread, and canned cranberry sauce, and that's only when he remembers them. Idiot.

No, I will not apologize for being disrespectful about him.

I wish Mom hadn't got the birds at all, really. I love them, and they awefully fun to hassle by picking them up and cooing at them like they're babies while they sulk (seriously, it IS a lot of fun ), but I really don't think Mom was thinking ahead in this situation (which is weird, because normally she thinks ahead about EVERYTHING). At least we have a coop and yard, with plenty of REAL chicken feed and water for them. It's just a bummer that we have no help with them.