02/25/2010---
It has been QUITE SOME TIME since I did this, so I figured I had better catch you all up! I greatly enjoyed spending time with my beautiful lil' nieces and tough lil' nephews over Halloween. I was SO EMPOWERED because... although it most probably scared the everliving fuschnickens out of her, my Mother Divine said NOTHING when I picked them up and played with their gorgeous little selves. Nor did any of my family members. It feels indescribably good to be reaching the point in my recovery where people actually TRUST me... and it is rightfully warrented! That's right Ladies and Gentlemen, Eric "Eug" Evans is growing closer to the apex of his rocky road from the point he was exiled to 12 long and painful years ago, which leads him closer to THE TYPE (I NEVER want to be the same.) of man he was before. Okay, I'm gonna' attempt to steer away from all of this "present tense" talking kind of stuff. It kind of creeps even MYSELF out!
I also went home for Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays as well. It has been quite some time since I have enjoyed anything as much as watching those 4 little girls and 3 small men open up presents which, by some clandestined reason TO THEM; they had been given by thier loved ones for no apparent reason. It was just adorable! Spatnta (2nd 't'... silent!)gifted me with, as always... more than I had deserved. After all; I don't even remember the last time I was nice! THEN AGAIN; NOR DO I REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WAS NAUGHTY! I DON'T REMEMBER MUCH OF AAANNNYYYTTTHHHIIINNNGGG!!! I recieved a karaeoke machine, much cothing to cover my vast and spacious... "Tracts a' land!"- God be with Sir Monty Python! Tiger Woods Golf 2010 for the Wii, Wii Resort, a gold pocket watch, as an added addition to the "Dew rags", at the peak of which; one might say... please, if you actually know me OR my Parental Units AT ALL... make sure that you are seated! My Dad and my Mother purchased me a Bob Marley sweatshirt in the islands. THEMSELVES! Well spank me twice and call me Sally! Jahmmin' mahn. The Autobiography of Sir Gordon Matthew Sumner, entitled "Broken Music". I also ascertained the book "A Salty Piece Of Real-Estate" by Jimmy the Buffett. I recently learned the middle name of yet another musician... Mark 'Freuder' Knopfler, the lead singer of The Dire Straights. Much candy was ingested as well. And, confectionary delight galore to further crop my... "Tracts a' land!". I got a belt, some dress shoes, some slippers, and last... but certainly not least, I got fine smattering/array of different types of boxers, a.k.a. undershorts, a.k.a. skivvies, a.k.a. drawers, thongs, and edible underwear. Okay... I did not recieve the last two, but a man can dream. And; I have a dream. That all underwear has been created equal. Except for the fact that Fruit Of The Loom is the best... but I do digress!
I also had a miiiinor setback of sorts. circa 2.5 to 3 months ago, I just so happenned to break THE LATEST (and perhaps the most detrimental 2) bones in a looong procession of snapped protiene, marrow, cartilage, and the other flimsy junk that make up this "Rusty Cage", that I live within. But; "I'm gonna' break. I'm gonna break my. Gonna' break my rusty cage and RUN!" Respect Mr. Cash. Respect! Oh yeah; and, R.I.P.
And last, but not least; I got an excersize bike via a Government Grant last week. It is called the "Diamondback" recumbant bike. It's pretty rad, due to the fact that it also, along with excersize; has features designed to wash your car, bake a souffle, press a Tuxedo, give a sensual massage, fold origami swans, perform high-grade CPR, and last of all... tell your Gremlin a goodnight story. (But only if his name is or was - before he legally changed it - "Stripe"... or; I suppose "Phillup" will work as well!)
Here is enough crazy to get you by for a couple more months if necissary! I will close this by saying the same thing, honestly, that I always do. I'll try to leave an entry more often. (Isn't that somewhat of a paradox in terms? = "leave an entry?" Please Quinn L., correct me if I am wrong.) (Really guys... it DOES happen, from time to time!)
Best of luck until next time,
May your Shelley be Long and your "ning" be "shorten",
Nostradomas E. E. Evans
("I just love the fightin' Irish!")
