The first day of the rest of summer vacation

Dear Blog Reader.     

I hope that this finds you doing well. I am doing fine. I am glad to report that we are currently enjoying the first day of the rest of our summer vacation. The first day of the rest of our summer vacation was a theme that was developed 2 years ago in Grand Haven, Michigan on the shores of Indiana Lake; over the July 4^th week. It was a glorious vacation. Distractions abounded. We rode parts of a 30 mile bike trail, went to the beach, bought bases and played kickball on a nearly abandoned ball diamond, listened to old vinyl records that the landlord had on a scratchy old turntable.

It was such a great vacation that we started lamenting on Monday that we only had 4 more days of vacation left. We decided that an attitude adjustment was needed. Viola; the first day of the rest of our summer vacation was born. That little thing made all of the difference. Do you want to waste time and take another nap? That’s fine. It’s the first day of the rest of summer vacation. There is plenty of time.

Speaking of time, I have let this day get away from me. I woke up bright and late, ate several pieces of French toast and sausage, took the trash to the trash station, lurked outside of the internet café before it opened to check email, facebook and the comments section of the blog to see if you had any great topic ideas. You didn’t but that is okay. Today is the first day of summer vacation. Futilely, I went looking for a bicycle tube for the Lovely Miss Beverly’s bike. Yes, we are on the backend of beyond; the far back of beyond.

Here I am with you making up for lost time. I am pretty glad that it is taking a few minutes for you go come up with blog subjects this week. It gives me the opportunity to do some long anticipated house cleaning. Yes, I am nearly to 15,000 blog reads so far. Thank you all for you long and vigilant reading of these pages. If you are a long time reader and have not yet started following. Click the link to the right to join in on the fun and the frivolity. You might regret it but really in the big scheme of things if that is the only thing that you have to regret, things are going pretty well.

In case you forgot, 29 years ago yesterday, a great cry went up in the land from all of the eligible young bachelors outside of Utah who realized that they would not be able to marry the lovely Miss Beverly. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth. We are spending the week here in the woods with several young newly wed and nearlyweds. Ah the beauty of young love, and the kids are doing fine also.

There has been a new trend in blog readership recently. Blogspot gives several pages of data on a dashboard. It lets the writer track blogs that are popular and the countries where blog readers hail from. Recently, the Ukraine has discovered “you said what? Roger” I do not know if it is a people wanting to escape the developments of another Russian invasion, but you are welcome to this humble endeavor. I would be very grateful if you sent a comment or two about how you found the blog and why you like the “Nice Mullet” blog so much.

For those of you not from the Ukraine and who have slept since November of 2011, “Nice Mullet” is a blog about an Amish man named Sam Mullet and his gang who were being investigated by the FBI for terrorizing other Amish by holding them down and shaving their hair and beards off. I provide some baseless theories about why a man named Mullet would go around giving others bad hair cuts.

That’s it for now. Don’t be afraid to come up with great blog ideas and send them to me. I will write about them on the first day of the rest of my summer vacation. I am turning off the computer now, opening another adult beverage and contemplating why Assassin deer would be defiantly flipping me off even in death.

Take care,

Roger.