bird feeder

BOMB!

Arrive home and in the Front yard is a BOMB!!!
But no it couldn't be, could it? A gas tank maybe?
Why is this in our front yard? And who put it there??
Next morning I ask " Grandma whats that hanging in the front yard?"
And she says " oh, It's a bird feeder your father got me."

Bum bums.

YAY!

So, after a long and dreadful three months I was finally able to see him.
Ah yes, the Mr. in my life, Sam Finch.

Firsts

I have a feeling I'm going to regret making this blog and god I hope I actually post.
I'm no writer. I ramble. I change my opinion on everything depending on the mood I'm in or the side I decide to take at that moment. I can supply pictures, but hey this isn't for you, right? It's for me!
I'm sure every one has there reasons for blogging. Mine is boredom at this particular moment when I should really be studying. I also ( now this is a secret) like every one to know every thing about me, except when you say " I know every thing about you" then I don't like it. Make sense?
First blog; First post.

Test

Testing one two