Round 2

So Booker I have given you a couple of days to recover from the onslaught of my unexpected blogging power. It appears that I had gotten to you and your crew (aka mom and pops) when they put you under the knife for a little hair cut. I am sorry that when the pressure was put on that the crew you employ gave in, I guess the rat tail suddenly lost its appeal in the Proffitt household (Margaret I do think that a rat tail would be quite becoming on you). I do see that for some reason your crew of monkeys feels that when the goin gets tough, the tough live in a hollow monkey body.

Now some might say we should squash our little beef we got goin, but to them I simply say...no. The reasoning is that if we were not blog beefing (fighting with blogs) then I would have no reason to blog since my life is pretty boring.

Now for an example of how my blog might be if we weren't bleefing (blog beefing)... Yesterday we went to Meredith's wedding reception in Salt Lake and had a grand ol time seeing friends and family. People like Chris Palmer, Steve Snell, and Bobpa + bow tie are always fun to see. On the other hand people like Julia Clark, Nick Cottle, and Meredith Lyman are more on the so-so fun level so we probably could have done without them. Just kidding guys...not that you even know this blog exists...so I guess i am not kidding. The Evans were there in force running the show and calling the shots which made for a good time because they always are willing to give me a courtesy laugh or two. Meredith looked ok in her dress if you are in to that sort of look, you know the whole look at me I just got married so I am wearing some white dress I bedazzled. On the groom's side Steven Maxfield XXIV and his four runner simply stole the red carpet that T. Douglas so kindly weaved for us all. All in all the night was a great success.

***To the three people that I will surely make read this, remember I am a loser and don't take me too seriously...Meredith...and I guess other Meredith too..by the way carly just pointed out that i was missing a lot of punctuation so to all the nerds out there sorry***

Dont mess with the bull...

Well Bookman, sorry you didn't like the fact that we found your dirty little secret, but it does seem that you have turned over a new leaf and come over to the good side. Now as to your comments about my coaching, drinking, and wife I take offense of the highest order. You do know what happens when a punk with a rat tail like you messes with the bull...

...you get the horns and look like this you little french baby.




Anyway as to your comments about my wife, I think you might want to take a look at your own mother first. And the reason I left the Mavs was simply because I was tired of beating up on Phoenix and their lame fans that look like this...

Breaking News...Booker is a Dirty Yankee Fan

I have received confirmation from several well trusted sources that Booker is in fact a dirty Yankee fan (the dirty part refers to the state of his constant messy diapers). This will break his mothers heart, but it is true. The proof is in the puddin. Anyways tonight the Red Sox play the Yankees which ought to be a good game as long as Wakefield doesn't decide to give up a few home runs. I am not too nervous though because Wang is pitching and anytime your team faces someone named Wang you should like your chances for obvious reasons. Booker I am sorry I outed you but it had to happen pal.

The Evil Booker Bean

Other than to kill time when we are bored this blog will periodically look at problems that the world is facing and the first one is...Booker Bean Washington Tueller Proffitt. He may look all cute, but deep down he is a crazed baby who survives on oreos and cats that he attacks.

Blog dorks

My wife Carly and I are dorks and are really bored so welcome to our blog. Wow just writing that makes me feel so technologically advanced. We have a blog now and are officially blog dorks...not that there is anything wrong with that of course. I am sure that pretty much just a few people will read this, but to those people I apologize in advance for my terrible writing skills and for its overall lack of coolness (that is in comparison to you and your blog Bookman).