This is tough...
This blogging thing is hard. The typing part is easy, it's remembering to constantly update the blog every day or so. I've already gotten several emails/comments from people asking where the new material is. It's coming.
I have precious little free time but I enjoy this blogging thing so I promise to keep updating it as often as I can.
The Lazblog was intended to be a receptacle for all things Laz, both the G-rated Logan updates and some R-rated material too...so please don't be offended if you read something off-color. Just a warning as I've received some flack from the wifey that some material may be innapropriate for certain readers. Screw those readers. If you don't like the material then go read some lame blog about gardening or how to make delicious biscuits. This is my blog and I can write what I want.
By the way, as I was writing that last line Logan just ripped the loudest fart ever and it was hilarious. Wait, I have to change his diaper...not so funny after all.
Laz
I have precious little free time but I enjoy this blogging thing so I promise to keep updating it as often as I can.
The Lazblog was intended to be a receptacle for all things Laz, both the G-rated Logan updates and some R-rated material too...so please don't be offended if you read something off-color. Just a warning as I've received some flack from the wifey that some material may be innapropriate for certain readers. Screw those readers. If you don't like the material then go read some lame blog about gardening or how to make delicious biscuits. This is my blog and I can write what I want.
By the way, as I was writing that last line Logan just ripped the loudest fart ever and it was hilarious. Wait, I have to change his diaper...not so funny after all.
Laz
posted by Lazdog @ 11:52 AM
2 Comments:
At 1:55 PM,
Anonymous said…
The other day, as a stern father of a two year old, told my son who woke up very cranky that I was not going to get him out of his crib until he stopped crying. I shut his door and went into the other room. After a few minutes there was silence. I returned to his room expecting that my superior parenting skill had payed dividens only to find him smirking at me from a crib smeared with fresh poo-poo. The sheets, the wall, the railing, the clothing...all smeared with fresh poo. The battle is fierce my fellow parents, stay the course..stay the course.
-A
At 12:34 PM,
Anonymous said…
Well you created a blog, I want to see some bloggin fool. Keep me updated on the life of the Laz's.
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