Y'know, it's getting to the point where I don't even what to look at my stats anymore. The searches people use that find my diary! Lately, they've been about little girls pooping in their p@nties! I mean, for this not to happen, I'd have to edit every single entry of mine that mentions potty training! Potty training has been my life for the past four years! I mean, c'mon! Geez!

(deep breath in....let it out slow...)

Okay. In other news, at work I was reading the AP wire, checking out Alaska news. A story caught my eye about a fatal fire in Nome, my hometown. Reading it, it said one of the survivors was Jimmy Kealiher, Jr. He is my Dad's cousin (i.e. my first cousin once removed). I could've sworn Jimmy Jr. died in a motorcycle accident back in '82. All these years I thought he was dead. So I tried reaching my father all over Nome (I'm in Anchorage) to verify Jimmy was, in fact, alive, because we were about to report the fire on our 6:00 news. After about an hour and a half or so, I finally tracked my father down at his sister's house and he confirmed Jimmy survived the fire, but was burned over 45% of his body and was being sent to Texas for treatment.

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