Guzzling: Gallons or Glasses

 I have a confession to make. I have a serious problem. I am addicted to THE FIZZY STUFF. I think we all know what that is. A delicously prepared Thanksgiving dinner, made by Aunt Linda and my mom and Candice, can only be topped off with a glass or two (or more) of Martinnilli's sparkling cider. It's fancy soda. The first time I had this liquid heaven was when i was man enough to sit at the big kid table. Big kids present: Courtney, Nicholas, Jordan, Mason, Porter, Tanner, and Logan. I guess I became one of them that day. I have always been the biggest of the little or the littlest of the big. I was getting a tad bit frustrated with the younger ones because I don't really have their sense of humor. ( note that this is polite) Any way I was a little nervous, but once I had some sparkling cider, I felt relaxed. I must have drunk an entire bottle. I remember blowing into it after it was empty. I have also found someone else with this love, my great-grandpa Stumbagh. He drank two glasses, and topped off Candice's and Aunt Linda's, and still wanted more. This Christmas I hope to stock up on Martinnilli's. It may be my last chance to have an obsession. Soon, I may be forced into a dreadful thing hated by kids-maturity. Your cousin, son, brother, and nephew, Garrett Urmston   

As I Broke A Leg

 Yes. I broke my leg . I broke my leg Thursday. And Friday. And Saturday- twice. My play went extremely well. I was glad to see that many of you came. I remeber at the Finale of Saturday afternoon, all i could see was Drew's Shining face. As I broke a leg, I could feel the power of the play affecting on the audience, and i could feel it with me. I was probably the best out there..... just kidding. Even though I did do well, I especially liked the performance by Zacharias, portrayed by Chuck Walker. I hoped that all of you that saw it enjoyed it, anbd if you didn't don't tell me about. I was at practices for at least three months. I remember learning my favorite song "Come Deliver Us" my second day. I would hope that you would comment. I get bored with no one commenting. Your buddy, Garrett Urmston

"It's good. It's nasty, though."

 As I type on this keyboard, with drops of tears falling off of my face, I can only feel one thing, which I think is shared among many children after a big holiday. It stinks to have fast sunday the day after haloween, burt it is all for one specific thing. I was my Somoan Sunday school teacher for haloween. For the trunk or treat I dressed up exactly like him, but on haloween notso much. This years Haloween bash was at Aunt Jaime's. After dinner, we all went trick or treating besides porter who is "too cool" to go trick or treating with family and instead went to go see his girl friend. We were playing apples to apples, and Porter was the judge. The advatige was soft, and Talmage said," Man, I wish I had Laurily's lips." The play is getting tougher and tougher, and I hope you come see it. I don't know how it will affect you, but there are a couple of good singers, including yours truly. I feel so left out because the only person kind enough to comment is Aunt Leslie, and she lives in Utah. For people to pay attention to you now you have to post on face book and then someone will come talk tou you the next time they see you in the real world. Holy crap, people. What kind of society is this? I don't even know why this is called GarrettPorter, it's only me.The only way to be social now is to have a face book. I have to end right now so that I don't insult anyone. -Garrett