proportional squirrel

proportional squirrel

I am proportional to everything.  Now that I think about it, everyone is proportional to everything.  They may not be those nice whole number proportions, but they’re there.

I can fit into anything so long as it’s my size.

Engaged!

Cross-posted from the main Bob the Squirrel site:
Frank and Lezley engagement.I would like to start off by saying that, I never like to give away the end of the story while the story is happening…For this I will make an exception.

At 1PM, EST, I asked Lezley LaForest for her hand in marriage. I asked her in front of a large lunch crowd at Spressos Coffehouse. Spressos was the place that Lezley and I used to meet up at when we were just friends. It is also the place where we fell in love. I couldn’t think of a more perfect location for me to ask her to marry me. A BIG thank you to Lori and her staff for being absolutely wonderful and helping me do this.

We are officially engaged.

If you aren’t willing to make a complete fool of yourself in front of a crowd of people for the person that you love, you are already a fool.

So, now you know the ending to the story before the story has ended. If I’ve spoiled anything for you I apologize… but I promise you that this is the last time I will be doing this. 🙂 I’m very, very, very happy right now. Happy is a good thing. 🙂

You’ll get the details of the story in future Bob the Squirrel comic strips.

Something to say…

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I sometimes lose my words.  It only happens when I have something to say.  It happens. Even if I had pockets, it wouldn’t make any difference.  There isn’t that much real estate between my brain and my mouth.  Somehow, words have a tendency to just vanish.  It’s as if that bit of my body is a Bermuda word triangle.  I wonder what else sank there?

Probably have the secret to life, the latest lottery numbers and a really good idea there.  Maybe I can get James Cameron to do an expedition.

that facebook number…

that facebook number

Ah Facebook.. you wonderfully heartbreaking, ego-shaking, build you up and tear you down multi-headed beast.

I must admit that I derive a TON of my worth from the new numbers I see at the top of my browser window.  It’s not right, it’s not healthy, but I know  I feel much BETTER when I see a number.  Any number.  Is this what we’ve become?  Worth on a screen?  Little red Scrabble tiles telling us how our day will be?  Telling us how we will look at ourselves in a mirror?

Yup.  One can resist it or one can join.  It’s the way the world is turning and I don’t have the strength to run the other way.

By the way, If you see this on Facebook, could you “LIKE” it?  I want to have a good day today.

Thanks!

pride

squirrel swallowing his pride

Yes, I am a squirrel that constantly has to swallow his pride.  I don’t like it.  Pride has a funny taste.  It also has a tendency to not interact well with whatever may or may not be in my stomach.  I don’t really know why.

Maybe if it tasted a little better it wouldn’t be so bad.  Actually, it might be better on a cracker or something.

tale of the tail…

now that's a tail...

There’s nothing in the way of a knowledge barrage that I’m looking to drop on you today.  Just my tail.  Just my tail.  A few days back I thought about what it would be like to possibly donate my tail to science…and that science would probably be getting the short end of the deal.  I know, it doesn’t make much sense.  Enjoy the panel and think about your tail.  If, for some reason, you don’t have one, then just think about mine.

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