A Carny is Your Friend

I learned something the other day, a carny isn't necessarily someone I have to hide my eyes and ears from. They're actually quite nice. Oh and the carnival was at mommy's school. I wonder if that had anything to do with it. Maybe one day I'll get to go meet some serious carnys. I hear those who work the Wisconsin State Fair are as true as they come. Learning the Carny Code in LANDEN'S WORLD!

Giambalvo Too

I'm a Giambalvo, he's a Giambalvo, he's a Giambalvo, and he's a Giambalvo. Wouldn't you like to be a Giambalvo too!


I went down to Florida to visit my great-great-great-great-great-great-wonderful-super-smart-funny-loving-amazing-grandfather. And uncle David was down there too. Didn't he move somewhere really far away? I think I see him more now than I did when he was living just a couple states over. You sure you moved?


This trip was about learning things. I can't really say I learned how special my great-great-great-great-great-great-wonderful-super-smart-funny-loving-amazing-grandfather is, for this I already knew. What I did learn about when it comes to my great-great-great-great-great-great-wonderful-super-smart-funny-loving-amazing-grandfather is just how special dessert is. I mean I thought I was a big fan of dessert and then I realized his love of dessert takes things to an entirely new level. So this I learned, is his favorite dessert. It's called ice cream and pound cake. Look into it!


I also learned where orange juice comes from. No, not a carton. See, that's what I thought. It actually comes from oranges. How is it that I can write about such crazy things and expect you to believe me? The proof is in the picture, my friend.


Here's to you, pop-pop. Here's to wishing you lived just down the street and we could hang in Prospect Park all day, every day. I love you and your scratchy face. Looking forward to my next visit to Florida in LANDEN'S WORLD!