Stinko here.

Guess where I'm at right now. I'm at the pediatrician's office. I have my annual checkup in a few minutes, so this won't be long, not like my past entries.

I'm glad I got out of going to school today. I usually am not too keen on seeing Dr. Hamadi (she can make me feel like a dork at times, asking me the most embarrassing questions), but as long as I get a good report, then I'm cool. As long as it doesn't take all morning, I'll be happy.

After school (depending on what Dr. Hamadi says), ma is taking me out to eat. We're going to go to Ryan's Steakhouse, where I can have my favorite meal: sirloin beef tips with gravy on top, mashed potatoes, and baby carrots with celery sticks. YUM!!

Then, after we go out eatin' at Ryan's, ma is taking me to the video store, where I get to blow some of my birthday money on some favorite DVD's. I would like to get "Ratatouille", "Happy Feet", and "Meet The Robinsons". I'm a sucker for cartooney type movies, especially all things Disney. Now "Happy Feet" ain't Disney, but it's still quite good.

I guess that means I'll be watching movies all afternoon. Maybe I can convince the parental units to order some pizza for supper; then we can have pizza--and a movie. (Or two, or even three! :) )

My room's clean, so I don't have to worry about that. Now, if we could only convince little brother to clean his room: it's a regular pig sty. Or it looks like a nuclear bomb toasted it. It's an ungodly mess!!

If Stevie doesn't try to weasel his way outta doing his room because of "his delicate condition", I'll be surprised. He'll do anything to try to get out of doing his chores. Guess who then gets stuck with the lion's share of the work: yeah, me. Good old Stinko!

I'm just a regular workhorse, as far as little brother is concerned.

This is when I hate his having his stupid special needs. If he were healthy, he wouldn't get away with half of the stuff he gets away with now!!

Whoops! Nursie is calling; it's time for me to go to get humiliated. I will write again another day. Hope I'll make out okay with Dr. Hamadi! (Oh, Lord! That did not sound right! You know what I mean! LOL) Take care and God bless; this is Stinko signin' outta here!

~"Stinko". :)