2016 is coming to an end so I figure I need to blog something.
I graduated this year in May. I am now Dr. Jenny.
Nothing else is going very well.
Hopefully 2017 will be better.

Happy 2016!

I am gonna try to use my blog more this year.

Right now I am trying to finish the last chapter, or as I call it the Grand Finale, of my dissertation. It must be done by Friday. So obviously I'm wasting time posting this :)

In other news, Hugo and I are off to a great start this year. We will both be slim, trim, and fantastic by summer!

I haven't posted anything here in about 3 years! FaceBook is a terrible thing.
Here is a picture of my dog Hugo and me.

Elbert Bryman Deason, Jr.

My Daddy's big brother Ebb died last night (this morning, technically) a little after midnight. He was  a bigger-than-life character, I can't believe he's gone. He would always greet me by calling me his favorite niece named Jennifer and he always went around yelling Bah Humbug at Christmas. He told the same jokes every year that were as awful as they were wonderful.

A termite walks in to a pub and asks, "Is the bartender here?"
And the one about the chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.
What would people call you if you were old and fat and one-eyed? (This is a trick question. If you said, "Old One-Eyed Fatty" he'd say "No, they'd still call you Jennifer. They wouldn't change your name just because you were old and fat and one eyed.")

He had a lot more jokes, and that's how I will always think of him.

He was 81 years old. He was a high school principal in Alabama and Tennessee for decades and he was inducted into the Winston County Sports Hall of Fame in 2000. He always grilled the hamburgers and hot dogs at our Saturday-Before-the-First-Sunday-in-May picnic. He grew roses. He smoked a pipe and was a spiffy dresser, even in overalls. He had friends (and probably enemies) everywhere.

He was the kind of person that couldn't be ignored. The world is a more boring place now.

Another dream.
So last night I dreamed that I was walking Hugo on his leash and I decided it would be more fun and faster to fly. I jumped into the air and started flying and I tried to convince Hugo to fly with me. He jumped up at me, but would never just jump into the air and fly. Maybe I expect too much of him?

O.M.G. I just had the craziest dream. My cousin Brian apparently had treasure hidden but to get to it we had to go through several steps, one of which was to go to the public pool and he had to dive into the center of the deep end, unscrew a lighting fixture on the bottom, and get a box out with car keys in it. When we got to that part, he discovered that one of his redneck buddies had taken the keys.

It was weird. Jade and Kayla and Ginger and Dawn were there and Hugo was riding around with us.

Ginger and Kayla can touch their tongues to their noses. Freaks. Jade and I can't. Normal. So Ginger and Kayla made fun of us. Here they are mocking our short tongues.