Most of the Gen Z and Milenials won't get the reference to Welcome Back, Kotter. It was an awesome show, use the Google machine.
It's been a long time since I've written something fresh and fun. I love writting, so I'm using this month long break from reality to recommit to journaling. And lucky for all you Koog-fans out there, I will be publishing the good the bad and the ugly.
So, watch this page for daily musings of our 30 day UK extravaganza with me, Mrs. Koog and the twins E-Koog and B-Koog. I will document my random thoughts, possibly pictures and probably foul language.
Feels good to be behind the keyboard again.
Oh, and don't forget to let me know what you think! Leave a comment or email me at koog.rules@gmail.com.
(Disclaimer: My thoughts are scattered these days. Trying to put together a coherent narrative is hard. Please be kind with any criticism of my rambling. These are my thoughts and feelings as I’m experiencing them in real-time.) I feel like I’m caught in a rip current of sadness and grief. It’s a funny thing, grief. It’s like an insidious wave of water just waiting to pull me from safety and stability. Lately, everything has become a trigger. EVERYTHING. Songs, leftovers in the fridge, memories, pictures, driving, soccer games, groceries…like I said, everything. We spent last weekend driving to and from upstate NY to return Momma-Koog home after watching the boys for us the prior weekend. I drove E-Koog, Mrs. Koog and Momma-Koog last Friday night. B-Koog, the newly minted Leader of his Scout Patrol, was at a Camporee last weekend. Anyway, we picked up E-Koog from school at lunchtime and got on the road for the 7 hour ride to the 518. About 25 miles into the drive, I bega
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