Mestee Blogger

Before you get mad at me for not posting regularly as of late, just think: this guy could be your blogging friend. See? I'm not so bad.

During a phone call with my Mom last week, she gave me the run down on a conversation she had with my Dad the week before:

MesteeDad: I just saw a billy goat on Cortland Street.
MesteeMom: What?
MesteeDad: There was a billy goat standing right in the middle of the street.
MesteeMom: How do you know what a billy goat looks like?
MesteeDad: I think I know what a billy goat looks like.
MesteeMom: Then what did he look like?
MesteeDad: You know, he had horns and a little beard.
MesteeMom: Yeah. I don't think it was a billy goat.

Though my Dad was unable to convince my Mom that he had, in fact, encountered a billy goat on his trip to the store, he found bittersweet retribution in this story that ran on the front page of the Union Leader the next week and wasted no time calling my Mom at work to tell her about it.

I got a curious message sent to MesteeBlogger@gmail.com recently. I will not submit to the urgent need to edit it, though I will add a friendly greeting in parentheses. Check it out:

(Dear Mestee),
I read over your blog, and i found it inquisitive, you may find My Blog interesting. My blog is just about my day to day life, as a park ranger. So please Click Here To Read My Blog.

-Ben Willis

I'll give Ben the benefit of the doubt that he's not just going to every single blog on the internet and giving them a vague compliment on their blog. He finds MesteeBlogger to be inquisitive, eh? I wonder if MesteeBlogger asked him a lot of questions on his maiden voyage to the site. I'm beginning to think that Ben Willis has read a word of either A) MesteeBlogger or B) The definition of "inquisitive". In case you chose not to click the link for his blog, here is a sample of the content:

I must note that I do not have any law enforcement powers (not yet at least!), so anytime someone is 'breaking the law' I need to radio for the 'park police' as I call them. That being said, I recognized the vehicle as belonging to a group of teenagers that are always hanging out in the park.

Two times have I caught them drinking in the park (thats a double problem for the park, triple for me since really can't do much to minors). Anyhow, I pulled up next to them and they were all enjoying some coca-cola....refreshing? A bit too refreshing if you ask me. I stepped out of my truck and walked up them and asked what they were doing here so late. Replies 'Nothing', 'Just hanging out'.

I could smell the alcohol on one of the boy's breath.

I'm not even sure what to say about that.
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