My ever-changing life

A new blog is born

2009-09-14T16:01:00.000-04:00

I recently decided that I am an aspiring writer and therefore I would start writing my blog to an audience instead of to myself with the possibility of an audience. My new blog is at mundanethankfulspirit.blogspot.com

I invite anyone who has read my ramblings to go see the new blog and tell your friends. I actually want an audience now.

Ok, what I need to do now is figure out what happened to my ability to put a video on here. This new-fangled editor is hiding that operation from me, if there indeed is one anymore. If not, I will just cry. I guess I may just change my new blog to sad bastard is crying, or supm like that.

Listening to: Boogie with Stu, by Led Zeppelin.

I don't feel like going out to the car to gits my camera.

2009-09-11T12:46:00.004-04:00

So, I'll just use an old picture. I'm sitting over here at Shalane's doing my Friday laundry a bit early. Neriah tried to be sickly even though he's not allowed. Fortunately, it was just a momentary digestive discomfort, complete with puking out of both ends. This was actually the rare day when I was actually in bed at 10:20. Ok, so a reason to get motivated a bit earlier than my lazy arse was ready to. I am just glad that it was over quickly. It was a good excuse for him to scam outta school and enjoy a Friday of video gaming. I guess, if I was a mom, I might manage the situation differently, but, eh.

Hopefully, the guy will call soon and I can go pick up Shalane's computer, so Neriah and I can have the gaming computer back. Hopefully, Rhianna's computer will be prop'ly exracted, so I can pick up the disk of her saved docs, etc. I dropped it off while the other one was being revived. She decided she didn't like her laptop, so she stepped on it and broke the h*** out of the screen. Supm was broked good 'cause I was unable to use an external monitor so I could get her vital files off thar. So, the computer guy said he could do it and put it on a disk for a nominal fee.

Ok, you guessed right. I usually use an old picture when I don't feel like getting my camera out of the car because I have thunks that I am compelled to write about. So, what the h*** are my thunks? Ok, I'll tell ya'. Get off my back, geez!

I am an affection junky, an often professed fact. This has historically made me rush things and force my foolish 'physical' will. Sex, of course, being the primary relationship killer of choice. It is so nice. If you are trying to form any significant relationship, however, the 'physical' focus seriously clouds your mind and subjugates the other two parts of the triune of mind, body, spirit.

Ok, so? Why is this significant? I recently met someone that is the first person in a long time that has been interesting to me, very interesting. My concern is, being rushed by my affection junky-ness. Now, this is not just a desire for sex. That is nice, indeed, however it is just the affection in general that appeals to me, every bit as much, or more even, the kissing, hugging, looking at each other, feeling the skin on her fingers, walking hand-in-hand, sitting and talking and enjoying each other's company even if you aren't talking.

So, I don't have an interest in 'playing the field', but I'm thinking maybe I need to throttle back and not rush to fulfill my desire for love and affection. I have also included sex, but I have rushed into every relationship, ever. I don't wish to do that anymore, especially since I am finally considering other concerns, such as the kids' college and how I can best use my skills and abilities to better the world around me.

Ok, I am done writing. I think I is gonna go check on my laundry.

Listening to: Ride on, by AC/DC.

The Search May Be Over.

2009-09-10T09:03:00.008-04:00

Headings:

Another way to say the same ol' shite.

The 4rd quarter.

Another way to say the same ol' shite pt. 2.

Sunroof drain tracks.

Another way to say the same ol' shite.

How many ways can you express your thankfulness for this life experience? I dunno. I don't believe there is a limit. Every day I am blown away at how the sky, just one tiny piece of this awesome life experience, is like a painting that is constantly changing. There is an endless supply of awesome paintings. So, the idea of getting bored with it really is an absurd idea. It's not like seeing your favorite painting every day for a month, even. Your favorite can become boring. The sky, however, is ever-changing, just like this awesome life experience is, or should be, I guess.

The 4rd quarter.

I really believe that it was a simple cut-and-paste typo. I know she goes to an exceptional school. However, it is the funny everyday crap that I just hafta laugh at.

Another way to say the same ol' shite pt. 2.

How many ways can you express your thankfulness for this life experience? I dunno. I don't believe there is a limit. Wait, didn't I just say that? Every day, just like the sky or any one of the myriad other things, I am amazed and thankful for the awesome car I have. I really love it.

Sunroof drain tracks.

Ok, continuing along on the subject of the car, I think I may use these industrious fixer skills I have been blessed with and am thankful for constantly, to go clean out the sunroof tracks in my sweet, baby car. They used to be fine. The sunroof could be left vented and the rain would not intrude upon the interior. Recently, however, the rain has intruded, a few times actually, but other things in the mid-range of Maslow's heirarchy of needs have retained a position of prominence over other things such as my sunroof drain tracks. So, anyway, I was reminded of it this morning when Snickers and I went for our morning pee, poop, sniff. I left the sunroof vented last night. I was thankful it hadn't rained as it so often does down hyah in Florida. I also thought to myself, especially since I feel released from the selfish concerns of late, hopefully for good reason, that I need to go ahead and get my wrenchin' on, yo. ;-p So, this is where I will end this entry so that I may get off me arse and get to it.

Listening to: Rotten Apple, by Alice in Chains.

68 points!

2009-09-07T22:05:00.006-04:00

I took some pictures of Neriah launching the latest rocket with my phone. I had to use my phone because I forgot the camera. This gave me an excuse to upload all the pictures I have been accumulating on the card in my phone for the past few months. It's not as easy to remove as the last phone, requiring me to remove the back cover, so I never do. I just hardly ever use it.

I'm not going to bother with headings on this one because the pictures are too sporadic.

This collection starts with dinner at Olive Garden with an ex-girlfriend and her daughter.

Then, a wild hair omelette. I usually eat like a bachelor when the kids aren't around. Ya' know, simple stuff like sammidges, ramen noodles and peanut butter. My taste in food is about as eclectic as my taste in music or movies. I balance my ridiculous junk-eating with super healthy stuff like whole grains, green tea and plenty of water. Like I said, I usually eat like a bachelor. Every once in a while, however, I get a wild hair to cook something, maybe a marinara sauce or an awesome chili recipe I got from Men's Health magazine or, as evidenced by some phone pictures, an omelette. One day I need to make some of the energy/health bars I created several years ago. I would forget about them if it weren't for the constant reminding by my kids who really like them. I guess, I should live up to this damn self-proclaimed desire to do what makes the kids happy and make some. Ok, ok, get off my own back already!

There are only a few of the typical pictures of mundane crap that I am always so thankful for. Going to Publix, Starbucks and laying on the grass downtown by lake Morton. The rest are more significant because I hardly ever use it, so they are more intentional. Of course, my childish sense of humor kicked in when I was at the scratch-n-dent grocery and saw 'cock' flavored soup. Then, I took my mom down to the state park I used to go to when I first moved down here. She fell in love. It really is an awesome park. I used to go for the beach, but she liked the appeal of the many fishing spots there. I can see the appeal, but it has been many moons since I fished and I really don't have enough desire to do it. She wanted to stop at Sonny's for lunch and, since I want to make people happy, I obliged her. I am so nice that way.

Wow, there are some really varied pictures in here across quite a span of time. There are some pictures of Snickers holding me down and some pictures from a kite flying expedition the kids and I went on, to include a nice shot I took across my beautiful little car as I flew my kite. When I was borrowing my sister's TL, it also has the temp display just in a different spot, I was wow'ed by 109. That was of course 'after' I came out of the library, so it cooled down once I started driving, to less than a hundred. Yay! At some point, I dunno when exactly, I went on down there and, of course, had to visit Siesta Key. I love that beach. Oh yeah, these pictures are clearly out of order for some reason. I am wearing pants and boots at Siesta Key. It is a year-round average of 75 degrees down here, which is awesome, but it does get cool, especially down by the water. It just more awesomeness, actually. I still love to walk down the beach with the water on my bare feet, even if I am wearing pants.

One picture I forgot to take out of this collection is the one of the program I loaded on Shalane's computer to scan it for all the crap that slowed it down quite a bit. I just took the picture to remind me of what the program was. I took a picture while I walked down the road up there at my best friend's house (my ex-father-in-law). Rhianna made herself first place at Scrabble, even though I dominated as usual. -insert applause and back patting-

Snickers is the best, most beautiful girlfriend I have ever had. And, the picture where Rhianna is holding her, she is really not a fat, lazy dog. It just looks that way.

Retarded. The pictures from today are evidence of how out of order these pictures are. Neriah's rocket launch from today is right in the middle of stuff from a couple months ago like the awesome rib bbq'ing after raiding the freezer in the garage when we were down at the Beach Bum Paradise when Erv and Maria were up in Michigan. There are some of a routine trip to lake Mirror with Snickers and the kids. I, being my childish self, had to mess with poor, passive Snickers by pulling her lip up to make her look vicious, damn funny.

Oooh, here's a big one. The kids and I love to play Scrabble. There is a picture of the board when I got a '68!' point word for my first word. Woot! Frickin awesome. If you don't play Scrabble, then you're dumb, oh, uh, I mean, you probably won't know how significant that is. For those who don't know, most words are 10-20 points, at best. I got a double word score and a 50-point bonus for using all seven of my letters at once. Whoa! Truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Yeah, ok, just like my appreciation for the mundane crap I'm thankful for every day, I also marvel at the simple crap, like Scrabble games. I am a simpleton, I guess.

One time, just Neriah and I went down to the Beach Bum Paradise. There is a picture of our very simple 'man-meal' of just steak.

Listening to: That super-annoying but OMFG cute insurance girl commercial as Seinfeld breaks.

Slow-start video game morning

2009-09-05T12:50:00.005-04:00

Oh crap. I almost forgot. My new format, highlights/headings:

Headings:

The same ol' mundane.
The tripod pictures.
Slow-start video game morning.
Planning to acquire new engines and launch a rocket.

The same ol' mundane.

There are, of course, the usual assortment of mundane sky pictures that I am amazed by and thankful for every day, the sky, ---damn, my dog stinks. I need to give her a bath before we leave.---being able to take pictures of it, being able to upload those pictures so easily and have access to them on my computer, being able to write, being able to write a blog about my mundane sky pictures and---OMfrickinG, she needs a bath.---being able to see the sky in the first damn place.

The tripod pictures.

I got a wild hair to use this tripod and take a picture of Neriah and I. I forgot that I had my camera set on 3 pictures at a time. I was wondering why it kept click-click-clicking. After uploading the pictures, I see. It's kinda funny when I viewed them. I actually haven't watched this video yet, so I don't know if it was as funny. I was going to just take one or two of them, but together they were funny, so I just stuck 'em all in there. One set showed us both looking at the detestable ice cream truck as its obnoxiousness drove by, nice and slow, of course.

Ok, I just watched it. It's far from amazing, but it's funny to me, so eh.

Slow-start video game morning.

I have spent most of the morning watching Neriah play video games. I had a yummy bagel and a cup of tea and now am about to go take the best girlfriend for a pee, poop, sniff so I can give her a bath. Holy crap, she stinks. I dunno why. She doesn't run loose outside anywhere. She didn't roll in anything this morning. I guess her running around earlier when I was playing with her accentuated the fact that it's been a couple weeks since I did last.

Planning to acquire new engines and launch a rocket.

So, I guess I will go walk. I plan to give her a bath when we get back before Neriah and I plan to go get some replacement engines for a rocket that is anxious to get a raise. I have lost my desire to right. So, Good day. I said Goodday!

Listening to: supm else I am so thankful for, my iPod playing Ain't no fun waitin' round to be a millionaire, by AC/DC.

Wow, I waited a long time again

2009-09-03T09:43:00.008-04:00

Ok, it's longer, but I sped it up so each picture only gets one second. If'n you wanna, you can pause it and/or go back. I think I'm gonna do supm new, too. I'm gonna put headings throughout my ramblings to make it more entertaining for others so maybe I can have an audience. Oooh, I just gots me an idea. In addition to the headings, I is gonna list the headings, or highlights at the beginning hyah.

Highlights:

Why do I wait so long?
I really love this car.
Lake Mirror at sunset.
Meeting Shalane for coffee.
More than just the usual sky picture.
Wow, a Suburban just like my old one.
My little Badger Hunter, cool leash ay?, I made it. ;-)
Ducks by the hundreds.
5 turtles even.
Snickers' is done with the heartworm treatments, yay!

Why Do I Wait So Long?

I am really envious, nah more like in awe, of the people who have a blog which gets an entry every day. I am not really envious. I am happy with my blog and my life. I just notice that I always have reasons to make an entry. I just don't feel like it every day. I won't try to be puffed up as people so often are and say that it's because I am so busy. I have a full life indeed, but just like exercise, there is never a day without a few minutes for a blog entry. It's just what we choose to make important enough to invest our time in. So, often, it isn't anything in particular, it may just be sitting and drinking a beer as I watch people walk by and listen to the birds. There are so many times that I think, "wow, this would be a good blog entry. I would love to share this experience with the world." but I just don't feel like writing about it, which is why I am thankful, at least, to have this awesome camera, thanks again Emily, to capture a piece of the experience even if I don't end up writing about it.

I guess the difference between me and the daily bloggers and, I'm ASSuming here, is that I'm writing primarily for selfish reasons while they write for an audience, which is not a bad thing. I think I just have lots of white-trash upbrangin to make it hard for me to imagine having an audience and I really think I am missing a crucial entertaining topic with nothing more to offer than details of my own mundane life and thankfullness for crap that most people prolly don't feel and relatedly don't want to read about.

I really love this car.

I feel this is one of the many times when I repeat myself. When, I was with Emily and this was still her car, I hated it. It was uncomfortable and no fun to drive, which I did all the time. This was mainly due to her TBI-related sensitivities to acceleration and noise, which meant the windows were always up and the radio was always very quiet or off. I don't resent that experience. It was what it was. It was a worthy price to pay for someone you love.

Now, however, I frickin love this car. I open the sunroof and the windows and play my iPod loudly on the very awesome stereo it has. It is the only coupe available that has the suicide doors, actually, a unique bonus that makes this cheaper car competitive. Well, crap, it doesn't do nutn anymore. They quit making this damn car after just a few years. Dammit! That's a whole nutha topic about the business affairs and politics in major car companies to include GM.

Lake Mirror at sunset.

I love that lake. It is like living a vacation to have Lakeland nearby.

Meeting Shalane for coffee.

One morning, I went to meet Shalane for coffee on her way to work. I wanted to discuss my life plans and goals. I wanted us to be on the same page. I recently decided, just a few days ago as a mattafack, that my life dream of living on a sailboat was a selfish waste of my skills and abilities and not conducive to my primary desire in life, which is to better the world outside my own selfish life bubble. Furthermore, I decided that I wanted to go back to school and possibly, after the kids finish school, relocate to Thailand to teach English in Bangkok. I don't feel like getting into the details. My arrogance was squished when her reaction to me leaving was very much like something an ex-wife-creature do. It was a good, enlightening talk however and it actually made me think of some obvious concerns that I hadn't thought about before.

More than just the usual sky picture.

As I was sitting at a light somewhere, I don't remember where honestly, I looked over and saw the truck that was right above eye-level. The sky in the background was awesome, of course, but it was not the focal point of this shot. It was a stake truck without the stakes, so it was basically just a big 5-ton flatbed truck. What caught my attention was the building materials on the truck. It gave me fond memories of grunt work as a construction laborer working with my hands and using all the muscles in my body. It also appealed to the fixer in me. It gave me thoughts of building something somewhere.

Wow, a Suburban just like my old one.

When I went down to lake Mirror the other day, I was taken aback by an old Suburban like the one I had was actually being used as a Public Works truck. It was a big ol' three-quarter ton like mine even. That is a beautiful old truck.

My little Badger Hunter, cool leash ay?, I made it. ;-)

I took Snickers down to my favorite lake for a pee, poop, sniff. One of the many things I love about this lake is that they have dog water fountains connected to the people water fountains.

Ducks by the hundreds.

As we walked around the lake one the nice sidewalk, we stopped to visit the big wide steps down to the water on this side over hyah. A procession of many, many ducks came on over, to get some human handout I'm sure. People do lots of bird feeding here and the other lakes downtown, which is why there are so many awesome birds here. I am glad of it, actually, with the exception of the g**d*** flying rats, of course. I frickin hate 'em. A seagull is the only bird I've ever seen that is obnoxious enough to swoop down and take a bite of your sammidge right out of your hand. Grrr, I hate 'em. They just squawk and poop and are as obnoxious about begging as a puppy dog, but without the redeeming qualities.

5 turtles even.

I didn't capture them. Even though they were a bit away, they sensed me apparently and ducked. I caught three of them. I had to get a picture because I had never seen five all together like that before. I mean, a solitary turtle head, eh, prolly wouldn't even make me unsheath my camera, but 5, cool.

Snickers' is done with the heartworm treatments, yay!

I took Snickers for her follow-up check to ensure the heartworm treatment was effective and she indeed checked good-to-go, yay! The SPCA paying for the treatment, because she had them when I adopted her, was nice, but it was still a pain to keep her calm and endure the extra shedding and fleas because the damn flea drugs just quit working for a couple months.

Listening to: She Hates Me, by Puddle of Mudd.

Yay!

2009-08-27T16:12:00.004-04:00

Ok, I don't have my camera with me, but I am excited to post. I just got a phone call, finally, from my doctor's office, about the results of a routine STD test I took on Monday. I had to worry, even though I knew I had no reason to. I had had protected sex twice since the last check in December. My stoopid brain imagines all the damn worse case scenarios, though. Grumble, grumble, stoopid brain. Anyway, yay! Now, I can get back to thinking about life things.

Listening to: the faint country music they have playing over here at the office/communtiy center place.

That was one of the bestest movies I ever sawed

2009-08-23T12:07:00.004-04:00

I had heard from a few people, including my mom, that Gran Torino was just an eh movie. Holy crap, it's been a while since I've laughed so hard at a movie. It was also an intriguing look at social issues, such as neighborhood degradation, the relation between crime and poverty and social acceptance, the ability to adapt and overcome, the life of a long-term significant other after the other has died and how some people in this world make death necessary, whether you like it or not, whether you hold hands across the world or not, well try to or, more likely, not.

Today's collection is really just phenomenal sky pictures, mostly, I think, with the exception of the last one, which is setting up the brain sucker over here at Shalane's before doing laundry. I came on over here to go ahead and do laundry because my usual laundry day is tomorrow, when I would be picking up the kids. We have switched back to the school routine, which is me getting the kids on the weekend. Since, Shalane and the kids are over at her girlfriend's, it's the perfect opportunity for me to do it to it.

The sky pictures started with my post-library adventure yesterday. I went to an Acura dealership to see if they had any of my dream car. Then, I went to the mall to purchase some undergarments. I have been relying on my spares, boxers, prior to laundry days too often. I hate boxers. They are too hot and not restrictive enough.

There isn't much of a clear transition between yesterday's awesome frickin sky and today's. This morning it was quite impressive as I headed on over here. Ok, I think I am brain suckered out. I believe I will go do what I do best, get horizontal for a nap on the couch while I wait for the dryer buzzer.

Listening to: #1 Crush, by Garbage.

I love this new leash deisgn

2009-08-22T14:18:00.002-04:00

Once again, mostly the awesome sky. The sky pictures today, were taken on my trip here to the libaree. From here I plan to go to the mall, which I may picturize. Anyway, the trip here was noteworthy, yet prolly mundane to most. I went past Munn park downtown and through downtown, which I love.

The real significant thing in today's life-tracking entry, is the first picture, a new leash design. I am really diggin this new design. It's much easier than the ones I made before and I like the rope better anyway. I plan to sell them for just over my cost and donate 100% of the profits to the Polk county Animal Control, or something like that. My instinct, would be to just give it to the SPCA. However, I think the SPCA here, in my opinion, of course, is wasteful. They just built a new building that is as big or bigger than the old one. If this building was to accomodate more animals, at least some, I would be more understaning, but, no, it's just for the staff and training rooms, from what I see. Whatever it is, it's not for the animals, which already fill the meager kennels. I volunteered at The Virginia Beach SPCA and I loved it. They had more space for the animals than the people, as it should be. They had room for prolly twice the dogs, same cats, rabbits, and any other wildlife that someone would bring in, like the baby bird and nest that fell out of some lady's tree.

I think I will continue my journey now. I have had my fill of the brain sucker right now.

Listening to: Dragula, by Rob Zombie.

I got my car back, yay!

2009-08-21T11:45:00.003-04:00

I am sitting over here at Shalane's, hangin out with the kids after bringing them home. I am reading about what may be the answer to my life purpose that I have been seeking. I uploaded the usual gob of pictures of life-tracking and the sky. I am loving this Windows Movie Maker. It has made uploading way more pictures to my blog hyah easier and much quicker than much less were before.

First, something I thought of this morning while listening to the 'soft rock, listen-while-you-work' station, which I rarely do because I hate the radio and have an ipod thankfully. One more thing I am very thankful for, very, similar to this metabolism that allows me to eat whatever and not work-out yet remain not only slim but tone, is the fact that there is apparently some inherent thing in humans that transcends environmental factors. What the heck am I talking about? This, I am thankful that, despite the best efforts of my mom and the 80's, I am not a metrosexual. I am close and had to claw my way out of the pit. I love to decorate, design, sew, shop, dress nicely, be clean, read, listen to people and consider other people in my actions, but, BUT, I also like to wrench on greasy things, get dirty, sweat, sleep wherever, fix things and feel the roughness of hemp rope. So, anyway, I am just thankful again. I have thought about it several times, but, like the sky, it is worthy of constant reverence. I am thankful for my spine, the sky, food, the ability to fix and better things, music, creativity, ability to see, ability to write, ability to drive, an awesome car to drive, the best girlfriend ever who licks my face anytime...

As this pictorial begins, the sky is showcased, once again. The sky then surrenders the spotlight for Neriah's Open House pictures. At first, I was annoyed that he was being moved from his school, which is about a mile away across the street to a few miles the other way to some new school. After seeing the school, I was pleasantly surprised. It is a brand new school, this will be its first year, that they built to eliminate the need for the trailer classes they just removed from their campus. It is very nice and really a hair further than his old school. It's still in this nice area so I feel confident it will be a good school. Hopefully, it will rival the Fishhawk schools, which are among the best in Florida. After we went to his open house, we went on down to Rhianna's new school. Her's is new because she's going to the next level. She is going to be a high school kid. Woot! Yeah, be excited or die of fear. ;-p This night was a New Student Indoc. It just offered the lowdown for all the freshmen and others moving into the area. Her Open House would be the next night.

From there, we went on down to the beach bum paradise in Sarasota to spend the night with my sister and retrieve her for our trip down to get my car in the morning, leaving her's with her. I really dug borrowing her car for a while. A TL is a sweet-ass car. Ironically, I actually prefer my car. The TL is much more car, but not only do I prefer the better gas mileage and ability to use regular unleaded gas, my little Saturn Ion is more comfy, which is really ironic. When, it was still Emily's car and she rode in it with me I hated it. It was so uncomfortable. I was uptight whenever I drove because of her sensitivity to noise and acceleration. Not complaining, it just is what it is.

On the way, down there, the sky was phenomenal, even wow'er than usual.

Maria, went to bed early because she's old. Erv was still awake and is an excellent host. He served up the dinner they had earlier and then some brownies with ice cream after. Wow. I love that guy. Neriah decided that the hot tub was quite the inviting after-dinner treat. I had to agree with him. We enjoyed a couple trips between the pool and the hot tub in the nice cool evening before retiring to watch a movie before a reasonable-hour-gotta-get-up-and-go-gits-my-car-in-the-morning bedtime. The next morning Maria, Rhianna, Neriah and I began our car retrieval adventure. We went across the Sunshine Skyway and into the heart of 'traffic hell'.

Upon getting my car back, yay, we headed on back under awesome skies to prepare for our departure to Rhianna's open house. Just Rhianna and I went. It was quite different, setup like going to the classes on her schedule, including a six minute travel time in between, which is really tough when you haven't much of a clue about where yer going. It was cool, though. I like the school and her teachers are pretty cool.

Listening to: Mouth for War, by Pantera.

Another boring collection of mostly awesome sky pictures

2009-08-19T14:31:00.003-04:00

This one starts off with the best girlfriend ever, once again. The rest is mostly the usual boring pictures of the sky that continues to amaze me every frickin day since I've been down here. There are also some general life-tracking-type pictures interspersed throughout. There are some of my sister's TL that I am still borrowing until I, hopefully, get my car back tomorrow. There are also a few of Neriah and I's adventure for goods. The end is setting up our work area at a table at the libaree and then noticing the woman I told had cool hair was in the background of the picture I took across at Rhianna.

Listening to: Flippers passing by, books and magazines shuffling and rustling.

This awesome life experience...

2009-08-17T19:11:00.007-04:00

Ok, I actually have a lotsta write this time AND I actually feel compelled to do so. I am sitting in the libaree with the punk darlings and have had my fill of nosing through single people's profiles.

This collection of life-tracking pictures begins with the most beautifullest girlfriend I ever had. I love her. Then, just my usual gob of boring ol' sky pictures that I am so retardedly enamored by on a daily basis.

I met a new friend, that I was kinda excited about for a minute, at a sports bar that I had never been to, Barnacles. It was quite neat. Since I am not concerned about seeing her there, I may just go again. I was reminded of how enjoyable Happy Hour can be. This place was unlike any sports bar I had seen. The pictures, as they often do, fail to capture the unbelievable amount of TVs in this place. Whoa. So, yes, it was not a long-term friend. She was just outside my target age range of 5-10 years older than me, 47, and that really bothered her. There were, honestly other things. There was no real connection. She was looking for more of a peer. As a full-time beach bum, I was not a match for her White-collar executive-ness. It was another cool experience.

I am less disheartened as the attempts pile up. Fortunately, I am in no real hurry to be in a relationship, prolly thanks to Snickers and her being a affection junky equal to me in intensity. I have looked online, so those attempts are not surprising me in their failed attempts. However, I also am looking everywhere in the real world, too, the libaree, the lakes downtown, the grocery stores, downtown, malls, beaches. It is really hard to find a nice balance between attractive and intelligent with some integrity, leaning more toward the intelligent side. Obviously, my description of what I am actually looking for would make pages, prolly why it's so dern hard. If I was shallow enough, I could just hook up with some hot 20 supm year-old. grumble, grumble.

I also have to restrain myself from acting like a stoopid boy, which is ironically half of what attracts me to someone. The other half is much more than the hot round parts. I am actually more attracted to skin and life experience. Anyway, so I even entertained the idea of being a 'friend with benefits'. Just as I was coming to the decision that that is not who I choose to be, I had an affair as 'the other man'. I again decided, after the fact obviously, this is also not who I choose to be. And again, I decide this.

My sister, Maria, came back from their trip up to Michigan. They had applied sufficient paint and done enough cleaning to the home they just bought up there. So, I ran on down to the Beach Bum Paradise to retrieve my car and return her's, or so I planned, well hoped. I went to the grocery sto with Erv to grab some items and to the hardware sto to get some screws for mounting the new TV. He's working on fixing the old one. It is like three times the size of the new one, whew. They told him it would cost like $600 to fix it. He is shopping around. In the meantime, however, they hasta have a TV on the back porch, pshaw!

Hey, there were some nice melons, 5.99 hmm. Then, my eyes drifted to the end of the aisle, the future, ahhhh, beer. Erv was buying some replacement beers for Maria and forced me to get some Bud Light Lime. Hey, I was a guest, didn't wanna be rude. Upon returning we mounted the new TV, which was a third the size, but still easily visible from over on the hot tub cover, where I had to go to get a wireless signal. Two feet to the right, at the table, I couldn't get that signal. Wow, I was indeed on the fringe of the signal I was borrowing.

This morning, she followed me, in her car, to the place that had recently replaced my catalytic converter. I tried to capture the awesomeness of the trip across the Sunshine Skyway and the other awesomeness on the way to the very helpful repair guys at Ice Cold Air. Yeah, I figure they have earned a plug. ;-p I stayed to verify their verification that it was indeed bad and, thus a warranty repair. It didn't/doesn't take much to check one for bad-ness. I wanted him to share my confidence. After he bumped the side of it with his hand and it rattled, he confirmed it and checked on a replacement. They did not have one in stock, so he said it would take a couple days, but my car could stay inside at night, nice and safe, until then. So, Maria and I returned to her heezy, yo. She said I could drop her off and borrow her sweet-ass TL again until I picked her up to return to retrieve my car. Cool. This life experience is frickin awesome. It was actually nice to drive my car, if only for a bit. I love that car.

Listening to: the quite rustling and shuffling throughout the libaree just before closin time.

Every day is Sunday, oh wait, it really is Sunday...I think.

2009-08-09T13:37:00.007-04:00

Wow, I sure am an ugly bastard. I keep trying anyway, thinking maybe I can take a good picture, but it seems pretty hopeless, indeed. Anyway, I decided, the other day actually, that I was going to use this tripod that I've had for years and never used. Today, after sitting it against the wall behind my desk last week, I finally worked up the gumption to actually use it. I was playing with it the other day and finally used the video cable the camera came with. I showed Rhianna and I how this awesome camera would take videos and then display them and the pictures on a tv with the quick and easy RCA cable hooked-up.

Ok, I must insert an intermission here...

...ok, wow, that was quite a nice intermission, no not sex, just a conversation. ;-p

I am not in a writing mood anymore. I think I will go shave this goatee that has kind of developed due to laziness.

Listening to: Mourning Air, by Portishead.

I love this awesome frickin life experience

2009-08-05T21:02:00.002-04:00

Ok, this is much easier to upload, but I'm still not feeling like writing, maybe later.

Listening to: The Fan.

I am really diggin this new picture display method

2009-08-04T10:34:00.004-04:00

Ok, I am really diggin this, oh wait, I put that in the title. It is cool, though. I set the frame duration quicker, too, so now it doesn't take so dern long. I thought about putting my writings about the pictures in the movie, but then I thought it wouldn't work, so I'll just write down here, which is actually very convenient because now I can write while I wait for it to upload, unlike before when uploading umpteen pictures was a long, painful process.

Anyway, here starts the next step in the life-tracking blog evolution. The collection of pictures starts with the usual full-time beach bum admiration of the awesome spectacle that is the sky, taken to and from getting the kids.

Then, the day finally came. I knew it was close. Neriah beat me at chess. It was the closest game ever...an end of an era.

As I was rounding the street on the home-stretch of our morning pee, poop, sniff, I was taken aback by the awesomeness of my sister's car that I am borrowing. It's one of my top 5 favorites. I have decided I want an RSX, not the TL, for having, but it is nice to borrow. I just filled up yesterday, and Premium is not as easy on the wallet as my little Saturn's regular, but the gas mileage, considering the bigger engine with gobs more power and the roominess is pretty oooook. I just made a trip which required me to go through Orlando, which is already a frickin nightmare, but it was also raining the whole way through, which not only made it stop and go, but also required the use of A/C. I still got 25.6 mpg, frickin Woot! My Saturn averages between 27 and 29! Damn, like I said, the roominess and gobs of extra power make it well worth a mere couple mpg. However, that was in heavy traffic. I think my normal driving, which is pretty mild, could/would get what the Saturn gets or better. Wow. I'm thinking a little RSX, like I want, would be even better, with it's little four-banger.

Ok, enough of my long-winded fantasy. I took a before and after the cream cheese frosting picture. Uuuuuuuuuuh. Rhianna made ho-made, wait, she's my daughter, can't say that, home-made cinnamon rolls with home-made cream cheese frosting. Oh damn. I give her crap about only liking to cook the sweet stuff and being so picky about food. However, I am sure diggin her aspirations of being a pastry chef and subsequent related practicings. Oh yeah, fat boy likes. (for those who don't know, fat boy is my inner child).

I sat on the porch with a coffee before going to the bank. I hadta see if my check for 20k had shown up so I could go gits me that thar RSX.

Ok, I put the Listening to: thing in the movie, so I guess I'll just write...

The End ;-p

I's got an idea

2009-08-02T18:03:00.002-04:00

I need some devil horns to go with the new red daytona beach-inspired hue.

Ok, I'm sitting here wallowing in the fullness as Led Zeppelin's Lemon Song plays gently on the surround sound, filling the room in a non-obtrusive manner. I hads me a thunk just now. I needta write a book, The Navy John Diet. The one-meal-a-day-average resulting from laziness and/or a spiritually-focused/dominated mind works well for streamlining the body, but another perq is that it's very cost-effective. Yer beer goes much further. Woot!

Listening to: Heresy, by Nine Inch Nails.

Daytona wow.

2009-08-02T16:53:00.003-04:00

I don't feel like writing, right now. I'm drinking and making cornbread. So, I'll just highlight: Beach, beer, boobs, burn. Woot! I am diggin this new posting of pictures method. It will assuredly develop into supm cool.

Listening to: My Own Summer (Shove It), by the Deftones.

testing

2009-08-02T13:44:00.010-04:00

***Update: I had to come back and edit this one. I fixed the frame advance speed, so it went from 30 mins. to 3, pshew. Anyway, much more viewable now, besides just being uploadable.

***

I don't feel like writing about this one because I have this past weekend's load of pictures to write about now, but I just wannid to go ahead and use these to test supm new. Ok, this is long, like 30 mins, so you may wanna fast-forward this one. The future ones shouldn't be anywhere near as long, primarily because of less pictures due to the ease of it and also I hope to figure out how to speed up the frame-advance time. I'm just now familiarizing myself with Windows Movie Maker.

Ok, this is seeming not too possible, maybe there are too many pictures. I may just do the next one.

Listening to: Vampires, by Godsmack.

I don't feel like uploading pictures right now

2009-07-26T21:04:00.005-04:00

...so I'll just use an old one. No, it doesn't mean I'm still not over my ex. I have been talking to my best friend, who is dressed as a Bud Light Lime tonight, and he talked me into it. I am single, so there is no significant other to offend, and she is still nice to look at.

Anyway, I has a buncha pictures to upload, as usual, but, like I said, I'm just talking to my best friend and listening to music, so I doesn't feel like it. I just wannid to write about a few things. Damn, she sure was easy on the eyes... bah! I was just sitting here listening to music and thinking about how sometimes you don't even realize something has been missing in yer life until you experience it. Then, you say, Hey, I was really missing out. It's really funny when it's something you just forgot about, which is strange when it's something so substantial. Ok, what the hell is this drunk idiot talking about? My mom stumbled on a great deal. Her next door neighbor was having a yard sale and sold their surround sound system for a fraction of it's value, so being the generous mom she is, bought it and gifted it to me.

I hooked it up. I had learned to live without such a 'luxury' so it was just a cool gift, eh, ya know. I tested it with Full Metal Jacket and was reminded how much it makes for an awesome movie experience. Ooh, had to grab the remote. A cool song came on and required me to increase the volumage. What song? I dunno. I have been wondering for a while. It's some cool gay/club/dance/house song on some mix given to the ex-wife-creature by one of her gay friends once upon a time. Frickin awesome, whatever it is. Anyway, after verifying its movie enhancing qualities, I did my usual 'fixer' inquisitive nosing. I like the way ya do that right thur...oh yeah, stay on track...Ok, so I discovered this surround system also plays FM radio, which I really have no use for, but it also plays the cable sound or, the really cool part, my iPod. So, I have been sitting here, for the past hour, doing nothing more than just listening to music. I haven't done that in so long. Going out to the car to retrieve my iPod to hook it up to the speakers in here, which are just eh, has just been an unattractive hassle. Now, however, I am reminded of what it is like to just sit and listen to music when it sounds good, a subwoofer and the surround speakers that fill the room with sound are really an awesome addition. uhhh, like I said, it's been so long. I can, indeed, make it loud, but the cool thing is, it sounds so good very low as just background music. ...and I can't take it anymore..yeah...I love Godsmack. This is one of the loud times. ;-)

Another thing I was thinking today, I know I've thought it before and prolly even wrote about it, so please excuse if I am repeatedly amused by things that most take for granted. This one is cool, though. It's so fitting. Since my right index finger was smeared in the 'slowing down', I have a different peace sign to offer, which more accurately portrays my idea of peace anyway. ahahaha. Yeah, maybe I am childish, but I crack me up, so that's all that really matters to me. Fortunately, my sense of humor is not dependent on acceptance or even understanding by others. Damn, why couldn't I be this way in school, all the m***erf***ers that wasted my time by causing me to act for them and try to be like them. grumble, grumble, ok, time for a refill...

Ok, more than a refill. Snickers de Mayo informed me that it was time for a pee, poop, sniff. So, now it's time for another refill, but I'm eating Triscuits now, so in a minute. Anyway, where was I? Blah, blah, oh yeah peace sign, haha. Oh, I will give you more...Harry Connick jr. is the man....Ok, the last thing I felt compelled to write before I continue talking to my best friend, is about the leash. Today, I was taking the best girlfriend on our walk around the block and some lady stopped me and said wait right here. Ok, sure, hmm, hmm, hmm. Her neighbor was out there in her absence, so I had supm nice to look at, uh, I mean talk to. I had to tell her that she was doing grey very well. mmm, refill..ok, so, when she returned, she had a cool pink harness that was for a dog she no longer had. I got the impression she didn't have it long. The brand new harness testified to that possibility. This is another supm that would benefit from me uploading a damn picture, but, like I said, I don't feel like it. pssht! This made the use of a leash I made a while back possible again. I didn't use it before because it was green, made for a boy dog. At the time, Snickers had a pink collar, but too narrow to really scream girl dog. Her black and tan hairs make her appear boy-lish, to coin a phrase my kids came up with, so a green leash wouldn't help. Now, however, this cool harness is lotsa pink, so the leash goes well with it. It is an awesome leash anyway. I'm glad to use it again.

Ok, I'm done. I'm ready to get off this brain sucker...for whom the bell tolls, time marches on...and listen to music with my best friend who is eager to make me pee again.

Listening to: Nutshell, by Alice in Chains.

Travis' wedding and my over-dressment

2009-07-18T19:53:00.016-04:00

Ok, I'll start with today. It was Travis', my ex-brother-in-law's, wedding. One of the things I am thankful for. I am still welcome at most of her family functions. The sky, as usual, was frickin amazing this morning when I left.
It was just the everyday non-stop onslought of amazing beautifullness.
Yeah, it's the usual crap that's boring, I imagine, to most peeps, but I am still wow'd by it every day.
wow.
wow some more.
Ok, this was kinda funny. Well, other than the super cool pose Neriah is caught in as he's running up behind me. I finally had an excuse to justify having some nice clothes. It had been so long since I had worn real clothes that I couldn't remember what to do with those strings in my shoes. I had a tie and a jacket to complete my attire. As I was walking in the door, the kids ran in and told me I was wayyy over dressed. Humph, nice to know. This usual FL temperature of about 150 degrees is really intense when you are wearing long sleeves and a t-shirt, even after removing the jacket and tie. I so often fail to grab all the photo ops. It was hot enough, I didn't feel like putting anything back on, even in the A/C, so here is me casual dressy.
I am technically just, that guy, since I am no relation anymore, so i just sat back hyah. Actually, to be honest. I could've sat much closer. However, I decided that I would have a much better vantage point for pictures back here, and, honestly, I was certainly not averse to observing cute females, which is much harder to do from further up front. You have to crane yer neck around and be an obvious gawker.
I tried about nine damn times to take a picture of the kids and I. One of my miss-fails caught a good shot of Neriah offering his typical excessive cheesiness.
Ok, finally, aimed right, at least.
Ok, I was discussing my thunk with Rhianna about how churches feel a lot like some event at a mafia house er supm. You gots people standing by the doors, as if they are observing everyone, ready to regulate, if they need to.
Ah, the kiss. I dunno if I'll ever get married again, but weddings are still a beautiful thing. I still have this damn sappy romantic fool inside me that tries to assert his opinion all the time, makes for quite the strange ecclectic taste in movies.
The reception was at this lake front bar down the street.

Neriah has been gifted with my unique sense of humor, so as I take a picture across him, I get an awesome face, which turned out to be the worthy experience of this shot, the rest was just an 'eh' shot. Damn, he's a good-looking kid.

After we partaked of the yummy foodstuffs, which I, once again, failed to capture picturitically, the cupcakes, which were in place of the traditional wedding cake, came out and taunted us with their yumminess. Justin is in this shot again, seems like every shot I got he was in, getting more Sangria. Shameful, what a drunk.
Dori and her new beau, crap I am drawing a blank, that guy right there, came on down from GA. He seems to be a pretty good guy, worthy of the overachieving hottie. I am glad for Butch.
I love having a great parking spot. The board, which I thought I should include in the wedding pictures collection that I took for the ex-in-law types, gives dem props, yo. I love Shrek. 'Not the buttons, not the gum drop buttons'.
Bobby and his girlyfriend. I know her name, but I just brainfarted right now. He prefers to be recognized for looking like Jesus. He isn't fond of the comparison that has stuck with me, which I just keep to myself now, Charles Manson. It frickin cracks me up. The last time I saw him, he was kinda rough looking and shaggy from working at his mom's house up in GA.
Travis and his new bride, busted out the geetars and entertained us for a few.
Yes, driving home was the same ol' boring picture, but can't you see what I see? Look at that frickin awesome sky.
I am ready to gits home and get outta these full-length pant things.

I'm gonna go take my beautiful darling girlfriend for a pee, poop, sniff and then I plan to actually finish that other blog entry.

Listening to: Shrek.

My words and your imagination will hafta fill the gaps in pictures I failed to take, as usual, I guess.

2009-07-17T13:18:00.016-04:00

I forgot my camera, but I don't wanna forget this

2009-07-13T11:04:00.004-04:00

Ok, I'm over here at Shalane's doing laundry before I gets the yungins. I fergitted the camera, so no pictures of the beautiful sky, etc. on the way over here this morning. I am just going to use this picture from the other day, because I want to write about something on my mind, since I don't expect myself to remember or even feel like taking a picture of these receipts later for this blog entry.

Lately I have been slowly but surely wanting to switch over to the cloth shopping bags. The exorbitant amount of plastic grocery bags used and discarded every day is becoming more and more troubling to me. Not quite enough yet for me to quit using them, unfortunately. So, in other words, I need to get on it. Anyway, I took my two items through the frickin awesome Self Checkout and, since I only had two small items, I didn't get a plastic bag. Well, ironically, I think, since they were not in a bag, the greeter lady had to see my receipt. Were they high dollar items, like a tv or supm? Nope. It's understandable really, why, but it just seems unfortunate to me that we have a system in place that rewards you for being wasteful and penalizes you for being conservative. This is just the one small example I'm focusing on here.

The other thing, equally substantial, in my opinion, of course, is the flagrant use of paper. The internet and computers have made many 'paperless' systems possible. However, there is still the absurd use of paper elsewhere, such as packaging and other things. The one that really has my attention right now is receipts. Holy crap! I saved these three because I wanted to remember to write this entry, first of all, but second, a picture to illustrate its ridiculousness. On that trip to the sto for those mere two small items, I got like two frickin feet of receipt. This was my second trip that day. The other time, I had gotten a whopping three things.

Then, I went to the Orange Consumer Construction Supply store and , not only was I frustrated by their self-checkout actually requiring me to push the button 'Finish and Pay', sliding my card, as it is elsewhere, was not enough to alert the stoopid ass computer to my intention, but beyond that, I again got two damn feet of receipt for only one item this time. Of course, I am exaggerating about the length, but I think you know from your own life experience what I am talking about. How many frickin trees are cut down every year, day, hour, minute even to make this ridiculous wasteful use of paper possible?!

Rhianna just gave me her two cents and reminded me of certain grocery stores, which are the only ones I've seen doing it, using the backside of receipts for spam, coupons, etc. There's an idea. If you want to offer me some survey that most people pay no attention to, put it on the frickin back. That would save, at least, half the paper. Aaaagh! It is ironic that I am a long-time gearhead, wrench monkey, adrenaline junky, consumer and past wealthy, spoiled idiot, but now I am so concerned about the conservation of resources. Hell, I guess, my very practical mind just wants to see some balance and some 'reason' for wastes. I mean, a dragster dumping gallons of jet fuel into a chamber to burn it is waste, but not waste'ful'. It is propelling the beast of an engineering dream come true 300+ miles per hour for a mere quarter mile, indeed, but the joy that gives to so many is worth it, I believe. I mean, I hate golf, but if people get joy from that and they want to spend millions on it and pay some guy gobs of money to play it, whu-evah. It serves a positive purpose.

Ok, it's time to transfer my clothings to the dryer. I feel adequately vented.

Listening to: Low Self Opinion, by Henry Rollins.

Feeling introspective

2009-07-11T15:11:00.003-04:00

"Ok, so why aren't you rubbing my belly, yet?"

Ok, so I like women too much to be gay and like to bust my knuckles, wrenching and gettting dirty too much to be metrosexual. However, I do, indeed, love a lot of sappy, romantic movies. What made me think of this is the movie I just watched for the third or fourth time, Must Love Dogs. I really love that one. Diane Lane is one of my favoritest pieces of celebrity eye candy. I dig Jon Cusack's dry humor. The movie, however, is a quite charming, inspiring dream about love. What?! You gotta frickin problem with that?! Shut up! Ahem! I'm gonna go watch some porn and, uh, punch something, so shut up or I'll punch you.

Listening to: the fan and the jingle of the best girlfriend's collar reminding me it's time to go for a pee, poop, sniff.

Holy Crap!

2009-07-10T00:20:00.019-04:00

I just noticed that I've gone about three weeks before uploading any pictures for this here blog thing. Then, I noticed that I never even finished the last one. Damn, if I was getting paid for this I'd be fired. Whew, good thing I'm not, I guess. I can finish this one tomorrow. No really.

Ok, here I am and it's tomorrow. I'm doing it, yay! So, the past week has given me a good excuse for not adding to this here blog thing. My immune system was battling a head cold, a bit more than I anticipated. I had just come back from the beach bum paradise last weekend and had intended to return with the kids, but life intervened and directed me otherwise. This morning, it's Friday and Shalane needed me to bring the kids home so that Zoee could be allowed an opportunity to release her waste products. I am using it as an opportunity to wash my sheets and comforter. So, this affords me the chance to sit and finish this blog entry as I spend half my attention watching Neriah kill zombies on the Wii. A few years ago, I would have thought a 7 o'clock wake-up, and stay up, would have been late. However, I have been a full-time beach bum for long enough that it feels damn early. ugh.
This was the view this morning, as well, but this is actually from last...a while ago.
"Hey, lookout guys, here come some more of those wingless birds."
"Why do they keep eyeballin' me? I'm about to start pecking.'
"Oh man, shut up, you ain't gonna do nothin'. Yer all talk."
After, getting the tires rotated, the kids and I headed on down to our favorite lake downtown back over hyah.
The sky, and all of it really, was just amazing, as usual.
Neriah and I were going to do the stair challenge, but it had been a couple weeks and it was extra hot and humid even today, so we only did a few laps and we were done.
Back to the wind maker.
Yes, mundane to most, however, to my eye it is another awesome spectacle that I can no longer take for granted.
Feeling introspective.
Rhianna found this frog in the kitchen or something. It was chased into the living room, where I catched it. Rhianna mentioned its redness, which made me a bit concerned. Maybe I should have stayed concerned, but, eh, it is what it is. So, I got a nice white bowl to put it in for picture time before its release into the wild of my front yard. It was quite an adordable little frog. It was about the size of my thumbnail, muey small-o, indeed.
The week before this one, I brought the kids home, too. Shalane offered to buy lunch for us in exchange for my selfless act. ;-) Cool, I love free food. I caught a picture of Shalane hard at work. Oh darn, I chopped her head off. ;-)
Rhianna tried to deny that Marilyn Manson is an ugly bastard...as a man. However, this is an example of how he would be ok as a woman. I will not go further. She was having lunch with what appeared to be her girlfriend, who also appeared capable of kicking my arse, so I don't want to take a chance that I would have a disgruntled lesbianite out to get me after she stumbles across my blog, making her what, the fifth? reader. ;-)
There was a bit of a change of plans. I am ok with helping, since Shalane has that damn work thing imposing itself on her life. I left Neriah because he wanted to ride with his mom. Rhianna went with me to make a deposit for Shalane before taking her home.
I spent a very few minutes at home before my impulsiveness kicked in and I realized there was really no reason to not go ahead and go on down to the beach bum paradise a day early. Another day of drinking, swimming and serenity was quite appealing. So, I packed a bag and headed on down to Sarasota. I drove through 'traffic hell', so of course, as it is most times, it was quite the...supm. I don't really mind, though. I'm never in a hurry and it just keeps my mind busy. It's definitely not a boring ride.
The sky, of course, was amazing and, of course again, my camera was unable to reproduce the awe-inspiring sight.
...and again, frickin wow.
Ah, here I is. I even have a spot in the garage.
The house is all sleepy and quiet as I set my goods on the counter.
I take the first few minutes to scatter my belongings into their proper places before I assume the position outside.
Woot! Wake up.
This house is so awesome.
Ooh, one of my favorite places, the bar.
I take a stroll before going to see a friend, so no drinking yet.
I was still a bit early, so I decided to go ahead and check out a beach I hadn't seen yet.
It was the 4th of July. I tend to forget these things. Every day is Sunday.
This beach was awesome. I would like to frequent it, but it's kinda far down here. There were plenty of people, but it was far from overcrowded.
ahhhhhhhhhhh.
I strolled up the coastline, feeling the water lick my feet.
Then back down. It dawned on me. What the hell am I doing? I needta go dump these non-swimable items in the car and get in this damn water. It was the perfect temperature, like cool bath water. It feels especially good when the heat of a thousand suns threatens to melt yer damn brain.
Unfortunately, this picture ended up blurry. It was an awesome shot. As I was heading across the not-too-big lawn to the parking lot, this big ol' turtle was just sitting and munching on some grass. So, I went and deposited my items that didn't like the water as much as me in the car. I went back and spent an hour or so floating and swimming around. Some really appealing Russian woman swam around me until she was coincidentally within talking range. So, we did, for about 20 minutes. She was, much to my dismay, married. I think if I was the type to not be dismayed by that, I could have enjoyed her company a bit more. Anyway, I dried off and went to see my friend.
I didn't feel like putting any effort into making food for consumption, so I took advantage of the five dollar subs that Subway is kind enough to provide for us.
I put my sammidge outside along with a towel and my phone. The only thing missing was a drink. Mmm, all these choices.
I will stick with the one that I must enjoy at every opportunity.
Ok, getting there.
Cheers!
Ohp, refill time.
I guess somebody fell in love with this stuff, not surprisingly. A while back, I guided Erv to the heavenly concoction. I drank hardly any of this first bottle. It is now empty after coaxing just a couple drinks from it and there is a replacement. Woot!
A refreshing dip in the pool and half of my sammidge in my belly, it was time to recline for a few and ahhhh.

Ok, I'll finish this later. I've lost my gumption.

Listening to: 2 Wicky, by Hooverphonic.

Father's day yays

2009-06-20T09:33:00.008-04:00

Ok, it wasn't Father's day, today is actually. The stuff that I was fortunate enough to receive for Father's day was on Thursday and Friday. Today, the real Father's day has been spent just doing absolutely nothing. It has been nice this weekend. The past few weeks have really taken a toll. Ok, so, I headed on down to the beach bum paradise in Sarasota with the kids. Maria wanted to do it on a day other than Sunday for various reasons. I have been enjoying the life of a full-time beach bum, so it didn't matter which day. However, since Shalane and I swapped weekend for during the week, during the summer, Thursday was good because I could bring the kids with me.Eh, I'm not feeling it. I think I'll procrastinate a bit longer.

ahhhh, home.

2009-06-14T07:13:00.012-04:00

I am in my coveralls again, ready to try getting this thing to the metal squishers.

However, Butch informed me that he will be taking a few days off...

...ok, Im there, but I'm gonna get another beer anyway, today is my rest day before I plan to get the kids in the morning...

Ok, where was I...Oh yeah, Butch hadta go hannel sum bidniz in town, so we took the Beemer, a more plush, leisurely vehicle. Damn, this car is sweet, gotta love variety. It's a seven series. It has pull-out window shades in the back and all kindsa door pockets that you can push-click to expose. Very sweet car. We were both exhausted, so this was just the car for us.

We went and got a winch because the come-along we used before broked, later is when he told me getting the car to the metal squishers would be delayed, oh yeah.

I did manage to accomplish a couple other not-so-big-but-helpful things. A universal remote that would control the sattelite, tv, DVD/VCR and surround sound. With a few minutes of effort, it was good-to-go. Also, I talked GiGi into upgrading the memory in her computer. The Cpu was more than adequate, the Hard drive was good, but the memory lacked a bit. So, she and I both were pleased to see the very inexpensive RAM she ordered on ebay arrived in two days. She asked me to install it because I said it was so easy it shouldn't be a big deal, right? I did and it was. However, the accomplishment from being able to fix supm is the biggest, most gratifying experience. I am so thankful to be a fixer.
The next and final morning, I headed on down to Athens to see some friends for banana pancakes.
The sky was amazing all the way down.
There are infinite awesome possibilities for the sky and the world around us if we just pay attention.
uhhhh.
I love their front yard.
Here I is.
Oh yeah, Tham is making those awesome banana pancakes.
Maybe, I shoulda taken the picture after the syrup.
Claudio arrived to attend to the pancake babysitting duties while Tham did supm ov'ar.
This is the peak of my ugly bastardness, but I didn't wanna leave Sebastian out, so I included this frickin picture.
Ok, hell, not much better, but Claudio is in this one. Anna is the daughter.
Heading out. I was going to join them for a birthday party for their grandson, but I am so damn exhausted. I am ready to just get home and rest for one day before I plan to go get the kids.
Their neighborhood was connected to mine and mine, coincidentally, was, on the way out anyway, so I drove by to see my old house, frickin awesome. I loved that house. On the corner of Julian drive and Julian drive.
Back to 85.
Ok, just the sky, frickin wow.
Atlanta is beautiful, too.
Heading into the guts...
Wow, that's a long time with no pictures. Here I am in Florida again. This sunny sky is melding with the dark, rainy sky up'ar.
This is what I like about Florida, you can see so much of the sky, you get to see the line between sunny and stormy, too cool.
awesome. Oh yeah, just before I got home, I filled up and figured about 31 mpg, woot!

Ok, can't type below the last one again, hmm.

I got home lasterday evening and slept until about seven this morning, when Snickers de Mayo woke me with her sweet tongue. I took her for a pee/poop/sniff and spent a few glorious minutes on the porch with a coffee in my recliner until the heat became a bit much and forced me inside. I have found, if I lay on the floor to watch a movie or tie knots, it is down there where the air is cool. Anyway, I decided that, since I have the opportunity, I had my one beer and started finishing these blog entries. I am almost done with this one, so I think I will go get another one beer and enjoy the rest of this lazy day.

Listening to: Ass Like That, by Eminem.

Wow, intensity since break time.

2009-06-11T18:01:00.005-04:00

I didn't take any pictures since break time, so I'm just using an old one. We got the T/A loaded up and had to exert much energies to get it up on the tow dolly. Then, this, estimated, 4 ton monster was ready to go. So, we headed on down to the recycling place that we planned on taking this car and five engines and a few transmissions and other goodies. Yes, I said planned. We proceeded toward the place very slowly and carefully. Then we got a flash rain. I continued to drive very slowly about 35 max, about 15-20 average. Then the car started to shimmy and sway back and forth. I was unable to correct it and it just swung around, pulling the truck with it. We came to a stop facing the other direction from where we had come. The car, with it's massive payload, was just off in the grass, slightly down the embankment, just enough to be seemingly immovable.

Yes, seemingly. Well, fortunately the guy right behind us was very helpful. He stopped the 20 or so cars on this 55 mph road during rush hour. So, as Butch bounced the back of the truck and I steered in helpful ways, we managed, just barely, to pull out and head back from whence we had come. As we were crossing over to assume the other lane and depart, some guy who was apparently anxious to feel important, told us we had to wait for the police because he was a first responder and had to call them. Wow, he was so...a dumbass! the police don't even respond if there was no loss of life or property over $500. We just spun around, scared the crap out of ourselves and left, easy deal. We didn't even damage any city property.

So, we headed on back down the back road to the house, the load shifted inside and pressed down the brake pedal, locking down the brakes. As we were heading up our first hill on a backroad to the house, the tires on the T/A started smoking and the truck starting squeeling it's tires. After a few seconds, I realized that it was more than just the uphillness. We stopped and discovered the very heavy payload has shifted forward and jammed itself on the brake pedal. Since, this stuff was so frickin heavy, 1000 pounds or so, on the pedal, we had to break the brake line. Ok, so that helped for a minute, but then, just before home, we had to break the other one, oops, I'm dumm, sorry.

We got the beast back to the house and the discovered that the car swinging around had actually dented the pristine body of the truck. Aw crap.

Listening to: All That I Want, by The Weepies.

Break time

2009-06-11T12:21:00.007-04:00

Morning, glorious frickin NE GA morning again. Today, I have on my coveralls, enjoying the coffee on the porch as I tie a few knots, as Butch does the same with his lovely wife before we gits busy.
As I rounded the house, I noticed this salamander meandering across the driveway, as the sun was reaching a point at which it would burn the hell outta him. I soaked him with the hose and left him a nice wet path to the puddle I made in the grass.
Butch hadta back the Elk outta the garage. Oh crap, every time I hear that grumble it is a beautiful thing. Just like the twisties, Athens, the beach and the smell of a woman, it is breathtaking and never gets old.
This old Trans Am was ready to be recycled anyway, so it was the perfect candidate for the engine, etc.-hauling. We loaded it down, whoo. Five engines, a handful of transmissions, intake manifolds, crankshafts..., needless to say, it was a heavy biotch by the time we were through.
That T/A under the awning in front of the garage is also a piece, ready for recycling. However, it has a sweet newly rebuilt engine that Butch needed a home fer.
Butch hadta get a few things offa this engine before we loaded it, so I grabbed us a couple Cokes and sat down for a few.

Ok, apparently, I did supm with this batch of pictures. I can't type below this one again.

So, Butch went inside to go potty er supm, so I laid under the canopy next to the house and uhhhhh....

Listening to: My theme song, I'm Broken, by Pantera.

Damn, I love being a fixer

2009-06-10T20:33:00.005-04:00

I told Butch that, since he's disabled and takes enough Morphine every day to kill a frickin horse, and doesn't get much help, I would do whatever I could to help while I was up there. I am also a disabled-type, but, while I have the fatigue-thing in common with Butch, I thankfully don't have the pain challenge to deal with.

Anyway, before the engine-moving, etc, we went up to Sears to get supm, so I browsed the crack-like offerings of Craftsman, uhhhhh.

Ok, another one, I dunno what happens, but sometimes I can type below the last picture. Ok, so pretend this next part is below the next picture.

We returned to start engine-moving. We got the few out of the garage. They were either picked of useful goods or just not worth the effort to keep them in the way anymore while someone is around to help get the f***ers outta the way.

Listening to: Immune, by Godsmack.

I will write later, I'm going to make a sleepytime now.

2009-06-08T20:57:00.008-04:00

I took a ride with Butch over to a relative's house. We, of course, because we could, took the El Camino. Damn, this car is a frickin beast, 500hp of pure joy. We, of course, obeyed all traffic laws and did nothing untaught. ;-)
Standing at the end of the driveway while Butch talked some life words with someone, I looked around and enjoyed the very country-ish pictures to be had. I loved this big ol' mailbox. And, ya know, I don't know what it is, but I hate the repitious nonsense that is all too often the majority of 'pop' music, yet I frickin love dance/house/club music.
...another view...
As I assumed one of my favorite positions, on the porch, in my beach chair. That's a pretty sweet truck. It made me consider having a truck again. However, I am really digging the curve-hugging, zippy little coupe that gets in excess of 30 mpg. I frickin love that car. I am so thankful that this life experience has aligned in such a way that I was able to have it.
Cousin Art let me borrow this Newsweek to read this article about Saturn. Good stuff. It was an awesome company, just like GM, just like the frickin Wolverines, taking down the toilet by bad management.
I enjoyed some afternoon minutes, shaded from the 94 degree sun of death, in my favorite position.
The next morning, I got up, said hi to GiGi who was readying for a work departure, and assumed the position on the porch with a coffee.
Damn, that morning sun blasts right in yer face on the front porch. I moved the beach chair right in front of the porch under a nice tree providing some shade for a few.
Ahhh, yeah, much better.
Butch and GiGi had some bidniz to take care of in town, which required the use of the truck, so we taked it. GiGi, at the proper time, said that it was time to gits our grub on, yo. Since they, of course, were aware of my intense fondness of Bell's, we went there, yay.
Yeah, so she'll prolly want to do bad things to me after seeing this picture, which caught her in one of those contorted-face moments, but I don't do posed pictures, so such is my lot in life and anyone in the view of my camera, hehe.

I really have no use for those menu things here. Every time I get the same thing. An opportunity to have the best burger in the world cannot be missed. It's kinda funny, actually, Butch gets the same thing, too, yet still opens the menu to look. Ok, force of habit. I open the damn menu, too, for a second, before I say, 'what the hell am I doing?'
Wow, a glorious backdrop for one of my favorite signs. I love this place.
Today is the big day. Hadta hannel sum bidniz down in Athens. I arrived nice and early, the way I like to for most important things, so I had some minutes to spend downtown, drinking a coffee and watching my favorite people, Athenians.
This is a really cool Starbucks.
I love downtown Athens.
Frickin awesome.
Heading back up to Toccoa was an exciting, twisty-filled experience, as always.
This farm is beautiful, but I've always thought it looked like a lot of work to keep the massive, forty acre or so, front yard mowed, without grass chompers out there, whew. It sure is nice to look at, though.

Listening to: Rock and Roll, by Led Zeppelin.

FL is nice, but still second to NE GA

2009-06-03T22:39:00.009-04:00

I gathered up some things and departed. I wanted to bring Snickers, I almost left with her as a mattafack, but fortunately I remembered just before I left, she has a vet appointment for a heartworm treatment next week. So, she gets to stay with my mom, who loves her anyway. Hell, I don't see how anyone could not love her.

The trip up here was nice as it usually is.
Ooh, cool, an old Monte Carlo.
Hadta stop at one of my favorite signs. What a face...
There was supm going on, I don't remember what, an accident or something. The traffic just stopped and averaged around 10 mph, so subsequently, the breeze I had been enjoying, which made the 90+ degrees not so bad, stopped. uuuugh, 94, 95, 96, ok a bit too much, time for some A/C. I used it for about 10 or 15 minutes, then once the traffic passed the bottleneck and flowed again, so did the breeze.
I got lost in my thunks, so I didn't even take any dern pictures of the hilly, mountainous part of 85 on my way up here. It is so amazing. I have marveled at how the sky is always so breathtaking down in FL, but while there is less sky up here, it is because there are so many trees and hills. I love the green and the curves a bit more. This road, the home stretch, is a primo example of one of the things I love up here. It is 55 mph and full of hills and curves.
I arrived at just the right time, the sun was going down.
oh, the twisties, frickin bliss.
...and on and on...
Ahhhh.
The next morning, Butch wasn't feeling too good and I had an hour before I hadta run down to Athens, so I invited Dori, the ex-sister-in-law to my favorite place, in the world, repeat, the world. I was quite dismayed to find out she doesn't like burgers. Aaaagh! "Thas'so'k, I make lamb." Sorry, a quote from one of my favoritest movies popped into my head. Anyway, whuh-evah. She had shrimp and I had the best burger in the world. It was kinda nice to have company. The last few times I've come to Bell's, I came alone, which really doesn't impair my enjoyment, but, ya know.

We talked about her college, and subsequently life, plans and possibilities. She is a young whippersnapper ;-), 21 and she isn't looking forward to finishing school and entering this job market. I sure don't blame her. We talked about various things and I gots the idea that maybe a friend I was planning to see down in Athens after my bidniz might be able to assist her career searching. He works in a field that is related to her degree, which is very valuable, regardless of the job-market, economy, etc.
Oooooh, there was a sweet 60 supm Chevelle to oogle on the way in.
I dropped her off back at the house and made my way down to Athens. Another opportunity to ride the twisties ride. Woot!
Damn, I love this road.
After my bidniz, I went to see my frayins, Claudio and Tham. Again, I failed to take many pictures. Tham, pictured here, is from Vietnam. Claudio, who I failed to picturize is from Argentina. They make an interesting couple for a food lover, such as myself. I always love going to their home. There is always something amazing for my belly. This time, she invited me to come have dinner, she was making lasagna. Mmmm, as usual, it was good.
140 pounds. Holy crap! I've never seen a dog this big. Its paws were like a bear cub's. This dog belongs to their son and his wife. I was reminded of how long it's been. She said on the phone, before I came, that I could meet her grandson. Huh! From who?! Esteban, the oldest, I think, now has this son that is coming up on a year old. Whoa. Time flies, mang. Another reminder of how I failed to take pictures.
The ride back was, once again, at the perfect time for sunset.
I was thinking the other day, as I was walking around the lake downtown, marveling at the sky, how all the negative experiences in my life were washed away in this one moment, being able to experience such awesomeness. Well, here I am again, feeling the same way. Any negative experience I've had has been blotted out by this opportunity, this experience.
Oh, the twisties, they never become less awesome.
Ooh, my favorite roadsign.
Oooh, my other favorite.

Listening to: The A/C kick on.

The dog park.

2009-06-03T22:24:00.004-04:00

The other day I went to check out a dog park that I discovered online that was, conveniently, near home. After seeing it was quite nice, I retrieved the best girlfriend a bit later and returned. The weather has been so frickin nice lately, hell for months even. It gets to a nice 95 or so during the day, but it has rained sooo much that it has been nice and cool most of the time. It has really been nice to have the windows open and save tons on the electric bill.
This guy had a pug that was, I fergit how old now, eight weeks or something wow like that. Snickers de Mayo and the little pug were companions for a few, investigating...
...sniffing...
...and playing. I failed to take many pictures because I was too involved in life. I spent the last half of my visit there talking to a nice couple that apparently came there all the time. I had hoped to go back and see them the next day or two, but then I hadsta make an impromptu trip to NE GA to handle some bidniz.

Listening to: the silence of the peaceful house where napping and studying is taking place.

My new invention, well Neriah and I's new invention...

2009-05-31T08:42:00.004-04:00

Not the best picture, but I don't make the best pictures anyway. Yesterday, I was drinking and being creative. I busted out the sewing machine to sew an imitation carabiner into one of those neck things I got from a Navy recruiter at FSU.It had a flimsy little clip that I did not want to trust my key on. However, I did want one of these to hang a key. While I was drinking and sewing and conversing with Neriah, we developed an idea from the liquid pool of thunk we coagulated it into an awesome invention, the Beer Necklace. I somehow got a wild hair to tie a couple knots that were easily applied to the neck thing and a bottle. It was awesome. Even walking with slight deviations it swung and swayed beautifully, ready for me to grab it and partake of its goodness. I took the dog around the neighborhood for a pee/poop/sniff and it worked wonderfully, providing me with refreshment throughout the walk.

I am going to go sit in my recliner on the porch and read about sailing as I drink a morning beverage.

Listening to: Goin' Down, by Godsmack.

Like the late Colonel Sanders said, "I'm too drunk to taste this chicken"

2009-05-27T21:46:00.008-04:00

I must make it again

2009-05-21T09:04:00.005-04:00

Yesterday morning, it was at a good walking point, so Snickers de Mayo and I went for a pee/poop/sniff. The sky was amazing, as usual. It has rained now for a few days non-stop. It is so nice. It cracks me up to hear people complain about the crappy weather. I mean, we are in Florida right? Drought? Have they forgotten where we are, or just being negative people who like to complain about everything and wonder why there is so much negative in their lives? Anyway, so here I am on the whatever day, I dunno, they're all Sunday to me, sitting in my recliner on the porch as it rains ever so gently and the breeze caresses my cheek as Jimi caresses my ears, writing about life and thinking I need to finish a book, dammit.
Yesterday, I decided it was time to make that awesome chili again. Wait, supm's wrong...
Aaaah, that's better. Not so much emptiness. That's kinda depressing. Well, the coffee cup with the tea bag still in it, will remain empty. Damn, this Bud Light Lime is so good. I don't normally buy it because I usually buy the much cheaper, stronger Icehouse. However, it was on sale for way cheap, just barely more than Icehouse, so, well, I was compelled to partake. I was turned on to it by...Emily's (my ex-gf) Brother-in-law's cousin-in-law. Whew, that's a good one. Anyway, when Emily and I went up to the beach bum paradise in North Cackalacky for her sister's wedding, there was much beer to be sampled by a full-time beach bum. Then, I was introduced to this stuff that apparently replaced Tequiza, which I never tried, so it really meant nothing to me. However, this was damn good beer. It was like a Corona with a lime without the actual lime slice. Mmmm, they is good, and like Corona, go down so damn quickly.
Ooh, done, this stuff is so good.
I tried to make a nice presentation for a picture, but it is still just eh. You can hardly see that it's over brown rice with broccoli. Now, it's time to forget presentation and add some juice and hot sauce and eat it, mmm.

Listening to: Queer, by Garbage and the incessant nagging of my little inner voice telling me to finish this damn book.

Another awesome life experience

2009-05-21T08:48:00.006-04:00

The other day, the yungins and I went on downtown to our favorite lake. One of those super cool round swings was open so we hadta take the opportunity. Snickers and I sitted on one side and Neriah sitted one the other.
I tried to take a picture of us until my dumbassness was replaced by the realization that my daughter was standing right thar watching us.
This swing is so cool. I ain't never seed no big round one li'kiss.
I ain't never seed these kinda ducks neever. They were all smooth brown and grey. They just stood in a perfect formation like little soldiers. They were quite beautiful creatures. I was kinda surprised that I've never seen them before.

"Hey, what are you guys lookin at? I wanna see."
We went across the street to check out the little train station that we've been curious about for a while. It was pretty cool, so cool I took no pictures, oops. It was just a charming little train station with the benches out back by the tracks. Outside, as we were about to cross the street and return to the sidewalk around the lake, we noticed this alligator made of all kinds of interesting metal hinges, clasps, chains, etc. It was really cool. Lakeland has a handful of interesting pieces of artwork at various places downtown.
At the top of the lake, the road goes right up to the heart of downtown, which is what we followed to investigate the something going on. Oooh, a bicycle race, cool. I failed to get a picture of it, but on the last lap, a huge group from about eighth place back about 20 people experienced a big crash at this, the last turn. After the race was done, I, being the inquisitive person I am, asked some guy what this was and he said it was some state-level supm. It really tickled my fondness of riding bicycles. I usedta love riding 35 or 40 miles with a friend, it was awesome exercises.
Aaah, back to the lake and, not surprisingly, to a breathtaking view as we headed back ov'ar to retrieve our water bottles from the car.
Rhianna and sat on the wall over here sipping our waters while Neriah used his abundance of energies to give spins to lotsa childrens on this cool contraption. He went around about 482 times.
Later, we had a while before their mom was coming to get them, so we took Snickers de Mayo for a pee/poop/sniff. The rain was on the verge of busting the clouds open.

Listening to: Roll On, by Sneaker Pimps.

I don't feel like writing.

2009-05-16T09:02:00.002-04:00

I don't feel like it, still. I'm just gonna post these pictures of the awesome sky. Before this, I have accumulated 65 pictures of the past few days, but that's just too many to fumble with. If I do, I may just post the pictures.

Snickers de Mayo

2009-05-10T09:41:00.007-04:00

A while back, when we were still in Athens up'ar, and Rhianna was only a couple years younger but it looks like forever ( holy shite), and we still had Rusty, she posed for this impromptu, perfect frickin picture. I was rummaging through old pictures the other day and found it. I sent it to her and got the wild hair idea to take a similar picture with my new wiener.

Mine is nowhere near as good as the Rhianna/Rusty picture. I do love the big ears, though.
I love her. She has sweet dog breath, not the dead carcass breath that Zoee always has.
This is an artistic creation of Rhianna. She leaved it on the table and I just hadta include it, it's so awesome. My tin snips were on the table because I was using them to cut the hemp rope for that table and had yet to put them back in their toolbox home. She wasn't implying, by this picture, that she would cut his nose. That would be mean. The idea was that she could grab it and twist, thus breaking his nose, haha, very good drawing of tin snips, though.

Listening to: The alarm in my head telling me to get ready to go on down to my sister's beach bum paradise and the whistling of a few very nice sounding birds that are saying how nice it is while it's still morning, before it becomes OMFhot.

Hot, drunk, woot! Ok, now that I'm finally writing this, morning sleepy, cool, inspired...

2009-05-07T20:18:00.011-04:00

OMFgold. It's like a gold overdose. My sister was going through her new fiance's beach bum paradise of a house, because it is now theirs and in need of her womanly touch, of course. So, she found these tables in the bar and knew of a brother in need, so they gots donated. They are only about 30 or so years old and much in need of supm.
I gotta wild hair the other day to remove all the exorbitant amount of gold and replace it with some hemp rope. I just finished it this morning. I am pretty stoked. I like the way it turned out.
Yesterday, I took Snickers to her first vet visit for a general exam.
It was 88, but with the windows down and the sunroof open, it felt so nice. I am really digging it down here, now. This life experience has developed into something I am very thankful for.
ahhh, yeah, like this.
She taked my wiener away to check a couple dry spots.
She's back, now we gotsta wait for the doc to check the skin scrapings. I got too accustomed to being a Naval Officer, and therefore doing whatever the hell I want. Now, being a full-time beach bum just adds to my attitude. So, I decided to take Snickers outside to ptinkle since we were waiting anyway. Then, while we were meandering, Alane, the volunteer coordinator came by and I surely would not pass up an opportunity to see her new office. Spending a few minutes admiring her beautiful face and listening to her sweet voice is an easy substitute for sitting in there waiting on the vet.
We left the vet after all was determined good and went on downtown to my favorite lake. The sky, as well as the rest of the world around us, was amazing, as usual.
I hung her lease on a branch so I could take a few pictures right kweeick.
What is my leash attached to up there? I love those big, floppy ears.
Ah, the proud weiner pose. Damn, she's beautiful.
Some kids were been chapperoned by a couple womans. I didn't get the name on their shirts. They was feeding the birdies.
As is so often the case, these guys looked so much better in real life.
Same here. This was an interesting train of ducks crossing the walkway, with one straggler way behind.
This was cool, a rare sight, prolly because I haven't had a dog. This swan hissed at us and bowed up as it came on toward us and dared us to twitch in its direction. Really cool. Snickers wasn't really interested in confronting this huge hissing thing. I hadta get a picture, at least, unfortunately, however, I failed to capture the hissing mouth.

Listening to: Don't Stop, by Fleetwood Mac.

Whew, sweating is much better than freezing

2009-05-04T14:08:00.015-04:00

The other day Neriah gave us another rocket launch show. The sky was, as it often is down here, a nice backdrop.
I pulled my beach chair outta the trunk for the installation of another engine.
Wow, I mean, really, wow.
Then, they busted out the goods for target practicing with the slingshot, bow, and bb gun.
After, we were done with that 95 degree absorption fest, we packed us a lunch and headed on downtown to our favorite lake.
I just hadta stop right down the street from the heezy, yo, and see the aminals. This li'l guy jumped up when I came to the fence, as if to say, "hey, who is you and why are you making me nervous?"
As I went around the front to see my original intended target, this guy rushed on over to see me. I was flattered that he wanted to see me, but then I realized it was supm yummy he was hoping for. Unfortunately, I had nutn but greetings today. I was anxious to make the joke that never gets old.
You guys are such asses. ahahahahaha.
I hadta stop and get a picture of this awesome sky, wow.
...and some more. After a couple years down here, it still never gets old.
The publix cake water tank, so cool.
I just happened to notice this place is on my way downtown. I'm thinkin on volunteering with Habitat for Humanity. The SPCA was awesome, but I really want to offer my time and energy with supm that helps human-types.
Did I mention, wow?
On the way over to the stairs, upon which Neriah and I planned to make the exercisings, they had to grab a couple shots of a happy li'l duck family.
Aw, what the hell, I guess I will, too.
The proud mom and dad, blurry a bit.
There are a couple black swans that live in this lake. This guy was nuzzling his head under his wing to takes a nap.
Ahh, the stairs. Our favorite exercising challenge.
Rhianna found a nice spot to read while we sweated.
We had yet to actually walk through the gardens, so before we retrieved our lunches from the car, we strolled on through. Neriah found a nice bench for lake-type viewings, just inside the lake-side entrance.
I figgered I'd try this bench.
I told Neriah earlier when he came outta the bafroom that he's got a bit of a chest. If we do the push-ups we have talked about doing, he could muscle up nicely. If we also continue to do the stairs and other things, we can also get rid of the belly fat that we have both accumulated. He's only 11, so it's far more excusable.
There are some patches of lawn in the garden that are just amazing, all perfectly manicured.
This is up in the open round area where they do the wedding ceremonies. This woman with a nice, thick, round booty just happened to stroll through my shot. It's nice, if yer into that sorta thing. ;-) Besides that, the view was/is awesome up hyah.
I love this little alcove just behind the open round area.
Hmm, they see supm cool ov'ar...
The typical response to a camera being aimed at Neriah.
Ok, how about not like a goon this time. Wow, I think he's gonna explode, could he look any more restrained?
Ahh, he is such a sweet boy. He's very affectionate and loving, despite his sister's constant harrassment and, 'ew, get away' Yeah, understandable, I know. This was a nice picture for their mom, regardless.
Inspecting a cool piece of art.
Hey, what's this?, another bench, well, ok.
After the garden, it was time to fetch our lunch outda car. However, the sun is at it's 482 degree high point. Neriah led us to a shaded spot.
Ahhh, much nicer over here.
After lunchings, we put our unneeded goods back in the car and returned to the bottom of the grass steps to lounge and soak in this awesome view.
I am so thankful for every opportunity like this, laying back on the grass, beneath a breathtaking sky, feeding my brain with some readings.
Wow, it's a bit warm.

I had Rhianna take a picture of my ugly mug. I just noticed that I have eliminated my Farmer Bob tan lines. I finally have the full-time beach bum tan.

Listening to: The fan.

It never gets old. I love life.

2009-04-29T19:50:00.005-04:00

This morning, I was feeling compelled to go face the stairs again. As it so often is down here, the sky was frickin wow on the way downtown. Ya know, I often comment about how my camera, even though it is 10mp and kigass, fails to capture the awesome spectacle that is the world around us. Well, supm I noticed this morning, it also fails to capture my dirty arse windshield, which is ooook.
I parked in front of the Magnolia Building, which is where that cafe is on the lake side and the place where they do all the preparatory staging for the weddings they do ov'ar in the Hollis Garden. I like to park over here because it is in a nice equidistant spot between the stairs and the bafroom.
The entrance to the Hollis Garden ov'ar. A lot of these pictures are likely redundant or will be soon, but the experience never gets old. I am thankful for every opportunity to experience these places.
The path on down to the lake is walled on that side by huge Magnolia trees with their huge sweet smelling flowers.
Damn, it's so beautiful today. There are peeps down'ar sitting on the grass.
There's my pee pee spot. Rhianna loves that building because of its beautifulness. It is pretty sweet. Its like three shades of green stucco.
Aaaah, the huge grass steps that lead down to the lake. I plan to come back here and sit a spell, as they say in the South. However, first I must go see the stairs.
Wow, can't help but have a 'king of the mountain' feeling. It is really breathtaking up here. After a few laps up and down...damn, the smell of somebuddy grillin is wafting through the porch. I think I need to go meet some neighbors. hehe. Anyway, it was quite nice. I got a nice pump and then it was time to go visit the lil boys room before a bit o' reading.
Aaaah, the grass and, no, that's not my belly, it's my ribcage. My belly is less than the four-pack I usedta have, but it is at least flat.
I tried leaning back to look up at the amazing sky, but I could only take this shot before uprighting myself again. I was still too hot and sweaty, so the grass just made me itchy like crazy. That momentary picture time was worth it, though, wow.
I was gonna go over to the other lake that is more conducive to just exercising than reading, but I remembered they doesn't has the bafrooms and it's too much of a walk to not has bafrooms, so I just went home and drinked a buncha water. Then, I decided to walk around the 'hood, yo. I like this neighborhood because it is so good fer walking.

I is done.

Listening to: The fan sucking this nice, cool air inside.

Another awesome change for the better

2009-04-26T22:55:00.011-04:00

Ok, this one, chronologically, goes at the end, but it's a good one to start with. Thankfully, an ugly bastard can make beautiful kids anyway.
Shalane gave me the idea to put it in some rice. It was way after the fact, but I figgered what the hell. I could try it for a few hours while we go smash coins. The night before, Rhianna deposited her phone into the terlit. Fortunately, it was before she added any colorful contaminants to the nice clear water. So, being the smart girl she is, she brought the phone right to me. I turned it off and took it apart to let it dry out over night, at least. Then, we still let it dry in the rice for a while as we experienced our day's adventure. It had a wet spot in the screen later, but worked fine. When her mom came to get them today, it had dried completely and had only a couple minor spots on the screen.
We laid our offering on the tracks for the smush god.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, 1:21 right? Well, the street fair thing ov'ar closes up shop at 2, so let's go on ov'ar since it's quarter til and maybe it's late self will show up in the next few.
This guy was in the process of carving some new creation. He had some pretty awesome offerings.

Ok, back over here to wait summo. hmm, hmm, hmm. Okay, I guess the train isn't coming right now. It's a good time for lunchings anyway. Let's go home and eat food, shall we? We'll come back for the one this evening.
After eating foods, we came on back to the lake, which is right by where we needsta meet the train god with our coin offerings. Rhianna was quite impressed with these big grass steps. It's my favorite place to lay back on the grass and look at the sky between reading and people watching.
When you are coming down the grass steps toward the lake, the view is breathtaking.
I hadn't taken them through the gardens over here on the edge of the lake, where they do weddings regularly. On the way to the other side with the stairs that I wanted a couple passes at, we walked through real quick. I could write an entry with 50 pictures about just the gardens. However, not right now, and prolly never, there is too much life for me to write about. It is indeed amazing, though.
Ah, the stairs, a beatiful view, indeed, to go with a bit of exercise. I was only planning to do a couple laps up and down. Neriah, sat on the grass and watched until he felt compelled to come and show me what his young motivated self could do. He lapped me quickly and then challenged me. It was just like the Tortoise and the Hare, which I continually pointed out. I also made the reference to Chip in Talladega Nights, 'the field mouse is fast, but the owl sees at night, ahahahaha'. I kept saying it.

He did the Hare thing and arrogantly flaunted his bursts of speed as I kept right behind him, slow and steady. As he started getting tired, he let me pass him a few times as he rested. His sister tried to disqualify him, but I said he wasn't quitting, it's coo, baybeh.
Man look at the speedy way he zips up and down.
It's time for the shirt to come off. I is gettin all nice and sweaty now.
I am determined to run again.
Rhianna was taking some cool pictures while waiting for us to play our man-games.
She parked behind a palm tree and took all kinds of pictures, supm like 147. I grabbed a bunch of her camera, which is why there are so many of her sweet, beautiful face, and also why there are very few of her brother. ;-)
She managed to take a lot of self-portraits.
cutie pie.
Her secret, stalker-behind-a-tree view.
Damn, she's frickin beautiful.
:-)
tired, but slow and steady.
beautiful.
Yeah, he's winded as I mock him and harass him. ;-)
hehe.
The ring, Emily got for here while we were up at the beach bum paradise. It's a shame that our awesomeness couldn't be more complementary.
I can see up yer nose.
It's easy to see what would cause a father's rage.
I didn't just go one step beyond him after he quit. I went ahead and did a full lap to make a decisive victory. I was tired, sho nuff, but I would have to be crawling and bleeding before I quit and let my son win. I have a drill sergeant to thank for that, quitting is not an option. It's good because I want him to learn that, well except against his dad. ;-) I pointed this out to him, referencing what I have always said, 'I have seen cold on the ship that would make an eskimo cry.' This time, I said, 'I have seen days that would make Arnold Schwarzenegger cry'. That was what finally did him in. He got a clearer picture that I would never quit. So, just in time, my phone alarmed train god time about five minutes ago.
We had plenty of time to line up our coins, but didn't hafta wait too long. It was very much on time this time.

It has yet to be less than awe-inspiring. Standing next to a train rolling by is an awesome spectacle of force and mass.
One of each, wow.

Listening to: Crash, by Dave Matthews.

Thank God for beer

2009-04-23T16:40:00.006-04:00

Hey, supm dudn't look right about that seat. A while back, when it was still Emily's car, the passenger seat quit leaning back. I was over at Shalane's the other day doing laundry and got a wild hair. I just pulled the seat out real quick. Saturns are awesome that way, they are so easy to work on. Two bolts, unhook the front and bam, easy deal. So, I fixed it, yay.
I went by the Saturn dealership the other day to get a brochure, a picture for me to dream about. I was leaving and I whipped it around and decided to test drive this one, my new dream car. I was thinking, for years now, that I wanted an Acura TL. They are such an amazing car. We went and looked at them back before the ex-wife-creature and I bought the Pathfinder. Recently, I thought, eh, it's kinda not for me anymore, maybe a TSX. That seemed more ideal. Then, I started thinking, wait a minute, the Saturn coupe has the suicide doors and Saturns are so easy to work on, how about a Saturn with less miles and maybe more comfortable? So, I found it, not even looking. This one is a 3-series, so bigger engine, same sunroof and stereo, but more comfortable leather seats and less miles. It is blue, also, which tells me it is clearly my car. The one I have now is red, which I have grown to love, but blue just says it is mine.
One of the most beautiful cars I've ever seen.
The other day I decided to put on some 'real' shoes and walk around Lake Mirror and use the stairs over there to help strengthen my leg muscles and make me able to run again.

As I walked around the lake, I was breathtooked by the awesomeness of the sky. I also looked into the shallow water and saw a turtle that had the biggest head I've ever seen, too cool. Some big arse fish, too. I dunno, Carp or supm.
The stairs. I went up and down a dozen or so times. I even ran, with the assistance of the rail. Damn, it felt good. I got nice and sweaty.
Yesterday, I was reading an old Men's Health, one with Jason Statham, he's the man, and I saw a recipe for something called Three Amigos Chili. I felt compelled to make it today. I went to get just a couple cans o' beans and needed some beer anyway...
It turned out really good. I haven't cooked much in the past couple years. It was nice for it to turn out so nice. It was a nice complement to my one beer. Speaking of which, I believe I am going to take a lap 'round the 'hood before I has another one beer.

Listening to: Sleep to dream, by Fiona Apple.

woot!

2009-04-03T21:13:00.003-04:00

I'm drunk, so whu-evah. I can use whatever damn picture I want.

Not feeling like writing. Ghosts of Mars, she said it's dumb, ain't arguing that, Natasha Henstridge, mmm, purdy mouth, Jason Statham, badass merferker, need a refill...

Listeningt to: Ghosts of Matrs.

Things are a changin'

2009-03-31T14:58:00.005-04:00

It's back up to oh-my-hot, almost oh-my-frickin-hot. Still quite nice with the windows down and the sunroof open. Ahhhh, until the sprinkles become enough rain to hasta close it up.

I was watching the news and reading some online items about Obama's workings. I wasn't feeling too good about the 'popular' candidate getting the job. After he did, I just hoped for the best. Now, however, I'm thinking, while there are obvious things for the conservative Republican-types to be unsettled about, these dramatic changes that he has touted his intentions about will get us back on track as a country and maybe even get us to the new stage of evolution as a world. I don't feel like writing all my thunks right now, so I is gonna keep it light and easy.
I only caught the front end by the time I brought the camera to the ready position. This was one of a few trucks going through the weigh station down'ar carrying one of these mammoth pole things. The front end shown here was all skinny and even at its skinniest was still as big around as my waist. The back of this very large creation was prolly four feet across. It looked like it prolly weighed a few pounds.
Damn, A/C time. As usual in Florida, it was about five minutes before I could open it up again.
I love this tree. It's right outside the townhomes ovar.
This is an awesome back porch. I usedta love sitting out here and just soaking in the awesomeness.
Yeah, like this.
The other day, when I came over here to get the kids, it was a nice cool 82.
As I so often am here, I was awestruck by the sky and how breathtaking it was.
The gate is closed during the day, hmm, must be supm wrong widdit.
I think I need to look at my camera settings because the sky can be bright and sunny and it ends up looking grey when I take a picture. hmm?
Neriah playing with the phone I got him. The guy that helped me with my replacement phone had to work a deal in which I ended up with another line, but it was actually cheaper. So, I figgered Neriah could be using that line. The guy that helped me hooked me up with a 'loaner phone' for free. It shows a bit of wear, but it's a pretty alright RAZR.

I am over here at Shalane's and I think I'm gonna head out on the back porch with the book that ended up in her books, my copy of Animal Farm. I feel compelled to read it again. I have had my fill of the brain sucker right now.

Listening to: Biscuit, by Portishead.

Damn, my butt is sore

2009-03-26T00:20:00.006-04:00

I hobbled around more than I have been used to. So, now my butt hurts. That'sokay mang. It's good pain. When I went to leave the other morning it was all nice and wet from the nice cool rain that came and actually stayed for a couple days. It was quite nice.

This guy ended up in the bathroom so I had to put him outside so he could get some food and drink. He was one-a them cool giant-sized tree frogs that we usedta have come visit us over'ta townhouse, well, I guess Shalane prolly still has them come visit. They usedta just jump right in the front door when I would open it, too cool.

The ride up to the SPCA for volunteerings is always beautiful.
ahhh.
I didn't spend much time at the SPCA. I was just feeling kinda tapped. So, after I left there, I went investigating some other lakes that I hadn't been to yet. I discovered that I hadn't been missing anything. They were all beautiful, of course, but not very user friendly. Nice to know, ya know.
So, after my journey of discovery, I went back to my favoritest, Lake Mirror. I had to remove my disguise and look more beach bum-like, so I took off my volunteer t-shirt and my boots and felt the sun on my skin and the grass and rocks on my feet. I also grabbed a book, of course.

I returned to my favorite spot and laid back on the grass as I leaned over my book and fed my brain for a few.
In between, I did the usual looking around and feasting on the sights. There was a nice older couple walking around enjoying the awesomeness.
On the way out, I couldn't help but notice the view of the sky and the auditorium and this tree, wow, good stuff.
Wow, I guess I can blame the tiredness, but I'm not feeling like my usual long-winded self. Now, that it's mine, I really love that little car.

Listening to: Friends.

Today in my most appreciated life experience

2009-03-22T19:25:00.019-04:00

This morning, well afternoon, after Shalane came to get the kids, I came on down to my new favorite lake. On the way, however, I wanted to come back down here to the park adjacent to where the curb market was yesterday. I parked in the same lot and hadta p-tinkle so I went across the street to a place called Crispers. I had never been there and looked forward to an excuse to investigate. It was a lot more than I expected, quite an awesome place.
I returned to the park after relieving my bladder of excess pressures. wow. I brought my bag, but after opening my computer for just a few minutes, I returned it to the bag and decided to write in my beach notebook. I don't feel too keen on the idea of using the brain sucker when I am engulfed in the awesomeness of the world.
In the center of this picture, ovar was a guy playin a geetar, cool. While I was sitting there, some girls, 5 or 6, got out of a couple vehicles and carried some shoulder bags and a large plastic milk crate kinda thing and started directly in front of me. I jokingly said, 'oh, yer bringing me drinks'. When one of them handed me a Gatorade, I thought, 'oh crap I just asked for supm they're selling'. Nope, another one asked me if I wanted a sammidge. I said no thanks and quickly realized that the guys ovar that struck me as well-groomed homeless were indeed, likely, homeless. These girls, I presumed, did this every Sunday, evidenced by what seemed to be a typical expectant congregation awaiting them. They walked around handing out Gatorades and sammidges. Frickin cool. I sat there for a few and then, as I was fitna leave, I walked on over to get a closer listen at the geetar guy. I frowed a dollar in his geetar case and gived him the Gatorade that I didn't really feel like drinkin anyway.

On the way back to the car, I decided to try and gather some info for my other life dream, a junkyard/go-cart track/campground/thrift store/scratch-n-dent grocery on about 25 acres of undeveloped land in AZ on the Mexican border that would implement alternative energy/fuels and offer homeless peeps an opportunity to regain some dignity and experience abundance beyond what they have known. However, the guy I tried to talk to about the very sensitive subject wasn't interested and, even after I told him I wasn't trying to sell anything, he said he just wanted to be alone. Well, practice.
I went back to Lake Mirror, where I was the day before with the kids. I decided to nose around a bit and see what else was there. It was apparent there was more, but we spent our limited time to see the other side. Today, I checked out the other side, which was far more impressive than what we saw yesterday. There was this cool, walkthrough water squitring thing next to the kid play area with all kindsa cool stuff. I passed this on my way over to the big building where the restrooms, that I just happened to need, were located.
I walked around another building ovar and saw it was called a 'supm building' I fergit. It looked like some kinda place where they do formal events, such as weddings. Just past it was the Hollis Garden, a spectacular place, where they apparently do weddings.
Just inside, a pair of couples strolled down a path and observed the trees, etc.
As I turned around and looked back at the top end, I was surprised to see a little alcove, beautiful.
I turned around to see the breathtaking view down over the garden to the lake, down below. This guy was tending to the garden by watering, weeding, etc. Some chairs adverted the coming wedding.
On my way down to Lake Mirror again, with my book in hand and my bare hillbilly feet sampling every texture along my exploratory journey.

As I exited the garden.
Looking back at the gated entryway atop the stairs.
Ovar is where we started yesterday.
I headed back toward it, but not that far. I saw this awesome stepped, plateau'd thing. I think I'll sit ovar.
I sat on the edge of the wall with grass under my buttocks. There's the gated supm we checked out yesterday.
I laid back and read. I scooted on back and crossed my legs as I laid back in the grass. There's the bookmark that Rhianna made me back in the middle of last year. It's the coolest.
wow.
There was supm goin on at the auditorium. I never did find out what it was.

When I looked back toward the lake, during one of my breaks from reading, I looked around at the sky, the trees, the lake, across the lake, the fountain spraying in the lake, the people walking by and around, the kids running around and some guy walking toward me. He introduced himself, Eduardo?, I don't remember honestly. He asked me if I loved God. I said I did. So, he said he just wanted to pray with me, which he did. Once again, not exactly my beliefs but still nice.
I laid back and felt the grass all over my laid-on parts. I looked up and took an eyeballfull of the awesome sky before I closed my eyes to meditate. Just before I laid back, I rested on my elbows and gazed across the lake thinking about how significant it was that I met Karla and how she helped further my spiritual evolution. I love her, I thought, just before I laid back and closed my eyes.

Once again, my 'plans' and 'intentions' are not congruent with what my dynamic path through this life experience is. I was wrestling with my feelings for a week or so. I love the spiritual and intellectual way she inspires and excites me. Ok, I guess that's an 'ed' thing, as in past tense. Anyway, I was/am feeling really burned out on the whole love thing. I felt like I was just going through the motions, doing what I knew how to do. I do it so well apparently that she is not liking me because I wasn't true to what she felt and, being a f***ed up Aquarian male, am too analytical and capable of disconnecting from my feelings. So, I am sorry that I have made her not happy after a couple months of being honest in a way that seems dishonest to her.

When I stopped meditating, I felt the wonderful peace that resembles waking from a restful nap and I decided it was time to go back to visit that bathroom ovar.

When I came back down, I decided to do some reading on one of those benches ovar. I sat there and did the same thing I did on the grassy spot ovar. I read, looked around, read, talked to people, read, looked around some more...

Then, I noticed the wedding participants preparing for the big event. I noticed the adorable little flower girl and then with not much effort I noticed the woman who was guiding her little torpedo self around, a nice thick, smooth skinned goddess.
Cute kid, and quit looking at her smooth skin. Time to return to the bench. I am not a wedding photographer.
Oh, hey, it's the star of the event, the bride, being escorted, by, dad? I dunno.
That's really a beautiful thing.
Holy crap, she's a pale-skinned, freckly redhead! I just happened to be grabbing pictures when there was a veil mishap. I am, once again thankful for the experience I am allowed to have.

After the ceremony, they came back down and the whole group of participants gathered at the bottom of the stairs for photographer direction. The short-haired lady was some tattooed freak that was apparently the wedding planner. She made sure eveything was just so.
As I sat looking around, I noticed someone looking at something in the water, so I walked over to the wall at the lake's edge. It was a white swan swimming around right there. Beautiful, of course, but as I looked around, I saw a beautiful black swan on the step area thing over there just above the water. I hadta go get a picture. It was truly a spectacular creature.
I returned to my bench, well one bench over actually because it was in the shade of a beautiful young tree, to look around a bit more.
Then, after I spent the afternoon there, the clouds of wetness rolled in. I kept watching them to see if they were gonna skirt right on next to us. Then, I felt a drip, drop, drop, drop. Ok, time to go, I guess. It was a beautiful afternoon.

Listening to: the commercials in between 'Must Love Dogs', a pretty good movie.

yesterdee

2009-03-22T18:49:00.019-04:00

Yesterday morning, Neriah helped me to pack us a nice lunch complete with the bliss making meatloaf sammidges. As Neriah, Rhianna and I headed on down tha road a piece, I just hadta turn around and take a picture of these amazing creations, Novas, old, first or second generation, and newer, third generation, both of which I really love. However, the third generation, on the right, is my favorite. Damn, that's a sweet car. I'm not sure which place it is, but it's definitely in my top 5, with the El Camino, the 9th generation Chevy full-size truck, the 9th generation Suburban and the Corvette.
The sky was breathtaking as usual, since I came down here a little over a year and a half ago.
I've driven by this thing a handful o' times, but finally got a wild hair to get a picture of this water tower shaped like a Publix cake. I ain't never seed a water tower that looks like a cake.
As we were heading down Main street into downtown Lakeland, it became increasingly beautifuller.
We started seeing the light poles and trees dotting the sidewalks.
The center vein through town and to other towns.
Cool old beast crossed through my shot just in time. That thar's Lake Mirror downar.
I said, 'don't pose', so, they just stood there 'not posing, posing'. Yeah, wonderful, gotta love the childrens.
Rhianna capturing some of the awesome spectacle that we are so fortunate to experience. The change in our intended experience was her batteries dying. Taking advantage of the technological advances that are now so easily taken advantage of by the less appreciative, I took her memory card out of her camera and put it in my camera so that she could just use mine. The few times I wanted to take a picture or two, I just swapped the memory cards again. So easy, or such an inconvenience to someone who maybe didn't have to dial a rotary phone and remain tethered to the phone because there was no such thing as frickin 'cordless' or maybe didn't somehow gain an appreciation because yer just a frickin awesome kid. Damn, I love my punk, darlings. Anyway, so my appreciation is for the fact that it's so damn easy to swap memory cards between cameras, phones, computers and no developing of the many pictures we take every day. Oh, I don't like that one -delete-. No wasted developing chemicals, papers, etc. Frickin awesome.
When I first came ovah hyah to check out this art thing, I thought this was someone carrying a big wad of supm like plastic bags or supm. Then, I saw it was a new bride going to a photographer chosen spot for picture time.
This was, most assuredly, a rare opportunity. I didn't even capture it well enough. It was swan sexytime, cool.
More bride posings.
Across Lake Mirror. Hey, we asked, what is that ovar? I dunno, I says, let's go see.
As we journeyed to the far side of the lake, we observid the interesting sights along the way.
Rhianna made use of the flower her bruvver gived her. Damn, she's beautiful.
Neriah action, just like me, two speeds, full throttle and stop.
We made it. Now our starting point is the far side. Neriah was stoked that the lake was so shallow and you could reach that rock right there. His apprehension about reaching down there was quickly overcome by his insatiable desire to experience. I'm so glad that he is built the way he is.
This is what it is. Still, even now, not sure what exactly it is. I will find out when I find out. The middle one is some kinda gate with chains and a lock, of course, ooh supm good inar fer sure.
It was like a long corridor from either end where there was a big wooden door. All along the far wall, about ten feet back was stone benches. I really look forward to finding out what it be.
There were stairs that winded on up, just above the big gated entryways to the street level over here offering an awesome view. That big art thing is just above Neriah's head in this picture.
We walked back around to the other side, where I retrieved my flippers from the tattooed freak who was guarding them while she readed on a bench, and got back in the car to head onto another lake where we could eat our lunch. Neriah started to get the lunch items, but I corrected him as if he was just being too presumptuous, expecting him to just read my mind and know this was not my intended lunch spot. Yeah, I still gots to work on myself.

Anyway, we just decided to look at the downtown area a bit because it was so cool. We saw an outdoor supm, street fair type-a thing. So we turned around and, as I looked for a spot, I noticed a parking lot by Munn Park. We parked and, as we just crossed the tracks, a train caused the crossing bars at that road ovar and then shortly after, on this road right here that our sidewalk was adjacent to to come on down. ding, ding, ding. cool picture opportunity.
Then, I figgered this was indeed a rare opportunity, to take a picture of a train coming straight at me as I stand on the tracks, too cool fer school.
The Lakeland Farmers Curb Market. There was only one person selling produce items, such as peppers. There was also one person selling plants. The rest, maybe 10 or 15, were selling different cool items like leather goods, hemp braided items, sauce/marinades, unique items made from recycled materials, such as clothes or hula hoops and other things that we really didn't get the opportunity to see because we arrived right at closin time, so by the time we visited the first few tables, the rest were mostly packed up. It is a Saturday thing though, so I can see us going again.
Oh yeah, there's the hemp stuff and the hula hoops.
This lady held up a sign for me to include in my picture. They were packing up, but I caught a glimpse at these loofa sponges that are actually the guts of a certain squash, too cool, I didn't know there was such a thing. They were just like the ones that are ocean creatures.

Once we went to two other lakes, the library and ate our lunch in between, I just quit taking pictures, oops. Good opportunities, but they will just hafta be selfish experiences confined to my memory.

Listening to: Down with the sickness, by Disturbed.

Don't have any pictures today...

2009-03-17T14:07:00.002-04:00

Huh, huh, beaver. I love that picture. I can't help but lugh when I look through my pictures and see it. Anyway, I am using it this time because I left the camera in the car and I don't feel like devoting too much time to this one. I want to read. I am spending the night with the kids tonight because their momma is going to a hockey game with her new friend. I went to a couple stores looking for something that is not too easy to find because of a need and a want. Yeah, cryptic writing, sorry, it's a secret, personal and all that crap ya know.

So, after a couple store searches, as I make my way on over to Shalane's, I stopped over here at what used to be my favorite Starbucks. I intend to just read fer a few before I hit one more sto on the way to Shalane's. I just wanted to take a minute to write about this awesome moment in life. I mean, originally, and it has not changed, this blog was/is intended to be a documentation of this dynamic life, something I can go back and read and note how much has changed and, very simply, be thankful for the awesomeness that I am fortunate to experience every day, frickin wow.

Again I say, So, after a couple sto searches, here I sit in this nice comfy chair marveling at how I am, once again, fortunate enough to have this experience. I gots me a wild hair today and got an apple fritter with my usual plain ol' decaf coffee. Damn, it was good. I have spent enough time with the brain sucker out.

Listening to: some cool Starbucks music comin outda speaker up'ar.