As Jackie so rightly pointed out, it’s been a long damn time since either of us posted anything here. Sorry about that. Joe’s busy indulging his itchy pants, and I’m busy becoming a WordPress Mastah. This doesn’t mean this blog will get any more exciting, but it does mean both Joe and I know how to tweak it to death.
We’ll do better soon, I hope.
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Things I do without you guys……
1) Watch Biggest Loser and dream a dream of Jillian kicking Bob’s arse. She’ll snap him like a twig.
2) Patrol the yard for the coyote that’s been taking down Canadian geese. He’s a serial killer on a weekly schedule, I swear, until today. He didn’t eat today. But I don’t want to stop him, no, I want to scratch his ears and kiss him and love him and tell him what a good boy he is and show him where the eggs are so he can eat those too. 3 down, 11 to go.
3) Rewatch my DVD’s of HBO’s The Wire. BEST SHOW EVER.
4) Count the days until Chicago Mayor Richard Daley is declared insane. He proclaimed today “Speak like Shakespeare Day” in honor of Bill’s birthday. He wants to put cameras on the street sweepers. To fight terrorism, he pulled out the heavy equipment to carve gigantic X’s on the runways at Meigs Field. And of course, he wants the Olympics.
5) Ponder stupid things like this; If it rains and snows in December, it’s a wintry mix. If it rains and snows in April it’s just rain and snow. Shouldn’t it be a springtry mix?
6) Tell my 4 year-old daughter for the 343rd consecutive day that “no, we are not going to Disney World tomorrow.”
7) Find new and interesting ways to poison my kids with my cooking. At least that’s what they’ll tell you.
8) Count my zits after my 40th birthday. WTF?!?!? Will this madness ever end?!?!? My melon is bare and my beard is graying for crying out loud!!!!!!
9) Clean goose crap from my bike tires. Did I mention that I hate geese?
10) Went owling with my son. Might have seen one, but it was very dark and quite far away and it flew below the tree line right away, but talk about some heavy duty father-son bonding……that was sweet.
See other Dave, at work we ponder things like, What is the difference between a bog, a wetland, a marsh, a quagmire, a swamp? Is there a difference? How is a bayou different from a swamp?Are there different animals, or or plants, is there a water depth minimum for each? Can anybody answer these questions? I’m loosing sleep over it all.
If the man with the missing teeth named Jean-Baptiste Thibodeaux is charging you $40 a head to see said swamp from the deck of his airboat, it’s a bayou. You’re welcome. Get some sleep — house fires always start at freakin’ 2 a.m.
Jim,
And now you can ponder things like “What exactly do they teach at hooker survival school besides how to properly get thrown out of a moving vehicle.”
There’s got to be an interesting story behind that comment.
…if the swamp is in England its a bog.