Boldly going

One Year Ago Today...

Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back the land
The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating
Ain't no use to stay and make a stand


Well the morning light shows water in the valley
Daddy's grave just went below the line
Things to say, you just can't take em with ya
This flood will swallow all you've left behind

Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone


Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here
Turn my back on what I've left below
Shifting land, broken farms around me
Muddy water's changing all I know


It's hard to say just what I'm losing
Ain't never felt so all alone


Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home


Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone


Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water's changing all I know
Muddy water's changing all I know
Lord, this muddy water is taking back my home

(J. Bundrick)

Road trip, anyone?

The Holyland Experience.

Any takers? Eh?

Friggin Fleas

How exactly do indoor cats get fleas? This I'd like to know.

How to deal with said problem:
Send wife and children out for the afternoon.
Purchase $40 worth of flea sprays and powders.
Cover rugs with powder, leave for an hour.
Corral 3 cats in the bathroom (one at a time) and spray entire bodies with noxious smelling liquid.
Wash every god damn surface they sit, lie or walk on.
Rue the day you became a cat owner.

We'll have to wait and see if this does the trick.

Hey, there's my moral outrage!

Like most Americans, I have a tendency to forget. Even when I’m remind not to, the daily grind of life tends to dull the sense and distract attention. Life, for some, goes on.

So thank you, Spike Lee, for raising my ire once again. I watched the first part of
“When the Levees Broke” last night. My heart ached once again watching the misery and suffering of helpless people betrayed by their own country. I got angry all over again.

I think I summed up my initial reaction pretty well here. I still feel that way, and watching the documentary only brought that point home more. How do I explain to my children the abject stupidity of our elected leaders? All I can say is I didn’t vote for the asshole.

No, I’ll never forget. I don’t think many people will. Be it September 11th, be it Katrina, people won’t forget. What they will forget, and what they have already forgotten, is that people are still suffering. The problems have not been fixed. And the people responsible are still making bucks and shitting on the Constitution.

Don’t wave your flags at me, brother. Get off your doublewide ass and do something about this country.

Some TLC needed

Can someone please explain to me how a house with a completely gutted attic for a second floor can be called a 3-4 bedroom?

The first floor had a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a pantry. That’s it. The second floor was totally unfinished, bare rafters and all. There was room for maybe 2 bedrooms.

What the fuck, yo?

Shit for shitheads

As in neighbors.

I don't think I've made any secret about how much I hate the muther fuckin trailer trash asswipes who live upstairs from us.

So, today is trash day. Yesterday, the idiot upstairs was making a lot of banging oise out on the deck above our porch. Seems he got the bright idea of putting down astro turf on his deck. So he's hammering in staples to keep it down. Seeing as it was Trash Day Eve, I decided to empty both diaper genies. I threw both piles of diapres onto the porch with the intention of putting them in the barrel after I collected the rest of the trash.

A few minutes later, I went out on the porch to have a smoke. As I'm standing over the ripening bags of diapers, I hear the ass upstairs yell: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that shit ass diaper smell? God, that smells!"

I chuckled to myself and decided to leave the bags sitting there until much later that night. Funny, they didn't hang out grilling on their deck last night.

You call this a house?

So, KG and I met our real estate agent today. PW is very nice. We looked at 2 houses in Abington.

The first house is apparently owned by stoners. They had a note on the door warning people not to let their cat out. The cat's name: Sativa. We also noted more than one 420 sticker. Cute, eh?

The house needs a fair amount of work. Horsehair plaster: not good. Needs an exterior paint job. The basement was partially finished, with a second kitchen. We actually liked that best. The bedrooms were small, very little closet space. We didn't love it.

The second house... bigger, roomier. Needs TLC? Fuck that, it needs a new roof. Water damage everywhere, the back deck is rotted, dirt floor basement, very little closet space. Out of the 2 of them, I'd have to go with the first one.

It was only 2 viewings, but it turned into an all day ordeal. I had to drive to Attleboro forst thing in the morning to pick up the Divas so they could watch the kids while we went out. Then I had to drive them back. Got home... had several emails from PW that I had to go through and pick out what we want to see next. Next Saturday we'll be looking at 5 houses in Quincy.

So, I did not get to go to RB's BBQ. I spent my whole day either driving up and down 95 or scrolling through page after page of MSL listings. I guess we're in for a lot of work.

But best of all, he's fun!

Coolest freakin toy ever...



I still want one to this day.