weird science is such a great flick...

i'm watching it for my first time right now. i know...only like 20 years too late but whatever.

ms. tramell...are you done yet?

(that moth from yesterday lives under this tree...i would live there too if i were a moth. it's pretty)

pointless internet rant that nobody cares about coming up in...

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i think celebrities who babble just because they're celebrities should be booted off to some far away island never to be seen again. i mean, sure, i get it...you're famous, so you know people will have to listen, but that doesn't mean you should talk. and i know that you probably enjoy the echo of your own voice when you shout your stupidness throughout a highly annoyed society but still, that does not mean you should.

ms. sharon stone, thank you for inspiring this rant today, though it's not just you who's guilty of this trend, epidemic if you will, you're just the latest idiot. and no, i've never liked you and your crappy movies anyway because well, they're just that, crap (all right, i'll give you casino but only because it was a scorsese flick). i've never cared for your over inflated sense of self or your hideous sense of 'fashion', and what, pray tell, about the script for basic instinct two made you jump up and say, yes, i'll do it...this one's a real winner...because i really think i missed that part of the movie. (yeah whatever, i know it wasn't the plot--but instead the nearly 14 million dollar paycheck you received for reprising that washed up character. did that movie even make that much money? did ya get some fancy new leopard print clothes with that money at least?)

look, i may have a bit of a chip on my shoulder today and yeah, i'm exhausted, but really...? i just hate celebrities with their mouths that stretch wider that the eerie canal. i have no clue how wide the eerie canal is. i think 15 miles due to that song i played on my clarinet in fifth grade, but seeing how that was in fifth grade, i'm probably completely wrong...oh wait...i am on the internet. wikipedia, here i come. please hold...

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all right. here's what i found out...i am WAY off. first the spelling is like this, erie canal. initially it was 40 feet wide when construction was completed in 1825. it was widened a couple times over the years and today it's 120 feet wide...no where near 15 miles...oopsie. i did find out that that figure probably derived from 1819 when the first 15 mile stretch was completed, connecting rome n.y. to utica.

either way, what was i talking about...oh yeah, sharon stone. i just don't like her and all of those other celebrities with their 120 foot wide mouths and all. will somebody please stick a log hauling barge in there...?

on the fence with this one...

(poor little thing almost got clipped by the weed whip)

so far, i'm deleting it...

trust me y'all...ya didn't miss much. more whining and more of me grasping firmly onto and, tightly securing my little corner of the crazy market. on the bright side, my quaint corner crazy stand is doing quite nicely. ya know...branching out, reaching into the community and finally turning a profit. all right...no it's not, that's the little hot dog stand by my work but whatever.

good bye twizzlers...see ya in fourteen

after sunday's breakfast of egg rolls, a nutty bar and a mountain dew, i decided i think i need to healthen myself up a tad. so, for the next two weeks i plan to eat nothing but simple, nutrient rich foods...like the ones depicted on that food pyramid thingy.

oh, and there's this motivation: we're having a get together in two week. i'm not expecting to lose noticeable weight or anything but at least i can feel good while meeting a lot of new people and seeing so many old. yesterday was great, i do have to say, i ate all of the crap in my house. i had chocolate for lunch and dinner and then a pizza for my second dinner...but then there's today. shit.

see, i'm not a dieter, i don't even own a scale, but i am a pretty active and i am a healthy eater...well, most of the time....lately, not so much. i just know that if my normal pants start to feel a little snug i should probably re-evaluate what i'm eating until they start to fit nicely again; so, to be making myself eat properly...well, dammit, it's hard. i keep telling myself that's it's only two weeks of rice, veggies, bread, cheese, beans and fruit (that all sounds SO good though...it's just so hard to stick to it when that twix in the vending machine is calling my name). i'm allowing myself a little dark chocolate, due to it being my favorite, and one regular soda a day...i need to get off that diet crap...it gives me headaches. i really hope i can more permanently ditch the chemical-ridden foods, but that's a whole nother story. anyway...i'm half way through the food portion of day number one and i'm not diggin this at all. i'm such a baby, i know, but going from 2000 daily calories of whatever the hell i want to 1500 regimented and healthy calories...well, it's a little culture-shockish. i keep reminding myself of the whole, it's only two weeks thing but i know deep down it should be more of a permanent change and i think that's why i'm being so whiny about this. i will miss my licorice the most. especially pull and peel because it's so delicious, and cherryish, and chewy, and red and delicious....oh yeah, mentioned that one already...it really is though. oh, and cookies, i love them so much. oh yeah, and jelly belly jelly beans...they're my favorite, well, except for them evil little popcorn ones, they're nasty, you should see my face when i accidently eat one...

thanks vets...because of you i can be as odd as i like

(after the storms on sunday)

(the birthday cake from saturday)

this weekend was so great (for lack of a better, more descriptive word due to sleep deprivation). i fished and caught nothing but had fun. i drank enough beer to make me have to close one eye to see rock band clearly. i passed out on a couch and then the next night in a chilly tent. i got muddy and lost my dog...whom a neighbor later found and graciously brought back (though, after five minutes with my dog most anyone would bring him back). i sat by a bonfire, saw more stars than i have seen in quite some time and cooked meat. i think it was ok, no one got sick so i'm guessing it was fine (vegetarians and meat are a bad combo all around)...my corn was delicious anyway; and, i got so cold i had to walk around with goosebumps for two solid hours but, with hot fresh coffee in hand, the chill was manageable. it is so nice to be home now though...sober, warm, clean, dry and home. i like it.

happy memorial day weekend...now, go drink a beer

(i thought it was time i took some night pics of flowers...ya don't see too many of those. i usually pair flowers and sun...go figure)

i suppose i should warn you: i will be gone for a couple days. like, no internet access gone. isn't that sad...? i know...you'll have to be strong though. if you do miss my nonsensical rants...you can just do what i do to pass the time until my return...

get tired, get crabby, then sit down in front of your computer and start typing whatever comes to mind. write for a few minutes until you get distracted by something that makes you feel more crabby then call it a night. you'll be me in no time.

was i too self deprecating tonight? was it like weird or was it kinda ok? i'm tired. sooooo tired.

this whole garage cleaning thing is wearing me out...

(had the best server at this restaurant today)

...like really bad.

we moved in in october and like two days later, winter set in. all of our old boxes--unsorted boxes, empty boxes and junk boxes have all been sitting, ignored since then. some of them have been rifled through over the winter, others haven't been opened in years...both scenarios are equally annoying, as they both require their own special amount of work to determine if the contents are keepers or not.

anyway...this week was the week we chose to tackle it all. sorting, cleaning, disposing of or selling...it's such a sucky way to spend your time off.

i hate decisions.
i hate all the dirt.
i hate all my new cuts and bruises.
i hate how exhausted i am but i especially hate the fact that we're still not done.