I'm
so excited that our LONG awaited and long delayed new
movie theater is scheduled
to open later this month. I doubt we'll venture down the first
weekend because it'll be a madhouse but it's literally less than one and
a half miles or five minutes driving.
I wasn't around so I watched
last night's American
Idol this morning. They all performed Bon Jovi songs. What could be
more scary? Actually four of the six were really good. Two of my three
favorites were not. Chris
Richardson and Melinda
Doolittle were my early favorites and Jordin
Sparks took my fancy later. Chris and Jordin were not good. Chris
will probably go home, I don't know who else will. But for now, I think
I'll listen to Melinda again as I strained my voice screaming here all
by myself earlier. She was just that good. I love the DVR.
Oops, I guess I forgot to upload my last entry. At least it wasn't
important. We've been dealing with Kaleb issues lately. She's 15 years
old and is starting to have problems. We've both decided that we won't
keep her alive if she's somehow suffering. The issue is, "Is she
suffering?" I called the vet yesterday morning and we have an
appointment for a consultation Thursday, maybe some pain medication is
in line or maybe not. I could hardly speak on the phone. She doesn't
give any indication that she's in pain but she can't make it up the
stairs usually and getting up she struggles. I wish she could talk with
her own voice instead of ours sometimes.
On the brighter side, the weather has finally turned, and I've been
cleaning up the yard and planting flowers galore. Went and picked up
Duncan for lunch in the topless Jeep, dropped him off and went for a
ride myself. It's currently in the shop. It was shakin' when it
shouldn't be shakin'.
The rain was off and
on today, raining hard at times with lightning and thunder and sunny at
others. I was in and out all day also. Odd thing is, only during the off
times was I out. I thought this was a sign of good things to come. On
the way home, I heard the news. Jerry
Falwell has gone to meet his match in hell. Who shall reign, we
don't know as the battle to run hell has started.
Home front update:
Hardly seen Duncan lately due to hectic work schedules but got to have
dinner with him on the way home from work. I then dropped him back off
at work. I've already put in 34 hours this week. Duncan's done much,
much more.
Not
many updates this month but I've been at work or exhausted from work
much of the time.
I saw watermelon today at the store so I decided I
needed it. It wasn't a whole one but a quarter slice. I made minced meat
of it in no time. When I was a kid, my dad would routinely bring home a
watermelon in the summer on Friday, put it in the refrigerator, and we'd
eat it on Saturday on the picnic table. I don't think I ate a watermelon
indoors until I had a place of my own. I don't know how most people eat
them but we'd sliced it and ate it with knives. My dad, who puts salt on
everything, put salt on it. I still don't understand how he can put salt
on something so sweet. As you can see from the old picture above, Kaleb
likes the watermelon too.
Here's to Charles
Nelson Reilly, dead at 76, kind of a hero of mine. Being his big gay
self when really no one else was. Big, flamboyant, colorful, and
funny...
I watched an old episode of MASH and all of the sudden, I’m so happy I’ve never had to fight in a war or conflict or whatever you want to call it. I wonder if I would rise to the occasion or just be totally useless. I think, one of these years, if the war comes to this country, I would fight. But as to going to another country, watching all my buddies getting killed or wounded, I wonder what I would do. I usually can rise to the occasion if necessary but seriously, I’ve never even hunted. I cry when a dog dies on
television...I’m not sure where that just came from but if you take a very close look and listen very carefully to the opening theme of MASH, it’ll make you think very hard...
80085. I guess it only works on calculators. 8008s
You know I really don't care about boobs
Summertime:
Men in shorts
Cops in shorts
Runners in shorts
Beer guys in shorts
UPS guys in shorts
Me in shorts
Oh, and I forgot shirtless guys. How could I forget that?
Must be thinking to hard about war stuff. You know, I mentioned, I don't
care about boobs.
And speaking of war stuff, you know, before boobs,
it is Memorial Day so thank you to every person who has served to
protect this country including my dad and Duncan's dad. It took people
like these to keep this country free and safe.
I thought I would talk
about boobs as my tribute to Charles Nelson Reilly. I'm sure he would
appreciate the irony. Boobs, boobs, boobs.
I had a dream
a couple of nights ago about living in a big apartment complex and the
pine straw mulch kept catching on fire. I was running around trying to
put it out. Interestingly enough, really not interesting at all, nobody
uses pine straw around here at all. Never seen it. It reminded me that a
couple of weeks ago, someone threw a cigarette out and caught the mulch
in the landscaped area in front of my work on fire. I saw it and called
911 and walked over there. Some man drove by and went and got a bucket
of water and and threw on it. It went out. There was no hose spigot near
by. I told him I called the fire department and he went off on me about
wasting taxpayer money and it being a waste of resources, blah, blah,
blah, and then drove off. Ten seconds later, the fire flared up again.
The fire department arrived and doused the whole area with water.
David
Hyde Pierce is officially out of the closet. What if everyone just
came out. How many of us would there really be?
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