I just made a terrible discovery. I left two black ballpoint pens and a black sharpee in the back pocket of a pair of black shorts that I just ran through my girlfriend's washer and drier. From what I understand, the sharpee did a job on her drier. I'm scared to look. Girlfriend is handling it pretty well. When I asked her if she wanted to hit me, she said yes. Then she said, "I'm not angry, but I am aggravated. Don't do it again."

For some strange reason, my girlfriend likes to do my laundry and actually gets pissed off when I do it myself at her house. I now think that I know why.

I think that spammers should have their balls cut off.

I think that spammers should have their balls cut off.

I have to pick Scout up from school an hour and a half early, today. She has an orthodondist appointment. Yesterday, she said something about, "Oh, no. I haven't been wearing my rubber bands." I don't know how this will affect her appointment, but I'm sure that we will find out in a couple of hours.

I never had to wear braces. I often got compliments on my teeth, when I was younger. They were straight and white. It is funny how some people are given some things, and other people are given other things. Scout came out of the womb with crooked teeth. Looking at pictures of her back before the braces were put on her, it is hard to imagine just how crooked her teeth was.

She is a beautiful young lady, though, in mind and appearance. God has given her those things and her father, by sweating it out at the job, is giving her straight teeth. If she is supposed to be
putting her rubber bands on, then she better be putting her rubber bands on. My dad used to tell me that he worked too hard for me to turn up my nose at what my mother cooked for us. Scout's pappa works too hard for her to not do what she needs to do with her braces.

So there.

Friday, March 30, 2007

At first, I was irritated that it was raining,
this morning. The dogs and I were ready
for a walk. I had an umbrella, but they did
not.

Then I realized that the rain would save me
from going to the car wash this evening, as
I had planned. The pollen was thick on my
vehicle. It was a new car, but it looked old
with all the yellow dust covering it.

I grabbed an umbrella from inside the car,
which is where I keep the umbrellas, and
the two dogs and I did a short walk to
the end of the street. The many trees that line
our street mostly kept the rain off of us.

The older dog was not in a mood for a long
walk. He made it clear, when we got to the
end of the street that he wanted to go back.
This old and wise dog knows that, often,
there is a bisuit waiting to be tossed to him
at the end of his walks. Perhaps this clouds his
perceptions or maybe it makes his goals clearer.

The goal of this old dog is to get back to the house
and get his biscuit.

March 20, 2007

Tomorrow is the first day of spring, but you could have fooled nature because the last day of winter is a lovely day full of sunshine and warmth.
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I have been without my pills for nearly three days now. I told love that snakes were crawling through my brain and that spiders were crawling all over my testicles.

"Really?" she said.

"No," I replied.

I felt like shit, but definitely not that bad.
Moral of story: keep you medication close,
I had left mine home when I had come for
a weekend visit to the house of love.
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The book on the table in front of him says, "Sales Closing For Dummies." Why would anyone want to force someone else into buying something?

Money.
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I passionately read the first page of Sylvia Plath's book, "The Bell Jar," to the captive audience of my love and my daughter as we are driving to a restaurant for dinner. Excitedly, I finish reading the page.

The window had to be replaced on my son's car. He said that he would ride his skateboard to school after dropping the car off, but I offered to follow him and give him a ride to school. He accepted. I called him, a bit ago, and offered to pick him back up from school and take him to get his car with its new window. He declined the offer, saying that he was going to ride his best friend's skateboard to the window shop. Perhaps it is not fun to ride your skateboard first thing in the morning to school, but it is fun to ride it after school.That's all I can come up with. I know that he is not going to score a bag of pot or a baggie of heroin and this is a great relief to me.

I love my son and I appreciate how few problems he gives and has given me.