I can’t believe it.  The Gong Show is Back and I have to admit it I laughed…alot.  Especially when the midgets kicked some maor ASS in wrestling the judges.  he he he.  The tit slapping music men are on now.  So far my favorite act was the Lava Dancing Monkey Spanking Titty lady.  They did not score well.  shoot.  Shows what kind of taste I have huh?

okay, I’m always on the lookout for new items for my shop.  So I found these mints called eat whatever .  I looked at the website and then I clicked on where to buy them.  I often find wholesalers in this way.  Call them and find out the terms and if I can afford to have the product.  First I found Earth Matters.  It seemed like a nice organic food place.  I decided to check out all the sites to see if any of them were close to Nebraska and what type of places carried these mints.  Next I saw Amish Fine Foods …strange but okay.  Next I saw Babeland okay now…that is NOT a mint place…or is it…????  How unusual…hmmmmmmmmm.  Maybe I don’t need mints maybe I need……

My boy is number 21…catcher for Maroon uniformed McCook.  He is the one coming home to score but they call him the wrong name.  We rallied and got ahead by 5 runs then Holdridge got a 6 run inning.  We ended up losing 10-7.  CRAP

Is anyone else awake and watching the All Star Game?  Sheeeittt…..get an out already people.  Someone needs to SCORE!!!

Tough Guys

Andrews team…in district play now.  click on the pic to listen to the game.

Hell…it’s Friday.  Friday night to be exact.  Time flies when you are havin’ fun.

The day started with me opening the door to the garage and almost stepping on an inert body.  Not human…animal.  Pickles the Queen cat rushed in past my legs yowling with pleasure.  She’d left another “present” for us.  I looked a bit and then quickly made my escape.  I couldn’t face it.  Not today.  I later chickened out and called home leaving messages on the boys phones.  “Please pick up the dead animal and give it a proper burial…aka throw the fuckin’ thing OUT AND HURRY!!!”  Mark later told me the animal was a baby possum.

GREAT

You all KNOW how I like possums.

I did get my “new boy in town haircut and dye job” today.  THANK YOU CINDY!   I also drank Bacardi Silver Mojito which I pronounce MOGEETO… like a hick.  who cares   AND we drank a Bacardi Silver Raz.  I prefer MOFOGEETO myself.  Cindy did my hair and then we swam in my Aunt’s pool.  Well, we held our drinks and floated after I skimmed off the June bugs.

bliss

people…drinks, hair dye and water…joyyyy.

Later that same day…like an hour later when I got home.  The guy came over to work on our sprinklers and waaa laaaaa  he says, “Hey, go check out that brown bag in my pickup and bring it here!”  So, of course I did and it was Clamato Beer.  Ice Cold.  HELL YAH!  My day baybe.  We guzzled on our deck and discussed life, death, church, raising kids, sex and food.  It was good.  It was very good.

Now…I’m TIRED.  I can’t figure out why…

 I keep thinking it is.  Must have something to do with EXTREME late nights and early mornings and stress and baseball games and life.

snapshot 

Alec had baseball tourny action last night and tonight and tomorrow in Elwood.  It started to rain as we were coming home.  The rain was sooooo bad that on our way home…we had a hard time seeing the road.  Oddly…there was no rain in our town.  You could see the “dry line” were it went from rain to nothing.  strange phenomenom.  By the way…Alec’s team won!

Andrew has baseball game tomorrow in North Platte.  I won’t be able to attend.

Mark will attend Andrews game as he is the coach and I’ll be cheering Alec on in his finals.

Katie called and said she was “sick”.  Great…another worry.  Listening to her on the phone however, I felt better.  Sounds like allergies.  Not Pneumonia like I instantly assumed.  Mark was talking to her on the phone and explaining meds, throwing out words like Diphenhydramine, Loratadine, and Dextromethorphan and I could almost see her eyes going wide.  I got on and told her vitamins and juice and rest and less going out and no smoking and in general “mom” stuff.  She sounds good.  I think it odd that lately I’ve been thinking of her and missing her and yesterday afternoon I sent an order for flowers to be delivered tomorrow to her at her place of work…Chuck E Cheese…(I sent them online and I’m nervous is she got them)  I didn’t tell her I sent them.  Hope she had a fun surprise.

I do not know how one raises children without maiming either them or yourself.  Does that sound bad?  Hell yes it sounds bad.  I feel so frustrated with the almost 17 year old boy now.  He has a nice girlfriend.  But that isn’t really the problem.  He constantly sneaks out.  To do what?  I can guess.  The girl lives in another town soooooo…anyone knows.  I do know there is NOTHING GOOD GOING ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.  He has a job but it’s part time.  The rest of the time he is doing as he pleases.  I CANNOT stand a lazy kid much less a lazy boy.  I’m ready to hire him out as a servant.  He really needs a hard physical job to make him tired at night.  Sore in the day.  Appreciative of the things he has. I’ve taken everything away this year at least a million times…except this one last thing.  And it’s almost ready to be yanked.  He’s supposed to be going on a science trip to the bahamas.  yahhh that’s right…bahamas…we’ve been paying for a year for this trip.  BUT I’M ABOUT 5 MINUTES FROM TAKING IT AWAY.

shit!!!!!

ass

I heard the first locusts two days ago.  I saw lightening bugs a month ago.  The air is coolish.  I’m thinking of football and the bite of frost.  I don’t want to hurry things along, but hell yes I do.  Wake me in September.  That’s when I’ll clean my house.  Wipe off sticky rings of soda pop from my coffee tables, throw away the thousands of potato chip bags, sunflower seeds and bread crusts.  I’ll make time to match the socks and make the beds and wash every dish.  I’ll clean out the leftovers and paint the bathroom.  I might be able to face sweeping out the garage and organizing the un-used toy room.  It’s a possibility I might be able to gather all the old clothes up and take them to the thrift shop in tidy piles neatly marked Large, X Large and Big Assed Big.

Supposedly watermelon can make you react the same as if taking viagra.  Read this article, I guess it relaxes your BLOOD VESSELS allowing for schWIIINNNNGGGGG!

I think someone has a fruit fetish and made that up.

psychos.

Now, everytime I’m at the grocery store and I see a guy buying a melon, I’m gonna know why.  wink wink wink…he’s gotta a “wood” problem.