So people are stealing my cow palpation pictures on flickr and incorporating them into stories of living on a dairy farm and needing to stick their hands up tight cow butts regularly. Basically, my pictures have been incorporated into some secret artificial insemination fetish group. Weirded out? Yes. Complained? Yes. Will they be taken down? Hopefully.
Here's an example (just Gina sitting on a fence in this case):
Mine:
http://flickr.com/photos/n_auds/2551946081/in/set-72157605402741094/
Theirs:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29136505@N08/2740667922/
They like to edit out the locals.
Is this seriously happening?
...So here's the thing with me about Sarah Palin. On the shallow side, I don't much care for the sound of her voice, and I like to think that "I don't like her because she's a woman,"doesn't necessarily apply, but I caught some of the highlights of her speech last night on the Today Show this morning, and it was a very, very, mean speech. I'm so over mean. It just doesn't work for me anymore. Big props to Joe Biden, though. That man can stay on message. :)
I wonder what I would have thought if Palin's speech had been given by a man. That might be worth pursuing.
Oh, one last thing: if your kids are off-limits, they're off-limits. But you can't continually drag them on-stage and use them for political advancement, and still have them off-limits. That applies to anybody.
...and I'm OK!
There's an impressive tree in our front yard, 80 feet tall and straight as a telephone pole. It's also every bit as alive as a telephone pole, so my dad brought out his chainsaw and we set to work enticing the giant relic to lay down.
Being so well balanced we were pretty confident we could get all 80 feet to fall at an angle that wouldn't hit any other living trees. My dad cut a classic notch in the "front", i.e. the side in the direction we wanted it to fall.
Once notched, we then did the back-cut on the "back" of the tree, starting above the notch and running down into it, figuring it would force the tree forward. We finally got the back-cut to meet the notch so we moved away...
...and nothing. There was a breeze yet the tree wasn't even swaying! Dad worked the chainsaw a bit more and finally the beast began to move. A few seconds later a thunderous CRACK blasted right through our earplugs as all 80 feet of wood hit the ground at once.
Amazingly there was a two-inch wide, half-inch thick piece of uncut wood in the center of the stump that had been holding up the entire tree! I counted the rings - 30 years old, give or take.
After cutting up the trunk and hauling tons of tree into the woods for "burial" we were too worn out to bother finishing off the stump, sitting still 4 feet tall, so my dad left his chainsaw behind for me to use.
A couple days ago I finally de-stumped the front lawn and it took me 1.5 hours in 90-degree weather to do it. First I cut off the top 2 feet which must've weighed 200 lbs. Then the bottom half...
The chainsaw is significantly shorter than the stump is wide thanks to the six "buttresses" jutting out. I had to make a cut around the circumference as deep as possible, then notch-cut away the buttresses so I could push the saw blade in deep enough to cut the center.
This chunk probably weighed 300-400 lbs but maybe it just felt heavy since I rolled the top half into the woods first and was pretty darn toasted by this point. I cut some slices into the top of the remaining stump (it's only an inch high or so) to help it decompose faster, and voila!
I'd like to thank the creators of the Wave, a powerful face cleanser.
Not only does it exfoliate and make your skin feel smooth as a baby's ass, it also does wonders as a vibrator!!
As I stood at the bathroom sink last night, ready to sluff off dead skin, it was then I realized the sheer genius of this little contraption. I was giggling as I held it, because it was pretty powerful and then the light bulb went off. Of course, I took the opportunity to press it against my vag through my underwear and I squealed with delight.
I ran into the living room and showed Bill my new toy. He laughed and said, "Are you going to exfoliate your vagina too while you're at it?"
Brilliant!!
I just wasted $4.99 on this. I rented it on VOD, because I didn't feel like driving out to pick up a copy. At least I saved myself something.
This movie was seriously BAD. It tried to copy the original but also create something new and it totally missed the mark on everything "Lost Boys". Not even a Sutherland boy could save the movie. Yeah, they look somewhat alike. But that does nothing to make me think this is anything like or anywhere near as good as the original.
Maybe, if you find it on HBO, Cinemax, or Showtime or something free like that, than you might want to watch it. Consider it 90 minutes of your life wasted and gone forever.
Would you ever consider having your life taped for a reality show?
Why?
So people can watch me sitting in my underwear, smoking cigarettes and drinking Hawaiin Punch while trying to come up with something hysterical to write about?
Wait, I think I just did that.
Tomorrow, we leave to take Cece (19 YOSD) off to college. She's going to a college in Northern Wisconsin, close to the Minnesota border, about 3 1/2 hours from here. She'll be studying Hotel/Restaurant Management.
I know her mother, my wife, will be quite sad about all of this, about Cece leaving the house and heading to college. I really can't imagine the feeling myself. My boys are 6 and 9 years away from that. My wife has already had her oldest leave home for AmeriCorps, School, and now the Air Force. Her youngest is a Sophomore in High School this year, she'll be 16 in May and old enough to drive.
We've been busy getting Cece ready for college. I've been helping with the loans and paperwork side of things, what I'm better at doing. Her mother has been helping her get supplies and pack and get ready. They've had lot's of talks. And they had a great vacation to Florida together.
I'm sure tomorrow will be quite emotional for all of us. It will be strange coming home without Cece. Not having her in bed downstairs. Not seeing her everyday.
I'm proud of her and sure that she will do very good at school. I've seen her grow up quite a bit in the last 5 years.
Good luck Cece. We're still here when you need us.
As far anyone who respects animals is concerned, Joe Biden and Sarah Palin could not be more different...
Really, this isn't a political blog despite my recent silliness. In fact, I'm just waiting for enough daylight so I can go for a long bike ride. You know what's the toughest aspect about cycling long distance? Da' BUTT. My legs are fine, my lungs are fine, my head is as good as it's gonna get, but holy cow does my butt ever get sore on a bike! I'm trying out another seat on this ride that I swapped from my old bike to see if that helps.
Seriously though, did you really want to hear about my butt or about the VP candidates? Just like Bush claiming that global warming - something I was cognizant of in 1989 when I was 13 - is a myth, Palin believes that polar bears are not endangered. Why? Because she wants hunters to be able to shoot them from airplanes. Any middle school kid could tell you that when an animal depends on the icepack for survival and the north pole was actually liquid this summer, that species is in trouble. So let's put the polar bears out of their misery, eh? And let's kill some wolves, too, while we're at it.
Biden, on the other hand, has tried to keep misery away from the polar regions, specifically the annual harp seal massacre. Until I read this detailed VP comparision from the HSUS (a blog worth subscribing well worth subscribing to) I hadn't realized the extent of how different two polititians could be regarding animal welfare. Except for Mike Huckabee thinking it was OK for his son to torture a dog to death...
Time to go trade one pain in the butt for another! ;)
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i can't wait for season 3 to come out on dvd and for season 4 to start!