May 13, 2007

  • Fuck, I hate being busy and not having time to write a real entry. The good news though is that there seems to be a light at the end of the traffic congested tunnel. In a little more then 2 weeks, I will be done with this boring class. Also, I will be done with some of the outside house shit that THE MAN is demanding that I do (although more outdoor shit would be soon to follow) In the meantime, here is a brief synopsis of my weekend.

    Thursday night was one of the most crushing defeats in my time as a Bulls fan. I really don't need to say anymore, except that I'm glad they won today to avoid the sweep.

    Friday was John's birthday so Mark and Amy had us over for dinner. On the way, we stopped off at the store to pick up an iced cream cake. John was at the other end of the store when I found the ice cream cakes and I sat there for a few minutes trying to decide which one to get. Fuck though, they all looked so damn good, so in the age of advanced technology in which we live, I called him on my cell phone to have him choose a cake. I know I should never trust John to make a decision, because he seemed to take longer than I took to decide which one to buy. Eventually he picked one that as it turned out, totally sucked. Ok, so actually it didn't suck at all, it was actually VERY good.

    We got to Mark and Amy's and had dinner, which was a bbq chicken pizza that Mark made on the grill. It was actually pretty damn good. Although we had a good time, there really wasn't much to say about the night. We hung out, watched the Cubs game and the Sopranos while the twins took turns crying. I guess it was more Nate that was crying than Izzy, I shouldn't lump her in with his crabby ass.

    Yesterday was another busy day. I mowed the lawn and painted the facea on the garage, which sucks since I'm only going to be tearing it down in a couple of months. The people that live behind me have grass that is out of control along with a telephone wire that is hanging all the way down to the ground in their yard. I  mention this because while I was painting, the teenaged son was mowing the lawn while his friend literally stood there watching him mow. What was even more amusing was that for some reason, he was mowing with one hand. I swear, it must have taken him over an hour to mow the backyard, it was so long he had to keep lifting the mower over the grass. Then came the best part when his friend lifted the wire so that he could mow underneath it. You know, there is a really simple solution to all of this and best of all, the only thing you need to know to use is the phone. Just call the phone company and tell them to come out and pick their shit up. Ok, so maybe their phone doesn't work because the line is down, but you can borrow somebody's phone. Here, borrow mine if you need to, you fucking bumpkin!

    Yesterday afternoon/evening, I went to Keith and Heather's for a bbq and a burn. As usual, I was the first one there, partly because I've got nothing better to do and partly because everybody else is chronically late. The night seemed to fly by really fast. The weather could not be any better. Sure it was kinda chilly at night, but that just made it the perfect night for a burn. Mark brought his flood lights, which allowed us to play beanbags until 2 in the am. Towards the end of the night, Keith and Jt were pretty drunk which really made for a crazy game of bags. Jt had to keep pissing during the games so Keith started calling him teacup for some reason. I know it sounds lame now, but last night it was pretty damn funny. As for Keith, a couple of times he almost fell over and one time he fell right into the box, scratching (I guess it was more of a scrape) the hell out of his shin, so we started calling him shins. Oh, and I'm never one to be left out. Although I wasn't drinking, I did manage to do something that was classic. I thought Jt and Brian were all done throwing their bags, so Keith and I bent over to pick up the bags and put them on the box when all of a sudden, a bag that Jt threw came flying in and hit me right the fuck on the head. Obviously we all forgot he had one left, but I know Jt well enough to know that once he saw us bending over, he would take this opportunity to hit one of us with the bag. Not that it wasn't funny, it was actually funny as hell. Plus, I guess that's what I get not knowing how to count up to 8 (there are 8 beanbags that are thrown).

    Today, John and I spray painted the fence. I would write more about it, but honestly, the only thing more boring than watching paint dry is hearing about watching paint dry. Just use your imagination, I'm sure that will work just as well.

    That's all for now people, see I told you it would be brief. I feel kinda bad, I don't update for 4 days and this was all the shit I could muster. Oh well, I guess you get what you pay for, after all, this is free to you.