When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky

well, its bloody hot as every in whats usually an icebox 7 months out of the year(probably more actually). ands it wont be gone by monday. its supposed to hit 100 over the weekend(f-height, thank god.), so if you see a random puddle of whatever on the sidewalk, with duct tape, hemp bracelets and a deck of coca-cola playing cards floating in it, you'll know what happened to me.
we spent a good chunk of the day getting started on building a small little climbing-tower/slide/swingset/monkey bars thing for billy-boy(2 years old, and already a pain in the arse). in the heat. i think if i sat outside for a couple hours, i might lose weight(water weight though, not fat....)... same principle as covering yourself with eyemake-up remover and sitting in a sauna for a while(don't ask how i know this.... wrestlers(johnny-boy,18,going off to college) know everything about losing weight. period.) so yeah, i guess you'd call it the dogs days of summer. it really doesn't help that i have almost no shorts..... damn my clothing preference in pants....


well, yet another thing to spur more comment making. this is something i did waaaaaay back in the beginning of this thing, and i wanted to see if anythings changed.

1. What's the first word that comes to mind when you think of me?
2. Go to Google and conduct an image search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results. Please refrain from telling me the actual word.


i wonder what y'all with come up with.........

no whine-fests today, so you can actually bear to read my blog. although i think i'll write the pixie a letter. who knows, the us postal service might actaully get it there by the end of the week.....