post project, a bit tardy

and the words that come to mind are.....

making an effort...

in an effort to try and post more often, i am finding pressure within myself to post things that aren't totally random, or that have some sort of meaning. i find it odd that a small goal i have set for myself has turned into something that causes me mild anxiety, how quirky?

in another effort to do different things this summer, i pulled my bike out from the depths of toby's lair and took it in to have it 'cleaned up' a bit. the guy at the bike service counter had that funny look on his face like a mechanic does when he has no idea what's wrong with your car, or you just drove a car that's entirely on fire into the garage to have it worked on. THAT was the look he had. as he was going through all the charges they may or may not have to do to the bike, i thought after the 15th thing he said he was just gonna break down and say something along the lines of 'seriously, just buy a new bike', but he said mine was definitely worth keeping, and it was gonna look gooood when they're done with it. so if any of you slackers out there wanna trail it up out here on the mean streets of south central OP, come on over. oh yeah, and the pool's open for summer! the water's fine....

new posting project requires participation

i'm not sure why this idea came to me, but it did none the less. here's the idea, i am going to post a new picture, drawing, visual somethingerother every sunday. i want all those 5 whole people who look at this website to find either a word, comment, or phase that the visual ignites within them and leave that thought as a comment. i also don't want people going in and reading other people's thoughts before they have left their own. do you think you can do that? i think you can...

i'm gonna get crazy and post 2 visuals

most disturbing post.

ok, i want to warn those of you who may be offended easily, or those who get annoyed easily by society. here goes, last night i took my kids to see the royals game with deeds, shankar, laocoon, and a few others. last night happened to be buck nite, which means soda, peanuts and hotdogs are all only a buck. i got myself and the kids some grub and after we ate most of it we started gnawing on those deliciously salty peanuts they have at the ol' ballpark, i was trying to teach a small amount of manners to my kids by teaching them to put the shells in an empty cup, kinda keep the area a bit cleaner you know, anyways, no.2 was being squirrely as we all know he can be, well, no. 1 had the cup of shells between his legs and no. 2 decides to smash the cup down and it ends up pinching the inner thighs of no.1. here's where the story gets disgusting, no. 1 yells at no. 2 (of course) and then proceeds to say to me that his "LEGS ARE TOO FAT!" i know what you're thinking, "what?" which is precisely what i said to the boy, i wasn't sure i heard him correctly, again, "what?" i ask, and he repeats himself. now dumbfounded and flabbergasted as i was, i was also very amused, as was laocoon, who also heard the comment. but i think i am far more disturbed at this statement than anything. how does a tall, skinny, 6 year old BOY kid think he has fat thighs? i need answers to this perplexing riddle. last thing i want my kids growing up to be is bulimic.

TMI

much as i would like to discuss my day's events in great detail, i'm afraid it would most definitely fall into the category of too much information. i leave you frothing at the mouth for more...

rain season or wedding season? both!

holy wedding cakes! why do i even do them? i always kill myself when i do them, and i always, yes always, f*ck something up in the process. this time it was buttercream with salted butter, apparently costco decides to package the salted butter in blue, they just have to do it differently than everyone else don't they? sheisters! i think it's still useable though, i just added extra kahlua. i have at least taken a bit more time with these cakes than i normally do, hence the ability to post at the wee hours, even though i should be aslumber. and i have decided that dummy cakes are dumb. just get the damn wedding cake, i have to decorate the fake cakes anyways. how does that help me out, aside from ease of transport? enough about sweets, i get to the point where sugar makes me wanna vomit. blechk!

on another note, i am a full-fledged boob squisher now. i have fondled more women in the past 2 days than any man who might be reading this page has in their lifetime, i think. let me just say this, if you were ever considering implants, or you have a friend considering implants, please do them a favor and ixnay that shite. seriously, there is no shame like the implant displacement views we have to do. think about those 60 year old women with their hard calcified implants, not so pretty... i'll let you ponder that thought, it's really just too brilliant to neglect you of that.