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Damn, another Friday is here. The last one of April. May is here. That means Mother's Day is around the corner. That means I have to rack my brain to be creative and do something for my wife the mother of our C's and not spend any money. I have already started planning this. Kind of.
So much shit is going on. I have been personally busting my ass writing emails, creating a blog, calling and walking my fucking self around the neighborhood putting letter on mailboxes for this homeowners assoc. that some people are interested in. Some people just want the simple basic's. Street lights, safe drivers and basic lawn care. Seems easy. I am not doing anymore on this past putting the signs up I will make for next weeks 1st meeting and that is it. Screw you people who talk all this shit and dont do anything. I am ready to kick one of my neighbors ass for running his fat mouth.
On a lighter note. Got the angry thoughts out of the way.
T is the greatest. People always say in comments or emails to me "You always are so sweet to your T" shit be at home with us when I am a dick. Truth is that I never give her enough credit at home, so I always do it here. T is always one who likes to learn new things. A couple things she learned this week................Never put a bottle of wine in your deep freezer and forget about it. It shattered, glass everywhere and she cut her fingers, leading me to worry more than I needed to. Second. Never put foil in the bottom of your conventional / convection ovens. The news are not like the old ones. We now have a fancy silver bottom to our oven. That is some funny shit. Really.
Why are 3, 5 and 6 year olds so obsessed with their ass' and peckers? I mean I know as an adult I am still obsessed with my pecker but for different reasons.........I hope. Hands are always in the pants, they are always smacking their own ass, and shaking their booty. God help me!
I hate not being able to fix my own shit. I have beautiful Troy Bilt riding mower that cuts the front and back yard both in under and hour. It is not running. I had a place pick it up on Monday and they STILL have not fucking even looked at it yet. I called this morning and the hick (you guys think I am a hick, talk to this guy) said there are 2 more in front of it. Bullshit. If I had a truck and a trailer I would take him his $20 and go pick my shit up, and then tell him to run a better business and dont tell me shit on the phone and then not do it.
Kobe. Tonight is your night. End the series against the Thunder and let's get on to the next one.
Why do the 2 baseball teams I like both suck. The Braves and Astro's. You both suck ass.
And I leave you with this thought. This song was in my head this morning as I came to my feet and got in the shower and bathed my clean shaven, good looking, tone, hot, most awesome self and then heard it again in the car. It pretty much sums it all up...........bob your head, shake your booty, smack your ass and sing loudly