I'm no longer really sure why I continue to post here. I suppose it's just become a sort of habit now. A routine.
Otherwise, it adds almost nothing important or worthwhile to my life.
But just this morning I dropped in to lurk. Your fans are out here, listening in the dark.
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My wife had this brilliant idea to get the kids a pet fish. I went along, but wasn't really thrilled by the idea. I made sure to let her know the fish would be the responsibility of her and the kids.
So, of course, I'm the one who ends up feeding the poor thing when they (more often than not) forget to do so. And now it's going on about a month that his tank has needed some cleaning, and the wife just won't do it.
So, later this evening, I plan to inform her that if the tank is not cleaned out by this coming weekend, I shall release George the Fish into the wilds of the subdivision's lake, so that he need not live in the filth she has condemed him to via her inaction.
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Baby girl ended up being mad at me as well, but for an even more ridiculous reason - the granola bar I gave her to bring to daycare looked different from the one she had yesterday.
So, apparently, Quaker changed up the look of their Chocolate Chip Granola Bars (very) recently. We had a box of those up until yesterday, when we ran out (she had the last one). I bought more at Walmart, but they were the older version. I gave her one of those this morning. Again, same flavor, different look.
Toddlers are f+$&ing weird.
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People say I'm no good, and crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the mornin', I get drunk in the afternoon
Kinda like my old blue tick hound, I like to lay around in the shade
And I ain't got no money, but I damn sure got it made
'Cause I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone
Preacher man talking on TV, puttin' down the rock and roll
Wants me to send a donation, 'cause he's worried about my soul
He said, "Jesus walked on the water.", and I know that it's true
But sometimes I think that preacher man, would like to do a little walkin' too
But I ain't askin' nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone
A poor girl wants to marry, a rich girl wants to flirt
A rich man goes to college, a poor man goes to work
A drunkard wants another drink of wine, and a politician wants your vote
I don't want much of nothing at all, but I will take another toke
'Cause I ain't asking nobody for nothin'
If I can't get it on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long haired country boy alone
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During my morning constitutional yesterday, I noticed something....different.
All the newer houses around the lake have their backyards facing it. Each back yard starts off with a wood fence, then converts over to a metal fence (with a gate). When I got around to the back side of the lake, I noticed a section of the wood fence between two of the houses had been removed, and a path of stones laid down through the gap.
I assume either the same person owns both houses, or the owners are family. I suppose the owners could be unrelated, but really good friends, though.
Hey there zombie!
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My sister-in-law came over with my nieces Friday night to hang out with us. They brought the boy a belated birthday gift - a Target gift card.
Saturday, we went out to Target so he could use it. He bought a Pokemon Box, containing several booster packs and a special GX pokemon card. I went ahead and bought a starter box (with play mat) for myself, with the intention of learning the game, teach him the rules for battling, and then we can battle.
From what I'm seeing, neither of us really have enough energy cards to do proper battles. You seem to need those to pretty much do any kind of attacks. I've been checking online, however, and there are folks selling packs of nothing but energy cards on Amazon.
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The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride,
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild,
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty-one in prion doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried.
Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load,
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried,
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried.
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I have actually heard good things about the new M. Night Shyamalan movie, Split. Apparently, it's made a pretty decent amount of money, with only a very small budget. I've also heard James McAvoy's performance is extraordinary. Almost makes me want to go see it in the theater. That might be a needless expense, though.
I have come to suspect that one of my current favorite places to eat, The Wacky Mongolian, is not actually run by Mongols.
GOD DAMN MONGOLIANS!!!