some days

some days suck. for many reasons. like today.

baker baker can you explain
if truly his heart was made of icing
and i wonder how mine could taste
maybe we could change his mind

i know you're late for your next parade
you came to make sure that i'm not running
well i ran from him in all kinds of ways
guess it was his turn this time

thought i'd make friends with time
thought we'd be flying
maybe not this time


pricy m's

Amy and I went to see The Proposal yesterday. Before the film we decided we needed something sweet. Hollywood Candy was on the way so we stopped in. I saw they had M & M's sorted by color - not just regular everyday colors, but vibrant blues, greens and oranges (the three colors I chose). I got just under one pound of them and found my way to the checkout. $16 later, I decided that Hollywood Candy's M & M's are outrageously priced. But, they sure are purdy.

the professor

Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind


dog breath

So it begins, again. The horrid heat of summer. I don't know if you can call it heat, it's more like sun temperatures, white hot. So humid you could cut the air with a knife. Thank Jebus for my morning iced coffee (1 inch nonfat milk, no ice, please) from whatever coffee shop I'm closest to. Although, Crane doesn't seem to understand the concept of iced coffee and looks at me in a stupor when I request it.

I need pool time, very soon, with cocktail in hand. I like the heat, but humidity makes me feel like I'm in the jungle. Even Pee Man is tired of it. I went for a run around the lake yesterday and it felt like I was breathing in oven air. Dog breath I say!

On a different note, we will be walking in the Carter Lake Parade for JDRF and I have a wedding on Saturday. I would enjoy wearing the blue linen suit that is available at Banana, but I believe I would only wear it once. Such is life.

Also on a second note, I need to gather people for a house warming of sorts. Keep your eyes open for details.



Not many things get to me and start stressing me out. Lately, I've been having a strange sensation that I think some would call stress.

Money - why do I have to pay all my own bills - rent, car, utilities. I want to go back to where I was footloose and fancy free.

Work - Never has work really stressed me out...I'm just learning to go with the flow. As long as I have a job, I must be thankful.

Having a part time job stresses me out. At times I feel like I don't have any evenings or weekends to myself. If I try to request off, I get scheduled anyways. Such is life - it is a part time job, so suck it up.

People - Some people can make me wonder. What goes through the minds - their thoughts? I can't imagine everyone to think like me, or make the same decisions - although, that would be nice.

I need a fix, cause I am going down
down to the pits that I left up town
momma I need a fix


feel good

Everyone should check out my buddy Andy. He just released his album. Congrats man!


what'd you say?

So funny this postcard was on Post Secret this week. For those who don’t know or haven’t heard about my ear trauma, let me fill you in.

About a month ago I woke up with a plugged ear. Being the lazy fella I am, I waited it out a week until I woke up one morning and couldn’t feel the right side of my face and I was in some crazy pain. I go to the doctor, they flush my ear and a large amount of wax came out. Yes, I do use q-tips, but this was so far down nothing could get this mess out. While flushing my ears they threw off my equilibrium, which almost made me fall off the bench and throw up all over the nurse.

A week later I went in for a checkup. I told them my ear was still plugged and a little sore. They look in there and say ‘You need to see an ENT asap.’ Lovely. So they rush me into an ENT doctor before he had surgery. He asked me to lay on a bed and turn my head to the side, I heard an air compressor machine turn on, and then a vacuum in my ear. It felt parts of my brain coming out. I asked if they extracted my unborn twin with tiny teeth and hair, they said no. What did come from my ear was a bloody/mucus ball the size of a pea. Lord knows what was happening in my ear.

10 days after that I go in for another checkup and a hearing test. The hearing scale goes a little something like this – the lower the number the better and young adults are around a 20. My left ear is 10 (go me!) and my right is 35/45. So basically I have the hearing of an 80 year-old. I went upstairs to the doctor and he put a gel patch ‘band-aid’ in my ear. I go for another checkup in three weeks.

Don’t worry, I’ll make this story come full circle. What’s funny to think is, when I was in junior high I thought it would be amazing to be deaf. A kid in school had a hearing aid, which I thought was neat looking, and I thought sign languages was beautiful. Cross your fingers that my hearing loss isn’t permanent.