You Better Get Yourself Running...

...There's a hurricane coming.

   I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about this storm. However, I've got everything prepared as much as possible and I just have to hope that it's enough. Gutters cleaned out, extensions on the downspouts, everything that can fly is in the garage, trash cans lashed, lawn furniture tied together, dug a trench and sandbagged a problem area, bought extra flashlights, caulked, got the extra freezer cranked up to "Siberian Front", got forty pounds of ice for me and another forty for the neighbors in that freezer, dished being washed, laundry rocking and rolling... Even got the windometer/pinwheel out on the front lawn.
   
















 
 Nothing left to do now but wait. 

   Satan's asshole in the backyard is definitely on my mind as what I figure is going to be the next piece of shit it will drop hangs over power lines. 

















School is closed for the next two days. 
This is really going to suck.



Good luck to all in the path.

Third Grade Dance

 I just took my daughter to her third grade dance. On the check-in table was a sign. It read:
NO HATS.
NO RUNNING.
KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF.
BE RESPECTFUL OF OTHERS.
NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CELL PHONES.

And that's it.

Not a peep about guns, drugs, ladies of the evening, gambling, smoking, or spitting.

Fishing all day yesterday with Joe (his Shovelhead is pissing out quarts) on his little bass boat + two rides today (Batsto solo and I don't know where with Johnny and Tom) = good fucking weekend.

   For years I have been trying to genetically engineer rabbits that only eat weeds, but so far they all just turn out evil. I really should have paid more attention in biology class.

Some Shit Just Doesn't Make Sense

   Yesterday, my wife's twenty four year old cousin got killed when his quad landed on him. This is the worst thing that I've ever experienced. You know, people die. That's life, right? Bobby was twenty-four, a great kid. His old man is great. His old lady is great. Not alot of people in my wife's family get a solid seal of approval from me. I've known this kid for his whole entire life. He was a good person. Grew up good. Him dying is unfathomable to me. It still has not sunk in. I woke up this morning hoping it was a bad dream. It ain't right. It's just not fucking right.
   The only good that I can see coming of this is to maybe make those who knew him know how important it is to enjoy every moment of those that you love and never ever take that for granted. Let those you love know that you love them every day, over and over and fuck the petty shit.