All right stop, Collaborate and listen
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Ice is back with my brand new invention
Of course work woke me up and after a quick office visit, I arrived onsite at galinda's to whip up buckwheat pancakes and eggs. Her frying pan is so awesome, and her spatula so thin, I was able to create amazing eggs over easy for the ladies. Later, when galinda & my wife went shopping, and my children were looking for some activities to participate in outside, I decided to do something I had never had reason to do before. I shoveled snow. Well, I attempted to. Because the two-inches of snow were atop two-inches of ice, it was quite the effort. Either way, I was not only successful in this endeavor, I was able to provide my body the workout I would have otherwise missed that day. Thanks galinda for having us!
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
I'd handed out my business card to all my neighbors so they'd have my cell phone. I rec'd the call at approximately 1400 that our power was back on. Not too bad, really, considering all the other neighborhoods which were still without. My wife's cousin Troy was deployed from Wichita to Saint Louis to augment the power company in getting the rest of the city restored. His 'peacetime' mission is as a registered Tree Doctor. During emergency times, however, he's a civil engineer who travels to trouble spots with a team to get entire cities up and running. He was able to stop by last night for a nice visit after work. I asked him if he thought there were any demographics involved in having brought up out neighborhood three days prior to other neighborhoods and he looked at me as if I were dumb for asking. I feel that out of everyone who could afford to replace the entire contents of their refrigerator, and afford to leave town, or take off work or stay in a hotel that we should really be the last ones to have our power restored. The poorer neighborhoods don't really have that option. Sorry, just me in a flash of liberalism.
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
I dreamed last night I was oiling my rod in front of
Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know
I'm getting rid of the Bengal's. We're having a singularly unique problem that we have yet been able to solve, and that the cats have not grown out of yet. My wife has been frustrated with this for months, but I've been able to push it off. I lost that battle last week, when Niobe urinated on little girl's Cinderella, Tinkerbell, Snow White, and [some other Disney] Princess dress. I've carved out a Gallery Album for them here. They'll be going back to their brothers and sisters. I will miss them something fierce.
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
Called ProfessorTom yesterday afternoon and my wife and I had a nice chat with him. I guess we talked about half an hour or so. The bastard hadn't posted in so long I felt he deserved some verbal abuse. As is usual for Mr. Tom, his basket runneth over. I think this also marks the first time my wife has acknowledged his presence. So we should write that down or something.
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
And lastly, I read a book to my daughter last night where a boy went on an overnight cruise with six girls. It didn't seem a very age-appropriate subject. The title of this little gem was 'Strawberry Shortcake meets Rainbow Sherbert."
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.