kush.

OMG!! My eyes are BLINDED by this ... beauty. I think you should adjust your vision by gazing upon this finest... contraption since the Sham Wow.

gaze, people, gaze...

p.s.- personally, i use my dog, Sophia. she was free and I didn't have to pay $55 plus s&h.

LoL, OMG!!

http://www.kushsupport.com/

wooden weiner progress.

snarky lil sprites.

throughout my life many people have come and gone, influencing my soul in insurmountable ways. i shall call them sprites, because they fly in and out my life, make it all magical, cause mischief, and all that fun and mean stuff that sprites are known for. these various sprites have flown in throughout my life, creating a hard tale to read. but it is a tale full of color, wonder, and pain all of which are not make believe.

some of these sprites have different colored glows; some bright and sparkly whilst others are dark and dreary. but i have found that with my age, i find more treasures along the path in this magical forest i call my life. the treasure i have most recently found is that of understanding. true understanding. with this gift from these sprites, i am also finding another gift; a void. a space painted full of anger that is quickly dissipating. a void has never been so beautiful.

when i lie down "on a pillow of bluebonnets, in a blanket made of stars," i dream dreams that i am an artist. it may be merely a fanciful dream, but its a silly one i dare to court. so when i see any voids, it is my urge to fill it with something. but this, this patch of nothingness,... is beautiful. it is a beautiful work of art i dare not try to tweak, as it is perfectly imperfect.

there are times in my journey through the magic forest that i tend to get too cocky, i tend to forget previous life lessons that i've learned. the universe calls upon the fate deity, to remind me. to remind me of not repeating any mistakes. or to remind me of other things long gone by. that is when little sprites fly my way. they usually fly in front of my face like a nagging house fly i have to swat out of aggravation. but it is only for my own good. sometimes the gods and goddesses up there on mount Olympus must send down some help to protect the princess. :-)

tonight they did just that; a dark sprite was sent my way. this particular sprite's own journey through his dark forest has been intertwined with mine for years at a time. our paths were dark together, but were brightened with the separation. it was a painful split but a necessary one. forgiveness was a treasure box i found with this sprite's name on it a couple of moons ago. just recently did i see that the star on orions belt was shrinking. i knew the winds would soon blow him my way once again. it was inevitable. distance is required, friendship unstable. i was reminded of the darkened scary sections of the forest. i sometimes forget that there were too many things in common; more than seeing double trouble but being bearers of cowards' disgrace. it was two secrets never spoken but the heavy load was shared. our paths came together and split apart many times throughout our teenage and young adult years. too much pain prevented any sunshine on either forest. i have fought and struggled to find my sunshine (my wife) in my forest. i went about it in a not so graceful manner, but damnit i am here and i am a survivor, to quote my most fairest sprite of them all. my struggle was one helluva battle, but others are still fighting their war. his forest is sadly still war torn. i am reminded to be so grateful because my forest could have been so much darker, like his currently is. somewhere out there in the land of magical forests, princesses, sprites, and some unseen all being power that watches out for everyone... somewhere out there, some sprite or all knowing being has watched over my magical forest by guiding my path away from the darkest corners of hell. i don't know what i ever did in my past life, or in this one, to deserve such a guardian. one thing i am is grateful, eternally grateful. thank you to whoever or whatever is out there, for keeping this princess safe in her own little magical kingdom.

w.w.w.

newest project: wood workin weiner!! its obviously still a work in progress but i will post pictures until i declare it finished. i'll be making a reflective one as well. maybe they can be window decorations? any ideas on what i can post them on Etsy as? home decor? window decor? turrlet decor? its definitely weiner decor.

GISM #8 of 365:
i am grateful for creative ideas.

doggeh swag.

spiffy doggeh swag contest!! go check it out!!

http://jamieann.net/shops/2009/06/22/etsy-adore-the-hydrant/

(**picture taken from that Etsy store. It is NOT my picture. But it is my favorite collar available in this store!! also check out past items...i totally love the monkey one too**)

bliss.

aforementioned headache has for the most part, dissipated, thank my stars!! okay, let me fill you in on this quite eventful weekend. first of all, the yard sale was so-so. barely that, even. not worth the 4 am wake up call that the wife and i endured early saturday. our arrival in darlington prompted many oooooooh's and aaaaaaah's over our dear wee-one, sophia. i AM a proud mommy and YES i know my darling daughter furbaby IS THE cutest thing to hit Earth since finger monkeys. however, dear scary butch redneck with the hideous tattoo on your ankle, she is NOT for sale. and no disrespect, but nor is she for sale to your...colorful... mother either. but i digress, we made approximately twenty bucks. yeah. so it was a bust, but the rest of the day made it all worthwhile.

a baby dyke was a new face in our normal crowd, and she was just adorable. very self assured at 15 years old. it was quite refreshing. after a cookout we headed to my best friend's family pool. her other best friend was there as well. i know she enjoyed that. after the pool, we were originally off to a new restaurant in Florence, Hibachi Grill. upon walking into the door, a panic attack set in for me. a strong, sudden, and fierce one. more fierce than borat's lil gay persona. it was a damn cattle trough; herds of people moving in and out. it was TOO MUCH for me. too many people staring at me,... no ma'am, not for me. the wife and i meandered over to two great greek owned restaurants in town for take-out, and both were closed. i wondered what kind of fuckery that was. we finally got our supper and returned to my mama's to consume it.


....later that evening, we headed to my grandma's for a quick visit. it was here that i attained a copy of our family legend; the infamous DVD that is the finest form of blackmail God EVER created. one of my aunts pays some kind of quasi, half stoned, a bit psycho homage to Prince. also in the video was our grand daddy, who has been deceased for twenty plus years. i stole the scene in every shot i was in, naturally. because a toddler with a passy, adorable ringlets, and little arms giving her impression of Mr. T is the.cutest.thing.EVER. (and my family knows it too. lol!!) my brothers, the wife and i had a good time watching the often dizzying home video.

after the video, i busted my sister at a party. i listened to my gut and i was right. i went to see for myself at damn almost 11 pm. i caught the dumbass red handed worse than ken star discovering the lewinsky dress to bust Clinton. yeah. i rushed home, woke my mama up, and tattled like it was nobody's business. i just could NOT sit at my mama's KNOWING she was at a party where anything and everything could have happened to a 17 year old, socially retarded, hormone driven, selfish teenager. i do so love my only real sister that i have, which is why i may be labeled a snitch, but i'm a RESPONSIBLE snitch, damnit. i'd never have forgiven myself if something bad had happened to her and i'd done nothing to protect her.

god forbid had she driven drunk and wrecked. that's the most irresponsible down right stupid and selfish thing anybody can do. speaking of which,... happy father's day to all the dads out there. i was/am lucky to have a great dad. he has loved me, protected me, and raised me the way any dad is supposed to. he never gave up on me, and for that, i am eternally grateful. thanks, steve.


GISM #7 of 365:
i am grateful for karma.

happy daddy's day!!

happy daddy's day to all of the REAL daddy's out there. it takes more than a DNA donation to make a man a daddy!!

boy do i EVER have a bloggy blog to post about this weekend. but because i yet again have another damned sinus headache, yall must be patient on that. i will give you clues, so conclude what you must: yard sale. pool. a panic attack. the myth; the lengend; the DVD. teenage mischief.