I'm still here! I have been approximately zero fun this weekend - this UTI is kicking my ass. I called my dr Thursday morning and she wouldn't call me in an antibiotic so I had to go in Friday morning to pee in a cup to get some Cipro. I would probably feel better had I not drank so much wine but it's a holiday weekend but my dr didn't actually tell me NOT to have alcohol - she said to stay hydrated. And the party I was going to tomorrow got cancelled yesterday. I was with two other people who were also invited, one got a vague phone call from the host with no explanation and then I got a text from the hostess. "Have to cancel the party. I took a bad fall last night and knocked out some teeth." I saw them the night before and they were both the drunkest I've ever seen them so I'm not terribly surprised but fuck... she knocked out teeth?!?
All I can think of is him firing 150 shots up into the air at a tree branch. Was probably a bit full of 'MURICA, thought he was this guy:
Can you imagine being that bird getting shot at 150 times? No way he didn't hit the animal at least once with a flier.
You should drunkenly hand out American flags to Commies whilst screaming "LAND OF THE FREE!" at the top of your lungs. And have someone record it. For science.
Great, so some dude was walking in Central Park, stepped on some type of "explosive" according to reports and blew off his foot. News is going crazy with this. Because of course it is.
All I've seen is it was caused by "Fireworks." Apparently pressure sensitive fireworks left in a park. EDIT: Oh boy, they've updated the story: "Officials believe an “explosive hobbyist” may have left behind the device that detonated when an 18-year-old man’s foot landed on it in New York’s Central Park on Sunday morning" So...planting an IED makes a person an "Explosive Hobbyist" now? How cute.
After 7 hours of yard work preparing for a 4th party tomorrow, there is nothing greater than relaxing out with some beer waiting for the coals to heat up to throw on a couple steaks. Beer of choice tonight: Power and Light. So good, from Austin, TX. And on the music? A little Jeff Strahan "Take Me to Texas". I know there was a discussion earlier about people being from Texas and that Texas Pride, but man, just listen to that song with a beer in your hand with a cool breeze blowing ... There ain't nothing better than that.
I go back to work tomorrow...feel like I need another day to re-group. My fam parties hard and I feel like Droopy Dog.
I googled "explosives hobbyist" and, apparently, it's a thing. Doing that probably landed me on a government watch list, but I had to know.
My cat left a decaying squirrel with only a head, spine and tail near my backdoor today. It reeked of death and had maggots on it so I buried it in a leaf pile way in the backyard. I go to call her in just now and I see that she has found it, dug it up and is carrying it around. That was fun chasing her around the yard with a shovel trying to get her to drop it.
My cat used to kill grown rabbits, all I'd find was the back legs, pelt and head, if she found bunnies she'd skin them and leave them whole on the doorstep.
This is odd: It's the Fourth of July, and I'm not blowing shit up. I'm just home with Li'l Bandit; he's talking on the phone with his girlfriend right now, and I'm here. Anyway, happy Fourth of July!
Today (the 3rd) was my dad's birthday, and Mom called me all kinds of depressed seeing as this was the first one without him. We chatted for a couple of hours, told good stories, and ended with smiles and good memories. Happy Canada Day and 4th to everyone, and be sure to enjoy the shit that really matters. Bandit, sounds like you have that covered already.
Spent yesterday at a friend's bbq... we had almost 100 people there. Tons of meat (we brought in 4 smokers for beef brisket, chicken, pork), tons of booze, and we hired Andrew Allen, a somewhat local Canadian musician (he's got some stuff in the Canadian top 10 right now). It went from 3pm until 3am, and a great time was had by all. And the view from the back yard isn't too shabby.
Ran the Peachtree Road Race this morning. I passed a guy with an American flag tied around his neck, and he was wearing one of those hard hats that hold two beer cans. There were two Budweisers with the America theme, and he was drinking them. While running a 10K. 'murica.