An enthusiastic friend grabbed me from the back today and squeezed me so hard he sprained my ribs. I spent most of the day in the e.r. getting stupid x-rays. Nothing in the world can be done for it. Just ride it out. It comes at a bad time too as I was wanting to finish my sheetrocking and painting. ugh

I'm having a party tomm. night. You bitches have to bring your own beer.

So this is an doozy. I dreamed I was a babysitter/tutor for a precocious 10 year old girl in new york city. The whole dream revolved around our exploits while discovering the city.

The crazy part....she was a shape shifter. In the middle of the met (or somewhere equally awkward) she would change into this giant black horse. She had no control over the shift so thats where the hilarity came in. It happened on an escalator. It happened while she was doing her Holly Go lightly impression in front of Tiffany's. Oh....it was a hoot.

I learned today that for young people, texting is seen not as a way of communicating but as something to do.

I got a text from a friend asking "what are you doing?" I texted back that that I was about to pass out from boredom. He texts back "me too"

In the old fashioned days of telephonic communication That would be seen as an invitation to get together and do something. So I text him a list of things we could do. He texts back "could we do something another day?"

So I guess he WAS doing something......texting

A sad and reflective day here at brokeback farm. The snow softly fallen is not to be taken seriously. It is only a reminder that the calendar is more powerful than the weather wishes of the faithful. The windows are closed and the furnace clicks on sometimes. Big flakes for a while then tiny ones, all melting on the ground.

Today my thoughts are on faith. I wonder what it means to have enough to give yourself completly to someone or even something. Faith that that thing is real. Faith that I am enough. I know this is an area where I am not whole. I know this is the dark hole where lonely lives. We are old friends.

If it is true that we learn all we will ever know about relationships from watching those around us durring our formative years, then the riddle is solved. I know my parents married only because I was "the bun in the oven". We can't go back and un-do that. I do feel an obligation to question the pending marriages around me.

Mexico boy and pending wife came for a visit yesterday. Along with adorable baby boy. I watched them interact all day. They do not have a clue. ALL their attention is on said cute baby boy. They don't touch, talk, or seek out each other. When they left I wondered who I am to question this relaionship.

I am that baby boy.
And I want more for him.

Do I dare?

I spent a wonderful afternoon digging in the dirt. Oh so nice to smell the rich soil, To see the little shoots popping up all over. These are the days I live for.

I had a physical this morning. My prostate is starting to enlarge. This is normal for men of my advanced years but I wonder if more stimulation would help? I should ask Kirkj. I bet he knows. He's had everything up there butt (ha) the kitchen sink. What an odd thing to be so proud of.

My chickens have figured out they like worms. Now I can't keep them away from any area I am digging. There won't be any wigglers left the way they have been scarfing them down.

Watching them eat worms grosses me out.

It just NOW dawned on me that I should do my taxes. I am such a lazy ass. There is nothing to it though so I am not worried (I probaby should be)

I am going to get new baby chicks. I will let these lay through the summer and then WACK. It needs to be done, I have not been a good dad and I have let these chickens develop bad habbits. So...off with their heads.

spring is way too early here. We are having weather we shouldn't have for another 3 weeks. I'm not falling for it though. Fool me once.....

I'm going to go have a peanut butter a jelly sandwich.

Whenever I eat pineapple I get a sore spot inside my mouth that hurts like HELL. I still can't stop myself. I wonder why? it probably has to do with changing the ph balance of your mouth.

One of my hens has "gone broody" For those of you wiithout a backyard flock of your own it means she really wants to hatch some eggs. Most of the time they just lay the eggs and walk away. Now she wants to sit on them till they hatch. She doesn't know there is no boy chicken here to make the eggs fertile. It makes me a little sad to have to move her away to collect the eggs. Life of a farmer I guess.

I have a newfound appreciation for the change of the seasons. I always knew that I would get warmer as the southern hemisphere got cooler. But reading J's blog has given it a fresh take. Hearing him flip the mattress and put on flannel sheets while I spend the first night with my window cracked open gives me a fresh outlook.

I saw milk. I only got a little boo hooey once. Damn the guy who played his boyfriend through most of the movie was fine! He really captured that 70's sexiness.

It was so nice today I sat in the backyard in a t-shirt. Ahhh sweet feeling to have the sun beating down so strong. I have noticed buds on some of the trees and the pussy willows are almost ready down by the creek. I transplanted all of my brasicas today, they will be redy to plant out in a few weeks. I also started my tomatoes and peppers today. It will be awhile before they can go out.

Now I have to clean the chicken coop. Those girls might lay nice eggs but they sure can shit up a storm.

I had a guy comming out today to give me a bid on a new roof for the farm. As I was preparing for his arrival (had to shovel the fresh 8 inches of snow off the deck) I remembered the single board on the deck that is NOT nailed and was prepared to warn him not to step on it.

So.....of course, as he is walking up to the house, I step on the loose board. It swings up (garden rake style) and hits me square on the head. It didn't really hurt just embarassed the hell out of me.

I doubt it will affect the bid.

And Yes MD, he had a really nice ass.

What do you suppose it means when a friend e-mails you and asks you where you like to go because he has a gazillion AAA miles that are going to expire in july.

Three things I don't know. What are AAA miles? Is he serious?
And most importantly....WHERE THE HELL IS MY THONG!