Friday, October 28, 2011

The Big Move To Massachusetts

(Note- I did NOT write this. A friend sent it to me in an email earlier this year.)

August 15 - Moved to our new home in Massachusetts . It's so beautiful here. The lake to the north looks so majestic. I can hardly wait to see it snow covered. I'm going to love it here!


October 14 - Massachusetts is definitely the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves have turned all the colors and shades of red and orange. Went for a ride through the park and saw some deer. They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most wonderful animals on earth. This must be paradise, I LOVE IT HERE!!!!

October 25 - Deer season will start soon. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kill such a gorgeous animal. Hope it will snow soon. I love it here. Those red and orange leaves have covered my yard. Looks like a magnificent multi-colored carpet. HOW BEAUTIFUL. Raking and cleaning up the yard will be an opportunity for invigorating exercise in the cool crisp air.

November 1 - Ah, more leaves and more exercise.

November 8 - Jesus, still more leaves. Guess it's best to wait until they've all fallen before I rake again.

November 15 - Finally, all of the trees lost their leaves and with today's final raking it's over for this season. Chiropractor suggested I use a lawn maintenance service next year. Only four blisters became infected. Should probably remember to use gloves.

November 30 - What the f--k? Where did all of those leaves come from? Had a little wind last night and the lawn is covered again. Oh well, they'll just have to wait until spring.

December 12 - It snowed last night, FINALLY. Woke up to find everything blanketed in white. It looks like a postcard. We went outside and cleaned the snow off the steps and shoveled the driveway. Had a snowball fight (I won) and when the snowplow came by we had to shovel the end of the driveway again. What a beautiful place. I Love Massachusetts !

December 14 - More snow last night, I love it. The snow plow did his trick to the driveway again. I Love it here.

December 19 - More snow again last night. Can't get out of the driveway. Can't get to work. I'm exhausted from shoveling. F--king snowplow.

December 22 - More of that white shit fell again last night. As if dealing with the leaves weren't bad enough, now I've got blisters all over my hands from shoveling, must remember to wear gloves. I think the snowplow hides around the corner and waits until I'm finished shoveling the driveway. The asshole.

December 25 - Merry F--king Christmas. More frigging snow. If I ever get my hands on that son-of-a-bitch who drives the snowplow, I swear I'll kill the bastard. Don't know why they don't use more salt on the roads to melt the f--king ice.

December 27 - More white shit last night. Have been inside for three days except for shoveling out the driveway after that plow goes through every time. F--king gloves got wet and then froze on my hands. Doctor said it was just a mild case of frost bite, disfiguration is probably only temporary. Can't go anywhere, car is stuck in a mountain of white shit. The weatherman says to expect another 10 inches of the shit tonight. Do you know how many shovels full of snow 10 inches is?

December 28 - The f--king weatherman was wrong. We got 34 inches of that white shit. At this rate it won't melt 'till summer. The plow got stuck up the road and the bastard came to the door and asked to borrow a shovel. After I told him I'd already broken six of them shoveling all the shit he pushed into the driveway, I broke my last one on his f-king head.

January 4 - Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get food and on the way back I hit a damned deer that ran in front of my car. Did about $3000 damage. F--king beasts should be killed. Wish the hunters had killed them all last November.

March 3 - Took the car to the garage in town. The thing is rusting out from all the f--king salt they put all over the roads.

March 10 - Moved to Palm Springs, California. I can't imagine why anyone in their right mind would ever live in that God forsaken state of Massachusetts .







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Thursday, October 13, 2011

I've got your back, kid


My daughter is one of the coolest people I've ever known and I'm not even being biased. Not even a little. She's the only person I can have a completely nonsensical conversation with and we both get it. The conversations are usually out there, but the one this morning takes the cake. Where does it take the cake, you ask? Down to the bakery to see the other cakes. (Thanks, George Carlin.) Moving right along...let me share our conversation this morning:

V:  I want a squirrel. A black squirrel. That way I can be cooler than the other kids because no one has a black squirrel. They're really rare.

Me:  Where would you keep your awesome squirrel? Not in the house, I hope.

V:  Of course not. I'd keep him outside and before school I'd have him latch onto my cheek so he can be my new accessory. That way when I walk into school everyone will say "Oooooo! She's so COOL! She has a squirrel on her cheek. I want one!!"

Me:  I think squirrels have rabies, baby.

V:  Even BETTER!! Then I can be a zombie!!!

Me:  Zombies eat people.

V:  That might be why I want to lick your face.

Me:  You should be a writer, you're so creative.

V:  So can I?

Me: What?

V:  Lick your face.

Me:  How about a kiss instead?

V:  FINE, but once I'm a zombie you won't have a choice.

Me:  I'll keep that in mind.



Some people might think this kind of exchange is odd, but not me. Everyday of my life is fun and interesting because of my girl. I hope she never loses her creativity or her vivid imagination. She reminds me that life is meant for enjoying and that black zombie squirrels go great with anything.






 For V







Wednesday, October 12, 2011

We're gonna be rich

I'm trying to stop swearing. In my first attempt at behavior modification, I put a rubber band on my wrist and popped it whenever I swore. 24 hours later my wrist was red, swollen and probably only one pop away from bleeding. Then I remembered the Budweiser commercial where everyone has to put a quarter in a jar when they cuss at work...








Brilliant. I've put a jar out and I imagine we'll be rich soon. Writing swear words isn't the same as actually swearing, is it?








I'll let you know how it works out.