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BLUEBELLY KERRIGAN

The next time I think it's a smart idea to get up at the crack of dawn to go out and run SEVEN MILES, someone please pull a Tonya Harding and have my knees whacked with a pipe.

I'm. So. Sore.

 
AARRRGGGHHHH

Can't meditate now because the handyman showed up to prep the new screen doors.

 
OM or YUM

Eat or meditate?
Eat or meditate?
Eat or meditate?

Meditate.

 
QUIZ

Guess who keeps singing " . . ."Cause I'm TNT . . . . .",
by none other than AC/DC of course.

 
HERO OF THE DAY: GARY

Mr. B had a very good first week at MHS. And to top it off, the group swam in the big water polo pool today.
Mr. B's "aide at the moment" asked a very astute question:

DEREK: How do we get him OUT of the pool?
ME: Whale harpoon.
DEREK: Well . . . . . .
ME: Drift net.
DEREK: . . . . . .
ME: Large spear.
DEREK: . . . . . . .
ME: Well, how did you get him out?
DEREK: Coach Gary had to jump in and carry him out.

 
WHAT COMES AROUND GOES AROUND

I have contemplated not blogging these thoughts. Well, ummm, however . . . . . .

Reincarnation. It just makes sense to me. Everything else in nature dies and is reborn. It is the nature of our planet, our universe. It is the exquisite beauty of refinement, the true meaning of evolution itself.

We live in duality. Birth-rebirth. Life-Death. Female-Male. Positive-Negative. On-Off. Conscious-Unconscious.

It's brilliant, really.

 
NEVERMIND

Well, I was going to post about today's big events, but somehow when I sat down to write, it seems as though they happened so long ago. I can hardly rememer this morning, it was soooo loooong agoooo.

 
BEST OF BOTH WORLDS

Mr. B and I are back after a nice ride around town, with the air conditioning on full blast and all of the windows down.

Stopped off at Ralphs Supermarket:

Me: Blueberries, bleach, three toothbrushes (Mr. B commandeered all of ours today), 24 pack of Arrowhead Water for school lunches, sourdough bread, wine, cinnamon raisin bagels.

Mr B: Three pink sponges, two yellow sponges, one package caramel candy squares, one bag Mesquite BBQ chips.

Back home, still sweating bullets, swearing at the heat. We'll stay up until 2:00 am and sleep in if we have to. Dammit.

 
HOW HARD IS IT TO READ THE DAMNED CLOUDS

Once again, the Weather Experts incorecctly predicted cool overcast weather for our neck of the woods over the three day weekend.

Since it registered 90 degrees INSIDE the house (that's as high as the thermometer goes), Mr. B and I decided to escape to the sidewalks of our town this evening at 5:00 pm. I obviously wore flip flops (I flip flop proudly, because I have a brain), and Mr. B insisted on roller blades. Ended up at Blockbuster where Mr. B entered the building and promptly collapsed on the floor. The gentle Indian man didn't know what to think, and politely tried to step over him. I just did the usual, said goodbye, and hid around the corner.

Since he showed no signs of life after 30 seconds, I returned and pulled him up by the bootstraps. He laughed. Now, onto the Family Section, where only Mr. B and I perused Disney, Barney, the Olsen Twins, and various other oddballs. Everyone else was busy with the new releases and foreign films.

Mr. B rented three videos and chose one package of Skittles.

I left with nothing, just glad to escape without too much commotion. Came home, watched Punked on MTV, and now at almost 11:00 pm, I am still perspiring and cursing those stupid weather morons.

Maybe we should just get in the BEHEMOTH and drive around with the air conditioning on full blast.

Yeah, that's a good idea. See ya later.

 
A LOVELY SIGHT

Mr. B is riding his new bicycle. Naked. (in the backyard).

Wouldn't that be a little uncomfortable?