“they’re boots” said the boy with the blue hair when he noticed me looking at his oversized shoes. then he pulled up his pant leg to show me the thick leather with large heavy buckles running up to his knee. “steel-toed too”.

“very nice” i responded genuinely impressed.

he began to kick the heel of one boot on the toe of the other and said “this here is where i shot my foot with a bb gun”.

while i spun through possible responses he filled in the gap with “would have gone through a shoe like yours”.

i always leave the local co-op grocery feeling i got a little extra…

this weekend i put my car in a ditch when it slid down a wet embankment at a farm we where we were going for a hay ride.

even with my car pitched at a crazy angle and resting in about a foot of mud you wouldn’t believe how hard i had to work to keep other people from pulling in behind me while i waited roadside for the tow truck.

i’ve been at this long enough and have posted enough garbage that i’m starting to wonder if i’m repeating myself. luckily, i haven’t implemented that search feature i’ve been considering so i don’t know for sure. luckily, i haven’t implemented that search feature i’ve been considering so i don’t know for sure.

boy, was that a cheap parlor joke.

as amazing as this was – he won’t be playing in the world series. yeah biatch!

i have an interesting relationship with watching sports on tv. if i’m passionate about one of the teams i feel compelled to watch the game and end up feeling bad either because my team lost or because i wasted all that time in front of the tele.

however, if i don’t care about either team i can watch a game and not care about who wins or how much time i spend watching…

so, i guess the moral of this story is i should become a habitual xanax junkie and avoid becoming too passionate about anything.

but in the meantime – go cards!!

turns out bear hunting season opened in western north carolina yesterday. they’re allowing hunting in the mount mitchell bear sanctuary in yancey county.

i guess the southern definition of sanctuary is a finite area where you’re put to be hunted.

for the remainder of my life, regardless of what sadness comes, i will always take comfort that i wasn’t wearing a phoenix cardinal uniform on monday october 16th…

saturday we went to the fancy mall in town and were dressed about weekend normal for us. the whole time we were there we pretty much felt like white trash.

sunday we go to the unc botanical garden dressed down in comparison to saturday and were probably as done up about as much as anyone in else in the place.

thats only one of the reasons we love living in the neighborhood of tree-hugging, hippy wanne-be’s.

new episodes of lost, cardinals in the national league championship series and of course i can’t pass the the daily show or colbert… too much tv this week for many new ideas.

a fifteen second glimpse in to nearly ever moment with ethan.

ethan: i want to hear this cd
me: there isn’t any music on that cd
ethan: i want to hear this cd
me: but that cd is blank and won’t play anything
ethan: i want to hear blank
me: ok, here you go
ethan: i can’t hear anything
me: well, that’s the sound of blank
ethan: i don’t like the sound of blank

do apes and gorillas suffer male pattern baldness or is this another sign that i am farther along in the evolution process.

why hasn’t the fcc shut down this scourge?