Bass...it Does a Booty Good!

Well the bass finally got here and all i can say is that it is better than i expected it to be...My son and I had our first official "jam" session and he even learned a new drum pattern. On another note I have this odd habit of wandering into every used book store, office supply or art supply/hobby store i come across. Its almost as if it is encoded in my DNA..... no matter how hard i try to resist i find myself walking into them anyway...awhile back i wandered into a used book store that just opened up down the road from me and while trying to help my son locate a couple of "Goosebumps", and "Choose your own Adventure" books, i came across Norton Justers "Phantom Tollbooth"...i had forgotten about this book for many many years, but as i thumbed through it Milo's adventures all came rushing back. The book has probably been forgotten by many people over the last 4o years, kind of like L. Frank Baums' Oz Books (of which there were 13 you would be suprised how many people don't know that!!!) or Maurice Sendaks books....but if you have children this is worth finding and reading it to them...Somewhere out there is an animated version done by Chuck Jones (the guy who directed many many Bugs Bunny cartoons) I think i read somewhere that they were going to put it on DVD soon. For some odd reason i didn't purchase the book, but my wife did go back and buy it for me after i told her about it (she is such a good honey most of the time) I have started to re-live moments from my childhood again by reading this book, i can almost smell my grandmothers house again....



I also joined a Bass Players forum http://www.talkbass.com/ you might want to check it out just for shits and giggles...



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Botom End!

Been a while since i have written anything here....just a quick update.....it's been a strange few weeks to say the least....I have decided that i missed playing bass, so i bought a new one along with a small practice amp and a small inexpensive multiple effects board. I chose the ESP F- Series based on design, price, performance, and materials. The ESP F-104 bass not only looks nasty, but it's 35" scale and ESP-designed SB-4 pickups with active EQ lend themselves especially well to crushing, de-tuned sounds. i can tune to D or C with heavy strings or string up B-E-A-D for brutal low end. Has a wildly sculpted body, bolt-on maple neck, rosewood fingerboard, fretboard inlays, 24 extra-jumbo frets, and black hardware plus i added a set of black strings...it arrives via UPS today i'm chomping at the bit. My Son Tyler is chomping to as he wants to jam on his drums along with me....now if we can just get mom to play guitar we will have it made...lol

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At it again

My Daughter has been gone the last two weeks to visit her grandmother and give us all some breathing room. Those two weeks were pretty damn good, quiet peaceful not perfect but good. My son and i spent some good quality time together playing games watching movies, shooting his BB gun, and working in the snake room etc. She has been home exactly one day and everybody in the house is bent out of shape. My Son now complains of headaches and won't sleep, my wife is on edge and once again if the goddamn universe doesn't revolve around her everybody has to be punished for it. Its not all her fault to be fair but she pushes every goddamn button we all have. My wife takes the biggest beating as she is the one everybody attacks and gives shit to, as she tries to placate everyone and hold it all together when no one else wants it to work. My daughter went and bought a cell phone today and because we couldn't get it to work properly (keep in mind it is Sunday and we registered it on line) she has to go off on everyone in the house. Now i realize i'm being selfish (not) but all i wanted was a fucking hour of time at some point this weekend to have a little one on one adult time with the wife. But she is so stressed, tired, and so worn out and drained from all the bullshit that she has nothing left for me which means sex NEVER EVER happens anymore which makes me Oh so Happy.......And when i do manage to get a little time it is usually quick, hurried, chaotic, rushed and on the whole emotionally unsatisfying or as she puts it "it's work its a job" So we fight which make it oh so much better. I'm told to communicate my feelings but when i do i get yelled at for being a selfish prick, and when i don't I'm an asshole for not trying......

We work different shifts so we pass each other all week.....we get about 40 minutes a week together in 10 minute increments, until the weekend gets here.....so when Saturday rolls around i'm ready as i have been waiting for this all week, in fact i have built it up to the point that it is all I'm looking forward to and i think of nothing else. Then guess what happens? NOTHING as she has already made plans for the entire fucking weekend that don't involve.....yep you guessed it "No Sex"

I'm not in it for the orgasm or the physical release alone, if that's all i wanted i would just jerk off. I want the closeness and the emotional contact that comes with a prolonged session with the wife, not a "Pity Quickie"

As of late i feel dead and cold inside...or I'm an emotional wreck no in-between at all

I don't want to fight but i feel like i have to...if i do I'm an ass if i don't i'm a jerk

Lost, blind, empty, used up, secrets thought i swallow and hide

but i'm just an asshole that is supposed to sit and the corner not participate in his own life and graciously accept the scraps that are thrown my way with a smile...

I'm almost 40 i don't want to start over but i can't continue to feel like this anymore

no one should feel useless, and unloved and unwanted but i do, and i don't know how to fix it. I don't know how to get back to where i was, where we were when we were happy, I'm not sure we can, I'm not sure we are even the same people

for now i'm a leaf blowing where the winds takes me...

My dad called yesterday to talk about a job opportunity in Washington state which started huge drama once again in the house.....I may go even if they don't

Listening to Danzig which she hates but his music reflects my mood and it helped me through some pretty dark times in the past....

I think about suicide a lot these days...

I'm ranting and i need to throw up....

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Bullshit!

Lindsay Lohan reached a plea deal Thursday on misdemeanor drunken driving and cocaine charges that calls for her to spend one day in jail, serve 10 days of community service and complete a drug treatment program.
She was also placed on 36 months probation, is required to complete an 18-month alcohol education program, pay hundreds of dollars in fines and must complete a three-day county coroner program in which she'll visit a morgue and talk to victims of drunken drivers and view dead bodies.

"She's getting what everyone else would get," Deputy District Attorney Danette Meyers said after an hour long hearing in Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge H. Chester Horn Jr.'s courtroom. Terms of the plea bargain were worked out in chambers.

Lohan was charged earlier in the day with seven misdemeanors stemming from two drunken-driving arrests in the last four months.

Not to mention Nicole Ritchie serves a whopping 82 minutes on her sentence.....

had this been me i would have served 120 days in jail had my license taken away not to mention a hefty fine as well as community service and several years of probation

treated like everyone else my ass!!!

somebody got sucked, fucked, bribed, or all of the above!!

Life in General

I have never really understood why people get so bent out of shape over two things......religion and politics. Truth is all politicians are full of crap, they all sell out to some degree, they have to simply to get elected. We all need to focus on the overall basic "tenants" of the "belief" system of a particular party and not the particular skeletons in the closet of a particular candidate...ah if only it were that simple...lol As far as religion goes, very little in any organized religion or faith is truly original. Religions and faiths are not born from scratch. They grow and feed from one another. Modern religions are a Hodgepodge and a myriad collage of assimilated history. Simply stated religion or faith is a way for mankind to understand or feel closer to the divine. Every major christian holiday is stolen from various pagan traditions. and yet wars have been waged for thousands of years in the name of one god or another....

When I was a kid my grandfather always said life would get easier as i got older and i came to understand the world around me and my place in it. Well Grandpa, you were full of shit...i would love to go back to a time when the only thing i lived for was to play outside with my friends, to feel the sun on my face, my bicycle underneath me, and my dog at my side. To a time when i could leave the house at the ass crack of dawn and as long as i was home before the street lights came on i was golden and nobody worried. To a time when i had never heard of Iraq or Osama Bin Laden.

My teenage daughter is in such a hurry to grow up, i wish i could make her understand that she needs to hold on to innocence and youth as long as possible before she starts to worry about insurance, rent, mortgages, pregnancy, motherhood, work, car payments, taxes, responsibility etc. She thinks her life is so fucking hard, but i would trade places with her in a second. My son is always walking around complaining he is bored......we live on 300 hundred acres of woods, ponds, streams and pasture. When I was his age i would have been in heaven i could keep myself busy all day with a rock and a stick. I would invade foreign kingdoms, I was the great white hunter, i was king of my own castle. The kids today are so over stimulated with TV, the Internet, Video games, that they don't know their asses from a hole in the ground and none of them seem to have an imagination. life gets easier my ass!

I want to go back to 1979!

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Ok I have been "Simpsonized"

I saw this add someplace where you insert a picture of yourself into a image generator and it spits out a "Simpson's" version of you. I was curious and bored so here is mine...lol Actually it is not a bad likeness all and all...

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Someone Left the Faucet Running

Mad Scribblings,
epileptic typing in secret journals,
and public forums,
Erupt and blister,
in my heart and on my mind.

Minor league monsters,
shadows of real life,
strut and perform,
for my skull bound audience of ghosts,
Making way for the Grand Guignol.

Shattered stones,
ruins of the past,
dot the landscape,
of my burrowed flesh.
Vast subdivisions,
cracks in the foundations,
lost in a private reverie.

Love is a poison,
it makes the mind and the muscles ache.
Emptiness grows,
becoming a void.
It couldn't last,
its, gone.

No language, no meaning,
wishing we didn't hurt,
wishing i had never met you.

Forgive me,
one more time.
The emptiness
i can't do this again...

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Life Sucks!

I feel hollow, lonely, sad, isolated, angry, unloved, and unappreciated....I might actually end it if i had the balls. I don't however, and nobody would care one way or the other, and that is probably what hurts most. There would be nobody to cry at my funeral, nobody to laugh, nobody to piss on my grave, in essence no one would notice if i just simply vanished...

My daughter told me today she wishes that i would get in a wreck and die....said she hates me....funny thing is i love her and wish her well although i believe her to be doomed. I wish i could give her a hug and take all her pain away and make the world better but i can't because i see the world the same way she does a giant shit hole that sucks the life and marrow out of all of us.

I love my wife more that i have ever loved any woman including my mother, but i also hate her. I thought she was different that all the other women that have come into my life..in many ways she is but in many ways she is much worse. We argued today about moving to a new place to start over as our daughter has gotten into so much trouble here. Its not that i don't want to move but moving won't help the problem just postpone it....and because of her past experiences in life she can't or won't see that. Not to mention I'm almost 40 and been dragged all over the world by my Father and his jobs....she just wants to dump everything and run and i refuse to start from scratch again simply because....I think our marraige is over, the pieces are too small and to broken to put back together again

I'm writing again and that is NEVER a good thing...

It means I'm having a episode.....they make me creative, artistic, and productive at the cost of everyone around me, i think i belong locked away behind safe soft padded walls or alone in the woods...

I wish i could say something to you both,
but where would i start?
I don't know what happened to us,
we were happy once.
you guys were my world,
i lived in your smiles and laughter,
you all swam in my veins.

I fell from grace in your eyes and hearts,
not until i hit bottom,
did i realize how far that really was,
i'm a sad lonely Little excuse for a man.

The men who did those horrible things to you,
was someone else,
not me...
but i have always paid the price.

I wanted something else for you, for me,
but, apparently i'm unworthy.
i still want these things,
but they remain out of reach,
and probably always will for me...

later hopefully...

As if We Don't Have Enough to Worry About in This World!

Ok well i thought somebody was yanking our collective chains until i read this:

http://athena.web.cern.ch/athena/

Scientists have known since 1918 that two kinds of matter were created during the big bang -matter and antimatter. These morons have actually built a reverse polarity vacuum to pull antimatter positrons out of an accelerator before they have a chance to decay. By applying a magnetic field and accelerating a particle beam through a jet of xenon gas they stripped away the electrons and trapped the antimatter in a field suspended between two intersecting magnetic fields. Now granted antimatter in theory is the perfect energy source 100% efficient, no byproducts no radiation no pollution a few grams could power New York city for a week, hell a sample the size of a grain of sand is equal to two hundred metric tons of fuel. Were are talking a 100% conversion of mass to photon energy (Star Trek photon torpedo's hello) a sample the size of a BB would yield more than five kilotons (a Kiloton is equal to 1,000 metric tons of TNT) meaning if it blow we are talking the blast radius of almost a mile. Imagine if some of the loonies out there get a hold of this technology? Can you say unmake the universe?

Something to ponder...

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There Comes a Moment...

There comes a moment in your life when you wake up look around and realize that you don't own your things, in point of fact your things own you! (try going on vacation with a house full of animals). I'm not quite sure where it came from but one day a sign appeared in our guest bathroom that reads "Simplify" (I'm sure the wife bought it someplace and hung it up there but i have yet to ask her because for me it was just a little sign from the fates "no pun intended"). We spend out entire lives trying to accumulate stuff....a House, a Car, Big Screen TV, Computer, blah blah blah, etc. Then we are frustrated when things don't work correctly or from trying to keep them from getting broke, or freaking out when the air conditioner conks out....adding stress to our lives on top of the stress from work, and actual life (and for some of you that are saying to yourselves what stress? wait till you have teenagers...especially girls)....so i have decided recently to do just that....Simplify

(I think we would all live healthier happier more productive lives if we all went back to living like the indigenous peoples that used to dot this big blue marble called earth, but what do i know?)

Good luck all...


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Gotta Love Texas

Well this used to be my road....We have had a lot of rain the last few weeks but last night we had a mega deluge...

this is what i found when i tried to go to work this morning...lol

have to love living in the country...

You Can't Go Home Again...

Recently i attended my 20 Year High School reunion. Not much had changed....oh don't get me wrong everybody was older and a little heavier and perhaps a little wiser but not much had changed. The same "clicks" that hung out together in school wound up together again at the reunion. My last memory of most of these people were from graduation parties were the majority of them were "shit-faced". I walk away from this reunion carrying mostly the same memory "shit-faced again! i transferred into this school from California only knowing a few people as my grandparents lived in this town, but i made the best friend of my life there. He was the only one I kept up with over the the past 20 years. We lost touch about 7 or 8 years ago, and he was truthfully the only reason i went to the reunion. Its amazing how people hold on to stuff for 20 years...then again maybe its not. i was happy to see a few people and to know that they were doing well, but i never really "fit" into this school and i felt much the same way at the reunion proving the old adage that you can't go home again. As the evening broke up everybody promised to do a better job of keeping up with one another...but they also said the same thing on graduation day....only the future will tell. 20 years can change people for the better or for the worse...i discovered this weekend that i am much changed and hopefully for the better and i am "for sure" older...lol. The important thing is i found my friend again.

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Devastating couple of weeks...

For anybody still reading my blog...sorry it has been rough around here recently and i just have not had the urge to write. My wife's' father passed away recently, the hardest part to deal with is that we still don't know for sure exactly why. She wrote this small blurb which we posted on our website:

Ricky Howard Smothermon 1955 - 2007.

When I was a little kid, my dad would let me help him get his boat ready for his fishing trips and after the trip was over, he would be tired and sunburned but would lift me into the boat and I would help him unload. He always teased my sister and I that he wished we were boys (and sometimes that we acted like boys) but he loved his girls. He wasn't one of those touchy affectionate dads but when we were sick, he was the most attentive nurse you could ever hope for. He ran when we had our babies, he couldn't handle seeing us in pain, but it took an act of congress to pry those grand-babies out of his arms. He was the most honorable man I have ever known. He never lied to me, even when it would have been easier than the truth. He was a very simple person, often telling us "do what you have to do." Not big on the details, he taught us to see things more directly. He had a few good friends that he considered brothers and was always there when they needed him. His quiet manner made him difficult to know but once you really knew him, he was impossible to forget. My dad is gone now, we still don't really know why and probably never will. He passed away on May 31st, 2007 with his children and his brother and sister at his side. He was 52 years old. It is my hope that his father was waiting for him to guide him to where he was headed. Then there are those of us left behind. His mother, Barbara Smothermon, his daughter Lisa Smith and her husband ( & dads best friend) Will Smith, daughter Nicole House & husband Chris House, sister Tammy Hill and husband Richard Hill, brother Teddy Smothermon & wife Pam, grandchildren Ashley Smothermon, Tyler Bowling & Nathan Smith, companion LaVerne Kirby and his beloved bulldog Chewey. *In my fathers memory, please donate to the Coastal Conservation Association, 6919 Portwest, Suite 100, Houston Texas 77024 (1-800-626-4222).

www.ccatexas.org

Grief is a funny thing it takes its toll on everyone and everyone deals with it very different ways in fact it has caused a few arguments in the past few weeks driving my wife and i apart instead of together where we need to be. She is experiencing a crisis of faith where i seem to be be clinging further to mine. I seek comfort in her company where she seems to want to be alone or stay busy when she should be relaxing. Grief is a necessary evil it is something we must all work through unfortunately there is no shortcut. All i can do is give her space and hope she comes to me when she needs me.

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Sappy?

OK so my son and i went to go see the recent Ghost Rider film. Mom was at work big Sister was off doing her "teenager thing" and it was just us guys. I was a huge Ghost Rider fan as a young man and never really grew out of it. I wanted to share this part of my childhood with my child. So off we went....We both really enjoyed the film (even though i was a wee bit upset that the mythology of the film was not quite the same as the comic). As we were walking out of the cinema, my son looks up at me and says, "that was the coolest movie ever!" which made me smile and feel pretty good that it was me that took him to see the film and not anyone else...lol. I needed to pick up a few things at the store anyway so one we got to the store we wandered over to the toy section and i bought him a Ghost Rider toy (which made me the coolest Dad ever..lol) and then we went out to eat. When we finally got home my son (while unwrapping his new toy looked at me across the counter and says, "today was the coolest day ever!) Wow,... gulp,.... hard to swallow etc.....

Later that night as I'm getting ready for bed i noticed i still had the ticket stubs in my pocket, and while standing there looking at them i decided to commemorate our "guys day out" by constructing a small Ghost Rider shrine....I used some of the packaging from the box his toy came in, i digitally scanned the cover of a Ghost Rider comic, a little glue a little red paint, some scrap lumber.... threw in the ticket stubs......put it all together into the picture you now see and wham! once again i am the coolest dad ever...and maybe just maybe he has a story to share with his child someday.....

It's the small things that are important people

take advantage of each day...

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The Fat lady Farted...

Rosie O'Donnell has fought her last fight at "The View." ABC said Friday she asked for, and received, an early exit from her contract at the daytime chatfest following her angry confrontation with co-host Elisabeth Hasselbeck on Wednesday. (Reminded me of Jabba- the-Hutt vs. Princess Leia Organa) She was due to leave in mid-June.

It ended a colorful eight-month tenure for O'Donnell that lifted the show's ratings but no doubt caused heartburn for show creator Barbara Walters. O'Donnell feuded with Donald Trump and frequently had snippy exchanges with the more conservative Hasselbeck.
O'Donnell said last month she would be leaving because she could not agree to a new contract with ABC executives.

(The same ABC that has leaked and exposed current and ongoing CIA special OPS overseas endangering the lives of yet more Americans...)

"Rosie contributed to one of our most exciting and successful years at `The View,'" Walters said. "I am most appreciative. Our close and affectionate relationship will not change." (Translation: Glad the bitch is gone and i don't have to apologize to anyone for her behavior anymore...lol)

In a statement, O'Donnell said that "it's been an amazing year and I love all three women."
No one was feeling the love on Wednesday, when the argument with Hasselbeck began over O'Donnell's statement last week about the war: "655,000 Iraqi civilians have died. Who are the terrorists?" (Good thing all our brave men and women are dying to protect her right to be a stupid bitch)

Talk show critics accused O'Donnell of calling U.S. troops terrorists. She called Hasselbeck "cowardly" for not saying anything in response to the critics. (Its ok Liz i wouldn't want to defend her either...)

"Do not call me a coward, because No. 1, I sit here every single day, open my heart and tell people what I believe," Hasselbeck retorted, and their riveting exchange continued despite failed attempts by their co-hosts to cut to a commercial. (Elizabeth should have let her have it with both barrels way before now.)

According to a New York Post report, O'Donnell's chief writer, Janette Barber, was allegedly led out of the building on Wednesday after she was caught drawing mustaches on photographs of Hasselbeck (Childish) in "The View" studios. ABC executives didn't return repeated calls for questions on the incident Friday.

On Thursday O'Donnell had asked for a day off to celebrate her partner's birthday. "The View" aired a taped show on Friday. (No Class...No Balls)

As i said in an earlier post Ding Dong the Bitch is gone....!

Gene Simmons Rocks!

In Case some of you have not been watching Gene Simmons, front man for the band KISS and star of the television show Gene Simmons Family Jewels, visited base with his 14-year-old daughter Sophie Tweed-Simmons to “assist her with some homework,” for their upcoming reality show. “He brought me here to help me out with a school assignment,” Sophie said. While completing her assignment on the military with her father, the pair received much attention from Marines on base. “He’s the god of rock; that’s all there is to it,” said Cpl. Rory Murray, a scout swimmer from 1st Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, who got to shake the legend’s hand. While on base, the duo took part in a variety of Marine Corps activities, starting at the Assault Amphibious Vehicle Battalion at Del Mar. “It’s pretty exciting for the Marines,” said Master Sgt. Richard A. Gross, an Amtrack instructor for the school who helped Simmons when he challenged Sophie with the AAV simulators. While he may have lost the initial challenge against his daughter in the simulator, the fact that they were there meant a lot to the Marines. “It shows his support of what we do,” Gross said, from Clarion, Penn.
After the demonstration, the father and daughter suited up in protective gear and headed out into the Del Mar Marina for a ride on the real thing. Once they experienced the speed and capabilities of the Amtrack, the two decided to get a better taste of the Corps by drill instructors. “I started smiling,” Simmons said about his first “introduction” with two former drill instructors. “Boy, was that a mistake,” said the towering 6-foot-2-inch man who received ridicule for his display of emotion. A safety brief was given to the cast at Camp Horno’s pool. Gene and Sophie attempted a variety of swimming events, from swimming with rubber rifles and packs to jumping from the lower tower weighed down by their gear. Putting the pool behind them, the two headed over to Camp Horno’s obstacle course after being outfitted with their new uniforms. Instead of putting on his traditional stage costume and assuming the role as the demon, Simmons laced up his Marine combat boots and pulled on his desert camouflage utilities to challenge his daughter and test his skills. When they saw the demonstration of the course, Simmons was a bit skeptical. “You’re out of your mind, I’m never going to get over the bar like that,” said a perplexed Simmons once he was shown the “chicken wing” maneuver.
“I love the name of it though: chicken wing.” Simmons did manage to make it over some of the obstacles, much to his daughter’s surprise. “I seriously did not think he was going to get over that,” Sophie said when she saw her father clear the medium-sized barriers throughout the course. After a tough workout throughout the course, they ran over to the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program pit to learn some basic maneuvers. “If you can’t tell by the haircut, this one’s a male,” said Simmons’ former drill instructor Gunnery Sgt. Bret D. Baker, Headquarters and Support Battalion, Marine Corps Base, about his out-of-regulations haircut as he was introduced to his MCMAP instructor. “He called my ‘do an Afro. I don’t have an Afro,” retorted Simmons out of earshot of the “D.I.” “There’s a huge sense of pride in being a Marine and knowing that many have gone before you, with some paying the ultimate sacrifice,” Simmons said. Sophie also felt that way when she competed against her father in the obstacle course.
“It makes you walk taller, run faster and be stronger,” she said about her time as a “Marine.”
Originally from Haifa, Israel, Simmons lives with his long-term girlfriend Shannon Tweed, with whom he raised his two children Sophie and Nick Tweed-Simmons. “It’s a privilege to be here,” he said. “Everyone wants to come here and have the opportunities that our fighting men and women provide them.” The rock star plans on giving back to the Marines by putting on a concert at the base theater. While they may not all be members of his army, Simmons respects the Marines for serving their country. “Marines are our modern day knights in shining armor,” exclaimed Simmons, standing tall in his desert utilities. He also got a local Insurance company and Kragens auto Parts to fund a new state of the art mobile medical facility for the local V.A. Hospital. Not to mention his visit to the V.A. Hospital with his daughter Sophie where he looked several wounded soldiers in the eye shook their hands and told them thank you!

You Rock Gene!!

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I Did it again....

In an effort to beef up my breeding stock and get a little more variety in my Amazon collection, I recently added these two beauties to my stable.....The wife is a little ticked that i keep bringing home animals that i can't interact with (meaning a can't handle them without investing in a case of band aids and antibacterial ointment...lol) but there is something really satisfying about walking into the snake room and finding these little gems curled up on a tree branch and just hanging out....lol

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Childhood and Memory Lane...

So I'm cruising through my local Wal-Mart the other day when a DVD case on the rack catches my attention....Sure enough its a 2 movie collection... a couple of Disney films from my past...Escape to Witch Mountain and Return from Witch Mountain. I have not seen these films since i was a child.....as i suddenly blurted out this fact my 9 year old son simply stated the obvious....buy them....

10 dollars lighter we got home and popped them into the player and i was suddenly transported back in time......the funny thing is my 9 year old was also engrossed simply proving the even though these films are at least 25 years old they still stand the test of time

not to mention i had a huge crush on Kim Richards (Tia) when i was a kid......

but the most importing thing here is i got to share a moment with my son...lol

New Caging Idea

I told you guys I have been experimenting...well My wife's work was throwing out a bunch of these old high speed dot matrix printer boxes and i thought hey wait a minute, i could make cages and incubators out of these....lol. So i took apart one stripped the insulation off, replaced the cardboard bottom with real wood, resurfaced everything in wood grain contact paper, glued it back together with gorilla glue, sealed all the seams with GE Silicone II, put in a 18'' under cabinet light, put in a ceramic socket (into which I placed a Pearlco IR heat emitter which will be replaced with a heat panel when it gets here) placed in a tree branch, added a couple of latches and ta da cage....when it all cures i will put several inches of cypress mulch on the bottom and add snake....these things are great they have a built in fan for circulation are melamine coated and everything...lol. 35 inches long 24 inches deep and 19 inches tall the only bad thing is they can only go on top of something due to the slope and the way they open...but not a problem i plan to put two 36" x 24" x 24" s under a few of these...what do you guys think?

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Um Ok....!

This post quite simply is an outward expression of what I'm currently feeling at the moment...

This is a message to all females everywhere, in every corner of the globe, cosmos, etc. regardless of shape, size, age, origin, color, race, religion etc...

You are all insane and you all SUCK!

thank you...

we now return to or regularly scheduled program...

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