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I am tired and I don't particularly feel like writing, as I have......not much rattling around in here. This cat like sno-cones, though, doesn't he? We used to get sno-cones from the ice cream man when I was a kid. I remember they were like little round syrup flavored rocks, and there was ball of petrified gum at the bottom of the cone that retained its flavor for less than a minute. I like the sno-cones you get at the stands better now - the ones in foam cups. They're a lot softer.

Today at work, while I was running projectors, I found myself singing "Mooning" from Grease (the play, not the movie) and "Blue Christmas". Go figure - Christmas in July, huh?

Scrappy (the cat) ate a bluejay this morning. Do you guys think bluejays taste like dove or quail? I'm a little tempted to shoot one and find out, but it might be gross, like the crow (or maybe it was a grackle) that my friend Bri had to eat when he was a kid. All my crow-eating has been the figurative kind. I saw a dove this morning, but they're out of season.

We took our kiddo on two short bike rides today (she did great) and then to to see "Earth". It's a Disney nature documentary. She saw through a lot of the doomsday global-warming environmental bull. She said she thinks they make some of the stuff up. I liked it. Toni fell asleep.

I sure would like to catch a squirrel and set it loose inside somewhere really crazy, but I have no outlet and nobody to play that particular prank on. That's a shame. Anybody want a squirrel let loose at their office, home or place of worship?

I'm getting tired of popcorn and Mr. Pibb. And if you mix Sprite and Hi-C Fruit Punch you get a big bucket of crap. After filling up several cups of that concoction, I got tempted to try it and I did.

When you're poor like me, you get stuck in cycles that keep you poor. For example, when I got the Bronco, I didn't have the extra money to register it and get new tags. When I do get the money, I'll have to pay extra for taking so long. I also can't get it inspected, because the tires are old and cracked, which is why I never drive it anyplace I can't walk home from. And I have no spare, either. So, if I get a ticket, I'll just have to pay it until I can afford five tires that aren't cracked. I think I'm gonna score some used ones before I drop the cash on new ones. We also got two tickets for the other car, as we didn't have the cash to get it tagged & inspected and eventually got tickets for both. I had those coming - I'm not complaining about that. I did mess up and fail to call within the 10 days, though, and that cost me and extra $166. I got so focused on coming up with the cash to get the necessary stuff to get he tickets dismissed I neglected to tell 'em what I was doing. Dumb, that.

Also dumb is overdraft and NSF fees, which we've paid in spades the last month. From now on, I only use cash. And seashells, or possibly salt.

Sometimes you just want to write about how much you love your kid, but you feel like you don't want to spoil it by writing about it- you just let it be and enjoy it. Nothing can break your heart (in a good way) like your daughter.

That's it, other than we may be moving to Jen's ranch if the zombies come. Jen - if you're reading, can we come to your place when the re-animated corpses rise and wreak havoc among the living? We won't take up much room, and we'll send you a copy of the ZCP (Zombie Contingency Plan) and add you guys to "the list" if you want. In return, we offer "protection". I should probably add that if we get there and you guys are zombies already we reserve the right to clear you out and live in your houses anyway, so you might as well say yes. We'll take good care of your animals, unless they're zombies too, and then we'll just use their fur to keep warm, unless it's infected too, in which case we'll just burn their corpses for warmth. Also, I need the address. You can e-mail it to me, or just give us directions.

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