Wednesday, October 9, 2013

A Short One-Sided Conversation With the World. Complete with cursey words.

Yeah.  OK.  Fine.  I admit it.  I'm weak.  I'm WEAK WEAK WEAK WEAK.  OK?  Are you happy now?  I ADMIT IT!  I'm pathetic.  I'm weak.  I'm inadequate.  I'm full of fears.  I'm soft.  I suck.

You could have had your shit figured out long before I was born, ya know.  You had oodles of time.  I didn't ask for this shit.

All I wanted to do is play with puppies, eat ice cream, and be nice to people.  But NOOOO!  You're all like "you must go forth and beat people to death with your balls of steel and bite the heads off lemurs" or whatever the stupid shit is that you value.  Asshole.

So you know what?

Fuck you.

Yeah, that's right.

Fuck you.

Oh, I'm sorry, are you having trouble hearing me?  I said

FUCK YOU!

Oh, wait a second, there seems to be something behind my back...let me just bring that around front...oh look at that, it says

Fuck you.

Hmmm.  There seems to be something in my pocket...let me pull that out...oh!  It's a big ol' ball of

Fuck you.

You know, I seem to have something in my shoe.  Let me reach down there and see what it is.  Yep.  Just as I suspected, it says

FUCK and YOU.



Whew.  Felt good to get that off my chest.  Onward.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

A FISH IN WATERtown

Every good playground should have a fish
  
or two.


Who else travels with their own park bench?

What is he pointing at now?
something from Davey Jone's locker
and some old bricks
Hot and breezy on the lovely shores of Lake Kampeska

It's not a trip to Watertown without dinner and bagpipes at Dempsey's!

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Learning to Hit Range Balls with the Walkers



In keeping with my training goals, yesterday I learned a lot about hitting golf balls. Firstly it is not as easy as it looks. Once you get over the feeling that you look totally ridiculous, you might be able to hit a few. Also some guys golf in a cowboy hat.

Friday, August 30, 2013

We had hail, dark and stormy skies

Here at Jason's house, we have a unique vantage point for storm watching.
                                                       Hail and South Dakota Weeds
 
                                                             Dark Skies After the Storm
                                                                  A Crisp Horizon Line
 
             Little Bit Tornado-y