I was in a pissy mood Sunday night so I didn’t get this done. Why was I so pissy? You’ll find out…

Friday I watched the Opening Ceremonies of the 28th Olympiad. I live twittered the whole thing! It was pretty spectacular. If you missed it you really missed a good show. If you missed my smart ass remarks about all of the nations, then it sucks to be you right now, doesn’t it?

I wasn’t the only one LIVE twittering there were others. It was a good time had by all. One twitterer came up with a drinking game during the parade of nations. Any team that walked in that had less that 10 athletes, you had to drink! Although I didn’t have any booze in the house I thought it was a BRILLIANT idea.

I keep my laptop in my office and the TV is in the living room. Even though its only about a 10 foot walk (or less) I got tired of walking from the couch to the laptop. So I finally unplugged it, and bought it in to the living room and on to the coffee table. Well, that lasted about 2 hours then the battery was about dead and I had to plug it back into the wall to keep it running. The I have wifi so that wasn’t a problem. My question is shouldn’t laptop batteries last longer that 2 hours? I would think they would at least have to last 6 hours or more. But then again I did have to keep refreshing twitter every 2.6 seconds.

Saturday I was planing on doing yard work all day but it rained in the morning and was too wet. So I put it off until Sunday.

Sunday, I woke up at 8:30? WTF? Why was I up at 8:30? That, my friend, is a really good question! I didn’t even know there was a 8:30 am on a Sunday morning.

I started trimming the bushed along the drive way and along the front of the house and the north side of the house. Then raked up the big clippings and left the rest for the mower. As I was taking a break too cool off inside I had a BRILLIANT idea, which I’ll reveal later this week. But I probably won’t make any money on it.

After I cut the grass was walking across the backyard with the weed eater running and acting like I was the lead chainsaw player in the rock band Jackyl playing the Lumberjack song (What? Like you don’t do it when you have a peice of motorized lawn equipment in your hands, shut up.) and stepped in a big ass hole falling down and narrowling escaping death or at the very least having some peice of my anatomy cut off by the spinning head of the weed eater, spraining my right ankle. It hurt like a sumbitch. I broke it while in the Marine Corps playing basketball. (remind me to tell you that story If I havent told you thatone yet, its a doosy) I usually sprain it at least once or twice a year. I haven’t done it since I started running 2 years ago. But now I’m afraid I might keep doing it.

Sunday I had dinner with mom at the Westport Flea Market. I think that’s the only place she likes to go because they have curly fries. I really don’t know what her deal is with curly fries.

Sunday night I finally got around to laundry and hobbling around the house on my ankle which was now killing me. I don’t take any thing for the pain because I’m one tough hombre!

The nighboor to the north (or the right side of the house if you’re facing my house from the street) decided to take down MY fence so he could start putting up HIS new fence. Instead of digging out the post (which C-boy desided to anchor over 4 feet in the ground with concrete) he just cut off the post at the top of the concrete. DOOFUSS! I told his wife that I would help him dig them out. But NNNNOOOOO, he just couldn’t wait until this weekend. He just went a head and did it himself. I should sue!

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Talk at ya later!