I’ll take you there.

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so i got one of those telemarketer voter surveys the other day. they call asking if you know there’s an election coming up and who you plan to vote for. i wasn’t in the mood to talk to some stranger about anything but the girl, the first thing she says after she explains why she’s calling, she says, “Oh, by the way, i love the song on your phone.”

i have one of those caller tunes where if you call me you are forced to hear a song i’ve picked out. yes, i’m that big of a jerk. i tried to pick something i thought everyone would like. it’s the Staple Singers’ I’ll Take You There. everyone likes that one, right?

so since she’s complimented my song, now i have to be polite and take her survey.

it was only three questions long.

then she asked if i was caucasian, black, hispanic, or other.

“caucasian.”

“and you’re female, right?”

“yes.”

“well, you are one white girl with good taste in music.”

“oh. thank you.”

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Dad’s new toy.

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Well, his other new toy, not the suit of armor.

Doesn’t that logo look a lot like the NHL logo?

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her again!

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“Here she comes with the camera again! Hide!”

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There’s not a single part of this I’ve made up.

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My dad, Popsicle, went to Georgia with a friend yesterday to help the friend clean out his father’s house. When dad got home he was very proud of all the “treasures” he was able to bring home. He told us about some hats and some trinket-y type stuff.

“But the best thing I scored was a suit of armor.”

Mom: What?

Me: You mean like-

Dad: A suit of armor.

Mom: WHAT?

Me: Are we talking full-size here?

Dad: Oh yeah.

Mom: WHAT?!

Dad: It’s going to be awesome!

A real suit of armor?

It’s not real, it’s like a decorative statue type thing.

YOU ARE NOT PUTTING A SUIT OF ARMOR IN MY HOUSE. THAT MAKES NO SENSE.

Yeah, it really doesn’t fit in here, dad.

Oh I know. It’s not going in the house.

GOOD.

Then wh-

I’m going to put outside by the pool.

WHAT?!

****

It’s not a real suit: you can’t wear it or anything. It is hecho en Mexico, and probably would not stand up to any jousting.

Here’s dad maintaining the armor with some high fancy chromalated sprayin’ paint.

He has some major plans for this thing.

For now it’s in the back yard and my mother hates it. I can’t stop laughing at it. But as I am related to my father I do understand why he brought it home because hey, FREE SUIT OF ARMOR.

Still, I see a senario coming up where dad comes home from work and mom has busted up the armor and dad’s all, “Get the glue!”

mom’s all, “Oh, we’re out of glue.”

and dad seethes, “YOU USED UP ALL THE GLUE ON PURPOSE!”

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Snake Bite Pond

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Mr. Fleegan and I have found a cool new place to walk Roxie. A couple miles from our house the city has built a new sports complex (baseball fields). It’s called the Vivian Lee Maddox Sports Complex. La dee da. But once you go past the ball fields there’s a walking track and *ahem* a Frisbee™ golf course.

This Frisbee™ golf course is a terrible idea because while the “holes” are finished, the wooded area around it has not been totally cleared out yet. Also, I guess to make it more challenging the “holes” or goals or whatever you call the chain-y catcher-y things are placed close to this awful looking pond and various other creeks and ditches. What I’m trying to get at here is that it’s an awesome place to get bitten by a snake. And I guess the city wants to make it even easier by putting the “sport” goals right next to Snake Town.

So instead of saying, “Hey, let’s go walk Roxie at the Vivian Lee Maddox Sports Complex.”

we instead call it Snake Bite Pond.

I wish we could call it Snake Bite Lake, because it’s easier to say, but alas, it is a pond.

Mr. Fleegan is the Master Stone Skipper. count those rings!

This female Blue Dasher was hanging out on one of the dangerously placed Frisbee™ golf goals.

When I saw this guy I immediately missed my blue hair.

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Album Tacos

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this seems like a Somethingawful.com photoshop friday type of thing.

album tacos.

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27. Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell

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Oh my gosh, read this book.

Sixteen-year-old Ree Dolly has grown up in the harsh poverty of the Ozarks and belongs to a large extended family. On a bitterly cold day, Ree, who takes care of her two younger brothers as well as her mother, learns that her father has skipped bail. If he fails to appear for his upcoming court date on charges of cooking crystal meth, his family will lose their house, the only security they have. Winter’s Bone is the story of Ree’s quest to bring her father back, alive or dead.

The author has described his writing as “country noir.” Noir can be a kind of nebulus definition, but in this case I like it as a description.

Woodrell is able to paint an exact picture with his words. Not a single word is wasted. Every bit of dialogue, every scene is perfect. Even the length of the book is perfect.

The story is comepletely plausable. The character of Ree Dolly is wonderful and you root for her all the way.

This is the most perfect novel I’ve read in a while. (most perfect? i need a better way to describe that.)

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Chairman Strikes Again

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Laura and Cash came over this afternoon for a visit. As they were leaving we noticed that Lebowski was playing with an animal to death. At first we thought it was a chipmunk, but it didn’t have a tail. So I walked up to the Chairman all, “What is- *gasp* A BUNNY!”