Well, right now we're in the midst of day four of our week long hot tub party. So far, it's gone very well. No accidents, no complaints from out neighbours, and no overly large numbers of people we don't know. I'll post a full report with pics in the Life main page. However, I don't want to get on a rant here but....
There is one problem I have with living here, as a Lord Of Byron:
It's really unbelievable. When I first moved in it was like, "Geez, there's quite a few ants here. But then, the numbers increased what seemed to be exponential.
Let me tell you a story.
Myself and Sean were at home on a hot afternoon, when we decided to take a trip to the local supermarket. We bought the usual things: bread, milk, eggs... but I saw something I just had to have. A whole watermelon. It was huge. About a foot and a half long, and a foot wide. We cut that sucker in half and ate the whole thing in one sitting. It was disgusting. But I loved it.
As we ate, we'd play games like "who can spit seeds the farthest" and "who can hit an ant by spitting a seed". It was fun, and what we thought to be good for the environment. If the seeds didn't sprout, then they'd decay and help the soil, right?
Wrong. The ants swarmed everything we spat out and chucked in the grass. You couldn't see the peels from the ants on them. It was like 20,000 teenyboppers descending on an unwitting Backstreet Boy.
Lately, I've been noticing little bites on my feet. If there are ants in my bed, I'm gonna flip. We've got this little bottle of "Ants Be Gone" crap, but I've gotta bad feeling they're in the house as well. ARRRGGHHHHHH!!!!
July 18, 1999:
After some harrassment from my "fans", I've decided to post another entry into the Captain's log.
This week, I have a confession to make:
I suppose I can blame it on the ingrown toenails I had several months ago. I had to have mild surgery which robbed me of half of the toenail on both my big toes. However, letting my toes become so bad that they required minor surgery is my fault.
Another ugly feature about my feet is..... well, they're hairy! You know the space between the two "knuckles" of your toes? Well, that space hasn't gone to waste on mine! There's a fine crop of hair folicles on each toe. Gross, I know. 8)
Then there's the fact that I have my mother's toes. I love my mom, and I wouldn't trade her genes for anybody else's, but less crooked toes wouldn't be so bad would it? But I think that there is some legitimate blame I can place on my mother. When I was about 12 years old, my mom forever mutilated the middle toe on my left foot. She ran over my toe with the vacuum cleaner. I can tell you, that Electrolux doesn't put a warning on their products to let consumers know of the dangers of running over toes. I broke my toe that day, and it's never been the same. Crooked bones and such.
Then there's the bottoms of my feet. Let's just say it's rough and tough like what I imagined Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka's feet would be like when I was a kid since he was "from the jungle" and wrestled in his barefeet. "Like shoeleather" was how Gorilla Monsoon described Snuka's feet. I can relate to that. 8(
And so ends my confession. It's not like I won't get over the fact I have ugly feet... it just saddens me that I'll never be a foot model. 8(
Oh yeah... I got my hair cut yesterday too. Neat!
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