Lots of random thoughts to get down here today....one of which I keep meaning to tell people about but I keep forgetting to do it. Perhaps because my mind is trying to block this experience from being remembered.
As I am still unemployed (new application sent in and prospects on the horizon), I have fair amounts of free time. So I meandered to the ole town mall where all the happening shopping occurs. Truthfully, it is pretty nice and with the new addition that they are building it'll be even better. Not sure what i was looking for...perhaps a father's day gift or one of many wedding/shower presents that are just waiting to be selected for a variety of big days. Naturally, I am drawn to stores that I like to shop in like Vicky S. Why do I like it so much? I have a sort of male mentality when it comes to laundry so I like to stock up on the essentials to push back the length of time I can take between laundry days. Kinda gross, but it is what it is. Anywho, as I peruse the store and make my way out I notice these two huge women. Like 6'5" which is incredibly tall. I've been around tall ladies before and they don't freak me out at all, but there was something about these two that just didn't fly. As I walk by them I hear them speak and I immediately know why my alarm bell went off. Ladies are dudes in drag!!! Now I lived in DC for 6 years so I got nothing against Drag Queens and have watched "Drag Races" in Dupont. It's cool, got no problems with their lifestyle. That being said...I didn't know they existed my lil suburban town and it was a lil weird to see them in a woman's underthings store.
If you'll recall from the Girlie Girl entry, me and power tools may not go together like rama lama dingy dong. I try I really do. The lawn needs a mowin and I'm available. So I put on my shorts, roll my sleeves ghetto style, get the glasses and the poo shoes. Poo shoes? Well if you have a dog you know about the need for non-textured soles in the event of an accidental step. Push the mower out of the garage, prime it, rip the cord a few times and off I go. The anal personality in me usually quarters the yard off and completing a section before moving on. Yesterday, I tried to just do a simple circle of the whole yard. I get around 2.5 times and then....mower dies. Try to start again. No go. Check the gas...still visible amounts and the gas can is empty so there's nothing i can do there. Prime again, won't start. Damn, the twisting motion of starting the mower is not doing wonders for the knee. I was foiled by lawn equipment again. Worse, you can barely tell i did anything because of my circling method.
Getting psyched for the trip to bmore. Pseudo brother is getting married to a very fun lady. Should be good times, good drink, and good food. And I'll finally leave the rain infested noreast.
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speaking of grass, i'm kind of excited to come to mass in august b/c i haven't seen new england in summer for years.. think about, it. .for the last 5 + years i've only been up in late fall or winter. . it'll be good to see the old green grass again, and warm summertime. ..man, why did summer vactions have to end?? I also want to tool around natty on a bike.
well you're in luck, with all the rain it seems to be certain the grass will be green and not dead by august. Still working on a bike situation for you.
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