I have adopted my mothers mentality when it comes to yard work; it’s much better to watch the men work from beside (or inside) the pool. My parents are building this cabanna in the backyard off the patio, for all intensive purposes we’ll call it a covered pavillion. Eventually it will house an outdoor kitchen, bar, dining area, and possibly a sitting area. Hell I probably have mentioned all of this before. Anyway, Billy and my Father have been working on it all day, while my mom and I watch. I hve gotten a good amount of sun today so maybe I’ll get some color from this. I was supposed to change the oil in my moms car today but my dad neglected to go buy the stuff to do it so I guess I have something to look forward to tomorrow *twirls finger*.

Andy is supposed to bring Matt over later. Billy mentioned something about dinner but I’ve been left in the dark otherwise. I really do have more to say than just this, maybe I’ll throw up another post later and explain my “blah-ness” lately; for the moment though the landscape text entry mode on my phone is pissing me off with blogpress and it shouldn’t have taken nearly this long to type this little.

I’m out children *waves*

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Josh is buying an iPhone everyone; the world isn’t ready for this. *shakes head solemnly*

Muhahaha!

I’m such a bitch, and I love it.

On our way to lunch (or dinner as the case may be) we stopped at a red light. In the van beside us this older man (with a handlebar mustache mind you) was smoking a cigar. Now I’m not a connoisseur of cigars by any means, but this one was very dark brown, not the color I would have expected. It wasn’t completely straight either, almost looked hand rolled. Never the less, I was struck in a combination of awe, and hilarity. It looked like a big turd. I’m serious, it looked as though he was smoking a big piece of shit. After a bit of prodding on Billy’s part I attempted to take a stealthy picture with my phone, but alas the light changed before I could and all that was in my picture was my finger.

Now on to skateboard. While eating lunch this family came into the fast food place. It was a man, woman, two boys, and two girls. One of the little girls was very annoying might I add. She had to make sure she instructed everyone how, what, and when to do everything. I’m sure she will grow up to be an elementary school teacher just so she can boss people around because inside her head she’s merely giving directions. I shall digress though… The eldest boy got out of their car (a older Camry, seriously six people were crammed into that clown car) carrying his skateboard. Brought it into the restaurant and placed it into one of the chairs at their table as if it were a person. Now lets think this logic through. He brought his skateboard from home, took it in the car (he obviously wasn’t holding on to the back of the car skateboarding there). He carried it the ten feet from the car to the restaurant, and to the table. At what point in this family outing did he really need this thing? Now I also have a problem with people like my mom who carry their purse sized dog around with them everywhere that it doesn’t belong; but at least that makes more sense than this. I can fathom people having an emotional attachment to a taco bell dog as if it were a child, hence taking it everywhere; but to have this same attachment to a skateboard? Oh and at the table he took off his ghetto flat billed cap (you know what I’m talking about) and combed his wavy nappy looking hat hair, then put it back on. I’m sure he thinks he looks cool but seriously what a looser.

Oh and I also give the older lady that we watched in the drive-thru props for buying an AWD version of her car; unless she only paid extra for it because it was the only one on the lot in blue; then she’s just a poser too, HAH!

This bitch is out for now, thank you come again!

-Kevin.

It’s not a holiday I loath, I love my mom! I got her a nice group of scented items from Bath & Body Works and we took her to brunch. Unfortunatly as we speak I’m sitting at the hibachi. I am certainly not a big Japanese Food fan, but we brought my grandmother (whom I love also) so I’ll suffer through it.

– Post From My iPhone

Are the guys from V Factory cute? They sound like they could be. Anybody know? I’m too lazy to search on my phone for a good picture, LOL.

– Post From My iPhone