Fork Me  Culvert near the sitter's house.  So guys, I have a confession to make. Everyone has their quirks, right? Even me, so I have to give up the goose. Like admitting I'm bisexual isn't enough right? That forklift that I have on the bottom here, nice n' blue....it's really mine. I've always liked mechanical things, and this forklift....I saw it for sale one day at a warehouse when I was there with the HuzBend, looking for gardening supplies. Yes, you have buy forklifts somewhere, but....a used one was right in front of me! I didn't even stop to think of the logistics, where to keep it, what the hell would I use it for......  I knew the kids would love it, I could see me riding with Boober in a field somewhere for the hell of it......   So I actually got HuzBend to let me buy it. We kept it at the warehouse for a bit, the were nice about that. Soon after buying it I named it "Snooze." Because it was just a sleeping giant until I could get it out of the old warehouse, and took a picture, and voila! Art for my site that's near n' dear to my heart. We finally found a friend with some space, had it flatbedded, and soon it will take it's inaugural drive. So maybe I haven't gotten my money's worth yet. I will, and god bless the family for letting my have my insane desire to own a forklift.   The earlier bedtimes continue, I wish I could just take 3 days to sleep, in my bed, alone, eating crackers, reading, maybe thinking a bit about the babysitter, I wonder what she does when she goes home. Who does she go home to, exactly? Is she happy? Has the thought of another woman ever crossed her mind? Did she bat it away with an eyelash, or would it (has it) lingered? I doubt it.   This is all just an exercise in keeping my mind from being bored, not much is going on today that I wanna share.  It's somewhat rare when a journaler talks about death, so reading up on The Gus's reactions to the death of Steve Weiner in his life is interesting to me, his life goes so day to day, things sometimes change, but the passage of time is somewhat fuzzy until someone dies, or moves out, or breaks a window in his home. His reaction almost reminded me of a fidgeting child in school, paying attention to what's going on, but also playing, creating a sculpture out of eraser bits or something.   Is it so hard for people to be decent, or on time, or respectful? It shouldn't be.....so why does it always seem that way? People just let me down.   So, what should I do to rock the kids' world this weekend? I was thinking about ice cream sundaes for breakfast, for no reason. My parents used to let me do that once a year, there was an ice cream shop near home that was oddly open at 10 AM...so they let me go in there and have ice cream with all the toppings that I wanted, for breakfast. I don't know what started that idea, but maybe I should continue it, ya think?   I should relish the cooler weather of Spring, the humidity is a comin' soon enough.    -- "Spring"  link o' the day: Gothic Martha Stweart What the heck is going on??? Look here to find out.

    <smooch!>  god i love this lift!