hope that i get old before i die…

well, there was a big fest downtown to celebrate eeyore’s birthday today. for those not in the know, eeyore is the donkey from winnie the pooh. he was upset because everyone forgot his birthday, so one man got the bright idea to throw a birthday party for him, and 43 years later it’s a big event that draws several thousand people. one of the big things to do at this festival is join in a drum circle. i brought my djembe and played along for a couple hours and now both my hands have blisters in places i never knew blisters could form. i think i even bruised my left thumb, cause it *still* hurts if i touch it wrong. but it’s a good hurt

as an aside, i find it interesting that some people can play a drum and not have any rhythm whatsoever. i was playing along with some guys and there was a guy playing the dundun and he kept wanting to end the jam without any warning whatsoever. and when he “ended” it, the few guys he plays with regularly (you could tell cause they knew each other) would just stop. and the rest of us would keep going and these guys would all stand around for a few minutes like “hey, the jam is over man” they eventually worked their way back into the drumming, but it was just kind of annoying to play with people who can only do the same thing over and over and over and have no concept of “keep it rolling”

after much much much much much delay, my motorcycle is *finally* up and running again. although it’s not 100% yet, it’s still about 85% and that’s good enough to drive around. i still need to fix the water pump seal but that’s a very slow leak so it’s not the end of the world if i drive on it. but it’s much much better than sitting dead at my apartment while i decide if i’m going to work on it or not this week. so if i’m not around so much on the weekends, it’s because i’m out cruising the back roads and hill country

so my friend and i went to see a minor league baseball game tonight and it was “family night” tonight. which meant the stands were crawling with a bunch of suburbanites and their angst-ridden teenagers and young-uns. the problem arises when underage girls dress in tube tops and very visible g-strings peeking out from the tops of their hip huggers. for some reason, i always consider the g-string to be related to sexual liberation and freedom. and the last thing i need to be thinking about is sexually liberal and free 16 year old girls running around in tube tops, at least not unless they lower the age of consent in this state. and even then it would still be a little creepy. ok, probably a lot creepy. although supposedly some time in the 1960’s-ish they *raised* the age of consent to the ripe old age of 12. which was originally seven before that. now *that* would definitely be creepy beyond creep.

i swear at least 75% of the mustangs on the road are being driven by women these days. i’m not saying that women shouldn’t be driving a “muscle” car, but what is it specifically about the mustang over any other car that draws women to it? is it related to the women/horse phenomenon? where so many women want to ride horses, and since a mustang is a horse it’s the closest thing they’ll get to the live animal? i just don’t get it otherwise….

i’m pretty sure i did….

if you don’t remember, it was somewhere around here, maybe even a few posts ago. somehow, when you have a credit card with them your account is late on the date your bill is due and there is nothing you can do about it. and even if your account is under the limit after you pay late, you are still charged an over limit fee because they can. for all 3 of my readers, don’t give bank of america your business if you can help it. they are truly a terrible, shitty bank and do not deserve any of your money. as soon as my account is up to date, i am leaving them. it’s like having a horrible bitter breakup the way this is happening, but that’s the way it has to be i guess…

growing up in texas, i would almost *never* sunburn at all. not since i was 7 or 8 years old anyway. but going from 9 months of summer to 9 months of winter has made me much more susceptible to sunburn and i absolutely hate it. at least i almost never peel, but it’s still annoying as hell that i used to just get dark and now i actually have to watch myself in the sun like everyone else i know. but unlike everyone else i know, i refuse to use sunscreen because i would rather just “feel the burn”. that way i know when i’m done getting enough sun for the day

so my mom’s aunt is dying of cancer and depending on how my cousins want to handle it, she could be dead by the end of the week. she doesn’t speak much english despite being in america for close to 30 years, so it’s difficult to express to her anything i might want to say. it is always humbling to have to sit and watch someone waste away and not be able to do anything about it. and i think that yesterday may be the last time i see her and it’s just incredibly sad that it has to happen. i know that everyone dies eventually, but to have to have it drawn out like that is just too much for anyone to take.