I can't write.

If I sit down here to write something my mind just goes into "problem mode" and I will not make my blog a bitch and moan site.

Well, I'll whine a little here and there but I'm trying to get away from that.

My life is just in such a bog down right now that it's stealing all my creative energy.

I've actually got a little work done on my music but that's it.

Rescheduled my real estate exam AGAIN due to a major cluster "F" on my part. I'm the world's biggest goofup. I can mess up making toast.

So, that's rescheduled and I wait around some more.

Ok. now I'm getting into problems and I don't want to do that.

So, I wont.

Anyone know how my beloved Texas Rangers are doing right now?

Can God and science EVER be reconciled?

My knees hurt.

I bet it's gonna rain today.

I wonder if the blood cannon bit has helped or hurt my blog traffic.

Look something shiny!!!! ---------------------------->

Well, wasn't this a good read today?

Thanks for stopping by!

Well, not ALOT of rain, but some.

The yard looks a little happier and the trees don't look quite so pathetic but we need alot more to bring things back to normal.

Oh, and at least the chalk monster has been washed away so we can be cleansed of THAT silly mess.

Now, I have to go photograph my feet.

*shrug*

That's right, kids.

You read it right.

I'm here to discuss my blood cannon.

What, pray tell, is a blood cannon?

Well, my blood cannon is just like a revolutionary war era cannon........except that mine fires blood.

So, on the 4th I rolled mine up to the town square for the annual 4th of July parade and set it up where I could get a good shot at the proceedings.

I was all decked out in my minuteman costume, complete with powdered wig and boots and all the other stuff that comes to mind when you are thinking "revolutionary war" soldier.

Some interested kids were chatting with me about my blood cannon before their nervous parents scooted them away from me.

I also had no luck when I went around asking someone to play my flute while I shot my cannon. Folks either just walked away or called my a "sicko" or a "perv". I guess I should have explained that I meant a REAL fife for my blood cannon, not THAT thing. People need to get their minds out of the gutter! Sheeesh!

Then I heard the parade coming toward the square and I knew it was showtime.

In the front of the parade were the nice and proper ladies of the local historical preservation society so I let loose my first salvo!

BOOM!!

There was sheer pandemonium as the blood spewed everywhere and everyone was in a tizzy about all the fake blood covering everyone.

I loaded another round and fired it at the Glee Club who went flying in all directions seeking cover from my mighty blood cannon.

It was actually kind of disturbing. I'm glad nobody got hurt.

Oh, the humanity!

Panic filled the square!

I was finally wrestled to the ground by some of our local nice police officials and the outraged mayor sat on my head for some reason and messed up my minuteman hat.

Now, THAT irked me to no end!

So, to make this stupid long story short. I was booked on charges of "causing disorder with a blood cannon", posted bond, and am now free.

They confiscated my mighty blood cannon but my lawyer thinks I will walk away with a slam dunk insanity plea.

Oh, well..... it was a good 4th all in all.

Although, a bit messy, I guess.

*pokes head up out of foxhole*

Hi from the hollow war zone!

Well, the smoke is clearing from the massive display of explosive firepower that took place up the hollow last night.

We never SAW any fireworks but damn, we heard them!

The squirrels are showing symptoms of shell shock!

I don't know exactly what they were firing off, at what was probably a mile up the little valley here, but I've never heard anything quite so bombastic that wasn't a professional display.

We would hear a few "pop pop pop"s and then there would be this HUGE BOOM echoing off the hills. I was thinking "A howitzer has been rolled out on someone's lawn and drunken, shirtless rednecks are hooting as they load the shells in and pull the lanyard".

I mean, you could probably hear this crap miles away.

It built to a crescendo about 10 PM, something akin to the bloody battle of Antietam, and then it suddenly went silent.

Either they blew themselves to kingdom come or the sheriff shut the battle down.

I can't wait to see what gets rolled out tonight!

This all kind of worries me because we are so bone dry and there IS a burn ban for our area.

A forest fire is really the last thing we need right now.

What a complete beating that would be...

Where's smoky the bear?

Hi.

So, there has been ALOT of speculation as to what my scary chalk monster means, not so much here on the stream but on a discussion board where everyone thinks I'm mental and here in the real life of my home.

I think I've disturbed Secret and the children.

Let's have one more look at the VERY creepy and disturbing image.





Er.... whoops!

I meant THIS disturbing and creepy image!



Ok. so theories range from mental meltdown to Satanic possession to the Cubs baseball team to me just being a freak and a bad artist.

I am planning on calling a family meeting tomorrow where I will sit down with Secret and the kiddos and ease all their worries as I tell them that the reason I drew the monster was to show that some souls were just meant to live in a tortured state of disharmony and I am one of them. My creative artistry is how my spiritual wounds bleed forth and I play the village idiot to cover up the seething rage boiling over within me as I tumble toward the fiery pits of hell, savagely insane with worshiping at the altar of myself.

That should make everyone living with me in this house feel better.

Next Topic!!