rain on the scarecrow

BigD is out, as he put it “Blowing leafs”. Apparently there are a lot of them. No shit. We have an acre of land, bordered on three sides by very large tree. Trees that have, y’know, leaves. So yeah, there are a LOT of “leafs”.

I am sitting here with tinfoil, bleach and a shower cap on my head, trying to FIX the streaks that I out in my hair on Friday. The streaks are SUPPOSED to be white blonde.

Not so much, they’re more pumpkin-y orange. And I do not want that. I do not want banana yellow. I want WHITE.

Of course, now I’ll probably have FRIED white.

Feh.

So last night I started watching Rob Zombie’s version of “Halloween”. Which may or may not have been as good as the original, I couldn’t tell you because it was so goddamn BORING and drawn out that I fell asleep. He pretty much stuck to the original story line, but I guess he was trying to flesh it out or whatever.

Made for boredom.

I fell asleep and woke up an hour later to the ORIGINAL version. Talk about confusion, lol. It took me 30 seconds to remember that I’d set the cable box for the original version on a different channel.

The original Halloween is to this day, STILL the scariest movie I’ve ever seen. However, not scary or good enough to keep me awake. Back to sleep I went.

I Saw You

I DID NOT WRITE THIS


I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But you didn’t see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But you didn’t see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But you didn’t see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But you didn’t see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But you didn ‘t see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you stare at my long hair.
But you didn’t see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But you didn’t see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But you didn’t see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But you didn’t see me going home to be with my family.

I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But you didn’t see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But you didn’t see me pat my child’s hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But you didn’t see me squeeze my wife’s leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But you didn’t see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But you didn’t see me trying to turn right

I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But you didn’t see me leave the road.

I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But you didn’t see me. I wasn’t there.

I saw you go home to your family.
But you didn’t see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. But you didn’t see me.

Getting to be that time of years, friends. PAY ATTENTION.

Well Fuck It …

I’ve been up ten minutes and I am already pissed off first, here’s the assHOLE in San Antonio:

Butch Armstrong said the fence has helped to buffer the sound between the school and his home [ … ], a short street running behind the schoolyard, but noise is still a problem. He would like the district to change a traffic pattern that has a long line of cars dropping off and retrieving children at the rear of the school and to monitor the property so community members do not use the school grounds on nights and weekends.

[ … ]

According to a Universal City police report, Armstrong told an officer that “police, fire, ambulances and the USAF training jets are not unreasonable, but the noise coming from the elementary school was.”

OMFG.

And this, well this is just quite possibly one of the stupidest things EVER.

And allergies?  Yes, allergies can kiss my FAT ass.

ERM … that would be MY allergies, NOT Malia’s allergies.