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Rain Dance
My Beloved Gizmo and I wnjoyed our nightly stroll once again. Even when I am feeling worthless due to the increased amount of time I spend in the wheelchair, she never fails to pull me from my dulldrums. She's such a good puppy. And even on nights when I don't want to go on our walk she looks at me with those huge brown eyes of hers and coaxes me to grab the lead and find my crosstrainers.
So off we set into the late evening with the Ipod blaring and the naproxen doing it's job. We walked out to Thatcher Park and did a few laps around the path. I couldn't help but to notice how crispy and dry the grass is. How it almost felt as is we were walking upon straw rather than actual grass. Gizzy was less than impressed with the dryness and looked up at me as if I was solely responsible for the reason she couldn't do her backward waller in the soccerfield.
They keep saying we have Thunderstorms on the way but each time the storm dissapates before it reaches Indy. All the grass in my yard is dead leaving me only clover and crabgrass to waste my waterbill on.
However, on the walk back home I felt the temperature begin to cool and a rejuvinating breeze lifted my hair from the back of my neck and sent it swirling. The tree leaves were dancing as they turned themselves over in hope of the coming storm. Yet, 3 hours later. Here I sit, still awaiting the ever elusive rain storm.
I want Thunder and Lightening with raging winds and sheets of rain. I want to enjoy a cup of hot tea on the front porch while wrapped within the patter of every raindrop. We haven't had a true Thunderstorm since spring - I want the whole shabang - I wouldn't even be that upset if my power got knocked out for the rest of the night. I'd stay up and make sure my aunt and best friends who live in the houses next door were up on time for work cuz that's just how I roll.
This neighborhood needs a good splash of water to rinse away the dust and grime of the heat baked street. I want the birds to bath in the mud puddles instead of my guard dogs water trough - that does nothing less than send poor budah into a tizzy. I want to great the new dawn with a wet face and the fresh scent of rain filling my lungs. I want to dance naked in the rain and make all my neighbors certain that I have finally gone off the deep end. I want to make love to the crescendo of the storm until I am so spent I can't move a muscle.
Don't get me wrong, I love the sunshine. This heat wave of late has not bothered me a bit. I'm like a lizard on a hot rock basking on my lounger in the full blazing sun. But like all life, I crave the rain when it has neglected me for too long. So Bring on the final wave of summer heat.....but first may I please have the most brilliant of Thunderstorms possible?
 
Are you ready for some FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!
WoooHOOOOO! I LOOOVE FOOTBALL SEASON!
I swear I spend all year, bouncing in my seat waiting for my Colts to take the field again! And finally the time has come again for me to don my lucky jammie pants and Peyton Manning jersey as I jump up and down on my beat up sofa while screaming at the television doing a fist pump....yeah I guess I sort of turn into a dude with boobs during a colts game the only thing I am missing is a ratty pair of boxers that gape open in the front hahaha.
I am NOT a preseason fan mostly because my Colts ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS get their asses handed to them during our preseason. Maybe it's because our second string totally sucks or maybe it's pure deceptive genius so as not to tip the competition off to our secret playbook for the season. Either way our second string need to step up to the plate and start making some heads turn. Let's face it, Poor ole Peyton ain't getting no younger and every other team is now using the no huddle offense so the old tricks just don't shine quite as bright as they once did. Although I would still fuck Peyton Manning within and inch of his life if ever given the chance, I wish our back up would show more promise!
So let's talk Turkey...err... I mean Football! Who's your favorite team? Favorite player? None of my friends like football so I have to take it all out on you guys.
Travel Dates for this Month
Alright so I have managed to line out my schedule for the next few weeks. Figured I would post it here for you. Keep in mind that I prefer only One possibly two guests to visit me while I am in any location. Email me if you would like to get together.
9/7/2010 9/7/2010 Bloomington, Illinois
9/8/2010 9/8/2010 Peoria, Illinois
9/9/2010 9/9/2010 Iowa City, Iowa
9/15/2010 9/15/2010 Lexington, Kentucky
9/16/2010 9/16/2010 Louisville, Kentucky
9/17/2010 9/17/2010 Evansville, Indiana
9/22/2010 9/22/2010 Dayton, Ohio
9/23/2010 9/23/2010 Columbus, Ohio
9/24/2010 9/24/2010 Cincinnati, Ohio
The Pagan Whore
I am a Wicked Pagan Whore, I'm not apologizing for it. However, I think that any Jahovah's Witness can seem to sense it of me as whenever I come across one they seem hell bent to save me in particular. I can even be within a group of my friends, yet I am the one they continually hound. As if saving me is thier sure-fire, solid gold ticket into everlasting paradise. As if whichever one manages to convert me will win the paradise lottery or something.
I don't mind discussing any religion. Unlike many folks, I do not take offense. Instead I see it as an opportunity to learn about that individuals beliefs and traditions. I don't become frustrated that someone does not hold the same beliefs as myself, nor do I pity them for their "obvious lack of morals and guidance" lol. Hell, I'm just thankful that they believe in Something!
I do not appreciate their blatant condecention to my beliefs though. I do not for a moment believe that I am going to burn in hell or suffer eternal damnation, or come back as a cockroach. Even with my loose morals I still believe I am a good human being.
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