Rainy day Saturday

I was going to do a little bit of rollerblading this morning, but its all wet outside. And there is nothing worse than rollerblading on wet cement. Wait a minute... 'wet cement' could be misconstrued as undried cement. Let's just say, dry and completely cured cement that has been rained on. Ok, I think I went too far into that explanation.

I do need to take the trash to the dump today. That means the truck gets some attention today. You know, if that truck didn't burn a tank of gas just getting out of the driveway, I would drive it way more often.

Hopefully, the epitomy of my day isn't going to be taking the trash to the dump. Unless of course, I get into a vicious accident or something. Maybe I could take the truck off some sweet jumps.

I need to add some flavor to my life. It seems I am not getting out enough. That is one thing I miss about California. I could just walk outside and find something to do. Of course, living out in the country does have it's benefits. Last week, I took the shotgun out and tried to shoot a dead branch of the big dead tree in the backyard. For being a dead tree, it sure is strong. I unloaded at least 10 shells into that branch and only managed to knock off some bark. Imagine if the same applied to people. You could walk around shooting people and only manage to knock their clothing off. I wonder what that would do to the gun laws?

There's got to be something to do in this city that will register on my excitement scale.

I can't wait for warmer weather.

Hey. I know. I think I will brew some beer today. That will entail going to the store to get some supplies. I can't remember what I need, so I will need to consult the books again. Ah, the wonderful feeling of being unprepared. At least it adds excitement and uncertainty to life.

Blah.