Why did it have to be a snake?

OK. So I'm laying in bed last night thinking to myself how I really need to get to Lowes first thing in the morning and get the trim for the bottom of our front door.
But first, lets go back to earlier in the day shall we?
It was a nice day, sunny, a little breeze from the west, and while trimming the roses in the front I looked down to find a stinking snake hanging out on the stump of the old Cherry tree. Now it was only a little guy. About 18" long or so but nonetheless, he was a snake. IN MY FRONT YARD. So as any guy would do, I freaked out and told Emily that I needed a man! Someone that could capture this beast and remove it.
I didn't want to hurt it, I just wanted it gone. Of course Emily and Sue could be heard from Beaverton. They were really messed up.
So I got me a stick and a bucket. As I tried to get eem' I somehoe launched him about 20' into the air to near the mailbox. Wow! Snakes fly. I finally got him into the bucket and let him go in the back so he could grow up and get bigger. Oh boy!
Hayden was bummed cause he wanted to hold him. We will be admitting Hayden to his therapy classes soon.
So, I got the trim and in a few minutes, I will put it on so the slithery little guy won't invite himself for dinner. Dinner of course being me.........

I have been listening to a book on tape called Stories from Ground Zero. It's 18 hours of interviews and stories from Firefighters and Police Men and Women who were on hand during the World Trade Center attacks. Quite moving and very emotional. Too much went on that day to forget. And I hope I never do.
I have a renewed interest in the heros of those days.
I hope you get a chance to listen to this as well.
The photos to the left say so much. Especially the one on the right.

Ivory Liquid Helps Your Hands Look Young Again

Actually, I have no idea why I have referred to Ivory Liquid. Perhaps it's just another case of the Jimisms?
But what I do know is that my water timer in the backyard just came on.
Aren't you glad to know that?
Speaking of timer, have you noticed how it rymes with Heimer? As in Binkloheimer? As in Haley?
And did you know that in 8 days she will be graduated from high school? Oh my God!
Now this is what I call a random blogage. Actually blogage is a French word. It's meaning is yet to be determined.

Oregon vs. Arizona

Oregon Arizona

Oh, that's why you are called Hopper

After a few hundred softball games, from the Jumping Jelly Beans (7 years old) to the Liberty Falcons, Haley has ended her softball career with high honors.

Haley has made third team all-conference.

She led the team with 93 put outs, 8 doubles and her on-base-average was .413. All in just 17 games, missing the last three due to a broken hand. Not bad hopper!

I already miss seeing you play.

It's not CEMENT

After nearly 20 years of watching (inspecting) concrete being placed, I was talked into helping create a new patio for the stink'n Chilcotts. I was very pleased with the results. In fact, I am considering quiting my current job and becoming a concrete contractor. But since I can barely move now, due to the amazing man-work I will for-go the career change for now. Thank yoi Ibuprofen.
Josh's idea to have an exposed aggregate finish challenged us all. But the challenge was met. And it is awesome. It kind of looks like Rice Krispy Treats, without the shine.
And Jon, not only is a good concrete worker, but he is a great ditch-diggin'-trench-makin' sumbitch. He likes playing in the mud.
My goal for the day was to see just when Sarah began to call the patio a "concrete" patio as opposed to "cement", like in the Beverly Hillbillies when they refered to their backyard pool as a "cee-ment-pond". By the end of the gig, I think she actually mentioned "concrete". Way to go Knoskers of Zib.

I...Am...Snoticus!

Is there a better way to begin a blog but to do it while looking through snot-filled eyes?
I think not.
Allegra is good. Of course by the time June rolls around I will be imuned to its goodness. And the stink'n snow (pollen et. al.) will be in blizzard form.
Is Blog a verb? To Blog. Or is it a Noun? "He was a Blogger".
What?
I don't know.
Glrious day!