I thought about changing the look of this thing and then promptly found the prospect far too daunting at this point in time.

I moved dirt...a lot of dirt...today in an effort to somewhat level the backyard into some semblence of flatness. Not my idea of fun. I'm beat and we're in the midst of cleaning/reorganizing in the usual frantic manner before having people over, as my Dad and a couple we're friends with are coming over on Memorial Day. I have a paper to finish, it's not happening right now. Life, otherwise, has ocsillated between chaotic and uneventful. Christa graduated with her Masters, work has been the usual fun...in short, long periods of boredom intersped with brief moments of crisis.

I'm taking one summer class. I've gotten nothing done around the house with any semblence of regularity. Part of the reason for frantic cleaning and my day being spent playing catch with the yard. The dirt, actually, was an unexpected solution to the whole mess that is the back yard as the neighbors are doing their garage driveway and the guy doing it didn't want to deal with the dirt.


Continued whining, yadda yadda yadda...like everything, needs more cowbell!

blogger has changed their homepage....a shock, to say the least, of course, I'm probably among the last to notice, but that's life, I suppose.

Peter's bother has traveled to Las Vegas, I think he's still there because I haven't seen Peter online (or talked to him on the phone, annoyed or otherwise) since Sat.

I'm done with school for spring, I got a 4.0 and all As...for the first time since it never really mattered anyway in grade school...actually, it maybe since kindergarden but I'm not sure...which I suppose is worse although it would like S instead of S+, from 1st grade on....

I have had the exalting (or depressing) realization after watching "The Restaurant" on NBC, I have actually experienced enough in life to exceed the average TV viewer...considering it reads like a script from a restaurant I was familiar with...d'oh...

slightly late... (5/11/04) ... still put it on the right date...

Pink Floyd, The Wall, "Mother"

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa Mother, should I build a wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa Is it just a waste of time?
Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall.
Mother, do you think she's good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through.
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you've been.
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
Oooo Babe.
Oooo Babe.
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?