Josh

One of the things I hate about doing yard work without gloves are the blisters, besides the fact that I’m allergic to dirt.  Yes, I am allergic to dirt.  There’s just something in there that makes my body want to hate me for touching dirt.  I was working out in the yard today, perfecting my farmer’s tan, when I felt a tiny burning, popping sensation on the side of my thumb.  I had popped a blister that I didn’t even know existed.

I went and wrapped it up with some gauze, put a little Neosporin on it, and went back to work outside.  I came back in for the night and realized that I now had blisters on each of my fingers on my right hand.  They are all now wrapped in gauze.  It’s a wonderful feeling, I can tell you.  But it’s taking me about 30 minutes to type this far without making any mistakes.  I’ve made a lot of mistakes.

Anyway.  I was supposed to post a videocast this week, but I can’t seem to get the batteries for the camera charged.  I’m going to buy new ones I think, but the trouble is finding the best ones.  I don’t want to get crappy batteries, like the ones we have now.  But I assure you, it’ll be up soon.  I have it all written out and planned, I just need to film it.  Hopefully I’ll do that this weekend, or next week before I go to Cleveland.

Yes, you read correctly.  I’m going to Cleveland.  I’m not moving there, it’s Cleveland for crying out loud, but I will be there for…awhile.  I plan on spending my summer between here and Cleveland.  But you don’t have to worry because I’ll still be blogging and participating in all that I did before, just not as often.  Well, I’ll probably be blogging more, but we’ll see.

I won’t be around much starting tomorrow either.  Ness is coming on Sunday night and I have to clean.  I have to clean a lot.  Then when she’s here we’re going to be doing yard work.  She’s from Cleveland, she has never ridden a riding lawn mower so I’m going to take her for a spin on that.  It’s not exciting for people that have ridden them before, but she’s pretty excited about it really.

My sister, Nicole, insists that the only way she’ll like Ness is if she buys her french fries from Burger King.  She’s a spoiled brat and she knows how to work me, I only hope that Ness can resist her whining, pouting, and her sad face.  She’s evil, I swear.

I told my parents that I was going to go back to Cleveland with Ness for a bit and he asked how long I was staying.  I told him a couple weeks, but from the sounds of it, I think he was hoping that I wouldn’t ever come back.  Thanks Dad, I love you too.  We were eating dinner today and he was making some pretty perverted remarks about where Ness was going to sleep when she was here and some other things.  I’m not going to get into it because I really don’t want to re-live the mental images that were running through my mind as he was saying it.  Oops, too late.  The images are running through my mind now.

At any rate, I’ll be around, so don’t worry.  The internet can survive without me.  It won’t be as much fun, I know, but it’ll be alright.

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