Words from the burbs

So Zule got a wii. My son is a wii sports bowling and boxing master.  It is so adorable to watch his tiny fists pumping in rage as he knocks out the other avatar.  He will play it for hours. Best part, its really an active game and it wears him out. Money well spent!

My upstairs air conditioning unit is dripping (or I should say, given the humidity, pouring) condensation into my bedroom. So, I have to sleep without air conditioning and I feel like I'm in the book Heart of Darkness.

So there is a child killer on the loose in Louisville, who apparently prefers latino children whose parents don't watch them.  Today, Zule and I went to pick up chinese across the street from our office, and when we walked in there was a flock of tiny Latino children sitting there. The oldest was about 7, the rest were stair steps every two years down to one and barely able to walk.  The 7 year old came over to the counter, paid for her chinese food and then set off on foot with the baby on her shoulders and her brothers and sisters in tow. At no point was an adult involved in this.  The treked off down Klondike lane with their food.

What the fuck are those parents thinking?

Over the weekend, I took sweatone to the zoo while Zule was driving Dbot to her other daddy's house.  We had a fun time, I got him a hot dog.  We played in the water park area and on our way out we saw Scotty the new baby elephant.  Sweatone also got to feed and pet a giraffe.  He liked that, except he was a little afraid of the giraffes long prehinsile tongue.  I found out that giraffes are unique in the animal kingdom as they are born with horns. Poor babby giraffe mommas. Also, we looked at all the snakes in the herpaquarium because those exhibits are air conditioned.

Sunday I took him out to my pappaws farm and he was well behaved the entire time, excepting two incidents:
1) on the way out there, he had to pee. We stop at dairy queen to use the restroom. Of course I took him into the women's restroom, b/c there is no way I'm letting a four year old boy go into a man's restroom by himself.  There was just an abduction killing last week here in town of a little boy.  When I lived in San Diego, a mom let her nine year old boy go into the men's room and a dude slit his throat and sodomized him before he could get help.  Well, sweatone does not care, obviously, and pitches a fit b/c he knows damn well he's no girl. He's yelling that he has a penis, rolling around on the dirty floor.  Anyone outside the restroom would have been convinced he was being killed fromt he ruckus he was raising. Finally I pinned him against the toilet kind of with his pants down and turned on the water on the faucet.  No kid can resist peeing when there's water running. (Parenting tip for you baal, in case it comes up in your future).
2)after we get out to the farm, sweatone started playing with his second cousin Andrew, and he was being really good.  I was talking to all of my aunties and my mom, and sweatone and andrew snuck outside and tried to hitch a ride with my two older male cousins on their ATV's.  My cousin asked Seaton "Does your mom know your out here?"
Answer: "O yes, her does and her say I can ride the motorcycle by myself!"
My cousin was unconvinced :)

Our fourth was a successful bash.  We are still cleaning up.  Everyone had fun with the wii.  We set off enough fireworks to take out a small country and everyone liked my new cheeseball recipe and my glaze for my chicken. 
I used bourbon q sauce. Its really good. 

http://www.bourbonq.com/

the people that own the company are super nice too! Buy some!

Hey, so when I went to pick up a calzone today, I saw some dude selling fireworks out of his truck.  Kentucky has weird rules on what fireworks you can and cannot purchase, so this was a total score.  I meant to tell Zule about the dude, but since shit was all chaotic up in the office I forgot about it.  Well Zule went there for lunch too and saw the dude, but he wanted to sell only for cash (surprise)! So dave set the sale up for later.  I now have 100 artillery shells and I'm not going to sleep or jail until the last one is launched July 4.  Sweatone decorated his bike for the parade.  Dbot and Sweatone are working on signs warning asshats not to park in front of our house unless they want fireworks debris on their car.  In addition, we're wrapping the yard in caution tape.