These are not my beautiful socks.

I don't know what happens in life.
The things that are supposed to happen happen.
Or maybe not.
I was in the bathroom at work the other day and I was using the urinal which is a relatively new thing for me since I didn't grow up with one in my house as a child.
Anyways, I was thinking about owning a house.
I was peeing and thinking about owning my home.
Immediately my thoughts turned to thoughts about losing my home.
This is a natural progression in my mind.
And I am filling myself with anxiety.

Emptying and filling.

But then I realized that if I were to own something, then I could lose something.
That is a thing that happens in life.
You have something, and you lose something, and no matter what you think you might learn in the process, you don't really give yourself the tools to deal with the next thing in line.
That is the beauty.
I think that being unprepared IS being prepared.

I don't know, it is just what I came up with while I was peeing.

A thing I am not prepared for is when lately my wife will use these voices to gain an edge in an argument.
They are basically retarded versions of me.
It is a very effective method of igniting rage and sadness.
Frustration.

Is this a thing that happens in life?
Well obviously.
It happened.
And as with everything else, I am totally unprepared.

lovamewht

Tracings.

I got nothing.
I am just having a bad week.
I got to get back on the horse.
My Mom is visiting.
Soon!

I have to get back on the horse.

I wish there was more, but right now there is not.
I love you though.
loantw

When it all comes crashing down.

Are we just blindly walking into a big trap?

I was wondering that today for most of the day.
I rode my bike around and thought about freedom and shit like that.

I heard from a guy of a friend I saw standing on the street that we mine all the brass for bullet casings and then send them to China for them to make our bullets.

So now you know what I'm thinking.
You know what I am saying.
We are winking at each other now.
Now.

I put up some shelves in the garage.
I did a good job.
I thought I did a good job.
And I did, but I didn't do the right job.
The Right job.
I solved the use of space and I was so pleased with how it was going, I didn't bother to back it up with the actual installation.
And a couple of days ago, a week ago, it all came crashing down into a big mess.
It was so loud.
And it knocked me into a bit of a depression.
But today on most holy president's day, I solved my problems and kicked my ass into gear and I tackled the most difficult task of rebuilding.
And it turned out great!
My new idea.

Talk about a real blessing in disguise.

I had a great weekend.
lvoamtwhr

It's Me, or catastrophe. 2-15-09

Damn.
Damn!!!
My legs are sore!
I rode all over today, and today isn't even done yet!
Oh my lord!
My boy, he is so cute.
He is getting more teeth.
Teeth in his mouth.
And he is sore about the whole thing.
He is drooling in protest.
I love him though.
He will be a year old soon.
I was watching him eat part of my dinner last night.
Just chewing away like he isn't even impressed with himself.
Who has time?
When everything is new and awesome, how can you be impressed with anything?
I love him, like I said.
We built a house together this morning.
It is not really what I was expecting to do.
I was very tired from being social last night.
But still, you got to do something.
You only get once.
So that is what we did and it was fun.
I think I might fix it up a bit though.
We will see.
I can tell you this, that house we built does not pass code.
No codes.
Fails them all.

loamghw

About to break wide open.

Do you know what Truen is doing?
She is trying to pull some crap.
I don't know what it is yet, but I know it is there.
She is sneaking around with something in her purse.
Her emotional purse.
She is trying to be a hider.
In plain sight.

Right in my plain sight.

But you know, she is my partner.
My "life" partner.
And I can't blame her.
She has a lot of things on her plate.
I know because it is one of her hiding places.
Her emotional plate.

You know what though?
She is making me some macaroni and cheese.
Just like I like it.
Out of the box.

I guess what I am trying to say is that we take care of each other.
We support.
We bear.

lovamtewh

resting things.

A shelf that I had built failed me tonight.
I must have surpassed the maximum load bearing capacity.

My brother supposedly wrote a very good paper about riding his bicycle.
His stolen bicycle.
The one that he stole.

I am kidding.
He did not steal the bicycle.

But he might have.

Truen went on an adventure today, and it sounds nuts.

lovmathew

Not on MY watch!

I was cleaning off my desk, and I found a watch!
It came from a box of watches that was in a drawer.
I think I got it from my Grandpa.
Or at least, I took it from that box.

It's okay, I had permission.

I look around at all my stuff sometimes and I wonder what things
if people were rifling through it all, what would they take?
I think it depends on the person.
What they like already.
Still, I don't like to wear watches.
But then there I was, taking a watch.

Like a raccoon or a crow.

Taking a shiny thing that I had no use for.

Anyways, All I am saying is that if you end up going through my crap and taking any of it, please take good care of it.
It probably meant something to me at one point.

As a follow up to my earlier post requesting any fans or admirers of my drawings to make themselves known,
I need contact information.
Like a way to contact you.

navajothunder@yahoo.com.

Do you know some dickhead went and took navajothunder@gmail?
I want to know who that is.
Who do they think they are!?
ME!!??
I doubt it.

Take care and crap.
lvomthqe

Black Metal Caveman.

THE ETERNAL FLAME THAT IS COMPLETE AND UTTER DARKNESS HATH NO BEGINNING, HATH NO END!

Thank you Garth.
lvoamtehw

Idea.

YO!
I got two pork chops under my arms!
Like I am trying to steal two pork chops.
Under my arms.

I am going to buy some paper.
Then I will draw on that paper.
And I will show you the drawings.

I hope you guys are good.
Well.
Hope you are well.

lovamthwe