Wullu's blog

While there is a long list of the pros to being single, I found, this morning, one of the major drawbacks.

It is a royal pain in the ass trying to dress a 4 inch long gash on the back of the thigh by yourself. The very last thing I will ever be accused of being is a contortionist. But that was what I looked a few minutes ago as I tried this feat. I was practically upside down so that the guass pads would not move on me before I could wrap them into place.

Never again am I going to try stupid sailor trick #482.

Well as anyone who has been here is aware, my neighbour and I just put a new lawn in a couple weeks ago. I figured it would somehow come back to bite me in the ass. Jess never figured it would be literal.

You see my outside tap is all screwed up so we have been using my neighbours tap. He pays for the water, I buy the fertilizer, lime etc for the lawn. About 2230 last night I decide the back has had enough water for the day and go out to turn off the water. He has two dogs. A sweetheart of a golden Lab and a hyper Boxer. I ALWAYS check from my side to see if the dogs are out. I don't want them getting loose. Last night I did not check. I went through the gate and started turning off the water. The Lab came around the corner "hey Max!" Then screaming around the corner comes 60 pounds of solid muscle. I went to grab the Boxer so he would not get loose. He took it the wrong way. By the time I got the gate closed I had a couple pretty good chunks out of my thigh and another out my ankle.

The worst part was telling my neighbour. I know what it is to have a dog bite someone and a pleasant feeling it is not. I knew he felt like shit and there I was bleeding away trying to comfort him and his wife. After about 20 minutes I finally convinced them all was well and it was more my fault than the Boxer.

There you have stupid sailor trick #482

Not a total loss this though. The right leg is pretty banged up so the base hospital sent me home for the day and gave me a big ass bottle of Tylenol 3s

Well I had my lawn rebuilt last week. Why? Why? Why? Why did I forget how much damned work is involved in a good lawn

The sods have taken root for the most part, so now I am at the save all that money I spent phase. Lime, fertilizer, edging, cedar chip beds and let us not forget the water...... The month before the lawn went in it rained steady. Since it went down 11 days ago, 2 days of rain. Out with the sprinkler!!!

Why did I do this? Oh yeah, the way it looked before was embrassing, that is it!!

Well the lime is not going to lay itself for me,

Cheers until I feel the need to procrastinate again!!

Just tossed Four Seasons in the CD player. For whatever reason I always find it easier to concentrate on whatever the task at hand is with music playing in the background. I guess it gives me something to tune out? Sounds sorta contradictory but it seems to work for me. Maybe I can use this technique to wade through some of the massive cut and paste articles here in the last while.