I walked around to the backyard and startled this guy. He ran to the fence and couldn’t go any farther.
Just got home. My dad gave me a new mask and I just happened to be wearing one of my Tiger shirts. About half of the people at Home Depot in Burton were wearing masks, though a few of them had their noses hanging over the tops of their masks. The other half were in the “I don’t wanna” category.
I got an email from Gov. Whitmer today. She says tattoo shops can open now. I’m gonna get another tattoo soon.
I don’t know what’s going on. Tigers.com and MLB.com are both showing on their schedule pages that the season starts tomorrow. But at the same time, there seems to be no agreement between the Players Association and the League.
Holy shit! Two more days and baseball is back! The Tigers will play the White Sox Tuesday night!
Life is good again!!!
Kevin Harvick wins today.
Motorsports are my thing while baseball is still out. Haven’t missed a NASCAR race since they started a few weeks ago, and last night I watched the first IndyCar race.
I posted this on Facebook five days ago. I wanted to post it on my other blogs too and I decided not to fix the typos.
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A little drunk noow. After mowing the front lawn, i decided to sit on porch and drink beer. About two hours later, i’m still sitting here.
I love this house so much, i can’t express how much i love my house. I’m so proud to be the owner of the blue house on Annibal Drive. Some people have called it a cute little house and I oughta slap them. In my eyes, this house is a glorious mansion.
So, i sit on the front porch and i drink beer, and i spit over the rails. I feel like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino. . I know made that referance to Gran Torino a number of times. I guess that movie was sort of an inspiration, it was on my mind my mind when i realized i was going to do whatever i could to buy this house when my landlords announced they wanted to sell it.
Some people prefer to sit in the back yard. But i perfer to sit on front porch. It feels lonely sitting out back. I like being in the front. .
I like this neighborhood and wish i knew the neighbors. I’m prohahly aan asshole in their eyes though, considering how much angry yelling comes from my house since i moved in. Even so, i still love it here and plan to be here for tht rest of my life.
Well, i typed thtese whole thing on my phone and there are probaby a bunch of typos. I might fix them later if i log in on the computer, or i might not bother .
When people ask me, “When did you graduate high school?” I become uncomfortable. First, I don’t really know what year I graduated. I have a diploma around here somewhere. I could dig it up and see, if I felt like it.
Second, I didn’t graduate when I was supposed to. I dropped out of school a couple times, and went back, which resulted in me graduating much later than I was supposed to. Maybe if I had played school straight, I would have a concrete graduation year cemented in memory.
Graduating really wasn’t a big deal to me. My diploma is just some leather bond thing I come across every once in while when going through boxes of stuff.
Sometimes I worry that people will judge me if I tell them all this and I’ve often avoided the subject.
My mom sent me this picture of the planter wagon I got her for Mother’s Day. She now has plants in it and has placed it on her front deck.
I just got home from Mom and Dad’s. Dad grilled ribs.
Shortly after I got there, Dad handed me this box and said he got it for me. At first, I thought it was a box of M&M’s, but then I opened it. Guess I’ve been talking a bit about my two new hobbies, collecting 1/24 scale diecast cars and watching NASCAR races.
It’s still not much of a collection yet, but now I have three cars to show. The new car is a Pontiac Grand Prix.
