the village buzz

this is a little tiny frog that we found in the back yard. we have a koi pond in the backyard that is KILLING me with algae this year. i think it’s because it’s been 10,000 degrees every day around here. anyway.. we usually get a bunch of pollywogs, but the koi eat all but about two. this year, we have about five BIG frogs.. but these little guys also showed up. these guys are fully grown, but still SUPER tiny. for reference.. in this photo is a hand, a landscaping rock, and the little guy..

on a side note.. i am putting together my playlist for my trip. i am doing albums, rather than songs, since it will be so long.. i need help!

click here to see my current list, and help me add to it!

i totally forgot to mention why i was riding around on the train. on that day, we were celebrating 4 years of the girl’s legal contract to put up with my poop. i would say that i was under the same contract, but there really isn’t much poop to deal with. then, i started to wonder. maybe there might be a chance that she doesn’t think that there is much poop to deal with. maybe my workaholism and wanderlust isn’t that bad of a thing. maybe, after all these years, i have stumbled onto how to actually do this thing right.. find someone who doesn’t see all the poop in your lifestyle as poop.. but accepts it as normal. hmm…you never know.. we’ll have to see..

on the side, i am a wedding photographer. in alot of cases, i think because i am always really curious about everyone’s stories, i end up as a makeshift wedding/marriage couneselor. it is at that point where i get really scared of saying the wrong thing. i usually just say whatever comes to mind anyway…

now, here’s something i need from you guys.. if you have some good advice that i can share, and spare my couples from my silliness, i would love to hear it.

go here to let me hear your advice!

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on a different note.. i picked up the latest simon and garfunkel dvd the other day. it made me think alot about the nature of friendships and relationships. if you have something to say about it, check this, and leave me a message!

simon and garfunkel dvd review

the other day, i got to ride on a train through the cuyahoga valley. you get on in cleveland somewhere, and it rolls around akron somewhere.. it then spits you off in a little town called Penninsula. you get to drink beer and stomp around on nature trails. one thing i learned was, mosquitos like drinking the beer from the inside of people. i was happy to see the train coming around the corner with some yellow on it, as that’s just about the only color i can see really well..

i will send some more pics over the next few days, but if you are interesting in rolling around on the train, you can check it out here..

this is a photo of the aftermath of the “great wind” we had the other day.. when it hit, i was at work.. i swear, it sounded like the roof was ripping off the building.. on second thought, it was! we saw shingles and other neighborhood goodies flying past our windows. everyone wanted to head to the basement, but i am not that smart yet.

the big giant wind was the talk of the town for the next two days.. but no matter how many people i listened to, i am STILL not sure if i was in a tornado.. dangit..

so what about you kids, have you survived a real live tornado? i keep saying in am gonna go tornado hunting… but i never have time..

this is my friend clara. the last i checked, she was either 90, or pushing 90..

i could tell so many stories about clara.. i could tell you about the time she took me to wheeling downs on my birthday to gamble our brains out.. i could tell you about the time she wheeled around walmart not knowing that a black bra (she had earlier crashed into a bra rack) was stuck to her buggy.. but i think one of the funnier ones happened right about the time i took this photo..

clara lived by herself out in the country (serious boggy creek country.. the town is called widowville..). out there, there is no cable tv, so she has a satellite..

for whatever reason, she lost track of the remote control, and blindly pecked a few buttons. in the blink of an eye, clara’s living room was filled by the wakka wakka music of hardcore porn.

this is where the story takes a turn..

she started to tell us what she saw on the screen. she gave a play by play of several pizza deliveries and pool cleanings gone awry.. all the while my brain was doing the math. having seen an adult film or two in this lifetime, i realized that she had to have been watching for somewhere around a half an hour…

i thought about this for a few days, and the next time i saw her… i asked her about the time frame.. she smiled.. and giggled.. but did not get embarrassed in the least..

clara has changed my mind about aging.. sure, it’s gonna come quicker than i’d like.. sure it’s gonna be a bit of a pain in the ass.. but you might as well have a bit of fun here and there..

now!

tell me your stories.. who in your life has changed your mind about aging?

remember.. i will post all interesting stories!

this is jarrod. he is in the klan. we are both in the klan. they had this big hub bub about letting darkies in the klan, so we bitched until they let us join.

it was a total bitch taking this picture under my hood.

his klan name is: little big horn

my klan name is: spiczilla

can you guess what flavor of darkies we are?