the heart can be a strange twisted muscle of hurt

I have some friends that are going through (or recently gone through)break ups.

It sucks when your heart is breaking and you feel helpless and would do anything to get back what you had. You feel like no one could possibly understand the depth of the love you have lost. Tears stream down your face. You barely feel them. Never mind able to control them. Even more, you don't really want them to stop. There is some kind of strange comfort in knowing at least you feel pain. Pain caused by someone you love; or by you to someone you love. Maybe because the pain is at least attatched to your love somehow... twisted, bitter-sweet pain. Knawing at your empty stomach...turning it inside out so much that the thought of food is ridiculous.

empty

regret

ache

desperate

alone

lost

why
numb

confused

broken

hurt

These are just a handful of the words that have been spoken( sometimes whispered through sobs) during lengthy conversations.

If you are like me, you feel for your friends. You want to take their pain away. You want to say that everything will be ok and mean it. But you can't. Not really.

By far not the funniest post I've ever written. In fact, there isn't anything funny about it. But it is probably the most heartfelt. And for the record, my dear friends, I love you very much. Thank you for sharing such personal memories and pain with me. I am honored to know you and call you my friends.

Twirl THIS

I'm sorry but this guy is just completely too comfortable behind this table.

His punishment for being a complete dork?

He is being exploited on my blog.

kelped to death

So, you all remember my favorite beach right? Granted, its colder out and I'm not spending as much time down there lately, but I still make my appearance at least twice a week. Well, Everett and I were just hanging out there, minding our own business when I suddenly felt something slithering up my leg. I looked down and saw the freakiest thing ever. I was being attacked by some crazy kelp with killin' on its mind. Don't believe me? Check it out. It was awful. I was terrified.
I barely escaped with my life.
Stop laughing.
I'm still shaking.
Looks like some other beach go-er wasn't so lucky.

Poor bastard.

Needless to say, I'll be packin' some heat with me next time I go.

how many 5 year olds can you take in a fight?

UPDATE:
So duck pointed out that this link doesn't quite work properly. Rob tried to do the quiz too, and after going through the questions, he kept getting brought to a dating site. I suggested it was maybe because he was the perfect specimen or something, that rather than waste his time fighting 5 year olds, he should get busy and start dating. It seemed a logical explanation. Stonelifter can take 20, after reasking him for the link, Rob was able to take 30 of the little bastards (a smidge less than the 50 he was convinced he could handle, I might add). I guess I'm not so bad assed after all.
15 thanks stonelifter for this link.

Tribute To Kevin's Hair

this video was funny to me. A couple days ago I got a text message from Rob saying "I want to bath in Kevin's hair" it made me laugh out loud because I had forgotten all about this video.

I hope you all are having a great day my little lovelies. Actually, I don't.
And to quote T Leach, "cheap bastards". How dare I entertain you to the degree I do and you can't find it in your tiny, loveless, ungrateful hearts to buy me a coffee. You are indeed a sorry bunch of bloggers.

welcome to the world. please know it's NOT all about you.

So our tenants just had a baby boy a few days ago. he's perfect and smells really good.

i'm trying to decide what to get him.

either of these seemed pretty cute
i think i should go sniff him again.

man someone should bottle that smell.

buy me a coffee!!!!!

NOT the best way to start off a morning. In fact, considering my relationship with coffee, it is basically the worst way for me to start a day.

So don't you feel bad for me dropping my coffee? Really? Awe, thanks. That's so sweet. If you really felt bad though, you would go to this link and buy me a coffee. Its easy and painless and you will be a better person because of it. my Starbucks card# is 6029037102347474 and the pin#is 08405593 a friend of mine said there is no way people would do this. I say that's not only wrong, but completely ridiculous. Of course you will. now go! ...click ... make my day!

this is my brother Phil
this is me
this is us morphed.
weird hey?
have a great weekend my lovelies!

guest poster takes over world

this cracked me up this morning.

so i finally got off my lazy butt and did Tena's guest post.
check it out here...

hope you all have a simply splendid day.

Oh my lovelies... wow, that word just creeped me out. Put a space between it and the truth kinda comes out doesn't it? I just wanted to put a little personal touch back into my blog and let you all know that I hear you, my sweet, sweet little bloggers. Oh how fondly I look back at all our little inside jokes that are only funny to us and think, Man, I'm really freakin' funny. And you...you all, you're just so cute with your flowers and fanmail. Without you all, I, yes I, the me that exists here in both blogland and reality, wouldn't be possile.

Man I love talking like that. It's retarded. You should hear my voicemail message, never mind see my wallpaper. And by wallpaper, I do mean the kind you put on your wallz. Not on your computer screen. My wallpaper on my computer screen is obviously all me, all the time. That's right, I web cam myself all day. Haha, sorry. I'm just laughing at the thought.

Soooo annnyhoo. Enough about me. Well, for now. On with some crap I took pictures of.

So what do we have here?

That's right, possibly one of the ugliest families anywhere. There should be a show called "Ugly Families you are forced to look at because killing is politically incorrect".. I'd watch it. Actually, I'd probably produce it. I have no shame. The ugly mother was looking right at me.

Oh, it gets worse, trust me. This is their other ugly offspring.

Now this is their ugly offspring caught on tape picking her nose...and eating it.

So, I'm one of the clumsiest people ever, but breaking this mirror, I'm pretty sure, has more to do with bad karma rather than being a total clutz. I have a feeling the jig is up.

My first stroke of bad luck...

It actually took so to long to get into this roll that I more or less just drip dried.

Canada vs. America

OK, I know you all probably think I am cheesing out by posting videos instead of posting something personal, and you are absolutley right. I'm sorry. I'm too busy right now to even think straight. I miss you all....not enough to stop by your blogs, mind you, but I miss you none the less.

Hope you all had a good holiday. And remember, it's ok to miss me. And it's definately ok to let me know how much. ;)

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars (US Version)

This song makes me think of a big grassy field in the middle of nowhere on a really mild evening completely lost as someones world comes crashing down around them.

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars Lyrics

We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace To remind me To find my own If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?