Note to Self : Weed whacking in shorts can be painful.

My back yard is hidden behind my garage and undeveloped so it has pretty much become a parking area and weed garden. And a pretty good weed garden at that - especially this year when it was wet earlier in the spring, and now it's dry as hell. Nice dry weeds. And being a couple of blocks from Sugarhouse Park and less than a week away from the 4th of July, it's a fire just waiting to happen. So I pull out the weed whacker and start to harvest the crop. Things are going well until I hit a rock, the tip of the "string" breaks off and heads straight for my calf. Now I know how those poor weeds feel, course they don't bleed. So I head into the house, put on my paratrooper pants, supress my sympathy for the weeds and whack the rest of them. I tried to do the humane thing and kill them all off at the beginning of spring, before they even had a chance to grow - but there's a reason for the phrase "growin' like a weed".

Sympathies for lower species.

Getting dressed this last week has made me really appreciate the disadvantage that species without an opposable thumb live under. Try buttoning your pants without using only one of your thumbs. Now try without either one. Fun stuff. But the good news is that Frankenfinger is healing just fine. I can use it to button my pants and it doesn't even hurt anymore.

Frankenfinger and the Salisbury Steak.

Remember salisbury steak, still the frozen dinner favorite? Basically a hamburger cooked in a gooey gravy with chunks of onion, a way of dressing up cheap burger at the end of the month. I remember as a kid thinking of it as "old folks food", it's kind of bland, I didn't much care for it, but the adults seemed to like it. Well, as I'm eating my microwaved salisbury steak, I'm thinking "this ain't half bad, it'd probably be pretty good if was made fresh." Sheesh! All that's left is the ear hair and bi-focals. Uh, ok, just the ear hair.....
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Tuesday the bandage on my finger got wet at school so I changed it. Had to show off the finger before wrapping it up. Two days later as I'm walking down the hall one of the teachers asks me "So, how's Frankenfinger doing?" Took me a second or two to make the connection, but so funny it made the whole experience worthwhile. Almost.

Just when you'd decided the human race sucks......

First of all - Happy Cinco De Mayo...

Danny calls me the other day and asks if I'd be willing to help him demolish his mother-in-law's bathroom if she paid us. The first thing out of my mouth was "pay us? what for?" We settled on lunch and the fun of demolishing a bathroom. So today Danny, Alex and I ripped out the whole bathroom and cleaned up (that's why she had to make us dinner, if we hadn't had to clean up we woulda had to pay her.)

So Danny, Josh and I head out to the dump and while we're cleaning the trash out of the trailer, one of the pieces of the toilet (somehow it got broken going into the trailer, can't imagine how that happened), with a nice jagged end decides to slice the hell out of my thumb. Nice and deep, blood all over the place. I'm jumping around holding my thumb, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding and the lady next to us runs over to her Suburban, gets out her first aid kit and calls me over. Cleans it, and wraps it all up. It stops bleeding, as long as I'm holding it tightly, so Danny and I decide he should finish cleaning out the trailer and then we'd head out to the Insta-Care right by my house and get it stitched up. So, I'm there holding my thumb above my head and Danny is busting butt to get the trailer cleaned out when the husband from next to us comes over and helps Danny finish with the trailer. The wife then comes over and checks the thumb again and even helps me get myself buckled into my seat while danny packs up the tarp and gets us ready to go. Just when I was developing a serious distaste for the entire human race.........

Josh was cute at the Insta-Care. You could tell that he was really interested in what was going on, and at the same time, kinda scared of the whole thing. He'd ask his dad to bring him over and let him sdee, look for 5 seconds and then want to go sit back down, did that 5 or 6 times. Wanna see, dont' wanna see. So, dozen and a half stiches later and we're out of there. Thumb's still numb, just waiting until it's all thawed out and I can feel the pain......