I'll make this quick

I have to go unfold a big mural we had printed somewhere in Tx to be shipped here so we can look at it and then ship it to some place in who-the-eff knows Indiana.

ok I need to take a second here to discuss swearing in my blog. At first, I really didn't want to. I wanted to be able to point people here that wouldn't necessarily like that kind of mouthiness etc. This is censorship of myself, which is dumb. I'm me, right? so if this is an extension of me in some way, then it should include all the bad words, crappy punctuation and nonsense. After all, this is a free-hosted blog and decidedly not amazing in layout or presence and whatever. The point is, I'd like to say fuck, thank you very much. Or shit or cockknockerry or whatever I damnwell please and to be honest, it's still me. I was still raised the same way, I still have the same values presently and I still love mom and getting used to apple pie. Columbus day is still a shitty holiday and is still a perfect example of some asshole with a big pen writing all the wrong history. What about the advent of gold in Africa never having been used as a monetary unit untill stupids showed up? Where was that in my supremely white-bread Baptist-driven education. How is that education serving me now? It's not. I remember never being challenged in high school until we got into trig and calc which I sucked at in college because I had no study skills because the curriculum at my school was so ridiculously soft. Obviously, the 32? i scored on the ACT is a farce because I LOVE run-on sentences. It's about knowing the rules and breaking them anyways. Maybe I said all that to say this:

I'm sorry, mom, dad, gammas and grampas, special fragile-sensibilitied Focus on the Family-fixated loved ones, I do swear. I do say words that you hate. I'm not trying to be rude to you, I love you. It's just that, well, this is how I like me. Filthy ked, real ked. If you don't want your kids to see this or you get offended, I understand. But plan on your kids never leaving the house ever because, it's out there. If I said merde it would be grande and beautiful, but it would still mean shit. It's out there and you can teach the kids what you want about it. I do not respect the idea that you must hide your children from these influences. It's a losing battle, a moot point in my opinion.

When my 12 year old brother told me about a classmate getting a blow job in an abadoned desert shack while two other kids scrogged in a different part of said shack, I knew the idea of sheltering was lost. I don't think my brothers participated in any of that because they were raised by my mother to be sensible. They still use swear words and are influenced every day by their friends that do as well. People that go to church all the time still say fuck and piss and shit and it's human and ok. Let the kids see what it is to swear and make the choices on what you have taught them about life. If you shelter too much, you make a kid that's incapable of surviving in normal society.

I know when it's appropriate and as far as blogging goes, it's well-appropriate. To tarafina, the censorship is done, I'm sorry. Come back and we'll play like grown up kids again. I'll make the nice stuff somewhere else.

Hell of a time-out.

Well I think that this is enough for now. I'm going to go unroll. There's a picture of something...