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Slim Pickin's

Now I realize, if I am to try to update this blog daily, there will be entries like this. Nothing but fluff and "today I went to the mall" boredom. I needn't kid myself about this blogs purpose, there aren't 100 people checking back to see if I have updated. This is for me. So I'll bore myself thank you very much.

Heading out to the H-Iway

Emailed @'s teacher today to find out if he has a chance to pass history class. I can't tell you how glad I will be to get him out of this horrible school. Hopefully in better surroundings he can develop the study skills that he desperately needs. Ten days and its over. On to bigger and better things.


Out Damn Spot!

Installed Mailwasher today. Eighty percent of my email box is now spam. This program works as a "front-end" and checks the mail on your email server before you download it with your client. It checks for blacklisted senders agains 2 popular spam lists and can even send a "bounce" email back to the original sender (provided they did'nt use a remailer). Basically adds a second step to checking your mail, but keeps the pleas for a longer penis outta your deleted items folder. Looks like a keeper. Check it out.

Monday Evening

Summertime means yard mowing. Had to prod @ into mowing the yard today. If we can keep it up weekly, it doesn't look all shitty and in need of a raking, a dreaded extra step in the same family as a root canal. I still weed-eat and edge, partly because I like to put the finishing touches on the yard (a well edged yard can make your neighbors look like the Beverly Hillbillies if done properly) and partly because I don't want @ grinding the edger blade to a dull nub on the sidewalk. As we were finishing up, we find that our neighbors renting the house next door pulled a Baltimore Colts and left town in the middle of the night. The owners were going through the house (after the locksmith came and re-keyed the doors). I went over and asked him if they left everything in good shape, to which he replied, "yes, except for the hole in the ceiling in the garage." I kinna thought the red paint on the walls was tacky but hey, you KNOW I don't have any taste. He's had enough and finally putting the house on the market. So once again we'll get new neighbors. Fun Fun Fun.

Through the beauty of the TiVo, I caught up a little on Sunday nights TV that was missed because of the Survivor extravaganza. Two of the best shows on TV, The Simpson and The Sopranos. Good stuff.

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