i'm addicted to t.v.

i can't stop watching the weather channel and fox news. all of this hurricane business is addictive. i'm not talking about carnage, or the propoganda of it all, i'm talking about the actual storm formation. it is the information age, and i love it.

on another note, besides tv, i've been enjoying the harvest in my garden. i did make a nice veggie soup that gave me a violent bout of the shits yesterday though. it was shooting out, i call it "spraypainting the toilet". i have no idea what it was, but i'm thinking it wasn't the soup at all, but maybe the crystal light that i drank a ton of. who knows. i feel thinner today.

my third child is off to preschool, and as i saw mother's crying as i droppped her off, i was kind of suprised. while i don't know what i do without my children, i did not feel compelled to cry. i looked at another screaming child, and looked at my daughter. "honey, is it okay if i go?" her reply, "bye mom, see you later." hm. she's not too broken up about it either. maybe secure? i try.

i'm loving this long summer in pa this year. it's still nice out but cooling off.

to boot, my dog has stopped pissing in my laundry room. ahhh. everyone is growing up.

i cleaned my basement yesterday. i kept smelling catshit, and i couldn't find out where the hell it was coming from. it took me a while to track it, but i found it. after i cleaned it up, my son, who just got out of the bathtub, proceeded to take a shit in nearly the same place. i can't win. (he is just a baby, by the way. not some angry teen pooping on the floor.)

i've had writer's block for a bit, and since i have a meeting with shepard smith in the evenings, and later, bill o'reilly, my schedule has been packed. (uh, that's kind of a joke.)