We’ve made plans to go to Disney World in September. Everything is all set up: the four of us plus my mom will be staying in the Port Orleans resort in DW. We’ve only vaguely mentioned it to the Calfgrits, because five months is a long time to wait for something as exciting as this.

Just now, as I’m writing this post:

Cowgrit asked, “You’re mentioning our vacation already?”

“Yeah,” I said. “What’s wrong with saying we’re going to Disney World for vacation?”

“Your fans will have to wait five months,” she said, “to read about the adventure.”

Anyway, we’re excited. Cowgrit and I went to DW for our honeymoon, almost 13 years ago. We stayed four days and three nights, and we had an absolutely wonderful time. This coming vacation will be six days and seven nights, and we expect to have a wonderful time again. Only this time, we’ll have two young boys (and their grandmother) to share the experience with us. It’ll be different, we know, but we’re planning for the difference.

I think we’ll all love it.

Bullgrit
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A friend sent me this link to a site about tattoos. I’m not a tattoo kind of guy (much to my mother’s relief), but I can appreciate skin art — especially when the art is comic book super heroes.

This tattoo, though . . . part of me says, “way cool,” but another part of me says, “yuck, disgusting.” I like the Spider-Man aspect of it, and the ripped flesh looks realistic. But unless you’re going for an intimidation factor with the tattoo (like if you’re a Hell’s Angel, or something — and I don’t think they’d let a Spider-Man geek into the club), I wouldn’t think a guy would want to get a tattoo that could turn off a woman seeing his bare skin. I mean, most guys would like for a woman to want to see his bare skin (so he could claim a fair turn to see her bare skin, yes?). But flesh peeling off your chest doesn’t exactly whisper, “Come lay your boobs on my body.”

But then maybe the guy with this tattoo is looking for a specific kind of woman: one who likes ripped flesh and Spider-Man — a rare combination, I would think. Personally, I’d be wary of exposing my skin (especially any particularly tender parts) to a woman who liked ripped flesh.

Now, the liking Spider-Man woman, I could love. Cowgrit likes Spidey — she used to read my SM comics when we were dating and I was collecting them. Spider-Man 1, 2, and 3 are the only super hero movies she’s gone to see with me. If I were getting a tattoo, I could see getting a Spidey small logo or mask on my arm. (No, Mom, I’m not thinking about getting one.)

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com

I saw this statement on an Internet message board:

I normally don’t read blogs. I am not interested in what a person thinks of toast.

I don’t normally read blogs, either. It’s not that I’m not interested in what other people have to say on random subjects, it’s more that I just don’t have time. I barely have time to write my own daily blog. But I’ve looked around at some blogs.

Most blogs I’ve found that seem like they might be interesting enough to check more than once, are updated only rarely, if at all. I’ve found lots of blogs that have less than 20 entries. I’ve found blogs that have over 100 entries, but then never got updated after two, three, six years ago.

I’ve posted to this blog every day for almost a year now. I’ve only missed maybe 10 days — due to technical restrictions, not because I didn’t want to post or didn’t feel like posting or didn’t have anything interesting to write. And there have been several days that I’ve posted more than entry. As of today, I’ve made right around 400 posts to this site in 10 months.

Granted, most of the posts are either on mundane and lame topics, or are on topics many people aren’t interested in. I don’t post on politics — which I know is pretty much the whole purpose of blogs today — and I’m not especially trying to entertain anyone (other than me). This is mostly just an regular exercise for me to keep my writing brain cells in toned shape.

As for toast: I don’t have toast very often. When I do have toast, I like butter and strawberry jelly/jam on it. There’s one toast treat that I haven’t had in many years, something my step-dad taught me: toast with cheese and mayonnaise. You put a slice of bread on the cooking sheet, lay a slice of cheese (cheddar or American) on it, and heat it. Pull it out of the oven, slap on some mayonnaise, and eat it. Mmm. I need to do this again sometime soon.

Pathetic joke for the topic:
Q: What’s bread?
A: Raw toast.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com

We have a flower garden in our front yard where we’ve tried many and varied flowers over the years. This little garden is bipolar. Some plants do well, and flourish, some plants do poorly and either stay very small or die completely. We haven’t been able to figure out exactly what’s going on, and it’s driven me to the point that I really don’t care anymore.

This first azalea has grown well and is blooming beautifully. But the second azalea, just three feet away, has done very poorly — the little stunted plant doesn’t even bloom. They’re in the same garden, within roots length of each other, getting the same water, the same sun, the same everything. But the difference in them is astonishing, and frustrating.

I’m not a gardener kind of guy. I’m happy with a flat, green yard. But Cowgrit likes flowers around, so we both try to keep the pretties healthy. But for some reason, our plants (from flowers to trees) either do really well — grow big and glorious — or they do very bad — stunted and few leaves.

I can’t even figure out if it’s because of something we’re doing. I mean, if we do the same thing to all the plants, but half of them die and half of them bloom, what can we learn about growing flowers? One hand has a green thumb and the other hand has a brown thumb? I’d restrict myself to tending them just with the green thumb if I could tell which hand it was on.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com