ironbhr

to sleep or not to sleep that ain't no question....

so fishing with dad was a bust. hooked up on my second cast...and that was the only hint of a fish i had all day. dad at least was able to land a couple nice trout. the guide sucked. changed our flies maybe once or twice, not really trying to find out what was working. i thought the guy was an idiot. figures being his name was moe. of course it was a beautiful clear, sunny slightly windy day. standing in the middle of a river fly fishing doesn't really give you much of a chance to get out of the sun. needless to say when i got home i was glowing with sunburn on the tops of my forearms... they still fucking hurt. thank god i'm portugese and sunburn turns to tan within hours. heh heh sucksd for al you anglos out there. all this olive oil running through my veins keeps me looking good, no peeling for me...

so samanthakayne send me some damn good cookies. on and a picture of her. finally i can see me girl and dream of wrapping my arms around her. too long have i gone without. too long have i only dreamed of it. now only two weeks five days...some 480 or so hours away i will be able to. to wrap my arms around her lift her from the ground and plant a kiss that will hold all the tension and long hat have built up or these past weeks. damn girl you're gonna rue the day you made that bet over a simple hockey game. sure the pionners won but...now you have to deal with me. (and all the things that i'm gonna do to you)

so yesterday still exhausted and sunburn i went off to the jewelry store to work. did my six or so hours. finished up some two dozen jobs. left and went to my aunt's place for the first commuion party for my little cousins. ate some food talked to some of the family. watched my flyer lose in game 1 to tampa bay left and came home. decieded to take a nap. so five hours later i woke up. yup five hours. damn i didn't realize i was that fuckin' beat. but damn if it didn't feel good. just wish my landlord and his family down stairs would have kept from shouting at each other.

i was able to talk to my angel last night. the sound of her voice lifting the veils of sleep's heavy hand. ah the blessings of the gods upon me that this creature of beauty, free of spirit and full of love is within my life.

but i digress, okay time for some silliness:

1. favorite kind of cookie
2. what is your totem animal and why.
3. best music to work-out or clean to. could be an album or a genre.



1. oatmeal raisin...nice and soft. recipe off the top of the quaker oats box, minus one minute of cook time
2. black bear. too many simularities.
3. workout-rollins band "hard" cleaning-strangly enough...polka or ska