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Your Blogging Type is Kind and Harmonious

You're an approachable blogger who tends to have many online friends. People new to your blogging circle know they can count on you for support. You tend to mediate fighting and drama. You set a cooperative tone. You have a great eye for design - and your blog tends to be the best looking on the block!

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Yeah ... Riiiiiiiight! Um, apparently they don't have a category for psychotic and self-delusional so I get kind and harmonious. Again, I say "PFFFFFFFT!"

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So the clan piled in the station wagon and went to the Sulphur High School Band Festival today. (God we sound like the fucking Griswolds) My younger son, Ryan, plays in the band. He plays flute ... shaddup. He also plays sax in the jazz band, piccolo, guitar and piano so bite me. He does have quite a few stories that start out "So, there was this one time at band camp ..." but that's another post. And again? Shaddup!

This is him marching. (He's the one in blue!) I was really proud they did well. There were about a dozen marching bands competing. The DeRidder band scored all 1's (that's the highest score you can get in a competition) and came in 3rd place overall. Their percussion section won best in class. Oh and I had two HUGE orders of nachos with chili, cheese and jalapenos. Yum.fucking.yum! It was a pretty good day up to that point ... and then flute boy shows up and proceeds to piss in my Wheaties. Allow me to explain ...
He ordered a Playstation 2 game from Game Stop, a video game retailer in another city more than an hour away, without asking us or even giving a single thought as to how he was going to pick it up. He just assumed we, as his parents, would be doing cartwheels and having multiple orgasms over the opportunity to drop everything and drive a fucking hour to go get this stupid fucking game for him.
So what does he do? Comes into the stands to see us. Not so bad huh? He's a good kid right? Yeah ... so you say. The first thing out of his fucking mouth? Not "Hi," not "Glad you could make it, good to see ya," not "How'd we do," but ... wait for it ... ready? ... here you go ... "Did you get the game?" I mean W.T.F? It felt like a white-hot poker was slowly entering my brain through my nasal cavity. The pain was physically excruciating but it taught me a valuable lesson.
I was so pissed I seriously had to just get up and walk the fuck away. I have never wanted to throw anybody head first down a set of bleachers so badly in my life. If I'd have hesitated for one second, I would have lost it and I'd probably still be sitting in jail right now.
It's too bad infanticide is against the law. Fucking demon spawn! Oh and the lesson I learned? I absolutely have what it takes to pull the switch at an execution without remorse. How do I know this? Because I went through about a dozen execution scenarios in my brain with my loving son as the star and didn't feel the first twinge of guilt. Yeah, I'm a great dad.
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Here are a couple more pictures I took while on the road. There are more on Flickr if you give a shit.

Sunlight through the back stairs

Sunset over English Bayou

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Just a couple of more things. I made a banana split cheesecake tonight. Bananas in the bottom and a layer of crushed pineapple and maraschino cherries in the middle. It's chilling in the fridge as we speak. If I like the way this one tastes, I plan on putting toasted coconut flakes on top of the next one I make. I'll have a full report on how good it is tomorrow.

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Well, have a great rest of your weekend ya'll. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers take on the New Orleans Saints Sunday so it's gonna be another fucking red-letter day around the Gunn household. (I am a Buccaneer fanatic while she backs that lovable bunch of losers, the 'aints, er, Saints. What's the word for knocking off your spouse anyway? Spousicide? Matricide? (Hey, in for a penny, in for a pound grandma always said and she shared her chewing tobacco with me so I listen to her!) I better go hide the knives while she's asleep and I'm still thinking about it.

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On a totally unrelated note, does anybody know a poison that works quickly (although extremely painfully) and leaves no trace evidence or residue behind? I got a couple of big rats I think I need to get rid of. I plan on making pancakes for breakfast tomorrow ... so put on those CSI thinking caps and hurry with those tips ... please?