Entry for June 01, 2006

I just looked at the last time I wrote anything on my own page. It was this past weekend. Its my turn now, I havent finished rading all the blogs and comments, but they arent going any where. I was think of writing about what a really good weekend I had, I got so much more done than i thought I would. I wa so proud of myself for that, but ok, that is over.

I thought about writing about that I had to work ot yesterday. I didnt get to sleep until  after 2 and woke up 25 minutes before I was supposed to be at work again. I was dressed and out the door in micro minutes. I got to work just in time. I was reqally tired yesterday. But thst is so over done also.

So many times I have wanted to write about the most irritating Ice cream man in the nation. He lives in my neighborhood. Maybe his relatives or friends hang out around your house. Actually there are two of them. The one really irritating guy, circles our block. You can hear that horrible high pitched music blasting from his little truck, no matter where he is. I swear, he sits in one place and just waits for some kid to come and buy his overpriced stale ice cream cones. He starts around 10 in the morning. Drives about 5 mph up and down our block, stops for a while, then circles again. he circles in a couple differe tn directions, but you can hear that horrible noise, no matter where he is.

The other one, doesnt come around as often, THANK GOD!!! He has the creepyest music, then this scary laughing cackle then the scary music again. It sounds like a haunted house kind of music. I would never let my kid buy overpriced icecream from him. That guy just creeps me out. I figure, with Ice cream men like this, who need terrorests. Just have your local ice cream an circle your naighborhood till every one is crazy and ......... well, you know waht will happen.

  Any way, since everything I was gonna talk about is already said, now i also dont have anything to talk about.  So see ya ll next time. Have a good day.

The Pic is the wine barrel fountain in our back yard. I just love the sound of the water splashing. As the grape vine grows behind it grows, it starts to dip its leaves into the barrels, I call it from vine to wine.