riding

Oi, what a first half of a day. So my buddy Juan had the idea that we all go out for a bike ride, but due to schedules and rain, we decided to cancel. But Tree and I figured we might have time to do a quick ride early in the day, so we decided to go it on our own.

Thus began Murphy’s Memorial Day.

You know, I started this post, and then we put Noah down for a nap, and we napped too. Now we’re all up, and I have that good tired feeling all over where I just wanna watch TV and eat ice cream. So I’ll just give you a short list of the crap that happened this morning, rather than the usual long rant fest:
1) blown bike inner tube
2) lost bolt for hold Noah’s bike seat onto my bike
3) bought new bike tube and blew out the sidewall of the tire while replacing it
4) bought new tire
5) rain

Yep. Making a short list really takes the wind out of 2 hours of an unending trail of issues keeping you from having a nice bike ride with the family. But as you can see, Noah had a fine time.

And it’s tough to complain when, at the end of the day, you can get a photo like this of you and your spouses leg:
bikelegs

welcome back

So late last night Teresa, Noah, and I got back into town from our week long vacation. I have a nice long recap that I’m working on, with a bunch of photos, but it won’t be posted until later. For now, I will complain.

Yesterday was a bad day. We didn’t plan anything for the day, so we ended up driving around the Tennessee mountains with nothing to do until 5:30pm, when we would drop the Gray’s off at the airport. Once we started top head home, our GPS unit gave us a route we weren’t happy with, and trying to figure out how to get to the highway proved daunting. We had driven on enough small local roads for the week, and we just wanted to get on a highway and drive 70mph, even if it meant taking longer.

A couple hours in Teresa realized she didn’t know where her phone was. I called it, and rather than hearing the familiar tone in the car, I hear “Hello?” in a much more manly voice than I’m used to hearing when calling my wife. So Teresa left her cell phone in at the Applebee’s in Alcoa, TN.

We finally make it into Georgia, and just about the time we get inside the border, our home state greets us with rain. We had managed to have beautiful weather though the whole vacation, so I guess this is only fitting.

We finally get in right after 10pm, and as soon as we walk in, I smell something weird. I figure its a side effect of setting your A/C at 85 for a week. But as I head down the hall to the thermostat, the smell decreases drastically. Why does my front door smell funny? The “maybe something died behind the screen door” theory didn’t pan out. We’re both too tired to spend too much time investigating, so we get ready for bed.

So Teresa goes out to get her nightly glass of water, and returns with the question, “Did you turn off the water from the Fridge?”

I walk into the kitchen, open the fridge door, and it is immediately apparent that no amount of animals stuck in a screen door could sin against my nose in the same way as a fridge full of food that sat at 85 degree for a week could. It would appear that when we unplugged the microwave from the wall, it tripped the circuit breaker, and shut off our fridge.

We do our best to try and go to sleep, ignoring the disgusting task that lay before us bright and early in the morning. It doesn’t work well, and both of us wake up from dreams of rotting food only to smell the fridge all the way from our room.

So you can understand why I’m having a hard time figuring out why I left the beautiful mountain-top abode to come back here.

america

The Land of the Free.

babies are jerks

I think they get away with too much. Think about it: If you were typing at your computer, and someone walked up and started smashing his hand on your keyboard, how would you react? You’d be all, “What the heck?!” But for some reason babies get this free pass to do whatever they want. That doesn’t seem right to me.

And then, after that jerk messes up what you’re typing, he craps his pants, and screams at you until you clean him up.

And he won’t stop hitting your keyboard (the musical kind) with a drumstick. He’s going to break it. And when he does, will this deadbeat live-in who doesn’t pay rent get a job to pay to fix it? No. See? Jerks.

remember me?

it’s been almost twenty days since my last post here, which is funny considering if you look down a few posts i make this new resolution to work really hard to find content for the site..but the fact of the matter is i got an education to finish off and a career to start, and i don’t think this site is really gonna help either of those. now i’m not giving this site up of course, cause that would make sense.
i think the prime problem with this site is that i refuse to decide what i want it to be about. when i first started tonybullard.com, it was solely because i was given the domain for free. i put up what basically became a how-to of self deprecation. (see how smug i seem when i teach you new words?) it was quite a while later when i decided i would focus the site on my poetry, which is why, as you can see, it is the first link under “home.” that’s my little way of saying “click here.” but seeing that i haven’t written anything new in several months, it’s just sort of become a site of infrequent news post of a highly sarcastic nature and a horrible misuse of quit, quiet, and quite.
i have many interests. i have thought of putting up a site about home recordings, posting tips and such about what i’ve learned in my own experiences, and things i’ve learned at the fancy recording school i now attend. i’ve thought about, at the risk of looking even geekier, mentioning my gaming habits more. I’ve even thought of adding a portion of the site on airsoft. but the ever looming fact is that there are better sites out there for that. so all you get is a few posts a month about random tidbits of news and trivial conversation peices.
case in point:
a short video of the sigfried and roy tiger attack has emerged and has quickly spread over the internet. You can find it here. careful…it’s not for young viewers.
a movie i’ve mentioned before “the passion” has changed it’s name to “the passion of Christ” and has now found an american distributor in newmarket films who also did memento, and donnie darko. they are aiming for an ash wednesday release (that’s february 25th for those of you who aren’t marrying a catholic)

kernels of deception

popcorn has got to be the most disappointing food there is. i like popcorn and all, but it’s really just one big culinary letdown. whenever anyone makes popcorn, anyone within a 100 foot radius knows it. popcorn is a very fragrant food. herein lies the problem. popcorn smells wonderful. the buttery aroma fills the air and creates little daydreams of fluffy golden kernels dancing on your taste buds. and there’s no avoiding it. it fills my apartment like clouds of warm buttery goodness. so what comes of this? you desire the popcorn, and you steal a handful from your roommate. and then the letdown. the popcorn tastes good, but it doesn’t taste like it smells. it’s buttery, a little sweet (kettel corn anyways) but it just doesn’t have that same wondrous buttery softness that the smell has. so you try and eat more, thinking you can condense the flavor, and possibly attain for your tongue the same plane of wonder that your nose is enjoying. your nose almost resents your tongue as if it’s not working hard enough to enjoy all this. and then you get done to left over seeds and greasy bowl bottom…the dream is never fulfilled. so you put the bowl in the dishwasher and attempt to forget this tragedy of clashing senses, but, as if to mock you, the wondrous smell of popcorn still lingers throughout your apartment. you hate the popcorn in your heart, but your nose tells you that next time will be better…it’s got to…it’s the tongue’s fault. so, in a sort of temporary insanity, you cook your own bowl popcorn, and it all starts over again. and this my friends, is how you go through a whole box of popcorn in a day.

stupid ADD

i had something witty and funny to say here, and then i was gonna mention the review of five iron fenzy’s “the end is near” and you were all going to laugh and think about how important tb.com is to your lives, and then you were gonna send me lots of money. but then i forgot what i was gonna say. stupid ADD.

too much heath

i sure could stand not to see another commercial for the order. it’s that annoying new heath ledger movie where he’s the worlds sexiest priest/evil stopper. funny thing is, when i saw the first trailer, it was uber-anti-catholic. i think the tagline was something like “behind the face of good, lies the soul of evil.” but now it doesn’t even mention the catholic church…thought that was funny.

on another note, i wonder what the animal rights people are gonna say about this. david blaine proves magic is nothing more than sitting around. first the ice thing and now this.

spring broke

sorry for the lack of updates. i’m on my spring break, and i’ve been out of town. the thing i hate about breaks from school, is that looming fear that i’ve forgotten something important, not thinking about school for a whole week. i try and think everything over, and it’s scary to realize i can’t remember what my last class was about. and to think i didn’t even go out and get drunk and party like mtv wants me too. but the saddest part of my spring is my complete lack of money. i mean, when you’re roommate has to treat you too a movie so he won’t be bored out of his mind, that’s just sad. i’m not too proud to have someone else pay for me, but when either someone else pays for you, or you don’t go…well, that’s a little pressing on my pride. but hey, i can say that “anger managment” is a good movie.

expensive crap

today i was at petsmart, buying cat littler for my, you guessed it, cats. i was scoping out the different prices, and noticed some 10lb bags of cat litter sell for almost 20 bucks. how can people justify paying that much money for something that their cats are just going to poo all over? but it doesn’t matter to me, i just got a months worth of cat litter for 10 bucks…my cats poo on the cheap stuff. oh yeah, i also added a poem. enjoy.