campfire anthems____________________________burning away

and i’m not talking about a beatles song.  i worked in the yard on saturday and got a little sunburn.  it really wasn’t that bad.  sunday came around and it seemed a little redder and hotter to the touch.  i woke up today and i am blistered and in quite a bit of pain.  i thought i was going to cry when i had to put a shirt on to come to work.  do any of you have good remedies for a sunburn and blistered skin?  i’m about over the aloe gel.

i didn’t really know that this is possible. i knew that people could have bad breath, but through their nose? really? let me explain. i walked into an in and out barber shop last night after work to get my hair cut. this establishment will remain nameless, as will the associate who clipped my hair. there was no wait. i walked in, gave them my name, and took a seat in the black faux leather chair. number six on the sides. faux hawk on top. easy enough. this little old lady was cutting my hair. everything was going well until she began to breath in my general direction. not through her mouth.

i almost threw up in the chair. her nose breath reeked of the last cigarette break she took, which apparently she also had a make out session with my dog. i didn’t know what to do. i thought about holding my breath, but that may have been obvious, not to mention my lung capacity couldn’t hold up with 15 minutes without oxygen. i entertained the idea of breathing through my mouth. at this thought, however, i realized that with such a raucous odor in my presence that i would rather smell it rather than taste it. i sat there, enveloped with stale cigarettes that have festered in this woman’s depth. when it was all over, i must say that she cut a mean head of hair. i must also say that i will be avoiding this cosmetology breath demon the next time i get shaggy.

recently, and i don’t know where it came from, i have been a huge fan of the ufc. you know, the thing where a couple of shirtless guys get in an octagonal caged ring and beat the doo doo out of each other. there is a show on spike tv called the ultimate fighter. its basically like a combination of mtv’s real world and vh1’s america’s next top model. they put 16 guys in a house to live together, train together, and ultimately fight together. two teams of eight. living in one house. filled with testosterone. *i can’t stress enough my the joy i get from watching this show* anyways, i was watching last week’s episode when america, even the world, may have seen the greatest, most gruesome knock out punch this sport has even faced. in case you missed the action i have decided to post a short video clip of the jaw cracking punch. i use that adjective because, in fact, the dude broke his jaw. that has got to hurt, physically and maybe even the ego too. do you think he’ll get back in the ring again? i don’t think this example of being able to overcome is on the same plane as getting back on the horse. enjoy.