Sundaze With the Ks
There is really no news worthy of my critique, criticism or mocking obscenity today. It's getting close to X day and all the big mouthed spin dudes are keeping things quiet in hopes that they will be off for as many days as possible during X period.
Like any of you care, here is K-Dough's typical Sunday reality- recounted and itemized:
1. Woke up, read headlines, kissed runny-nosed toddler.
2. Chatted with child, girlfriend-for-life and best friend over earthy espresso and uitsmijter.
3. Drove with best friend to purchase food stuffs: Sustainance assured for coming week.
4. Put sickly child to sweet nappies in womb-like comfy crib with multiple blankies and essential oil wafting from humidifier. Baby spa. Mmmm.
5. Girlfriend-for-life visited fancy South American gay hairdresser to talk about sordid life details of a drag queen and spend exorbidant amounts of cash on great flipped back late 70s Farrah-do. Nice.
6. Wrote a cool roots rock kinda song.
7. Had a glass of Belgium's finest.
8. Traditional Sunday head shaving, followed by steaming hot, extended shower and wanton abuse of girly Aveda bath products to a soundtrack of Galaxie Ambient.
9. Assembled naked, dusty Hypocrismas Tree.
10. Enjoyed more Euro-potent beerful goodness as li'l Kay-Dough decorated tree, broke priceless sentimental heirloom and excitedly freaked out in front of glittery, bulb-straffed needly icon, while repeatedly reciting partial red-nose reindeer lyrics. Sweet.
11. Fired up the stainless steel behemoth BBQ and grilled up some turkey burgers. Covered with hastily whipped-up Morrocan charmoula and old, tangy white cheddar. Mmm.
12. Drank more.
13. Convalesced in festive familial narcossis in front of Finding Nemo with best friend, girlfriend-for-life and child, nestled in warm, cradling sofa arms.
With all the complex thinking, success-seeking, pontificating and immortality chasing, there really is nothing better than that kind of Sunday.
Like any of you care, here is K-Dough's typical Sunday reality- recounted and itemized:
1. Woke up, read headlines, kissed runny-nosed toddler.
2. Chatted with child, girlfriend-for-life and best friend over earthy espresso and uitsmijter.
3. Drove with best friend to purchase food stuffs: Sustainance assured for coming week.
4. Put sickly child to sweet nappies in womb-like comfy crib with multiple blankies and essential oil wafting from humidifier. Baby spa. Mmmm.
5. Girlfriend-for-life visited fancy South American gay hairdresser to talk about sordid life details of a drag queen and spend exorbidant amounts of cash on great flipped back late 70s Farrah-do. Nice.
6. Wrote a cool roots rock kinda song.
7. Had a glass of Belgium's finest.
8. Traditional Sunday head shaving, followed by steaming hot, extended shower and wanton abuse of girly Aveda bath products to a soundtrack of Galaxie Ambient.
9. Assembled naked, dusty Hypocrismas Tree.
10. Enjoyed more Euro-potent beerful goodness as li'l Kay-Dough decorated tree, broke priceless sentimental heirloom and excitedly freaked out in front of glittery, bulb-straffed needly icon, while repeatedly reciting partial red-nose reindeer lyrics. Sweet.
11. Fired up the stainless steel behemoth BBQ and grilled up some turkey burgers. Covered with hastily whipped-up Morrocan charmoula and old, tangy white cheddar. Mmm.
12. Drank more.
13. Convalesced in festive familial narcossis in front of Finding Nemo with best friend, girlfriend-for-life and child, nestled in warm, cradling sofa arms.
With all the complex thinking, success-seeking, pontificating and immortality chasing, there really is nothing better than that kind of Sunday.
Labels: Culture, Urban Anecdotes
30 Comments:
Sounds like a great K-family day. Hope your girly is feeling better soon.
t'was awesome. helps to look at these things in hindsight because it allows you to appreciate them even more!
am I getting too feel good for this blog though? maybe I should swear a bit to balance things out?
Ok- fuck. oh and tits... just because.
Hypochristmas tree....LOL!!
We chopped a real one... a HUGE one..at our local tree farm (the same farm I had a horrible summer job at when I was a teen...pruning those fucking things..) and spent the whole weekend slowly putting it together....in between bouts of eating, drinking, and Daddy running to the garage for some nasty puffs he got from some guy at the studio this week. (I made two joints last for three days! Fun while it lasted..)
Anyway, in a stoned/Christmas treeish/happy to be with my kids daze, I lead said children to the local park for their favourite "spinnything!" One of those vomit-inducing spinning structures complete with rope climbers.
After attracting every kid in the park with some of the fastest spinning they've ever experienced, I decided to play "Captain Kirk in a fist fight on a deadly spinning cliff" with my eight-year-old.
This involves:
1) Spinning said son and all other hangers on at the maximum possible speed
2)Jump on to climbing rope at maximum spinning speed to engage in a mock kicking and punching fight to the death with said son
3)Take a deadly eight-year-old kick to the body, resulting in flying off the spinnything and tumbling to my death with several dramatic ground rolls.
4) Repeat (by request) 10,000 times.
RESULT= Oh yeah, I'm forty-fucking-six. As Scotty once said: "I canna move" today. I'm an idiot.
A bruised and scratched idiot with no weed.
Ha! Hilarious- shoulda saved a blunt ya punter. Next time get it on video dude!
I'm a little concerned by this though: "Spinning said son and all other hangers on at the maximum possible speed"- that has impending law suit written all over it, by parents of kids injured in the stoned 46 year olds' centrifugal death spin!
k and leather in the great white north...nice!
I'm fully aware of the law suit potential...but as you know, in "happy Rasta stoned world" we're all family.
Dat's da Christmas spirit, mon.
Doon cha know it, Pammie girlfriend!
Stop flirting you two- it's turning me on.
I'm just hoping leather's going to spark one up and take me for a spin..
LOL
Sure hon, any time! In fact, there's a local park with a pink pony you can ride as well. Can't wait!
He showed me his "pink pony" once...well, I think it was pink- it was dark and the park was spinnning...
I feel like I just crashed a party, don't mind me, long time reader sometimes poster
Jack- long time reader- seriously? and you are just coming out now?
K-dough is fine with crashers Jacobin..we all know you from Chuckers'. It's just too early for a full-on foursome.
(Anyone who's nice to Joanne is good with us....)
not to mention,all threads are open to the comment-curious and voyeuristic here.
we only discriminate against stupid people.
"Jack- long time reader- seriously?"
--for about a year now.
"we all know you from Chuckers'."
--yeah, I kinda feel bad for chucker, I hijack his site sometimes. but man there some real idiots out there ;)
"It's just too early for a full-on foursome."
--that's ok I'm happy being a voyeur
(Anyone who's nice to Joanne is good with us....)
--yeah, she's a sweetheart.
jacobin,
A voyeur? Very interesting...
k-dough,
Ever wonder how many people might be peeking in your windows quietly? Would be cool if they all came out.
Re:Joanne
Sounds like Joanne may have stopped blogging. I like to read her opinions and I hope she reconsiders after exams.
Pam- I wonder about that all the time- in fact, every second of every day. Not because I'm paranoid though. Why? Who exactly do you think it is that does that all the time? I try to track him but his IP changes daily. He's smarter than me but one day I will...
Oops, forgot my meds today.
Oh, dear. You are NOT paranoid, k-dough. Just take your meds and they will all go away.
K-Dough you have a beautiful mind
i almost -- ALMOST wanted to birth my own. pretty powerful stuff, k-dough. pretty powerful stuff.
here's to you, your beautiful gfd-4-life and the little princess m-cakes (and, of course, eternal b-friend companion). may the holidays be bright, cheerful and wreak of the barley n' oats stuff.
Jacobin: uncultured swine? you gotta be kidding. would a swine be savvy enough to know the href code for embedding a link? I think not.
R: sweet words from a sweet girl!
Who was naked, the tree, K-Dough, or both?
wouldn't you like to know...
is that pronounced Dee-koo or Dick-oooh?
It's definitely Dick-ooooh.
Dee-koo sounds like a Scottish cow.
Or a German one come to think of it.
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