Wow I have not posted in some time now....working for a living will do that......I know working is against the Meeker code, but we got to pay bills

Damn the demands of being a blogger. The constant content and the pressure to deliver that one perfect post is overwhelming (that's the only big word I know). All the Nanner regulars are probably long gone by know as the posting has been few and far between. To Hell with you part timers! Nobody puts the Nanner on a deadline! So here I sit on a Saturday afternoon dreading the workweek that is inching towards me like a slow lava flow. Is this all there is left? Is this my big accomplishment? Wait a minute.....strike that last line. I have never needed an accomplishment. All I want is to listen to some Bob Marley and ride a jet sky in Pensacola sound every afternoon.

Every time I decide to just empty the mind bank in one of these posts, I find myself wanting to wander off into other topics. I could be the only blogger who could start a post about the struggles of the West Indian egg trade and end on the off taste that results from wax lined cafeteria cups. So why the Hell are you still reading at this point? Who the Hell knows but I applaud your commitment to paragraph completion. I also wonder if you television is broken.

I made my way down to shell-ies today to pick up an ice cold Pepsi One. Shell-ies is a Shell station just down the road a piece from my house and is famous for the communal dog that lazily occupies the entrance. He just hangs out there most days and waits for the left over chili dogs or tater logs that Mrs. Sharon plates up for him around 4:00. God Damn I love that dog! So anyway, I stopped in and noticed all the regulars. The kids who drove the camo golf cart up for a day ending pizza. The trio of Mexicans who finished that lest yard for Gulf coast Landscape were loading up on cold Butt-weiser for a night of headaches and lava soap. The lady with the big boobies (I only call her that because she obviously has some long standing feud with a brazier) was headed out of town on vacation with her daughter and had stopped in for a few red bulls and funions. This is the first time I had seen her in "street" clothes and her daughter is one ugly pierced up wammer chic who was just waiting for the right opportunity to cut her arms up with a razor blade. The girl behind the counter is rather new but remembered me buying two Pepsi's for my taste test (regular versus the new traditional). I found it funny that the guy in front of me payed with a hundred dollar bill. Whats so funny about a hundo you ask? Nothing except that he was buying a pack of rollos and a canned Cola. The funny thing is that the new girl broke out her fancy counterfeit busting marker and proceeded to draw that line across the front off the bill. Whats so funny about that? nothing, except that she turned it over and did the same thing on the back. Have I been out of the loop here or what? I did not know that there was a rage of bastards circulating a hord of counterfeit backside hundreds. It must really be hard to take a good C-note and just dummy up the back.

So here I sit all happy with the nectar of the Gods (anything that says diet soda) and I find it hard to muster anything blog worthy. I just wish I had a cold oatmeal stout and a Cubs game to watch. I find myself drifting off on a regular basis to Auburn Alabama and that broken recliner by the window. The Brooks apartments on a Saturday afternoon was better than a visit to Dr. Phil. The twilight in Auburn is a true thing of beauty. I could sit with the window open and watch the sun slowly slip behind the farmland. I could drift off to sleep and know that by 5:00 I would be awakened by the sound of hungry ducks from the nearby lake or the occasional neighbor stopping by to see if I wanted a burger from Nifers. Those times will always be special. Now I sit here worried about what has to be done at work on Monday and what I have to do on Sunday to get prepared. Although the money train is backing up to the bank on a regular basis now, I still find myself unsatisfied with the twilight of Mobile Alabama.

So what is it that I have to say? Nothing really except that life has a way of beating a man down. Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just be surfer dude. I did have some good news today! My friend Brice and his GF could possibly be moving from WV to Georgia. I am so juiced about old tea bag moving to the south. They will be a fish out of water for a while but I am sure they will find their groove.

Another 60 hour work week awaits......so stay tuned for the suicide note!


Until next time..........keep dreaming of that sandal hut!