So my little sister’s visiting this weekend, and she’s never seen the house before so I want the place lookin’ tight. Lawn needed mowing, so I hopped to it, but remnants (bands, they’re calling them lately) of Tropical Disappointment Ernesto arrived quickly and cut my efforts short. Only the front got finished, and no whacking or blowing (I love the multi-entendre of lawn care parlance). Enough lightning to make me answer the question, “Nope, I’m not a gamblin’ man.” And the pool looked so inviting.
August, 2006:
Am I a gamblin’ man?
Site takes shape…
We’ve got lots of stories. Often, with nowhere to write them. Rather, we have tons of websites but most of the time, the ridiculous, absurd shit that we’d like to make mention of simply won’t fit on any of them.
Hence, The Gkikas Blog.
Here you’ll find, generally speaking, nothing of interest or overt value. However, you might be interested in some of the silly little things that happent to us on a daily basis. Then again, you might not. If this is the case, feel free to leave comments and we’ll think a moment on the myriad ways we can express back to you that we don’t really care.
Life is good. More to come.