I wake up at 3:50 a.m., get to work for 4:30 a.m., and finally get done around 10:45 p.m., get home around 11:15 p.m., then go to sleep. FunfunFUN!!!
Hanging out with some college friends at one friend’s newly purchased house.
I predict there will be much charred meat and beer.
Since I am a Tennessee State Employee, and since our worthless State Legislature can’t settle on a budget, and since the citizens of Tennessee can’t grow up & face the fact that money don’t grow on trees & that we need a state income tax, & since the state government is in full shutdown. as it has been for days, my Glorious 4th will be spent at home, fretting.
Also, no fireworks. The city’s official display is set off on the local University campus. The State-run University. No money=no security=fire hazard=no fireworks. 
Work in my garden, clean the house, get high, and get drunk at least once.
Oh, and on Friday night, I plan to catch a free jazz concert.
I am looking forward to a day at the beach with the whole family- grandma & grandpa, hubby, kids, dog, brother, brother in law. Then, a lazy afternoon on the back patio (faces the beach, with no fence) so the guys can do “thong checks” on the rollerskating girls and we wimmin folk can rustle up dinner.
Around 6:00 pm, a great old fashioned back yard bar-b-que with burgers, various salads and homemade ice cream, followed by a walk over to the bay to watch a couple of big fireworks displays.
I love the 4th. It’s one of my favorite holidays.
Work in my garden, clean the house, get high, and get drunk at least once.
Oh, and on Friday night, I plan to catch a free jazz concert.
The usual: Go to mom & dad’s with or without hubby depending on weather and pool temp., hubby will come later; three sisters, two brothers-in-law, two nieces; not allowed to bring the doggies; we’ll have bbq’d baby back ribs, potato salad, cole slaw, and for dessert, hubby’s peach and blueberry pies with real whipped cream and vanilla ice cream; drink whatever mom’s into that year (it was limoncello last year, and before that, Mexican Bangers); roll home in the early evening and veg out with the dogs inside because of the neighborhood pests’ seemingly insatiable desire for fireworks . . . kind of nice, even if it is Totally Prosaic Americana.
Sympathies Bosda
while the Worthless Ky State Legislature couldn’t wrap their minds around an actual budget either, at least the government isn’t shut down right now.
I will be working on the 4th and probably hanging out here between drunks. Other drunks that is, not me.
[sup](And I’m still mad from when the Federal government shut down and I wasn’t paid for over two months, around the Christmas holidays at the same time I was trying to buy my first house, back in 1995. Legislators, pfui.)[/sup]
I guess I should say something since I have fairly interesting plans.
On the 4th of July I’ll be traveling to NYC to see the guy who’s trying to convince me to marry him.
Won’t know if the fireworks are because of him or not…
The usual.
I’ll be on a southern California pier putting together and setting off a lovely fireworks display for the patriotic masses that will be hoping we’ll set ourselves and/or the pier on fire.
I’ll rent a few anti-war war movies like Apocalypse Now and Full Metal Jacket. I’ll try and find Johnny Got His Gun but I haven’t seen it at any of the rental places in the city.
Had plans on going with friends to tube the Guadalupe river, but since some kinda freak monsoons have settled over this part of Texas, the rivers are flooded. Grrrr…
The fallback plan isn’t too bad though. BBQ, beer, whiskey, beer, and fireworks. And we’ll probably have some beer there too 
I’m just going to continue the tradition of dressing in stereotypical native American garb and dumping tea in the harbor.
(Yeah, one of these years I’m going to stop joking about that and actually do it. 
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I’m sorry Bosda. My band director was complaining about the school system tonight. He says half the administration for our school system are considering early retirement and I know several teachers quit…I think most of them were non-tenured. Better to quit than be fired, right?
I hope everyone in Nashville gets their act together soon.
But come hell, high water, or state shutdowns, my director will not end band practices, even if he’s kicked out of the school and we end up in the Walmart parking lot. Lovely.
jessica
Tomorrow morning Mrs. B and I will toss various assorted objects into our car and make the 135 mi. trip to our tiny little cabin in the tiny little beach town of Ocean Park, Washington, where we will be ‘in residence’ for the next 5 days. Imagine a one car garage with a deck on the side, but not quite so elegant.
Mrs. B’s sister and her husband are bringing their camper up to meet us there, but not the boat this year, so no sturgeon fishing this time.
We will probably spend our time eating, walking on the beach, eating, checking out antique stores, eating, watching the neighbors set off illegal fireworks on the beach, and just possibly, eating.
Lieu, Happy Birthday to Grandad! That’s very cool.
I’m going to a poetry reading at a local German restaurant. A friend and I wanted to do something different for the Fourth, and I think we’ve accomplished that, lol.
My wife is leaving for South Africa that day so I’ll be taking her to the airport and, if necessary, helping her pack. We may go to my company’s annual picnic if we have the time, but I doubt I’ll even catch any fireworks.
Tonight we are duct-taping the kids into the car and driving to Havre de Grace, MD, where we will camp out in Dave and Gingy’s back yard. Once we have set up our tents we will start a fire in the fire pit (if there isn’t one already) and I’m pretty sure the next thing on the agenda is to get hammered.
We will spend the next two days luxuriating in their backyard splendor, probably avoiding Gingy’s family, and pointedly not burying her father in the back yard. I am relatively sure that the “hammered” thing will continue throughout.
Then on Saturday at some point we’re coming home and having a LAN party because Warcraft III came out today.
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Pose as Gobear’s bf’s sister; finagle invite to feast.
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Scrape dogs off the ceiling (kids in the hood have started early with the bottle rockets this year).
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Laundry
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Lament beauty of back yard before SO’s roommate digs the
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Hang out at luau chez moi for a while on Thursday.
(Skerri, Slainte, feel free to stop by!) -
Skip town Friday for parents’ country house for niece’s 1st
birthday; wrap talking bird and baby red Keds. -
Eat too much, see nephew for 1st time.
Firecrackers. Celebrate the independence of your country by blowing up a small portion of it.