The last few days

Wow, what a weekend! I have been pretty busy the last few days and today (Tuesday) is my "sit-around-and-do-nothing-much" day.

Let's see - - on Friday my wife, son, mother-in-law and I took a trip to Pueblo, Colorado, in order to watch my brother-in-law be ordained as a deacon in one of the local Catholic churches. He's the first deacon in this area in over 150 years. My mother-in-law is tickled pink to be "in the book" as the mother of the first deacon in this area in such a long time. Anyway, we left here about 4 PM and got there about five thirty, ate at a restaurant and then went to the ceremony. I think there was a total of eight guys getting ordained, so it lasted from 6 PM till about 10 PM, including the sort-of "snack time" afterwards. Then we left and finally managed to get my mother-in-law home about 11:30 PM and then home and to bed about 1 AM.

On Saturday morning, we dragged ourselves out of bead about 9 AM and went to garage sales. Got some decent deals, including an X-Box for a hundred bucks, which came with four disks with games on them. I think I'll hook it up later today and let the kids check it out. I'm not much of a "game box" player, except for games on the computer. Still, I may check it out. Heh.

On Sunday morning, we got up about 7 AM so we could go to the first Mass performed by my brother-in-law. It was a 9 AM Mass, so we didn't get out of all the hoo-ra until about noon. Then we went over to my mother-in-laws house for a while and then on to my brother-in-laws house for a while. We finally managed to get back home about 5 PM. Oh, I almost forgot! The Mass was taped and shown on the local leased cable channel and one part is pretty cool. The location of the camera was back to one side, near the front, and my sister(step) and her son were clearly visible from the back. When they did the communion bit (you know, the bread and wine thing) the camera clearly caught my mother-in-law coming back to the pew and pulling on my sister's(step) hair. We all got a good laugh out of that, knowing that perhaps dozens of people will see that.

On Monday my wife and I got up about 8:30 AM so we could give my brother-in-law a tape of the ceremony (which we copied off the tv station which broadcasted it) and I could get to a doctor appointment. We were running around, including a stop at my mother-in-law's house, until 5 PM.

As you can see, the weekend was pretty busy (for me, anyway) and today, Tuesday, is my day to be a "bum". Of course, when I woke up about noon, the rest of the family was not here, having gone to my mother-in-law's house. As I type this, I am home alone and just reading e-mail and surfing the web. Oh, and doing this blog write-up, too.

Tomorrow is grass cutting day, so I may not post, but you never know. Hell, with my luck, I may be able to post in a few days about how I cut off some appendage while mowing the yard. Either that, or have an interesting story about how the weed-whacker ate my shoe or something.

That's it for today. Have a nice one.

Something funny

Oh, I just HAVE to blog about something I found the other day. It deals with a website that many people have read and enjoyed, myself included. The person who has this site enjoys "saying it like it is" and, in general, having a blast by saying whatever strikes his fancy. Here's the link: http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=banish. Yup, "the best page in the universe". What's so damned funny is that this link is about blogs and associated terms/situations. What he doesn't realize is that his entire site is a blog. He may deny it, but it's still the truth. Just something I thought I'd throw out for anyone who reads my drivel.

Anyway, I thought that it was funny and, to be honest, I enjoy reading his site. Lots of angst and fun interspersed with the madness. My kind of reading material. Heh.

That about it for today. Just a "hit-n-run" post.

Another day, another blabbering

Another fun-filled day. I haven't really done anything, except change out the CD drive on the kids computer and do dishes. Other than that, it's been just another typical day. Keeping track of what the kids are watching on tv and surfing the net. So much fun, I can tell you.

I have checked out some CD's we got at garage sales over the weekend. Found out that I was too stupid, once again, to check on a couple and paid 50 cents for a couple of empty CD cases. One of the other CD's doesn't even work and yet another seemed to be some kind of telemarketing setup CD. (I didn't pay for that last one, it was in a "free" box.)

Seems that one of my sons' buddies has decided to be buddy with him, again. You see there was a big whoop-te-doo over someone getting shot with a BB gun and, of course, all of them held the others responsible and friends didn't want to be friends, and all that that entails. But, things are settling down and they are, from what I can tell, back to being friends again.

My wife and sister(step) went out earlier to take my sister(step) to an eye doctor appointment and then they had to go to my mother-in-laws house to get her truck and then do some shopping. Tomorrow is my turn - I have to take my nephew(step) to his "wart doctor" and that is about a 2 hour drive away. The only problem is taking my sister(step), who has a habit of talking. And talking. And talking. She has arguments with the tv and has no problem with talking to walls. It's not too bad, since I rag her unmercifully about getting lost in the bathroom.

Okay, everyone is now home and I need another bath.

Late again, as usual

Oh, well, such is life. Hell with trying to "keep up with the Jones'", I have enough trouble keeping up with myself. Not to worry, I'll just stumble along and do what I want, so that works for me.

Interesting day. I'm sort of in the middle of sorting through all the movies we have. Of course, my wife is doing the most sorting, I am just sort of checking them off against the list from the database. Yes, we have a database of all the movies we have. After all, it's the easiest way to keep track of over 2000 movies. Yes, over two thousand. Most are VHS, but we are getting there with collecting DVD's, too.

I figured I would spend a few minutes and write up something to put in my blog.

My son is sitting (laying) on the couch and whining about us watching a movie all together. He is of the mind that when you say "maybe" or "possibly", he is to take it that it means "yes". Gets interesting, at times. Then again, if you flat out say "no", he tends to do everything except hyper-ventilate. Oh, he's nothing like he was a couple of years ago, but seeing as how he is now 12 years old, he can, on occasion, deal with the word "no". I guess we are to blame, since we do have a nasty tendency to tell him "later" and not carry through with it. Of course, I have the fun habit of asking him if I can start acting like he does. That produces the most amazing look of disgruntlement. It should be put on the bulletin board at the post office to be used as a guide for having the "look of being disgruntled". (I still wonder what the hell a look of being "gruntled" would be. Can anyone enlighten me, please?)

Okay, it's now late and I am going to go to bed.

Missed again

Crap, I missed another day of my attempt to post each and every single day. Guess that blows my status completely out of the water. Honestly, it's not like I give a really hard crap about it, though. Heh.

Okay, yesterday was kind of explainable. We got up early so that my wife, sister(step) and nephew(step) could go to their doctor appointments (one after the other, so it was nice) and I stayed home with my son, while they were gone. I was copying files to CD, so I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing all that much, until they got home. Then we went to my mother-in-laws house and were going to take some of her grandkids to the pool with our kids. Of course, the weather was kinda flaky, so we never actually got to go into the water, so what with running back and forth (the phone at the pool was either monopolized by one of the teenagers working there or it was broke, take a guess which one I think it was) it was suddenly 7:00 pm by the time we got home.

This morning, we got up about 9:30 and wound up watching Hellboy on DVD. Pretty entertaining, even if I have never read the comic. Then, my wife and sister(step) left and went to my mother-in-laws house. Oh, they took my nephew(step) but left my son here with me. He's whining about going to the pool, but the weather outside is kinda flaky, again, so we are planning on taking the kids to the pool tomorrow. Maybe I can make myself post, sometime, tomorrow, so I can work on my "blogger status." Heh.

Okay, I'm still copying things to CD, so I am stopping here and finishing that up. Hope you are having a decent day/evening/night/whatever.

Today's meandering

Oh, shit! I missed a day of posting! Does that mean that I am no longer a "good" blogger? Or just someone who is not as concerned about posting as much as humanly possible (as some bloggers are)? Heh.

I love to read. Mainly, I love to read Science Fiction. If I had to pick a favorite writer, I would have to say that Robert Heinlein is the best. I don't stop to say that any particular writer is not any good, as I have a tendency to read first and decide after I have finished the story. One thing I have to comment on is that I tend to draw the line when they (Science Fiction writers) cross the line into fantasy. Some writers have tried to combine the two, Fantasy and Science Fiction), and it tends to result in mostly mediocre returns; most with outstandingly crappy results. Oh, there are probably some out there, that I haven't read, that are really very good, I just haven't found them, yet.

In my opinion there is one writer who seems to stand head and shoulders above other writers when it comes to trying to combine Fantasy and Science Fiction, with results that are head and shoulders above the rest in terms of being really sucky. That writer is Stephen King. I don't know. It seems to come out as either sucky fantasy or testicular-cancer inducing fiction. Either way, I have never been able to get more than about 6 pages into any of his books. "Jim is blah, blah, blah, Harry did blah blah blah, but don't really expect to see them much, even though I spent twenty pages giving them background that will never show up again, but Susan did blah blah blah, while over at the shack in the swamp someone is given an important description that has absolutely nothing to do with the plot, as such." Actually, I did manage to get halfway through "The Stand", but the movie, sucky-ass as it was, was miles and miles better than the book. At least, to me it was. Sorry if I upset any King fans, but what I have just written is my opinion and, good, bad or indifferent, it is just as important and valuable as your opinion is.

I realized that I made a comment about not knowing if anyone is reading this or not. Makes me wonder. I guess I will have to do some looking around Blogger and see if there is a way to see how many folks are stopping by to check this crap out. Can't hurt. It's not like I am a blog-whore anyway. Wait. Does blog-whore mean that I want people to read my blog or that I read other people's blogs? Maybe I'll do some reading and find out, since I don't think anyone reading this will actually stoop to making a comment. Oh! Sorry Zero Boss! Not meaning to add you into that. Heh. Just a slip.

Okay, I have helped the maintenance guy fix the ceiling fan in the "computer room" and my wife is now taking a nap. Since I have only been up, myself, for a couple of hours, I think I will just do some surfing and see what I can see.

Does this mean that I am required to post again, as soon as humanly possible, in order to be put into the same category as the "good bloggers"? Feh, hell with that, I'll post when I damn well want to, blogger status be damned.

Later.

Today's blathering

Well, I said that I will try to play catch-up with my posts, and here it is.

I grew up in Arkansas. (Oh, shut up.) We lived just outside of a small town. (Oh, shut up!) We weren't the richest folks around, but we most definitely weren't the poorest. We made do and that's saying something when you live in a small town in Arkansas. (Will you stop?!?) When I was big enough I actually made my own money by picking peaches. I was one of the lucky ones - I could wear just about anything, since the "peach fuzz" never seemed to bother me. All about me, people were wearing long-sleeved shirts in August, while I was in shorts, tennis shoes and short-sleeved shirts. Of course, it also helped that I was half-monkey and managed to be the one who climbed into the trees for peaches that others couldn't quite get to.

Oh. Hell. No.

No, I think I have changed my mind.

Since it seems that few, if any, are reading this, I will talk about what the hell I want to. If I want to whine, I will fucking whine and that's all there is to it. If no one wants to read my whines, that's fine, at least I am WRITING and that's my main point.

I. Will. WRITE.

Period.

Hmmm.....

I read the other day where a lady who does publishing work is being scammed by way of someone using her name to spam folks about using her services. That really sucks. I mean, it's bad enough that there are all those low-life, scum-sucking, totally useless shits doing spamming and stealing identities. Now, it's getting so anyone with an honest outlook is prey to them. I don't have a URL (yet), but I honestly expect that some slime-bag will use it to send out spam or even attempt to steal my identity. That's the sad part, when you want to hope for the best, yet are forced to accept that some scuzzey, hopeless, shit-brain will steal anything that's not locked down and password protected. I can only hope, that when it happens to me, that the low-life scum-gurgler at least gives me a "reach-around" when he/she/it screws me. That way, I won't feel too bad when I use the legal system to give her/him/it a "dirty sanchez". Heh. (I won't link to Wikipedia to give you the definitions to those two items, but you can have fun looking them up all by your lonesome, eh?)

Okay, what else?

Trying to keep it flowing, here, if you are wondering. That's one of my main problems - flow. I have so much running through my head that it's hard to slow it down enough to get it onto the page. I have a really nasty habit of not being able to keep a thought flowing. I get one idea going along really well and then, screech, vroom, it's off and running in a completely different direction. I am trying to type this and I keep thinking of how I need to make a trip to the Social Security office today. I have a feeling that they are going to try to send my money to a bank where I have closed the account, so I have to check that out. My wife and sister(step) are currently at the local college, getting my sister(step) set up for fall classes. So, when they get back, I will make that trip to the S.S. office.

Ah, yes. When I am out and about, I also have to stop by the cable tv place and get another booklet about how the remote control works. My old tv bit the big one and we went out an bought a new one the other night. I did try to call the cable folks, but the codes they gave me to set up the remote didn't work, so I figure asking them for a booklet shouldn't get their knickers in too much of a knot. I keep having this semi-idea of getting one of those remote control watches, but with my luck, the damned thing will blow my arm off when I try to program it. I have a habit of trying to make things like that do a bit more than they are really supposed to do. Kind of like how I have one computer that has been reformatted at least 5 times in the last three months. Heh. I have found out a few things about Windows XP that aren't common knowledge, that's for sure.

Okay, that's it for today. I will see if I can come back tomorrow with more blathering bullshit to bore the bejeebers out of the poor schmucks how have the bad luck to read this crap. Heh, heh, heh.

More meandering

Okay, since my life is/has been so boring the last few days, I guess I can tell an anecdote about growing up. Maybe not. Then again...

All right, I'll just talk about the last few days.

Nothing much has happened. We all went up to my Mother-in-laws house the other day and had what my wife called a "picnic with mom" afternoon. We has some leftover pizza from the evening before and we took that, and some flavored bottled water (I didn't drink any - universe forbid if I drank something other than pure Pepsi!), up to her place and ate. Oh, and drank, too. (Just water and Pepsi, no booze.) Of course my wife did happen to have an ulterior motive. Turned out that that was the day her brother was to bring over ten bags of ready-mix cement. I didn't know about that, until just before we left the house to go to mom's.

I did what I could, when it came to helping unload those suckers, but I felt like slime since I couldn't help the way I really wanted to. Being medically unfit for all but the most basic of chores really sucks. Hell, I'm lucky if I can vacuum one room without wanting to lay down and scream for an hour or so. But, without consideration to my medical condition (in another word, "stupidly"), I helped move some of those bags of cement. Needless to say, methadone was my closest and dearest friend for that evening. So much so, that I even got constipated and didn't poop for three days. Such fun.

Shit, I just realized that most of my posts seem to be me whining about my condition. Well, I think that will change with my next post. I am going to relate to pleasant things if it frigging kills me. Nobody likes a whiner and I seem to spend most of my time doing that. Okay, okay, I will do whatever I can to stop that shit and move on.

Hmmmmm.....

Maybe I will talk about my childhood. Can't be any worse than some of what I have read on other blogs. I mean, if someone can talk about how they are such a dick tease and get tons of comments, can I do less? Wait. Did that come out right? Hell with it, I can say it if I want to. Still... Something just doesn't seem right, here. Oh. I see. Shit. Nevermind.

At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I post more than quite a few of the blogs I have read. Though I do post a hell of a lot less than most that I do read. Maybe I'll get off my ass and try to play catch up with them. Can't hurt and maybe it'll start my creative juices to flowing a bit better and I can get back into my writing. Beats going out to moms every day, just for something to do, maybe. Hopefully?

That's enough blathering for now.

Today?

Hmmmm....

Just sitting around, playing on the computer and checking out some files I have had downloaded for quite a while. Even attempted to listen to an old radio show I found and downloaded. Oh, it's legal, I made damn sure of that, I can tell you. Then I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to post here. Exciting life, eh?

Anyway.

My wife and sister(step) are out and about, getting an ID (non-driver for my sister(step)) and other diverse and sundry things. They are supposed to go to my mother-in-laws house and get her so she can do some shopping, then bring her over here for a while. I have to admit, my MIL is most definitely not the "stereotypical" MIL. She's 82 years old and will not hesitate to speak her mind. She says that she has "paid her dues" and if someone doesn't like what she has to say, they can damn well just not listen to her.

I remember, when she was in Tacoma, Washington, for our wedding and her and my wife had gone to some store to get postcards. They were looking for some assistance and my MIL found someone and yelled across the store, "Glenda, I found a man!" Now, she's been divorced for umpteen years, so this was pretty funny and Glenda basically lost it. My MIL got this weird look on her face when she realized what she had said, and then, to top it off, she said, "Oh, I'm not gong to keep him. Gee, man!" She was only about 78 or so when this happened, but it was still funny as hell. Then again, when it comes to the people who may be reading this, it's probably just another "yawner". Especially considering what some other folks write in their blogs.

I was looking for some nails to hang another knife on my wall, but I haven't yet gone into the basement to look. My fault for shoving all the nails into a toolbox and putting it in the trunk of the car, I guess. Maybe after I get done here I will take a look. Oh, yes, I have several knives and swords on the wall, just above my computer. Actually, I only have two real swords and about ten knives. There is one "walking stick" knife/sword that I tend to count on its own. My most recent purchase was in Alamagordo, New Mexico, when I bought a decorated knife that is even decorated on the blade. That's the one I was looking for nails for. Since it's the "prettiest" one, it's going to be the one closest to the computer/desk. I have one large almost machete that has no sheath which has a tendency to jump off the wall. That's one that Glenda says she is going to make me a sheath for. With all the beads, leather and stuff she has to work with, I can just imagine how great it will be!

The temps here have been brutal the last few days, so I haven't been out to mow the yard like I should have. I finished one side about a week ago when the mower went kaput (again!!) and now the yard is "lopsided". Sometime in the next few days, I plan on getting out and doing the entire thing, so it won't be lopsided and it'll look much better. We still run the sprinkler in the afternoons, so it's getting enough water to keep it from turning brown, like so many others around here have done. I'm still hesitant about walking out there barefoot, because there are plants growing that are called "bullheads". They have a thorny seed pod that has two "horns" on it that can easily puncture the tire of a bicycle, so you can just well imagine what it can do to a bare foot! I think I have gotten most of them, but why take the chance? Especially as how they are some fast growing bastards!

Well, that's enough for today, back to doing whatever. Maybe do some dishes and look for some nails, I guess.

Just some stuff

Well, I've finally gotten a bit of good news. Seems that the Social Security Administration has decided to agree with the Veterans Administration on my status and has approved my disability status.

I started this "goat-rope" over two years ago and it had to actually go to a federal judge before they decided that they would go along with the VA. The VA decided, about three years ago, that I was "unemployable" due to my medical and mental condition. The mental may get better (at least, I hope it does!) but the medical will only get worse. When you have a disk that is disintegrating, it makes quite a lot of things difficult, if not downright impossible, to do. As I have said before, the drugs may make it tolerable, but they won't make the disk better or the pain/status go away. Just mask it, a bit, that's all.

It's weird, but this has made me both happy and sad. Happy in that they have finally determined that my condition is not all that great. Sad in that they have finally determined that my condition is not all that great. I don't enjoy this, by any stretch of the imagination. Truth is that I would much rather be working and supporting my family than getting "assistance". I have tried, honestly I have. But when medical and mental problems become so great that hard work and mental alertness take a back seat to pain and depression, holding a job is next to impossible. Oh, I try to do a bit of computer consulting, but I most definitely pick and choose what I do and what I don't. I don't want to make a commitment and not be able to carry it out. That is what really sucks, because I have ALWAYS taken "giving my word" as more binding than the most convoluted contract ever written.

Anyway, I'll take this the best that I can and toodle along as best I can. That's about all I can do, to be honest. And honesty is my "stock in trade".

More ramblings

Hoo boy, it's been a busy couple of days! First, I get word that one of my sisters-in-law has died and I take time to go to her funeral. The weird thing is that she died two days before my sons birthday and the funeral was the day after. Talk about a fun few days. Whew!

At least now things should start to settle down a bit. My wife and I have to reconsider our return to Tacoma, Washington, since not only will the kids be in school in September, but my (step)sister will be going to college classes, as well. So, it looks like the trip will have to be sometime in late August. The main goodie about that is that the trip will take place after the "summer moves" that tend to drive up the prices of rental trucks, thus a bit less cost in the rental of the moving truck. At least I hope so - I haven't checked the prices recently. Guess I should do that, huh? Well, I just did and it looks like it will be around $1000.00 for the truck. Of course, with gas prices the way they are, I'll probably spend that much for gas, too. Damn lying, thieving, lying, greedy, lying oil companies.

Anyway, I had to make another trip to Pueblo today, to take my nephew(step) to the wart doctor, again. Things are going good and it looks like only one more trip to finish up killing off his warts. Poor kid had them all over his heels and the doctor was really concerned about getting them all. But this doctor seems to know his stuff a bit better than the other he has been to, since the ones he has killed have not returned, as they did with the other doctors. I mean, c'mon, how hard can it be to learn how to use liquid nitrogen to "burn" off warts the "proper" way so that they won't return? Well, it took three doctors to find one who has read the manual/procedures on how to do it, I can attest to that.

Let's see, what else?

No problems with the trip to Alamagordo, New Mexico. We stopped at the Wal-mart before we left and picked up a cooler, some Pepsi, bottled Green Tea and ice, before we left the city. With the blazer we were driving, it was pretty cool to have the cooler in the back seat so that Glenda could just reach back and grab whatever we wanted out of the cooler. Oh, and we added some leftover pizza from my sons birthday party, too.

It's kind of funny, but Glenda and I have gotten to where we drive places and don't even turn on the radio in the car. Either just talking about whatever or just a companionable silence works for us. Oh, I still turn on the radio, on occasion, when I am driving by myself, but that's still not all that often. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that it's more to do with how much of the "current" music is not all that good to me, than anything else. I'm happy when I can find an "oldies" station and I usually set the first channel selector to that and/or just leave the radio set on that station. I don't know if Glenda does the same thing, I haven't asked her. Maybe I should, just for snits and griggles.


That's enough for now. Maybe more later.

I REFUSE to use that cliche!!

(Oh, you know which one - "I'm baaaaaack", sheesh!)

Ah, well - let's see...

I am boring. Period.

Since I last updated the most I have accomplished is finishing up the enclosure for my mother-in-law to keep her geese in. First time I have ever put up a fence. And, if I have anything to day about it, the last time, too. All in all it's a pretty decent job for someone who has never done it before. I think I surprised my wife when I said that we needed 15 metal posts to attach the fence to. I just mentally figured it out and we got 15 and, by golly, we needed 15 to put up that fence. Damn, I don't mean to make it sound like I was the only one doing it - it was most definitely a "family affair". We all pitched in and did whatever we could to get that thing up and finished. As a matter of fact, it was my wife and sister(step) who got the hardware and physically put up the gate. I did my part, as much as I could, anyway, and I am now paying for it physically.

Oh, the TV went on the fritz and I have to wait until this Friday to get a new one. I can't complain, this one has been through two long distance moves, several in-town moves, storage, and much lifting and grunting (the bastid is heavy!). So, I feel that it has more than paid for itself. I look forward to getting a better one that doesn't quite weigh as much, too. Hmmmm... Do you have any idea what it's like not having a TV? It's not so much as that I miss lots of TV shows, since I only have three that I watch every week. (Okay, they are Battlestar Galactica, SG-1, and Stargate Atlantis, happy?) But not having a TV for the kids is what sucks, and sucks big time. What can you do with a kid whose main joy in life is walking around saying, "I'm boooooooored"? No matter what some people say, talking can only go so far, then it's a chore for both parties, especially when one is 47 years old and the other is 12 years old. It's even more sad when the male parent is not able to do "physical" things with them!

So, Friday is the big day - I get to watch my shows and the kids get to whine about which movie to watch. Oh, did I mention that I have over 2000 movies? Yep, mostly VHS, but getting more and more DVD's as time passes. At least the search for a movie to watch can occupy quite a bit of time, for the kids, anyway. There are so many that I haven't even watched that I keep thinking about putting one of the DVD's in the computer and watching it there. But since the kids computer is directly behind me, it would be like putting a bowl of kibbles on the floor and telling the dog not to eat it. Don't ask me why I used that analogy, I don't even have a dog, for cryin' out loud.

I spent most of today on the computer, trying to recuperate from putting up that fence. Me and methadone are fast becoming the best of the best of buddies, I can tell you. If you have never taken methadone, I can also tell you this - it's not so much as it takes the pain away, it's more like you can sit back and giggle at it, as it ravages your body. You don't really seem to care that you hurt, but you still have that "twitch" in the back of the mind that tells you once the methadone stops working you will most assuredly know about it.

Well, it's getting time to chase the children to bed and making my own way to bed, as well. One is going to spend the night with a buddy, so that's one that won't be up until all hours, whining that he can't sleep, while reading/playing/whatever, instead of laying down and closing his eyes.
That's all for now.

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Catching up

Damn, it's been a while since I posted anything here. Well, hell, I have said that I have a boring life, so I guess that excuse will work as well as any other.

Hmmm... let's see, what has happened since the last time I posted?

Well, I took my (step)nephew and his mom, my (step)sister, to the wart doctor yesterday. It's a good thing that I am a good listener, since that is mainly what I did all the hour and a half there and hour and a half back. Even when we stopped at Lowes to check the prices on fences, she just could not stop yammering. I say that in a nice way, but you know how it goes. I really felt sorry for the two guys back of the counter at Lowes. Not that she hit on them or anything, just that she can't help just making funny (???) comments about things and how they are going. Ah, well, at least that's over for another month.

I'm still in the process of changing my meds (for depression) and I have a feeling that it's going both ways. Yep, one minute I feel fine and the next I am almost in tears. Maybe I've gone from depression to Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder, or whatever the hell they are calling it, now. I hope not, I have enough problem with my back, without starting something new, right now.

I've been at home all day, except for one trip to Walmart to get a replacement kiddie pool. I tried to pump up the one yesterday and found that it had a nice hole in the bottom so that the air just kept on going, instead of inflating the silly thing. I took my son with me and he was slightly bummed because the new issue of Mad Magazine isn't out yet. So, to make up for that, he decided that some strawberry flavored Altoids would do. Since he has been at his buddys(ies?? Screw it.) house all day I don't know how they are fairing. The one he got for my (step)nephew is mostly gone, since he has been playing at the computer all day and munching on them.

Oh, I think I am fairly disgusted with the Army, now, too. My (step)nephew got a copy of that Army computer game from his school and I thought I would be cool and put it on the kids computer for him. Sucks. The damned thing needs so much resources that I am scared to put it on this computer. It's a video hog, a RAM hog, and just too damned much for me to fool around with. So, until I can scrounge up a "new" computer for the kids to play with (yah, right, like that is gonna happen) they will just have to deal with the games that I can put on it.

Other than that, I guess I've said all that I want to, today. Going to go and read some other blogs and get my mind out of the dirt, for a change.

Oh, foggy Sunday

Sundays kinda suck, for me. I still recall my school days where every Sunday was not all that great because Monday and another start to the school week was just a little ways off. Always has been that way, as long as I can recall. I am not a "religious" person, except in ways that usually piss off those who are "religious". I have my own ideas about what is "truth" and I am always willing to listen to others spout off their ideas, as long as they are willing to listen to mine. It usually works out that I have to listen to them, but they immediately tune me out because what I say conflicts so much with their dogma and has so much more honesty in it that they cannot bear to hear it. I still don't like Sundays very much.

My wife is at my mother-in-laws house messing wife the geese and I had to call her so she could pick up some things on her way home. I should have gone with her, but I just couldn't bring myself to make myself leave the house today. I've just settled into my "corner" and vegged out. This is the most ambitious I have been all day. Actually, I am going by what my shrink has told me and I am in the process of cutting back on certain of my meds. I hope it works out okay, and that I don't get the urge to eat a bullet, like I was at one point not too long ago. If the shrink is right, I'll be able to cut back and it won't hurt me. I am trying my best, but it's not as easy as I thought it would be. Take it one day at a time and keep my chin up, as hokey as that sounds.

Well, that's about it, for today. Guess I'll read some more blogs and finish up my CD burning that I started.

Yesterday was the last day of the end of your old life.

Such a day, I've got

Just abso-fucking-lutely wonderful. Now I find out that I have a hiatal hernia. Shit. If you don't know what that is, it's where the opening in your diaphragm where your esophagus goes through is bigger than it should be. Thus, you have your stomach actually pushing up into your chest, just under your lungs. Dammit. Yeah, when life hands you a lemon, make lemonade, right? What the hell do you make with stomach acid? Huh? What, something like battery acid? Maybe just turn it into puke, hah? Hell.

My ISP has been down most of the day, and just recently came back up. That was not too much of a problem as my wife and sister went over to my mother-in-laws house, the kids went to school and I spent about half the day out mowing the yard. Yah, it's that big of a yard.

When I finished, and after a shower, I sat and listened to some Pink Floyd and Wings. Hey, I know what is music and that shit that is called rap is in no way to be considered as music. Music is something you sing to, not talk to. Geeze. Still, if that is what floats your boat, go for it, I'll not try to talk you out of it - I have that much respect for people, anyway. Just don't bitch at me for my opinion as to what is music and what is not. On the other hand, go ahead and bitch about my opinion, it's funny when people do.

The last day of school really sucks. Three months of "I'm bored, there's nothing to do. Can we go to wherever? Can we, huh, can we, huh, huh, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!! I HAVE to go, there's NOTHING TO DO HERE!!!! WHINE!!!!!!!!!" Such fun. Something to really look forward to, that's for sure. And I'm the reincarnation of Barney Fife, too. You betcha.


Damn ISP.

Damn back.

Damn stomach.

Damn it.

English is such a stupid language.

Have fun.

Doing the grass thing

Okay, I gave it my best shot, but the mower just wasn't in it for me, today.

Of course, it didn't help that I woke up at 1:00 PM today, thanks to medication that is supposed to make me feel "happier". Guess that's the "trade off" of them. My peeve is that they don't seem to be working all that great. Then again, it's probably just my body, doing the "toleration" thing, as usual. Eh? Oh, by "toleration" I mean that I seem to build up a tolerance to any meds I take. I've probably written about this before, so that's all I'll say about it, unless someone tells me different, then I'll discuss it.

So, along about 3:00 PM, I decided that the half of the front yard that wasn't cut three days ago needed to be cut, so I headed out to do so. After less than half of the area was cut, the mower decided that it didn't like me anymore. It was showing it's dislike by running slower and slower and, when I refilled it with gas, it just wouldn't start again. At some point, after the no-start strike by the mower, I decided to hit the old dog-runs with the "weed-eater". Actually it's made by "Black and Decker", but it's the best one I have ever owned.

So, I get done with the dog runs and the manager of the place comes over and tries to help me get the mower started. He pulled out the spark plug and scraped it a bit and it started up. He left and as I was attempting to finish the job, it quit again. He was just leaving and, seeing me sitting on the ground, in almost terminal disgust, he said that he'd get a new spark plug for it and bring it by tomorrow. That I can live with, since I was hurting so bad it was an extreme effort just to not scream each time I moved.

Now, I am on the net, and will be for a while. Maybe, once my meds kick in, I'll go up to the bedroom and try to work on my stories. Till then, I'll just surf the web and see which is what and where.

Later.

A little catching up?

Geeze, I didn't realize that it's been so long since I posted here. Heh. Life has a habit of kicking me in the ass so much that I think my butthole is in the region of my shoulderblades, at times.

Well, let's see.

Since I have last posted I have had an upper GI done. Those are definitely not fun, since I could not eat, drink or smoke prior to the exam. The hospital is a three and a half hour drive from where I live and the only thing that saved me was that my wife and I drove down the day before and spent the night in a motel. We went out to Red Lobster and pigged out on one of their specials so I didn't have to worry too much about being hungry in the morning, before the exam. Sadly, no "fun" was to be had in the motel room, since I was hurting too much to be able to give her the attention I like to give her. The worst part was that there was some Native American shindig going on in Albuquerque and the only room we could find was a suite for $100.00 a night. Let me tell you, if I get a suite, you can damn well be sure that I will milk that mother to the best of my ability. Well, next time, anyway. Heh.

One of the other things I have been up to is working on the "goose house" for my mother-in-law (mainly painting). It's still funny that we have spent hours upon hours fixing up an outhouse that is about 100 years old into a "cute" place for the geese to hang out in. We started with four geese and are now down to two. Two died, though we have no idea why. So, what do we do? My MIL decides to buy two more. Now she will have two running loose outside while she babies the other two in the house until they are old enough to join the other two outside. Well, at least it gives her something to do and that's always a good thing for someone who is 82 years old and lives alone. Actually, we only let the two outside yesterday, for the first time. It was funny as hell, watching those two get their "outside feet" and flopping around and following my MIL as if she was "momma". It was even funnier when she went inside for a moment and those two geese stood right at the screen door and practically cried for her to come back out.

Not much other than that, I have to admit. Gads, I am truly a boring person. I seem to just sit at my computer and veg out most of the time. I did try to get my laptop running in the bedroom, but the damned thing doesn't want to recognize the CD drive, so I will have to get that up and running if I expect to work on any of my stories in the bedroom. Oh, it's okay, I will be doing that while my wife reads. When it's time to bump uglies, we have a habit of just clearing off the bed and going for it, everything else can damn well wait for an hour or so.

Anyway, that's about it. Nothing special. Told you I was boring, what can I say?

Later.

Actually, this is from yesterday...

Gads, what a blah day. When I woke up this morning, the second thing out of my wife's mouth was that she wanted to go to my mother-in-laws house and put up a fence around the front garden to keep the rabbits from eating all the tulip bulbs out of the ground. I politely declined to go along, not only because I had just woken up and had not woken up completely, but because I just didn't feel like going. I have a sneaking suspicion that she had an ulterior motive, but I will not bring that up, as it causes a bit too much emotional problems. (She does read this, on occasion, and I don't want to put in anything that she would not "appreciate". I guess.)

Besides, I just feel to blah to get involved in much of anything. Even this is such a chore that I am amazed that I am getting this much down.

Anyway, here's a blurb I found - unfortunately I haven't a clue as to who said it, so if you know, let me know so I can attribute it properly. Deal?

"English doesn't borrow from other languages; English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar."

Later is later and maybe I am, too.

Another post, why not?

Shit. I think that my meds are beginning to either work against one another or that I am finally becoming "used to" them. That's the way I seem to operate when it comes to medication - I either have complications from then fighting one another or my body gets so used to it that it just doesn't work as well as it did when I started it. One case I can recall is the drug Flexerill(sp?) which is a muscle relaxant. I started on that and I was loopy like you wouldn't believe. However, after about 6 months, I could pop those suckers like candy and the effect was not even as great as if they were candy. So now I don't take them anymore. Story of my life in regards to medications.

Anyway, I figured I'd take a few minutes and post here. I'm going to read a few blogs and then tear into my "play" computer and see if I can verify why it shows a 32k bad sector on the hard disk. Well, that and why the windows explorer tends to screw up, too. Crap, that means that I will have to run Norton from the CD. Oh, well, that's okay, too, I don't want to load Norton up anyway, just run the diagnostics.

And how is/was/will be your day?