You Know Who You Are
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
My Daddy is in Tune
I'm hearing angry thunder, I've had my meds and the eyes are droopy. Day-Day and the Kid will be here soon. Please let me stay sane.
Can my Father read me any better? No wonder I'm so clever. Not only apropos, but completely true considering I was called a "control freak, bossy, and spoiled" in just the past 24 hours. This I will blame on the meds because it will be Down-Clown in a bit.
Nighty, night...
THE BATHTUB TEST
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the
criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
teaspoon,
a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty
the
bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use
the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want
a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS or DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Can my Father read me any better? No wonder I'm so clever. Not only apropos, but completely true considering I was called a "control freak, bossy, and spoiled" in just the past 24 hours. This I will blame on the meds because it will be Down-Clown in a bit.
Nighty, night...
THE BATHTUB TEST
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the
criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
teaspoon,
a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty
the
bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use
the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want
a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS or DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Why?
These are mostly hypothetical, rhetorical questions, but the meds have kicked in, I have my music, and --- well, what else can you ask for? By the way, it's Mozart and James Morrison - my own clever little mix.
#1 Why, does a cat puke or shit on the only two rugs that you have in your entire house? Also, why must the nasal-number blow snot in the cat food and in my water at night? Don't tell me those little shits are brainless.
#2 Why, speaking of cats, can they get high on catnip and we Uprights cannot?
#3 Why, does a woman spend so much money on eye creams, anti-anxiety/depressant drugs - lest we forget sinus drugs we cannot take, then said woman goes and watches "The Green Mile"? ALL of it? And, where's my diaper?
#4 Why is it that I miss my "water day" because I'm working on an out-of-town project over the weekend, but when I "sneak" out on Monday evening to water what few plants I have left--------- it fucking rains an hour later? I'm not talkin' sprinkle, either.
#5 Why is it that I give such a crap about a godamn fish? Bubba's pump died last night and I should have known, but this morning, I noticed that it wasn't working and Bubba had turned almost completely white. For you "non-fish" people (of which I qualify, apparently), this is not a good health indicator for Betas. Pump is fixed, Bubba is better, but why the one day I go out of town for what? 36 hours, maybe? does Bubba's pump fail. Why do I think Jonathan Edwards and spiders. Shit, Catholic school and literature classes really fucked with my brain. Yeah, I said it was the drugs, it was just the private education.
#6 Why does my neigbour basically verbally assault me (the good neigbour and I know she had a fatty going and she was just blowing steam)? But, why give me shit about another neighbour about the one house when I'm trying to buy the fucking thing? Yicks ----- breathe, breathe.
#7 Why am I told by a doctor to limit water when the drugs he has me on create this insatiable thirst that only non-camels can understand.
#8 Why, when you know NOTHING about computers, are you somehow able to cut off your "right mouse option", but you cannot upload a video?
#9 Why can I not feel like this and it be winter for once. The sun has become my energy/enemy. By the way, we are now fully involved in the Gemini, which I am and I take very seriously.
#10 Why can a parent so honestly forgive all his children (not to mention himself) so openly for the first time in 38 years (in my case only, not William)? Thank you and I love you more than you know.
Just so you know - yeah, all those cats that read my shit...Day-day got a "talkin' to" by Daddy yesterday. It didn't bristle nearly as my lifetime of snarling, I was allowed in the room and I actually had experience with these "chats" and I knew what to expect. I think Daddy actually quoted ME a few times!!! Shit, circle of life. But Day-Day had warning so that does not count, and from the blood-letting that would come from me (deserved nontheless), this one was not nearly as bad as mine were
Shit, circle of life.
Day-day performed well under the circumstances, in retrospect, and so did Daddy.
Surely, there will be more to come, but it's past beddy-bye time for me and if the cats don't get "their" treat, I'll get mine. However, mine require shoes to get to the bathroom.
#1 Why, does a cat puke or shit on the only two rugs that you have in your entire house? Also, why must the nasal-number blow snot in the cat food and in my water at night? Don't tell me those little shits are brainless.
#2 Why, speaking of cats, can they get high on catnip and we Uprights cannot?
#3 Why, does a woman spend so much money on eye creams, anti-anxiety/depressant drugs - lest we forget sinus drugs we cannot take, then said woman goes and watches "The Green Mile"? ALL of it? And, where's my diaper?
#4 Why is it that I miss my "water day" because I'm working on an out-of-town project over the weekend, but when I "sneak" out on Monday evening to water what few plants I have left--------- it fucking rains an hour later? I'm not talkin' sprinkle, either.
#5 Why is it that I give such a crap about a godamn fish? Bubba's pump died last night and I should have known, but this morning, I noticed that it wasn't working and Bubba had turned almost completely white. For you "non-fish" people (of which I qualify, apparently), this is not a good health indicator for Betas. Pump is fixed, Bubba is better, but why the one day I go out of town for what? 36 hours, maybe? does Bubba's pump fail. Why do I think Jonathan Edwards and spiders. Shit, Catholic school and literature classes really fucked with my brain. Yeah, I said it was the drugs, it was just the private education.
#6 Why does my neigbour basically verbally assault me (the good neigbour and I know she had a fatty going and she was just blowing steam)? But, why give me shit about another neighbour about the one house when I'm trying to buy the fucking thing? Yicks ----- breathe, breathe.
#7 Why am I told by a doctor to limit water when the drugs he has me on create this insatiable thirst that only non-camels can understand.
#8 Why, when you know NOTHING about computers, are you somehow able to cut off your "right mouse option", but you cannot upload a video?
#9 Why can I not feel like this and it be winter for once. The sun has become my energy/enemy. By the way, we are now fully involved in the Gemini, which I am and I take very seriously.
#10 Why can a parent so honestly forgive all his children (not to mention himself) so openly for the first time in 38 years (in my case only, not William)? Thank you and I love you more than you know.
Just so you know - yeah, all those cats that read my shit...Day-day got a "talkin' to" by Daddy yesterday. It didn't bristle nearly as my lifetime of snarling, I was allowed in the room and I actually had experience with these "chats" and I knew what to expect. I think Daddy actually quoted ME a few times!!! Shit, circle of life. But Day-Day had warning so that does not count, and from the blood-letting that would come from me (deserved nontheless), this one was not nearly as bad as mine were
Shit, circle of life.
Day-day performed well under the circumstances, in retrospect, and so did Daddy.
Surely, there will be more to come, but it's past beddy-bye time for me and if the cats don't get "their" treat, I'll get mine. However, mine require shoes to get to the bathroom.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Notes on Tarot
Today's tarot in bold and italics, with my infinitely brilliant comments attached. Shit, I'm tired.
"The discriminating Virgo Moon assists us with the cleanup in the aftermath of intense planetary tides over the past couple of days. Whether or not we experienced specific changes, we felt powerful emotional swings."
Ya fuckin' think?
Today the energy settles and may even begin to turn inward as we focus on integrating what's happened. Although we may feel the residual effects of Jupiter's expansive energy, self-analysis brings a backwash of intellectual containment.
Hmmmmm, I guess to say "intellectual" containment might mean keeping my big mouth shut as opposed to my regular "emotional" non-containment. I have to make a decision today about to handle a situation that will either get me in a good mood, or get me fired. WEEEEE.
A subtle shift of energy at home may be underway, but you might not feel the full effects of these changes for a while.
It better be "subtle" because I'm feeling too godamn tired and old to deal with any real surprises.
Everything was moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, it's better to get it said before the frustration builds into an insurmountable problem.
Yeah, well if I did that I wouldn't be in the particular pickle I'm in now. Funny how life will hand you a shit-burger every now and then. MEOW - HISS, I really need a nappy and I have one hour to do it, but I've promised a German Chocolate cask to some of the people I "owe" and - so long as it has not fossilized whilst sitting on the counter for two days, it needs the frosting. Fun stuff at 6 AM, but since I've been up since 3AM working on this total shit job, it feels almost like noon. Besides, the best part of late Spring is the sun at this time.
Must go feed the outside cats and frost this godamn cake and get it out of here. Ass-kissing is a very important part of my job, and sometimes, I simply do not feel up to taking a diplomatic approach.
Maybe tarot is right and I just need to drop this shit off and be done.
On a happier note, my new charity will be the company that came up with a CPAT (I think that's the name, even though I prefer to call it a "sleep machine"). It is absolutely lovely in all senses of the word. I actually slept past my normal vampire hours, and the only reason I really got up was something spooked Anna, who sleeps on my side, and she needs her claws clipped. At least there won't be all 10 to do because I'm pretty sure she left one in my right butt cheek. Yeah, I'm still bleeding, especially considering I have no butt and I think she hit bone.
THANK YOU, FARM EQUIPMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"The discriminating Virgo Moon assists us with the cleanup in the aftermath of intense planetary tides over the past couple of days. Whether or not we experienced specific changes, we felt powerful emotional swings."
Ya fuckin' think?
Today the energy settles and may even begin to turn inward as we focus on integrating what's happened. Although we may feel the residual effects of Jupiter's expansive energy, self-analysis brings a backwash of intellectual containment.
Hmmmmm, I guess to say "intellectual" containment might mean keeping my big mouth shut as opposed to my regular "emotional" non-containment. I have to make a decision today about to handle a situation that will either get me in a good mood, or get me fired. WEEEEE.
A subtle shift of energy at home may be underway, but you might not feel the full effects of these changes for a while.
It better be "subtle" because I'm feeling too godamn tired and old to deal with any real surprises.
Everything was moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, it's better to get it said before the frustration builds into an insurmountable problem.
Yeah, well if I did that I wouldn't be in the particular pickle I'm in now. Funny how life will hand you a shit-burger every now and then. MEOW - HISS, I really need a nappy and I have one hour to do it, but I've promised a German Chocolate cask to some of the people I "owe" and - so long as it has not fossilized whilst sitting on the counter for two days, it needs the frosting. Fun stuff at 6 AM, but since I've been up since 3AM working on this total shit job, it feels almost like noon. Besides, the best part of late Spring is the sun at this time.
Must go feed the outside cats and frost this godamn cake and get it out of here. Ass-kissing is a very important part of my job, and sometimes, I simply do not feel up to taking a diplomatic approach.
Maybe tarot is right and I just need to drop this shit off and be done.
On a happier note, my new charity will be the company that came up with a CPAT (I think that's the name, even though I prefer to call it a "sleep machine"). It is absolutely lovely in all senses of the word. I actually slept past my normal vampire hours, and the only reason I really got up was something spooked Anna, who sleeps on my side, and she needs her claws clipped. At least there won't be all 10 to do because I'm pretty sure she left one in my right butt cheek. Yeah, I'm still bleeding, especially considering I have no butt and I think she hit bone.
THANK YOU, FARM EQUIPMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Attitude Adjustments
Why am I the one that has to take all these godamn evil pills - to include some severely toxic crap - to level out my fucking blood pressure when I have to deal with high strung, angry, people all fucking day long?
I've tried to keep positive, I've tried to be as generous as fucking possible, but some folks don't quite understand the sacrifices I make for them. You know who you are, ingrates. Both of you really chap my ass.
Now, you have completely ruined my nicey, little Prozac buzz that I get around this time of day. Happy, yet, assholes?
The first thing I do when I get home is take care of chores, then go to my music, then spend more money and time and consideration on both of you and you both still figure out a way to treat me like shit???? I guess I'm the masochist this evening, eh, Mummsy?
Fuck you and fuck your godamn bullshit. If I have to be on this kind of medicine and you still think I'm the one with the bad attitude-------- you're a fucking retarded dyslexic - no offense to retards or dyslexics.
And just for icing on the cake, when you go to an online site for a store called, "HOME DEPOT" and look for an exterior door, the last fucking thing I want is a DOGGIE-DOOR. How about one that a person over 2 feet tall can get through, preferably with a lockset and not a fucking vinyl flap. What the hell has happened to them that they sell Christmas trees and godamn doggie doors?
Now, I'm going to go into my den, with the doors shut, fans on, and put in Carlos Mencia or maybe even "40-year Old Virgin" - yeah, again. It's either that or I go downstairs and get ready to take on a responsibility that I swore I would not do, but it has nothing to do with you and your inability to become stable, it has to do with my love for animals, which I have to say, at this point, beats anything standing on two fucking legs.
Stay away from me because this time I will bite, not just bark. Here's your fucking warning.
I've tried to keep positive, I've tried to be as generous as fucking possible, but some folks don't quite understand the sacrifices I make for them. You know who you are, ingrates. Both of you really chap my ass.
Now, you have completely ruined my nicey, little Prozac buzz that I get around this time of day. Happy, yet, assholes?
The first thing I do when I get home is take care of chores, then go to my music, then spend more money and time and consideration on both of you and you both still figure out a way to treat me like shit???? I guess I'm the masochist this evening, eh, Mummsy?
Fuck you and fuck your godamn bullshit. If I have to be on this kind of medicine and you still think I'm the one with the bad attitude-------- you're a fucking retarded dyslexic - no offense to retards or dyslexics.
And just for icing on the cake, when you go to an online site for a store called, "HOME DEPOT" and look for an exterior door, the last fucking thing I want is a DOGGIE-DOOR. How about one that a person over 2 feet tall can get through, preferably with a lockset and not a fucking vinyl flap. What the hell has happened to them that they sell Christmas trees and godamn doggie doors?
Now, I'm going to go into my den, with the doors shut, fans on, and put in Carlos Mencia or maybe even "40-year Old Virgin" - yeah, again. It's either that or I go downstairs and get ready to take on a responsibility that I swore I would not do, but it has nothing to do with you and your inability to become stable, it has to do with my love for animals, which I have to say, at this point, beats anything standing on two fucking legs.
Stay away from me because this time I will bite, not just bark. Here's your fucking warning.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Father's Day
A note I sent to a friend today. Happy Father's Day, Gentlemen.
Hey,
I'm never sure whether or not you are getting along with your Dad or not, but today is Father's Day in this country. If you are talking to him, please tell him I said, "Happy Daddy's Day". Your Father has done so much for my family and we are all grateful.
If you aren't talking to/getting along with him, then remember that at least you have a Father. My old ass has just started to appreciate that my Daddy is now healthy and a very important part of my life. When I was younger, he was the biggest ASSHOLE you can possibly imagine, and I paid him back - it was not very pretty, I assure you. Now, we've both straightened out and I'm grateful that I finally have a relationship with him.
Yeah, more info than you needed, but I'm in a chatty mood and it really is none of my business anyway, I just wanted to make sure you passed along my blessing to your family.
Hey,
I'm never sure whether or not you are getting along with your Dad or not, but today is Father's Day in this country. If you are talking to him, please tell him I said, "Happy Daddy's Day". Your Father has done so much for my family and we are all grateful.
If you aren't talking to/getting along with him, then remember that at least you have a Father. My old ass has just started to appreciate that my Daddy is now healthy and a very important part of my life. When I was younger, he was the biggest ASSHOLE you can possibly imagine, and I paid him back - it was not very pretty, I assure you. Now, we've both straightened out and I'm grateful that I finally have a relationship with him.
Yeah, more info than you needed, but I'm in a chatty mood and it really is none of my business anyway, I just wanted to make sure you passed along my blessing to your family.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Dead Meat
Sean Lennon's Acoustic version...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
I'm Learning
So Daddy comes to town on Saturday and completely ambushes my ass. I even had the pleasure of a "back of the napkin diagram", which he's always uses to draw things since both of us are "visual" types. Anyway, this piques my interest since - even though it took me a decade to graduate college, I still did very well in chemistry and biology as long as you didn't toss math into it. That's actually true, just hard to explain.
Anyway, apparently there is a marriage of convenience between potassium and sodium that we all need in our bodies. Doc has me on something that has eliminated both from my system. When you piss greener than the grass in your yard, you gotta know something is wrong. But, I've been told I look "more rested". I'd call it more, "half dead", but the ultimate goal is in the cross-hairs. Of course, "more rested" could be because I slept for 14 straight hours yesterday and I actually didn't get up until 8:30 and that was only due to hearing Day-Day puking up bile in the bathroom. At least it wasn't cat vomit and it wasn't aimed at me. I've told him about the hamburger recall - or maybe I haven't - but something tells me that may have something to do with his diet.
Oh, and speaking of another thing that I never want to hear while I'm doing this??? "Be patient". I will find a loaded shotgun and I will consider you a clay pigeon.
But, who am I to talk about diet? I have none, but I have to take a pill that has so many warning labels on it, it scares the shit out of me. I might as well be on nuclear medicine. Daddy even said that to O.D. on this little fucking yellow pill could kill me. Guess what, Pop, there's no chance in hell I'm overdosing on this one. One of the labels says, "DO NOT LAY DOWN 30 MINUTES AFTER TAKING THIS DRUG". I found out why it says that around 5AM. Yuck. No details needed here, just think cat and Day-Day. Now the cramps will really be an issue today.
If you want to know more about how important diet is to your health, read this...
http://waltonfeed.com/self/health/vit-min/potnsalt.html
It's pretty basic and actually an interesting read if you're into cellular activity. There is a book that I read a long time ago called, "The Lives of a Cell" by Thomas Lewis. When you think of human physiology, this really will enlighten you to the understanding of how small our universe really is and how much we take for granted the little (pardon the pun) things that make us who we really are.
Speaking of chemistry, I finally leveled out the Ph in Bubba's tank. He's happier and a much more healthier, all around Beta, but I killed one of the plecos in the process. Circle of life? - or maybe survival of the fittest?
Shit, I'm getting way too philosophical in my old age.
Anyway, apparently there is a marriage of convenience between potassium and sodium that we all need in our bodies. Doc has me on something that has eliminated both from my system. When you piss greener than the grass in your yard, you gotta know something is wrong. But, I've been told I look "more rested". I'd call it more, "half dead", but the ultimate goal is in the cross-hairs. Of course, "more rested" could be because I slept for 14 straight hours yesterday and I actually didn't get up until 8:30 and that was only due to hearing Day-Day puking up bile in the bathroom. At least it wasn't cat vomit and it wasn't aimed at me. I've told him about the hamburger recall - or maybe I haven't - but something tells me that may have something to do with his diet.
Oh, and speaking of another thing that I never want to hear while I'm doing this??? "Be patient". I will find a loaded shotgun and I will consider you a clay pigeon.
But, who am I to talk about diet? I have none, but I have to take a pill that has so many warning labels on it, it scares the shit out of me. I might as well be on nuclear medicine. Daddy even said that to O.D. on this little fucking yellow pill could kill me. Guess what, Pop, there's no chance in hell I'm overdosing on this one. One of the labels says, "DO NOT LAY DOWN 30 MINUTES AFTER TAKING THIS DRUG". I found out why it says that around 5AM. Yuck. No details needed here, just think cat and Day-Day. Now the cramps will really be an issue today.
If you want to know more about how important diet is to your health, read this...
http://waltonfeed.com/self/health/vit-min/potnsalt.html
It's pretty basic and actually an interesting read if you're into cellular activity. There is a book that I read a long time ago called, "The Lives of a Cell" by Thomas Lewis. When you think of human physiology, this really will enlighten you to the understanding of how small our universe really is and how much we take for granted the little (pardon the pun) things that make us who we really are.
Speaking of chemistry, I finally leveled out the Ph in Bubba's tank. He's happier and a much more healthier, all around Beta, but I killed one of the plecos in the process. Circle of life? - or maybe survival of the fittest?
Shit, I'm getting way too philosophical in my old age.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
By Far, One of the BEST Times of the Week
Sunday morning from about 6-10 in the morning. This is when we are legally allowed to water and my outdoor things need water. We all need water and even the squirrels, birds, and even those evil rodents and insects need it. The pecans not as much since they've seen a 50-year drought before, but everything else - hell, we're barely into June and all of the dogwoods, hydrangeas (everything), have gone into stress and the last thing I need right now is a 200 lb pecan branch coming through the roof.
It is really weird to accept Nature sometimes. I can go out there and throw water on the plants and trees, which inevitably bring the squirrels and birds, which my outdoor cats inevitably hunt to kill --- to bring back to me so as to say "thank you" for the neutering, cat food, and fresh water (not necessarily in that order). Circle of life, folks.
A drought is not a good thing if you happen to be a "water person" or anything living on this planet. This is why I would probably choose British Columbia or the Tropics for my permanent residence. But as it is, I'll settle for baths and days we can legally water. And Shirley is going to raise the rate - AGAIN? If it weren't for the critters drowning, I'd set up the kiddy-pool. At least the mosquitoes aren't bad for the first time. Again, circle of life.
And, it's Sunday. It will be 94 degrees today and if you go into your yard and your fucking WEEDS are dead and you hear crunch-crunch with every step....that means inside w/ AC, reading, nappy, movies.
Oh, and the best thing about Sunday morning? --- "99X - Organic X" on Sunday morning from 7AM to 12. I see nappy to mellow tunes on the horizon and a Braves boy made #1 on SportsCenter!
Who took their meds early?
It is really weird to accept Nature sometimes. I can go out there and throw water on the plants and trees, which inevitably bring the squirrels and birds, which my outdoor cats inevitably hunt to kill --- to bring back to me so as to say "thank you" for the neutering, cat food, and fresh water (not necessarily in that order). Circle of life, folks.
A drought is not a good thing if you happen to be a "water person" or anything living on this planet. This is why I would probably choose British Columbia or the Tropics for my permanent residence. But as it is, I'll settle for baths and days we can legally water. And Shirley is going to raise the rate - AGAIN? If it weren't for the critters drowning, I'd set up the kiddy-pool. At least the mosquitoes aren't bad for the first time. Again, circle of life.
And, it's Sunday. It will be 94 degrees today and if you go into your yard and your fucking WEEDS are dead and you hear crunch-crunch with every step....that means inside w/ AC, reading, nappy, movies.
Oh, and the best thing about Sunday morning? --- "99X - Organic X" on Sunday morning from 7AM to 12. I see nappy to mellow tunes on the horizon and a Braves boy made #1 on SportsCenter!
Who took their meds early?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Nappy Time
I finally got my evil medication that will allow me 8 hours of sleep. Sadly, it will not be the same "8 hours" everyone else seems to think is so important, but even Daddy says, "Eight hours, is eight hours". So, I'm pretending I'm in fucking Prague, where it is almost 8PM and sleepy-time is the one mark. Of course, the meds will take a few hours to kick in, but I'm ready for a long nappy. However, when your breakfast and lunch consists of a piece of cheese, things probably still aren't that great.
For fuck sake - get rid of these godamn cramps or I really will find get my shotgun.
Then comes the farm equipment.
That should have me up in about 10 hours. BE-U-TEE-FULL.
ON ANOTHER NOTE ----- Now, the (oh, so wonderful/knowledgeable) CDC now says that the idio-oso is not contagious? Because, his new Daddy works at the CDC??? Excuse the fuck out of me? Hmmmmmmm, am I being too suspicious here?
Oh yeah, and Putin and Georgie had a "sit down". I wonder if it's just the drug or do I see something ugly on the horizon. Please ask the Muslims in Chechnya what they think about this fun-fun get together. They still haven't fixed Chernoble, what makes them think that (with Bush backing them), they can fix Russia? Oh, here's an idea ---- NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Unless, anyone not Muslim (extremist--in the biggest sense) is not on-board, I think we are fuck-ed. Why not just take the "tent" off of Chernoble ---------easy, fast, cheap.
That's enough since this wonderful med has kicked in and, well, nappy is coming on fast. Good day, all.
For fuck sake - get rid of these godamn cramps or I really will find get my shotgun.
Then comes the farm equipment.
That should have me up in about 10 hours. BE-U-TEE-FULL.
ON ANOTHER NOTE ----- Now, the (oh, so wonderful/knowledgeable) CDC now says that the idio-oso is not contagious? Because, his new Daddy works at the CDC??? Excuse the fuck out of me? Hmmmmmmm, am I being too suspicious here?
Oh yeah, and Putin and Georgie had a "sit down". I wonder if it's just the drug or do I see something ugly on the horizon. Please ask the Muslims in Chechnya what they think about this fun-fun get together. They still haven't fixed Chernoble, what makes them think that (with Bush backing them), they can fix Russia? Oh, here's an idea ---- NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Unless, anyone not Muslim (extremist--in the biggest sense) is not on-board, I think we are fuck-ed. Why not just take the "tent" off of Chernoble ---------easy, fast, cheap.
That's enough since this wonderful med has kicked in and, well, nappy is coming on fast. Good day, all.
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