February 24, 2008
Grab a six pack, or a bottle, and follow me.
February 16, 2008
I just mailed off a wedding card... had a hell of a time trying to get them a gift. Macy's, Target, Sears... none of them had what I was looking for.
Why don't folks register with a liquor store?
February 12, 2008
Comments are back (sometimes), but I'm not...
February 11, 2008
I'm kinda tired of Fluffy shittin' all over. I'm outta here...
'Course, by that, I mean that I'm going to my old house for awhile.
At least until someone puts that mutt down...
February 10, 2008
So instead, I'll just wish Mo a very Happy Birthday here!
Faith in Humanity?
It is not wise, to go, on a Sunday afternoon, to the world that Walton built.
Any liking I've developed for folks has been shot to hell.
February 09, 2008
Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry.. Sage avdice. That's cool, but who giveth the advice? A wise man, or the herb? Or was this bit of wisdom the result of ingestion of an herb?
Let me further suggest to you: Never go grocery shopping when you're hungry OR THIRSTY.
Just a handy bit of counsel as I sit here drinking large glasses of gin and grapefruit jice, and chowing down on this, and also this. Yeah, you read that second one right... Cherrry and Chili. Lemme tell you that this shit rocks.
I don't believe I will inteniotnally buy anymore tanqueray. Not that it's bad, but I've experienced something I never did with Sapphire or Stellar. Too much gin in your glass is not a bad thing, with those two beverages. Well, I don't really think it's too bad when you accidentally poir too much tanqueray, either...
I've just never drank a doctor's office before...
February 07, 2008
Sweary bits included
February 04, 2008
Well, the error wasn't an SS issue, or anything interesting like that. I had to go back through all of my check stubs, but I finally found where it occurred.
My company has never paid for moving anyone before. This "error" was a part of that. Basically, they "paid" me an amount that, after taxes, would leave me with my allowance amount... which was originally going to be cash.
It's all straightened out, now, but it cost me a good part of Friday night trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Again, if you don't save your check stubs, you should rethink that...
February 03, 2008
Didn't sleep much last night. Not sure why, other than my brain never shut off. I'm not saying that it ever actually engaged... it was just stuck in the "ON" position.
Today, they're calling for rain. I type this as the sunlight blasts through my blinds. There are plenty of clouds in the sky, so there's a decent chance that it will happen later... it rained off and on for most of the night. Normally, that's relaxing...
I lay awake for long periods of time last night, just thinking. I'd been over to Eric's site, earlier, and he always seems to make folks think. Well, think and wonder. Whereas, I just tend to make folks wonder. Anyway, I was thinking about a post he had written about his dad and lessons he taught, and I got thinking of my childhood... and then my thoughts really started to wander.
While pondering lessons learned as a youngster, the rain falling steadily, I found myself thinking of the hog barn and the sows farrowing. And then the radio playing softly in the background, to keep the hogs at ease. The radio was set to WMAQ, 670 AM... and this was long before it became talk radio. It was still country at that time. "WMAQ is gonna make me rich!!!" They also played the White Sox games on air.
All night long, someone would be out in that barn, with the Statler Brothers, Dolly Parton, Crystal Gayle, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson and other country "greats" sharing the warm smells of fresh straw and newly hatched piglets. The last year we did this, I remember "Every Which Way but Loose" was a hit... Eddie Rabbitt.
Now I'm thinking of the rabbits that we used to raise. Both for meat and show. Ma used to do some serious butchering on some rabbits. She and my pa had fined tuned it, and when Pa passed away, it didn't slow her much. Skinning and butchering were an art form.
Same with ducks and chickens (I thought I'd blogged it before, but I can't find it)... you get her and my (third) cousin's ma together, and they were a force to be reckoned with. (Yeah, that's a preposition hanging there...) They'd have tiles, field tiles (which are round tubes), standing on end... that was to bleed them out. Cut a head off, stuff'em in a tile, cut a head off, stuff'em in a tile. Next thing you know, they'd have'em dunked (in boiling water) and plucked. Then cut and gut... washed out, bagged, and you've got chicken in the freezer. 'Twas an impressive sight...
Ma and a good friend of hers also set up another disassembly line, once those little piglets got older. CASTRATION. One held the little boar wannabe, while the other sliced, stitched, and disinfected. Luckily, there was no saving of the oysters. I remember listening to the squeals of the little bastards, and then, once they were put down to go on their way, the new barrows walking away like nothing had happened.
I thought I heard thunder, but I can't tell if that's a train, or if it really is one of the gods whimpering. (The gods aren't nearly as vocal, out here, as they are back home.) But the thunder gets me jamming on one of my all time favorite tunes. I've been listening to this album alot, lately. It's a great way to jumpstart your day.
Now Eddie Rabbit is back... and I'm stuck with his tune. It's not a bad song, but c'mon... jumping between Slayer and Rabbitt? Raining Rabbits...
What the hell was the point of this yammering??? Oh yeah, I didn't sleep much. Perhaps I'm a little delirious. I don't know.
Eddie Rabbitt. Slayer. My Ma... the Rabbit Slayer.
Thank you for attending this morning's services. Don't forget to pay me your tithes and offerings.
Cookies will do, too...
Second thought: Maybe the message of this post was, "Don't jack with my ma. You'll be cut up and in the freezer before you know you're dead."
And maybe not...
February 02, 2008
It's Saturday. That's pretty much like any other day, except that it's got Satur. That's usually a good thing, and it has proven so today.
I should be out and about, but I'm not. I'm cleaning... by typing.
Anna sent me an article about the Berkeley bullshit, that had me trying to find words to put together a post. As Tammi pointed out, Mike the Marine says it best... so much for my description of Code Pink slapfights driving back our enemies.
Damn... I'm seriously craving some molasses cookies. I ran over to the store, and bought some Pepperidge Farms Soft Molasses cookies. They're good, but not my great grandma's cookies. I'm seriously jonesing for some that are just like Grandma's...
Meantime, I'll just eat what's left of the bag. Just so they don't go to waste. Ditto the bag of Dark Chocolate Brownie Cookies that have somehow made their way here. (I saw "Dark Chocolate," and I blacked out.)
Ah, suppose I better go back to cleaning... and drinking beer. And eating cookies. And reading blogs.
Gott, I'm a lazy bastard...
February 01, 2008
I just found a container, in my lunch box, that had held tuna helper. It's been in there for a little over a week. I knew it was going to be nasty, but I had no idea what to expect. Criminy...
As I popped the lid (it smelled like a frickin' litterbox, just after Toonces had dropped a duece), I had a revelation: cat shit reeks the way it does because of fish... especially tuna.
'Course, then I realized that I was overthinking it, and that cat shit stinks because it's shit...