It's happened. I have my blog on my very own domain now.
You can now find Kwaker's Kranky Korner by clicking this link.
Although I don't like Googles upgaded blogger, I still like Google.
Kwakers Kranky Korner
Wednesday, February 21, 2007 at 3:19:00 PM
New Blog Home
Wednesday, February 07, 2007 at 12:38:00 PM
Note To Readers
If you've meandered back to my blog to read the latest, you won't find it here.
The change over from the old blogger to the new one sucks. It's very irritating, and I don't like it.
Not to mention most new themes and crap force you to have that navbar on your page. Can't hide it anymore it seems.
It's as unsightly as seeing a tampon string hanging out from some broads skirt.
So I'll be trying out another site, either till that pisses me off, they shut my particular page down for some reason or until I can host my own WP blog on my own site at Kwaker.com.
Till then, you'll have to head on over to WP and read.
Later....
The change over from the old blogger to the new one sucks. It's very irritating, and I don't like it.
Not to mention most new themes and crap force you to have that navbar on your page. Can't hide it anymore it seems.
It's as unsightly as seeing a tampon string hanging out from some broads skirt.
So I'll be trying out another site, either till that pisses me off, they shut my particular page down for some reason or until I can host my own WP blog on my own site at Kwaker.com.
Till then, you'll have to head on over to WP and read.
Later....
Thursday, January 25, 2007 at 1:54:00 PM
Various thoughts, bits of rants and general bitching
Myspace ...for some it's a chat hub and people join to keep up with the Jones' and the latest-greatest fad while others join it seems to prey on unsupervised children.
Least that's what the general media consensus says or reports.
Ya either believe it's either a great black hole filled with pedophiles who prey on unsuspecting and often unsupervised children or a great place to meet and stay in touch with friends and or family.
There seems to be no middle ground that is accepted by the mainstream media and sheep-followers. Which is par for the course with said media outlets. Nothing seems to have a gray area anymore. It's either Evil or super-duper fantastico. (Or some other lame-ass gay sounding phrase that's being shoved up our asses for general usage.)
Of course when you're in the media and general publics cross hairs you get the standard law suit frenzy to go right along with it. People suing because they were not keeping an eye on their own children and their children fell prey to the sickos on the net or in the online gaming community. While some online venues should have a certain amount of security and monitoring options for those under age, it's the PARENTS ultimate responsibility to keep their children safe and out of harms way, while their not in school. Then it's the schools responsibility to maintain that safety net around their pupils. Which is lacking in most schools if ya ask me. Because how else do pedophiles and sex offenders get hired if the schools are paying such close attention and if they really care for the students well being and not just the tx dollars each body in attendance gets them?
It's also not lack of funding. Taxpayers have been throwing good money after bad it seems for decades. The powers that be keep dumbing down the standards for a "good education" then wonder why graduates can't read or have basic math skills to enter the work force .
Jobs are going to the better educated foreigners who come here because they're better educated and take advantage of the education they get. If school administrators had their pay based on the salaries generated by their students, maybe they'd the fat in the budgets and the kids would actually learn something . Most teachers do love their jobs and do love to teach and try them damnedest with the tools they're given.
But they should also be held accountable to a degree for what their students are not learning and refuse to send their students off with a below par education. In this state math is no longer apparently important. Since students are not up to par on their math skills, well that's ok, we'll just count the other areas of study and not worry about math right now, seems to be the prevailing attitude.
But yet, the powers that be, want to spend an ass load of "surplus' tax dollars on education? WTF is up with that??
Which makes me wonder where the fuck did this "surplus" come from? On and on they've bitched about various measures that have cut funding for this and that so they, the powers that be, raise taxes on gas and other shit and then now all of the sudden they have a surplus? Seems kind of fishy to me. Seems the taxpayers ought to get that money back.
It shouldn't go to schools or education. Not until the educators and politicians bump those education standards way the fuck up and go back to basics and teach the damn kids something they need to know to go out into the world and get a job.
It used to be a person with an 8th grade education only could read, write and do basic math and get a job. Now we'd be lucky in this day and age for students here to have a 12th grade education and do the same. There's way to much crap being "taught" in the schools system. While extra stuff is great After kids know the basics, it shouldn't take precedence over the basics. Children also need to be taught English. Not Ebonics or some other made up convoluted so called language. We Live in America. We don't live in Africa, Sweden or another country. So learn to speak ,read and use proper English already.
While talking slang and using other geographical terms is nothing new, you'd think with all the blab about being diverse and loving yourself for who you are would make people be themselves. It doesn't. Everyone it seems, wants to be a gangster rapper so they attempt to talk like one. I say attempt because a white guy dressed as though he belongs on Wall Street just isn't believable talking gangsta rap.
They just come off sounding like a fucking idiot.
Speaking of rap, what in the fuck is up with all the rice rider owners who think that the bass in their cars has to be heard for fourteen miles is a good thing? Bass is good, but ya only come of as being obnoxious if it's too loud to be enjoyed. and I like loud music, not that distorted by the bass over blow shit sounding crap you play-and you know who you are
.
It also matters what kind of car or truck you drive, as far as what and how people are going to think of you.
Ya have those that drive those rice burners for gas savings and those who drive them to be what they think is cool. Ya have those that drive tiny trucks jacked up on huge tires to compensate for something they're lacking because they do not look cool. Then there are those men, who drive a Miata or a Fiero. Those cars are made for women. Men who drive them show the rest of the world their lacking in manliness and are feminine to the point of having to drive a girls car. One would wonder just how small your penis is. Oh sure, you can probably still milk a bit of jizz out to knock up a bitch or squirt a titty but come on, there's medical help for your inadequate meat rod...or should I say pencil?
The soccer moms and dufus' that drive the SUV's..now they're either upper income to afford the gas or in debt up to their ass trying to keep up with their cool friends. They're also the fuckers who bitch about other people using gas and oil reserves and want the rest of us to conserve. To them I say a hardy fuck you.
Other people that can fuck the hell off are those fem-nazi cunts. You know the man hater types who would hunt men down in public, strip them of their genitals and wear them on their fanny packs if they could. All men are not dogs and all men don't need to be hated. What the fuck did they do to you?
Sure maybe you were hurt by a man before your womanly mustache started to grow in, but that was probably decades ago . Then again there always seems to be a new crop of these bitches sprouting with the belief that all men are evil and should be punished for being alive. (And ya wonder why men are gay?)
While there are men that are scum, they're not all scum. All men do not need to be bludgened by a fem- nazi judge in divorce court because they have a penis or because they had an affair. Maybe the fella had an affair because you were not woman enough or didn't do to him as he did to you? If your guy(s) go down, then so should you. Learn to suck a dick. Hell, impress your man and swallow it even.
Ya might also make sure you're shaved down there and don't look like sasquatch is clinging to your cooch.
A few hairs in the mouth men don't generally mind, but when they need to floss and use a water pik 'cause you can't shave...that's just fucking gross.
I know I may have offended a few folks today, but I really don't care if i did. The old saying "the truth hurts' springs to mind....
Till the next time...
People never cease to amaze me with their vast stupidity they assume is intelligence .
Least that's what the general media consensus says or reports.
Ya either believe it's either a great black hole filled with pedophiles who prey on unsuspecting and often unsupervised children or a great place to meet and stay in touch with friends and or family.
There seems to be no middle ground that is accepted by the mainstream media and sheep-followers. Which is par for the course with said media outlets. Nothing seems to have a gray area anymore. It's either Evil or super-duper fantastico. (Or some other lame-ass gay sounding phrase that's being shoved up our asses for general usage.)
Of course when you're in the media and general publics cross hairs you get the standard law suit frenzy to go right along with it. People suing because they were not keeping an eye on their own children and their children fell prey to the sickos on the net or in the online gaming community. While some online venues should have a certain amount of security and monitoring options for those under age, it's the PARENTS ultimate responsibility to keep their children safe and out of harms way, while their not in school. Then it's the schools responsibility to maintain that safety net around their pupils. Which is lacking in most schools if ya ask me. Because how else do pedophiles and sex offenders get hired if the schools are paying such close attention and if they really care for the students well being and not just the tx dollars each body in attendance gets them?
It's also not lack of funding. Taxpayers have been throwing good money after bad it seems for decades. The powers that be keep dumbing down the standards for a "good education" then wonder why graduates can't read or have basic math skills to enter the work force .
Jobs are going to the better educated foreigners who come here because they're better educated and take advantage of the education they get. If school administrators had their pay based on the salaries generated by their students, maybe they'd the fat in the budgets and the kids would actually learn something . Most teachers do love their jobs and do love to teach and try them damnedest with the tools they're given.
But they should also be held accountable to a degree for what their students are not learning and refuse to send their students off with a below par education. In this state math is no longer apparently important. Since students are not up to par on their math skills, well that's ok, we'll just count the other areas of study and not worry about math right now, seems to be the prevailing attitude.
But yet, the powers that be, want to spend an ass load of "surplus' tax dollars on education? WTF is up with that??
Which makes me wonder where the fuck did this "surplus" come from? On and on they've bitched about various measures that have cut funding for this and that so they, the powers that be, raise taxes on gas and other shit and then now all of the sudden they have a surplus? Seems kind of fishy to me. Seems the taxpayers ought to get that money back.
It shouldn't go to schools or education. Not until the educators and politicians bump those education standards way the fuck up and go back to basics and teach the damn kids something they need to know to go out into the world and get a job.
It used to be a person with an 8th grade education only could read, write and do basic math and get a job. Now we'd be lucky in this day and age for students here to have a 12th grade education and do the same. There's way to much crap being "taught" in the schools system. While extra stuff is great After kids know the basics, it shouldn't take precedence over the basics. Children also need to be taught English. Not Ebonics or some other made up convoluted so called language. We Live in America. We don't live in Africa, Sweden or another country. So learn to speak ,read and use proper English already.
While talking slang and using other geographical terms is nothing new, you'd think with all the blab about being diverse and loving yourself for who you are would make people be themselves. It doesn't. Everyone it seems, wants to be a gangster rapper so they attempt to talk like one. I say attempt because a white guy dressed as though he belongs on Wall Street just isn't believable talking gangsta rap.
They just come off sounding like a fucking idiot.
Speaking of rap, what in the fuck is up with all the rice rider owners who think that the bass in their cars has to be heard for fourteen miles is a good thing? Bass is good, but ya only come of as being obnoxious if it's too loud to be enjoyed. and I like loud music, not that distorted by the bass over blow shit sounding crap you play-and you know who you are
.
It also matters what kind of car or truck you drive, as far as what and how people are going to think of you.
Ya have those that drive those rice burners for gas savings and those who drive them to be what they think is cool. Ya have those that drive tiny trucks jacked up on huge tires to compensate for something they're lacking because they do not look cool. Then there are those men, who drive a Miata or a Fiero. Those cars are made for women. Men who drive them show the rest of the world their lacking in manliness and are feminine to the point of having to drive a girls car. One would wonder just how small your penis is. Oh sure, you can probably still milk a bit of jizz out to knock up a bitch or squirt a titty but come on, there's medical help for your inadequate meat rod...or should I say pencil?
The soccer moms and dufus' that drive the SUV's..now they're either upper income to afford the gas or in debt up to their ass trying to keep up with their cool friends. They're also the fuckers who bitch about other people using gas and oil reserves and want the rest of us to conserve. To them I say a hardy fuck you.
Other people that can fuck the hell off are those fem-nazi cunts. You know the man hater types who would hunt men down in public, strip them of their genitals and wear them on their fanny packs if they could. All men are not dogs and all men don't need to be hated. What the fuck did they do to you?
Sure maybe you were hurt by a man before your womanly mustache started to grow in, but that was probably decades ago . Then again there always seems to be a new crop of these bitches sprouting with the belief that all men are evil and should be punished for being alive. (And ya wonder why men are gay?)
While there are men that are scum, they're not all scum. All men do not need to be bludgened by a fem- nazi judge in divorce court because they have a penis or because they had an affair. Maybe the fella had an affair because you were not woman enough or didn't do to him as he did to you? If your guy(s) go down, then so should you. Learn to suck a dick. Hell, impress your man and swallow it even.
Ya might also make sure you're shaved down there and don't look like sasquatch is clinging to your cooch.
A few hairs in the mouth men don't generally mind, but when they need to floss and use a water pik 'cause you can't shave...that's just fucking gross.
I know I may have offended a few folks today, but I really don't care if i did. The old saying "the truth hurts' springs to mind....
Till the next time...
People never cease to amaze me with their vast stupidity they assume is intelligence .
Sunday, December 31, 2006 at 4:14:00 PM
The over-used "Year In review" 2006
It's the end of 2006. The very last day of the year today.
I'm both happy and a bit saddened to see it go. It's one more year that I am older.
One more year I've made it through another in spite of troubles, setbacks and upheavals.
In January:
(Jan. 3) Iran stating that it plans to restart work on its “peaceful nuclear energy program",
(Jan. 5) Ariel Sharon (Israeli prime minister) suffering a massive stroke.
(Jan. 20) Results of the first post Saddam Iraqi Election were Released
(Jan. 2) An Explosion Trapped Miners in West Virginia, with only one survivor though previous news reports stated more were alive.
(Jan. 19): New Horizons space craft is set to travel three billion miles over nine years to study Pluto's atmosphere and surface.
January also saw the anticipation of NFL Seahawk fans looking forward to the Super Bowl. Of course we all know now what happened. We all know that the referees were biased and the NFL had scripted the Steelers to win, and that both teams didn't play up to their normal standards.
If you doubt the game was scripted, check out the Steelers record now, without the help of refs.
Sucks, don't it?
As for February:
(Feb. 4 and beyond): The Muslim worlds angry demonstrators smash windows, set fires, and burned flags, protesting cartoons that depict Muhammad in a negative light. Sheesh it's a fuckin' cartoon. It's ok to dilly-dally with harems of women, or little boys but a negative cartoon will send them off on a tangent...and they hate us???
Perhaps, they were really just pissed at the Super Bowl results but didn't ant to admit it.
(Feb. 8): A $415 million, eight-year federal study found that eating a low-fat diet does not decrease the risk of heart disease, cancer, or stroke. That stunned many in the medical community.
(Feb. 10): The XX Olympic Winter Games open in Turin, Italy.
March:
(March 11): Former president of Yugoslavia, Slobodan Milosevic, is found dead in his cell at The Hague.
(March 6): South Dakota Bans Most Abortions Challenging Roe v. Wade, the 1973 Supreme Court decision that legalized the procedure, Gov. Michael Rounds signs measure that outlaws all abortions except when they are necessary to save a woman's life.
(March 31): Major League Baseball Investigated Steroid use by some of it's players. Well it did a half-ass job of it. Nothings changed. It was just a big smoke blowing job for the public benefit. If it wasn't why are those records not qualified with an * ?
March was also a year since his fathers passing. The I can't believe it's been a year as it's still fresh in the memory. Having lost my mom, I know how much losing a parent hurts.
With April, Came the weather warming up ever so slightly.
Iran was once again waving their Nuclear ability around to scare folks, more Mideast fighting, more Govt fuck ups including
(April 20): FDA Rejects Medical Use of Marijuana Contradicting an earlier government report that said otherwise. The Food and Drug Administration issued a statement that says “no sound scientific studies” support the benefit of using marijuana for medical purposes.
What a load of shit. The big drug companies sure have an ass load of lobbying money to keep that policy against drugs that aren't theirs in check, don't they? Can't have them not making their billions of dollars of the backs of sick people and old guys who want boners to fuck them trophy wives with brand new titties.
From April to May to June we saw gas prices on the rise.
It went up and up and up. Some places in the nation were paying $5.00 a gallon for fucking gas.
Some were paying a bit less at $3.00 a gallon. Either way that shit was waaaay to high.
The oil companies took advantage of the disasters and made even bigger killings off their profits, as if last rounds wasn't enough. It's not just business. It's not that they give a fuck,either about the little guy trying to have gas to drive to the store. If they did, there would be alternative Bio-fuel at Every fucking station across the nation. But there is not. I also wanna know where the Hollywood tree-huggers were and are? If you're so damn concerned put your money where your mouth is. Stop driving that Hummer or SUV gas guzzling overpriced p.o.s and actually Do something.
It also makes me wonder, why are so many celebrities concerned with foreign countries and helping to feed and cloth their people, when there are millions of needy in this, their own country? I think it boils down to media coverage, and perception.
It looks better if they're feeding or trying to feed other countries, and ignoring the big bad United States and those U.S. citizens that have made them stars, saw their movies or bought their records. Hell the celebrities don't think they need to think of them. No big deal to them to forget those that helped their stars rise. As long as they get their fame and kudos for charity work.
Charity begins at home, bitch.
The next celebrity I see asking for my hard earned cash to feed some foreign kid in need I'm gonna wanna smack.
In June, there was the addition of the Ford Truck to the household. The Mustang (Marty), was on it's last axles and no longer feasible. It was a bit depressing and sad to see it go. There were a lot of memories associated with that car, and not just only for me. It will always be a fond part of my memories.
The truck is nice though. It's not a teeny weenie pos on matchbox wheels, either. It's got some weight to it and the color inside and out is pretty nice too. Nothing too dramatic and not too boring, either.
July saw :
(July 27): The trial of the former Iraqi president, Saddam Hussein on charges of crimes against humanity ends after nine months.
(July 31): Cuban president hands over power to his brother Raúl while he undergoes surgery on his intestines. It is the first time in 47 years as president that Castro has relinquished control over the country.
July also saw the man turn the big 40. While turning forty didn't end the world nor turn the guy into a geriatric retard overnight, the fact that he was now 40 seemed to trigger bouts of forgetfulness and a bit of depression after realizing he'd been alive all that time, four decades and would one day very soon in his apparent thinking, be needing Viagra and Depends or something. That's a long, long ways off, if needed at all. He's still got that sharp as a knife memory and is quite capable of peeing in the bowl.
August:
The U.S Immigrant population was still on the rise- up 16% since 2000.
I have zero problems with those who want to immigrate legally. Those just sneaking into the country need to be shipped back home till they can do it right, and their countries sent a bill for the cost to do so. As they're not here legally so why should the American taxpayer foot the bill for an illegal?
Fuck that noise. And fuck all of you who think otherwise. You bleeding hearts can foot the bill and keep them in your homes, train them for jobs, school their kids etc. If you care so very fucking much and don't give a damn about being law abiding Americans.
(Aug. 24): The FDA allows the over-the-counter sale of contraceptive "Morning After" pill to women over the age of 18. That decision ends a three-year debate. So go ahead, fuck whoever buys you the last drink and takes you home. Fuck the one ya live with and feel free to swallow a pill to kill any conception that may have happened-even if ya won't swallow anything else relating sex. While It's one thing for women to get the pill after rape or incest, getting it just to be sure your fucking around didn't knock your slutty ass up is wrong and just another form of birth control. As if your abortion use for that purpose wasn't enough.
Sure, I believe women have the right to choose.
They can Choose to open their legs and get nailed. They can choose to make sure they have a condom on their man's meat sword to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. But a lot of women don't. They just whore around till they get knocked up and say don't blame me for being a slut who can get a dick in her cooch at the drop of a hat but can't somehow find the the time for appropriate birth control. Give me a break. Just get your damn tubes tied already and fuck to your hearts content. But give up on the faux surprise that a cock in your skanky cooch has somehow knocked ya up.
There was also upheaval at his work place. The Company decided to move everyone to one office. One office in Seattle. That meant either moves or commuting till everyone got moved there, or finding one's ass another job. We also lost our dear Cockatiel Mollie this month too. He was our only remaining 'Tiel, and will be sorely missed.
September:
(Sept. 9): Atlantis takes off after several postponements caused by bad weather and mechanical issues.
(Sept 5): The man grilled a nice steak dinner for my birthday-after he mowed the lawn and after the power went out heating the house up with no fans running. The second Tivo also had issues with the heat and quit working.
(Sept. 11): The United States Marked the Five-Year Anniversary of Terrorists Attack. Thousands gather at the sites of the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks to mourn the loss of life.
Though what have we as Americans on a every day basis truly learned or changed to prevent another attack of that kind? I haven't seen a lot of progress. People live day to day as they always have. We just have a new color code and folks pretending to be more aware. Of course folks have issues with the color code, but come on. Most of us know how stupid people can be so why not get a system that goes back to pre-school colors so everyone can understand it.
Speaking of paying, how the fuck can people charge so damn much to rent a home in the Seattle area? I know taxes are high, (as Washington State taxes almost every thing in the universe,) that being noted, rents are way too Sky-Fucking-High. I understand a bit of profit but do ya have to make it off of just one damn rental?
After lots of discussion and looking for an affordable rental, we decided to look into buying a place of our own. (Something I will say I mentioned before but was poo-pooed at the time I brought it up.)
October:
(Oct 7): We attended a 5+ hour Home-buyers Education Seminar, to be on our way to home Ownership.
It also had us on the road with the financial and credit oriented part of Home Ownership. Yippee! Little did we know at the time how long that process would be.
The end of the man heading to work in Oak Harbor at the local office ended this month, too. No more getting there in 15 minutes or being home to watch the evening news and eat dinner. Guess this is progress.
(Oct 30 ): The commute to Seattle began. We'll see how long everyone can cope with the long ass travels. a 3+ hour drive there and back with traffic isn't fun in thought or otherwise.
Now I've shared rides to work with others before and it goes ok IF everyone sharing foots their fair share of the gas bill.
If not, it ends up being a couple people who pay it all.
It should be a pay the gas money when you get paid so everyone pays their fair share and not just a couple people. Course if the folks paying for the whole bunch don't 'say' anything to the others/deadbeats, they've no reason to bitch a lot about it.
So to all you folks commuting to work with others, pay your share up front, don't make an ass out of yourself by letting others carry your weight.
Speaking of weight I'm tired of all the obesity drama on the news and it being shoved up our asses. If people were not such pigs, and healthy food was not so damn spendy people would eat more of the foods better for them.
Though there are the few fat fucks that eat junk food at every possible chance they have on a daily basis and don't appear to care that they're the size of Jupiter or that because of their size, they have trouble cleaning themselves or end up with some other issue that makes them stink to high heaven with no regard to the others around them in life who have to smell their rotten stinking asses.
Those are the Fat folks the media should be hounding. Not the folks who can't afford to eat right and pay their bills.
November:
Shitty ass weather (Rain, Floods and Wind) and fucking long power outages part I.
I hate being cold and I hate being cold with no power and lights. It sucks and i don't fucking like it.
Then if that Weather-Wonderfuck wasn't enough Mother fucker Nature gives us snow ice and really really cold temperatures. Hooray, the roads are icy and shitty watch all the morons try to drive. It was stay off the fucking roads as much as possible. Because even if you Do have 4 wheel drive, ya don't have 4 wheel brakes, dumbass!
December:
Oh wow, surprise the Pacific Northwest was ass-raped by wind and rain again. Power Outages, CO deaths, drowning in one's own basement and electrocution. Hell what a way to head for a new year!
During The Dark Blow of '06, we lost a Lovebird Felix to the cold of a no heat or lights home. He tried but couldn't pull through, poor guy.
We also had the deaths of James Brown , Former President Gerald R. Ford, and the execution of Saddam Hussein In Iraq (Hooray!!!). James Brown could sing but all the hub-bub they aired for him was a little too much as they focused on funeral guests like Michael Jackson. (Who left the us, in my opinion to be able to diddle with little boys in another country. I could be wrong but doubt it.)
The execution of Saddam was taped so I'm sure it'll end up on You Tube or online elsewhere soon.
Gerald R. Ford is getting a decent send off. But why, oh why, he ever pardoned Richard Nixon I'll never figure out. How is giving a law-breaker a free pass a good thing for the country?
Guess it'll always be one of those things questioned.
But as this day, December 31, 2006 draws to a close, the weather is chilly, dusk is encroaching and the fireworks at the Space Needle are only hours away.
So have a drink, smoke, but no where normal like a bar-You can't do that here- and get laid if ya can, or least of all grab a tittie and treat it well. We'll have to wait and see what 2007 has in store and just how many idiots will make it into the news this year.
So have a stoned-drunk-safe sex-don't drive-drunk kinda night.
Oh Yeah, and Happy Fucking New Year.
I'm both happy and a bit saddened to see it go. It's one more year that I am older.
One more year I've made it through another in spite of troubles, setbacks and upheavals.
In January:
(Jan. 3) Iran stating that it plans to restart work on its “peaceful nuclear energy program",
(Jan. 5) Ariel Sharon (Israeli prime minister) suffering a massive stroke.
(Jan. 20) Results of the first post Saddam Iraqi Election were Released
(Jan. 2) An Explosion Trapped Miners in West Virginia, with only one survivor though previous news reports stated more were alive.
(Jan. 19): New Horizons space craft is set to travel three billion miles over nine years to study Pluto's atmosphere and surface.
January also saw the anticipation of NFL Seahawk fans looking forward to the Super Bowl. Of course we all know now what happened. We all know that the referees were biased and the NFL had scripted the Steelers to win, and that both teams didn't play up to their normal standards.
If you doubt the game was scripted, check out the Steelers record now, without the help of refs.
Sucks, don't it?
As for February:
(Feb. 4 and beyond): The Muslim worlds angry demonstrators smash windows, set fires, and burned flags, protesting cartoons that depict Muhammad in a negative light. Sheesh it's a fuckin' cartoon. It's ok to dilly-dally with harems of women, or little boys but a negative cartoon will send them off on a tangent...and they hate us???
Perhaps, they were really just pissed at the Super Bowl results but didn't ant to admit it.
(Feb. 8): A $415 million, eight-year federal study found that eating a low-fat diet does not decrease the risk of heart disease, cancer, or stroke. That stunned many in the medical community.
(Feb. 10): The XX Olympic Winter Games open in Turin, Italy.
March:
(March 11): Former president of Yugoslavia, Slobodan Milosevic, is found dead in his cell at The Hague.
(March 6): South Dakota Bans Most Abortions Challenging Roe v. Wade, the 1973 Supreme Court decision that legalized the procedure, Gov. Michael Rounds signs measure that outlaws all abortions except when they are necessary to save a woman's life.
(March 31): Major League Baseball Investigated Steroid use by some of it's players. Well it did a half-ass job of it. Nothings changed. It was just a big smoke blowing job for the public benefit. If it wasn't why are those records not qualified with an * ?
March was also a year since his fathers passing. The I can't believe it's been a year as it's still fresh in the memory. Having lost my mom, I know how much losing a parent hurts.
With April, Came the weather warming up ever so slightly.
Iran was once again waving their Nuclear ability around to scare folks, more Mideast fighting, more Govt fuck ups including
(April 20): FDA Rejects Medical Use of Marijuana Contradicting an earlier government report that said otherwise. The Food and Drug Administration issued a statement that says “no sound scientific studies” support the benefit of using marijuana for medical purposes.
What a load of shit. The big drug companies sure have an ass load of lobbying money to keep that policy against drugs that aren't theirs in check, don't they? Can't have them not making their billions of dollars of the backs of sick people and old guys who want boners to fuck them trophy wives with brand new titties.
From April to May to June we saw gas prices on the rise.
It went up and up and up. Some places in the nation were paying $5.00 a gallon for fucking gas.
Some were paying a bit less at $3.00 a gallon. Either way that shit was waaaay to high.
The oil companies took advantage of the disasters and made even bigger killings off their profits, as if last rounds wasn't enough. It's not just business. It's not that they give a fuck,either about the little guy trying to have gas to drive to the store. If they did, there would be alternative Bio-fuel at Every fucking station across the nation. But there is not. I also wanna know where the Hollywood tree-huggers were and are? If you're so damn concerned put your money where your mouth is. Stop driving that Hummer or SUV gas guzzling overpriced p.o.s and actually Do something.
It also makes me wonder, why are so many celebrities concerned with foreign countries and helping to feed and cloth their people, when there are millions of needy in this, their own country? I think it boils down to media coverage, and perception.
It looks better if they're feeding or trying to feed other countries, and ignoring the big bad United States and those U.S. citizens that have made them stars, saw their movies or bought their records. Hell the celebrities don't think they need to think of them. No big deal to them to forget those that helped their stars rise. As long as they get their fame and kudos for charity work.
Charity begins at home, bitch.
The next celebrity I see asking for my hard earned cash to feed some foreign kid in need I'm gonna wanna smack.
In June, there was the addition of the Ford Truck to the household. The Mustang (Marty), was on it's last axles and no longer feasible. It was a bit depressing and sad to see it go. There were a lot of memories associated with that car, and not just only for me. It will always be a fond part of my memories.
The truck is nice though. It's not a teeny weenie pos on matchbox wheels, either. It's got some weight to it and the color inside and out is pretty nice too. Nothing too dramatic and not too boring, either.
July saw :
(July 27): The trial of the former Iraqi president, Saddam Hussein on charges of crimes against humanity ends after nine months.
(July 31): Cuban president hands over power to his brother Raúl while he undergoes surgery on his intestines. It is the first time in 47 years as president that Castro has relinquished control over the country.
July also saw the man turn the big 40. While turning forty didn't end the world nor turn the guy into a geriatric retard overnight, the fact that he was now 40 seemed to trigger bouts of forgetfulness and a bit of depression after realizing he'd been alive all that time, four decades and would one day very soon in his apparent thinking, be needing Viagra and Depends or something. That's a long, long ways off, if needed at all. He's still got that sharp as a knife memory and is quite capable of peeing in the bowl.
August:
The U.S Immigrant population was still on the rise- up 16% since 2000.
I have zero problems with those who want to immigrate legally. Those just sneaking into the country need to be shipped back home till they can do it right, and their countries sent a bill for the cost to do so. As they're not here legally so why should the American taxpayer foot the bill for an illegal?
Fuck that noise. And fuck all of you who think otherwise. You bleeding hearts can foot the bill and keep them in your homes, train them for jobs, school their kids etc. If you care so very fucking much and don't give a damn about being law abiding Americans.
(Aug. 24): The FDA allows the over-the-counter sale of contraceptive "Morning After" pill to women over the age of 18. That decision ends a three-year debate. So go ahead, fuck whoever buys you the last drink and takes you home. Fuck the one ya live with and feel free to swallow a pill to kill any conception that may have happened-even if ya won't swallow anything else relating sex. While It's one thing for women to get the pill after rape or incest, getting it just to be sure your fucking around didn't knock your slutty ass up is wrong and just another form of birth control. As if your abortion use for that purpose wasn't enough.
Sure, I believe women have the right to choose.
They can Choose to open their legs and get nailed. They can choose to make sure they have a condom on their man's meat sword to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. But a lot of women don't. They just whore around till they get knocked up and say don't blame me for being a slut who can get a dick in her cooch at the drop of a hat but can't somehow find the the time for appropriate birth control. Give me a break. Just get your damn tubes tied already and fuck to your hearts content. But give up on the faux surprise that a cock in your skanky cooch has somehow knocked ya up.
There was also upheaval at his work place. The Company decided to move everyone to one office. One office in Seattle. That meant either moves or commuting till everyone got moved there, or finding one's ass another job. We also lost our dear Cockatiel Mollie this month too. He was our only remaining 'Tiel, and will be sorely missed.
September:
(Sept. 9): Atlantis takes off after several postponements caused by bad weather and mechanical issues.
(Sept 5): The man grilled a nice steak dinner for my birthday-after he mowed the lawn and after the power went out heating the house up with no fans running. The second Tivo also had issues with the heat and quit working.
(Sept. 11): The United States Marked the Five-Year Anniversary of Terrorists Attack. Thousands gather at the sites of the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks to mourn the loss of life.
Though what have we as Americans on a every day basis truly learned or changed to prevent another attack of that kind? I haven't seen a lot of progress. People live day to day as they always have. We just have a new color code and folks pretending to be more aware. Of course folks have issues with the color code, but come on. Most of us know how stupid people can be so why not get a system that goes back to pre-school colors so everyone can understand it.
Speaking of paying, how the fuck can people charge so damn much to rent a home in the Seattle area? I know taxes are high, (as Washington State taxes almost every thing in the universe,) that being noted, rents are way too Sky-Fucking-High. I understand a bit of profit but do ya have to make it off of just one damn rental?
After lots of discussion and looking for an affordable rental, we decided to look into buying a place of our own. (Something I will say I mentioned before but was poo-pooed at the time I brought it up.)
October:
(Oct 7): We attended a 5+ hour Home-buyers Education Seminar, to be on our way to home Ownership.
It also had us on the road with the financial and credit oriented part of Home Ownership. Yippee! Little did we know at the time how long that process would be.
The end of the man heading to work in Oak Harbor at the local office ended this month, too. No more getting there in 15 minutes or being home to watch the evening news and eat dinner. Guess this is progress.
(Oct 30 ): The commute to Seattle began. We'll see how long everyone can cope with the long ass travels. a 3+ hour drive there and back with traffic isn't fun in thought or otherwise.
Now I've shared rides to work with others before and it goes ok IF everyone sharing foots their fair share of the gas bill.
If not, it ends up being a couple people who pay it all.
It should be a pay the gas money when you get paid so everyone pays their fair share and not just a couple people. Course if the folks paying for the whole bunch don't 'say' anything to the others/deadbeats, they've no reason to bitch a lot about it.
So to all you folks commuting to work with others, pay your share up front, don't make an ass out of yourself by letting others carry your weight.
Speaking of weight I'm tired of all the obesity drama on the news and it being shoved up our asses. If people were not such pigs, and healthy food was not so damn spendy people would eat more of the foods better for them.
Though there are the few fat fucks that eat junk food at every possible chance they have on a daily basis and don't appear to care that they're the size of Jupiter or that because of their size, they have trouble cleaning themselves or end up with some other issue that makes them stink to high heaven with no regard to the others around them in life who have to smell their rotten stinking asses.
Those are the Fat folks the media should be hounding. Not the folks who can't afford to eat right and pay their bills.
November:
Shitty ass weather (Rain, Floods and Wind) and fucking long power outages part I.
I hate being cold and I hate being cold with no power and lights. It sucks and i don't fucking like it.
Then if that Weather-Wonderfuck wasn't enough Mother fucker Nature gives us snow ice and really really cold temperatures. Hooray, the roads are icy and shitty watch all the morons try to drive. It was stay off the fucking roads as much as possible. Because even if you Do have 4 wheel drive, ya don't have 4 wheel brakes, dumbass!
December:
Oh wow, surprise the Pacific Northwest was ass-raped by wind and rain again. Power Outages, CO deaths, drowning in one's own basement and electrocution. Hell what a way to head for a new year!
During The Dark Blow of '06, we lost a Lovebird Felix to the cold of a no heat or lights home. He tried but couldn't pull through, poor guy.
We also had the deaths of James Brown , Former President Gerald R. Ford, and the execution of Saddam Hussein In Iraq (Hooray!!!). James Brown could sing but all the hub-bub they aired for him was a little too much as they focused on funeral guests like Michael Jackson. (Who left the us, in my opinion to be able to diddle with little boys in another country. I could be wrong but doubt it.)
The execution of Saddam was taped so I'm sure it'll end up on You Tube or online elsewhere soon.
Gerald R. Ford is getting a decent send off. But why, oh why, he ever pardoned Richard Nixon I'll never figure out. How is giving a law-breaker a free pass a good thing for the country?
Guess it'll always be one of those things questioned.
But as this day, December 31, 2006 draws to a close, the weather is chilly, dusk is encroaching and the fireworks at the Space Needle are only hours away.
So have a drink, smoke, but no where normal like a bar-You can't do that here- and get laid if ya can, or least of all grab a tittie and treat it well. We'll have to wait and see what 2007 has in store and just how many idiots will make it into the news this year.
So have a stoned-drunk-safe sex-don't drive-drunk kinda night.
Oh Yeah, and Happy Fucking New Year.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006 at 4:59:00 PM
Thursday Night Football on the NFL Network aka A Night with Mumbles
It would be so much better if they'd get rid of Bryant Gumble.
He so sucks at comentating on the games. He has no rythum or flow to his blab and his tone is so....dead and monotone I'd rather listen to a herd of cats geting screwed on the back fence. His terminology is off too. Basketball has periods, Football has Quarters, damnit.
You'd think he would have done some prep work before he got on center stage for this gig.
Apparently not, though. If they don't want to get rid of him either train him or give him a labotomy.
It couldn't be much worse than how he is now.
Hell, maybe Kathee Lee Gifford needs a new gig...
He so sucks at comentating on the games. He has no rythum or flow to his blab and his tone is so....dead and monotone I'd rather listen to a herd of cats geting screwed on the back fence. His terminology is off too. Basketball has periods, Football has Quarters, damnit.
You'd think he would have done some prep work before he got on center stage for this gig.
Apparently not, though. If they don't want to get rid of him either train him or give him a labotomy.
It couldn't be much worse than how he is now.
Hell, maybe Kathee Lee Gifford needs a new gig...
Tuesday, December 19, 2006 at 11:14:00 AM
It Blew harder than a $300.00 Call Girl....
In spite of Nature's best efforts to blow all of us off the map, we're still here...well most of us anyhow.The wind speed here was the third highest reported and the wind sounded like a freight train at the height of the storm. It seemed to blow forever and when all the gusting was done it was a cold bitch!
We were without power for 26 hours. Thank God it was not longer as it was bad enough. Thursday the day was pretty much devoted to storm prep, getting things ready and getting the birds situated so they'd be as warm and comfortable as possible knowing we'd lose power at some point.
As the daylight left the wind started to pick up. I was hoping he'd get home in time to make a quick throw a pot-pie in the micro for a hot meal as we'd be on sandwich duty with no power. we did get that last hot meal before the storm knocked power out and watched most of the Seahawks game, if you can call it a game. They played some pretty piss-poor football. Don't give me the "they've had key players injured crap either-don't wanna hear it. They blew almost as much as the wind did later that night. The idea and concept of TACKLING seems to have left most teams in the NFL. Most players seem to do this pansy grab-ass attempt and call that tackling. WTF?
You can't take down a running fucker holding the ball, gently. You have to Grab and Grip the S.O.B.
The coaches need to be bitch slapped or something for not making their players tackle. They should fine'em a thousand bucks per player if they miss a damn tackle. 'Course the NFL itself needs to get rid of the penalty charged after kick-off- that one is fucking useless and isn't really a penalty so what is the point of it?
Anyhow, we turned the game off and threw on a recorded game of Jeopardy as that was less irritating, watched a few other shows till he went to bed. He has to go to bed early as the commute dictates getting up before the ass crack of dawn and dealing with traffic and shit. Glad it's not me sitting in the stuffed car all those hours with smells of exhaust (both human and otherwise), tail lights, stupid drivers and the stench of whatever the fuck it is.
Then after 2 the power goes out.
4 AM comes early and though now power he managed to shower and get ready for work. Little did the band of commuters know, Deception Pass would be closed and they'd have to try and work from the old Oak Harbor office in town.
As Friday turned into afternoon, it was just getting colder. Heat in this old house doesn't stay. Aluminum windows suck it right out so you're left with nothing but bone-chilling cold. I did my best to tend to shit while he was at work, and noticed the little wee lovebird Felix, was shivering. Poor little guy was cold. I held him in my shirt for warmth and tried to warm him up. He ate a few mushed cheerios warmed in my hand and slept. he looked like he was doing better, but he passed on around 3 pm or so. I don't know the exact time as I had no clock right next to me at that moment. It was rough and I miss him. He was one of the quieter Lovbirds, but he still made his presence known. I hope he was greeted with a hearty welcome at The Rainbow Ridge.
The other birds appear to be ok after the cold they endured with us.
(Having no back-up heat in a house that sucks the warm air right outside truly sucks gangrene nutsacks!)
Friday night, we had a meal of cold sandwiches, chips and Pepsi's . It tasted good being hungry and cold, though I don't want another sandwich for awhile, as I associate them with cold and no power, after this Fall in the P.N.W.
It was see-your-breath-in-the-air cold in this house, least in the living room and bathroom. It is not a good thing to be shivering one's ass off trying to pee by the light of flashlight while seeing your breath hit the air. I hate cold bathrooms to begin with but that was Really fucking cold!
After listening to the local ABC station Komo1000 on the radio flashlight for hours, we heard that the Island would probably have power around midnight.
I watched the clock waiting and waiting, freezing, waiting, dosing a bit. Then midnight came and went. Damn power was still off.
Oh well, figured I'd try and sleep and hope it came on before morning or early am daylight at the latest.
At 3:51 am the power was back on! Thank God!! It was nice to start thawing out.
It took till midday Saturday to get the living room to so-so warm after being so cold, but we were thankful the heat was back on nevertheless. There are still folks without power and heat in the area, and I truly feel for them. It sucks. But a person can not depend on anyone, City, State or Government to take care of them 24/7. Some times you have to fend for yourself. It's sad so many are suffering from CO poisoning, but I understand why. Trying to keep warm after Days of no heat and no power can get old really fast and start to wear on you.
I hope they get it turned on sooner rather than later.
I also hope the next two windstorms coming Wednesday and Saturday, don't knock the power out again for any length of time.
I'm tired of being cold. I'm tired of wind, and it's not even Winter yet, damnit.
R.I.P. Felix
Wednesday, December 06, 2006 at 11:48:00 AM
Too much coffee makes ya pee
Thank goodness it's not snowing.
The few days we had snow in this area sucked ass.
It was WAY to fucking cold and most people in this area can't drive for shit in the snow or ice.
The good thing was that it looked really pretty and the man got to work from home for a few days rather than risk life and limb trying to get to Seattle.
..and yes he's still doing the commute..least till we move up yonder.. no make that down yonder.
Hopefully it's before the New Year but it's so slow going, I'm beginning to wonder.
Of course with the Christmas season creeping up our asses to add to the stress doesn't help. Folks forget why we have the holiday and stress even more about buying shit. I'm not materialistic so it's not a big thing. I like the lights the smells and the food. Course that doesn't help my ass fat:) But at least I don't need a rag on a stick to wash myself....
Christmas does make me really miss my mom, though.
It's hard to fathom it'll be 4 years in January since she's been gone. It doesn't seem that long.
Time is supposed to heal wounds but I think with a loss of a loved one, time just scabs it over till your next big reminder that that person is no longer here to share something with. It does help to have some family members on eis close with. I have a few, the others...well I am the type to try and keep in touch but after awhile, when you're the only one calling or writing and ya have to initiate any contact it gets real old-real fast. The phone works both ways and if you don't have the time for me, the fuck if I'll bother to call you, either.
There appears to be progress on the Sperm Donor front...and I repeat "appears".
I'm betting his few acts of kindness and doing the right thing is a precursor to something that's probably no good.
I could be wrong and the leopard coulda changed his spots-But I doubt it.
Time will tell though. and I always seem to hold onto that thread of hope for folks. Though I've learned not to put my whole heart into that hope...even though that took years.
Although I've movin, Christmas and family stress, I don't have the stress of an upcoming wedding to add to it. A very dear friend who's more like a sister will be married in January. Though it is techinically her second (and his) marriage, it's probably closer to a first in all the ways that count.
I truly wish her and him all the best-though I Still don't know what they need as in wedding gifts so I may just send her a a case of Lube and a box of Calgon...or a big stuffed Winnie The Pooh bear:)
And if ever comes the day when I do "tie-the-knot", it won't be one of those huge affairs, as that's just not my thing and never has been.
I like to keep things simple. like a Justice of the Peace, a few friends, some family and leave it at that. But I will insist on the fella wearing a suit or tux. and if it takes nagging, whining, bitching, throwing a tizzy fit, it'll happen. (Hell, I'd even resort to that too often used by bitches tactic of crying....if that's what it takes.)
I don't see me having to worry about that anytime soon though, and that's okay.
I'm happy, and that's all that matters.
So if I don't get post to this thing again before Christmas, have a good one.
Enjoy the little things in life that make it all worth while, and smoke'em if ya got'em, green or other wise.
The few days we had snow in this area sucked ass.
It was WAY to fucking cold and most people in this area can't drive for shit in the snow or ice.
The good thing was that it looked really pretty and the man got to work from home for a few days rather than risk life and limb trying to get to Seattle.
..and yes he's still doing the commute..least till we move up yonder.. no make that down yonder.
Hopefully it's before the New Year but it's so slow going, I'm beginning to wonder.
Of course with the Christmas season creeping up our asses to add to the stress doesn't help. Folks forget why we have the holiday and stress even more about buying shit. I'm not materialistic so it's not a big thing. I like the lights the smells and the food. Course that doesn't help my ass fat:) But at least I don't need a rag on a stick to wash myself....
Christmas does make me really miss my mom, though.
It's hard to fathom it'll be 4 years in January since she's been gone. It doesn't seem that long.
Time is supposed to heal wounds but I think with a loss of a loved one, time just scabs it over till your next big reminder that that person is no longer here to share something with. It does help to have some family members on eis close with. I have a few, the others...well I am the type to try and keep in touch but after awhile, when you're the only one calling or writing and ya have to initiate any contact it gets real old-real fast. The phone works both ways and if you don't have the time for me, the fuck if I'll bother to call you, either.
There appears to be progress on the Sperm Donor front...and I repeat "appears".
I'm betting his few acts of kindness and doing the right thing is a precursor to something that's probably no good.
I could be wrong and the leopard coulda changed his spots-But I doubt it.
Time will tell though. and I always seem to hold onto that thread of hope for folks. Though I've learned not to put my whole heart into that hope...even though that took years.
Although I've movin, Christmas and family stress, I don't have the stress of an upcoming wedding to add to it. A very dear friend who's more like a sister will be married in January. Though it is techinically her second (and his) marriage, it's probably closer to a first in all the ways that count.
I truly wish her and him all the best-though I Still don't know what they need as in wedding gifts so I may just send her a a case of Lube and a box of Calgon...or a big stuffed Winnie The Pooh bear:)
And if ever comes the day when I do "tie-the-knot", it won't be one of those huge affairs, as that's just not my thing and never has been.
I like to keep things simple. like a Justice of the Peace, a few friends, some family and leave it at that. But I will insist on the fella wearing a suit or tux. and if it takes nagging, whining, bitching, throwing a tizzy fit, it'll happen. (Hell, I'd even resort to that too often used by bitches tactic of crying....if that's what it takes.)
I don't see me having to worry about that anytime soon though, and that's okay.
I'm happy, and that's all that matters.
So if I don't get post to this thing again before Christmas, have a good one.
Enjoy the little things in life that make it all worth while, and smoke'em if ya got'em, green or other wise.
Monday, November 06, 2006 at 3:58:00 PM
Just another post to this motherfucking blog people so wanted me to write...
Well, here it is the second week of that God-awful commute shit. Though *I* don't have to drive it or ride it, it still sucks royal ass.
No longer do I have the few hours of company at night, no more knowing within 15 minutes of when he'll be home for the night either.
You'd think in this day and age that traffic planners would have a handle on getting major metro areas and their commute routes to be less of an ass pain. But you'd be wrong. Seems very little planning went into it. It doesn't help that a lot of drivers are fucking idiots that can't fucking drive if the weather is rainy, too sunny and all hell breaks loose if there's snow or ice.
One would assume if you live in the Pacific Northwest and have at least two damn brain cells you can drive in any weather here. Hell, even if you're a transplant to the area, you should be able to grasp the learning how to drive here stuff after a few years or a full season of weather. But no, apparently after people get their driver liscense they forget everything they were tested on and drive like old people fuck.. (before Viagra came along). Or else when they were tested they were some semi-cute little broad with big tits no bra and lots of cleavage that magically passed the test 'cause the instructor was too busy tit-gazing to do their damn job.
Whatever the reason, people need to figure out how to drive here.
Of course if there were more companies that telecommuted, did 4/10 work weeks, or gave their employees kudos for carpooling to make a commute less of a pain in the ass and less of a log-jam on the roads, that'd help too.
Not to mention it'd help the environment and reduce the oil usage that many of the tree huggin' latte loving hippie wanna-be's bitch about but actually *do* very little about unless the "issue" is right up their ass or they see a bandwagon they can jump on to be like the dufus next door (or the twat that's so against eating animals but she'll spend $45 on a cup of coffee and have no problem throwing away the container as there's no bottle bill in Wa state.)
So much for forward thinkers, huh? Even Oregon, whom many Washingtonians like to think of as a backward state *has * a bottle bill.
But people here are too tight-assed to pass one. They may have to spend an extra few dollars to save the Earth they so claim to want to save but won't give up Their luxuries to do so. To them I say a big "screw you." and your hippie wanna-be ways. Poseurs.
But hopefully, this long-assed commute crap won't be for too long. Hopefully we'll get a place closer to the workplace and avoid a lot of the on the road with morons time. But it can't be too soon for those doing it, I'm sure.
Not that I'm looking forward to leaving the Island. I'm not. Don't even want to. I'm just trying to make the best of it and go from there.
After all it'll shorten commute time, be closer to other things and a few more choices of take-out places. If ya know me, ya know I'm not one for socializing with other 'hens' or being buddy-buddy with the neighbors.
Most people suck nowadays and ya can't trust them not to use anything ya tell/share with them against you at a future date if it suits their needs or interest. To borrow a few words from Pearl Jam "I'd rather be with an animal".
Call me anti-social, snobbish or whatever. I'll keep to myself as I've nothing to prove nor anyone to impress by being a social butterfly. I don't need to prove to anyone I exist.
If ya know me, great, if ya don't-get to know me through my blog.
It'll probably turn out that I'm far too blunt and too politically incorrect for "Polite Company", and ya won't want me to be in your vicinity or gathering. I'm not known for holding my tongue.
If you're being rude, I'll tell ya, if ya stink I'll tell ya that too.
I'll be me. If ya like me, great, if not, that's ok too, as long as ya base it on who I am not who you think I should be or act.
So, though I'm tending to things at home while waiting for the workday and commute to be over with for one more day and hoping the end of commute hell is not too far off, I can take or leave the upcoming city life and it's "pluses".
It won't make that much difference to me.
As long as I have my critters, my guy, my few friends and hobbies, I'll be fine. As I am quite content with that. Afterall it's the small things in life that matter and make life matter the most.
And if you find that backward, so-last century or a bit too old fashioned-Fuck you, and that SUV you rode in on.
p.s FUCKIN' LEARN HOW TO DRIVE!
No longer do I have the few hours of company at night, no more knowing within 15 minutes of when he'll be home for the night either.
You'd think in this day and age that traffic planners would have a handle on getting major metro areas and their commute routes to be less of an ass pain. But you'd be wrong. Seems very little planning went into it. It doesn't help that a lot of drivers are fucking idiots that can't fucking drive if the weather is rainy, too sunny and all hell breaks loose if there's snow or ice.
One would assume if you live in the Pacific Northwest and have at least two damn brain cells you can drive in any weather here. Hell, even if you're a transplant to the area, you should be able to grasp the learning how to drive here stuff after a few years or a full season of weather. But no, apparently after people get their driver liscense they forget everything they were tested on and drive like old people fuck.. (before Viagra came along). Or else when they were tested they were some semi-cute little broad with big tits no bra and lots of cleavage that magically passed the test 'cause the instructor was too busy tit-gazing to do their damn job.
Whatever the reason, people need to figure out how to drive here.
Of course if there were more companies that telecommuted, did 4/10 work weeks, or gave their employees kudos for carpooling to make a commute less of a pain in the ass and less of a log-jam on the roads, that'd help too.
Not to mention it'd help the environment and reduce the oil usage that many of the tree huggin' latte loving hippie wanna-be's bitch about but actually *do* very little about unless the "issue" is right up their ass or they see a bandwagon they can jump on to be like the dufus next door (or the twat that's so against eating animals but she'll spend $45 on a cup of coffee and have no problem throwing away the container as there's no bottle bill in Wa state.)
So much for forward thinkers, huh? Even Oregon, whom many Washingtonians like to think of as a backward state *has * a bottle bill.
But people here are too tight-assed to pass one. They may have to spend an extra few dollars to save the Earth they so claim to want to save but won't give up Their luxuries to do so. To them I say a big "screw you." and your hippie wanna-be ways. Poseurs.
But hopefully, this long-assed commute crap won't be for too long. Hopefully we'll get a place closer to the workplace and avoid a lot of the on the road with morons time. But it can't be too soon for those doing it, I'm sure.
Not that I'm looking forward to leaving the Island. I'm not. Don't even want to. I'm just trying to make the best of it and go from there.
After all it'll shorten commute time, be closer to other things and a few more choices of take-out places. If ya know me, ya know I'm not one for socializing with other 'hens' or being buddy-buddy with the neighbors.
Most people suck nowadays and ya can't trust them not to use anything ya tell/share with them against you at a future date if it suits their needs or interest. To borrow a few words from Pearl Jam "I'd rather be with an animal".
Call me anti-social, snobbish or whatever. I'll keep to myself as I've nothing to prove nor anyone to impress by being a social butterfly. I don't need to prove to anyone I exist.
If ya know me, great, if ya don't-get to know me through my blog.
It'll probably turn out that I'm far too blunt and too politically incorrect for "Polite Company", and ya won't want me to be in your vicinity or gathering. I'm not known for holding my tongue.
If you're being rude, I'll tell ya, if ya stink I'll tell ya that too.
I'll be me. If ya like me, great, if not, that's ok too, as long as ya base it on who I am not who you think I should be or act.
So, though I'm tending to things at home while waiting for the workday and commute to be over with for one more day and hoping the end of commute hell is not too far off, I can take or leave the upcoming city life and it's "pluses".
It won't make that much difference to me.
As long as I have my critters, my guy, my few friends and hobbies, I'll be fine. As I am quite content with that. Afterall it's the small things in life that matter and make life matter the most.
And if you find that backward, so-last century or a bit too old fashioned-Fuck you, and that SUV you rode in on.
p.s FUCKIN' LEARN HOW TO DRIVE!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006 at 8:56:00 PM
Sperm Donor, The Epic Novel
I've been trying to put my thoughts into words for awhile now.
Not sure it'll be coherent or articulate, but here goes......
For almost 40 years my parents were married, or what may look and seem like 'parents' to those looking from the outside in. It appeared to have all the usual components, a Mom a dad, children and family pets.
But looks are deceiving.
In reality, it was one woman, married legally to a person who appeared to be a man and a "dad".
Mom in fact, was Both parents rolled into one. She handled the discipline, the fixing of things in and outside the house. As well as the womanly duties of cooking, cleaning, washing, mending clothes and mending children all while holding that convoluted group together.
While it appeared to the outside world, that we were a "normal family", we were not.
Not deep down underneath the facade. The Sperm Donor who called himself "Father" and "Dad" was not either.
It takes more that shooting a load to be a real father and a dad.
Real Dads do not steal from their children's piggy banks.
They do not leave young children in a car they've recklessly put into a creek while trying to make it over a mountain pass in winter time with no snow tires or chains-.
Just because their wife did once before with no children in the car, Dickard couldn't have a woman be 'better' than himself.
My sister and I sat in that car, which could have went all the way into that creek at any moment, while he got out "to get help". We were on our way home from my maternal grandparents house, so we went back, there after the car was gotten out of the creek.
Grandpa gave the Dickard chains and made him call mom to let her know us kids were ok, though he didn't want to.
As we were late arriving home, mom had already called the state police to see if there had been an accident or something after calling her parents and finding that we had left their place already.
They told her there was a red and white Pontiac in the creek but didn't know the particulars.
To say she was worried and pissed was an understatement.
It also gave my grandparents just one more reason to hate him.
Reasons which were numerous already.
I ask, would a father, a Real father leave his young children in a car that could any moment go further into a creek and drown those children?
I don't think so.
My mom also had three of us four kids at home, by herself no midwife or medical help.
Although Dickard was in the room, he didn't "do" anything to assist her.
I was in and out of the rooms periodically, while both my brothers were being born.
While it was a couple of the most precious moments in time and I'm glad I got to experience them.
I would have felt better looking back in hindsight if mom had been in a hospital-just in case.
But a certain individual didn't want to pay for that. Too much money, and mom was a trooper.
She did a lot for those she loved. She was no saint, mind you, but she was one of the strongest people I know and will probably ever know.
While growing up, most of us kids had jobs of various types, (at what I'm told now, were young ages)
to help make ends meet.
The "so-called provider" didn't want to keep the good jobs he had over the years. He didn't want to take instructions, follow orders or be told what to do, even though he had benefits and future pay raises to look forward to. No, that was asking too much of him to be a man and work for a living to support his family.
He'd rather live off the state and be on assistance of some kind than step-up and work.
He even, at one time got student loans and grants to go to college. Most of that take home work, typing and such was done by my mom and my older sister, so he could get a degree and we could, as a family better ourselves.
However, he had one credit left to get his B.A. in Business. That credit was to do Public Speaking and the like.
He didn't. Once again it didn't suit him, he didn't even try. So the family ended up with more debts, and nothing to show for it.
Feeding and clothing his family fell to the state and relatives, untill most of us kids were old enough to earn enough to pay for clothing on our own.
It wasn't just the food we helped buy (or help supplement what the state was paying for, already).
We also paid utilities as well as the individuals Dickard borrowed money from.
Though he always seemed to have money to buy scratch off lottery tickets for himself as well as beers and such.
Then, in the early 1980's he got injured on the job.
For those of you not familiar with the Workers Compensation system as well as fighting insurance companies-It was Hell. Years, and years of hell.
Barely scraping by on an even tighter shoestring. But it gave Dickard a seemingly valid excuse for not working to provide for us. It also let him off for his repayment of those long ago gotten Student Loans with him being declared "Disabled".
He went through multiple surgeries, which were done in a hospital out of town. During one of those surgeries, he left mom with $20.00 to go two weeks for her and us kids. With only that rinky dink amount, topped off with the various bill collectors coming to the door for the money owed to them to keep the lights on and for this and that. It was a very scary situation for us. I remember it well. I also remember my then baby brother J.T. asking if we were gonna have enough food to eat.
Though mom didn't want to, as she had a lot of pride being a stay at home mom, she had to ask her folks for a loan to help us through and pay debts, though not all owed by us as a family. Mom felt obligated, as she was married to Dickard. She did all that and even managed to buy us a couple cheapo dollar store type toys to boot.
Going to school was ok, though we were judged because folks knew who our "father" was and knew what type of a person he was. Folks in that small town knew everybody as many had lived there for generations not to mention many were related to one another, including us.
It didn't help either that Dickard had been in prison. Mom helped us with homework, Home Ec. projects, Art assignments and Science stuff, too.
The people that were are true friends, for the most part didn't hold it against us who or what Dickard was.
So we managed to get an education of sorts and that was that.
I will skip a lot of things and just say that time went on and as us kids got older.
We worked and helped out as we had before.
My sister left the house in the 1990's, so it was just the three of us at home as it took that to keep the family afloat.
Some folks may not understand the concept of staying around to help the family out instead of moving out and doing their own thing. I have old-fashioned values. Couple that with the guilt I felt for years at not being born a son and being "Stupid" (one of Dickards favorite things to call me.)
as well as not wanting my brothers or mom to do without because Dickard seemingly couldn't work.
It just had to be.
Dickard was so comfortable letting others work that he'd show up on the job site come payday to have me sign over my paycheck right away. I was lucky to see much of it, if any. At the time, it was just how things were.
In time I grew to resent the fact that as long as I had money coming in (read: give him and help provide as he was not), I was just good enough for him to talk to. Although I didn't get the respect nor affection one's father gives to their children normally.
Nor did I respect him as a "father" or a man as he was neither in my eyes. Some where deep-down inside I still held out hope that someday because I did all I did to help out the family and because I was a decent person, I'd get his respect, affection and his approval. I know now, that will never happen.
When it came to sticking up for the family, if the need arose, it was mom who did so.
Then mom and my brother J.T. as he got older.
Dickard was and still is a fucking pussy-assed wimp. Hell, on one occasion when he went out to the lodge with mom he was belted in the mouth by another guy.
He just sat there, said and did nothing. Talk about chicken-shit and yellow.
I guess that's why mom was always tough as nails . She had to be, being married to a pussy.
Of course her being a Marine probably added to it as well.
She expected a lot out of herself and expected the same out of us kids. She figured if she could do it, so could we.
She used to say "If ya can live with me and survive you can handle anything." Though tough on us she was also protective, like a mother bear, if you will.
That being said, she could also be a raving bitch at times but I can't really begrudge her that with the shit she had to put up with and all the different "hats" she had to wear.
Time passed and we scraped by and while I was working I was injured on the job. After fighting WC, one do-nothing lawyer & the Insurance Co., I won my case.
More time passed and I eventually left home, myself.
Though happy to be where I was, I also got more guilt trips from Dickard about leaving and taking my money with me as mom and my brothers would be doing without.
I did send money there, for awhile. Untill I realized it was being miss-spent by Dickard .
After the money from me stopped coming, I wasn't worth the time of day to the cocksucker.
After a time, and with a miracle of sorts Dickard got a job, though "disabled". He managed to do hard manual labor type work.
It Seemed since this cash cow left the house he had to actually work some as my brother could only earn so much.
The other brother, (the youngest) wasn't working at that point- to my knowledge and was never one for 'manual labor' to begin with.
I felt like an idiot not to mention feeling used.
If he could work now, why didn't he bother back then?
It was gently but bluntly pointed out that he had a cash cow & slave labor to work so why ruin a good thing?
The more I began to think about things, the more I began to realize and admit to myself things I never wanted to acknowledge.
Dickard never really cared, never at all.
In fact, the last time I was hugged by him, my brother J.T. was still in diapers. I can't recall the last time, if any that he sincerely said he loved me.
He used to tell mom he loved her all the time though usually after an argument, but it didn't always sound that sincere.
Mom and Dickard never hid their arguments from us kids, which was both good and bad. We had (and have) a lot of baggage as we were quite often defending and protecting mom as he would make her cry . He'd wound her so bad with his actions or words (and it took a lot for my mom to cry.)
But by that same token, we weren't under any false assumptions that everything was a-okay or that we lived a picture perfect life. It was at times a very tense household from one reason or another.
Over time, both brothers were working as was Dickard.
Off and on again, here and there, between being fired or "let go".
The youngest brother around the age of 18 "came out of the closet" and moved to The City.
J.T. stayed at home in order to keep helping out
J.T. Kept the cars and truck in good mechanical order as well as the other labor jobs he could do so mom would not have to as much as she used to.
A few years passed and mom was not feeling that well. Dickard wouldn't put out the cash for her to see a doctor when she wanted to.
Us children and moms family asked her to go to the doctor. As time passed, she grew too scared to actually go.
Time seemed to fly by. It got to the point that mom was in so much pain she went to the E.R.
After being admitted and lots of tests, she was told she had Cancer. It had spread too far, by then.
After a brief stay in the hospital she went back to the house. Between hospice, a few dear friends and J.T. she was taken care of.
Dickard, if you're wondering, took the time to yell at her for her needing pain meds and adult diapers that he didn't want to go get for her. He yelled at her for having those needs instead of being a damn husband for a change.
As the Cancer took over, she lost more and more of her independence.
She felt more and more the burden to everyone which was only exemplified by Dickards callous behavior and prickishness.
It came to light, that as she was dying he told her supposedly during talks they had and not just outright or out of the blue , that he never really loved her.
That he stayed "For the Kids".
To tell someone that on their deathbed.
Someone who has spent almost 40 fucking years beside you honoring their wedding vows.
A person who has taken up the slack, spent years doing without and doing for you, is such a cowardly cold thing to do.
Not to mention that it must have hurt her to her very core.
He also made promises to her, on her deathbed nonetheless.
Promises to see her last wishes were kept and carried out. To see that her belongings and family heirlooms were given to whom she wanted, and that her ashes were were with her fathers.
To date, and it's been since January 2003 since mom passed, he's not kept one. NOT ONE, of those deathbed promises he made to her.
He was also not faithful to her.
Since she's been gone he's went from skank to skank to drug infested hoe's and so on.
He also hit on his own sons GF. How fucking sick is that shit?
He then hooked up again with the Twunt Cunt Lipps, who he was seeing while mom lay on her deathbed, though he'd deny it.
A Twunt whom one would need a big bag of flour to find the wet spot (in my opinion) if they didn't find it by smell alone.
This twunt is a piece of work. She/It doesn't like Dickards kids, well all but one.
She just wants to consume all that was and is Moms, for her yeasty self.
She gave Dickard an ultimatum to either stop seeing us kids (those she didn't like) or she'd be gone.
He chose her....
Now he's married to her/it, least that's what was supposed to happen last Saturday. Probably with one of Satan's demons officiating at the ceremony.
My youngest brother was asked to be Best Man, and planned on being there.
I can't at this time talk to him. Not while he's condoning the broken promises not being kept that were made to our mom on her deathbed. As well as condoning the actions of Dickard and Cunt Lipps.
To me it's a betrayal to mom and the rest of the family.
Whenever the cocksucker dies, if he's buried underground and not burnt (well, pre-burnt before being sent to Hell) I plan on pissing on his damn grave, or paying someone to do it for me after they dance on it.
I'm also throwing a "Ding Dong The Dickards Dead" party.
It'll be a joyous occasion for the world to be rid of that black cloud.
..and no I'm not really bitter. Just sickened.
Not sure it'll be coherent or articulate, but here goes......
For almost 40 years my parents were married, or what may look and seem like 'parents' to those looking from the outside in. It appeared to have all the usual components, a Mom a dad, children and family pets.
But looks are deceiving.
In reality, it was one woman, married legally to a person who appeared to be a man and a "dad".
Mom in fact, was Both parents rolled into one. She handled the discipline, the fixing of things in and outside the house. As well as the womanly duties of cooking, cleaning, washing, mending clothes and mending children all while holding that convoluted group together.
While it appeared to the outside world, that we were a "normal family", we were not.
Not deep down underneath the facade. The Sperm Donor who called himself "Father" and "Dad" was not either.
It takes more that shooting a load to be a real father and a dad.
Real Dads do not steal from their children's piggy banks.
They do not leave young children in a car they've recklessly put into a creek while trying to make it over a mountain pass in winter time with no snow tires or chains-.
Just because their wife did once before with no children in the car, Dickard couldn't have a woman be 'better' than himself.
My sister and I sat in that car, which could have went all the way into that creek at any moment, while he got out "to get help". We were on our way home from my maternal grandparents house, so we went back, there after the car was gotten out of the creek.
Grandpa gave the Dickard chains and made him call mom to let her know us kids were ok, though he didn't want to.
As we were late arriving home, mom had already called the state police to see if there had been an accident or something after calling her parents and finding that we had left their place already.
They told her there was a red and white Pontiac in the creek but didn't know the particulars.
To say she was worried and pissed was an understatement.
It also gave my grandparents just one more reason to hate him.
Reasons which were numerous already.
I ask, would a father, a Real father leave his young children in a car that could any moment go further into a creek and drown those children?
I don't think so.
My mom also had three of us four kids at home, by herself no midwife or medical help.
Although Dickard was in the room, he didn't "do" anything to assist her.
I was in and out of the rooms periodically, while both my brothers were being born.
While it was a couple of the most precious moments in time and I'm glad I got to experience them.
I would have felt better looking back in hindsight if mom had been in a hospital-just in case.
But a certain individual didn't want to pay for that. Too much money, and mom was a trooper.
She did a lot for those she loved. She was no saint, mind you, but she was one of the strongest people I know and will probably ever know.
While growing up, most of us kids had jobs of various types, (at what I'm told now, were young ages)
to help make ends meet.
The "so-called provider" didn't want to keep the good jobs he had over the years. He didn't want to take instructions, follow orders or be told what to do, even though he had benefits and future pay raises to look forward to. No, that was asking too much of him to be a man and work for a living to support his family.
He'd rather live off the state and be on assistance of some kind than step-up and work.
He even, at one time got student loans and grants to go to college. Most of that take home work, typing and such was done by my mom and my older sister, so he could get a degree and we could, as a family better ourselves.
However, he had one credit left to get his B.A. in Business. That credit was to do Public Speaking and the like.
He didn't. Once again it didn't suit him, he didn't even try. So the family ended up with more debts, and nothing to show for it.
Feeding and clothing his family fell to the state and relatives, untill most of us kids were old enough to earn enough to pay for clothing on our own.
It wasn't just the food we helped buy (or help supplement what the state was paying for, already).
We also paid utilities as well as the individuals Dickard borrowed money from.
Though he always seemed to have money to buy scratch off lottery tickets for himself as well as beers and such.
Then, in the early 1980's he got injured on the job.
For those of you not familiar with the Workers Compensation system as well as fighting insurance companies-It was Hell. Years, and years of hell.
Barely scraping by on an even tighter shoestring. But it gave Dickard a seemingly valid excuse for not working to provide for us. It also let him off for his repayment of those long ago gotten Student Loans with him being declared "Disabled".
He went through multiple surgeries, which were done in a hospital out of town. During one of those surgeries, he left mom with $20.00 to go two weeks for her and us kids. With only that rinky dink amount, topped off with the various bill collectors coming to the door for the money owed to them to keep the lights on and for this and that. It was a very scary situation for us. I remember it well. I also remember my then baby brother J.T. asking if we were gonna have enough food to eat.
Though mom didn't want to, as she had a lot of pride being a stay at home mom, she had to ask her folks for a loan to help us through and pay debts, though not all owed by us as a family. Mom felt obligated, as she was married to Dickard. She did all that and even managed to buy us a couple cheapo dollar store type toys to boot.
Going to school was ok, though we were judged because folks knew who our "father" was and knew what type of a person he was. Folks in that small town knew everybody as many had lived there for generations not to mention many were related to one another, including us.
It didn't help either that Dickard had been in prison. Mom helped us with homework, Home Ec. projects, Art assignments and Science stuff, too.
The people that were are true friends, for the most part didn't hold it against us who or what Dickard was.
So we managed to get an education of sorts and that was that.
I will skip a lot of things and just say that time went on and as us kids got older.
We worked and helped out as we had before.
My sister left the house in the 1990's, so it was just the three of us at home as it took that to keep the family afloat.
Some folks may not understand the concept of staying around to help the family out instead of moving out and doing their own thing. I have old-fashioned values. Couple that with the guilt I felt for years at not being born a son and being "Stupid" (one of Dickards favorite things to call me.)
as well as not wanting my brothers or mom to do without because Dickard seemingly couldn't work.
It just had to be.
Dickard was so comfortable letting others work that he'd show up on the job site come payday to have me sign over my paycheck right away. I was lucky to see much of it, if any. At the time, it was just how things were.
In time I grew to resent the fact that as long as I had money coming in (read: give him and help provide as he was not), I was just good enough for him to talk to. Although I didn't get the respect nor affection one's father gives to their children normally.
Nor did I respect him as a "father" or a man as he was neither in my eyes. Some where deep-down inside I still held out hope that someday because I did all I did to help out the family and because I was a decent person, I'd get his respect, affection and his approval. I know now, that will never happen.
When it came to sticking up for the family, if the need arose, it was mom who did so.
Then mom and my brother J.T. as he got older.
Dickard was and still is a fucking pussy-assed wimp. Hell, on one occasion when he went out to the lodge with mom he was belted in the mouth by another guy.
He just sat there, said and did nothing. Talk about chicken-shit and yellow.
I guess that's why mom was always tough as nails . She had to be, being married to a pussy.
Of course her being a Marine probably added to it as well.
She expected a lot out of herself and expected the same out of us kids. She figured if she could do it, so could we.
She used to say "If ya can live with me and survive you can handle anything." Though tough on us she was also protective, like a mother bear, if you will.
That being said, she could also be a raving bitch at times but I can't really begrudge her that with the shit she had to put up with and all the different "hats" she had to wear.
Time passed and we scraped by and while I was working I was injured on the job. After fighting WC, one do-nothing lawyer & the Insurance Co., I won my case.
More time passed and I eventually left home, myself.
Though happy to be where I was, I also got more guilt trips from Dickard about leaving and taking my money with me as mom and my brothers would be doing without.
I did send money there, for awhile. Untill I realized it was being miss-spent by Dickard .
After the money from me stopped coming, I wasn't worth the time of day to the cocksucker.
After a time, and with a miracle of sorts Dickard got a job, though "disabled". He managed to do hard manual labor type work.
It Seemed since this cash cow left the house he had to actually work some as my brother could only earn so much.
The other brother, (the youngest) wasn't working at that point- to my knowledge and was never one for 'manual labor' to begin with.
I felt like an idiot not to mention feeling used.
If he could work now, why didn't he bother back then?
It was gently but bluntly pointed out that he had a cash cow & slave labor to work so why ruin a good thing?
The more I began to think about things, the more I began to realize and admit to myself things I never wanted to acknowledge.
Dickard never really cared, never at all.
In fact, the last time I was hugged by him, my brother J.T. was still in diapers. I can't recall the last time, if any that he sincerely said he loved me.
He used to tell mom he loved her all the time though usually after an argument, but it didn't always sound that sincere.
Mom and Dickard never hid their arguments from us kids, which was both good and bad. We had (and have) a lot of baggage as we were quite often defending and protecting mom as he would make her cry . He'd wound her so bad with his actions or words (and it took a lot for my mom to cry.)
But by that same token, we weren't under any false assumptions that everything was a-okay or that we lived a picture perfect life. It was at times a very tense household from one reason or another.
Over time, both brothers were working as was Dickard.
Off and on again, here and there, between being fired or "let go".
The youngest brother around the age of 18 "came out of the closet" and moved to The City.
J.T. stayed at home in order to keep helping out
J.T. Kept the cars and truck in good mechanical order as well as the other labor jobs he could do so mom would not have to as much as she used to.
A few years passed and mom was not feeling that well. Dickard wouldn't put out the cash for her to see a doctor when she wanted to.
Us children and moms family asked her to go to the doctor. As time passed, she grew too scared to actually go.
Time seemed to fly by. It got to the point that mom was in so much pain she went to the E.R.
After being admitted and lots of tests, she was told she had Cancer. It had spread too far, by then.
After a brief stay in the hospital she went back to the house. Between hospice, a few dear friends and J.T. she was taken care of.
Dickard, if you're wondering, took the time to yell at her for her needing pain meds and adult diapers that he didn't want to go get for her. He yelled at her for having those needs instead of being a damn husband for a change.
As the Cancer took over, she lost more and more of her independence.
She felt more and more the burden to everyone which was only exemplified by Dickards callous behavior and prickishness.
It came to light, that as she was dying he told her supposedly during talks they had and not just outright or out of the blue , that he never really loved her.
That he stayed "For the Kids".
To tell someone that on their deathbed.
Someone who has spent almost 40 fucking years beside you honoring their wedding vows.
A person who has taken up the slack, spent years doing without and doing for you, is such a cowardly cold thing to do.
Not to mention that it must have hurt her to her very core.
He also made promises to her, on her deathbed nonetheless.
Promises to see her last wishes were kept and carried out. To see that her belongings and family heirlooms were given to whom she wanted, and that her ashes were were with her fathers.
To date, and it's been since January 2003 since mom passed, he's not kept one. NOT ONE, of those deathbed promises he made to her.
He was also not faithful to her.
Since she's been gone he's went from skank to skank to drug infested hoe's and so on.
He also hit on his own sons GF. How fucking sick is that shit?
He then hooked up again with the Twunt Cunt Lipps, who he was seeing while mom lay on her deathbed, though he'd deny it.
A Twunt whom one would need a big bag of flour to find the wet spot (in my opinion) if they didn't find it by smell alone.
This twunt is a piece of work. She/It doesn't like Dickards kids, well all but one.
She just wants to consume all that was and is Moms, for her yeasty self.
She gave Dickard an ultimatum to either stop seeing us kids (those she didn't like) or she'd be gone.
He chose her....
Now he's married to her/it, least that's what was supposed to happen last Saturday. Probably with one of Satan's demons officiating at the ceremony.
My youngest brother was asked to be Best Man, and planned on being there.
I can't at this time talk to him. Not while he's condoning the broken promises not being kept that were made to our mom on her deathbed. As well as condoning the actions of Dickard and Cunt Lipps.
To me it's a betrayal to mom and the rest of the family.
Whenever the cocksucker dies, if he's buried underground and not burnt (well, pre-burnt before being sent to Hell) I plan on pissing on his damn grave, or paying someone to do it for me after they dance on it.
I'm also throwing a "Ding Dong The Dickards Dead" party.
It'll be a joyous occasion for the world to be rid of that black cloud.
..and no I'm not really bitter. Just sickened.
Monday, August 21, 2006 at 11:10:00 AM
You've Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me..
Paris Hilton with a record album? That's really fucking funny..
She can't act for shit and now she's expecting the public to go out and buy her catterwalling on disc? Not gonna happen...(Least not by this chick).
Of course a lot of the general public are fucking Morons with no more than two brain cells to rub together, so folks will probably go buy it.
After all, people are going to see that awesinine movie "Snakes On A Plane".
I guess if it's the "In" thing to do folks will do it. (as they have to be part of sheeps led to slaughter for their stupidity.)
...and I agree with whomever first said "If stupidity can't be painful it should be expensive."
So go on, go buy that new disc...go see that new flick...go get a hamster up your ass...and ladies, stop shaving everywhere....after all, it's the "in" thing to do......
Fucking morons.....
She can't act for shit and now she's expecting the public to go out and buy her catterwalling on disc? Not gonna happen...(Least not by this chick).
Of course a lot of the general public are fucking Morons with no more than two brain cells to rub together, so folks will probably go buy it.
After all, people are going to see that awesinine movie "Snakes On A Plane".
I guess if it's the "In" thing to do folks will do it. (as they have to be part of sheeps led to slaughter for their stupidity.)
...and I agree with whomever first said "If stupidity can't be painful it should be expensive."
So go on, go buy that new disc...go see that new flick...go get a hamster up your ass...and ladies, stop shaving everywhere....after all, it's the "in" thing to do......
Fucking morons.....
Saturday, August 19, 2006 at 1:42:00 PM
Bitching' Yet Again...
I really am getting tired of all the NFL football shit already and the
damn season is just getting started.
I'm getting burnt out on sports in general, though. It's not for the joy
of the game, it's just how much will you pay me? It sucks....
Then again, a lot of things suck...having to wait on things or people to
figure out what the fuck they are doing...waiting for calls back or
emails back or folks to follow through on what they say....Doesn't
anyone really mean what they say anymore? Seems very few do.
Doesn't matter if they're family either-sometimes they're the worst for
that.
I know most everyone has some member(s) of their family that are kinda
or a lot of fucked up, but I swear mine are worse than normal at times.
I'm just waiting to see some of them on "Cops", some night. It would
not surprise me in the least. But what can ya do? Family is family and
yer stuck with them. Doesn't mean ya have to like it though...or them
for that matter.
It's also hard to believe it's creeping closer and closer to Fall
already. Normally, I like this time of year, but with so many things
uncertain, I can't really enjoy it...I hate things up in the air, but
then again when they are, there's still some kind of hoping to be done
for a better outcome than one expects...Of course, there's also the let
down when shit happens one's not wanting...
But what the hell can I do
about? What the hell can anyone of us do about it? Some things are just
out of one's control and there's no two ways about it.
Sometimes , ya just gotta hold onto the small joys in life as that's all
there is...
damn season is just getting started.
I'm getting burnt out on sports in general, though. It's not for the joy
of the game, it's just how much will you pay me? It sucks....
Then again, a lot of things suck...having to wait on things or people to
figure out what the fuck they are doing...waiting for calls back or
emails back or folks to follow through on what they say....Doesn't
anyone really mean what they say anymore? Seems very few do.
Doesn't matter if they're family either-sometimes they're the worst for
that.
I know most everyone has some member(s) of their family that are kinda
or a lot of fucked up, but I swear mine are worse than normal at times.
I'm just waiting to see some of them on "Cops", some night. It would
not surprise me in the least. But what can ya do? Family is family and
yer stuck with them. Doesn't mean ya have to like it though...or them
for that matter.
It's also hard to believe it's creeping closer and closer to Fall
already. Normally, I like this time of year, but with so many things
uncertain, I can't really enjoy it...I hate things up in the air, but
then again when they are, there's still some kind of hoping to be done
for a better outcome than one expects...Of course, there's also the let
down when shit happens one's not wanting...
But what the hell can I do
about? What the hell can anyone of us do about it? Some things are just
out of one's control and there's no two ways about it.
Sometimes , ya just gotta hold onto the small joys in life as that's all
there is...
Friday, June 09, 2006 at 12:03:00 PM
What about those Enemas?
Ya ever notice how a word or topic comes up in conversation then ya hear or see references to it seemingly more than normal?
It's been that kind of week with he word Enema.
It started with a phone call from a relative of mine who uses them before sex so his partners dick isn't covered in feces.
It's apparently, a sit on the john warm water process to shoot out all that burger he ate at lunch.
There's also various attachments he can add-on to the shit-shooter device for ease of use or a real good cleaning or smaller/bigger tubes to insert in his butt crack ( I'm assuming here, as I don't know).
To me, butt-sex is just a nasty idea using an exit only hole as an entry point. Not to mention having to use the shit-shooter every time ya want your partner to shove his dick up your ass. What a hassle.
Sex should not be a hassle, in my opinion. But then again that's just me.
But after that phone conversation, I noticed the word or phrase or a reference to Enemas in a number of places, which both grossed me out and cracked me up.
If ya know me, I'm a bit twisted and find humor in the oddest of things.
But anyhow, I'll shave (or be shaved) for sex, shower for sex and even change the damn sheets just to dirty them up again, but not gonna shove one tube up my ass so someone can shove their dick there. Nope, just not gonna do it.
It's been that kind of week with he word Enema.
It started with a phone call from a relative of mine who uses them before sex so his partners dick isn't covered in feces.
It's apparently, a sit on the john warm water process to shoot out all that burger he ate at lunch.
There's also various attachments he can add-on to the shit-shooter device for ease of use or a real good cleaning or smaller/bigger tubes to insert in his butt crack ( I'm assuming here, as I don't know).
To me, butt-sex is just a nasty idea using an exit only hole as an entry point. Not to mention having to use the shit-shooter every time ya want your partner to shove his dick up your ass. What a hassle.
Sex should not be a hassle, in my opinion. But then again that's just me.
But after that phone conversation, I noticed the word or phrase or a reference to Enemas in a number of places, which both grossed me out and cracked me up.
If ya know me, I'm a bit twisted and find humor in the oddest of things.
But anyhow, I'll shave (or be shaved) for sex, shower for sex and even change the damn sheets just to dirty them up again, but not gonna shove one tube up my ass so someone can shove their dick there. Nope, just not gonna do it.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006 at 4:49:00 PM
This N That
On a whim I decided I'd revamp the page a bit.
If ya like it great, if not, who cares.
If ya like it great, if not, who cares.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 at 3:57:00 PM
So I'm not a prolific blog writer
So fucking sue me.
I have a life and at times that gets in the way of sitting down and
typing up a blog entry for those who even bother to peruse the damn thing.
Well, as per the previous post..The Seahawks lost, not without the
"help" of the referee staff, however. I'm burnt out on NFL crap from all
the pre-game and post-game hype though. I don't plan on watching it this
coming Fall.
As for other events that have transpired since my last post...
Let's see...Gas prices are Way to Fucking high, the "powers that be',
need to get on the damn stick and the automakers need to move to FLEX
and hybrids as the standard and not the Arab-Oil-Dependent gas guzzling
cars we have now. Of course they need to be affordable as well.
So get on it Automakers. The Oil companies also need to follow through
on their 'smoke-blowin' and DO for the environment by adding Ethanol
pumps to their stations nationwide. Talk is just talk, Ad campaigns are
a waste of the profits us consumers are making you. So let's see some
action and knock it off already with blowing smoke up out asses.
Another hot topic is Immigration. I'm not gonna be PC and I'm probably
not going to endear some folks with my opinions, but if you don't like
it, frankly I don't care.
Those individuals who come into this country Illegally and those who
stay past their visa's etc., are ILLEGAL.
You have NO Citizenship Rights, because you ARE ILLEGAL. Thousands of
people wishing to immigrate and become Naturalized do so every year.
They do so LEGALLY. Those who are found here illegally need to be sent
back ASAP to where they came from until they go through the full legal
process. If you want the full benefits of being a U.S. Citizen, you
have to go through the Legal steps to become one. Illegal Aliens only
have legal rights as far as being a human= Human Rights. You have no
legal say in this country no matter how many roads you block with
parades and protests , which, btw are rights granted to and for LEGAL
Citizens of this country.
And before you get on your high horse about doing jobs no one else wants
to do, shut the fuck up. You were hired ILLEGALLY and have NO right to
the job you're working, and there are lots of other LEGAL American
Citizens that would love that job if your illegal ass was not taking it
for less than or just at minimum wage enabling those employers to skirt
the law and not have to pay a just wage to the Legal citizens that need
to feed their families. Those employers should be fined heavily (as well as losing Federal tax breaks and other benefits) for hiring with no proof of citizenship , ( just to benefit their greed and to encourage the illegal entry into the United States ), no matter if it raises the cost of their product or not.
Why should companies hiring Legal Immigrants and other legal citizens be penalized with a bigger tax burden for following the law, by paying a fair wage and taxes ?
Taxes that provide benefits , such as Welfare, Social Security, etc. , when those who are not obeying the law get a big profit from hiring Illegals? Those who hire Illegals, should not only have to pay fines and lose benefits in regards to their business, but should have to foot the bill for deportation of those hired illegals.
Those States/Cities/Counties and individuals who offer "Safe Havens'
(read: those breaking the law to appear as saints or goody-goodies or to
make a profit.) should be fined and or jailed for doing so. Cut the
Federal Tax dollars to pennies for their programs and see how many they
keep harboring.
Spare me the old tired spiel about providing Health Care, Education and
such to those "poor people". They're not entitled to them. They ARE NOT
Legal Citizens, they do not pay taxes into the systems that pay for
those programs. Those programs are for U.S. Citizens. Not illegals and
their 29 children, cousins and friends of the family who snuck into this
country by way or swimming, tractor trailer smuggling or other illegal
means.
So if you want to count in this country go through the tried and true
process and do it legally. For many generations, immigrant individuals
have done so and become naturalized. Thinking you're better than that,
and above the law, just makes those of us who are citizens think you're
not the kind of individual we want as a citizen, so go the fuck back to
where you came from.
Thursday, January 26, 2006 at 10:51:00 AM
GO SEAHAWKS!!!
The SEATTLE SEAHAWKS are going to the SuperBowl!
You would think they'd have garnered some respect for getting there, but then you'd be wrong. Most of the "experts" have been trying to pass off their impressive season as lucky or that the Hawks had an easy season and didn't play any tough teams..WTF is up with that??
Weren't The Carolina Panthers and the dynamic fucking duo of Steve Smith and Jake Delhomme supposed to crush the Hawks with their superior football skills? Wasn't Steve Smith "unstoppable"?
Nope, turns out he wasn't, and that doesn't even bring into the picture the fact that the Hawks back-up quarterback Seneca Wallace made a reception. Sure it wasn't the most beautiful one in the world, but the dude's a back-up quarterback for crying out loud!
Oh, let us not forget the (wannabe) super hero teams in the NFL, the New England Patriots and The Indianapolis Colts. If they are so damn good, then why aren't either of them in Super Bowl XL??
I, and I'm one of many, am so tired of seeing those damn Patriots and in particular, Tom Brady on tv, in ads and everywhere else they can squeeze their media- camera-hugging mugs onto or into. Sure, they're good teams, but not the best.
As for the Steelers, they are a good team, right up there with the Hawks this season and that's why they both are in SuperBowl XL.
It's not because the Hawks squeaked in or other teams let them get there. They fought and played their way there.
It also might be of note, that as far as fans, the hotel/motel bookings in Detroit are in almost a dead-heat between Hawk and Steeler fans.
It'll be a good game and the 12th man will be rooting for the home team!
GO HAWKS!!
Monday, December 12, 2005 at 2:14:00 PM
Icy nipples on Christmas....
If ya haven't noticed or been here before, I've changed the colors on my blog.
It's been cold as fuck outside and can get quite nipply at night so with a wild hair I decided to change the colors to those of nipples, just because I could and I thought it was funny...Besides, who doesn't like nipples?
I also miss being able to celebrate with family as well as being glad I don't have any too close to drive me insane with petty arguments or stupid fucking comments.
I really miss that my mom isn't around to call and wish a Merry Christmas. I miss her alot. It's hard to believe even now that I'll never talk to her again on the phone or get her advice (wanted or not) on something going on in my life.
Written by Skip Ewing/Donny Kees
Sung by Diamond Rio-(all rights reserved by artists and shit)
I feel you come back again
And it’s like you haven’t been gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I’m sure we’re closer than we ever were
I don’t have to hear or see, I’ve got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe
Chorus
That when you die your life goes on
It doesn’t end here when you’re gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends and if I’m right
Our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, I believe
Forever, you’re a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
And I’ll hold you even longer if I can
The people who don’t see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
And if that makes me crazy, then I am
‘Cause I believe
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe
sung by Randy Travis
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
Who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
Guess it's wishful thinking, a hope long past time of giving up. But those who know me, know I don't easily give up hope no matter how impossible things look. Guess you could say I've always been a dreamer or a silly heart (ode to Uncle Buck) but sometimes all a person has is that little shred of hope to grasp onto to stay afloat in life.
Not to say that I won't miss those things, because I will. Not enough to want to torture his thoughts anymore or add to his grief. I love him too much to do that. Though , knowing him he'll feel bad cause he feels bad and isn't jolly old saint nick reincarnated.
But then again, he's not much on holidays in general, so...
It's been cold as fuck outside and can get quite nipply at night so with a wild hair I decided to change the colors to those of nipples, just because I could and I thought it was funny...Besides, who doesn't like nipples?
I mean nipples are not as controversial as smoking in a bar or the Christmas season...(and it does say Christmas on the calendar, and most folks get that federal holiday off besides.) Not that I'm against any of the other holidays that come about around this time of year. If ya celebrate them, then enjoy them . Don't bitch if I choose to say Merry Christmas, as it's a greeting meant to wish another wellness and happiness. It's not a fucking curse of death or a wish that your mama gets a yeast infection so bad she could sell it as chunky soup or something.
The season brings back both happy and very sad and depressing memories for me. I can recall a few happy childhood Christmas seasons as well as those that sucked major ass and were damned depressing.
I also miss being able to celebrate with family as well as being glad I don't have any too close to drive me insane with petty arguments or stupid fucking comments.
I really miss that my mom isn't around to call and wish a Merry Christmas. I miss her alot. It's hard to believe even now that I'll never talk to her again on the phone or get her advice (wanted or not) on something going on in my life.
I believe she is around though...and these songs says it better than any words I could write...
I Believe
Written by Skip Ewing/Donny Kees
Sung by Diamond Rio-(all rights reserved by artists and shit)
Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it’s like you haven’t been gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I’m sure we’re closer than we ever were
I don’t have to hear or see, I’ve got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe
Chorus
That when you die your life goes on
It doesn’t end here when you’re gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends and if I’m right
Our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, I believe
Forever, you’re a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
And I’ll hold you even longer if I can
The people who don’t see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
And if that makes me crazy, then I am
‘Cause I believe
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe
Three Wooden Crosses
sung by Randy Travis
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
Who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
Though I "feel" her...I still miss her terribly....and
I hate that my sperm-donor dishonors her and can forsake his children for some trailer trash whore. We've never really been close as father and daughter should be, but you'd think the dumb dick would try to make amends before his time comes.Guess it's wishful thinking, a hope long past time of giving up. But those who know me, know I don't easily give up hope no matter how impossible things look. Guess you could say I've always been a dreamer or a silly heart (ode to Uncle Buck) but sometimes all a person has is that little shred of hope to grasp onto to stay afloat in life.
This time of year, in particular this year, the one I love dearly is going through his first Christmas season without his father being around. the first year after a death is the toughest and it doesn't really get easier, least not for me...I just have learned to live with what I feel a little bit more each day and year. I wish I could do something to help him more than just being here for him, but I can't. I wish his remaining family was more connected or at least would make an effort to connect to him during this time of year, if at no other. But ...
So celebrating this season won't be filled with lights or a tree or even a bell on the door. It'll just be. No carols no, no snow (I'm hoping) no seasonal movies or cartoons shared. I think it'd be too painful for him. Seeing his reactions to holiday ads on tv are more than enough to tell me that.
Not to say that I won't miss those things, because I will. Not enough to want to torture his thoughts anymore or add to his grief. I love him too much to do that. Though , knowing him he'll feel bad cause he feels bad and isn't jolly old saint nick reincarnated.
But then again, he's not much on holidays in general, so...
But I will prolly send out a few greeting cards, write a few emails and sing Christmas carols to the critters and make it through this holiday season.
Who knows, maybe I'll even "Get Lucky" this season...it could happen...
Oh, Btw,
Merry Christmas.....mostly...
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