In regards to "keeping myself honest".
I hate green tea, lol
then don't drink it
I don't, I don't like it
But you do
You mean "we" do, don't you? :)
I have nothing to do with that
Whatever! Besides, I only have it to keep myself honest anyway, so there!
Why, to torture us?
No, to keep myself honest, that's why!
Keep yourself honest...so you drink something you know you don't like...just because you want to make sure you don't like it?
Pretty much
Freak
Says myself to myself
...and? You're still a freak
Maybe, I'm not arguing that fact. I just have to try it every so often to make sure that my tastes have no changed and that my plait was not evolved enough to be able to accept the rancid flavor that is green tea. It just keeps me from being short-sighted and close-minded.
You never cease to amaze me. Whatever helps you get up in the morning man.
No, a phone call helps me do that silly. Besides don't change the subject! I don't want to talk to about anyway...and you love those phone calls!
Until you get all mushy, and I'll change the subject if I want too, so there!
You like the mushy!
Maybe you do!
Yeah, what if I do!
Just saying
Besides...I'm almost out of black tea anyway. I just didn't want green tea
Because it's gross
Yes
So don't get it
I'm not
Hey, the tea and Olive oil are arguing
Fucking Olive oil
It's not it's fault it's Italian
Probably just the label that's Italian anyway...causes all kind of mental issues. And i think the tea started this one anyway.
more then likely, I was just getting tired of hearing them
Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine! You! Tea and oil! stop it! Dude, I said stop! Fucker, that's it oil, you're going to be by the capers, now what?!?! Oh, that's right, now shut up!
(I notice this last part was in my "out-loud" voice...and the old people that were shopping close to me leave the aisle promptly).
:)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
A little deeper today
I wish that meant what I was thinking when I typed it! lol ;)
Today was one of those days...a day where I wanted nothing more then the one that I love to be next to me. To feel her touch, hear her voice, to see her. But my situation is not what I want it to be, yet. We live apart, and there is more then a little distance there between us, so seeing each other is, at best, difficult. Most times straight maddening. I just miss her, and want her to know how much I love her and what she means to me. She does, but at the same time, I never get tired of telling her when we talk and she doesn't seem to mind and seems to like to tell me as well. :)
Tonight, I was watching Man on Fire. I really enjoy that movie, dark and great. What I love most is the delevopment of the Denzel Washington's character. How he goes from being lost with his life and what he has done...to finding meaning and learning that it's alright to live again. This is the part of the movie that I love the mostest. To find someone that can show you that it's ok to live again, that it's ok to be yourself...that is the person that I have.
So rather then be sarcastic and posting a funny video...I wanted to say "I love you", and "I miss you". When work calms down, soon I'll be able to see you again.
You are the best.
Today was one of those days...a day where I wanted nothing more then the one that I love to be next to me. To feel her touch, hear her voice, to see her. But my situation is not what I want it to be, yet. We live apart, and there is more then a little distance there between us, so seeing each other is, at best, difficult. Most times straight maddening. I just miss her, and want her to know how much I love her and what she means to me. She does, but at the same time, I never get tired of telling her when we talk and she doesn't seem to mind and seems to like to tell me as well. :)
Tonight, I was watching Man on Fire. I really enjoy that movie, dark and great. What I love most is the delevopment of the Denzel Washington's character. How he goes from being lost with his life and what he has done...to finding meaning and learning that it's alright to live again. This is the part of the movie that I love the mostest. To find someone that can show you that it's ok to live again, that it's ok to be yourself...that is the person that I have.
So rather then be sarcastic and posting a funny video...I wanted to say "I love you", and "I miss you". When work calms down, soon I'll be able to see you again.
You are the best.
Friday, March 14, 2008
A good day
Today was a good day, very busy, but good.
I found out that someone very close to me has been put into a situation that they shouldn't have been by a selfish individual. It just angers me that people who do shit to themselves always look to others to try to bail them out of their own doing. But whatever, I say let this person sit in "jail" and stay blind to everything around them. Fuck 'em. But that just might be me.
Other then that, it's been great! lol
I look forward to this weekend, and little extra time with the one that I love, so it's going to be great!
I found out that someone very close to me has been put into a situation that they shouldn't have been by a selfish individual. It just angers me that people who do shit to themselves always look to others to try to bail them out of their own doing. But whatever, I say let this person sit in "jail" and stay blind to everything around them. Fuck 'em. But that just might be me.
Other then that, it's been great! lol
I look forward to this weekend, and little extra time with the one that I love, so it's going to be great!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Shamless bragging
Here are a few pictures that my oldest, John, drew. Two of them are his comic book characters, Terrorscream and Slaf Dead.
This is Terrorscream, his hero. :)
This is Slaf Dead...he just created him, so I really don't all that much about him.
These next two are awesome. THey were done about 6 months ago. He has a talent, that's for sure, but it's made better by the fact that he did these ones while in church with his mom! :D I have the best kids!
This is Terrorscream, his hero. :)
This is Slaf Dead...he just created him, so I really don't all that much about him.
These next two are awesome. THey were done about 6 months ago. He has a talent, that's for sure, but it's made better by the fact that he did these ones while in church with his mom! :D I have the best kids!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Comment of the day
Today, I have to say with much happiness, was much better then yesterday. :)
I just have a simple comment today that I made to my boss while we were working together. A contractor that we have in helping with our IT dept was wondering around and just plain lost. Both my boss and I saw this, but said nothing. He was a nice enough guy, but the only thing he was missing was the pocket protector. He finally came over to us in the warehouse and asked where the IT room was and I directed him there, he said thank you and left. I look at my boss, when the nerdy guy goes around the corner, and say, "He can't find IT, but I'll bet you he can give you the exact measurements of *all* the Starships Enterprise". I smile while she buries her face in her hands to stop from laughing too loudly (the warehouse echoes). Her response..."You are such an asshole...I think that's why we work so great together!" I smile, and we go back to working with the body armor.
I just have a simple comment today that I made to my boss while we were working together. A contractor that we have in helping with our IT dept was wondering around and just plain lost. Both my boss and I saw this, but said nothing. He was a nice enough guy, but the only thing he was missing was the pocket protector. He finally came over to us in the warehouse and asked where the IT room was and I directed him there, he said thank you and left. I look at my boss, when the nerdy guy goes around the corner, and say, "He can't find IT, but I'll bet you he can give you the exact measurements of *all* the Starships Enterprise". I smile while she buries her face in her hands to stop from laughing too loudly (the warehouse echoes). Her response..."You are such an asshole...I think that's why we work so great together!" I smile, and we go back to working with the body armor.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
*shrug*
I was going to post something here about my ex...but decided that she doesn't get my blog space. I'll save that for later. >:D
I also wanted a funny story to post. But that was not the day today.
So, in order to bring a smile to faces of the masses that have seen my rambling so far...enjoy the randomness:
I also wanted a funny story to post. But that was not the day today.
So, in order to bring a smile to faces of the masses that have seen my rambling so far...enjoy the randomness:
Monday, March 10, 2008
...and it begins...
Not that I expect any real following here, but I thought that it would be...nice?...or at least helpful to my writing to try my hand at this. Blogging that is. Just getting these thoughts out of my head, and vomit them forth to the web and see what happens. :)
...so it begins...
Nair is not for heads!
I enjoy a shaved head. As the thick hair of my youth has decided to migrate south for life, I have made frequent "preemptive" strikes against my hair-line. However, the joys of shaving having never been all that joyful so the hair grows back as I get tried of waging a morning battle for that clean shaved look. My heart now goes out to women everywhere... :P
In my latest endeavor against the effects of migrating hair, I yet again take shaver to head, attacking without mercy. Hair falls left and right...then I think to get a plastic bag to put it in (mistake #1). With half a shaved head, I head to the kitchen to find a plastic shopping bag in which to place my fallen follicles. I clean up my mess, and continue with the slaughter. My shaver, being oohh so expensive and of great quality (*rolling eyes*) decides that my hair is just too strong to contend with. And slows it's pace (#2). My response, "Your fucking kidding!" And with the love that only a father could possess, I slam the shaver on the counter and threaten it's life. Seeing the seriousness welling up in my eyes (rage) and the sincerity in voice (bellowing bear growl), it relents it's position of pacifist, and decides once again to join the battle (strike #2, I won). Taking a damp wash cloth, I wipe my head clean, and view my CHUD-like...er...well chiseled...er...face within the gazing apparatus provided me by my landlords, aka mirror. Feeling the back of my head for anything that I may have missed, and being satisfied with my efforts, I turn my attention to the next stage of the nights events. The Nair.
I see the bottle looking as innocent as new born baby. I re-read the instructions, simple enough. Put on area, wait, wipe off then take shower. Hair gone. Simple. Easy. My prayers are answered. I am refusing to listen to that annoying voice in the back of my head (I have three, though the numbers change...but that's another post). I refuse to hear, to fool myself into thinking that I do not hear, "You know, if this stuff worked as advertised, then why do women still wax and shave and have a thousand other methods of hair removal?" "Shut up, I don't hear you." "*giggle* Yeah you do, so answer my question." "No I don't, shut up. Besides, women are fickle, so that's why there's a million other ways to remove hair." "Right..." "Shut up asshole, this is going to work!" "Remember the last time you said that?" "I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" *incoherent giggling* "I hate you" *louder giggling*
I shake my head, and make my preparations. I set the timer for 9 minutes, because the bottle says to NOT leave on for more then 10 minutes. Timer set. Wash cloth, cleaned and ready to wipe off applied areas. I even start the shower so that it's all ready for me to just jump in. I rock! (#3). Acting on impulse, I strike. I take the can, squeeze some of the foam out and apply. The cold clammy foam-like substance leaps into my hand and I apply it to my head. Even colder, but no matter, it's the miracle cure! What the fuck is that smell? Spring Essence my ass! This is the ass of a dead rose! Oh my fuck! Whatever, keep going, bad smell a small price to pay! All applied evenly! Yes! Start timer! I'm winning! Why is my neck getting hot? Looking back into mirror, I see my silver necklace with my girlfriend's ring on it (#4)...back of neck burning now. Oh shit! I fumble to get the necklace turned around, to get to the clasp. Hands are slimy again from the Nair on the choker-of-doom. I try harder, because that's what I do. Not working. Really burning now! I finally wipe my hands off with my towel, and get the claps undone! Yes! Wait, neck still burning, what if this affects the ring too?! I rush back over to the sink and wash it off good. No damage. OK. "This is the miracle cure! hahahahahahahahahahaha!" I ignore the nay-sayer, and move ahead. I check the the timer, only 3 minute left.
Running water, the warm steam of the shower...so relaxing...I have to pee. Great. I check my hands, they're clear...or are they? I rub them together, no, they feel clear. Okay, fine, it's only a few minutes, I can wait till I'm in shower, no big deal. "...it burned the back of your neck...hahahaha..." Timer buzzes. Yes! I take the wash cloth and start to wipe my head clean. Easy, it's wiping off! Yes!...wait...what the...I still have hair! What the fuck!! Your kidding me!! Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine! Whatever! I finish wiping my still-having-buzzed-cut-hair head, and throw the wash cloth into the sink. I glare at the bottle now laughing at me. "Miracle cure!!!!!" "I hate you!" All i get in response is manic, uncontrolled laughter. Bah! I drop my underwear (boxer-briefs for you nosey types out there) and step into the shower (#5). Having run for about 10 minutes, the worthless water heater was about out of it's precious substance, a fact that greeted me with a shock as lukewarm (no...to me it was Arctic sea water) splashed upon my exposed back. I can only imagine what the neighbors thought of the scream. Get it over with! (#6). Did I mention that I had gotten a tattoo earlier in the day yet? Well, icy water leaps at the exposed wound, and dances with glee upon the sore skin. Yet another scream that must have baffled the neighbors. Control, i must control myself. Damn this is cold. Just wash the shit off. I quickly wash up and step out of the shower...onto the floor...my towel that I have down there must have been moved in the frantic struggle to free myself from the burning collar of doom earlier. Well, wet feet, quickness and cheap linoleum don't mix very well. I sense my feet moving forward on their own, and taking flight like majestic egrets leaving a crystal clear lake at sunset, lifting into the lavender sky to find new horizons and adventures. Unfortunately, the ass that is attached to these would-be egrets was the ball with my legs being the fuzzy chains that tied those graceful winged creatures to me. And with a loud crash of an hundred elephant stampeding to last waterhole on the Serengeti, I crash to the floor. Thank the fates I'm over the garages...so to my knowledge, no one was killed. Then again, I never cared to find out. I grabbed my towel amid a torrent of curses...pull myself up and dry myself, then cut my loses and crawl into bed.
*sigh*
Nair is evil and vile, full of empty promises and broken hearts.
...so it begins...
Nair is not for heads!
I enjoy a shaved head. As the thick hair of my youth has decided to migrate south for life, I have made frequent "preemptive" strikes against my hair-line. However, the joys of shaving having never been all that joyful so the hair grows back as I get tried of waging a morning battle for that clean shaved look. My heart now goes out to women everywhere... :P
In my latest endeavor against the effects of migrating hair, I yet again take shaver to head, attacking without mercy. Hair falls left and right...then I think to get a plastic bag to put it in (mistake #1). With half a shaved head, I head to the kitchen to find a plastic shopping bag in which to place my fallen follicles. I clean up my mess, and continue with the slaughter. My shaver, being oohh so expensive and of great quality (*rolling eyes*) decides that my hair is just too strong to contend with. And slows it's pace (#2). My response, "Your fucking kidding!" And with the love that only a father could possess, I slam the shaver on the counter and threaten it's life. Seeing the seriousness welling up in my eyes (rage) and the sincerity in voice (bellowing bear growl), it relents it's position of pacifist, and decides once again to join the battle (strike #2, I won). Taking a damp wash cloth, I wipe my head clean, and view my CHUD-like...er...well chiseled...er...face within the gazing apparatus provided me by my landlords, aka mirror. Feeling the back of my head for anything that I may have missed, and being satisfied with my efforts, I turn my attention to the next stage of the nights events. The Nair.
I see the bottle looking as innocent as new born baby. I re-read the instructions, simple enough. Put on area, wait, wipe off then take shower. Hair gone. Simple. Easy. My prayers are answered. I am refusing to listen to that annoying voice in the back of my head (I have three, though the numbers change...but that's another post). I refuse to hear, to fool myself into thinking that I do not hear, "You know, if this stuff worked as advertised, then why do women still wax and shave and have a thousand other methods of hair removal?" "Shut up, I don't hear you." "*giggle* Yeah you do, so answer my question." "No I don't, shut up. Besides, women are fickle, so that's why there's a million other ways to remove hair." "Right..." "Shut up asshole, this is going to work!" "Remember the last time you said that?" "I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" *incoherent giggling* "I hate you" *louder giggling*
I shake my head, and make my preparations. I set the timer for 9 minutes, because the bottle says to NOT leave on for more then 10 minutes. Timer set. Wash cloth, cleaned and ready to wipe off applied areas. I even start the shower so that it's all ready for me to just jump in. I rock! (#3). Acting on impulse, I strike. I take the can, squeeze some of the foam out and apply. The cold clammy foam-like substance leaps into my hand and I apply it to my head. Even colder, but no matter, it's the miracle cure! What the fuck is that smell? Spring Essence my ass! This is the ass of a dead rose! Oh my fuck! Whatever, keep going, bad smell a small price to pay! All applied evenly! Yes! Start timer! I'm winning! Why is my neck getting hot? Looking back into mirror, I see my silver necklace with my girlfriend's ring on it (#4)...back of neck burning now. Oh shit! I fumble to get the necklace turned around, to get to the clasp. Hands are slimy again from the Nair on the choker-of-doom. I try harder, because that's what I do. Not working. Really burning now! I finally wipe my hands off with my towel, and get the claps undone! Yes! Wait, neck still burning, what if this affects the ring too?! I rush back over to the sink and wash it off good. No damage. OK. "This is the miracle cure! hahahahahahahahahahaha!" I ignore the nay-sayer, and move ahead. I check the the timer, only 3 minute left.
Running water, the warm steam of the shower...so relaxing...I have to pee. Great. I check my hands, they're clear...or are they? I rub them together, no, they feel clear. Okay, fine, it's only a few minutes, I can wait till I'm in shower, no big deal. "...it burned the back of your neck...hahahaha..." Timer buzzes. Yes! I take the wash cloth and start to wipe my head clean. Easy, it's wiping off! Yes!...wait...what the...I still have hair! What the fuck!! Your kidding me!! Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine! Whatever! I finish wiping my still-having-buzzed-cut-hair head, and throw the wash cloth into the sink. I glare at the bottle now laughing at me. "Miracle cure!!!!!" "I hate you!" All i get in response is manic, uncontrolled laughter. Bah! I drop my underwear (boxer-briefs for you nosey types out there) and step into the shower (#5). Having run for about 10 minutes, the worthless water heater was about out of it's precious substance, a fact that greeted me with a shock as lukewarm (no...to me it was Arctic sea water) splashed upon my exposed back. I can only imagine what the neighbors thought of the scream. Get it over with! (#6). Did I mention that I had gotten a tattoo earlier in the day yet? Well, icy water leaps at the exposed wound, and dances with glee upon the sore skin. Yet another scream that must have baffled the neighbors. Control, i must control myself. Damn this is cold. Just wash the shit off. I quickly wash up and step out of the shower...onto the floor...my towel that I have down there must have been moved in the frantic struggle to free myself from the burning collar of doom earlier. Well, wet feet, quickness and cheap linoleum don't mix very well. I sense my feet moving forward on their own, and taking flight like majestic egrets leaving a crystal clear lake at sunset, lifting into the lavender sky to find new horizons and adventures. Unfortunately, the ass that is attached to these would-be egrets was the ball with my legs being the fuzzy chains that tied those graceful winged creatures to me. And with a loud crash of an hundred elephant stampeding to last waterhole on the Serengeti, I crash to the floor. Thank the fates I'm over the garages...so to my knowledge, no one was killed. Then again, I never cared to find out. I grabbed my towel amid a torrent of curses...pull myself up and dry myself, then cut my loses and crawl into bed.
*sigh*
Nair is evil and vile, full of empty promises and broken hearts.
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