Buzzed Post

**Copied from the other blog. This is fun!!

I don't know exactly what I will write here. I am buzzing my ass off right now and enjoying the hell out of it. I went to my friend Tammie's birthday party earlier and had a blast. I also had a gallon or so of wine... Sutter Home White Zinfandel, Behringer White Zinfandel, two types of homemade wine and right now I am sipping on Bailey's Irish Cream to maintain the buzz. It was a lot of fun.

Maintenance is an art, btw. If you can't maintain without going over the edge, well.... then you suck I guess.

Anyway, right now I feel like calling My Girl Friday. (Yeah, that is code for someone almost no one knows about.) If I do she will be cool about it. If I don't and I tell her I thought about it then she will be either pissed or bummed, depending on which day she thinks about it. Strange thing that, being able to predict the negativity and the recurring reminders but not being able to predict which will happen on which day.

Ah hell, what do I care anyway? Temporary people are temporary people even when you don't want them to be temporary. They know they are temps and you know they are temps but one or the othr of you don't want to admit to it. Then the temp time expires and sudden;y one or the other finds themselves totally screwed in the head. It's the way it is. Fortunately I don't have a problem with my head. I know where and when and what I am all the time. Missing someones input is one thing. Missing someone is another. Get it? I get it.

I wonder why I'm writing right now? Probably because I'm feelin no pain. It's neat. I probably will look over this tomorrow and erase it. Read fast friends. Read fast. Of course I am way too private and I probably didn't give up any secrets anyway. Tell me Luv, did I? You would know the truth.

OK, wait a sec. I can't read some of this. Is there a spell check?

Cool.

So now I'm going to bed. Buzzing and wishing I was elsewhere. Always wishing I was elsewhere. Good night blogger buds. Hug yourselves goodnight for me.

Quote Of The Day

"All Dames are alike. They reach down your throat so they can grab your heart, pull it out and they throw it on the floor where they step on it with their high heels, they spit on it, shove it in the oven where they cook the shit out of it then they slice it into little pieces, slam it on a hunk of toast and they serve it to ya. And they expect ya to say "Thanks Honey. It's delicious."

Well it's not delicious. It's rotten."



Rigby Reardon

Gmail Is Giving Me A Complex

Gmail is not really. Its the friends on Gmail that are.

Have you ever logged on to Gmail (those of you who have Gmail) and looked at your friends list and seen a green light? It makes you all happy doesn't it? Just to know a friend is out there somewhere. Yeah, me too.

Then suddenly the green light just goes out.. *boink* ... and you are sitting there looking at the dull, dead grey thing next to your friends name.

Then you think, "Hey, did they log off in a hurry because they saw my little green light pop on on their Gmail friends list? Maybe they were afraid that I would want to chat?"

I wonder how many times I am right about that? Do you wonder about it?

Quote Of The Day

A quote from the GM at my previous job (early this week):

"You will like working here whether you like it or not!!"


That makes me laugh. :)

Well, It's Funny To Me

At band practice this week I was asked if I'd consider singing one of the songs. I started laughing. They didn't know what they were asking.

I explained that not only had I not played music (with a group) for longer than a decade, I hadn't sung in a longer time than that. Then I tried to let them know that even when I was singing regularly I wasn't very good. I have a very limited range. But they really needed me to try. Kinda sound desperate? Yep, they were.

So I gave it a go. I worked on the Eagles "Take It Easy". We did it several times. When they turned up the monitors after the second go-round and I could hear myself better I was laughing so hard that I had to stop. My weak-ass voice was all over the place. It sucked!

But they kept egging me on to try. So we went through it a few times and it did get better every time. But it still sucked.

I keep telling them I won't be ready to sing by the time of the first gig. But they want me to keep trying. So I will.

If you heard it you would be either rolling on the floor or totally disgusted. For me, it's pretty damn funny.

Stuff That Bugs Me Lately

These are some things that have been bugging me lately. But lately I am easily bugged so....???...

When a person names their daughter Monique, don't you think that the kid has an obligation to be attractive when they are adult? Not look like a neanderthal woman? I thought so. The new person here named Monique just doesn't live up to the name. Of course she spells it 'Monyque' so maybe that is the reason? Maybe.

People who talk when they read. There is a new person here who was sitting in the Production area reading the necessary training documents out loud. She was just going at it like no one was around. Like she was reading bedtime stories to kids. I found it curious.

Did you ever have someone you were talking to suddenly make up an excuse to end the conversation and hurry away from you? It has happened to me several times recently by the same person. We will be having a conversation about something, doesn't matter if it's work or not, and suddenly she will find an excuse to run away. It doesn't give me a complex or anything because I've seen her do it to a lot of people. Next time I'm just going to say, "Hey, stop lying and just say you are bored and need to move on". I'd prefer if she said that anyway.

Along those lines, the same person is one of those who call you friend to your face but they act totally different. That really bugs me. She is my friend when she needs some help with a project or when it's time to present something to one of the big cheeses. But later when I see her in the halls she acts totally indifferent. As long as I'm helping her, she is my friend. I even think she believes I don't notice. Dumb-ass.

School has resumed. The traffic around here has gotten so rediculous. It is almost impossible to get anywhere. I hate school traffic. And all the school workers and teachers for getting in my way every morning. I hate school. Funny isn't it? I didn't like school when I was going and now I have another reason to not like school.

I think we have the best crop of lazy 'engineers' in the world. So-called engineers that is. There just doesn't seem to be enough time in a day for several of these guys to stare at their computer screens. Doesn't matter that the company equipment is going to shit. Doesn't matter how many calls and/or work orders they get. Those computers with all those movies and jokes take precedence. They will all hate me soon I'm sure. I don't call anymore. I go to their desks and drag them out into the world to make sure they do something every day. I'm sure they will hate me for it but y'know, I am having fun. Lazy asses.


I know a guy who always referrs to his Father as a "Hard working sumbitch". He always says that about him. It doesn't matter that the Father's whole family hates him. He is mean, self-centered and a total ass to everyone. When I mention these thing to him he will always say, "Yeah, but he's a hard working sumbitch!" I sure hope they put that on his gravestone. There really isn't anything else to say nice about the guy.

Recovery

So the weekend is over. It went way too fast. Mostly because I spent most of it trying to recover from the Friday morning mess. I didn't (nor will I) post all the gory details so don't give me crap about how it couldn't have been that bad. Whatta you know anyway? It was. Plus underneath all the stuff I allow people to actually see I tend to be a little emotional. As Daffy would say, "I bruise like a grape." So I held a grudge most of the weekend.

Have I ever mentioned how I can hold a grudge? Oh yeah, I sure can. Plus after a while I find that holding a grudge is kinda fun for me. It gets to the point where I find it fun to make a person uncomfortable.

It feels as high school as it sounds. But it is me.

So sometime around Sunday evening I decided to stop with the grudge and get over it. Just in time for the weekend to end. I won't forget it though. I'm not capable.

Relationships are funny things. I've noticed that whatever age you are a relationship has all the same basic requirements to be successful. You definitely react differently depending on age but the basics are still the same. They need mutual respect, genuine emotional bonds, honesty (not 100% but close to it), sharing, caring..... all the crap you read in a Hallmark card. But I think that respect is one of the keys. If the respect is injured or lost, everything is lost. It is also something that once injured, it is hard to recover.

So that's my Monday speech. A wasted weekend and a 'happy to be at work YB'. Thats what we have this morning around here. I am definitely going to blow off a day this week just for fun. Just me all alone with nothing I have to accomplish. Sounds good to me.

Recovery for me is hard. Most times I wish it wasn't. But sometimes I don't.

.... and sometimes you feel like a nut and.....

Question Of The Day

How good can the day be when your significant other starts it by telling you that you are a "stupid f%$#ing asshole"?

People Watching At Starbuck's

As most of my blog friends know I love people watching. It amuses me. Today I got to have some fun with it.

Nicci and I drove together today and on the way down the mountain we were behind this young girl in a KIA. She kept playing with her hair the whole time. She was twisting it and twirling it while she drove. Personally, I didn't care but Nicci kept commenting on it.

Once we were on the main highway we got seperated from Kia Girl but when we decided to go to Starbuck's there she was, right in front of us again. Nicci said she wondered if she was still playing with her hair and once we got close enough we saw that she was. I just smiled and mentioned that I sure hoped she was going to Starbuck's too. Nicci just said, "Oh no." Guess where the girl went? ;)

On our way inside this 'Cool Dude' drove up in this truck that you had to see to believe. It was just a Dodge truck but it was sitting up high. It had those pipes that came from under the body and stuck straight up behind the cab. They made it loud. It had a home made hood scoop and home made flame decorations on the side. It had racing stickers all over the windows. It had two different styles of big chrome wheels and fancy running boards along the side. too bad the paint was all faded and even looked like it was off the hood altogether. I couldn't wait to see the driver.

Didn't have to wait long. He roared into a spot and jumped out of the truck. He was tall and thin, not what I expected from seeing that redneck looking truck. He was dressed all in black. Even his shoes. He had black spikey hair and a big silver chain hanging on his hip. I guess it was attached to his wallet. He half sprinted into the store, looking over his shoulder at us as he closed the door in front of us. We were about 5 feet from it. I guess we were slow?

Once we were in Starbuck's in line I watched Kia Girl order and stand there twirling her hair in her fingers. I thought for a second if she knew she did that. Then when she looked at me I smiled and said, "Nice hair." She looked confused and said, "Huh?" I just smiled innocently and said, "You have nice hair." She still looked confused and said thanks. Nicci elbowed me hard in the ribs. :)

Then Cool Dude ordered. But the ordering was the best part. He called every guy there 'Bro'. We were all his brothers. Then a guy working there came up to talk with him about his truck. He was a really good looking guy. I remember thinking that he probably was popular with women because of his looks. He was sort of tall, light brown hair, bright blue eyes and just all over handsome. Except for one flaw. The one thing about him was that he had shaved both sides of his head but the middle. The mohawk hair was pretty long and very wavy. It totally ruined his look. If he had left his hair in a normal style of some kind he was sure to be somethingof a hottie to the women (and maybe to some guys). But as it was, he looked kind of like a bad-ass-wanna-be-pretty-boy. It was strange. He also was friends with the Cool Dude. Strike two. They called each other Bro a lot. I thought they might hug.

When Mo Hawk waited on us it was apparent he was a true blond. On top of every other disappointment he was a dope too. He had to reenter our order 3 time before he got it right. How hard is an order of '2 grande lattes'? Then he couldn't get the card to work right. He kept sliding the card and it would beep and he would stare at it and give out these heavy sighs. Another guy came over to him and turned the card over and slid it for him. The new guy acted annoyed too so I guess Mo Hawk was consistant with his air-headedness. Then he told us the total, twice the actual total. That had to be fixed. He had rung us up twice. Then when it was fixed he still told us the wrong total. I saw it was right on the screen so I just ignored it.

As we turned to head out I stopped and asked if he had trouble sleeping. He asked why. I said that I thought with his hair like that it would make for some strange air currents at night. That maybe it would be hard to sleep with the air blowing around his head the way it did. He laughed and said he slept fine. He didn't notice any temperature changes at all.

Nicci just kept on walking.

As we headed over to get our coffee a guy in nice professional looking attire came in. He looked normal enough until I saw that his sun glasses were on his forehead. He had not bothered to take them off. Nor had he bothered to push them all the way up on top of his head. They were on his forehead, resting on his eyebrows. I stopped ead and stared at him. I started to ask if his forehead needed protection from the sun but Nicci grabbed me and made me leave. Spoilsport.

I really wanted to know!

Quote Of The Day

Heard in the office area earlier:

"Thanks Bill. I hope a bug farm grows in your anus." (Said with a genuine looking smile on her face.)

The Jeep Stories

A guy who used to work for me returned to work here a few weeks ago. He ahd left over 10 years previously. We were talking and I casually asked him where his Jeep was since I noticed he was driving something different. (He had saved up and paid cash for the Jeep way back when.)

He started laughing and told me story after story about his Jeep. One was how one day he was driving down the highway and he started smelling something bad. Then suddenly he was in a cloud of white smoke. The engine was on fire. He said, "I remember thinking 'That's not good'". Mr. Understatement. He was in a busy area so he had to hurry to an exit to find somewhere to pull off. By the time he got to an exit he said the paint on the hood of the Jeep was bubbling. So he got into a parking lot and got the hood opened and flames were everywhere. He then started looking for his fire extinguisher and realized he had taken it out for recharging recently. (He is a pilot so he always carries stuff like that in his vehicle.)

Now he's standing there watching his enging burn so he turns and sees a guy going into a business and goes to ask him for a fire extinguisher. The guy asks why and he just points to the Jeep. The guy yells "Oh shit!" and runs inside to find one. But he takes too long so my friend looks around inside the Jeep some more and finally he finds a Coke. So he proceeds to dump Coke all over the engine. Somehow that works and the flames go out.

He had it towed to his garage where he repladed all the melted hoses and belts, started it up and drove it away. Just like that. Apparently the hose to the master cylinder had burst and sprayed fluid over the engine, starting the fire.

Another story he told me was how one night he was following his girlfriend home when a storm came up suddenly. He didn't have the top on the Jeep so driving at night in a storm with no top was difficult. So at some point he passes a truck going the other direction and it splashes a huge pile of water onto him as it goes by. He gets even more soaked but the worst part was the weight of the water hitting the windshield broke the wipers. They wouldn't run. So there he is, pitch black outside, raining very hard, no top and no wipers, glasses soaked and fogging up trying to follow his girlfriend home.

Now the girlfriend gets disoriented and drives off the road over a curb. naturally he can't see what's happening so he syas suddenly the Jepp hits something and he bounces way up in the air. Then he sees his girlfriend stopped in front of him so he hits the brakes and starts sliding in a circle. They had missed a turn and were now in the median of a dual roadway somewhere. He had just bounced over one of those concrete drainage things you see in the miccle of those highways. Luckily the girlfriend had missed it or her car would have been toast.

But they got back on the road and finally made it home. It took days for the Jeep and for him to dry out, he said.

He told me other stories that had me laughing so hard. You have to hear how he tells them to appreciate it. But then, after all the horror stories, he says he really misses the Jeep. He said it was the best vehicle he's ever owned. I asked if maybe all the adventures made him think that way about it. He said maybe but he wished he had never sold it.

Funny how we get attached to things. For whatever reason. I've been there so I understand.

Talking With Liberal Idiots

I had this conversation over the weekend with someone in our neighborhood who I once considered a casual friend. He likes to stop by and talk about the garden and stuff sometimes. I think he may not think of me as a friend anymore:

Friend: I think more people need to help that homeless shelter in town. They need more volunteers to keep it going.

YB: Personally, I hope it folds. That thing shouldn't be in this little town anyway.

Friend: How can you say that? Don't you care what happens to those people?

YB: Nope. Most of them ended up in that situation because they chose their direction badly. Now they want us to support them. I refuse to assist their stupidity.

Friend: They are homeless and need help. How can you not feel bad for them?

YB: I can't feel bad for someone who gets themselves into situations where they are destroying their lives. Most of them are drug and alcohol users and have not learned their lessons. I sit and watch them from my Uncle's store. They sit in their cars and drink all day long. They have the kids sitting there handing them beers. Then they go inside for their free meals. They disgust me.

Friend: That's why we need to help them. They are helpless.

YB: Nope, they are losers. They need to be out working and earning their way. I do feel bad that those kids are in that situation. The kids are the ones who always suffer.

Friend: I can't believe you said that. You act as if you are better than they are. No one is better than anyone else. No one.

YB: Wrong again. That BS line is what creates people like those in that shelter. Some people are better than others.

Friend: WTF are you talking about? If more people would realize that we are all equals then we wouldn't have these things happening to some of us.

YB: Some of them. Get it right. Don't associate me with them.

Friend: (Getting very agitated with me now) How long have you been an ass like that? How can you be so coldhearted? Just who do you believe you are better than anyway? You are not better than anyone else.

YB: I've been an ass most of my life, thanks. But the truth is simply this; I am better than people who don't want to work. I am better than people who won't take responsibility for their kids and provide a decent life for them. I am better than the rapists, murderers, child molestors and crack heads of the world. I am also better than the liberal idiots of the world who push their stupidity in the form of dogmatic crap like "we are all equals" and can't see that they are wrong. That they are making sure that the losers of the world will still be losers because they want to coddle them instead of giving them the tools to learn responsibility for themselves. The liberal idiots with the blinders on who can't see the consequences of their bullshit actions are the worst of the bunch. They only look at the world through their rose colored glasses and think how great they are for 'helping people see the error of their ways'. That's who I am better than.

Friend: (Turning red now) Are you saying you are better than me?

YB: If that describes you then yes, I am better than you. (Smiling broadly)

Friend: WTF is wrong with you? You are sick.

YB: Well, if I am sick in your eyes then I think I'm doing just fine.

Friend (stomping away, probably forever) *mumble.. asshole...mumble....

YB: (talking with Nicci) Gee, that was kinda fun. Who else do you know that is that much fun to piss off?

Nicci: (laughing) Oh boy........

Pretty People

Yesterday we had one of those company update meetings. A review of the past quarter. I went with JC. We sat there before it started chatting and watching people. She and I like doing that (as if you didn't know that about me). In a quiet moment she just casually mentioned that there were a lot of attractive people here these days. I thought about it and looked around and realized that she was right. There sure were.

Then she and I started picking out people we thought were attractive to see if we had the same opinion. We were about 75% of the time agreed. It's funny how that works between different people. I rarely can tell what kind of guy a woman will find attractive but I usually can tell what type of woman is attractive to either a man or woman.

There was one woman who sat nearby who we agreed about. She reminded me of a blond Claudia Black. Not beautiful but very elegant and had a kind of grace about her. She wasn't a person you would immediately glance at and say "Wow, she's pretty." But she carried herself in a way that added to her aura.

There was the big cheeses secretary who was running the show that we both agreed on too. She is pretty, dark hair and a nice tan. Kinda tall and slim. She looks like a stay-at-home-Mom type but obviously shes not. She was wearing one of those denim dresses that had thin straps on the shoulders and was long enough to go to her ankles. She had some sexy strappy sandles on too, which I love. The whole look was sexy but subdued. It was like she was hot but didn't know it. Probably just dressed for comfort but managed to look sexy doing it.

Then we started talking about the guys. There was this one guy who sat in the front. He is a good looking guy but J has the feeling that he knows he is so he bugs her. I thought he was Ok, nothing special but what do I know. He seemed to me like a model from a Sears catalog. Pleated pants with the Izod polo shirt, slicked black hair. That "I'm so way cool" attitude. Good looking but didn't give the impression of being personable. Made me wonder what he was like away from the spotlight.

Another guy came and sat near us who was pretty good looking. One of those who joked easily and smiled all the time. He looked like he worked out a lot and dressed in a casual way that made him look like he didn't care for anything but comfort. He was nice, friendly and good looking. One that we both agreed on.

When my friend Lindsey walked in J elbowed me and said "Theres a pretty girl. Very down to earth and smiles all the time. I like her." I just smiled because she really is that. Shes one who is the girl-next-door type of pretty and she is simply what you see. No airs about her at all.

I guess what we got from all this was interesting. There are some pretty people who know they are pretty and that makes them less pretty to others. There are some who are just themselves and that makes them even more attractive. There are some who try hard to be pretty and that is not always the best thing. Mostly I think that almost everyone can have something attractive about themselves.

Then I started thinking about what it must be like to go through life knowing you are one of the 'pretty people'. Knowing you are physically attractive must be like a super power or something. It would make a person more confident in themselves and that usually translates into good things. I would like to spend a little time trying on that identity. I think it would be fun to experience. But then again, maybe it would make me an arrogant ass. Yeah, I coule see that about me. Maybe. My personality isn't like that but who knows? Perhaps personality is the one thing that gives everyone has a chance to be pretty. Being an arrogant ass makes one ugly. I think I'd prefer to avoid that.

I have no idea where this discussion is headed. I am typing and thinking as I go. I'd like to hear opinions about the subject. Don't be shy. I think all my blog friends are pretty anyway. :)

Another Survey

I bummed this one from Peachy (who bummed it from Yoj). Go read her answers. She'll make you laugh.

Whats your name spelt backwards?: bobeeknaY

What did you do last night?: I left work really late again, got home, took out the trash, got stuff ready for work this morning and then relaxed with some Governor's White and the Yankee game. (Which the boys won at the O's expense, btw.)

The last thing you downloaded onto your computer?: Other than porn? :) Ok, seriously, music from a guitar tablature site for the band.

Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?: Of course I have. You haven't lived until you do. (Me too Peachy.)

Last time you swam in a pool?: A long time ago on vacation. I hate swimming.

What are you wearing?: Business casual attire (I'm at work after all) and my sexy thong underwear. (Guess which is true.)

How many cars have you owned?: Geez, let's see... a Pinto, a 1963 Impala SS, a Skylark, an Olds 442, a big Olds Delta 88, a VW Bug, a Celica GT, an Olds Alero, a corolla (Hated that one) 2 BMW 3-series, a Scion and a Jeep. Variety is the spice of life, eh?.

Type of music you dislike most?: Rap. Its not music.

Are you registered to vote?: Yes. I am a Republican but don't ask me what I think of Bush these days. I'll sound like a Democrat.

Do you have cable?: Yes and I just got a new deal on it last night by threatening to disconnect and get a dish. It's weird how that works every time. :)

What kind of computer do you use?: HP.

Ever made a prank phone call?: HA! Too many times to count. Those were the days.

You like anyone right now?: Yep, a few people. Plus one new special one. (She knows who she is.)

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?: Yes and yes. I plan on doing the skydiving soon too.

Furthest place you ever traveled?: Either Sweden or Denmark. Which is further? Denmark I think.

What's your favorite comic strip?: Calvin & Hobbes!!! I love Dilbert and Peanuts but Calvin and I are kindred spirits.

Do u know all the words to the national anthem?: Yes, but only the first verse.

Shower, morning or night?: Morning. In the evening after a workout but that's not every night.

Best movie you've seen in the past month?: Kissing Jessica Stein. Good movie!

Favorite pizza toppings?: Pepperoni, Onion & Pineapple. Maybe a little extra sauce on it please.

Chips or popcorn?: I like popcorn. Chips are boring for the most part.

What cell phone provider do you have?: Verizon. Now ask if I'd recommend them. ;)

Have you ever smoked peanut shells?: Not that I remember. ;)

Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?: Yes. But only in my mind.

Orange Juice or apple?: Neither one. I will have apple if it's the only thing available.

Who were the last people you sat at lunch with?: My coworkers. We took some guy out for his last day at work.

Favorite chocolate bar?: Hershey's Special Dark

Who is your longest friend and how long?: My friend Mike. We've known each other for about 22 years.

Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?: I hate tomatoes, so I don't eat them whether they are homegrown or not. (Yeah Peachy, me too.)

Have you ever won a trophy?: Yes. I played a lot of school sports. Good thing I had great team mates.

Favorite arcade game?: Elevator Action.

Ever ordered from an infomercial?: I ordered that rotisserie (sp?) oven from the shopping network. It really is great too!

Sprite or 7-UP?: Neither. I can't stand either one.

Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work?: No.

Last thing you bought at Walgreens?: I have never been to Walgreens. Is that like WalMart?

Ever thrown up in public?: Yes. Embarrassing too. One would think I'd have learned after the first time.

Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?: Easy, millionaire. true love is more fleeting (even if it sounds like it isn't. Trust me.)

Do you believe in love at first sight?: No. Lust at first sight for sure. Not love.

SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON?: Spongebob!

Did you have long hair as a young kid?: Yes. Down to the middle of my back and I'd still have it now if I could.

What message is on your voicemail machine?: That annoying mechanical woman's voice that comes with the machine. It's neat. :)

Where would you like to go right now?: Yankee Stadium. Otherwise either Hawaii or the Grand Canyon.

Whats the name of your pet?: Abby.

What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it?: I don't remember what it's called but I do know that it is empty and in storage.

What do you think about most? Winning the Lottery and having a kick ass time with life afterward. Ok, sex too. ;)

No Time For A Real Post

Just wanted to say hello....


"Hi there." Freddy 'Boom Boom' Washington

"How you doin?" Joey Tribiani

"Hey hey hey." Dwayne Nelson

"What's happenin?" Fred 'Rerun' Stubbs

"Live long and Prosper." Spock



How's that?

See ya soon. (I hope.) ;)

BS Friday Answer

Good morning everyone. I hope everyone else is having the amazing weather we are having today. It is a great morning.

Some friends and I have decided to go out and play a round of golf this morning. I am looking forward to it. Of course, what I do out there sort of resembles golf. They play golf. I hack the course to pieces. But it is fun.

OK, the BS Friday story is all true. All of it. I have never seen such a display of gluttony in my life. It was like something from a bad TV sitcom. That guy was a crack-up.

There was a lot of other funny things to talk about from that meeting too. I just didn't want write a book about it. Those old guys are all characters.

Thats about it for this morning. I hope everyone has a great day. I'm planning on one.

The Return Of BS Friday

Welcome back to BS Friday. Some of you may remember this event, some may not. The gist of it is simple; I'll write it and you tell me if it's true or just plain old BS. This week's post is called: Old Guy Dinner

Last night I went with my Uncle to his Coin Club dinner. It was actually the club's 'Summer Picnic' but if you know guys that are 70 years old and above (nope, not kidding) you know what a picnic is. It's a dinner at an old people's restaurant.

The restaurant was one of those that cater to older people. The kind that doesn't add any spices to the food even to cook it. Not even salt. The evening was pretty funny.

To start with I was supposed to show up for dinner at 6:00. I got there at 5:45 and had to find out where they were meeting. They had 'the special room' reserved. It was a room off the kitchen that you could reserve for stuff like this. When I got in there it looked like a museum full of stuff from the town. There were pics of the town from turn of the century, old artifacts like football championship trophys and there were even old banners from the high school dated from 1920 through 1933 hanging on the walls. It was cool! I felt like I was in the movie "It's A Wonderful Life". Everything looks like that style.

Once I got to the tables I found that everyone was already chowing down on salads and had drinks. I started laughing and asked whose clock had been screwed up. That got a smile from my Uncle and a few of the others.

The dinner consisted of chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy and some steamed veggies. The veggies tasted like warm water. The chicken was OK and the potatoes were bland. The gravy helped them. Until the first incident eliminated the gravy for me and my Uncle.

The incident involved this big fat guy sitting 2 seats down from me. He was really big. He had a super sized shirt on that still allowed his belly to hang out the bottom. I knew he would be a character when I noticed he had empty seats on either side of him so his natural inclination was to eat the salads set at those places too. Yep, he ate 3 salads before dinner. Laughing about it while little lettuce chunks stuck to his lips and chin. (No, I am not kidding.)

Then the real food came out. He grabbed the veggies, slammed a pile on his plate and started eating them right away while passing the bowl on. He did the same thing when the chicken came. The potatoes and gravy started at our end so we got some and passed them on. When they got to him he literally took half the bowl, dumped a huge amount of gravy on them and then proceeded to wipe the rim of the gravy container with his finger and lick it. He did that several times while the next guy waited for the gravy. "Don't want it to drip on the table" he said. I was stunned. The next guy just used the gravy anyway.

When it came back around later I passed.

This guy was amazing! He had 7-8 pieces of chicken, 3 huge piles of taters and gravy, complete with finger licking and gravy bowl wiping every time, a ton of veggies and maybe a gallon of raspberry ice tea. And then he complained when dessert was just one piece of pie. Lets not forget those 3 salads he started with. It was a sight to see.

Then during the meeting part he leaned way back on his chair with that big belly sticking out and he rubbed it while he talked. Like he was polishing it or something.

Later when we were standing outside talking he came out and flipped his hand at us and waddled past. I started laughing because not only did his gut hang out from under his shirt but his shorts were wedged pretty good up his behind too. They were those sort knit type of big old baggy shorts and the leg parts made it to his knees. But the center of the shorts couldn't cover the butt. They were long on the outside of his legs but short on the inside of his legs. My Uncle just watched him walk away. He turned to me and shook his head and said, "That guy is really a mess. Did you see him licking that gravy bowl? I just don't know sometimes."

Neither do I Uncle. Neither do I.

Scenes From My Youth

I have been having amusing flashbacks lately. For some reason different scenes from my long ago past have been popping into my head. It's weird but fun too.

I think it started because the carnival is in town again. It's that time of year when the hometown carnival draws the crowds into the middle of our little tiny town. I remember when I was young being so excited every year when it was time. Kids love that stuff.

But these days I keep thinking "WTF was wrong with me?" Going to carnivals isn't that much fun now. Going to the one in town where all the townies can attend is way less fun. Unless you like to watch rednecks and white trashy people and make fun of them. But I wouldn't do that, would I? ;)

The majority of the population at this carnival are the people who live in town and can't drive out of town for the better carnivals. (Carnivals tour the whole area during the Summer.) These people either are living in the town slums or the homeless shelter. There are some regular people there too but they are a minority. It is just plain scary at that event! My Uncle has his store right next to the parking lot where the carnival is and he goes down there and sits in front in a lawn chair just to protect the store. He knows if he doesn't there probably will be trouble. (It has happened before.)

Nope, I don't know what I was thinking when I was young. I guess kids don't care about that stuff. These days I just ignore them or I go for the munchies and make a quick exit.

When I was in middle school we ahd this Spanish teacher that had a heavy accent. He also had this habit of saying "You know what I mean?" after almost every sentence. It was weird. But his accent made it sound like "Chu know what I'm in?" Naturally being kids we picked up on that quickly and we imitated him all the time.

One day I was in a small group of friends and we were all talking away. There was this hot blond girl I liked there and I kept imitating this teacher every time someone said something. It was funny to me plus I was sure she was thinking I was sooo funny. She had to be impressed, right?

So after a few times she just turns to me, puts her hands on her hips and says in a nasty voice, "No, I don't know what you are in. What are you talking about?" Turns out she had no idea who that teacher was nor did she get the joke. I had come across as a big, self-centered jerk. In her eyes I was just trying to interrupt the conversation(s) and get her attention. I remember being floored for days. Needless to say I couldn't bring myself to talk with her again for a long time. Lesson learned.


I had two friends when I was young, Robbie and Wendy. They liked each other a lot but were both kinda shy. They would talk and giggle and pretend they didn't like each other but to the rest of us they would profess their love. It was cute.

We were all heavily into playing Baseball back then. When we didn't have a little League game to play we would be at the 'vacant lot' playing a pick-up game. Robbie finally managed to get Wendy to play one day. They ended up on opposite teams. I remember thinking that they should just go into the woods and smootch and get it over with rather than just keep up the silliness.

Anyway, Wendy wanted to try pitching so she got in there and pitched. The game went on for a few hitters and then Robbie came to bat. They were so google-eyed at each other. I was thinking "Just throw the damn ball already!" Then Wendy threw and Robbie hit the ball. Hit it hard and hit it right at her. It hit her in the chest, hard on her left boob and down she went. She was in great pain. She cried and cried and we had to help her home.

She never played again and she never forgave Robbie for hitting her like that. She had no idea that it wasn't on purpose. All she knew was that he had hurt her. That was the end of a possibly beautiful relationship. You know, 'a woman scorned' and all that. Sad.

I remember when I was rally little how much I hated baths. Like 7-8 years old little. I would do everything in my power to get out of them. Baths were the scourge of my life back then. I do not know why. I went to great lengths to avoid them. I would take the time to run the water, wet the towel and the soap, change clothes, everything to appear that I had a bath. But I didn't really have a bath. It never occurred to me that all that effort took as much time as actually taking a bath would have. Plus there was the fear factor of getting caught added in. But kids don't think of stuff like that. I didn't realize what a time waster I was. I could have had the bath and been done and clean and in a much better frame of mind and wasted less play time if I just had gotten it over with. Luckily for me I soon discovered showers and then my Mom couldn't keep me out of the tub.

I remember a time when I was maybe 4 years old. I absolutely loved oranges. I had to have oranges as much as possible. Anywhere, anytime. We were at my Grandmother's house and I went looking for oranges. I got into the fridge and found an orange and was determined to 'open it' and eat it up. Naturally I got caught and my Mom and Grandmother kept telling me it wasn't an orange. They said I would hate it because it wasn't what I thought it was. I argued and fussed and cried and begged until they had had enough of me. So they said if they gave it to me that I had to eat it all. I promised I would. That didn't sound too hard to me. So they cut the thing up and gave it to me. I grabbed a hunk in each hand and slammed it into my mouth and then just about freaked. It was a Lemon. Not what I was expecting at all.

Then I was freaking because I had to eat it. I hated it but I had made a promise to eat it. I think I made it half way through and that it took me a long time. Then they let me off the hook. Another lesson learned; don't go begging for lemons. They just don't taste like oranges.

:) :) :)

You've Gotta Be Kidding Me

I was trying to tune my new radio to something that will work in my office and I just heard this lyric on a country music station:

"If you're going through hell just keep on going, you might get out before the devil even knows you're there."

WTF? I swear, country music people will write anything and someone will think it has some deep meaning.

I am so gonna write some country hits. It has to be easy. Then I can get rich and go to their awards show just to stand up there and tell them how I wrote all that stuff as a joke and they all fell for it.

Now that would be fun!

I Feel So Ashamed!

I did something that I had sworn I would never do again. Something so bad, so disgusting, so heinous that I still feel a little dirty today. I said I wouldn't lower myself to this level again, but alas, I have fallen.....

.....I watched a Tom Cruise movie.

I know, I know, i hear your sighs of sadness and feel your disgust. I broke down and watched War of the Worlds. I hope you can all forgive me.

I succomed to the temptation because I loved the book. I have read it a few times. The movie made back in the 50's is a fave of mine because it's just so campy. I love "B" movies anyway. So when I kept seeing it on HBO I finally watched it.

Basically I didn't mind it. Cruise was.... well, Cruise. He played that character just like the guy from Risky Business. Just grown up. Anyone else sense that too? It just seemd like the same guy with some years on him. I can see him being the same guy too. That Risky Business guy probably ended up like the WOTW guy did.

But Dakota Fanning was awesome! I thought she did a great job. I was impressed with her. She made me want to jump in there and fight to keep her safe.

I guess the movie wasn't as bad as I had expected. It got such crappy reviews that I thought it would really suck. It didn't. Some of the effects were cool! I loved the way the big machine came up out of the ground the first time. I also thought it was cool the way the people turned to dust when they got zapped by the alien ray but their clothes still kept going.

I also liked the part where the character played by Tim Robbins got it. I'm not a fan of him anymore either. (But he did play the part well.)

Anyway, I hope my blog friends aren't too disgusted with me. My only excuse for my weakness is that the original story is a classic and I really was curious. I didn't mind the movie at all so that was a nice surprise. If you haven't seen it and you don't have anything else to do and it doesn't cost you a penny it's an OK time waster. Check it out as long as it doesn't take away from anything else like organizing your sock drawer, cleaning the toilet, whittling a toothpick out of a giant maple tree, you know, the important things in life. ;)

Is It The Age?

I'm feeling a little old. It came about thanks to a couple of interactions I've had recently with younger people.

First, I went to WalMart to see if they had the movie Casablanca. I really had the urge to see that movie over the weekend. I had it on video but I got rid of all the videos and I never got the DVD. So I'm looking around and the girl working there comes over to ask if she can help. I told her I was looking for Casablanca. I just expected that everyone knew that one. It's a classic. Well, her blank stare told me differently.

No problem. Not everyone knows the classics. Then she said "Maybe it's over here." and took me to the DVD television shows. I told her it was a movie and she took me to the new releases, explaining how everything was in alphabetical order. So I told her it was an old movie not a new release. She then takes me to the bargain bin. She said, "This is where some of the older movies are. There are some in here that are at least 5 years old." I just smiled and said the movie was at least 55-60 years old. Another blank stare.

Then I said, "You've never seen it? You know, Humphrey Bogart?" She just smiled and said she had never even heard of it or him. Huh. Imagine. So I took her to the classic aisle and showed her the Bogart collection pack they had. I recommended she see at least Casablanca. She really wasn't too interested.

Then yesterday I was at lunch with my friend Lindsey. We were talking about going for sushi next week and I said I owed her so I would 'spring' for the sushi. She said, "What does that mean?" I didn't get what she was asking. She said, "What do you mean 'spring for sushi'?" I just smiled and explained that I would take her for sushi and pay for it. I know that term is mostly heard with old farts but it never dawned on me that someone wouldn't know what it meant.

Maybe it's the age? Maybe I am too easily surprised about these things? I don't have a lot of interaction with younger people so I guess it makes sense that I would be surprised. I'm not that old but I'll tell you, stuff like that makes me feel older than I am.

Happy Blogiversary To Me

It is/was the 2 year blogiversary for Yankeebob last week. Thursday to be exact. I have held off on the celebration on purpose. Simply because I wasn't sure if I would keep going.

Yeah, I know everyone says that when they reach another year. But I was serious about it. Especially after reading through the first 6 months of the blog. Simply put, I liked it back then. The first 6 months were real and honest and the last 6 months have been stinky, lame and boring. I have lost it.

But then I started thinking about what the difference is. Why has the blog changed so much? So much that I don't like it anymore? Good questions. So I asked myself this: "Self, wtf have you been doing differently? What is the reason that you were OK back then and now you are not?" Then I re-read some of the original stuff and I realized this; I wrote whatever I felt like writing. I published whatever opinions and whatever content I wanted. No matter what. Damn the torpedos!

I no longer do that. I have fallen into the trap that I see a lot of bloggers realizing they have fallen into. They get to be concerned about who is reading. They cater to what they think will be popular and what they believe will be interesting for a certain group of readers. They become entertainers and not bloggers. They even go so far as to beg for comments. (That one made me crazy!)

The blog is a diary. Or it's supposed to be like one at least. It is supposed to cronicle a person's trip through this world and hopefully get a little insight from blog friends along the way. It's also a way to see the world without really travelling. Learning about other ways of life via the internet is pretty cool. At least that's my take on it.

I guess it's OK to want to be an entertainer. I like that sometimes too. But mostly I want a record of my thoughts and stuff. My stuff scares even me sometimes and lately I just keep it all inside and post very little of it. That has to change.

So I am giving it another go. I will attempt to be Yankeebob again. I won't be ending this blog as I had planned on doing. I know a lot of fellow bloggers that have experienced the same thing. I think a few of them have managed to get back to their roots, so to speak. I think I can. I know I'm going to try.

So let's celebrate the 2 year blogiversary of Yankeebob today, eh? Let's hope the next year will be as good as it can get. (I wonder what that means?)

It's Been A Happy, Gay Weekend

Yep, this weekend has been quite fun. Happy and gay as they used to say back in the old days. Of course it's also been gay since I spent Friday and Saturday with my lesbian friends. They are the ones who hooked me up with the Yankee tickets for Friday and I went to a birthday party one was having for the other on Saturday. All in all, a pretty good time.

The game on Friday was great. In case you missed it it featured the Yanks taking an early 3 run lead. They looked like they were going to win by a huge score. They had men on in every inning but couldn't get them to score. Then the O's came back and even went ahead by a run. But the Yanks tied it up again and ultimately won it on a Posada homerun.

I was talking on the phone with one friend and she was telling me about the weird people near her when the Yanks tied it up. They were O's fans and they were really hassling them. Then the Posada homerun and she said the loud mouths wouldn't even acknowlege them after that. Figures.

The birthday party was fun. It was in our old neighborhood. It was a family thing and we had a good time. We got to go and see our old home and we were shocked! We were warned that we would be. Some of you may remember Nicci's garden from back then but now it looks like an abandoned lot. It is a weed field. The place really does look abandoned. Whoever is living there has just ignored the yard. Not just the plants but the trees and the grass. The grass was a foot high with weeds throughout. It was sad to see.

Today was kinda chill (as Yoj would say). I had Starbuck's twice. That was cool. I built a gazebo. I taped the Yankee game and I'm about to watch it. Pretty chill.

Has anyone else heard of Caribou Coffee? At the party everyone was raving about it. They claim that once I try it I will give up Starbuck's. Uh huh. Tall order there. But if I can find it I will try it.

So I hope everyone else had a good weekend. Thats how mine has been. I'm not looking forward to going to work tomorrow but I didn't win the Lottery yet so, whadda ya do, eh? Yeah, grin and bear it.

I'm Worth $430.50

I was just perusing different blogs and found this on Boredsexless's site. It looked interesting so I thought I'd do it to see what I'm worth.

I'm worth $430.50.

How much are you worth? Add up the dollar amounts for the statements that are true for you. I challenge anyone who does not admit to the $0.50! And no, I am not telling you which ones are true for me (unless you beg me to).

Smoked pot-- $10
Got drunk, passed out and dont remember the night before-- $20
Went skinny dipping-- $5
Had sex in a pool-- $20
Kissed someone of the same sex-- $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex $20
Cheated on your g/f or b/f -- $10
Cheated on your g/f or b/f with their relative or close friend--$20
done oral-- $5
got oral-- $5
got oral in a car while it was moving --$25
prank called the cops-- $5
Stole something-- $10
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars--$20
Had sex with someone 10 years older-- $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27--$25
Cried yourself to sleep-- $5
Cried during sex--$20
Been in love-- $25
Been in love with two ppl or more at the same time --$50
Said you love someone but didnt mean it-- $25
Went streaking-- $5
Went streaking in broad daylight --$15
Been arrested-- $5
Spent time in jail --$15
Peed in the pool-- $0.50
Played spin the bottle-- $5
Done something you regret-- $20
Had a crush on your best friend--$5
Had sex with your best friend --$20
Had a crush on someone at work --$5
Had sex with someone you work with at work --$25
Lied to your mate --$5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good --$25

Shopping With YB

Yesterday after an awesome sushi lunch my friend J and I walked into this women's clothes store to kill some time. Neither of us felt like going back to work right away.

We walked around a little and she saw a black trench coat hanging on the wall. It was one of those that wasn't full length. It would end up above the knee. This is part of the conversation once she saw it:

J: "Ooh! I like that coat."
YB: "Really? It looks Ok but..."
J: "Yeah, it's one of those that you wear to surprise someone. You wear only the coat and nothing under it."
YB: "Uhh..... wow..." (Mental images running through my mind. J is a hottie.).....
J: "Yeah, just the coat and some strappy pumps."
YB: "Hmmm..."
Salesgirl: "Hi. I'm Jennie. Is there anything I can help you with today?"
J: "No thanks. We are just looking around."
YB: "Actually, I think I just fell in love with this trench coat."
J: *giggling*
Salesgirl: "Yeah, it is very popular. Even though it's still summer we sell a lot of those."
J: *giggling and stepping away*
YB: "I'll bet. It is sexy in some unexplainable kind of way. Do women buy them because of weather or for some other personal reason?"
Salesgirl: "Uhmm, I'm not sure what you mean."
YB: "Do have any strappy pumps to go with it?"
Salesgirl: "Really? Oh, well maybe. Uhmm, did you want to see any?"
J: *Grabbing my arm and dragging me away laughing* "C'mon. let's go."
YB: "Maybe some other time. Thanks."

Outside:

J: "That was fun. Maybe I do need that coat."
YB: "Yeah, you model it, I'll buy it."
J: *Punching me in the arm.* "You are so bad!"

Well, she started it.

"I'm Not Dead Yet!"

That title is a quote from Monty Python, just in case you didn't recognize it. :)

Nope, I'm still alive. Maybe not well but alive. I haven't had time for a decent blogging session in days. If it's not work it is something else.

Yesterday I did get to see Peachy and Spacebrain for a long lunch. It was so good to see them. I sure miss those two. Wish we still worked together. :(

Now I have to run again. Too much to do today. This job is cool but it is busy. At least for another 6 months. Then maybe I can slow down.

Hope everyone is groovin along. "I'll be back!" (Yeah, another movie quote. Betcha knew that one.)

Team Appreciation Time

"The Yankees solved two of their problems with one trade on Sunday, acquiring right fielder Bobby Abreu and right-hander Cory Lidle from the Phillies for four Minor League prospects."

That's how the news starts out on Yankees.com. Wasn't it just last week that some frustrated dork (named Yankeebob) was bitching about the Yanks failure to solidify this year's team? Yep, it sure was. Shows what old YB knows. Apologies to Brian Cashman. :)

Not only have the Yanks bolstered their lineup with a solid outfielder and strong left handed bat but they added a needed #4 starter. Soon Cano, Shef and Matsui will be back and then we'll be at better than full strength. This team will rock the A.L. East!

I am so looking forward to the post season now. I'm not sure why I doubted the Boss and his henchmen. Good jobs boys. Now, let's Play Ball!

Why Do We Do What We Do?

Well here is the pic of the old lady next door in her undies. Unfortunately I tried to take it with my phone camera so I didn't get busted but it didn't come out so good. Doesn't matter. She is constantly out there like that these days so I'll sneak a better one later on. (Meritt thought I was lying so I had to post this one.)

She has also started walking around looking at the sky and talking to her husband. He's been dead a few decades now. But she's having some good conversations anyway.

Sometime soon I'm going to ask her why she's outside in her undies. Maybe it's one of those things where she is smarter than we are. Maybe she knows she can do it and get away with it because she's an old lady and people will just shake their heads and pity her. She probably wanted to do some risque stuff when she was young but back then people really couldn't. They would get "a reputation" and the whole neighborhood would gossip about them. But now she can run around almost undressed and get her kicks.

Or maybe I have way too much of an imagination.

Wouldn't It Be Funny...?...

... if everything I thought and then said "Blam!" came true? I mean, I'd have to have a codeword so that some thoughts didn't come true. But if I wanted them to be true I could do it.

Like when the stupid ass driver in front of me this afternoon turned suddenly in front of someone without warning, nearly causing a 3 car pileup, and I thought "I wish a cop was here right now to shove his nightstick up your ass!" If I had said "Blam!" it would have happened. Tell me you wouldn't want to see that. I'd stay for the show.

Or how about the giant, supersized woman in the grocery store. She was in the snack aisle filling her cart with chips, Doritos, Pepsi and stuff. I walked by and thought "What you need is some Jenny Craig food Big Mama!" If I could have made that come true it would be using my superpowers for good, right?

I would love to have that superpower. I would use it all the time. There would be one rule to it though. The one rule would have to be that the thought can't be planned. It has to be spontaneous. Like an intrusive thought.

Like when I saw that my 93 year old neighbor was outside in her underwear again. Shiny black underwear only. She's been doing that all week. Not just short trips outside either. An hour at a time sometimes. *shiver* My first thought was "Maybe that old woman needs some sex."

"Blam!" ;)

Quote Of The Day

"Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed." LKH

Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?

I kick ass but I also suck. Oh well, live fast, die young. :)



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Yeah, Big Surprise

So I guess we were supposed to be surprised that one of the 'N Sync boys is gay? Like, it's a big deal or sumpin? Nope, sorry buddy, that is no surprise to anyone.

This story is about Lance Bass and how he is now coming out of the closet. He really believes his sexual preference would have made a difference in the bands (so called band) popularity. Personally, I thought they all were gay anyway.

So Lance is a fag. BFD. (That was for you Peachy. :) )

Kissing Jessica Stein

No, that title isn't about some new love in my life. It is a movie I watched recently and I feel like talking about it here. (Check it out here.)

I actually bought it on a whim from my DVD club. After reading the synopsis I was interested so I ordered it. I wasn't disappointed.

The basic story is about a funny, neurotic woman who is fed up with her lovelife. Her lack of one anyway. On a whim, after some hilarious dating scenes, she answers an ad in the woman seeking woman column. She goes to meet the woman who happens to be heterosexual and is also looking for something different. She pretty much chickens out at first. But they click and things progress. I won't give it away but trust me, the movie is pretty darn entertaining.

For those of you who are freaked out about sexy stuff on TV, don't worry. There is some kissing stuff but it's a PG type film. I highly recommend seeing this one. The ending is a surprise of sorts too. I am happy I got to see it.

It made me wonder just how many people in the modern world have considered doing something like Jess & Helen did. How many people are fed up with useless dating rituals and the stereotypical "man & woman only" rules. It's an interesting concept that I bet happens a lot. With all the internet predators out there who hide their true personalities and the players who just get what they want and disappear I think people get tired of trying to find the right person. Burned out after all the losers they meet. I believe the movie has some basis in fact.

Check it out. On a scale of 1 - 10 I give it a 7.5.

Reason #112 Why I Love My Best Friend

Lisa and I at dinner tonight:

L: What instrument are you playing in the band this time?
YB: Uhmm, I am playing the skin flute.
L: Oh, I thought it was the bone-a-phone.

Yeah, she's cool like that.

They Are Torturing Me!

The Manager of the department next door just dropped an almost full box of Dunkin Munchkins in my office. they are for "whoever wants some." My office is in the middle of the main hallway and I get lots of visitors. There is always a candy stash here and visitors come by a lot. Now there is a box of Munchkins.

The women in that department are always bringing in some homemade yummy thing. There is always an invite to the break room for a snack. Most of the time it is something really worth the trip too.

I have been running and trying to work out regularly. Trying to get into some kind of decent physical shape. This is not fair. I can't resist me some Munchkins. They are calling me... calling me....

*pause for a few minutes*

Damn that was good. I sure hope someone comes by and takes these things away. Uh oh! Do I hear another Munchkin calling?

Predictable

The Yankees went down 13-5 today. Lost in grand style. But it was exactly what I expected. Everyone in Baseball probably did too. Having a starting pitcher named Ponson will pretty much assure you of an embarrassing afternoon. They couldn't have signed a bigger bum unless they would go and get Jaret Wright... oh, I forgot, they already did that too. *sigh*


I swear I can't understand where this team is headed with the lame signings they have been making. Anyone following the game knows that Ponson is a lemon. Not to mention how he's a ticking timebomb for major embarrassment. His actions off the field stink as much as his actions on the field.

We can't make the postseason this year with this team. Not unless the Sux implode. I am not quitting so I don't want to hear any crap. I will pull for every moment of every game. I will be excited when they are good. I will be bummed when they are not. It's just that right now I am bummed since it seems that everyone in the Baseball world seems to be able to make better personnel decisions than the Yankees. Is Brian Cashman really still in charge?

Where have you gone Brian Cashman?

Perfection

KFC is now the perfect fast food place. Wanna know how they acheived that rating? OK, I'll tell you. They now have sweet corn as a side dish. Imagine that!

Yep, that's all it took for me to rate KFC even higher. Anyone who knows me knows I love the place anyway but now it's even better. They have the best chicken, the best cole slaw, rice, taters with awesome gravy, those pot pies... yum! They even have cherry Pepsi. If you haven't tried those potatoe bowls yet, you really should. They are awesome.

So much good stuff and now corn, my fave side. The only way they can improve even a little more is if they ever start serving carrots. Then I would just go there every day. I wouldn't need anything else.

Gotta love the Colonel.

Genuis, Pure Genius

Maybe Wally could be my new hero. :)

Random Thoughts And Nice Pics

I just felt the need to post this pic this morning. :)



Have you ever been in a car with someone who will run their air conditioner and then turn the heater on too? The kind of person who heats the air conditioned air to the point that it's pretty much the same temperature as the outside air? Yeah, I have recently and it just got to me. I couldn't figure it out. Makes no sense to me. (And don't give me that 'lowering the humidity' crap. It just made it stuffy in the car.)


Not too many women can get into a simple outfit and make it awesome. Not like this.



I have a friend who busted her husband fooling around on her recently. Dumb ass was sending emails to his girlfriend from home. You would think that people these days would figure out that the age of technology makes that kind of thing nearly impossible to pull off. I'll write more about this later. It has gotten interesting.


Muy Caliente!!!




Gas prices are going way up again. There is an Engineer here that told me that there was a room temp. fusion generator perfected in the mid-80's. He claims the big oil people buried it because it would have put the oil companies out of business in short order. He's into conspiracy theories and all that but when you think about it, these days that sort of technology certainly is possible. There really is no reason for the gas prices to climb. They are just seeing things that they can sell as justification and screwing us over. I should'a bought oil stocks last year.


I doubt she gets this suit wet at the beach. ;)




Maybe this one is her beach suit then?




That is very cool! How come women don't have dresses like this around here?



Has anyone else ever had the Lance Captain's Wafers with Smokehouse Cheddar? Real Wisconsin Chedder, btw. They are great! I got some of those variety packs of crackers for work. This job is so busy I usually don't have time for lunch so I will grab a munchie when I can. I can't wait to try the cream cheese and chive. :)


Simply beautiful. :)




1. Which runs faster, hot or cold? - - - 2. What does Christmas have to do with a Cat in the Desert?

1. .dolc a hctac nac enoyrevE .toH - - - 2. .swalc ydnas evah htob yehT


Sheesh! I have to stop with the pics now. I could keep on and on and on.......



Anybody recognize her before this pic? Be honest.

I actually started this post yesterday. The new job and new schedule doesn't let me do as much with blogs as i once could. i think it's a good thing. I do get to read blogs but posting is hard. So beware... I am still watching you! Yeah, I was talking to you! You know who you are. I see that evile smile..... ;)

First Loves

Since I moved back to my hometown I have been constantly aware of the one person I knew in life that was my equal. My perfect match. My first real love. I don't mean first lover nor do I mean the first one I had feelings for. But she was and still is the first (and possibly last) real love for me.

She was as adventurous as I was. Both sexually and otherwise. She was smart, funny, warm... everything I thought was great about a person. Naturally I screwed it up for us.

But that's not my point this morning. My thoughts are simply this; once you have that first real love, none before seem like they were anything special. None after are as good. If you lose that one special one you will know it the rest of your life. You never love like that again. You can and most likely will fall for someone else but it's never the same. Never as intense, never as important, never as fulfilling.

Moving back has been awesome. I have no regrets at all. But everytime I venture out I am constantly watching over my shoulder. Watching and waiting for the time when I will run into her. It will happen I'm sure. It's a small town. Plus she knows I'm back. She has asked friends about me. I wonder how I'll react when I see her again? However I do react, it will be another small adventure to be sure.

I'm looking forward to it.

Images

This morning I had to come into work for a little while. No big deal. But the difference today is a big deal. Instead of being focused on the days work I was able to just let my mind wander as I drove. I noticed right away that it was and it amused me. So I thought I'd take notes and let everyone see how my mind works when left to it's own path. Here are some images from my mind this morning:

Backing out of the driveway I looked at the house. It's not quite a year since we moved in and there is quite a big difference. I need to take 'after pics' and compare them to the 'before pics'.

That old antique fire hydrant beside the State Store is awesome. Wish I had it at my house.

The big old house on the right is for sale. Zoned commercial? That is an amazing house. Must be 75-80 years old. What a waste to make it a commercial property. This is progress?

Saw a sign posted at the restaurant. "Happy Birthday Allie Jo". Made me think of my friend Allie J. Sweet!

Building another bank? Right next to that one? There are literally 6 banks along this one stretch of road. What? 5 miles maybe? We need more banks? And why do they keep building them right next to each other?

Funny, the old drive in sign post is still standing but the drive in is long gone. (The kind where they came to the car window to take your order.) The old 1950's Hot Rod passed me right in front of that old sign. Something ironic there I think.

I also think those days being a thing of the past is so sad. Bummer.

Theres that lawn & garden shop that wouldn't seel out to Lowe's. 4 million for that place they offered. He refused. Now Lowe's has that giant, low priced lawn & garden shop right next to him. He may be doomed.

That old restaurant on the left has closed. been there since before I was born. Sad. Worse for the old people who always went there.

That tire guy sure had to have a rough childhood with a anme like that. Blubaugh's Tires?

Hey, a moped for sale. I think I should get one of those or one of those cool scooters for running around town. Might be fun.

Had to pass that old Jimmy going up the hill. Made me feel sorry for it. The old thing had rust everywhere and all. I remember when having a Jimmy was so cool. That one would be in a retirement home if it were a person. I wonder if he ever made it up the hill. ;)

Passing the meadow that people are fighting to keep from being developed. Pardon me but isn't a meadow supposed to be more than just a mosquito breeding ground? I think those people need to find a real cause to fight for. It's not a meadow. it's a wasteland.

Another carnival on the mountain. Carnival season is the one way to know Summer is in full swing. Brings back a lot of memories. Ummm cotton candy!

Garbage can waiting to be picked up. I wonder how long before all our waste overruns us?

Kids camping in their back yard. I remember those nights when I was little. We didn't have tents like that. We used a blanket and put big rocks at the corners and baseball bats to hold the center up. It always seemd like a great adventure when we slept outside.

Good to see that person knows how to hang their flags properly. I am surprized at how many people do not know proper flag etiquette.

Poor old guy on the road. Seems too nervous to be driving. Stop watching me in your mirror. The road in front of you is more important. Have to pass you now. Bye.

Ice cream and book reading social? Now there is an old world idea. I didn't know people still did ice cream socials anymore. Neat.

Golf clubs in the back knocking against each other. Makes me think about the golf outing I promised a friend. I never emailed him before he travelled. Now he's in town and we have no plans. I suck sometimes.

That makes me think about SanFranLaura calling last night. Great to hear from you Laura. I hope you can stop by before leaving. If not, I am coming out there soon. :)

The big old mansions on top of the mountain are almost all broken up into several apartments now. This area was once very hoidy-toidy. Makes me sad to see those grand old buildings turned into something far less than they once were. Blah!

How strange that this small town has two houses right on the road abandoned. At least they seem like it. They are falling down. Kinda sad I think. When we were kids we looked for houses like that to explore. I have the itch to sneak into those two every time I pass them. Would be fun.

I don't mind this new stop on the road. Gives me time to put the windows all the way down and listen to the rushing water in the stream. Thank God for small favors, eh?

It's so nice to drive alone. I open every window and let the wind whip through the vehicle. No one to complain about it when i'm alone. So nice.

I'm glad my face isn't on one of those billboards. Has anyone ever seen a picture plastered on one of those that doesn't look odd somehow? I never have.

I wonder who gets to design those cool little highway signs that show us what attraction is coming at the next exit? That would be a fun job inventing cartoon-like pics. for those.

There is a big 3/4 ton truck with those things hanging off the back that look like a guys balls. I wonder what those are for? The truck has a big Harley Davidson banner on the back window. Somehow that is the only truck I've seen with big balls and it seemed right.

I wonder who decided to start planting the wildflowers in the median strips? That is such a good idea. They are beautiful.

I wonder just how many people I have passed on the highways in my lifetime? It has to be a huge number. Seems like they are are way too slow. :)

The guy running for State's Attorney would get my vote. He was my lawyer once and helped me a lot. Of course, if I hadn't been so rowdy back then I would never have known him, right?

There are so many people running for Sheriff. I'd like to be Sheriff. I'd hire someone named Barney and give him just one bullet. That should be a requirement for the job.

Looking at that license plate frame. Darn! It wasn't a Yankee one. I just don't understand anyone not having a Yankee license plate frame.

Doofus in the left lane going under the speed limit. Annoying. Then she finally moves over after noticing me behind her. I got beside her and looked over and she was a toung girl bee-bopping to some song. Chair dancing and tapping the wheel. Made me smile and think of Cindy Lou. I couldn't be annoyed anymore. :)

Excitement in my soul! The Starbuck's is in sight! Sweet!

Ohhh, a girl in shorts and a sports bra is sitting outside. She's pretty. I wonder how come sports bras are OK to wear in public but women don't wear just their regular bras out in the open? Aren't they the same thing? You know, in Stockholm when it's hot out everyone goes shirtless. Even the women go bare chested. That was a nice surprise.

Time to get to work. Good thing I don't have much to do. Just punch a button and wait.

There is a sampling of how my brain goes everywhere when left to it's own. Someday I'll look back and read thios and wonder. Maybe.

One Of 'Those' Days

It's one of 'those' days for me. One where I am not in the mood for people. Just people. Of any kind. I think since there are people everywhere around that this will make for an annoying day.

I am sitting here doing the morning routine. Emailing people that I need to speak with and setting up meetings, yada yada yada.... but when I send the email I wish that I didn't have to speak with them at all. I get that growl in my soul when I think about some of them coming to see me or me seeing them. Not annoyed that they will come but that they will come and I'll have to talk with them.

Today could be a long day. I think I need more Starbuck's.

Quote Of The Day

Heard earlier today:

"I hate people who act like jerks! I don't mind acting like a jerk but I sure hate people who act like jerks."

A Birthday Shout-Out

Happy Birthday Summer! I hope you have a great one.



And keep this in mind:



Do lots of things I would do today. ;)
xoxo

Surrounded

Here's something you don't experience every day. I just had a training session at work. An ex-girlfriend led it. It included another ex-girlfriend as a trainee. My ex-wife hosted it. At one point in time this morning I had 3 ex-loves with me in the same room. Too bad it wasn't a private affair. ;)

That made me think about exes. My curiosity got the best of me and I looked through the current directory. There are still several exes here. There are still several women that I 'ran around' with for fun (and 2 others that I won't mention how I really knew them). Imagine that. Wouldn't it be cool to get them all in the same room at once?

Yeah, probably never happen.

A Warning From Helpie Helperson

This is a friendly warning from your friend Helpie Helperson:

WARNING - If someone comes to your door saying they are conducting a
survey on Deer Ticks that cause Lyme Disease and asks you to take your
clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT!!

IT IS A SCAM; they only want to see you naked.

I wish I'd gotten this yesterday.

I feel so stupid now.


Remember, any help is good help. (Wish I had had help yesterday though.)

Exasperated

So things have been a little crazy lately. Work is sooo busy. Fun busy but busy nontheless. We are trying to get everything in order to start making 'the good stuff' next month in my area. It is taking a while. Mostly because of the "Roadblock People". You know who they are right? The people who always seem to slow down the works. Not always for good reasons either.

For example, one guy has been "working on" a problem for 5 weeks now. We were in a meeting yesterday and when the subject came up for update he gave his standard answer, "I'm working on it." Well, the problem is something I identified the first week I was here and every other day I ask him about the progress. All I get is his standard answer, "I'm working on it." Well, as of yesterday he isn't. That pissed me off so I went to someone who knew the contractor we needed and then got in contact with them myself. They are coming today to look it over and by the 1st we'll have the issue resolved. He obviously never even called since the company was so responsive and helpful. Later he walks by and says "I guess you know by now that the contractor is coming tomorrow?" Yeah pal, I figured that out already.

The other roadblock guy is one of those who has to disagree just for the sake of being able to disagree. He sits in meetings (or has private meetings with people trying to influence them) and takes the opposite side of almost every issue. No one can figure out why most of the time. Yesterday at the same meeting that Mr. Working On It pissed me off this guy started arguing about things we all had already decided upon 2 weeks ago. Everything was supposed to be in order and moving along. Suddenly everything has been stopped because he is waffling. He was holding up needed paperwork because he didn't agree with the committee. Now we were behind again. That really got to me. I asked him point blank why he was rehashing old stuff that we already had worked past. Then I asked him if he just didn't want the project to succeed. He ended up agreeing to do his part. We'll see how that goes.

Work stuff! Sheesh!

Of course at home I am in the middle of having a new roof installed. That is annoying. It always is while it's happening. The guys are OK but have you noticed how no one ever goes along with what the sales guys claim? They promised to clean up and remove all trash daily. Do they? Nope. Crap is piled everywhere. They said they would keep the driveway clear. Do they? Nope. Nicci and I both had no way into our home yesterday. They said they wouldn't harm the garden. They have mangled two plants and keep dropping nails and debris all over the place. I don't want to be mowing and hit nails so I go out every evening and comb the ground for anything they have left lay there. I do it while they are still there so they can see I'm not impressed with their cleaning habits. But that's all to be expected with contractors I guess. Once they are done the roof will look great (plus it's guaranteed for life) and I'll do a thorough clean up myself.

These days are very busy indeed. It's not too bad to deal with but it can get to me at times.

There is lots of other stuff going on right now too. But I'm tired of typing. Need more coffee. Like... right now.

A Post That Says Everything I Have On My Mind Right Now

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Everything I can share at the moment anyway. :)

Question Of The Day

The question of the day is what am I going to do with myself? It's a beautiful day and I have no real obligations today. I could do whatever I feel like. I think I will. :)

It's a strange day when you really have no stupid stuff you have to do. I probably will do something constructive at some point. Maybe. Maybe I'll just be a bum and enjoy the sun all day. We'll see. Maybe I'll visit a freind. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Some nice 1 on 1 time with someone would be fun. Cool!

Anyway, I hope everyone else has fun stuff to look forward to also. I can't tell you how much I am going to enjoy this day. I can tell already it's going to be an awesome one.

Hasta la vista!

Darth Vader Lives!

Holy Freakin Crap! I just ran into someone here at work that I knew way back when. I was told to expect a shock. I thought I was prepared but I sure wasn't! The guy looks unbelievably different.

He was a good-looking guy back then. Had the ladies all liking him. Now he looks so much different that I almost didn't recognize him. He looks just like Darth Vader when he was unmasked in Return Of The Jedi. Just like him, without all those burn marks of course. I know I just stared for a while.

Wow! People really can change in 5 years. I wonder how different I look to people here?

Wow!

What's Your Name? Echo. What? Echo. Oh.

Lately I have been bombarded with people repeating themselves. I don't know why this is suddenly happening. It's driving me crazy! They repeat things they have told me already. Sometimes it's in the same conversation. Those are the worst. At least some dolts have the decency to let a few hours go in between telling me the exact same stupid shit I didn't care about in the first place.

Next time someone starts telling me the same story over again I am just going to start talking along with them like I am psychic. Maybe that will give them a hint.


BTW, anyone remember that movie line?

What's Your Name? Echo. What? Echo. Oh.

Lately I have been bombarded with people repeating themselves. I don't know why this is suddenly happening. It's driving me crazy! They repeat things they have told me already. Sometimes it's in the same conversation. Those are the worst. At least some dolts have the decency to let a few hours go in between telling me the exact same stupid shit I didn't care about in the first place.

Next time someone starts telling me the same story over again I am just going to start talking along with them like I am psychic. Maybe that will give them a hint.


BTW, anyone remember that movie line?

Having My Period Again

There are those who fear life. The ones who act like everything is OK and go through the motions, living just like they are expected to live. They seem well adjusted and everything they are supposed to be. They do the right things, live the right way, exist without making waves. They are afraid of living I think. Those types seem pretty false to me.

There are the adventurers who dare life to take them on. They do crazy things to tempt fate. They love life too much. I think they know what it would mean to lose it and they get a thrill out of maybe losing it. They are addicted to the gamble.

Then there are the types who fight with life. That's me. I fight with it every day. I fight with living "properly". I fight with stereotyping. I wrestle with the 'expected norms'. I fight with thinking properly. I never do. If people could hear what I am actually thinking they would be stunned and appalled. The Liberals of the world would have made a new law to try and control thinking like mine. It would scare them to death.

I can't have a minute's peace during the day. I always find myself questioning everything. Things people say and do mostly. But most of the time when someone is saying something to me immediately my mind starts working on what I hear between the lines. I rarely, if ever, believe someone at his or her word.

Mostly I question my personal direction. My thoughts are always toward something different. My feelings are always leaning toward running away and starting over. Doesn't matter that I am better off than I have ever been. Somehow it's just not enough. I don't mean that it's not good enough. It's just not enough. It's just not a good fit. It feels wrong. Always. That's me and that's the fight I have daily.

The people who seem to be content are strange to me. I just don't get how they can be happy and content. Living the settled boring lifestyles that they do. Some would say to me that it's not boring to them. So I say they are boring to me. I hear that they are living proper. I say proper is relative. Proper for them isn't proper for me. Some tell me I would be lonely if I gave in to my desires but I say I've never been lonely. Being alone and being lonely are totally different things. Being with someone should be a desire, not an obligation. Living my way should be OK if I decided I want to. Who has the right to judge me? No one does. I don't judge others. I have opinions and observations but I would never condemn anyone for their choices. I may disagree but I would never judge or begrudge anyone his or her right to choose.

I have a friend who is in a bad marriage. She has a guy who drinks a lot. Spends all their money. Goes out without the family. Actually plans things so he doesn't have to be with the family. He ignores her needs and now it seems he has a girlfriend. His thing is that she's "just a friend". Ok, text messaging your new friend 120 times a week seems like more than 'just friends'. But they have a kid together. She won't do anything to hurt the kid. The kid is still into believing that Daddy is the coolest. So she has decided to stick it out until the kid is older, possibly out of high school. She also likes to say that he's really not a bad guy. No matter what, she's stuck. Being committed shouldn't be a jail sentence. But it does feel like it to my friend. To me it does too. Always.

I wonder all the time who decided the rules. Things like who decided that saying "fuck" is bad but saying "having sex" isn't so bad? But of course, saying "making love" is beautiful. Can't the same couple do all 3 at any given moment? Yep, they sure can. Along those lines, who decided that sex is only OK within a committed relationship? How come people who don't want to commit are looked down upon (still) if they like sharing partners? Especially if they desire the variety. Who decided that having a house and a family and no adventures was the right way to live? Who decided what proper is? I think whoever they are they had to be some kind of boooring! Oh yes!

I have never wanted to own a house. I always wanted the opportunity to bolt whenever I felt like it. Doesn't matter if I ever found a reason to do so. I need the option. Now I own a house. Bolting now would take a few months of pain in the ass legal stuff.

I have never wanted kids because of my strange ways. I used to say I didn't have kids because I was too irresponsible. That was true for many years. But the underlying truth to it was simply that I couldn't be free to be irresponsible if I had kids. I knew I wouldn't be. I knew I'd be committed to them always. So I avoided it.

I never wanted to be committed to anyone. I need the option of being free to be me. A steady relationship is a giant roadblock to personal growth. But here I am. I constantly wonder where I'd be had I made better choices. Who would I be right now? Would I have found someone who really does make me wish for 'the norm'? I doubt it but I made choices that eliminated that possibility. It's infuriating at times. I have no one to blame but me. Stupid ass YB.

I care very much for my current partner. She is the best. But the lifestyle isn't suited to me. I feel bad for her a lot. She deserves more. She is just fine where we are right now. I always ask her how she can be like that. She doesn't know. She says she just is.

I will probably drive myself crazy eventually. I have times where the restraints on me are overwhelming and I break a little. People who know me like to say those times are "my time of the month". I have heard that a lot. I have my periods too. Ha! I laugh but it is the truth. Now I'm wondering how long it will be before I am totally nuts? It would be weird to live to be 100 and still think like I do. Imagine a 100-year-old guy still looking for his place on this Earth. Looking for the right woman. Looking for an adventure. That may be me. Now that is something to think about, eh?

Trying To Get Caught Up

Fimally I am able to get back to the blog world. I have been so busy this week. At home and at work. I am not complaining. I like to be busy. But it does get tiring. (Unless you are Meritt who always seems to be busy.)

So the highlights. We had tons of rain here. I'm sure everyone knows that. I don't remember a stertch like this past week. Not even during a hurricane that may have strayed our way. This week was rediculous. Naturally we got some water in the basement. Again. Usually we don't have to worry about that kind of thing. But this time it happened. The reason this time is that this old house has those types of spoutings that go right down into the ground and channel the water out away from the foundation. Those things are made of terracotta and they don't last. None of ours is unbroken. So the one in front of the house let water pile up and seep in under the porch which is above one of the only walls we can't drylock. The result is a nice patch of ruined carpet in the basement landing.

I got outside while it was raining and cut off that spouting and screwed on some parts to direct the water away from the house. That was kinda fun. Like a kid allowed outside to play in the rain. (I just hope my rechargable drill survived.) This weekend I will be replacing all those broken in ground spoutings with some kind of new arrangement. Too bad too because I like those underground things.

Work has been crazy. The schedule is packed and besides what I was hired to do I have been helping a lot in the production area. They are so short handed. That part is fun. We have had a few mechanical hiccups too. Of course when I say a mechanical hiccup with certain equipment I am talking a product worth a lot of money is at risk. But so far we have managed to keep things going. Next week will be fun too. They have no backup for my old department and the only operator is on vacation. So guess who gets to go and run his old department for a week? Oh yeah!

The biggest excitement this week by far was the arrival of Grace and Steve's little Mia. Take a look and see how sweet they are. I am so happy for them. I have been negligent in my gushing this week. Not intentionally. But even if it's old news to some of us it's still exciting. :)

This weekend will be fun too. I actually have no real plans so I will be winging it. I hope to escape for a little while and play on my own but mostly I intend to just chill and enjoy.

That's about it for now. I do have a lot on my mind lately and I intend to let it all out on blogger as much as possible. I like reading back and remembering what I was feeling when I wrote certain posts. I believe this should be a good weekend. The Yanks whipped the Mets last night. That is sure proof that the weekend has started off in the right direction. ;)