Thursday, August 31, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
One Year Ago Today...
Mary, grab the baby, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back the land
The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating
Ain't no use to stay and make a stand
Well the morning light shows water in the valley
Daddy's grave just went below the line
Things to say, you just can't take em with ya
This flood will swallow all you've left behind
Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here
Turn my back on what I've left below
Shifting land, broken farms around me
Muddy water's changing all I know
It's hard to say just what I'm losing
Ain't never felt so all alone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water's changing all I know
Muddy water's changing all I know
Lord, this muddy water is taking back my home
(J. Bundrick)
Muddy water taking back the land
The old-frame house, she can't take-a one more beating
Ain't no use to stay and make a stand
Well the morning light shows water in the valley
Daddy's grave just went below the line
Things to say, you just can't take em with ya
This flood will swallow all you've left behind
Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
The road is gone, there's just one way to leave here
Turn my back on what I've left below
Shifting land, broken farms around me
Muddy water's changing all I know
It's hard to say just what I'm losing
Ain't never felt so all alone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water taking back my home
Won't be back to start all over
Cause what I felt before is gone
Mary, take the child, the river's rising
Muddy water's changing all I know
Muddy water's changing all I know
Lord, this muddy water is taking back my home
(J. Bundrick)
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Friggin Fleas
How exactly do indoor cats get fleas? This I'd like to know.
How to deal with said problem:
Send wife and children out for the afternoon.
Purchase $40 worth of flea sprays and powders.
Cover rugs with powder, leave for an hour.
Corral 3 cats in the bathroom (one at a time) and spray entire bodies with noxious smelling liquid.
Wash every god damn surface they sit, lie or walk on.
Rue the day you became a cat owner.
We'll have to wait and see if this does the trick.
How to deal with said problem:
Send wife and children out for the afternoon.
Purchase $40 worth of flea sprays and powders.
Cover rugs with powder, leave for an hour.
Corral 3 cats in the bathroom (one at a time) and spray entire bodies with noxious smelling liquid.
Wash every god damn surface they sit, lie or walk on.
Rue the day you became a cat owner.
We'll have to wait and see if this does the trick.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Hey, there's my moral outrage!
Like most Americans, I have a tendency to forget. Even when I’m remind not to, the daily grind of life tends to dull the sense and distract attention. Life, for some, goes on.
So thank you, Spike Lee, for raising my ire once again. I watched the first part of
“When the Levees Broke” last night. My heart ached once again watching the misery and suffering of helpless people betrayed by their own country. I got angry all over again.
I think I summed up my initial reaction pretty well here. I still feel that way, and watching the documentary only brought that point home more. How do I explain to my children the abject stupidity of our elected leaders? All I can say is I didn’t vote for the asshole.
No, I’ll never forget. I don’t think many people will. Be it September 11th, be it Katrina, people won’t forget. What they will forget, and what they have already forgotten, is that people are still suffering. The problems have not been fixed. And the people responsible are still making bucks and shitting on the Constitution.
Don’t wave your flags at me, brother. Get off your doublewide ass and do something about this country.
So thank you, Spike Lee, for raising my ire once again. I watched the first part of
“When the Levees Broke” last night. My heart ached once again watching the misery and suffering of helpless people betrayed by their own country. I got angry all over again.
I think I summed up my initial reaction pretty well here. I still feel that way, and watching the documentary only brought that point home more. How do I explain to my children the abject stupidity of our elected leaders? All I can say is I didn’t vote for the asshole.
No, I’ll never forget. I don’t think many people will. Be it September 11th, be it Katrina, people won’t forget. What they will forget, and what they have already forgotten, is that people are still suffering. The problems have not been fixed. And the people responsible are still making bucks and shitting on the Constitution.
Don’t wave your flags at me, brother. Get off your doublewide ass and do something about this country.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Some TLC needed
Can someone please explain to me how a house with a completely gutted attic for a second floor can be called a 3-4 bedroom?
The first floor had a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a pantry. That’s it. The second floor was totally unfinished, bare rafters and all. There was room for maybe 2 bedrooms.
What the fuck, yo?
The first floor had a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a pantry. That’s it. The second floor was totally unfinished, bare rafters and all. There was room for maybe 2 bedrooms.
What the fuck, yo?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Shit for shitheads
As in neighbors.
I don't think I've made any secret about how much I hate the muther fuckin trailer trash asswipes who live upstairs from us.
So, today is trash day. Yesterday, the idiot upstairs was making a lot of banging oise out on the deck above our porch. Seems he got the bright idea of putting down astro turf on his deck. So he's hammering in staples to keep it down. Seeing as it was Trash Day Eve, I decided to empty both diaper genies. I threw both piles of diapres onto the porch with the intention of putting them in the barrel after I collected the rest of the trash.
A few minutes later, I went out on the porch to have a smoke. As I'm standing over the ripening bags of diapers, I hear the ass upstairs yell: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that shit ass diaper smell? God, that smells!"
I chuckled to myself and decided to leave the bags sitting there until much later that night. Funny, they didn't hang out grilling on their deck last night.
I don't think I've made any secret about how much I hate the muther fuckin trailer trash asswipes who live upstairs from us.
So, today is trash day. Yesterday, the idiot upstairs was making a lot of banging oise out on the deck above our porch. Seems he got the bright idea of putting down astro turf on his deck. So he's hammering in staples to keep it down. Seeing as it was Trash Day Eve, I decided to empty both diaper genies. I threw both piles of diapres onto the porch with the intention of putting them in the barrel after I collected the rest of the trash.
A few minutes later, I went out on the porch to have a smoke. As I'm standing over the ripening bags of diapers, I hear the ass upstairs yell: "Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that shit ass diaper smell? God, that smells!"
I chuckled to myself and decided to leave the bags sitting there until much later that night. Funny, they didn't hang out grilling on their deck last night.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
You call this a house?
So, KG and I met our real estate agent today. PW is very nice. We looked at 2 houses in Abington.
The first house is apparently owned by stoners. They had a note on the door warning people not to let their cat out. The cat's name: Sativa. We also noted more than one 420 sticker. Cute, eh?
The house needs a fair amount of work. Horsehair plaster: not good. Needs an exterior paint job. The basement was partially finished, with a second kitchen. We actually liked that best. The bedrooms were small, very little closet space. We didn't love it.
The second house... bigger, roomier. Needs TLC? Fuck that, it needs a new roof. Water damage everywhere, the back deck is rotted, dirt floor basement, very little closet space. Out of the 2 of them, I'd have to go with the first one.
It was only 2 viewings, but it turned into an all day ordeal. I had to drive to Attleboro forst thing in the morning to pick up the Divas so they could watch the kids while we went out. Then I had to drive them back. Got home... had several emails from PW that I had to go through and pick out what we want to see next. Next Saturday we'll be looking at 5 houses in Quincy.
So, I did not get to go to RB's BBQ. I spent my whole day either driving up and down 95 or scrolling through page after page of MSL listings. I guess we're in for a lot of work.
The first house is apparently owned by stoners. They had a note on the door warning people not to let their cat out. The cat's name: Sativa. We also noted more than one 420 sticker. Cute, eh?
The house needs a fair amount of work. Horsehair plaster: not good. Needs an exterior paint job. The basement was partially finished, with a second kitchen. We actually liked that best. The bedrooms were small, very little closet space. We didn't love it.
The second house... bigger, roomier. Needs TLC? Fuck that, it needs a new roof. Water damage everywhere, the back deck is rotted, dirt floor basement, very little closet space. Out of the 2 of them, I'd have to go with the first one.
It was only 2 viewings, but it turned into an all day ordeal. I had to drive to Attleboro forst thing in the morning to pick up the Divas so they could watch the kids while we went out. Then I had to drive them back. Got home... had several emails from PW that I had to go through and pick out what we want to see next. Next Saturday we'll be looking at 5 houses in Quincy.
So, I did not get to go to RB's BBQ. I spent my whole day either driving up and down 95 or scrolling through page after page of MSL listings. I guess we're in for a lot of work.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
Money Pit
KG and I have finally decided to get serious about buying a house. If there is one thing I can thank the walking assholes upstairs for, it's that they have motivated us to do this.
Today I talked to a mortgage broker. Informative and frightening.
Wish us luck, we'll be needing it.
Today I talked to a mortgage broker. Informative and frightening.
Wish us luck, we'll be needing it.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Imperial Duck Tour
That would be TK8103, the infamous Molius, and 11 other costumed Imperials tooling around Boston Saturday night on a Duck Boat.A good time was had by all on board, and a lot of people walking the streets of Boston were left confused.
More pics here.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
The cat's out of the bag
What were 25 members of the NEG doing marching around in full armor in a parking lot last weekend?There was indeed a reason.... LFL is going to select 200 lucky troopers to march in The Tournament of Roses Parade!
Sweet! Here's hoping I'm one of the lucky ones that get selected!
Friday, July 21, 2006
Sodomy 101 for toddlers
This is Melanie, host of "The Goodnight Show" on PBS Sprout:
PBS Sprout is a great little addition to our cable package. 24 hours of PBS programming for toddlers. Thomas, Dragon tales, Zoboomafoo, Barney, all that stuff. I like it because my 2 year old can watch it before bed.
Melanie is cute, but annoying as all hell. She's so frigging annoying, I've found myself sitting there, thinking terrible thoughts. Wanting to violate her in terrible, dirty ways.
Apparently, a poke in the ass would be right up her alley!
The Technical Virgin
Needless to say, it appears young Melanie is no longer working for Sprout. I'll miss you, you daffy bitch!
PBS Sprout is a great little addition to our cable package. 24 hours of PBS programming for toddlers. Thomas, Dragon tales, Zoboomafoo, Barney, all that stuff. I like it because my 2 year old can watch it before bed.
Melanie is cute, but annoying as all hell. She's so frigging annoying, I've found myself sitting there, thinking terrible thoughts. Wanting to violate her in terrible, dirty ways.
Apparently, a poke in the ass would be right up her alley!
The Technical Virgin
Needless to say, it appears young Melanie is no longer working for Sprout. I'll miss you, you daffy bitch!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I Have Kung Fu Grip!
Well, not quite, but how cool is this...
Habro has created an exclusive 501st action figure! So, I could argue that I now have my very own action figure.
It doesn't take much to make me go "w00t!"
Habro has created an exclusive 501st action figure! So, I could argue that I now have my very own action figure.It doesn't take much to make me go "w00t!"
Monday, July 17, 2006
Cars
Oh, I've owned a few. In the 17 years I've been driving, here's what I've owned:
1983 Chevy Impala I called him Elwood. It was a former Maine State Police car. 380cc 4bbl. Piece of shit that cost me thousands, but I loved it.
1985 Chevy Citation this one only lasted a few weeks. I hated it.
1985 Reliant K Another short lived car. I lost the exhaust system and then returned it. I disliked this car as well.
1987 Grand Prix Probably the nicest looking car I ever owned. It was a piece of shit. No power at all.
1990 Geo Metro The Smurfmobile, so called because it was bright blue. I loved this car. Small, dorky, 40 miles to the gallon.
1988 Isuzu Pup My first, and only, pick up. This car was awesome, and I loved it. bright red, I called it Sniff. I drove that sucker into the ground.
1974 Chevy Nova Looked kinda like this, except it had 4 doors, was hand painted, and completely rusted out. I bought it as a project car. Apparently, the project was to pay $300 for a car, leave it in a driveway, and then pay $50 to have it towed and junked.
1988 Pontiac 6000 My parents gave KG and I this car. You could usually get it to start by jamming a screwdriver into the carb. The suspension went, it sat on the street and got towed away. We didn't notice. This "free" car cost me $600 in parking tickets and $100 more to have it junked.
1988 Plymouth Horizon Another "free" car, this was my first manual transmission. After driving it once, I had to replace the transmission. KG and I dubbed it "little Lisa". It last a month or two.
1998 Saturn SL-1 My current, and to date, best car. I really can't complain. In the 5 years I've had it, I've replaced the exhaust and brakes twice, replaced the tires, batteries and rear brake lights. Other than a leaking moonroof, it's done me well.
That's it, so far.
1983 Chevy Impala I called him Elwood. It was a former Maine State Police car. 380cc 4bbl. Piece of shit that cost me thousands, but I loved it.
1985 Chevy Citation this one only lasted a few weeks. I hated it.
1985 Reliant K Another short lived car. I lost the exhaust system and then returned it. I disliked this car as well.
1987 Grand Prix Probably the nicest looking car I ever owned. It was a piece of shit. No power at all.
1990 Geo Metro The Smurfmobile, so called because it was bright blue. I loved this car. Small, dorky, 40 miles to the gallon.
1988 Isuzu Pup My first, and only, pick up. This car was awesome, and I loved it. bright red, I called it Sniff. I drove that sucker into the ground.
1974 Chevy Nova Looked kinda like this, except it had 4 doors, was hand painted, and completely rusted out. I bought it as a project car. Apparently, the project was to pay $300 for a car, leave it in a driveway, and then pay $50 to have it towed and junked.
1988 Pontiac 6000 My parents gave KG and I this car. You could usually get it to start by jamming a screwdriver into the carb. The suspension went, it sat on the street and got towed away. We didn't notice. This "free" car cost me $600 in parking tickets and $100 more to have it junked.
1988 Plymouth Horizon Another "free" car, this was my first manual transmission. After driving it once, I had to replace the transmission. KG and I dubbed it "little Lisa". It last a month or two.
1998 Saturn SL-1 My current, and to date, best car. I really can't complain. In the 5 years I've had it, I've replaced the exhaust and brakes twice, replaced the tires, batteries and rear brake lights. Other than a leaking moonroof, it's done me well.
That's it, so far.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Fucking hot
Not much else needs to be said. It's hot, humid and uncomfortable.
Got to go swimming today, which was nice. Now I'm swimming in sweat. Not so nice.
Got to go swimming today, which was nice. Now I'm swimming in sweat. Not so nice.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
These sick days are gonna make me sick...
But what else can you do when you have a negative vacation balance due to paternity leave? Nothing. You call in sick.
You call in sick when you haven't slept for two nights. You call in sick when you plan to go to work and leave early to visit your mother in the hospital. But you drive down the street hearing your muffler dragging on the asphalt and realize you have to get it fixed. Right now.
A sick day costs $350 for a new exhaust. Then you get to go back on Saturday and drop another $600 because your brakes are shot to hell.
At least, if you're me, you're mother is doing as well as can be expected. It's hard to believe she had major cardiac surgery two days ago. She looks good, her vitals are good, she' strong.
It still sucks to spend the day at the hospital, looking at your mother in a johnny. Looking small and insignifigant. Seeing her face etched with pain. But... many others have been there, and most of them have had it worse.
Mind you, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying. These sick days are making me sick.
You call in sick when you haven't slept for two nights. You call in sick when you plan to go to work and leave early to visit your mother in the hospital. But you drive down the street hearing your muffler dragging on the asphalt and realize you have to get it fixed. Right now.
A sick day costs $350 for a new exhaust. Then you get to go back on Saturday and drop another $600 because your brakes are shot to hell.
At least, if you're me, you're mother is doing as well as can be expected. It's hard to believe she had major cardiac surgery two days ago. She looks good, her vitals are good, she' strong.
It still sucks to spend the day at the hospital, looking at your mother in a johnny. Looking small and insignifigant. Seeing her face etched with pain. But... many others have been there, and most of them have had it worse.
Mind you, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying. These sick days are making me sick.
Monday, July 03, 2006
They Call me Mr. Misery
OK, perhaps that's being a tad dramatic.
However, it does seem that karmic forces are alined against me this week.
Izzy had her ultrasound today, the radiologist said her hips look fine. That is good news. She has her MRI on Friday to check for kidney reflux, so that is still hanging over our heads.
Had to work today, but I did have an awesome commute. I actually hit 85mph on the way in! The drive home was good as well, and a slow, boring day at work was made better by lunch at the 99 with the guys.
Yesterday my stepfather called to tell me my mom had been admitted to the hospital with chest pains. At the time it looked like she was OK, and we expected her to come home today. Well... just as I was leaving work, he called me to tell me that she was on her way to the ICU at NEMC. Seems she has a severe blockage in one of arteries, so she is having bypass surgery tomorrow.
So much for chilling and drinking on the 4th. Oh, yeah... my fucking mother! What's that about? She may not be a Rock of Gibraltar, but she is the one person in the family who has managed thus far to saty out of the hospital. It'll be a nerve wracking night while we wait to hear if her surgery was a success.
I love ya, Mom. Cut the shit, get better, and come home.
However, it does seem that karmic forces are alined against me this week.
Izzy had her ultrasound today, the radiologist said her hips look fine. That is good news. She has her MRI on Friday to check for kidney reflux, so that is still hanging over our heads.
Had to work today, but I did have an awesome commute. I actually hit 85mph on the way in! The drive home was good as well, and a slow, boring day at work was made better by lunch at the 99 with the guys.
Yesterday my stepfather called to tell me my mom had been admitted to the hospital with chest pains. At the time it looked like she was OK, and we expected her to come home today. Well... just as I was leaving work, he called me to tell me that she was on her way to the ICU at NEMC. Seems she has a severe blockage in one of arteries, so she is having bypass surgery tomorrow.
So much for chilling and drinking on the 4th. Oh, yeah... my fucking mother! What's that about? She may not be a Rock of Gibraltar, but she is the one person in the family who has managed thus far to saty out of the hospital. It'll be a nerve wracking night while we wait to hear if her surgery was a success.
I love ya, Mom. Cut the shit, get better, and come home.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Reconnect
TKJr is away for the weekend. The house is very quiet.
KG and I went to a cookout this evening so we could see Mycalls and his most excellent sig other, G. I also hadn't seen his parents in quite a while, so it was a real treat to see them again. Back in the Bickfords days, I spent a lot of time over there.
I also, for the first time in way too long, got to hang out with Dude. Dude and I were pretty tight for a long time. We had a bit of a falling out. The typical stupid thing: a girl. That was a long time ago, and while neither of us harboured any ill will over it, it's been hard to bridge the gap and reconnect.
I have his number, and I've been meaning to call. He had mine. But neither of us got around to it. Life gets in the way, you know? So, it was really, really cool to hang out and chat. Smoke some butts, meet each others new squeezes.
I've missed Dude. A lot. It feels really good to have re-established a connection. Now I will call him. We should grab a beer and try and fill in that gap.
KG and I went to a cookout this evening so we could see Mycalls and his most excellent sig other, G. I also hadn't seen his parents in quite a while, so it was a real treat to see them again. Back in the Bickfords days, I spent a lot of time over there.
I also, for the first time in way too long, got to hang out with Dude. Dude and I were pretty tight for a long time. We had a bit of a falling out. The typical stupid thing: a girl. That was a long time ago, and while neither of us harboured any ill will over it, it's been hard to bridge the gap and reconnect.
I have his number, and I've been meaning to call. He had mine. But neither of us got around to it. Life gets in the way, you know? So, it was really, really cool to hang out and chat. Smoke some butts, meet each others new squeezes.
I've missed Dude. A lot. It feels really good to have re-established a connection. Now I will call him. We should grab a beer and try and fill in that gap.
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