More Jeff Foxworthy inspired, You might be an addicted Blogger....

1). If you are a 43 year old man and you are leaving comments on sites that are giving away hair products.........You might be an addicted blogger!

2). If people actually start using your nickname when speaking to you in person........You might be an addicted blogger!

3). If you think that "Post traumatic Stress" is a negative reaction to your writing............You might be an addicted blogger!

4). If you spend 5 hours a day online and bitch that you cannot get your chores done....You might be an addicted blogger!

5). If someone says "Peach Tart" and your first thought is of a woman.........You might be an addicted blogger!

6). If you would be more interested in going to "Blogher" than to your Family reunion.......You might be an addicted blogger!

7).If people have to look through 5 blogs in order to find your main site........You might be an addicted blogger!

8). If you think that tagging is something other than what grammar school kids do on the playground.........You might be an addicted blogger!

9). If someone asks you if you have read "The NY Post" and you are looking forward to hearing what Midtown Girl has to say........You might be an addicted blogger!

10). If you know what time it is on three different continents, without looking at a chart........You might be an addicted blogger!

11). If you look forward to 5 o'clock on Friday so that you can go home and get online........You might be an addicted blogger!

That is all I could think of today, but I have some more from before......HERE and HERE

Otin circa 1989

O.K., so I said that I had a bunch of old movies that my Mother took in the late 80's, or early 90's. Why anyone would be interested in this is way beyond me, but I must listen to my people! This is around Christmas, I think 89 or so, I am in the black shirt, my SIL is on the floor, next to me, and my brother is the last guy on the couch. The shit that I had to go through to get this from VHS to here was really eye opening to how much I really do not know. So for you nut cases that want to see this(LOL), here it is.....






Was it that bad? Like the stonewash jeans? At least I did not have a mullet!!!

Theme Thursday(Button)

He eyed the buttons on her tight blouse, buttons that he knew would lead to pure bliss once they were undone. He had always loved her, since she was a child, knowing that one day they would be together, that is until the illness had invaded his body. He had protected her for years, always shunning her advances, acting as if he were not interested, until he could no longer stand the anguish, he had to tell her of his terrible disease. She cried as he told her the story of a one night stand that had happened many years before and of how his world had been turned upside down, never allowing him to experience the pleasure of guiltless passion and love. She kept her distance for quite some time, until the power of love, or at least the magnetism of lust, invaded her heart and soul. She sought him out, not caring about the consequences of her wanting desires. They were both sure that this is what they wanted. He began to kiss her on the cheek at first,tentatively exploring her willingness to proceed. Gradually he worked his way to her pouting lips, as his fingers began to fumble for the buttons on her skin tight blouse. He undid one button and then another, exposing her perfect breasts. She had not worn any bra or undergarments, in anticipation of what was in store for her this night. She began to undress him, pulling him down on top of her, onto the waiting bed. He continued kissing her, making his way from her mouth to her baby smooth neck, down to her perky breasts, and lower, to regions that he had dreamed of exploring. He kissed her forever, it seemed, as he slowly worked his way back to her beautiful face. That is when he began to feel ill, it began to overtake him, a weakness in his body that was worse than ever before. He began to sink into a state of depression, as he told her that he must not continue. She assured him that it was alright, that she was willing to live with the consequences. His desire was there, like a fire burning out of control, maybe it was just her o.k. that he had needed. She laid back on the bed and he gently climbed on top of her. With all of his strength and passion, he plunged his teeth deep into her throat, clamping his jaw upon her neck, tearing the outer layers of flesh, exposing her pulsating artery. She screamed, but it was muffled by the blood that was finding its way into her airway. The blood flowed freely into his mouth, as he drank from her dying body. Her skin began to turn almost white, and her eyes rolled back into her skull. She knew the consequences and the risk involved. If he drank too much, then she would never recover, never be able to spend eternity at his side, she had trusted him and his ability to control his hunger, but that was her mistake. He drank from her body, until her skin had shriveled and pruned around her once sexy frame. She was empty, beyond the point of an unholy resurrection, a lifeless entity with a gaping hole in the side of her throat. He looked upon her, strangely satisfied, yes he had loved her, the same way that one may love a vintage wine, he had waited so long for her to become perfect for his needs. He was satisfied, his thirst had been quenched. There would be more women to love, there always had been since that fateful night, hundreds of years ago, and there would be many more in the eternities to come. He bent over her and put the clothes back upon her body, trying to show her some final respect. He did the last button on her blouse, and disappeared into the night!

No I have not seen twilight or true blood, so if there are any similarities, Sorry!

Thanks to Brian Miller, he makes me think about my words!

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Rhyming Wednesday #8

Time for Rhyming Wednesday once again! I got sick of looking for photos for wordless Wednesday, plus I have too much to say. I noticed that there were a lot of poets in the blog world, so I thought that I would try to round them up. There are no rules, your poem does not need to rhyme, or be a certain style, I am still waiting for some dirty limericks! You can use someone else's poem, but should credit the author!
O.K. here is mine this week:

Yes I hear your stereo
And the thumping of your bass
As my coffee cup is vibrating
and my teeth move out of place

I see your shiny rims
Glistening from afar
As you be bop at the light
In your thousand dollar car

I watch you as you cruise
Like you are lounging on a cot
And your elevated chassis
Makes you feel so hot

When I was just a teen
I liked my anthems loud
But the quality of the music
Is what made me feel so proud

I can not comprehend
The attraction to a sound
whose only seeming purpose
Is to cause one's head to pound

But to each his own
I'm sure that I'll survive
I just really wish
that they'd learn to fucking drive!



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Random Tuesday Thoughts

Time flies, except for when you are paying off a loan. It seems like there have been 8 Christmas mornings since I started paying my 5 year auto loan. They need to make a viagra type pill for common sense. The funny thing about the transformer robots, is that they are advanced beings from the deepest realms of the universe, and they just happen to form into Kenworths and Camaros! I like how the scale for rating a hurricane sounds so scientific, but when you really look at it, it is just a scale of windspeeds, a third grader could have thought it up. Why was Archie Bunker considered a bigot, yet, George Jefferson was not? I had a friend in high school that actually got Cat Scratch Fever from a cat. I was watching some videos of me when I was in my early 20's, it was really depressing, I should post some! When you watch a movie, do you ever recast it in your head, trying to decide who might be better in a role? Is there anyone that you work with who annoys you to the point where you hate going to work because of them? I have a co-worker that is so far up my ass that his name should be "Colonoscopy". Is it going to rain every afternoon this Summer??? I am starting to wonder why anyone would ever want to save a rain forest? (That is a joke, please refrain from lectures on saving the planet! LOL!) When you are working construction in an existing neighborhood, someone always gets pissed at you for being there. Do they really think that I want to be there? In the original "Star Wars " Movies, there were only like 2 women in the whole galaxy! Is there any wonder that the princess was named "Leia"! In "Die Hard 2" planes were circling Dulles airport for hours, waiting to run out of fuel. There are only about 700 major airports within an hour of flight time that they could have landed at! I have an irrational fear of being an organ donor, fear that maybe they might not try quite as hard to save me! I know, it is silly!

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Ghosts of Mississippi (Wow! 200 posts!)

When I was a child, my Mother used to tell me a sort of ghost story. She grew up in a town called West Point Mississippi, a typical old time southern town, complete with little box type houses, supported by stacks of blocks. If you go there today, it seems like a town that has been frozen in time, the streets and houses are all the same, it is not like the places that most of us are used to, where they knock old things down and build new, nothing ever gets renovated there. Her family lived in a little house that probably would be considered a shack by today's standards, and surprisingly, it is still there. At the end of the street, one lot from the corner, there was a murder that was committed, a husband killed his wife with a shot gun. According to my Mother, and my Aunt and Uncle, the house remained boarded up for about a year and then someone finally bought it. After moving in, the people began to notice that the screens in the windows started to fade in certain places, revealing the outline of a woman's head. They replaced the screens and it happened again. The people were freaked out and later moved, leaving the house empty again for some time. A new family moved in with the same result, an ever occurring image in the screens, resulting in the house being boarded up again. I asked my Mom what ever happened to the house, and she did not remember, because they had eventually moved from that area. Of course, me being the ultimate skeptic, even at the age of 12, I said, "Yea Right!"
Years later, when I was about 28, I decided that I would take a trip to Mississippi in order to visit my family members. (My mother was living in PA at the time) I drove down, and visited everyone, and then I decided to go to West Point, I wanted to see where I was born and where my Mother grew up. I called her and got directions to the street where she grew up, and then I remembered about the house with the screens, so I asked her where it was. She told me that after I passed her house, to go to the end of the street and it would be the next to the last house on the right. I went to the street, I wish that I could really explain better how nothing ever changes down there in a town like that, and found her childhood home and headed down to the end of the street. Every lot had a house and people living in them until I got to that lot! There was no house, just the blocks that once supported it, and no maintenance was done to the yard area, it looked like an abandoned grave yard! The only empty lot in the area! True Story!!! Do you believe in ghosts? I don't!

Contest Help!

Stacy the random cool chick and Blueviolet are in a contest that requires them to have a large number of comments in order to help them go to the next blogher! All you have to do is go and leave a comment on their post, hell, you don't even need to read it if you don't have time, although they were both very creative! They will not accept duplicate or anonymous comments, which I tried to do for them! THEY CAN ONLY HAVE ONE ENTRY PER PERSON!

To leave a comment on Stacy's CLICK HERE
To leave a comment on Blueviolet's CLICK HERE

Please comment on both, they can both win, it is a top 15 thing!

Followers

Followers, I am not a big fan of the word. I am not a spiritual leader or any sort of authority on anything in particular, I just have my opinions and that is what I go by. The word "Followers" make it sound like I am in charge of some sort of zombie cult!

People follow a blog for a number of different reasons. One reason is that there is something about you or your writing that really connects with a person and they want to be linked to your site to see what you will post, these people usually end up being friends who you begin email relationships with, which may lead to phone calls or personal meetings. Another reason that someone may follow your site is that you signed on to follow theirs and they are just doing it as a courtesy, which is fine and very respectful, but with these relationships, usually comments on a post are a two way street, you get one when you give one. Another kind of follower is one that follows your site in order to lure you into following their site, which is also fine, because when you follow their site, you are just as guilty as they are. If you have a high number of followers, you should go through them all and find out how many blogs are "Dead Blogs" I probably have at least 10 on my list, but I do not delete them because I think that they might return some day. I have noticed that in this world of blogging, that people with ultra high numbers of followers, tend to develop out of whack egos sometimes and lose touch with why they started blogging in the first place, it is not about how many people read your blog, it is about what you have to say. I know a few blogs with 8 or 10 followers that I would hate to lose because they have a fire in them that makes them interesting. I want to thank all of the people who follow my blog and hope that they do so because they think that it is interesting. Don't ever feel that you have to comment just because I leave a comment on your blog, I like commenting more than I like my own site. I'm sure that you fellow bloggers have a core group of people who you are really close with, well the one advantage to more followers is that the core group expands, and I always enjoy making new friends! That is what blogging is about, relationships, it is not a power struggle or competition. Any way, I don't think of you as followers, I think of you as a list of friends!

Shaving and Spiders

I hate shaving! I work a job where ones appearance is not all that crucial, there are not a lot of public relations or business meetings, therefore it is O.K. for me to be a slacker. Enough about my 10 O'clock shadow, I told you about that so that I could tell you about this:
This morning, I got up around 5:30, I could get up as late as 6:15, but, hey, a guys gotta blog! I went into the bathroom, and felt something fall from my scruffy chin, onto my shoulder and then to the floor. It was a Fucking Spider! I am not usually too freaked out by a spider, but IT WAS ON MY FACE! That is not the worst part, apparently the hair that I had picked off of my non shaven chin at 4 am was not a hair at all, but a piece of spider web. WTF? Am I now spider prey? So to recap my past few days, My Central air is fried and I need a new unit, My hot water heater just broke, My riding lawnmower blows out more smoke than Cheech and Chong, and now I need an exterminator! Thank God my computer works, maybe I will go golfing tomorrow!

Aloha Friday

It is Aloha Friday, once again, a chance for me to take it easy and not think too much, but as you know, I can't really take it easy, because it is just not me to ask you what your favorite brand of peanut butter! For details on Aloha Friday, visit An Island Life!

I could not decide on one question, so I have two, answer one or both, or none, your choice!

IF YOU WERE TOLD TO BUILD AN ARK AND GATHER TWO OF EVERY ANIMAL IN ORDER TO PRESERVE THEIR SPECIES BUT YOU DID NOT BUILD THE ARK BIG ENOUGH AND YOU HAD TO LEAVE ONE SET OF ANIMALS BEHIND, WHICH ANIMAL WOULD IT BE? (No insects)

IF YOU WERE NOT RELATED TO YOUR PARENTS, WOULD YOU LIKE THEM PERSONALLY? WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS?

Theme Thursday(shoe)

Grandpa Joe always wore the same shoes, an awful looking pair of maroon wing tips, the same maroon that you might find on a pair of bowling alley shoes. Grandma Mary always hated those shoes, and always threatened to throw them away, she never did, but she tried once or twice, only to have Grandpa pick them out of the trash, expressing his anger over their being mistreated. He never bought new footwear, back then, people would often take their shoes to a repair shop, to have them touched up or to have new soles put on, what can I say, my Grandpa loved his hideous shoes.
Later in life, Grandma Mary started to become unaware of her surroundings, a nice way to describe senility. She would fade in and out of reality, but she steadily got worse. Grandpa had no choice but to put her in a nursing facility. I remember the day that she went in, I was with my parents as they provided moral support for my Grandfather, but as a child, the one memory that sticks with me is how everyone chuckled at My Grandpas shoes, even though he was either unaware, or just did not care.
Grandpa visited her every day, walking her out to the garden and spending time with her, until his death, about 8 years later. We had a funeral for him, and as per his wish, he wore his favorite suit, and his crazy wingtips, which my Dad made me polish, and after the viewing, he was cremated. He wanted to be cremated so that we could spread his ashes in the garden where Grandma Mary stayed. We did as he requested, even though Grandma did not really know what was going on. The only thing that she would ever say that sounded familiar was that she was going to go walking with Joe. When you asked her what she had been doing, she would reply,"I was walking with Joe", or sometimes she would say, "Joe, I am going to throw those ugly shoes away"! I don't think that she ever realized that Grandpa was gone, until the day of her passing. I visited her that morning and she grabbed my hand and said,"I am going to live with Joe". I knew that she meant it different than her usual delusions, the smile on her face was different, content. That night, she passed away. We had the funeral and decided that we should spread her ashes amongst the same flowers where Grandpa had been scattered.
A few days later, we gathered up Grandmas belongings, putting them into a couple of boxes, and I took one last look at the room where she had spent so many years. As we were leaving, a nurse came running up to me with a box in her hand. "Here", she said,"Every night, your Grandma would throw these shoes in the trash, and we would put them back in her room, we were not sure if they had any sentimental value to you"? We stood, unable to speak, there were Grandpa's ugly red shoes, still as shiny as the day that they were cremated!

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Rhyming Wednesday #7

Time for Rhyming Wednesday once again! I got sick of looking for photos for wordless Wednesday, plus I have too much to say. I noticed that there were a lot of poets in the blog world, so I thought that I would try to round them up. There are no rules, your poem does not need to rhyme, or be a certain style, I am still waiting for some dirty limericks! You can use someone else's poem, but should credit the author!
O.K. here is mine this week:

I stare up to the heavens
Peering through the sky
Wondering just who we are
and what happens when we die

I think about the children
Who suffer from such pain
And the prayers that go unanswered
the efforts made in vain

I think about the wars
That religious men have waged
The clash of their ideals
That gets every one enraged

Humanity must accept the fact
that we may never know the answer
to the creation of the universe
or completely curing cancer

I think it is in our nature
For knowledge we do search
But must all life's enigmas
Be explained by someones church?


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Random Tuesday Thoughts

I was with some friends on Saturday and they wanted me to play a game called "Worst Case Scenario". I declined, saying that I seem to play that game every day! My blogging diet is still working, I think it is because it is being backed up by poverty. LOL! I have lost almost 40 pounds. I went to two different restaurants this weekend, ones that I frequent, and got shitty meals at both of them. The one tool that no one wants to use when you are working outdoor construction is an umbrella. Why is there so much mystery surrounding the disappearance of Amelia Earhart? It was 1937, she was in a small plane, over the Pacific ocean, damn, they have a hard time finding modern day planes when they crash at sea. Remember when Michael Jackson tried buying the Elephant mans bones? Wouldn't it be funny if the elephant mans descendents made offers for Michael Jacksons remains! Shortly after the Three Mile Island mishap, my Dad thought that it would be a fun idea to go to Hershey Park, which is a stones throw away! My Mother takes Valium and a Beta Blocker, and wonders why she is tired all the time. If anyone travels south, and does not like mustard, make sure that you always request "No Mustard" on your food, they love mustard down here. If I were a teacher in the area that I live in, I think that I would teach 12th grade. I would not have many students, most of the kids here seem to be on the 10 year plan. Bugs Bunny always seemed slightly effeminate to me. Godzilla would have been bored if there was no Tokyo, it seemed to be the only city that he ever attacked, and as for King Kong, why did he always have the hots for a girl that was no bigger than his fingertip? I sure hope, for her sake, that it was not a sexual attraction! Fat Free Food sucks, low fat is ok, though. I always laugh at western movies where a guy rides through the desert for three days in the blazing heat, wearing 60 lbs of leather clothes, and the first thing he does when he hits town is to guzzle whiskey, and act like it is quenching his thirst! LOL! I work with a 34 year old guy who moves like George Burns on qualudes, I want to strangle him! How can war have rules? Isn't Rules of Engagement, kind of an oxymoron, maybe it is just me?! What if people with senility are actually in the realm where we are all supposed to be and we are really the ones that are living a delusional fantasy?

As usual, you need to go visit the Un Mom Damnit! I am tired of telling you this, now go there!!!!

Hitting the Links

Today I read RxBambi
Because I needed to learn about drugs
Then I visited Pastor Sharon
for she was giving out hugs

Hit 40 was my next stop
Her blog is such a killer
Then I needed a deep thought
So I stopped by Brian Miller

Jaime always educates me
about the rigors of the law
And Princess Andy just reminds me
Of the weird things that she saw

I had to see Michel
To read her rant today
And on to see the Pwn Star
To see what she will say

The Optimistic Pessimist
Has become a real good friend
And Subby whos creative thoughts
Seem to have no end

Chris at Maugeritaville
Is a really cool dude
And that crazy Candie Bracci
Thinks that I am rude

Braja’s a new read for me
I listen to her voice
And Dizz’s Soggy Doggy blog
Is a funny choice

I will have to forgive Jersey Girl
For liking the Mets team
And with the Fragrant Liar
Things are never what they seem

Of course there is always Darsden
at Ramblings about Why
And Jules who sings on Tuesdays
it might just make you cry

Beth is always telling me
What she should have said
And FJ Sam and David
were the first blogs that I read

Mango Girl will give you
A new outlook on your life
and if you want to laugh
Theres the Scandalous Housewife

The Ice Queen has some views
to which I can relate
and Midtown Girl will keep you posted
about her latest date

Marissa is my buddy
who lately is unseen
and if you need some wisdom
then there is Ronda Laveen

I need to go read Baino
My newest Aussie pal
And off to fidgetting Gidget
A friendly blogging gal

Blueviolet in a nutshell
Is never too offending
If you want to ruffle feathers
Then there is Mr Condescending

All I need is everything
Is what Megan likes to say
and have you seem Miss O?
it seems shes gone away

Stacy has her random thoughts
As does the Un mom too
Lisa didn’t get the message
But few people ever do

Off to read Medora
Part of the Nascar nation
Her comments aimed at me
Say I need some medication

And let me not forget
One blog that is always fiery
Jen hasn’t posted lately
On my favorite blogging diary

Well, these are jut a few
Of my blogging friends
I could go on all day
but the linking never ends!

Silly Games

Once upon a time, there was a world where there were no computers in people's houses, and the only video game was a black and white game called pong, which was basically about as fun as English class. In this land of no technology, kids were forced to entertain themselves in unique and sometimes crazy manners. We created and played some very silly and somewhat dangerous games. We had a nasty baby sitter named Lois, she was mean and ugly in our preteen minds, so naturally we had to make up a game about her. We would lay in the middle of the street at night, and when a cars headlights appeared over the hill we would all get up and run to the porch, the last one getting there would get a letter from the name Lois, getting L.O.I.S meant that you loved Lois, and nobody wanted that honor! The benefits of the game: running is healthy, and we were improving our spelling skills! The drawbacks: Getting hit by a car! LOL!
If that was not bad enough, we used to play tackle football without any pads or helmets, but that was not dangerous enough for us, we decided that it should be played on a frozen pond! Games usually lasted about 15 minutes, due to half of the teams running home crying from some bruising injury! The benefits: Learning to be tough and accept pain! The drawbacks: Paralysis!
As I look back now, I wonder about my parents? Were they clueless as to what we were doing? I mean, they were in the house while we were laying in the road. Maybe Mom was tied up talking on the CB!

Aloha Friday

Last Friday, I got criticized for asking questions that were too serious, I guess I broke some Aloha Friday blogging commandment! HA! This week I will keep it fun and simple. We all know about Hawaiian tradition of taking life easy on Friday, and if you don't know the drill, visit An Island Life and become informed!

I always loved amusement parks, especially the roller coasters and other thrill rides! Coasters have gotten crazy in size and height, and have so many varieties! However, with out a doubt, the wildest rollercoaster that I have ridden is the cyclone at Coney Island. Built before computers designed them for safety and body tolerances, the Cyclone actually has signs that warn of possible neck and back injuries! My Question is:

WHAT IS THE WILDEST AMUSEMENT PARK RIDE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ON?

I am expecting someone to say "my life", so I nipped it in the bud!!! LOL!!!

Theme Thursday (Stage)

Do you have stagefright? That overwhelming paranoia, that creeps into your consciousness, not letting you relax. I have always feared the stage, getting up in front of people, having them focus on me. I always wonder what each person is thinking as they watch me or listen to me. I read their minds with my imagination in full gear, I hear, "Boy, he needs to lose weight", or "Why does he trip on his own words"? I think that acting is easier than just being yourself, at least you can pawn your shortcomings off on the character that you portray.
Today I will be on the stage, am I nervous? Not as much as I have been in the past. I am going to be myself and try not to let peoples looks or comments bother me. I have the lead roll in a one man production! It is the role that I was born to play. I am hoping for some good reviews, and vow that there will be no trembling, or sweaty palms, and that I will not flub any lines. Today, I will conquer my fears, and give the performance of a lifetime, some people will laugh and others may cry, but in the end, after I have greeted all my fans, someone will close the casket lid, and my last performance will hopefully not be forgotten!

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Rhyming Wednesday #6

Time for Rhyming Wednesday once again! I got sick of looking for photos for wordless Wednesday, plus I have too much to say. I noticed that there were a lot of poets in the blog world, so I thought that I would try to round them up. There are no rules, your poem does not need to rhyme, or be a certain style, I am still waiting for some dirty limericks! You can use someone elses poem, but should credit the author! One more thing, Mrsupole usually joins us, but I don't know if she will post with us today, she had some surgery, we hope that she is ok! I posted this in January, when I had 3 followers, I did not have time to finish my new poem, so I am taking the easy way out! This is about one of my friends that I had when I was about 11 or 12, It is a mostly true account!


He sat in his empty room
Staring at four walls
Screaming shouts of loneliness
No answer to his calls

Yet, this loner's isolation
to which there seemed no end
Could have all been swept away
If he had only found a friend

A friend would be a person
That would rid him of his strife
and give him peace and happiness
A longing love of life

But the loner could not plant the seed
to make a friendship grow
Instead he pondered weary thoughts
Of misery and woe

Then one long and lonely day
This man sat up in bed
and picking up a loaded gun
He held it to his head

A playmate from my youth
The man that I now mourn
memories of my childhood
are now forever torn

Life is a strange adventure
The good times and the bad
Some days are filled with happiness
Today I'll just feel sad

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Random Tuesday Thoughts

Fire ants are absolutely the most annoying insects, they get everywhere and sting like bees! You northern people are lucky, for now. The girl that cut my hair said that she liked the salt and pepper look, I told her that I wish that I was heavier on the pepper. In construction, rain can be devastating to progress. We have had heavy storms the last three Sunday Nights. I sense a new theme called "Muddy Mondays". I thought that I was watching a zombie movie the other night and it turned out to be C-Span. LOL! Did you ever notice that fancy restaurants are not really as satisfying as a good diner, a local bbq joint, or a good pizza? Why do I have to look up the spelling for restaurant every time I write it? I hate texting, it takes me 5 minutes to write out an 8 word text! I do not handle criticism well, I know when I suck at something or have fucked something up. Why does the current youth generation think that the waistline is below the ass? Sometimes, my phone does not ring for hours, and then when someone calls me, I end up having to talk between call waiting beeps. It is interesting how we have determined which animals are to be cherished and loved, and which ones are to be cooked and eaten. HAHA! Why does a horse rate over a cow? I have always been told that God created man in his own image, I struggle with the thought that God is in need of a diet and exercise! Is anyone else into Big Brother? I love that show, I wish that I could go on it! There are 3 recurring themes that I have noticed in the blog world, Zombies, Vampires, and wine drinkers! Do you ever wonder if the person that made up the name, Winnie the pooh, did it so that we could joke about kids wanting to play with pooh, or sleep with pooh? Want to try something interesting? Go to your favorite blogs and read their first posts! Mine really sucked! LOL! Remember, money can't buy happiness, it can just buy you things that can make you happy!

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Continuing Story- The Devils Choice part 1

I am going to start one of those continuing stories, but with a few rules:
1). At the end, you will need to tag only one person, it gets too confusing when a bunch of people are writing at one time. If the tagged individual does not want to participate, they can pass it along to another person.
2). The 10th person must end the story, so numbers 8 and 9 need to think about the end game also!
This story is going to start out dark, but you can take it wherever you like!


Jim Datillo is an ex cop, living on disability from an injury sustained in the line of duty. He is a single father of a ten year old girl named kylie. Kylie's mother left her and Jim almost 6 years ago and has never been heard from since. Jim and his daughter live on a large piece of land in upstate New York, having little or no contact with neighbors, overall a very isolated existence.
A few mornings ago, Jim woke up and went to check on his daughter, finding only an empty bed, it was not like Kylie to get up early during the summer months. He checked the house, checked the yard and found nothing. Now panicking, Jim went to the phone, ready to call the police, that is when he saw the note, it read:

We have your daughter, do not call anyone, or she will suffer! All that you need to do to get her back is to complete two tasks. The first task is that you must kill a person of your choice by midnight tonight. The next task will be given to you after you complete number one. Failure to comply will result in the death of your daughter, as will you making contact with anyone!

Jim turned white and almost passed out. What were his options? He did not have one, Kylies life depended on him becoming a murderer. Who could he possibly kill? He would have to locate a sex offender, or a person with a terminal illness, someone that did not have a long and prosperous future. It was not justification, but just limiting his guilt. He only had 13 hours to do it, and could not even try to look for a suspected kidnapper. He got out his hunting rifle, went to his truck and started driving toward town, not really having a plan. While driving, he began to gather his senses, and narrowed it down to either going to the library and searching for a local sex offender on the computer databases, or slipping into the ICU of the local hospital and putting someone out of their misery. The second option was far riskier than assassinating a pedophile......

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Well Worth It

It may seem a bit crazy that someone would drive 4 hours one way, into the DC area traffic, to have lunch with two people that he has never met, but sometimes, crazy is the best way to be! In my mind, they were not really strangers, after all, in a way, I have been conversing with them daily for a few months, not on the phone, but through E-mail and comments on blogs. In my mind, I had to go, the situation may never arise again, and I would have always wondered what they were like. I met Eileen(Hit 40) and Michel, and some of Eileen's family( One of whom I must adjust my playlist for!) They were all wonderful people, like I truly expected them to be! I was a bit saddened when I left by the notion that it could be the only time that I ever saw them, you know how life goes, you move, or stop blogging, or just don't have the opportunity to always do things, but I would love to see them again in the future, and maybe meet some more blog friends. Here is a picture of the two of them, Eileen had to remain anonymous!
Now for the bad part of the day! WTF is up with Virginia and all the traffic cops? A few cops patroling interstate 95 would have been understandable, but there was literally a cop every 5 miles, and probably at least 25 vehicles pulled over in a 100 mile stretch. The cops themselves create more of a traffic hazard than the speeders, chasing people and then clogging up the shoulders, causing trucks to merge left and cars to slam on their brakes! If Virginia needs revenues, they should not endanger the public by shaking down people that are doing 70 in a 65!!!! aren't there some real crimes to investigate?

Aloha Friday

Here it is once again, Aloha Friday! The time when we all pretend to be lazy. Check out An Island Life for all the details!
I will ask a question for you to answer, and this week is a two for Friday! I had two questions and could not decide which one to ask, so I will ask them both. You can answer one or if you want, you can answer both, the choice is yours! Here they are:

ARE YOU A SORE LOSER?

DO YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU HAVE A DESTINY THAT IS PREDETERMINED?

I am a sore loser in the sense that I love to win. I am not the kind of person that gives up because I am losing, however, I may get frustrated by losing to the point where I get mad!

I do not believe in destiny or fate, I think that we make our own way, I think that luck has more to do with it than destiny!

Theme Thursday (Ghost)

My name is Alan, a normal name for an average man. I don't put too much stock in religion, and up until a few weeks ago, I would have said that there was no such thing as an afterlife, until I started sighting my parents, The sightings had become increasingly frequent, so I just started keeping a diary:

Oct 7 2008- I saw them today, walking in the hallway, still together after all the years. It has been over ten years since I have been able to speak with them, ask for their advice, or hold them in a warm embrace. Is it my imagination that lets me see them? Am I going crazy? I don't care, either way, the thought of their existence warms my soul.

Oct 10 2008- I saw them together on the couch, I tried to speak to them, but there is a barrier that will not allow them through. Seeing them is not enough for me,I want to make contact with them, perhaps I need someone to help me, a psychic, maybe? I never believed in psychics, but then again, I never believed in ghosts!

Oct 15 2008- I saw Mom, alone, cutting flowers, making some sort of bouquet, she was always quite a florist. I could almost imagine the smell of her perfume, mixed with the aroma of the flowers that she had snipped. I approached her, and for a second, I thought that she knew that I was there, and once again, she vanished!

Oct 20 2008(current day)- Today is my birthday, and I see them once again, maybe I will get a present and actually make a breakthrough today. They are holding hands and walking out the back door into the yard. I will follow and try to make contact. They are walking slowly, this is the longest amount of time that they have remained visible in this world. They sat down on a concrete bench, I just need a few more seconds and I think that I can talk with them! THEY VANISHED! DAMNIT!! Mom left the bouquet there on the bench. I don't remember this bench? What does the engraving say? In memory of our beloved son Alan 1975-1995.

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Rhyming Wednesday #5

This is real easy, just post some kind of poem, rhyming or not rhyming, yours or someone elses, of course give the poet credit if it is not yours. You could even do dirty limericks if you want! Here is mine:

Would you ever know true happiness
If you did not first feel some pain
You would not appreciate sunny days
If you never knew of rain

If everyone was brilliant
Then no one would stand apart
If everyone was indifferent
There would be no caring heart

A home run would not feel special
If you never once struck out
And laughter would not matter much
Without knowing an angry shout

Opinions would not differ
If our thoughts were all the same
You would have no identity
Aside from just your name

Life is all about balance
Just trying to find your place
Learning how to stand up tall
When it slaps you in the face

And I know that you'll stand tall
because that is what fighters do
Just like the morning sun
You will shine on through
(For a friend)

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Random Tuesday Thoughts

They need to eliminate blinkers from vehicles, because I think that I am one of only a few people that actually use them! I lost my check book the other day and fearing that it might have gotten thrown away, I picked through 5 bags of maggot filled garbage, finding nothing. I sat in my recliner and felt something poking my back and found my check book, stuck in the chair. Why do companies give estimates, the job never comes close to the estimated quote. I never can understand how some men wear boxer shorts? It feels like wearing two pairs of pants. Doesn't SpongeBob Squarepants sound like a feminine product? Speaking of Spongebob, I think that children's cartoon these days are very sarcastic in nature. I am driving to Washington DC to meet some fellow bloggers. Should I be afraid? Should they? LMAO! I was watching a George Carlin show where he said," When two planes almost collide, they call it a near miss, I call it a near hit"! He was the best. Peoples work ethic, in my field, seems to be slipping with the economy, it is almost as if people are throwing in the towel. I hate being a hypochondriac! Bambi, is there a drug I can take for that? If you have any pharmacy issues, just ask her! Jaime took her little boy to Fenway park. The poor kid must be traumatized!(You Yankee fans will understand! LOL) I think that if I was on the Titanic I could have found something that would have floated. I see that I have some great new followers, when I get 600, I am buying a compound in Guyana. ( You older people will understand) I feel sorry for all of you New Englanders with all the rain, we are having our usual drought conditions. I am 43 years old, why do I still get pimples on my face?? Go ahead, make your greasy Italian jokes, but I am Irish, also. (I have a lot of internal fighting LOL!) I tend to struggle with the yellow pages, every time I look up something, it says to see something else, I usually just call information. Medora, why do we need the Dewey Decimal System, isn't that what a librarian is for? HAHA! Jack and Kernal just peed all over the floor, Michel should probably clean it up! How long do you think it will take before we start seeing Michael Jackson sightings and people saying that he faked his death? I hope that they do some DNA tests on his kids, because you know that they are not his. If beings from another universe visited our country, would they need a green card, or would they just be illegal aliens?
Until next time.... Otin Out! LOL!

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The Sales People

I have been wanting to tell this story for a few weeks, but I kept forgetting about it. For a little perspective, you have to know that I am not a confrontational person, I have a temper sometimes, but people that know me, realize that 5 minutes after I get angry everything will be back to normal. For the most part, I am very even tempered.
I was sitting in my living room on a rainy Sunday, when there came a knock at my front door. It was a young woman holding a clipboard and a bottle of cleaner. She asked me if she could step inside and ask me a few questions about cleaning, and being that it was raining, I said sure! She stepped in, handed me the cleaner and then told me that she would be right back. I looked outside and saw that she was in a van, and that there were a few people with her. After a few minutes, she returned with a gentleman, and they walked through the door with about 5 boxes. They set the boxes on the floor, and talking at about 100 miles per hour, she told me that she was going to leave Jim with me and that she would be back in a few minutes! She basically ran out of the door. Now Jim introduced himself as a salesman for Kirby Vacuum Cleaners. Here is how the next few minutes went:
Jim: What Vacuum are you currently using?
Otin: I only have one rug, so I just have a little push Vac.
Jim: You should have the best vacuum that there is.
Otin: You sell Dyson?
Jim: Kirby! Kirby has been around for years, they are the best vacuum that there is!
(All the time that he and I are talking, he is assembling a vacuum, from the 5 boxes that he brought in)
Otin: I am not buying a vacuum.
Jim: I am not asking you to
Otin: Then why are you here?
Jim: I am just going to vacuum your rug.
Otin: That's ok I just vacuumed.
(At this, he starts vacuuming my rug while I am trying to watch TV)
Jim: Look at the dirt that your vacuum missed!
Otin: I am still not interested
Jim: I am just cleaning your rug.
Otin: I don't mean to be rude, but I would like you to pack it up.
Jim: Let me show you some other features
Otin: I really would like you to please wrap it up.
Jim: See how your rug looks where I vacuumed.
Otin: I really tried being nice about it but, would you please pack up your shit and get the fuck out of my mother fucking living room so that I can finish watching what I was watching!
Jim: My supervisor went to another house, we have 4 salesman with us, she is with another customer.
Otin: Then call her and tell her to come get you!
Jim: It would be rude for me to interupt her
Otin: I am telling you, get the fuck out! I don't care that it is raining, I want you off my property, you can stand by the mailbox for all I care!
Jim: You would make me stand in the rain?
Otin: I don't care what you do as long as you are off my property!
(At this point, he calls her and describes me as the disgruntled homeowner, a few minutes later she arrives, we will call her jane)
Jane: My man says that you are angry?
Otin: If I have to tell you people to get out of my house one more time, I will call the cops!
Jane: So you do not have any interest in Kirby?
Otin: Are you people thick?
Jim: You don't need to insult us.
(at this point I start taking out the boxes that the vacuum came in and throwing them out my front door, Jane is trying to pick up the boxes before the rain ruins them and Jim is scrambling to get his loose vacuum parts)
Otin: Last time... Get the fuck out!
It took about 30 minutes all together and this is really a stripped down version of events, but the tone and language are fairly accurate! I will never let a stranger through my front door again, unless he is holding my delivery pizza or a publishers clearing house check!
They both left and I ceremoniously slammed the door!

Weekend Recap

Well, Friday was a lazy day, blogging was about the extent of my fun, and yes, I freely admit it! I did decide that I was going to meet a couple of fellow bloggers next weekend, it is over a four hour drive, but as established by my Friday Itinerary this weekend, I have nothing else pressing! I used to drive 5 hours one way to go skiing, so I guess it is all in how you view things. I remember that "Seinfeld" episode when George worries about his worlds colliding, and wonder what happens when the virtual world meets the real world? Maybe it is like matter meeting anti matter, perhaps we will all explode. LMAO!

Saturday was a boating day,

I tried water skiing, but I just cannot do it! I never have been able to get up out of the water! I almost drown every time I try the shit, I think I should try water boarding instead!(Of the torture variety) There will be no photos of my skiing experience!A cookout topped the day and I went to bed at a reasonable hour so that I could get up and go fishing at the beach...

Just lounging out!

I think that this may have chased the fish away....

It is pretty cool when you are out there in a small boat, passing a large ship

Any way, That was it! No fish! No sunburn! I hate Monday!

Happy Fourth of July

The United States is really a wonderful place to be, even though there is quite a bit of disagreement amongst political rivals and things get silly sometimes, there are not too many places in the world where you can be 3000 miles apart and still live the same way as each other, there are not a lot of other places where you can call your president an idiot on National television and not get reprimanded or imprisoned, and there is no other place where the military makes you feel more secure than in this country!

On Memorial Day, good blogging friend, Marissa, who is unfortunately on blogging hiatus, did a tribute post to the troops, she has current family members in the military. It was her last post and is still the first post on her site, WhaHappen. (Take the time to check this out, it is worth it!) Some of you have been there already, but I think that those of you that have not will appreciate it! Some of the later comments on the post are unrelated banter between a few of us trying to pry her out of retirement, she still comments and reads the blog!
See, I am not always silly! Have a safe and happy 4th of July, I will be trying to water ski! I do mean trying! LOL!

Aloha Friday

Everyone knows about Aloha Friday, and how they take it easy on Fridays in Hawaii. We supposedly take it easy on posting, but I never really do! For more info on Aloha Friday, visit An Island Life.
The other day, I did something really stupid, I clicked on the blogger language thing in my dashboard and all the choices popped up, so I wanted to see what the language settings applied to, so I clicked on the first one, which was Arabic! My whole blog went to Arabic, and I could not figure out where to click to get it back to English, because the Arabic is backwards and really impossible to decipher if you don't know it! It took me an hour to figure it out, which leads me to my question:
HAVE YOU EVER DONE SOMETHING SO RIDICULOUSLY DUMB THAT YOU ARE ALMOST AFRAID TO ADMIT IT?
Have a great weekend everyone!

My day in pictures

First of all, severe storms the night before are not a good thing when you are laying drainage pipe in an existing road!

It took a while, but we got rid of all the mud and got ready to pour concrete

Yours truly, pouring above mentioned concrete

Just another day! I wish I was blogging!

Theme Thursday (Funky)

I struggled with this one a bit, and I was not feeling all that creative at lunch today, so this is what I came up with:

I heard noises, I swear I did! I had to muster the courage to peek through the blinds and see what monsters were lurking in the shadows. I tried ignoring the howling and the scratching sounds, all along, realizing that I would eventually have to confront these demons. Gathering up my courage, I took a quick look out of my window, the quarter inch of glass that was keeping the evil at bay. My eyes filled with terror, as I looked upon a multitude of FUNKY looking creatures, most of them having sharp teeth and a voracious appetite for human flesh. My worst fears had been confirmed, monsters were surrounding my house and it was just a matter of time before the howling beasts would find their way into my sanctuary. I screamed, having no other options I ran from the room!
"Whoa!", Dad said, puzzled, "What's wrong, kiddo?" He proceeded to pick me up in his arms.
"There are monsters in our yard", I cried!
My Dad took me to the back door and explained that the howling was just the wind, the scratching was just a tree that he had neglected to cut back from the house, and that the various, twisted demons, were just the silhouettes of the bushes swaying in the breeze.
"No more Godzilla movies for you", Dad said sternly!
When you are a child, and your imagination runs wild with FUNKY thoughts, is there any safer place than in your parents bed? (and yes, this one is true!)

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