Aw my little baby Sasha’s becoming a woman so fast!
This is related to my good deed for the month. My good friend, The Diva, is embarking on several trips these next couple of weeks, so I being the good-natured dog lover that I am offered to dog sit her male pup, Scruffy.
We weren’t too sure if Sasha was going to like having another dog in the house invading her space. So The Diva and her Aunt Nancy came over with little Scruffy to test the waters. Everything went well, the two dogs got along famously, sniffing each other and running around in the yard. So we decided Scruffy could stay.
Well little did I know they were getting along too famously. As the midnight hour approached, I was awoken my an odd slurping sound. I rolled over to turn on the light. To my horror there was Sasha and Scruffy in a compromising position. I don’t be too pornographic about what was taking place next to me. So I’ll give you a hint and you can guess. I’m thinking of a number between 1 & 69!
Thank God, I had the good sense of getting Sasha’s tubes tied.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Thanks For The Comments!
I recently got a comment posted from my good friend Mikal in Maine. He commented on my recent post about me defending my blog.
I want to take this opportunity to thank him. It got me thinking. I use this blog as a thinking mechanism or as a defense against injustices directed at me. (I know I’m over dramatizing, but there’s a point.)
Sometimes I do get conflicted about how and what I say on the blog. "Did I cross a boundary?" "Was I too mean-spirited?" "Did I offend someone?"
But after reading Mikal’s comment, I decided "Aw Hell, NO!" People do not get notice or famous for sugar coating their shit.
So I am going to go forward here on blogspot.com and continue writing in the "warts ‘n’ all" manner that is expected of me.
If you don’t like what I say or how I say it, then don’t read it!
Thanks for the boost Mikal.
I want to take this opportunity to thank him. It got me thinking. I use this blog as a thinking mechanism or as a defense against injustices directed at me. (I know I’m over dramatizing, but there’s a point.)
Sometimes I do get conflicted about how and what I say on the blog. "Did I cross a boundary?" "Was I too mean-spirited?" "Did I offend someone?"
But after reading Mikal’s comment, I decided "Aw Hell, NO!" People do not get notice or famous for sugar coating their shit.
So I am going to go forward here on blogspot.com and continue writing in the "warts ‘n’ all" manner that is expected of me.
If you don’t like what I say or how I say it, then don’t read it!
Thanks for the boost Mikal.
Go West!
In sticking with The Village People theme, I’m GOing WEST.
Time to shake my life up again. Cheryl called me and asked again if I wanted to come out to California and live with her. This time I’m going to do it.
The reason I said no in the past was I didn’t just want to go and mooch off her. I need a purpose for being there. As it turns out, I’ll have one. My brother-in-law John is most likely moving to Houston, TX for a time to start a new security job. So Cheryl is going to need help with her girls. That’s where I’ll step up to the plate and help.
Hopefully I’ll be getting word from disability shortly and it will go through and I won’t have to worry about continued finances. And if I do get decline and can appeal, but more importantly if I venture west now at least I have enough savings to support myself for a little while. Then when I get there I can job hunt out there. Because I’m really running out of options here. I’m sending out resumes, practically stalking companies and organizations to hire me to no advil.
Plus, while I am back on speaking terms with Netty & Jack, nothing has or will ever change in that situation and it’s just a matter of time before the line gets crossed and another meltdown will ensue.
I’m also opening up to the fact I’ll be in a different state and leave all my damaged baggage here on the east coast. Sure I’ll still be HIV + & have a seizure disorder. There’s nothing I can do about closing that ongoing saga. Alas, everything else though can be wiped clean and I can start with a partially clean slate.
Time to shake my life up again. Cheryl called me and asked again if I wanted to come out to California and live with her. This time I’m going to do it.
The reason I said no in the past was I didn’t just want to go and mooch off her. I need a purpose for being there. As it turns out, I’ll have one. My brother-in-law John is most likely moving to Houston, TX for a time to start a new security job. So Cheryl is going to need help with her girls. That’s where I’ll step up to the plate and help.
Hopefully I’ll be getting word from disability shortly and it will go through and I won’t have to worry about continued finances. And if I do get decline and can appeal, but more importantly if I venture west now at least I have enough savings to support myself for a little while. Then when I get there I can job hunt out there. Because I’m really running out of options here. I’m sending out resumes, practically stalking companies and organizations to hire me to no advil.
Plus, while I am back on speaking terms with Netty & Jack, nothing has or will ever change in that situation and it’s just a matter of time before the line gets crossed and another meltdown will ensue.
I’m also opening up to the fact I’ll be in a different state and leave all my damaged baggage here on the east coast. Sure I’ll still be HIV + & have a seizure disorder. There’s nothing I can do about closing that ongoing saga. Alas, everything else though can be wiped clean and I can start with a partially clean slate.
Can't Stop The Music!
So I'm a little confused. I just finished watching the 1980 camp classic, Can't Stop The Music about the semi autobiographical rise of The Village People. I have to say I'm a bit perplexed. I know when The Village People were at the height of their fame I was just a youngin'. But I don't recall a Military Man in the group?There was only five: The Indian, The Leather Man, The Cowboy, The Cop, & the Construction Guy.
Where did Military Man come from?
This Is MY SPACE!
I attempted to move my blog to a larger audience. So I decided to finally bite the bullet and create a MYSpace account. After a week or so, I decided my original gut instinct was correct. There’s no Space on MYSpace for me.
There was just too much going on. I didn’t like the design options. A little too confusing and disoriented. So I think I’ll stick with my blogspot.com. That way I keep the thoughts and the style clear and crisp. Plus, I can focus more on the writing and the thought. I want subtance not style.
Plus, if I get one more friggin MySpace email of no importance, I’m gonna just snap!
There was just too much going on. I didn’t like the design options. A little too confusing and disoriented. So I think I’ll stick with my blogspot.com. That way I keep the thoughts and the style clear and crisp. Plus, I can focus more on the writing and the thought. I want subtance not style.
Plus, if I get one more friggin MySpace email of no importance, I’m gonna just snap!
Moving FWD!
Previously Deleted POST:
This next post or rant (as I should call it), I want to continue with Netty as well another person that pissed me off a bit yesterday.
I was going through some email when I noticed one forward to me by Netty. For the most part I do read them but don’t usually continue the chain. However, I felt with everything that has gone on in the past few months it was important to break the habit.
The email pertained to "How to determine is someone is having a stroke?"
You should first follow the first three letters of STRoke.
S - Smile- tell the person to do so.
T - Talk - tell the person to say a simple sentence (i.e. It is sunny out today).
R - Raise both Arms.
Also as have them stick their tongue straight out.
If they should have any difficulty with these task, it is like that they are having a stroke and 911 should be called immediately.
Well first the bitter side of me though it was ironic that I got this email from Netty, due to the fact she just stood there and assume Jack was "shitfaced" when he passed out.
Then I decided it was important to forward the info along. That’s when my frustration escalated. I sent the email to many addresses. A lot of the people I sent it to were ones that I felt were in an environment that this knowledge would be useful.
Well one of the so-called people sent a response back stating he did not recognize the email address and he really didn’t appreciate a forwarded email. Well, I responded telling him who I was and why I forwarded the email to him. Being that he works in an office where several people come in each day either ill or on drugs and the likely hood of them suffering a stroke is high. I thought this email was important. Well he responded still saying he thanks but he didn’t want to be forwarded any more emails.
Now this is what really pissed me off. Here he is in an office that he gets PAID to be there, while I only VOLUNTEER. So not only am I taking time out of my job search to forward this information but also taking time out my job search to provide hours of unpaid service to this office. While that pretentious little queen is sitting at his desk surfing the web, & not doing his proper job, I’m sure and then telling me he does not appreciate forwarded emails.
Sorry but that needed to get off my chest. I think I did good, though. I didn’t say who the little queen was or where he works. It’s not like he’d take the time to read my blog. So hopefully I didn’t burn a bridge there. And if I did, well screw it, there are other establishments that I volunteer at and are more worthy of my unsolicited time and devotion.
And that’s my rant for the week.
This next post or rant (as I should call it), I want to continue with Netty as well another person that pissed me off a bit yesterday.
I was going through some email when I noticed one forward to me by Netty. For the most part I do read them but don’t usually continue the chain. However, I felt with everything that has gone on in the past few months it was important to break the habit.
The email pertained to "How to determine is someone is having a stroke?"
You should first follow the first three letters of STRoke.
S - Smile- tell the person to do so.
T - Talk - tell the person to say a simple sentence (i.e. It is sunny out today).
R - Raise both Arms.
Also as have them stick their tongue straight out.
If they should have any difficulty with these task, it is like that they are having a stroke and 911 should be called immediately.
Well first the bitter side of me though it was ironic that I got this email from Netty, due to the fact she just stood there and assume Jack was "shitfaced" when he passed out.
Then I decided it was important to forward the info along. That’s when my frustration escalated. I sent the email to many addresses. A lot of the people I sent it to were ones that I felt were in an environment that this knowledge would be useful.
Well one of the so-called people sent a response back stating he did not recognize the email address and he really didn’t appreciate a forwarded email. Well, I responded telling him who I was and why I forwarded the email to him. Being that he works in an office where several people come in each day either ill or on drugs and the likely hood of them suffering a stroke is high. I thought this email was important. Well he responded still saying he thanks but he didn’t want to be forwarded any more emails.
Now this is what really pissed me off. Here he is in an office that he gets PAID to be there, while I only VOLUNTEER. So not only am I taking time out of my job search to forward this information but also taking time out my job search to provide hours of unpaid service to this office. While that pretentious little queen is sitting at his desk surfing the web, & not doing his proper job, I’m sure and then telling me he does not appreciate forwarded emails.
Sorry but that needed to get off my chest. I think I did good, though. I didn’t say who the little queen was or where he works. It’s not like he’d take the time to read my blog. So hopefully I didn’t burn a bridge there. And if I did, well screw it, there are other establishments that I volunteer at and are more worthy of my unsolicited time and devotion.
And that’s my rant for the week.
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