Hot days are here, indeed!! Temps have been ranging in the high nineties---95 to 98 nearly every day! Jean, it's finally time to go cat-fishing!! Not much going on here though, just babysitting for my granddaughter, and duckin' the heat.
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Today has been kinda hard. I seem tired all the time, and just sort of worn out. My doc says to expect that sort of thing now...whatever. I really hate pricking my finger several times a day. My monitor says you can check it on your forearm, but I can set it as deep as it will go, and my arm doesn't bleed. I guess so much for being tough, huh?
You don't even feel the stick on your arm, but if it won't give you any blood, what is the point?
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I have just spent a few hours at my oldest daughter's house. They are having a big cook-out for her, Friday was her birthday. They killed a pig to cook early this morning, and had plenty of beer on tap!!! I can see some of you in the back---"Ahhh!!! They killed a little pig!!!". No, it was a BIG ONE!!! Shut up! We eat meat in this part of the country. We aren't some panty-waisted 100 pound "vegans".
I had a great time. Of course, my wife wasn't in attendence...her "friends" at work take precedence over her family every time! I hope she had fun breaking her daughter's heart! even my son-in-law, with whom I rarely agree, said it was strange for my wife not to come. Not strange, I said, just her way right now. She will come to find that her "friends" are not all that she thinks they are!
In the meantime, her family suffers the consequences. Our grandson won't hardly even play with my wife---he barely knows her! Such is the sad ending for 24 years of marriage. Oh, and for those of you who disagree with me....bite me!!!
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"A Life Changed"; my life changed. Someone told me the other day that I had seemed 'different' to them lately. Harder, edgier, meaner. They were right. I am different, and I will be untill I die.
I used to bow and scrape for ANY woman in my general vicinity....not anymore. Since my mother died two years ago, I refuse to bow before ANY FEMALE! My servitude to females STARTED with her, and it ENDED with her! Nevermore shall I cow-tow to a WOMAN. Her death, along with some things that happened at home made me realize that women are just what they are. Men can never change that, neither can whatever "God" you believe in.
Maybe my mother was too tough on us, maybe not tough enough...but she always said one thing to me..."Never, and I mean NEVER, waste your tears and feelings on a woman, we can do just fine without you 'swinging dicks' walking around".
I can't say anything for the rest of the women in the world, but I know she could do just fine on her own, I have seen it! Hmmm..........I wonder if the title 'serial killer' is in my future? None of you can even begin to understand my contempt for females right now.........and maybe that is GOOD!
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I was just 18. Young, proud, and willing to put in a good day's work for a good day's pay. I had always worked my entire life. Whether on the farm, or at the horse stables, or in the little country store that I was hired to. I have worked for other people since I was eight years old. I learned the value of a dollar young, as we grew up mostly "country", and that meant poor.
Ok, so I was 18, and my Uncle got me a job at a popular Ford Car Dealership. I was in Heaven! I was a Ford freak to begin with, and had already worked at gas stations!! I was beside myself! I started out just parking cars and "runnin' parts" for the mechanics. Then one of the guys noticed me installing a stereo in my car. There was some talk to the owner, and I had my own "stall" installing car stereos! Cool, huh?
There was this one mechanic, a real asshole. He would tell our boss that I had his truck(the boss's) out at the city park chasing girls in the daytime. Of course he was lying, but it tended to piss me off a lot! I was about 150 pounds at the time, this asshole was close to 300 pounds! I was in no mood to take an ass-whipping from this creep, but I knew he had one comin'.
My Uncle told him to quit lying on me, but I told him to let it be, I was "working" on something. My Uncle was a very smart man, besides, he trained me in surviving the city, so he knew it would "get fixed" soon enough. Soon enough.
You see, the man that owned the dealership was friends with another man who owned a large private security firm. These two friends loved to come to the dealership on Sunday and just sit and drink scotch whiskey, and simply bullshit each other. Sometimes I would be there catching up on some work(off the clock). My boss asked me for his friend if I wanted to change jobs, maybe make a good deal more money than he could pay me. I said of course!
Oh, please, I haven't forgotten our little mechanic friend yet. This is where he gets "got". Seems the owner of the security firm had heard about my problem from a "little bird"(my boss). He said he would hire me if I proved that I was as tough as he thought I was. I would still have to go through their training program, of course. Of course. But, I am nothing if not 'game'!!!
I told my current boss that I quit, and I was through there. He agreed that I was no longer an employee of his, and could leave. On my way to collect my tools, the 'asshole' saw what had happened(at least, what we wanted him to see), and said I was a pussy to let him run me off. A pussy, indeed! I picked up my tools, to the sound of his constant barrage of bullshit. Have you ever seen a 1 1\8" open-end wrench? It is large and heavy!! Our mechanic friend got to "inspect" one up close that day---several times!!!
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Too Late, Far too Late. That is me. I was born about 500 years too late. I always envision a small wooden shack in the forest, snow waist deep in the winter, smoke curling lazily out of the chimney on the cabin, or shack, as you will. Life was harder then, a real struggle. I don't mind, my life has been a struggle all of these 46 years.
Of course, there would be the requisite wife, and two small children who struggle with me. I would hunt and farm. My wife and children would gather what plants and roots they could in the summer. These would make the potions and salves that they would sell to the townsfolk as cures for various ailments. We aren't rich, but we get by well enough.
At times, I go on short quests for my liege, my king. Never do I kill Dragons, as I tend to get on well with them. I could no more kill one of them than my own child. I am called the "Dragon Master" for good reason. This ability also lends itself to earning extra money for my family and myself.
There is always mead, or ale to drink, and times are fairly good. There is a good king on the throne, and he is quite the diplomat, rarely making war with our neighbors. But, sometimes, war is all that the neighbors understand, then so be it! Men!!! Spur your mounts on to victory!! Let loose the Dogs of War!!! We return triumphant, even though some of our men sleep with the "old ones". (They have died, for those of you who know not better).
Yes, times can be tough, but I will struggle through, and so will my kin. They stand beside me, because after all, family is all you have to look to for help....they are always there.
This writing is for Tonja, my oldest daughter. When she was small, we used to play like kings, Mafia guys, and Southern Debutantes! Thank you for never letting my imagination turn into an "adult wasteland". You made me play these things with you, and kept me going.
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Cold Hearted Orb that Rules the Night,
Steals the Color From Our Sight.
Red is Green, and Yellow, White.
I know I have heard this before, I also know that this DID NOT come from me.....any takers? Surely someone else has heard it before. I just know I heard it somewhere before, maybe in High School Literature??
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