raaaaaaaaaape!

I hit a snag the past couple weeks. Some good news, some not so good.

The not so good:
My toshiba tank crashed - only because of a stupidStupidSTUPID reaction on my part.
I pulled the power and removed the battery because it seemed to be 'hanging' during a restore after installing xp sp3.
The tank was out of commission for a spell.

The good:
I picked up a new account

The not so good:
With the crash, I lost the photo of JockFullofNuts' dick

The good:
The new account has bunches of work, I don't work Mondays, and I'm educating myself -- gastro -- yeah, burping, belching and pooping. oh well.

The not so good:
It doesn't pay worth a shit.

The good:
The tank is back ... sans XP SP3 and I don't believe I will ever try 'upgrading' to it again. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

and now, on to the strange title:
I have a real hard time reading forwarded mail, regardless of who it comes from. Luckily,most of the people that know me well, know that I open very little of it, so I get very little of it.

However, this is so damn funny -- well as funny as statutory rape can be:

gotta love that southern hospitality

The walk through the hood this morning was in a very fine, cool, soothing mist.
Thank you God.

During the walk, I noticed that off to the side of the new house that one of the builders has just finished, there was a pile of bricks.
I called and left a message asking if I could have 15 of them to line my ittybitty flower bed with.
I got a call back late this afternoon from the builder's wife.
She said in her ever-so-southern voice, "I mint to get back to ya soona. You jist go ahead and git yuself some of them bricks. In fact, you best get 20 of thim, jist to make sure you have enough."
Life in the Midwest.

stuffing my olive

rant on

My younger brother and his wife were in Iowa this past week.
Interesting thing - prior to them making the trip to Iowa, he emailed me and asked if I was going to come up while they were there.
HUH? You ignored your family for almost 10 years and had not been home for more than that, and then Mom went and interrupted your Mexican vacation by dying and you had to terminate the holiday early to jump a plane back for the funeral -- sans the wife -- and this was AFTER I had emailed and called you 2 weeks prior to her death to tell you that she had been placed on hospice care.
ohhhhhh I really need to let go of that anger.

However, no, my dear little bro, I will not be there while you are there. I will be there on Thanksgiving ... as I am every year -- and besides, I have been there 4 times already this year. And you have been there how many times in 13 years?
But I do love you and miss you, very much, and I miss what we had.

rant off

I spent the weekend in Arkansas at Cap'n Max and Shar's. It was Cap'n Max's birthday. I think I can safely say, all that were present had a great time and those that didn't ... well they weren't drinking the right stuff.

Speaking of drinking, I was introduced to dirty martinis this weekend.
That's a shame. It's a shame because I really like them.
Or maybe I just like the olives.

Which also reminds me -

knock knock
who's there?
olive
olive who?
olive you

teehee
save it for the grandkids -- it's never wasted with them