...we now know, do not give corn cobs to the chickens, within reach of the dogs.
lol ... poor chickens!!
o.o I don't know that I want to ask ... ... Nope. Never mind. Carry on.
The dogs ate the cobs. Not just the kernels... but the cobs.
And I got to listen to two dogs vomiting all night.
Not to mention the messes I cleaned this morning...
...yep. It is always all about the trouble of the day. YOUR trouble of the day. Before it was about everything else. Now it is about this one thing - the one thing I was trying to avoid when it was about everything else.
It is a delicate balance that YOU have offered little to no help with. All you have offered is your resentment toward anything I've tried to do and demands that I do... anything else. Preferably what you want. Only what you want. Always what you want.
Stand behind me? Show some support? You didn't. Hell, it would have been better if you just got the hell out of the way.
Now here we are. The boat has no free-board left, and apparently you now want me to do the swimming for all of us....
Yeah. This will end well.
Morri said we need to do away with nursery rhymes. For our time, the majority of them are abstract, outdated, sexist, racist and many cases simply illogical.
I think perhaps instead of doing away with them, they just need to be updated and made more realistic - perhaps to tell the real story... like, "Sing a Song of Sixpence," for example could go more like this:
I can hear you eating from across the room. This activity should NOT be that loud.
...I notice I tend to drink alcohol more when I'm happier.
For me, I've rarely looked at it as an escape... except for that one time. I don't drink to try and wash away my problems. The more problems I have, the less I drink - probably because I realize I can't afford to drink and I mean that from multiple perspectives.
When I had the travelling gig, that was probably the happiest time in my adult life. I felt more centered. I felt I had a purpose. I felt, for the first time, I was finding some professional success. And I drank. I drank on flights. I drank in my hotel. I drank when out to dinner. I drank when out with colleagues. I drank when I came home.
Rarely to excess, but often on a daily basis.
But I was happy....
I miss those days. As I look forward to my current steep uphill climb... I simply don't have the urge to drink...
No, she didn't really, but she did inspire me to think about this.
I have no where to vent. I can't vent here about certain things. I can't do it on Facebook where my professional life and personal life is far too wide open.
I think I need to make myself a new blog. Something unique and interesting. Somewhere I can be relatively anonymous and vent my feelings openly.
If only I had the time for such things.
or...you know my cell phone number. You're one of about two here who do. Call and vent :)
Or you can vent to your friendly neighborhood bartender- it is what we are here for...
I have an anonymous blog.... I dump a lot of crap there... Its like a parking lot for everything that pisses me off till I can get around to dealing with it. Occasionally some complete stranger might comment but no one in my family reads it or even knows about it. Sometimes making time for yourself is important.
...according to Zillow.com, my house value has increased 25% since I bought it. But just over a year ago, that figure was 50%.
As of right now, I should be able to rent it out for $1,400 per month...
...online life, and Facebook in particular is such a double-edged sword for me.
It makes me happy to have such easy communication routes to so many people. To get good news so quickly from so many sources.
And the opposite of course is true - bad news comes at me faster as well, and of course, seeing the known slackers doing nothing with their days but playing Facebook games pisses me off to no end...
I never really got into fb at all. I added all my sons' friends and they're quite amusing on it, but I don't do the games thing and unless I wanted to advertise something, it's a waste of my time. It's pretty boring.
VR does everything I want from a social network to be honest.
..if at the end of my days I am laying on my death bed but aware of my situation, and no one orders me some strippers, I'm going to be heading into the afterlife pretty damn peeved at my friends.
I've always said my funeral should be a party to celebrate life... I would just appreciate it if someone would start the party while I could still enjoy some of it!
LOL with all that thrusting, the afterlife might come sooner than ye think...
I'm sure those that love you will ensure that you go into the afterlife with a smile on your face.
Got it! We'll make sure you have money to give too.
It encrypts the embedded video, too.
...I just had to verify my own employment to the company I founded and own.
Confused the hell out of the Indian chick at the call center, to say the least...
heh. call centers are the bane of my life. Not sure if thats because the Indian chicks are speaking a bastardised form of English or just because they are so pedantic.
:) Did you at least say something good about yourself?
They're simply verifying I'm not lying about who I work for - just in case I wasn't telling them the truth the first time.
But when you're a business owner, who can really verify this for you other than the IRS?
I verified to them the I work where I work, for the 2nd time, but I could be lying again... and the woman's reaction seemed like just that... it was a very, ok, what was the point of this, kind of response.
Roy Williams, Wide Receiver of the Dallas Cowboys is suing his ex-girlfiend, Miss Texas Brooke Daniels in order to get back from her a $75,000 engagement ring...
...that he mailed to her.
Yes. He mailed her his proposal - a video taped proposal and a $75,000 ring.
Mailed to her.
Ok, money can buy a lot of things... class and smarts - not two of them.
This is the part I hate.
I have this suspicion I'm going to end up in a catch-22... at which point a Mount St. Helens eruption will sound like a firecracker compared to the amount of exploding I'm going to do.
Like when you notice someone you've been on good terms with has you blocked. And you haven't had much if any interaction with that person recently... so do you try and find a way to ask why? Maybe it was an accident? Maybe you did something to piss them off?
...one might never know....
Like that time I accidentally blocked Morri. I was clueless.
Yea dude, next time... just ask. If I think you are shitty I will tell you.
Especially if I barely know you.
In fact, I might even make a journal entry about it haha. ~cheers man~ :)
It's alright - but if I'm blocked, i can't ask. The message won't go through.
I'll just shout it in a journal entry.
...perhaps this video will speak to you on my behalf in a language your fat, NRA supporting, gun toting, Republican voting, George Bush loving, self-persecuting ass will understand.
My son laughed his butt off at that.
I ♥ this song. Heh. And I am a gun toting NRA supporting ass. :P
Then again, I AM Texan. It's almost mandatory.
I wonder if singing cows are tastier?
Oooo...someone pissed off birra - LMAO!
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