It’s been a few days since my last posting. My little weekend trip was just what I needed. Sue and I and of course, Tucker the dog had a wonderful time. The mutt and I had plenty of “male bonding”, as my sister called it.
Saturday was such a beautiful day, we spent most of it outside. We sat on the porch looking out on the lake for quite a while. Sue did some yard work while I kept Tucker busy and kept him from chasing the lawn mower.
We also took a little drive to an apple orchard and got some apples and some cider. I think the labeled the bag of apples incorrectly, they were supposed to be Cortland apples, but they looked and tasted like Macintosh. Oh well, I had some any way. When I left for home, I forgot to pack the apples in the car and left them at Sue’s. I guess Tucker will have some apples for his treats.. Sue got a new car, when we left to go to the orchard, what does she do, but back into my truck. All I could think was, ain’t that just great, we looked and just a little paint and a small dent to my truck, her car just had a nark on the rubber part of her bumper. I figured it would have been a lot of damage to the tailgate and need a lot of work, but thank god it wasn’t. I got the grand tour of the area. I guess I know a lot of places down that way, and been close to her home before when we used to take road trips to Mass. To go to that one mall we used to visit and the liquor store in Vermont just over the Mass. border. I had a good time, and I know Tucker did as well. He’s a real neat dog. Still growing, and raising hell with Sue. Some people say their dogs are a reflection of them selves, and Tucker is almost like Sue, when she was younger, she was really picky about her eating, and Tucker’s just the same, he only wants his treats. No kibble for him…… I guess he’ll have to learn to eat his kibble or he won’t get any treats…. Well that’s it for now, See ya in the funny papers.!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Cool News
Got a nice surprise last night. My best bud Art called. He’s back in town a couple of days.(His dad is having cataract surgery.) And he brought one of my long time friends with him, Green label Jack Daniels. Now I know, it’s not called bourbon, but is made from the same ingredients and made just like bourbon, except for the charcoal filtering it goes through. But its still good. I’ know, the green label is supposed to be a somewhat lesser product than the regular Black label. But I like it…… Nothing like a nice Jack Daniels Manhattan made with Green label. Luckily, I won’t be going to my sisters til Saturday morning. So, we’ll have a couple of those manhattans on Friday night. Not to many, we both have to drive back to Vermont, or to Averill Park.
Got some other good news in the mail, I got a notice from St E’s, that my hospital bills will be paid for by a charity they have. That’s cool, and I also get a discount on further medical bills I have through their network. Another big help. I also talked with someone at Soc. Services today, and while I don’t have Medicaid yet, I should be getting it in a month or two.
Okay, now for the bullshit news. Yesterday, I went to my Blog and there was a comment. So being interested in who commented and what they had to say. I opened up my comment window, and what do I see, a fucking spam comment about their website to find horny fucking lowlife asshole porn sites. Now I’m like most men, we’re freakin horny perverts, but you know if I want to look at those sites I’ll look for them, I don’t want them on my blog in comments. So if you are the one who sent it to me, shame on you, you fucking Asshole.!!!! Get a real life, and leave us closet perverts alone…..
I guess I got to go, maybe I’ll have a beer when I go deliver the package I signed for, at the Legion. SO keep your stick on the ice…….
Got some other good news in the mail, I got a notice from St E’s, that my hospital bills will be paid for by a charity they have. That’s cool, and I also get a discount on further medical bills I have through their network. Another big help. I also talked with someone at Soc. Services today, and while I don’t have Medicaid yet, I should be getting it in a month or two.
Okay, now for the bullshit news. Yesterday, I went to my Blog and there was a comment. So being interested in who commented and what they had to say. I opened up my comment window, and what do I see, a fucking spam comment about their website to find horny fucking lowlife asshole porn sites. Now I’m like most men, we’re freakin horny perverts, but you know if I want to look at those sites I’ll look for them, I don’t want them on my blog in comments. So if you are the one who sent it to me, shame on you, you fucking Asshole.!!!! Get a real life, and leave us closet perverts alone…..
I guess I got to go, maybe I’ll have a beer when I go deliver the package I signed for, at the Legion. SO keep your stick on the ice…….
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
It seems today is another day of rain. And I found another leak in the roof. Oh boy, just what I frigging need. Oh, by the way, my day started out well. I almost dropped my CPAP machine on the floor again. I heard something that must have woke me up, the door was banging against the stops when the wind would blow in the front windows. A kind of wind tunnel effect. Just annoying enough to wake me up at 5:00 in the morning. Now I have a small leak. At least it’s in the back hallway.
I did get some good news, sort of. I got a notice from the employment division of Soc. Services today. I guess they said that my Dr. sent them the paperwork and I don’t have to continue with them, at this time. Might be a good thing.
I need a road trip. I have my little trip to my sisters this weekend. Maybe I’ll just go a day earlier. I could stay there with Tucker. Keep him amused for a day, and my Sue won’t have to pay anyone to take care of him for one day. But, I haven’t talked with her yet. Most likely, I’ll go down either Friday night, or Saturday morning. If I get the raffle tickets for Kiwanis, I’ll have to wait till Saturday, unless someone else can get them to everyone. Won’t know till Wed. When I get the tickets, I’m going to hit up all my friends for $5.00 for a ticket. It goes to help the kids in our little community.
I did get some good news, sort of. I got a notice from the employment division of Soc. Services today. I guess they said that my Dr. sent them the paperwork and I don’t have to continue with them, at this time. Might be a good thing.
I need a road trip. I have my little trip to my sisters this weekend. Maybe I’ll just go a day earlier. I could stay there with Tucker. Keep him amused for a day, and my Sue won’t have to pay anyone to take care of him for one day. But, I haven’t talked with her yet. Most likely, I’ll go down either Friday night, or Saturday morning. If I get the raffle tickets for Kiwanis, I’ll have to wait till Saturday, unless someone else can get them to everyone. Won’t know till Wed. When I get the tickets, I’m going to hit up all my friends for $5.00 for a ticket. It goes to help the kids in our little community.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Alive and well In Central New York
I’m still alive and going to live. At least that’s what the Dr. said. I had my bi-monthly checkup with Dr. Sperling this morning. He was pleased with me, gave me the usual stuff, lose weight, and watch what you eat. B/P was good, everything else was good, even my nurse said I looked good and my B/P was good. My condolences to my nurse Pat, her dad passed last week, so I’ll say prayer for her and Sam, like I have since last Monday when I found out. She’s a good egg, so isn’t my Dr. and his wife, Dr. Vechio and the rest of the staff at his office. It’s always good to see everyone down there.
Now to more important items that need mentioning.
1) I hope to have the Kiwanis raffle tickets in my hands on Wed.
2) I’m going to visit my sister if everything works out, this weekend.
3) I’m still waiting for Medicaid and other Social Services, thank god I was given food stamps,
4) I still need to here from Social Security, about disability
5) And finally some good news, “I just saved money on my car insurance by switching to…..” (I just had to say that)!!!!!
I have a cute joke and I’d like to put it in my blog, I can’t remember how I got it or who sent it to me, so here it is for your enjoyment.
Michael the Dragon Master was an official in King Arthur's
court. He had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful
Queen's voluptuous breasts. But he knew the penalty
for this would be death.
One day he revealed his secret desire to his colleague,
Horatio, who was the King's chief physician. Horatio said,
"I can arrange it, but I will need 1,000 gold coins to pay
bribes." Michael the Dragon Master readily agreed.
The next day Horatio made up a batch of itching powder and
poured a little of it into the Queen's brassiere while she
was taking a bath. Soon after she dressed, the itching
commenced and grew in intensity. Upon being called to the
royal chambers, Horatio told the King that only a special
saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of
itch, and that tests had shown such a saliva was only to be
found in Michael the Dragon Master's mouth.
King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master. Michael the
Dragon Master slipped the antidote lotion into his mouth and
for the next four hours worked passionately on the Queen's
magnificent breasts.
Satisfied, he returned to his chamber and found Horatio
demanding payment. However, with his obsession now satisfied,
he refused to pay Horatio anything and shooed him away,
knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the
King.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same
itching powder onto King Arthur's loincloth. King Arthur
summoned Michael the Dragon Master...
The moral of the story? Pay your bills.
Now wasn’t that special????
Now to more important items that need mentioning.
1) I hope to have the Kiwanis raffle tickets in my hands on Wed.
2) I’m going to visit my sister if everything works out, this weekend.
3) I’m still waiting for Medicaid and other Social Services, thank god I was given food stamps,
4) I still need to here from Social Security, about disability
5) And finally some good news, “I just saved money on my car insurance by switching to…..” (I just had to say that)!!!!!
I have a cute joke and I’d like to put it in my blog, I can’t remember how I got it or who sent it to me, so here it is for your enjoyment.
Michael the Dragon Master was an official in King Arthur's
court. He had a long-standing obsession to nuzzle the beautiful
Queen's voluptuous breasts. But he knew the penalty
for this would be death.
One day he revealed his secret desire to his colleague,
Horatio, who was the King's chief physician. Horatio said,
"I can arrange it, but I will need 1,000 gold coins to pay
bribes." Michael the Dragon Master readily agreed.
The next day Horatio made up a batch of itching powder and
poured a little of it into the Queen's brassiere while she
was taking a bath. Soon after she dressed, the itching
commenced and grew in intensity. Upon being called to the
royal chambers, Horatio told the King that only a special
saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of
itch, and that tests had shown such a saliva was only to be
found in Michael the Dragon Master's mouth.
King Arthur summoned Michael the Dragon Master. Michael the
Dragon Master slipped the antidote lotion into his mouth and
for the next four hours worked passionately on the Queen's
magnificent breasts.
Satisfied, he returned to his chamber and found Horatio
demanding payment. However, with his obsession now satisfied,
he refused to pay Horatio anything and shooed him away,
knowing that Horatio could never report this matter to the
King.
The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same
itching powder onto King Arthur's loincloth. King Arthur
summoned Michael the Dragon Master...
The moral of the story? Pay your bills.
Now wasn’t that special????
Friday, September 16, 2005
I just finished with lunch and I was waxing nostalgically about my youth. I had earlier gone to the Post Orifice, (notice the spelling), and then took a small ride up the hill to Russell’s Vegetables and got more fresh tomatoes (11) and fresh broccoli (a big head) and fresh green beans and a huge, I mean freakin huge head of cabbage (about 4-6 pounds. All for seven bucks.
I washed everything, cut up the beans and started cooking the beans. Then I cut up the cabbage, taking one quarter of it and making a big bowl of Cole slaw. Then took out the big pot and put what was left of the cabbage in the pot and filled with water to cook. When the beans were cooked, I took some and put just some butter, salt and pepper on them and chowed down. I had enough for two or three more meals, so I put them in a container for later. After the cabbage was done, I had some and put the rest in containers for several other meals. Now I know it’s not that great of a lunch, but when they are as fresh as just picked, and cleaned and cooked up quickly, they taste just incredible.
Now back to my waxing nostalgically. When I was a kid, mom and I would have just cucumbers for lunch. Right out of the garden, They would be really weird shaped and funny looking, but they tasted really good. We’d just peal then and salt them and munch down. Two to three cucumbers a piece. We’d go out pick our daily veggies and then throw out the bad or yucky lookin stuff. It was always a surprise to see how big the zucchini were. The day before they would be just a blossom, the next they would be a foot long. Ma always had this way of fixing green beans. She’d cook up the beans and then in a frying pan, she would cook some bacon. Then take out the bacon and leave the rendered bacon fat in the pan. She’d next put in some flour and make rue. Then put in the green beans and ad a little milk, just to loosen up the rue. Let it cook a little while then and salt and pepper. Sometimes she’d crumble up the bacon in it, if it were still there. That is if mom or I could keep from eating it. There is something about bacon. It never lasted in one place to lung in our house. Then it was time to eat, yum, yum. I didn’t have any bacon, so I couldn’t have any. I’ll just have to make sure I get some this
Weekend when I go shopping. I miss the garden. It was a lot of work when I was younger, but I think I would love to have one know. Even if just for the fresh tomatoes. I love tomatoes. Dad and I would get out the spade and pitch forks and dig up the garden and fertilized it, then plant it. Weed it, take care of it. But once it got to be producing it’s goodies, everyone at home would be out there when it was time to pick and eat the fruits of our labors. And it was Good…….. I miss it…. Just had to post about it.
I washed everything, cut up the beans and started cooking the beans. Then I cut up the cabbage, taking one quarter of it and making a big bowl of Cole slaw. Then took out the big pot and put what was left of the cabbage in the pot and filled with water to cook. When the beans were cooked, I took some and put just some butter, salt and pepper on them and chowed down. I had enough for two or three more meals, so I put them in a container for later. After the cabbage was done, I had some and put the rest in containers for several other meals. Now I know it’s not that great of a lunch, but when they are as fresh as just picked, and cleaned and cooked up quickly, they taste just incredible.
Now back to my waxing nostalgically. When I was a kid, mom and I would have just cucumbers for lunch. Right out of the garden, They would be really weird shaped and funny looking, but they tasted really good. We’d just peal then and salt them and munch down. Two to three cucumbers a piece. We’d go out pick our daily veggies and then throw out the bad or yucky lookin stuff. It was always a surprise to see how big the zucchini were. The day before they would be just a blossom, the next they would be a foot long. Ma always had this way of fixing green beans. She’d cook up the beans and then in a frying pan, she would cook some bacon. Then take out the bacon and leave the rendered bacon fat in the pan. She’d next put in some flour and make rue. Then put in the green beans and ad a little milk, just to loosen up the rue. Let it cook a little while then and salt and pepper. Sometimes she’d crumble up the bacon in it, if it were still there. That is if mom or I could keep from eating it. There is something about bacon. It never lasted in one place to lung in our house. Then it was time to eat, yum, yum. I didn’t have any bacon, so I couldn’t have any. I’ll just have to make sure I get some this
Weekend when I go shopping. I miss the garden. It was a lot of work when I was younger, but I think I would love to have one know. Even if just for the fresh tomatoes. I love tomatoes. Dad and I would get out the spade and pitch forks and dig up the garden and fertilized it, then plant it. Weed it, take care of it. But once it got to be producing it’s goodies, everyone at home would be out there when it was time to pick and eat the fruits of our labors. And it was Good…….. I miss it…. Just had to post about it.
The little shit did it again. Rang the doorbell at 7:35 this morning. Of course I was up, and of course I was in the bathroom. He wanted to know about this afternoon, if his mom wasn’t home, if he could come up and stay till she gets home. Yea, know problem…la..di..da…
He interrupted my reading of one of my old favorite books from the past. I believe one of my friends gave it to me. “The I Love To Fart Cookbook.” It is one of culinary’s great masterpiece’s. There are some real great recipe’s inside of it’s covers. But watch out, you could alienate a lot of friends with its after effects. The recipe’s are supposed to help aid in digestion and production of shall I say some extra intestinal gas. But it is a humorous book to say the least. With Titles of recipe’s such as “Swamp Gas Soup, and Cannon Fodder Stew.” You get the picture. Believe you me, if I was to really try any of those recipe’s, the Military would think Al Queda had dropped a “dirty bomb” in The Mohawk Valley. They would have to declare this a disaster area. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Oh, by the way, I’m still waiting, and waiting and…….
He interrupted my reading of one of my old favorite books from the past. I believe one of my friends gave it to me. “The I Love To Fart Cookbook.” It is one of culinary’s great masterpiece’s. There are some real great recipe’s inside of it’s covers. But watch out, you could alienate a lot of friends with its after effects. The recipe’s are supposed to help aid in digestion and production of shall I say some extra intestinal gas. But it is a humorous book to say the least. With Titles of recipe’s such as “Swamp Gas Soup, and Cannon Fodder Stew.” You get the picture. Believe you me, if I was to really try any of those recipe’s, the Military would think Al Queda had dropped a “dirty bomb” in The Mohawk Valley. They would have to declare this a disaster area. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Oh, by the way, I’m still waiting, and waiting and…….
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I’ve been waiting and waiting and…
I’ve been waiting and waiting and…
Some times it doesn’t pay to just sit around and wait. Some times you just have to say, “What the FUCK”. Now I know I’m in a different situation, and I have lots of time on my hands. But, when you call and ask for a simple answer about things, you figure if someone were busy, after they are done with what they were doing, they would at least call and leave a message or something if you weren’t at home. So now you don’t leave and you stick at home, not that I have any place to go and you wait, and you wait and you….
I know, I’m ranting on and on, but people are counting on me for answers too. It’s like; I’ve been trying for the past two days to contact my caseworker at the Social Security office. I dial the number and it’s busy, from morning till night. Looks like I need to take a trip to Utica …Just like a small trip to Herkimer also. Just to get some answers. Fuck It!!!
Other than that, I’ve been laying low, with no particular place to go. Television sucks, but what else is new. So meanwhile, I just sit and wait, and wait…
Some times it doesn’t pay to just sit around and wait. Some times you just have to say, “What the FUCK”. Now I know I’m in a different situation, and I have lots of time on my hands. But, when you call and ask for a simple answer about things, you figure if someone were busy, after they are done with what they were doing, they would at least call and leave a message or something if you weren’t at home. So now you don’t leave and you stick at home, not that I have any place to go and you wait, and you wait and you….
I know, I’m ranting on and on, but people are counting on me for answers too. It’s like; I’ve been trying for the past two days to contact my caseworker at the Social Security office. I dial the number and it’s busy, from morning till night. Looks like I need to take a trip to Utica …Just like a small trip to Herkimer also. Just to get some answers. Fuck It!!!
Other than that, I’ve been laying low, with no particular place to go. Television sucks, but what else is new. So meanwhile, I just sit and wait, and wait…
Sunday, September 11, 2005
A lazy day
It’s a nice lazy Sunday. That’s what today is. I’m cooking a pot of chicken. Chicken? Will it be chicken and biscuits? Or will it be chicken soup. Or something else I might conjure up. I don’t know. I’m leaning towards soup. But I absolutely love chicken and biscuits. When I went shopping this morning I forgot to get celery so I’m not sure about the soup. I know chicken and biscuits would come out okay without the celery. I can always add a can of cream of celery soup; I have in the cupboard. Guess that’s the best option. But I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
Waiting over. I just went to get my last cup of coffee for the day. I tasted the pot of chicken and I think it’s seasoned more for soup than making gravy for the biscuits, so soup it is.
Um, um, good coffee. Yes, a fresh pot this morning, from a freshly opened foil-pack of coffee. Now I know, store brand coffee isn’t always the best, but I have to say this batch is pretty damn good. I know I should tell you what brand it is, but for the price, it was a very exceptional value. Oh by the way, it’s also decaf. I know, everyone says decaf sucks. But if you need to stop drinking anything with caffeine, once you get of the caffeine withdrawal, you’ll never miss it. Plus you just might sleep better. Would you like to know what brand it is, Its Walmart’s brand. You wouldn’t think, but it is good. I would rather drink Green Mountain Coffee brand. But it is a little pricey right now. When you don’t have much to spend on food and beverages, you buy what you can. I drink a pot a day, so, figure about ten, maybe eleven pots out of a pound. You do the math. I guess it’s all in how you store it after opening.
When I cleaned out my office down at the store, I found an extra cigar jar type humidor. It seals up air tight and keeps cigars extremely fresh, sometimes to fresh, if you forget and don’t open them up a few times a week. They sometimes get to high of humidity in the jar, if you have a humidifying device in the jar with you cigars. Being so air tight, they over humidify the cigars and they don’t stay lit well and just smoke shitty. But with using it for my coffee, it keeps the coffee as fresh as if it was just ground. Oh I still have a cigar jar for cigars. Not that I have any cigars, but just in case I feel like buying a few good cigars. I had a cigar when we were parking cars at the fair. My first one in maybe two years. It was nice, but I like to breath, so my cigar smoking is kind of taking a back burner right now. Guess that’s the best with all my breathing problems. But sometimes you just have to say, “What the Fuck.”
So that’s it for now, Keep Your Stick on The Ice….
Waiting over. I just went to get my last cup of coffee for the day. I tasted the pot of chicken and I think it’s seasoned more for soup than making gravy for the biscuits, so soup it is.
Um, um, good coffee. Yes, a fresh pot this morning, from a freshly opened foil-pack of coffee. Now I know, store brand coffee isn’t always the best, but I have to say this batch is pretty damn good. I know I should tell you what brand it is, but for the price, it was a very exceptional value. Oh by the way, it’s also decaf. I know, everyone says decaf sucks. But if you need to stop drinking anything with caffeine, once you get of the caffeine withdrawal, you’ll never miss it. Plus you just might sleep better. Would you like to know what brand it is, Its Walmart’s brand. You wouldn’t think, but it is good. I would rather drink Green Mountain Coffee brand. But it is a little pricey right now. When you don’t have much to spend on food and beverages, you buy what you can. I drink a pot a day, so, figure about ten, maybe eleven pots out of a pound. You do the math. I guess it’s all in how you store it after opening.
When I cleaned out my office down at the store, I found an extra cigar jar type humidor. It seals up air tight and keeps cigars extremely fresh, sometimes to fresh, if you forget and don’t open them up a few times a week. They sometimes get to high of humidity in the jar, if you have a humidifying device in the jar with you cigars. Being so air tight, they over humidify the cigars and they don’t stay lit well and just smoke shitty. But with using it for my coffee, it keeps the coffee as fresh as if it was just ground. Oh I still have a cigar jar for cigars. Not that I have any cigars, but just in case I feel like buying a few good cigars. I had a cigar when we were parking cars at the fair. My first one in maybe two years. It was nice, but I like to breath, so my cigar smoking is kind of taking a back burner right now. Guess that’s the best with all my breathing problems. But sometimes you just have to say, “What the Fuck.”
So that’s it for now, Keep Your Stick on The Ice….
Friday, September 09, 2005
Just a quick post for today.
The little shit next door rang my bell again. I’m going to smack that kid if he rings the doorbell again, before I’m up and around in the morning. I can’t have any real peace and quiet while I’m in deep thought, on the can.
My walk was nice yesterday. Didn’t get rained on either. Might try it again today. Maybe I’ll take a trip to the store to get some fruit and a few groceries. Who knows? Nothing else to do today, except maybe watch the grass grow…
Time for my second cup of coffee….. See ya!!!
The little shit next door rang my bell again. I’m going to smack that kid if he rings the doorbell again, before I’m up and around in the morning. I can’t have any real peace and quiet while I’m in deep thought, on the can.
My walk was nice yesterday. Didn’t get rained on either. Might try it again today. Maybe I’ll take a trip to the store to get some fruit and a few groceries. Who knows? Nothing else to do today, except maybe watch the grass grow…
Time for my second cup of coffee….. See ya!!!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Rough Morning
I’m having a tough time waking up. I’ve been up since the little kid next door rang my freakin doorbell at 7:45 this morning. I was half-awake, half-dreaming. It was I nice dream to. A nice young woman and me……Then the fucking doorbell. Ring, Ring, and Ring. I knew who it was before I got out of bed to answer. I could hear him muttering to himself, “where is he, he can’t be sleeping.” I finally stuck my head out the window and yelled at him…. He just wanted to know if he could come over after school,if his mom was late getting home. He used to come I the store last spring when she was late. He’s a nice kid, but can’t keep his attention on one thing to long.
I feel like I’m still sleeping and it’s only a dream. Foggy. I guess that’s what you’d call it. Yes that’s a good term for the way I feel.
I’ve been kind of lying low this week. No place to go and no money to get there. So, I just hang around the house and goof off. I play video games on my computer, read and watch the tele….and so on …..
I ‘m not really bored yet, but soon. I hope I hear from Social Security soon, one way or the other. Hearing from Social Services would be okay as well. But I’ll just wait and wait……
Mmmm, coffee. You know, coffee is one of the true pleasures that you can have in the morning. Most people don’t take the time to savor every bit, excuse me, last drop. I don’t know, but this mug is exceptional this morning. Must be from the thorough cleaning of the pot as well as my favorite mug. Most likely the mug. It’s another nice morning out, and I feel pretty good, I can breath pretty decently, almost feel like taking a walk this morning. I think I will, after another cup of coffee. You see, the coffee is doing it's trick. Mmm,mmm good coffee……………..
I feel like I’m still sleeping and it’s only a dream. Foggy. I guess that’s what you’d call it. Yes that’s a good term for the way I feel.
I’ve been kind of lying low this week. No place to go and no money to get there. So, I just hang around the house and goof off. I play video games on my computer, read and watch the tele….and so on …..
I ‘m not really bored yet, but soon. I hope I hear from Social Security soon, one way or the other. Hearing from Social Services would be okay as well. But I’ll just wait and wait……
Mmmm, coffee. You know, coffee is one of the true pleasures that you can have in the morning. Most people don’t take the time to savor every bit, excuse me, last drop. I don’t know, but this mug is exceptional this morning. Must be from the thorough cleaning of the pot as well as my favorite mug. Most likely the mug. It’s another nice morning out, and I feel pretty good, I can breath pretty decently, almost feel like taking a walk this morning. I think I will, after another cup of coffee. You see, the coffee is doing it's trick. Mmm,mmm good coffee……………..
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Another summer gone. But lots of nice weather still available for us before winter. I avoided my NiMo being shut off, just barely. Luckily I came in second on the Nascar pool for Sundays race. I had enough to pay it today. So now I am truly broke. Till I get the rest of the money from what’s his name for the bottle of Johnny Blue I’m selling him. Or I get my Soc.Sec. Or get some kind of public assistance.
I had a good weekend. Art and Lynn came to visit on Sunday night. I guess the ride really get to them when they drive down. Before we used to get together when he got in, but now it takes him a day to recover from the trip. I guess we are all getting a bit older. Hopefully wiser as well.
We drank a good portion of a twelve pack of Molson’s Golden. I haven’t had any of that stuff in a long time. It was pretty good. Just as good as I remember. I stopped drinking Golden because it gave me a headache in the morning. Something about it back then effected me that way. Whether I had one or twenty-one. Ah, the old days, when you could drink all night, get up in the morning and do your thing then drink all night and do all over the next, and so on, and so on… What ever happened to us? Oh well, I guess it’s for the better. Can’t do hangovers anymore………..
I had a good weekend. Art and Lynn came to visit on Sunday night. I guess the ride really get to them when they drive down. Before we used to get together when he got in, but now it takes him a day to recover from the trip. I guess we are all getting a bit older. Hopefully wiser as well.
We drank a good portion of a twelve pack of Molson’s Golden. I haven’t had any of that stuff in a long time. It was pretty good. Just as good as I remember. I stopped drinking Golden because it gave me a headache in the morning. Something about it back then effected me that way. Whether I had one or twenty-one. Ah, the old days, when you could drink all night, get up in the morning and do your thing then drink all night and do all over the next, and so on, and so on… What ever happened to us? Oh well, I guess it’s for the better. Can’t do hangovers anymore………..
Sunday, September 04, 2005
A friend of mine sent this, thought I’d put this in my post today. It was written by some senator, not sure whom, but I had to change some of the punctuation and grammar. My spell checker was sending me some nasty little suggestions. I swear, sometimes this machine has a mind of it’s own…
So here’s to your amusement.
"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help
everyone get along. Restore some semblance of justice. Avoid more riots.Keep our nation safe. Promote positive behavior. And secure the blessings of debt free liberty to ourselves and our
great-great-great-grandchildren. Hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetter’s.
We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."
ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen! TV, or any other form of wealth. More e power to you if you can legally acquire them,but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
ARTICLE II! I: You d o not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.
ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing.
Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes.
ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.
ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rapes, intentionally maims, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.
ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.
ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful.
ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to “PURSUE” happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.
ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! NOW!
(lastly....)
ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase “IN GOD WE TRUST” is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it,
TOUGH SHIT!
If you agree, share this with a friend.
No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States, speak out because if you do not, who will?
So here’s to your amusement.
"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help
everyone get along. Restore some semblance of justice. Avoid more riots.Keep our nation safe. Promote positive behavior. And secure the blessings of debt free liberty to ourselves and our
great-great-great-grandchildren. Hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetter’s.
We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."
ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen! TV, or any other form of wealth. More e power to you if you can legally acquire them,but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
ARTICLE II! I: You d o not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.
ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing.
Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes.
ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.
ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rapes, intentionally maims, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.
ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.
ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful.
ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to “PURSUE” happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.
ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! NOW!
(lastly....)
ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase “IN GOD WE TRUST” is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it,
TOUGH SHIT!
If you agree, share this with a friend.
No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States, speak out because if you do not, who will?
Friday, September 02, 2005
Beautiful Day.
Yes it’s a beautiful day in Central New York. To bad our summer is coming to an end. Yes my friends it Labor Day weekend. The so-called last hurrah for summer. If you haven’t done it by now, you had best wait till next year. I’m taking a break from my housework. I’m cleaning today. Got the living room and dinning room all straightened out. Just listening to a lot of different CD’s. Right now a little Jimmy Buffet. Thought I’d take this time to post a note. My buddy Art and his wife are coming to town for the weekend. Guess it will be Manhattans at Miller’s this weekend. Maybe just a couple of beers. But that’s most likely the extent of my weekend. No money and no place to go. Could be worse I guess, we could be down in New Orleans or Biloxi. You know, most people don’t know what it’s like to have no place to go for shelter, food or water. I had a little experience with out drinkable water for a while, but not like these people down south. I wouldn’t wish it on any body. On that note, I just want to wish everyone a Happy Labor Day and I'd like you to think about the ones who need help this weekend, while you are out having fun and enjoying this holiday.
Keep your stick on the Ice……
Keep your stick on the Ice……
Thursday, September 01, 2005
A morning walk.
Went for a walk this morning. Left around 8:35 am. Went north down Litchfield St. to the end, them turned right down to village offices. Went down Orchard St. to Frankfort St. then up to Canal St. then back down to Litchfield St. and my place. I got back around 9:05, was gone a half-hour. Had to stop a few times to rest and catch my breath. I would most likely do better if I had an oxygen tank. I waited for the mail to be delivered. Nothing good in the mail today.
Yesterday was my day for interviews at Soc. Services. What else can they want? I guess they need to know every little detail of your life. I can understand. But after being denied Medicaid so many times and all that crap with that end, they should know my finances and assets. They should share information. I guess they finally did. So I was given a food stamp card. I’ll get the one with my picture on it in the mail in a few days. I went over to Walmart to buy some groceries. Yes I went to Walmart, I should not complain any more, but…………..3@#$%$%#^$&…
It was painless, everything worked fine and I bought meats and veggies and stuff. I had to get T.P. and dish soap. So I had to pay for that. No Problemo.
I went early enough, where I didn’t have to fight with a crowd of people. But I still had to stop and wait for people to get out of my way and let me pass. Still had people get in my way and make me slam on the breaks and generally make me glad to get out of there before I beat the Fuck out of some idiot…..(Just kidding.)…… #^*^%$^&^#^^^%%@&)*& holes….
I left at the right time there was a bunch of lollygagging slowpoke assholes coming in when was leaving, stopping and taking up all the room at the entranceway, not giving a damn or realizing they were blocking a hand full of people who already had gotten there stuff and wanted to get the fuck out…!!!!!!
Wheew!! I got out of there as fast as I could. Stopped at Curly’s to get some tomatoes. They had fresh picked broccoli as well so I spent my last three bucks on tomatoes and broccoli. Guess what I’m having for supper tonight??? Chicken and broccoli and a fresh garden salad !!!! Yum, Yum…
I called the Legal Aid Society, they are not accepting any Bankruptcy cases at this time In November they will start accepting them again. I just can’t come up with the money to file. Oh well guess I’m fucked…….
So, keep your stick on the ice………
Yesterday was my day for interviews at Soc. Services. What else can they want? I guess they need to know every little detail of your life. I can understand. But after being denied Medicaid so many times and all that crap with that end, they should know my finances and assets. They should share information. I guess they finally did. So I was given a food stamp card. I’ll get the one with my picture on it in the mail in a few days. I went over to Walmart to buy some groceries. Yes I went to Walmart, I should not complain any more, but…………..3@#$%$%#^$&…
It was painless, everything worked fine and I bought meats and veggies and stuff. I had to get T.P. and dish soap. So I had to pay for that. No Problemo.
I went early enough, where I didn’t have to fight with a crowd of people. But I still had to stop and wait for people to get out of my way and let me pass. Still had people get in my way and make me slam on the breaks and generally make me glad to get out of there before I beat the Fuck out of some idiot…..(Just kidding.)…… #^*^%$^&^#^^^%%@&)*& holes….
I left at the right time there was a bunch of lollygagging slowpoke assholes coming in when was leaving, stopping and taking up all the room at the entranceway, not giving a damn or realizing they were blocking a hand full of people who already had gotten there stuff and wanted to get the fuck out…!!!!!!
Wheew!! I got out of there as fast as I could. Stopped at Curly’s to get some tomatoes. They had fresh picked broccoli as well so I spent my last three bucks on tomatoes and broccoli. Guess what I’m having for supper tonight??? Chicken and broccoli and a fresh garden salad !!!! Yum, Yum…
I called the Legal Aid Society, they are not accepting any Bankruptcy cases at this time In November they will start accepting them again. I just can’t come up with the money to file. Oh well guess I’m fucked…….
So, keep your stick on the ice………
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