Monday, October 31, 2005

Happy Halloween (Root Canal)

Impatiently waiting for the pain killers to kick in again, looking forward to tomorrow. I can’t wait to get it done, and heal up so the pain will go away! Had a crappy weekend, but at least the weather was real nice. I love this time of year! I wonder if any kids around here go trick or treating still? We did not buy any candy, so I guess it really doesn’t matter if they do or not. I haven’t watched any of my Halloween type movies I like to watch every year, so that sucks. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH……..the pills are kicking in! YESSSSSSSSSS!!
SWEET! That is totally awesome! I have been trying to be careful with them, you know with that whole “addiction” thingy……… But I must say, the feeling is rather pleasant at the moment. What else to say, nothing worth typing, except this one thing……..

This one time, in band camp………….uuummm…… nevermind.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

My Dad Drives Me NUTS!!!!

Another day
Another night
Another 2 mega-ton
Nuclear bomb
Just went off
Inside my mind.

And I wish
To be a fish
So I could swim away
But instead I regret
That you can’t escape
Your mind, and pain
That will alwaaaaays Be heeeeere to stay.

Thursday, October 27, 2005


We are BROKE. With a capital B (and I guess also a capital ROKE). It turns out that missing 4 days of work is not good for the paycheck. Whodathunk????? Sure, when it comes down to it, I have baseball shit I can sell, (I have done it before), but I would rather not think about that. I mean I have so many POSITIVE things going on in my life. Let me think……

Yesterday I went to the dentist’s office, and told them about my CONSTANT effing tooth pain I have been having the past 2 weeks. They check it out, and it turns out I have an abscessed tooth, that is infected. The only way to fix this, without getting the tooth pulled, is to have this excitingly fun thing called a ROOT CANAL. WWWWHHHHOOOO HHHHOOOOO! So now I have to take some antibiotics, and the evil communist (I mean nice dentist) gave me some “good” pain med. But it is not working as good as I would like. Also, AFTER they root canal this tooth, I have 4 crowns to put it, and 4 wisdom teeth to get out, and I don’t even remember what else. Did I mention that for some reason, GOD must very unhappy with me?? (anyways) So I leave the commies (dentist) office, and drop off the prescriptions at Kroger, run to the doctor’s office to have my blood drawn again (see post before last). I must say, that I was embarrassed when the vampire (nurselady) went to draw it, my arm now has tracks. (Again, see post before last) So, I felt a need to explain that, but instead I sat silently, letting her think I am a heroine/crackhead. So I got that done, ran back to Kroger’s, picked up my new meds. I got home hopped on the puter, spent time with the kids when they got up, and went back to the puter, and talked (typed) to mom for a little bit. Then I hit the sack.

(day in review)
infected tooth + root canal= bad time and lots of pain
blood draw + recent hospital experience= arm has tracks
missed 4 days of work + recent hospital experience= broke ass motherfucker

On the bright side, Halloween is coming up, giving us some cute pictures of the kids. OH WAIT A MINUTE. The camera is broken. SHIT! We took it to Best Buy (where we got it) on Sunday evening, and the warranty had 1 month left, so it is “getting fixed”. No camera equals no kiddo pics. Just in time for Halloween. The first time they have dressed up in a costume. So that is pretty sweet.

The tooth pain is to the point where I want to take the car for a little trip, and as I am going 105 on the highway, steer right into a effing bridge embankment. All taken care of right? WRONG. Our car insurance just lapsed and we do not have the money to pay it. So I can’t do that, because my wife and kids need a car to drive around in, and we have NO insurance. So that is pretty sweet.

I get to have a root canal done, 4 crowns put in, 4 wisdom teeth pulled, and other shit I can’t even remember, and I can’t afford to miss ONE MINUTE of work. Kind of feels like someone took a hammer, and bashed in my jaw, on each side. So, I am at work regardless of what happens. Seriously, dead ass freaking broke. I never thought I would ever say this, but I am actually looking FORWARD to getting the root canal. Make the pain stop lord. But once it stops, I get new, fresh, pain in other teeth. So that is pretty sweet.

The kiddos are going apeshit. My wife is loosing her mind. They will be 2 years old on Jan. 2, and they seem to have hit the “terrible 2’s” REALLY REALLY early. Moody is not the word. Possessed by satan is the best way to put it. So that is pretty sweet.


Or maybe even a WOOT.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

If your name rhymes with "LAWN" and starts with a D.....

Okay, here's the thing. I don't "know" you personally. I just read your blog, and your mom's, and your sister's. My wife calls me a “blogwhore”. Whatever. With that being said, before I start here, I am thinking of a good quote in a movie called "Can't Hardly Wait" (1998) that says: "A true friend will stab you in the front." What I take from that is this…..

In life you are going to gat stabbed more times than you can count. The most lethal ones are those that come in the back. Like if you get robbed. Or you get ACTUALLY stabbed. Or if your “significant other” cheats on you. You get the idea. (hopefully) Basically a painful thing that you don’t see coming, and the person that committed the said vile act had no intentions or regards to your feelings in any way, shape, or form.

AND THEN…… there are the ones that stab you in the front. They are the ones that have regard for your feelings, your heart, your WELL BEING. They will say something that, even though it may hurt really badly, they are well intentioned, because they give a shit about you. Like in my instance, everyone I know in my family, and my wife, have told me “you need too loose weight”. Like that didn’t piss me the fuck off?! Hell yeah! I still get pissed. Deep down, I know they say it because they give a shit about me, and don’t want me to die at age 35 because of eating junk food. (mmmmm……..junk food) If they did not care, they wouldn’t say anything at all, just, “whatever, it’s his life, not mine”. Well, that last comment is just BULLSHIT. I don’t want to here about how fat I am. But not hearing it does not help me, either. Maybe if I hear it enough, I will get off my fat fucking piece of worthless shit ass and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Maybe. I am working on that. MY LIFE is a constant work in progress. It is up to me REGARDLESS of what ANYONE says. Even though I know this, NOBODY likes to hear someone else tell them something they DO NOT want to hear.

Maybe someone that drinks every single night they get a chance too. Maybe someone that buys beer instead of paying off past debts. Maybe someone who lives with their parents at the age of 20+, who still parties every weekend. Maybe someone VERY hot looking, an awesome personality, who has a lot to offer the opposite sex. Maybe someone who has a hard time saving money ( and who doesn’t???), so they spend extra time hanging out in a bar or whatever, instead of the piece and quiet and FREEDOM of their OWN place (apartment, house, whatever)

PLEASE do not get me wrong here. I am 27 years old, and have made so many fuckups in my life. I used to drink, do drugs, and even after I chose to clean up my act, I still make stupid fuckups. Like, screw girls other than the girlfriend I had at the time. Like, write an ex-love a letter, and say all these things about love, and feelings, EVEN THOUGH I was married (November 2003 incident). Like, I would buy a baseball thing (card for example) KNOWING that I could not afford it. I have bought shit on eBay, and would skip out on bills. MY LIFE IS A CONSTANT WORK IN PROGRESS.

My point is, I have/had a shit load of problems in my life. To stop drinking and doing drugs, I came to a point in my life where I had to make some decisions. The “status quo” was NOT going to cut it. I eventually had to disassociate myself with some of my best friends, because they were choosing to live a lifestyle that I did not want to anymore. I did not want to be “fucked the fuck up” all the time. They did. Even though I still wanted to still hang out and have a good time with them, I had to grow up. I had my fun. They never stopped. So, I had to choose what was important to me, which was being sober, earning a living, having my own place. Before you know it, I am here. I have been married since 3-25-2000, have two kids, been with GM since 1997, a job that even though I don’t like it too much, the benefits where too much too pass up. I don’t get “fucked the fuck up” and I am happier now than I have ever been in my life.

My point is (redundant, I know), if you don’t straighten your shit out, I am going to send your older sister a check. She will then beat your ass. I know, you are thinking “she would never do that, she is my sister”. Well, as ACDC once said:


Saturday, October 22, 2005

Then again....

Well this week has been… ummmmm.. interesting….. It started off “normal”, if there is such a thing, and then there was Tuesday. Right before our lunch time at work, at around 9:30 p.m. (check local time zones), I was at my work station working, (us union members actually DO work, as much as some people would like to think otherwise), anyways……. back to Tuesday night….. I was working, and I suddenly felt real dizzy and light-headed. The next thing I know, my co-worker at the station next to me, was in my face waking me up. I was on the floor. I am thinking “what the hell?!”……and so I woke up and was really dizzy, and it felt like someone was sitting on my chest. So the co-worker guy yelled for the T.C. (team coordinator, or job setter), and he gets on the radio, yells to the foreman. He comes over, calls security for the in-plant ambulance, They come in like a few minutes (they were there like NOW), and they give me some oxygen, and then lift me up and get me loaded into the ambulance. I get rushed into the medical dept. (the in-plant ambulance actually has sirens and lights, which in hindsight, can be embarrassing), and the Med. Dept. takes over. They give me an IV, 2 aspirins, and oxygen. They are asking me a hundred and fifty questions, and there are a lot of people around. I saw the union committeeman in the back ground somewhere, and then they let me know an (actual) ambulance is on it’s way from the hospital. Well, before long they show up, and they throw me on the stretcher and hook me up to their shit, and take me off of the Med. Dept’s shit. In the ambulance I go, they make sure I’m ready to go, and the driver takes off, and the guy in back hooks me up (literally). He gives me a nitro pill, (all I can say is,, it is “unique”), and the oxygen of course, and everything is stable. My chest still is hurting, so a few minutes, (or is it hours), so he gives me another nitro pill, (again.. interesting to say the least), and I start feeling back together again, just dizzy as hell. I get at the hospital and they put me in their room. The nurses take over, and hook me up to all kinds of shit, and I get another I.V. into my other arm.

So, just to keep up here, I have an I.V. in one arm, an I.V. in another arm, where they are taking blood out, and doing blood pressure, and pulse, and etc. etc…… and I got a EKG on my chest, and oxygen on my face. They see I am not having a heart attack, and they remove the oxygen, and let me hang out for a while, while they are checking my blood for stuff, (for what, is beyond me), and the doc. tells me the nurses will take me for a CT scan on my chest. By the way……. that stuff they put in your I.V. right before they do the CT scan makes you feel really, really, hot, and like your about to piss yourself. So they do that, and take me back to my “room”, I think it said it was trauma room 5, when they were rolling me back in it. I hang out, the nice nurse lady’s do their thing, and I just hang out. The doctor comes back after a while, and I luckily show no signs of a blood clot or a heart attack. So that has me pretty syked. (or is it psyched….whatever), and they are sending me home to see my doctor tomorrow. So I get home at about 1 a.m..

Okay, next day. (Wednesday) I call the doctors office, and after a few calls, I finally get it at about noon. They do a EKG treadmill test, which I passed with flying colors. Long story short, he puts me off of work until Monday, was nice enough to update my medicine prescriptions, (prozac, prevacid), and ship me on out. I am supposed to get a another blood test, but I forgot to go in. I will see if they are open today, and if not, I will go in Monday morning.

So, in despite of what my wife thinks, (as usual, I am full of shit, just ask her) this experience kind of scared me. The doctor said I was out of shape, which I already knew, and I am overweight, which I already knew. So, maybe I should go on a diet, fix my bicycle, exercise, and get back into shape. But to quote my favorite author when I was a kid, (around 10),
Judy Blume, :

“Then Again, Maybe I Won’t”.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

There Is Nothing To See Here, Folks!

Step back! Nothin’ to see here folks! I got nothing much going on at the moment. Don’t believe me? WELL, let’s see……….

Monday was 11.whatever hours of work, and then after the shift I had to attend the weekly vacation meeting. I am the vacation representative in our team, and all of the reps. from the teams of Final area of the General Assembly portion of the plant have a weekly meeting so we can submit all the forms and see who gets what day off. It is done this way because we have about 2 or 3 thousand people PER shift that work at our plant, and that’s a lot of damn people to figure out who gets which day off that they submit for! ANYWAY…. That was really really really fun! Just chuckles and yuks for the whole hour! HA HA HA HA…… (whatever…) zz……..zzzzzz…….zzzzzzzzzzz………zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……..

If you want something interesting, check these people out:

KIKI: she is going through a serious relationship break-up….
(those are always a bunch of laughs and fun!)

JUST A MOM: mom is awesome! She is so nice, but has one hectic life!
(5, I said 5 daughters will do that!!!!!)

vicissitudinary: she is trying to figure out the meaning of life…
(Yeah, I never heard of that word either!)

FLOATING THROUGH THE DRAMA: is at a crossroads in her life.
(Great stories to read!!)

DOOCE: you might spend a while here…..
(GREAT posts, and GREAT daily pictures!)

Spexial Edukashun: a girl going through a lot at the moment….
(She has Middle Finger Monday’s!!!!!!!!!!!!)

There are a whole lot more of course, but if these don’t peak your interests, NOTHING will!!!!


The weekend was good, me and Ang fought a LOT, but it was still a good weekend for the most part. I mowed the damn yard, cleaned up the house a bit, helped out with the kiddos some, and some other stuff, and then on Sunday, I was hungry so I tossed the salad, and she just laid back and took it easy. My evil plan worked!! Heh heh heh… Just insert a (the Simpson’s) Mr. Burns voice here, with his evil face, and his evil mannerisms saying “Eeeeeexxxcellent……”

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Hit The Pub, It's Happy Hour!!!

WOOHOO!!!! Got a free weekend ahead of me for a change of pace. I got some plans for my wife. SHHH!!! Keep it a secret, okay? At the end of every work week, whether it is on a Friday, or a Saturday, I get all excited with myself (as the majority of Americans do, I believe), and I sing a little diddy (thanks for the word, Dawn!) on the way home. I am by myself of course, so I don’t have to feel so self-conscious about anything, and I just belt it out. I mean sing (YELL) as loud and obnoxious as I can, enough to hurt my own ears, and come close to cracking my Yukon’s windows. It’s a Bob & Tom ( my FAVORITE radio morning show!), song, and here we go………………..


My work day’s done
Go grab a shower
Let’s hit the pub
It’s happy hour
If we get bombed
Who gives a damn
I’m not as drunk
As you think I am!

Those chicks right there
Don’t look to good
But three more beers
I guess I would
It’s either them
Or my right hand
I’m not as think
As you drunk I am

So buy another round
We’ll sit right here and drink ‘em down
Get everyone another beer
You’ll have to kick us outa here

Say are you girls
Waitin’ on your friends
What did you say
Your lesbians
Bartender cancel those two drinks
I’m not as am
As you drunk I think

This beer is movin’ like a train
I think my lizard needs a drain
But first I’ll have a double shot
I’m drunk you think
As you am is not

So buy another round
We’ll sit right here and drink ‘em down
Get everyone another beer
You’ll have to kick us outa here

This bathroom’s nice
As it can be
It’s got four walls
I’ve puked on three
Oops here comes more
I’ll use the sink
I’m not as thrunk
As you am I dink

I put that bouncer
Right in his place
I smacked his elbow
With my face
He’s lucky that
It’s closing time
Drunk am is not
As you think you I’m

So buy another round
We’ll sit right here and drink ‘em down
Get everyone another beer
You’ll have to kick us outa here!

And there you have it! I am such a dork!! And believe you me, I can sing and dance just like a white boy! NO rhythm, NO talent, NO anything whatsoever!!!! I don’t drink or anything anymore, I just really like the song, as stupid as it is, and it makes me laugh. My work buddies sometimes go bar-hopping after work, if we get out early enough (before 3 a.m.), and they invite me, but I don’t do that anymore. So it reminds me of them and their stories.

Well, enough of that. On to other things. I am planning on helping my wife (Angi) on some things around the house- sweep, pick up stuff, clean up the computer area, mow the yard, and other stuff. Tommorrow, I plan on suprising her with some candles, have a love music cd I made for her playing on the stereo, and not forgeting to put on some of her favorite type of cologne, and THEN seducing the crapola out of her. I have done NOTHING even remotley romantic in a LONG time, so I plan on romancing her, and hopefully, if I am lucky, I will get lucky! LORD I hope so! If not, well I tried at least, and that counts for something, right?

I am flying high right now! (not THAT kind of high!) EVERYTHING is going great! Well, not everything, I mean, as a professional pessimist, I can find bad things, or not so great things in everything also. I can see the glass as half empty, or half full, but does it even matter when the glass happens to be full of PISS?! (anyway, back to flying)… Work has been going good, same long hours, dark clouds from the Delphi bankruptcy clusterfuck, but besides that, it has been a GOOD week! My daughter and son love me, me and Angi have been doing wwwwwwwwaaaaaayyyyyy better than usual, (no fighting, just happy times!), and everything is just hokey-pokey!!! My dad was nice enough to send me a trigger lock for our home protection (20 gauge shotgun), so that was VERY nice of him! That way, the kiddos are safe from doing anything stupid, although, we don’t have to worry about that anyway for MANY MANY years!!! My mom who still works at Delphi (I got her hired on there in 1999), is trying to get the EEEFFFF outta there!! When Delphi was spun off from GM in 1999, they had a separation agreement, so Delphi workers can still transfer to GM, and vice versa.

On a separate note, THANK YOU to mom (JUST A MOM) for being there and lifting my spirits up! Love ya mom!

On a secondary separate note, I am just letting everyone know for the hell of it, that I spell like SHIT. I mean, freakin’ awful. Let’s just say that Microsoft’s Word program (with the lovely spellchecker), has me spoiled! Blogger has a
Add-in for the word program where you can save a draft on word, and it will transfer it to your blog for you. So I just type my post or whatever onto word, spellcheck the shit out of it, and hit the save as draft icon, and it saves it onto blogger. I then open up blogger and edit the draft from there, and then (wallaaa) post it! Piece of cake! It works for me, so ppppppppphhhhhhhhttttttttttttt to you!!

(you meaning whoever is reading this post of course!!)

THAT MINE IS LUCKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Unlimited 1-ups

I have a problem. (check that) I have a million problems. For one thing, I am a constant worrywart. I am always worrying about what people think of me. (obsessive) I worry about if someone is pissed at me, or thinks badly of me, for things I have done, haven’t done, or am thinking of doing. Like this for instance. And by this, I mean what you are currently reading. I also WANT to know the etiquette of blog comments. When someone writes a comment on your blog, and yes I mean you, are you supposed to reply back? Is it rude if you don’t reply? Or is it implied that you don’t have to reply? PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHOEVER IS READING THIS NOW. Please. It is bugging me because even though I try as hard as I can to outwardly display a WHO GIVES A FUCK attitude, the TRUTH is, I GIVE A FUCK. I care what others think of me, deep inside. I like to be liked. I will not, however, put up a front, or try to impress. If I don't like you, I will ignore you. If you don't like me, I think, "what's wrong with me, what did I do?". Man, I am fucked up. I like it when people think I am a good person, and not a bastard. I do not want to show it though. I don’t want to be rude, even though my actions say otherwise. I want to be nice to people that are nice to me. Especially when I am such a piece of shit as a person sometimes. In other words, tell me what YOU, I mean you damn it, do with your blog comments, and replies. Here is another thing. I have problems with things. Everything has to be a certain way. (compulsive) I am not as bad as some people, I mean, there is ALWAYS somebody worse or better than you, and by you I mean me, in everything. Take light switches. Light switches have to be in a certain position. Like if 2 switches control one light, one must be in one position, and the other one opposite. If they are in the wrong position, it will bug the shit out of me, and I will go out of my way to fix every switch in the house to the way I think it should be. At work, everything in my station goes in a certain spot. If someone moves it, I will put it back, making sure they notice that I am annoyed that they put it in a place that I did not like. My baseball cards and stuff must be in a certain order, whether it is by name, by year, by brand, or by the label I have assigned to that particular box. Everything goes in its place. (disorder) Certain pens and markers go in different spots on my computer desk. Certain socks go in this dresser drawer, while other types go in that drawer. I have work socks, work shoes, and work clothes. I have home socks, home shoes, and home clothes. The two shall NOT be mingled! I have different rows of things in the fridge. Diet Mt. Dew goes in this row. Diet this thing goes in this row, Diet that thing goes in that row. Pretty much with everything in my life, well most anyway, well a lot I think, is like that. And by the way, while I was typing this paragraph, I spelled checked it no less than 5 times.

(check that)

I also am wandering what you, the reader do as a writer of blogs. I mean do you think of something to write about, write it all down, and then work on it for a while and then post it? Or do you just sit at the keyboard like I do, just trying to think of something to say. My mind is a rolling and thundering tornado of thoughts of this and that and the other. THE PROBLEM HERE is that I do not know how to put things into words. I can go on and on and on in my mind about everything, but putting it down as a written line of words is something else entirely. Is that common, or am I just a pathetic moron dumbass in this world of blogs?

Well, enough of me. Okay I just lied by saying that. This past few weeks have been crazy! I went to the dentist AGAIN Tuesday the 11th, and that was just a big ball of fun. I went to Taco Bell about 3 a.m. last Saturday, and lets just say, the food I had has been “running for the border” ever since then. I will however, say that Pepto Bismal makes a VERY fine product, especially the pill form! The kids got some shots yesterday, (my dentist fun day), and they took it real well, considering. They whimpered some, but the sticker from the nurse lady made it all better. Work has been a MOTHERFUCKER because of the afore mentioned Taco Bell experience. The dentist fun certainly DID NOT improve anything! I was thisclose to not coming in to work today, but I dragged myself in, thank GOD. They were short of people today, and my ASS would have been GRASS, doctor’s note or not. PLUS, it is good money, and my kiddos are EXPENSIVE. But then again, so is me and my wife. OH YEAH, did I mention that my beloved Yankees season is over, they lost to the Angels Monday night, and the Angels play the White Sox to see who goes to the WORLD SERIES, for the American League, while the Yankees pretty much wait until next year. My fucking teeth fucking hurt. My lower portion of my torso (did not want to gross you out) fucking hurts. My Yankees fucking stink up the fucking place. I am hurting, but yet, I am still horny. Go figure.

P.S. Here is what the past few days have been like, and NEEDLESS TO SAY (but said anyway), I HAVE NOT BEEN MARIO LATELY BY ANY MEANS! Pink is sooooooooooo NOT my
color. Did I just say that?????

Sunday, October 09, 2005

My Work Day's Done!

FREEDOM! FREEDOM AT LAST! WHOOHOOO! 6 days, 60 odd hours, and I can finally relax. I could have worked 4 hours on Sunday (double time!) cleaning bathrooms, but I said HELL NO. Angi didn’t like it (it IS double time), but I MISS MY BABIES (beedees)!!!!

Work has been going crazy, and according to Angi, the kids are worse! Angelina (daughter, sissy, sissy pissy, sissy lou who-who is no more than 2) is breaking in some molars, and apparently molars are BAD business! Lets just say she has been a little “moody”. The kind of moody where she takes a plastic toy hammer, and wallops her brother on the head with it. The kind of moody where, when her brother has a hat on, she takes it, if he has a toy, she takes it. The kind of moody where she comes up to mommy dearest, and smacks mommy on the leg while giving her a “eat shit and DIE” kind of stare. The kind of moody where…….you get the idea.

There is William (son, bubby, bubbaroo, bubbarooney, rooney) who is a “bit” of a knucklehead. The kind of knucklehead where you tell him no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no no, no, no, no AND SO ON, and he goes RIGHT back into whatever he seems intent on getting into. The kind of knucklehead where spankings do practically nothing, timeouts do practically nothing, a smack on the hand does practically nothing.
The kind of knucklehead where, he looks at your “NO” with a bit of “annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddd….. what about it?”,
and as SOON as you turn your back, he heads RIGHT towards that EEEFFFFFING register vent, takes the vent out, walks it over to the fireplace,
and smacks the bricks with it repeatedly.
The kind of knucklehead where………………you get the idea.

LUCKILY however, I am at work earning some moneys, and it makes me think, that work isn’t THAT BAD….


Saturday, October 08, 2005


zzzzzzzz(re-salivate tongue)zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzz(snort snort)zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz(jiggle leg)zzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzz(flip pillow over)zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

I Need a Smoke.(Ciggy)

Number of hours worked today: 11.7

Date the New York Yankees clinched the 2005 A.L. East Division: 10.2.2005

Last time I had sex: 3 months

Chance of me getting some ever again after my wife reads this: 0.000000001%

Longest me and my wife went without doing the hibbidy dibbidy: over 1 year (thanks, kids)

Chance of my wife calling me a fucker after reading this: 100%

Flipping off my General Foreman (the boss of my boss),
getting “the snub” for two weeks,
and having a nice little “chat” with my union committeeman:

Monday, October 03, 2005

Hurry Hurry Hurry Before I Go Insane

I can’t stand them. I HATE THEM! MONDAY. There is NOTHING like thinking about the rest of the work week to get through before a nice break and some time with the kiddos. We have to work this Saturday, (insert grunt,growl here…) BUUUUUUUUUT… I did have last Sat. (10.1.2005) off, so that was really nice. The past few days have been rather uneventful, but on Thursday, I was lucky enough to have a fun and ever exciting experience of visiting the dentist (AKA TORTURE CHAMBER).

There is nothing quite like the anxiety attack one receives before we “begin”. Sitting in the “chair”, awaiting execution, but fortunately for me, instead of the elevator music (AKA Kenny G) playing, they had a radio station of some sort that played 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s rock. Okay, I was kind of surprised, but I was GLAD AS HELL, to have something keeping my mind talking my body into running for safety (getting the hell out of there). As we began, and he was putting the needle in my gum (ouchie!), and I was sitting there waiting for the numbness to ensue, the dentist and nurse lady left, so I just sat there thinking (get it over with, get it over with)…. WELL anyway, all of this GREAT music was playing, some I have not heard in a few years, and all of a sudden they came back in, and “started in”. He made sure it was numb by putting some type of 10th century torture device in my mouth and poking the “affected area”. Nice and numb now, if only they could knock me out, would I be especially pleased. WELL anyway….. the poking and scraping begins, and then the REALLY FUN PART………. The DRILLING!!! OH JOY! The noise is worse than the act, unless the numbness is not quite the level it should be. Even when you get some numbness, and feel just a teeny weenie bit of the drill, all I can say is:


So as per instructions given to me, I raised my hand and tapped the nurse lady so the interrogator, (OOPS, I mean the dentist), would stop, they ask if I can feel it, I nodded and mumbled something uncomprehend-able, and they stopped, took everything out, cleaned up some spittle and blood and whatever, and gave me another shot, lucky for me, I was numb enough to not feel that needle. We waited a few more minutes and the oddest thing happened. THIS IS UNREAL. It blew my mind. I laughed when I first heard it, and the numbness pretty much over took the bottom of my face. This is what I heard from the WONDERFUL! ceiling:

Twenty - twenty - twenty four hours to go

I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
Oh I wanna be sedated

Just get me to the airport

And put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no

(or something like that)…. I was floored! How could the timing be more perfect?! I felt way better, with some great music playing, it did not seem so bad, (well, it still sucked BIG time!). But I CAN SAY, it is hard NOT to be in a good mood when your ears are filled with:

Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated

Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated

So even though I still have a blister on my mouth from all the “fun”, and my gum is still sore from the nice Mr. Needle(s), (I’ll take one in my arm instead ANY DAY!), it went not too bad at all. I get to back 4 times in the next few weeks (OH JOY!), but I know what song will be in my head then. By the way, TAKE CARE OF YOUR TEETH! (For the love of all things holy, brush, brush, floss......)