The pain is real here.

Johnny Cash flipping the bird was taken in 1969 at San Quentin State Prison
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The pain is real here.
Johnny Cash flipping the bird was taken in 1969 at San Quentin State Prison
So we learned today that my Father lived a super blessed life growing up where no curse words were heard or beers were drunk in public.
Here’s cut ‘n paste:
My Father took me to this movie at 15/16 years of age. Nothing was spoken of the language in this feature. However, it almost came blasting from my mind and through my mouth (over the tongue), “Welcome to the 21st century buddy.”
Jenny, Steve, Billy, Mickey and W. Steve our prayers go out to you for comfort with the passing of Aunt Sandra (at this time alive).
Sivaady
Coastal Carolina University Men’s Baseball team begins the final leg to the World Series Championship today. Here is a great article:
Coastal Carolina cruises into CWS final on historic win streak
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Congrats LSU Game 1.
While I didn’t see this live. I’ve loved it on tape, video and the ‘net.
A few months earlier . . .
A few years earlier . . .
It’s day 227, not that anyone is counting.
In a recent work event I stood to gain a nice little attaboy. Then steps beyond my control were taken to change that outcome if not addressed. Upon addressing the items, the original outcome was returned to it’s correct and rightful state.
I live alone in the world right now taking care of my elderly parents, who for the most part are low maintenance the majority of the time. *grin* My soulmate is across county living alone with her very high maintenance elderly parent.
Einstein is my tiny buddy, tea cup Yorkie (< 2#) – we thought we were getting a regular Yorkie, but life has her twist four shore. His butt needed some serious attention with cleaning and trimming. Therefore upon returning home this evening, I took care of matters. He’s much happier now. We have pending thunderstorms, North American South East in the Summer go figure, for the evening; hence, I let Maggie, Einstein, and Luci come in early. Since I gave my little buddy a major traumatic life happening, I wanted to treat him with some canned food instead of the regular dry. I had to stay alert the whole time he was eating to make sure the bitches (Maggie and Luci) would not steal from him. Maggie thanked me with a huge turd in the laundry room. As Aimee and I say, “No good deed goes unpunished.”
The Colonel came out as I was sitting down to the computer desk, so I shared my life event of the early morning. No “attaboy” from him only the “how dare you speak that way to your higher ups you’ll be fired!” *rolls eyes* People say I’m a pessimist but I get it honestly, my blood type is B-Negative. Man, let’s change subject moving to Aimee’s day’s events which got the reply that sideswiped the fuck out of me and no I’ma not share. I got up from my seat saying, “I can’t listen to this right now, sorry I bothered you,” and headed outside to my shed.
Mother and I are watching TCM together right now with it muted to not bother the Colonel’s rest time. Hell, I can’t hear at my age and he’s bitch’n about the sound two rooms and one wall away being too loud at 10 out of 100 I could only wish my ears worked without aides half that good. And, that is why we watch streaming with it muted 90% of the time in the living room before 22:00. It must be between 19:00 to 20:00 and then quite time is enforced.
God bless. Remember always, “Do the next nice thing.”
“Space Oddity” is a song written and performed by David Bowie and released as a music single in 1969. It is about the launch of Major Tom, a fictional astronaut; its title alludes to the film 2001: A Space Odyssey, released the previous year. The lyrics have also been seen to lampoon the failed British space programme. The song appears on the album David Bowie (also known as Space Oddity). The BBC featured the song in its television coverage of the Apollo 11 launch and lunar landing, which took place in the days following the release of the song.
What a nice find on the Utubs. I was a whole 5 years old when this was performed so it’s quite the pleasant experience some almost 60 years later. Speaking to that fact, it’s funny for me to blurt out lyrics to a song I’ve heard umpteengazzion times and find out the person I’m working with has either never heard it and for the most part wasn’t alive when it was first given to public consumption. It’s funny getting older. Getting older was something I never expected to be since our motto years ago is/was “die young and look good at your funeral.” Abet, you attend enough funerals and you realize the real goal is to be so old the dust is already forming around your ancient corpse. π
OhMyGoodness it rained as bad as a double cunted cow pissing on a flat rock once I got home. Actually right before pulling into the carpad. Maggie was hiding under the chair in the shed not wanting to come out. Who could blame her as @ 2 inches of water covering the whole backyard when I dashed out to the shed to enjoy the nature. The nature won, I retreated with a terrorized dog back into our home.
Dinner was Tyson (Family Sized) Hot Wings for two.
Ain’t No Sunshine
Bill Withers
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she’s goes away
Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Hey, I ought to leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, whoa, whoa
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Written by: Bill Withers
Album: The Ultimate Collection
Released: 2017
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch
I’m tired of living with my wife across town being abused by the person that made her early years in Raleigh a nightmare at times. Those nightmares are there more than not at this point in Viva’s life. Aimee is doing her best with the 70×70 that Christ told us as an example of long suffering.
God bless
P.S. We miss you Timothy!
P.S.S A Female in the house had an accident which required the Horry Paramedics to assist. What wonderful fellows. God bless.
Happy Hallmark Holiday aka “Mother’s Day.”
It’s actually Anthony Fauci’s 90th day not in jail or hanging from a tree for murdering my brother, Timothy Cochran.
Viva is a raving lunatic stealing my wife from me so she can have a human to torture until they die like she has done to four other humans in her life. She’s basically demon possessed.
Aimee is miserable having to deal with it 24/7/365. Because every time she tries to call me or visit, the beast attacks and presses every raw/worn-out button on Aimee and sets her off with more of life’s pain and misery. It’s sad to be trapped here looking after my two mentally failing parents. Mother laid in the bed all day and still hasn’t gotten up because Father waits on her feeding her, bringing her drink and ignoring the festering cesspool the mattress has become since Christmas when they arrived unplanned for forever. The dogs require as much attention as the parents less the floor is swamped with Maggie’s crap and piss. Which in turn causes the other two to piss on her messes to prove they are the male of the bitch creating the pile/puddle.
And through it all, stfc wants me to grind that “game” out for 15 fucking hours straight.
Here is the latest from poor Tracy and the girls. I miss him too greatly. I so want to call and have someone to talk to about this current scene, but I have to let Christ know and ask him to let Timothy know. But thank goodness there are no tears in Heaven so they say.
God bless