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.”
Getting dinner for Mother.
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).
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.
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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.
Muted Streaming
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. 😉
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.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
It’s been 110 days since my dear brother got to Heaven before me. I always thought we would go together at the calling. (This is an enlargement of a phone picture of the workstation’s screen image of the ECU v Oklahoma 14 to 5; ECU Victory). This is why the victory of my college was less’ned on my psyche (aka soul). I kept thinking that Timothy would have really enjoyed the games with his older brother, but we had to share in spirit-only.
I got out of my shell a bit this weekend with talking to folks in purple. Since they have been my “pull-for” team since early childhood. Dad was Buccaneer 1962 and my youngest brother that has disowned me and my family got his Master of English at East Carolina University.
It’s a shame I cannot mention or say anything about my work place, but I’ve been called into HR before; and, don’t care to give them any reason to “release me of my duties” prior to retirement like Wells Fargo did to my wife with only two months left for twenty years. Q-( Mentioning that I never heard from “120” about the upcoming “games” didn’t surprise me at all. Our outstanding Associate Director, Network & Telecommunication Services Information Technology Services was organizing coverage for the games prior to “gameday.” It is on assumption that I’ll cover any Athletics, National Events, and all Major Media Events if needed by our I********* T******* D******* for a local University.
It is on to Omaha, Nebraska after a little trip to Auburn University this coming weekend.
It has been a lazy day Sunday resting in the backyard.
Mom isn’t getting up and the bed is in need of drying out. Dad caiters to her with food and more water while ignoring the mess. I try and fix it to only be met with grief from mom and resistance from dad in “hurting her feelings. “
So me and the dogs sit outside enjoying the fresh air and steady breeze.
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
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.
