Alright! Spy Journal was on a roll today! I had to steal this picture from him.
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A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Alright! Spy Journal was on a roll today! I had to steal this picture from him.
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Spy Journal also found this article explaining why when you type Miserable Failure into Google that George Bush’s profile comes up.
And of course don’t miss Plug N Pray
Wife insists that my spealing is horrid. Please help me find mistakes befour she does.
* Chopped some more wood, did a little laundry, hauled some garbage to the street. Now its time to try to make a small dent in the garage problem.
So, I don’t live as I was raised. And my Irish temper shows through too much and perhaps my Southern upbringing allows a little too much redneck to rear its head. The debts I created for myself in college and in my attempt at running my first business keep me trapped in a lower middle class state. My driveway looks like a scene from “Sanford and Son” and I live on unkempt parcel of land that is nearly an acre. The house is being remodelled as quickly as my income and time will allow (which isn’t that fast–ain’t I should say). The gutters have been removed on the back, one downspout just barely hangs on the side of the house, a hole is covered with torn plastic where an airconditioner unit used to be. The siding is faded and the shutters are painted green clashing with the grayish color of the vinyl siding.
So, I have renters next door. All the neighbors would like to see that house sold to a family and renters be gone. When they moved in one of their friends came speeding through the cove and I confronted him and the “neighbor” got down right unneighborly with me. I’ve just spoken to his mother about honking the horn when she pulls up to pick him up for work. I didn’t address her speeding yet; however, I expect there to be repercussions. I sort of fear underhanded attacks like the time they just spread garbage on our driveway (apparently the raccoons–yes, we have possum too–had torn up our garbage and got it on their yard. I was in LA so I couldn’t confront them). I suspect he’ll be wanting to chat with me. That’ll be chapter 2.
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States I’ve visited (some of these should barely count):
create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide
* Got a call today from someone I haven’t talked to in 3 years. Good call. Of course, he needed something 🙂
* My chest feels hollow right now. Like my heart has stopped or is missing.
* Glasses fixed. The 13 yr old found some Dave N Buster screw drivers. Now I’m slipping into abvilance about what to do with today. I have to choose between cleaning, programming, wood splitting and automotive repair.
* Talking to the 13 yr old feels like such a waste of time sometimes. It’s like trying to shout in a vaccuum. No matter how much effort you put into it you words just aren’t heard.
I’m getting really angry with myself! I can’t stop myself from talking angerily to the 13 yr old.
* I feel like my day is ruined. The 13 yr old broke his glasses because he was “fiddling.” I can’t find my jeweler’s screwdrivers which are in a large red package and its beginning to tick me off. Before I even started looking for the screw drivers, the 13 yr old came out with wire wanting to fix them himself so I naturally yelled at him and upset him, the baby and myself.
* I guess my task today is going to be to clean all day long. It would be a worthwhile investment in time. It would make everyone saner around here.