Year: 2004

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A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…

A New Day!

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This Morning

* Time to start the day. There’s no point to being in bed anyway. Started 30 minutes ago with a few minutes of Scarface. Then restarted the fire. Then decided to quit procrastinating on a pair of pants that got mudstained a year or more ago. Not even sure they fit. I scrubbed and bleached and did my best. Now I’m moving laundry to the dryer and will start a load to see if I got the stains out.

* Let’s make this a productive day despite all the adversity.

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The White Trash Wars Chapter 1 So, I don’t live a…

The White Trash Wars Chapter 1

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.

Enjoy my wife’s perspective on it.

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I SMELL CAVE! Add one to Caves of Tennessee …

I SMELL CAVE!

Add one to Caves of Tennessee

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Lies My Teachers Told Me by J.D. Cassidy For someo…

Lies My Teachers Told Me by J.D. Cassidy For someone that leans a bit more left than right, this is an article that is decently thought provoking. Reads like this are important to keep us balanced (don’t confuse that with me agreeing with Cassidy) and steering more toward the middle of the road instead of getting too “left” or too “right”. This comes from Politically Right. For those that know him, note the extreme similarities between Cassidy and my brother-in-law.

JD Cassidy brother in law

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* Glasses fixed. The 13 yr old found some Dave N B…

* 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.