A new blog is born

I recently decided that I am an aspiring writer and therefore I would start writing my blog to an audience instead of to myself with the possibility of an audience. My new blog is at mundanethankfulspirit.blogspot.com

I invite anyone who has read my ramblings to go see the new blog and tell your friends. I actually want an audience now.

Ok, what I need to do now is figure out what happened to my ability to put a video on here. This new-fangled editor is hiding that operation from me, if there indeed is one anymore. If not, I will just cry. I guess I may just change my new blog to sad bastard is crying, or supm like that.

Listening to: Boogie with Stu, by Led Zeppelin.

I don't feel like going out to the car to gits my camera.

So, I'll just use an old picture. I'm sitting over here at Shalane's doing my Friday laundry a bit early. Neriah tried to be sickly even though he's not allowed. Fortunately, it was just a momentary digestive discomfort, complete with puking out of both ends. This was actually the rare day when I was actually in bed at 10:20. Ok, so a reason to get motivated a bit earlier than my lazy arse was ready to. I am just glad that it was over quickly. It was a good excuse for him to scam outta school and enjoy a Friday of video gaming. I guess, if I was a mom, I might manage the situation differently, but, eh.

Hopefully, the guy will call soon and I can go pick up Shalane's computer, so Neriah and I can have the gaming computer back. Hopefully, Rhianna's computer will be prop'ly exracted, so I can pick up the disk of her saved docs, etc. I dropped it off while the other one was being revived. She decided she didn't like her laptop, so she stepped on it and broke the h*** out of the screen. Supm was broked good 'cause I was unable to use an external monitor so I could get her vital files off thar. So, the computer guy said he could do it and put it on a disk for a nominal fee.

Ok, you guessed right. I usually use an old picture when I don't feel like getting my camera out of the car because I have thunks that I am compelled to write about. So, what the h*** are my thunks? Ok, I'll tell ya'. Get off my back, geez!

I am an affection junky, an often professed fact. This has historically made me rush things and force my foolish 'physical' will. Sex, of course, being the primary relationship killer of choice. It is so nice. If you are trying to form any significant relationship, however, the 'physical' focus seriously clouds your mind and subjugates the other two parts of the triune of mind, body, spirit.

Ok, so? Why is this significant? I recently met someone that is the first person in a long time that has been interesting to me, very interesting. My concern is, being rushed by my affection junky-ness. Now, this is not just a desire for sex. That is nice, indeed, however it is just the affection in general that appeals to me, every bit as much, or more even, the kissing, hugging, looking at each other, feeling the skin on her fingers, walking hand-in-hand, sitting and talking and enjoying each other's company even if you aren't talking.

So, I don't have an interest in 'playing the field', but I'm thinking maybe I need to throttle back and not rush to fulfill my desire for love and affection. I have also included sex, but I have rushed into every relationship, ever. I don't wish to do that anymore, especially since I am finally considering other concerns, such as the kids' college and how I can best use my skills and abilities to better the world around me.

Ok, I am done writing. I think I is gonna go check on my laundry.

Listening to: Ride on, by AC/DC.

The Search May Be Over.

Headings:

• Another way to say the same ol' shite.

• The 4rd quarter.

• Another way to say the same ol' shite pt. 2.

• Sunroof drain tracks.

Another way to say the same ol' shite.

How many ways can you express your thankfulness for this life experience? I dunno. I don't believe there is a limit. Every day I am blown away at how the sky, just one tiny piece of this awesome life experience, is like a painting that is constantly changing. There is an endless supply of awesome paintings. So, the idea of getting bored with it really is an absurd idea. It's not like seeing your favorite painting every day for a month, even. Your favorite can become boring. The sky, however, is ever-changing, just like this awesome life experience is, or should be, I guess.

The 4rd quarter.

I really believe that it was a simple cut-and-paste typo. I know she goes to an exceptional school. However, it is the funny everyday crap that I just hafta laugh at.

Another way to say the same ol' shite pt. 2.

How many ways can you express your thankfulness for this life experience? I dunno. I don't believe there is a limit. Wait, didn't I just say that? Every day, just like the sky or any one of the myriad other things, I am amazed and thankful for the awesome car I have. I really love it.

Sunroof drain tracks.

Ok, continuing along on the subject of the car, I think I may use these industrious fixer skills I have been blessed with and am thankful for constantly, to go clean out the sunroof tracks in my sweet, baby car. They used to be fine. The sunroof could be left vented and the rain would not intrude upon the interior. Recently, however, the rain has intruded, a few times actually, but other things in the mid-range of Maslow's heirarchy of needs have retained a position of prominence over other things such as my sunroof drain tracks. So, anyway, I was reminded of it this morning when Snickers and I went for our morning pee, poop, sniff. I left the sunroof vented last night. I was thankful it hadn't rained as it so often does down hyah in Florida. I also thought to myself, especially since I feel released from the selfish concerns of late, hopefully for good reason, that I need to go ahead and get my wrenchin' on, yo. ;-p So, this is where I will end this entry so that I may get off me arse and get to it.

Listening to: Rotten Apple, by Alice in Chains.

68 points!

I took some pictures of Neriah launching the latest rocket with my phone. I had to use my phone because I forgot the camera. This gave me an excuse to upload all the pictures I have been accumulating on the card in my phone for the past few months. It's not as easy to remove as the last phone, requiring me to remove the back cover, so I never do. I just hardly ever use it.

I'm not going to bother with headings on this one because the pictures are too sporadic.

This collection starts with dinner at Olive Garden with an ex-girlfriend and her daughter.

Then, a wild hair omelette. I usually eat like a bachelor when the kids aren't around. Ya' know, simple stuff like sammidges, ramen noodles and peanut butter. My taste in food is about as eclectic as my taste in music or movies. I balance my ridiculous junk-eating with super healthy stuff like whole grains, green tea and plenty of water. Like I said, I usually eat like a bachelor. Every once in a while, however, I get a wild hair to cook something, maybe a marinara sauce or an awesome chili recipe I got from Men's Health magazine or, as evidenced by some phone pictures, an omelette. One day I need to make some of the energy/health bars I created several years ago. I would forget about them if it weren't for the constant reminding by my kids who really like them. I guess, I should live up to this damn self-proclaimed desire to do what makes the kids happy and make some. Ok, ok, get off my own back already!

There are only a few of the typical pictures of mundane crap that I am always so thankful for. Going to Publix, Starbucks and laying on the grass downtown by lake Morton. The rest are more significant because I hardly ever use it, so they are more intentional. Of course, my childish sense of humor kicked in when I was at the scratch-n-dent grocery and saw 'cock' flavored soup. Then, I took my mom down to the state park I used to go to when I first moved down here. She fell in love. It really is an awesome park. I used to go for the beach, but she liked the appeal of the many fishing spots there. I can see the appeal, but it has been many moons since I fished and I really don't have enough desire to do it. She wanted to stop at Sonny's for lunch and, since I want to make people happy, I obliged her. I am so nice that way.

Wow, there are some really varied pictures in here across quite a span of time. There are some pictures of Snickers holding me down and some pictures from a kite flying expedition the kids and I went on, to include a nice shot I took across my beautiful little car as I flew my kite. When I was borrowing my sister's TL, it also has the temp display just in a different spot, I was wow'ed by 109. That was of course 'after' I came out of the library, so it cooled down once I started driving, to less than a hundred. Yay! At some point, I dunno when exactly, I went on down there and, of course, had to visit Siesta Key. I love that beach. Oh yeah, these pictures are clearly out of order for some reason. I am wearing pants and boots at Siesta Key. It is a year-round average of 75 degrees down here, which is awesome, but it does get cool, especially down by the water. It just more awesomeness, actually. I still love to walk down the beach with the water on my bare feet, even if I am wearing pants.

One picture I forgot to take out of this collection is the one of the program I loaded on Shalane's computer to scan it for all the crap that slowed it down quite a bit. I just took the picture to remind me of what the program was. I took a picture while I walked down the road up there at my best friend's house (my ex-father-in-law). Rhianna made herself first place at Scrabble, even though I dominated as usual. -insert applause and back patting-

Snickers is the best, most beautiful girlfriend I have ever had. And, the picture where Rhianna is holding her, she is really not a fat, lazy dog. It just looks that way.

Retarded. The pictures from today are evidence of how out of order these pictures are. Neriah's rocket launch from today is right in the middle of stuff from a couple months ago like the awesome rib bbq'ing after raiding the freezer in the garage when we were down at the Beach Bum Paradise when Erv and Maria were up in Michigan. There are some of a routine trip to lake Mirror with Snickers and the kids. I, being my childish self, had to mess with poor, passive Snickers by pulling her lip up to make her look vicious, damn funny.

Oooh, here's a big one. The kids and I love to play Scrabble. There is a picture of the board when I got a '68!' point word for my first word. Woot! Frickin awesome. If you don't play Scrabble, then you're dumb, oh, uh, I mean, you probably won't know how significant that is. For those who don't know, most words are 10-20 points, at best. I got a double word score and a 50-point bonus for using all seven of my letters at once. Whoa! Truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Yeah, ok, just like my appreciation for the mundane crap I'm thankful for every day, I also marvel at the simple crap, like Scrabble games. I am a simpleton, I guess.

One time, just Neriah and I went down to the Beach Bum Paradise. There is a picture of our very simple 'man-meal' of just steak.

Listening to: That super-annoying but OMFG cute insurance girl commercial as Seinfeld breaks.

Slow-start video game morning

Oh crap. I almost forgot. My new format, highlights/headings:

Headings:

• The same ol' mundane.
• The tripod pictures.
• Slow-start video game morning.
• Planning to acquire new engines and launch a rocket.

The same ol' mundane.

There are, of course, the usual assortment of mundane sky pictures that I am amazed by and thankful for every day, the sky, ---damn, my dog stinks. I need to give her a bath before we leave.---being able to take pictures of it, being able to upload those pictures so easily and have access to them on my computer, being able to write, being able to write a blog about my mundane sky pictures and---OMfrickinG, she needs a bath.---being able to see the sky in the first damn place.

The tripod pictures.

I got a wild hair to use this tripod and take a picture of Neriah and I. I forgot that I had my camera set on 3 pictures at a time. I was wondering why it kept click-click-clicking. After uploading the pictures, I see. It's kinda funny when I viewed them. I actually haven't watched this video yet, so I don't know if it was as funny. I was going to just take one or two of them, but together they were funny, so I just stuck 'em all in there. One set showed us both looking at the detestable ice cream truck as its obnoxiousness drove by, nice and slow, of course.

Ok, I just watched it. It's far from amazing, but it's funny to me, so eh.

Slow-start video game morning.

I have spent most of the morning watching Neriah play video games. I had a yummy bagel and a cup of tea and now am about to go take the best girlfriend for a pee, poop, sniff so I can give her a bath. Holy crap, she stinks. I dunno why. She doesn't run loose outside anywhere. She didn't roll in anything this morning. I guess her running around earlier when I was playing with her accentuated the fact that it's been a couple weeks since I did last.

Planning to acquire new engines and launch a rocket.

So, I guess I will go walk. I plan to give her a bath when we get back before Neriah and I plan to go get some replacement engines for a rocket that is anxious to get a raise. I have lost my desire to right. So, Good day. I said Goodday!

Listening to: supm else I am so thankful for, my iPod playing Ain't no fun waitin' round to be a millionaire, by AC/DC.

Wow, I waited a long time again

Ok, it's longer, but I sped it up so each picture only gets one second. If'n you wanna, you can pause it and/or go back. I think I'm gonna do supm new, too. I'm gonna put headings throughout my ramblings to make it more entertaining for others so maybe I can have an audience. Oooh, I just gots me an idea. In addition to the headings, I is gonna list the headings, or highlights at the beginning hyah.

Highlights:

• Why do I wait so long?
• I really love this car.
• Lake Mirror at sunset.
• Meeting Shalane for coffee.
• More than just the usual sky picture.
• Wow, a Suburban just like my old one.
• My little Badger Hunter, cool leash ay?, I made it. ;-)
• Ducks by the hundreds.
• 5 turtles even.
• Snickers' is done with the heartworm treatments, yay!

Why Do I Wait So Long?

I am really envious, nah more like in awe, of the people who have a blog which gets an entry every day. I am not really envious. I am happy with my blog and my life. I just notice that I always have reasons to make an entry. I just don't feel like it every day. I won't try to be puffed up as people so often are and say that it's because I am so busy. I have a full life indeed, but just like exercise, there is never a day without a few minutes for a blog entry. It's just what we choose to make important enough to invest our time in. So, often, it isn't anything in particular, it may just be sitting and drinking a beer as I watch people walk by and listen to the birds. There are so many times that I think, "wow, this would be a good blog entry. I would love to share this experience with the world." but I just don't feel like writing about it, which is why I am thankful, at least, to have this awesome camera, thanks again Emily, to capture a piece of the experience even if I don't end up writing about it.

I guess the difference between me and the daily bloggers and, I'm ASSuming here, is that I'm writing primarily for selfish reasons while they write for an audience, which is not a bad thing. I think I just have lots of white-trash upbrangin to make it hard for me to imagine having an audience and I really think I am missing a crucial entertaining topic with nothing more to offer than details of my own mundane life and thankfullness for crap that most people prolly don't feel and relatedly don't want to read about.

I really love this car.

I feel this is one of the many times when I repeat myself. When, I was with Emily and this was still her car, I hated it. It was uncomfortable and no fun to drive, which I did all the time. This was mainly due to her TBI-related sensitivities to acceleration and noise, which meant the windows were always up and the radio was always very quiet or off. I don't resent that experience. It was what it was. It was a worthy price to pay for someone you love.

Now, however, I frickin love this car. I open the sunroof and the windows and play my iPod loudly on the very awesome stereo it has. It is the only coupe available that has the suicide doors, actually, a unique bonus that makes this cheaper car competitive. Well, crap, it doesn't do nutn anymore. They quit making this damn car after just a few years. Dammit! That's a whole nutha topic about the business affairs and politics in major car companies to include GM.

Lake Mirror at sunset.

I love that lake. It is like living a vacation to have Lakeland nearby.

Meeting Shalane for coffee.

One morning, I went to meet Shalane for coffee on her way to work. I wanted to discuss my life plans and goals. I wanted us to be on the same page. I recently decided, just a few days ago as a mattafack, that my life dream of living on a sailboat was a selfish waste of my skills and abilities and not conducive to my primary desire in life, which is to better the world outside my own selfish life bubble. Furthermore, I decided that I wanted to go back to school and possibly, after the kids finish school, relocate to Thailand to teach English in Bangkok. I don't feel like getting into the details. My arrogance was squished when her reaction to me leaving was very much like something an ex-wife-creature do. It was a good, enlightening talk however and it actually made me think of some obvious concerns that I hadn't thought about before.

More than just the usual sky picture.

As I was sitting at a light somewhere, I don't remember where honestly, I looked over and saw the truck that was right above eye-level. The sky in the background was awesome, of course, but it was not the focal point of this shot. It was a stake truck without the stakes, so it was basically just a big 5-ton flatbed truck. What caught my attention was the building materials on the truck. It gave me fond memories of grunt work as a construction laborer working with my hands and using all the muscles in my body. It also appealed to the fixer in me. It gave me thoughts of building something somewhere.

Wow, a Suburban just like my old one.

When I went down to lake Mirror the other day, I was taken aback by an old Suburban like the one I had was actually being used as a Public Works truck. It was a big ol' three-quarter ton like mine even. That is a beautiful old truck.

My little Badger Hunter, cool leash ay?, I made it. ;-)

I took Snickers down to my favorite lake for a pee, poop, sniff. One of the many things I love about this lake is that they have dog water fountains connected to the people water fountains.

Ducks by the hundreds.

As we walked around the lake one the nice sidewalk, we stopped to visit the big wide steps down to the water on this side over hyah. A procession of many, many ducks came on over, to get some human handout I'm sure. People do lots of bird feeding here and the other lakes downtown, which is why there are so many awesome birds here. I am glad of it, actually, with the exception of the g**d*** flying rats, of course. I frickin hate 'em. A seagull is the only bird I've ever seen that is obnoxious enough to swoop down and take a bite of your sammidge right out of your hand. Grrr, I hate 'em. They just squawk and poop and are as obnoxious about begging as a puppy dog, but without the redeeming qualities.

5 turtles even.

I didn't capture them. Even though they were a bit away, they sensed me apparently and ducked. I caught three of them. I had to get a picture because I had never seen five all together like that before. I mean, a solitary turtle head, eh, prolly wouldn't even make me unsheath my camera, but 5, cool.

Snickers' is done with the heartworm treatments, yay!

I took Snickers for her follow-up check to ensure the heartworm treatment was effective and she indeed checked good-to-go, yay! The SPCA paying for the treatment, because she had them when I adopted her, was nice, but it was still a pain to keep her calm and endure the extra shedding and fleas because the damn flea drugs just quit working for a couple months.

Listening to: She Hates Me, by Puddle of Mudd.

Yay!

Ok, I don't have my camera with me, but I am excited to post. I just got a phone call, finally, from my doctor's office, about the results of a routine STD test I took on Monday. I had to worry, even though I knew I had no reason to. I had had protected sex twice since the last check in December. My stoopid brain imagines all the damn worse case scenarios, though. Grumble, grumble, stoopid brain. Anyway, yay! Now, I can get back to thinking about life things.

Listening to: the faint country music they have playing over here at the office/communtiy center place.