Friday, March 21, 2008
WAKE UP GOD DAMNIT
So I am sorry for not posting all that often but since I moved out Jerry had his computer re-done which took the lock I had on this blog off the computer. So I stopped blogging because he was reading it. And as many of you can assertain I can't stand that bastard. But I can post again because he is now in a mental health institution getting well help. For those of you keeping score at home he had a mental break at a doctors apt had to be restrained and bit my father. So they took him to wear he is now. They decided there that he is a threat to Harriet, himself, and others. Gramma was in then put in a nursing home for a while. The following is a facebook post of mine dealing with more of this, if nothing else I'll copy and paste from here to there and there to here.
OK so sorry folks I have become more of a facebook-whore and have kind of backed off myspace. But anyway here is quick update: still working in dodgeville, jerry is now in a mental health institution, and still single. Now here is a post from facebook:
1st off I worked the morning of Good Friday, no big deal, I'm not religious in the least but it would have been nice to have slept in, especially since I haven't been getting to bed until after midnight all week. Maybe a nap will be in order once the NCAA tourney takes a break. I picked up a co-worker and drove to work and the roads were horrible. On the way back I pulled over as an ambulance was coming toward us, when it past I saw it said Belmont, 1st thought ohh shit second thought my phone is on silent and they called, third thought find out. Well it turned out that it was my grandmother in the ambulance. Yesterday my dad took her home and today she fell banged her head and was bleeding pretty good. She could answer all the questions posed to her so that isn't a problem. Update while writing this my mom called and told me they are releasing my grandmother and she is going to my parents house for a while at least the weekend because they don't want her to be alone. I want to make a ham roast this weekend for easter, I loves me some ham roast, not the compacted stuff you buy in a tin no the stuff you buy from a butcher shop. MMM ham roast with mashed taters and broccoli.
Icky deals with cleaning the house in Belmont. Finding disgusting things is one thing finding things they buy (and use?!?!?!) is even more disgusting. My sister found a book titled "Sexual Intamacy: a couples guide to sex" WHAT THE FUCK THESE ARE MY GRANDPARENTS AHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH FUCK THAT AIN'T RIGHT. A few years ago my brother was told by Jerry that he (jerry) was now on viagra. I don't want to hear that even from my parents OR friends. What you do in your bed room is your business. No matter how sexy, unless you are a good looking woman who likes to experiment with other women then ...wait off topic here... ;). The second thing we found was the weirdest looking shit you could see something that once you see you just go uhhhh and shutter. All while going what the fuck is this? Imagine a jock strap. But where a cup would go there is a plastic unrolled condom looking thing. My sister said it looks like one of those sleeves used in bull semen collection. I do remember him talking about (while at dinner table a few Christmases ago) him having problems with urine dribbling but then he got that fixed. God all of these things we find make me wonder more and more about his lack of mental capacity the last few years.
So I am sorry for not posting all that often but since I moved out Jerry had his computer re-done which took the lock I had on this blog off the computer. So I stopped blogging because he was reading it. And as many of you can assertain I can't stand that bastard. But I can post again because he is now in a mental health institution getting well help. For those of you keeping score at home he had a mental break at a doctors apt had to be restrained and bit my father. So they took him to wear he is now. They decided there that he is a threat to Harriet, himself, and others. Gramma was in then put in a nursing home for a while. The following is a facebook post of mine dealing with more of this, if nothing else I'll copy and paste from here to there and there to here.
OK so sorry folks I have become more of a facebook-whore and have kind of backed off myspace. But anyway here is quick update: still working in dodgeville, jerry is now in a mental health institution, and still single. Now here is a post from facebook:
1st off I worked the morning of Good Friday, no big deal, I'm not religious in the least but it would have been nice to have slept in, especially since I haven't been getting to bed until after midnight all week. Maybe a nap will be in order once the NCAA tourney takes a break. I picked up a co-worker and drove to work and the roads were horrible. On the way back I pulled over as an ambulance was coming toward us, when it past I saw it said Belmont, 1st thought ohh shit second thought my phone is on silent and they called, third thought find out. Well it turned out that it was my grandmother in the ambulance. Yesterday my dad took her home and today she fell banged her head and was bleeding pretty good. She could answer all the questions posed to her so that isn't a problem. Update while writing this my mom called and told me they are releasing my grandmother and she is going to my parents house for a while at least the weekend because they don't want her to be alone. I want to make a ham roast this weekend for easter, I loves me some ham roast, not the compacted stuff you buy in a tin no the stuff you buy from a butcher shop. MMM ham roast with mashed taters and broccoli.
Icky deals with cleaning the house in Belmont. Finding disgusting things is one thing finding things they buy (and use?!?!?!) is even more disgusting. My sister found a book titled "Sexual Intamacy: a couples guide to sex" WHAT THE FUCK THESE ARE MY GRANDPARENTS AHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH FUCK THAT AIN'T RIGHT. A few years ago my brother was told by Jerry that he (jerry) was now on viagra. I don't want to hear that even from my parents OR friends. What you do in your bed room is your business. No matter how sexy, unless you are a good looking woman who likes to experiment with other women then ...wait off topic here... ;). The second thing we found was the weirdest looking shit you could see something that once you see you just go uhhhh and shutter. All while going what the fuck is this? Imagine a jock strap. But where a cup would go there is a plastic unrolled condom looking thing. My sister said it looks like one of those sleeves used in bull semen collection. I do remember him talking about (while at dinner table a few Christmases ago) him having problems with urine dribbling but then he got that fixed. God all of these things we find make me wonder more and more about his lack of mental capacity the last few years.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I'M BAAAAAACK!!!!
So I haven't been posting on here in like ages. Sorry folks but the reason was because Jerry (my idiot grandfather) had found it and was reading it and making his own decisions based on what I was saying on here. In other words he thought I doing things I wasn't then telling my parents what I was doing SOOOO I quit blogging. Now however that dumb sumbitch is in a nut house and not getting out any time soon so I am back WOOO!!!
So I haven't been posting on here in like ages. Sorry folks but the reason was because Jerry (my idiot grandfather) had found it and was reading it and making his own decisions based on what I was saying on here. In other words he thought I doing things I wasn't then telling my parents what I was doing SOOOO I quit blogging. Now however that dumb sumbitch is in a nut house and not getting out any time soon so I am back WOOO!!!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Rule #16
Do not show up at closing, and say you are sorry for showing up late. The place is closed. If the Door is locked its closed. If you come in late like 2 minutes before close and say you're sorry, you really aren't all that sorry because you are STILL DOING IT!!!! If you really are sorry you would just turn around and find some place that is open. Sorry don't cut it, and telling me you have the right time is even worse... ohh I'm sorry maybe you should come in and reset all the clocks to YOUR time so that we can ALL accomidate you.
Do not show up at closing, and say you are sorry for showing up late. The place is closed. If the Door is locked its closed. If you come in late like 2 minutes before close and say you're sorry, you really aren't all that sorry because you are STILL DOING IT!!!! If you really are sorry you would just turn around and find some place that is open. Sorry don't cut it, and telling me you have the right time is even worse... ohh I'm sorry maybe you should come in and reset all the clocks to YOUR time so that we can ALL accomidate you.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Rule #15:
FUCK YOU!!!!
Rule # 14:
If you don't control your kids when you are out I should get free reign to disipline them for you. A park is one thing a parking lot another a place to eat something entirly different. Control your damn kids.
FUCK YOU!!!!
Rule # 14:
If you don't control your kids when you are out I should get free reign to disipline them for you. A park is one thing a parking lot another a place to eat something entirly different. Control your damn kids.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Rule #13
Standing in line for more than 45 seconds IMMEDAITLY revokes your ability to say I just don't know what I want. You were in line, you had time to see what was offered or read the menu. You get hit in the head with brick next time you do this.
Rule #12:
Never talk down to a cook or a server. It only gives them more reason to fuck your order up. I may not get paid as much you, I may not be as smart as you. But I am the one you came to see about your meal.
Rule #11
You don't need exact change all the time. If it takes you more than 10 seconds to get it don't bother. Also where the fuck do people who always pay with exact change get all their fucking change?
Standing in line for more than 45 seconds IMMEDAITLY revokes your ability to say I just don't know what I want. You were in line, you had time to see what was offered or read the menu. You get hit in the head with brick next time you do this.
Rule #12:
Never talk down to a cook or a server. It only gives them more reason to fuck your order up. I may not get paid as much you, I may not be as smart as you. But I am the one you came to see about your meal.
Rule #11
You don't need exact change all the time. If it takes you more than 10 seconds to get it don't bother. Also where the fuck do people who always pay with exact change get all their fucking change?
I can get so pissed off
OK so dumb people of the world are starting to unite. Damn it all to hell. Asshole had an RV parked in the drive way to my parking lot. Not just in the driveway but in the middle can't get around middle and he was blocking the 1st row to get in. Fucking asshole. So I back out and start to go around the block and end up coming back on High Street heading back down it. When I see this fucking clown driving a van doing a 5 point turn around on High street. High Street isn't as wide a Main Street in Platteville. Then the fucking clown starts to back UP high street. God damn dumb drivers piss me off. One of the douchebags that I have to deal with at work tells me he is bored with what we serve. I wanted to tell him bored people are spoiled people. But I can't stand the guy cause he comes off as such an arrogant prick that I just pass it over. I am going to start shooting poeple. Dumb asshole people. And one lady jumped in line yesterday because one of her 'guests' was already there. I don't like you dike looking lady. AHHHHHHHH Fuck you all!!!!
OK so dumb people of the world are starting to unite. Damn it all to hell. Asshole had an RV parked in the drive way to my parking lot. Not just in the driveway but in the middle can't get around middle and he was blocking the 1st row to get in. Fucking asshole. So I back out and start to go around the block and end up coming back on High Street heading back down it. When I see this fucking clown driving a van doing a 5 point turn around on High street. High Street isn't as wide a Main Street in Platteville. Then the fucking clown starts to back UP high street. God damn dumb drivers piss me off. One of the douchebags that I have to deal with at work tells me he is bored with what we serve. I wanted to tell him bored people are spoiled people. But I can't stand the guy cause he comes off as such an arrogant prick that I just pass it over. I am going to start shooting poeple. Dumb asshole people. And one lady jumped in line yesterday because one of her 'guests' was already there. I don't like you dike looking lady. AHHHHHHHH Fuck you all!!!!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I like Porn
Simple straight forward. I own porn. I have a decent amount of it. I don't hide that fact. If you can't get over it or 'say me or the porn', well you better be damn worth it. And so far I have met NO ONE that is worth it. I would be willing to maybe stop the consumtion of porn for some one. But I am not going to get rid of it. Besides the right one for me would have no problem with me having porn and would possibly enjoy it. OK so there is a limit to my porn. No midgets (even though I talk about it), no animals, no incredibly weird shit, no old people, no minors, and none of that shit/piss stuff. Porn never asks where you were, what you doing, it never has a head ache, wants to talk about the relationship, is there if you want it, and if you get tired of it you can get a new one no questions asked.
Simple straight forward. I own porn. I have a decent amount of it. I don't hide that fact. If you can't get over it or 'say me or the porn', well you better be damn worth it. And so far I have met NO ONE that is worth it. I would be willing to maybe stop the consumtion of porn for some one. But I am not going to get rid of it. Besides the right one for me would have no problem with me having porn and would possibly enjoy it. OK so there is a limit to my porn. No midgets (even though I talk about it), no animals, no incredibly weird shit, no old people, no minors, and none of that shit/piss stuff. Porn never asks where you were, what you doing, it never has a head ache, wants to talk about the relationship, is there if you want it, and if you get tired of it you can get a new one no questions asked.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Its been a year
So one year ago today June 21, my older brother put a bullet in his brain pan. He did it because of a girl, not a woman but a girl. I can't say I am happy with that decision but I do understand how a woman can push you to things like that. I can also say that not a day goes by that something doesn't just pop into my head and remind me of him. Its smells, and what not. There is this guy who acts just like him and has a starnge resemblance of him too. This guy works out at LandsEnd and just strangly makes me think of him. I did my crying, I did my feeling bad. I hopefully an over it. Not over losing a brother no... but losing him like that. He was a selfish prick. HE wasn't all that great of a brother either. He treated both me and my younger brother like shit. He was the most important. We weren't. I was never his friend, never would have been either. I didn't lose anything when he died, not a son, not a friend or uncle, not a source of income. Just a brother. He is my brother, and I miss him. If I saw him or had one day to talk to him I would beat the shit out of him. Why are you so fucking stupid you fucking idiot. AHHHH. Dumb bastard.
So one year ago today June 21, my older brother put a bullet in his brain pan. He did it because of a girl, not a woman but a girl. I can't say I am happy with that decision but I do understand how a woman can push you to things like that. I can also say that not a day goes by that something doesn't just pop into my head and remind me of him. Its smells, and what not. There is this guy who acts just like him and has a starnge resemblance of him too. This guy works out at LandsEnd and just strangly makes me think of him. I did my crying, I did my feeling bad. I hopefully an over it. Not over losing a brother no... but losing him like that. He was a selfish prick. HE wasn't all that great of a brother either. He treated both me and my younger brother like shit. He was the most important. We weren't. I was never his friend, never would have been either. I didn't lose anything when he died, not a son, not a friend or uncle, not a source of income. Just a brother. He is my brother, and I miss him. If I saw him or had one day to talk to him I would beat the shit out of him. Why are you so fucking stupid you fucking idiot. AHHHH. Dumb bastard.
