Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 6:30 PM
I appreciate the willingness to bid on my meager blog for space and
pimping advertising for your blog.
So let me give a bit of a low down on a few things I look for, and on ways to make things easier for both you and I, both for me to push traffic to you, and for you to get traffic.
Language:First thing, I always look for someone who is closer to either what I hope to become, or would like to see associated with my blog. Same goes for the bids I put on other blogs to rent from, I look through each to see if what I want to bid on is the sort of traffic I want through my blog.
Yeah, yeah, I am picky that way.
Nothing against those that swear, degrade others, are real bitchy or whiny, but if every other word in the writing is f*ck you, f*ck this, there is not a place here for that type, nor will I rent from places like that. Nothing personal, it is just something I don't want to associate with this blog.
Oh sure, I swear once in a while, who doesn't, and I take that into account, but there is swearing once in awhile and swearing as a form of language. Again, not what I want associated here.
Advertising:If a persons blog is nothing but blog reviews of products, or advertising of google, or how to get rich, ect, that also will not make it on to this blog nor will I rent from it.
If I don't care to watch or participate in infomercials on TV why would I want one associated with this blog?
Not going to happen.
Posting:Things happen and I can fully understand that. It has happened to me on a number of occasions, so I have more sympathy in this area.
But when you bid on my blog, please, please post a few posts during the week of rental because it helps me to push more traffic to you if you have recent postings for me to advertise for and urge readers to go and read.
When you haven't posted in some time, it makes it extremely hard to push traffic your way if there is nothing there for them to read. I want to be able to push as much readership over to you as I can, and if you look at my previous history of my posts you will see I try and advertise those who rent from me as much as possible.
I may be small, but I
pimp advertise rentals quite a bit.
Essentially I like those who interest me as renters. Humor, stories, interesting situations, cartoons, pictures, videos - these are things that I hope if it interests me, will interest readers who come by.
I am not a "daddy blogger", but I am a father, husband, worker, ect.
I do post about my kids, and things I do, but I post about other things that interest me also. This blog is about what interest me and what I go through, not just about my kids, my family, ect.
I will be as cordial as I can be, I believe I am an excellent host to my renters, but I expect the same in return.
That being said.....
Head on over to my renter, Dear Me, and check out her Chocolate Addiction....
Chocolate Mango Cake!
It does look real good or "Yumyum" as she would put it....
Monday, November 27, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 2:50 AM
I'm afraid I have not been a very good host to Ivan at
Dear Me, since I have been out of Michigan and visiting relatives in Canada for the last 2-3 days.
I am back now, and what should have been a 4 hour trip turned into almost 7 hours as we sat for
2 and a 1/2 HOURS at the border inching along. I have no idea what was taking them so long but they had the border crossing backed up, on a Sunday night, around 10 frustrating miles.
Then I
FINALLY get to the US side of the border crossing, and hand over birth certificates for the two cranky kids in the back, and my wife's immigration card and my drivers license when this doorknob asks me how many are residents, in which I say 4 and he gets this AHA! look on his face and attitude, and says thats not what your wifes card says....
Dude, I have been sitting for two and a half fucking hours waiting to get to this point so can give me shit about something you can just as readily read on the damn card?!?!
I just rolled my eyes, let the wife answer because if I spoke at this point I probably would have told him that if he would have read the fucking papers we just gave him he would KNOW the answer to his stupid ass question.
Our border security at work. I'm sorry but its a friggin joke.
This is what my tax dollars are going for?
I had packages and groceries in the van, he didn't ask if I had anything to declare, he asked if I had any meat, produce or tobacco, in which I said "no". He didn't check jack shit, he looked at my license plate, asked a question or two and off I went.....a van full of boxes, grocery bags and stuff. I could have had meat, produce, a damn meth factory in my van and he wouldn't have known cause he just looked at my license plate and asked those all important questions..."Do you have any meat, produce or tobacco?"
I feel safer already.
And if that was all that is being asked, why the hell did we have a friggin 10 mile backup? Did you have to read your manual because you forgot those all important words that keep America safe from terrorism?
"Do you have any meat, produce or tobacco?"No buddy, just this "black gold" in my kids diaper since we have been stuck waiting to hear that all special phrase of yours. Please, confiscate my kids diaper will ya?
Seeing these guys in action does not do anything to relieve any fear or worries about border security. This was a damn joke.
A bad 2 1/2 hour, 10 mile back up joke.
Really made me want to reach out as I sat there to wrap my hands around this twerps throat.
We have had a LONG drive, and had to wait just about half the time it took to get to the damn border crossing, just so you could get "cute" with me.
What an ass.
Well, I am back in Country after a long unanticipated wait at the border.
Click on over to Ivan and see how she is doing over at
Dear Me.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 1:28 AM
I ended up going out of Country and into Canada for a few days.
I will resume full posting later on today when I get back into Michigan.
Please check out my tenant while your here, she would love the visits.
See you when I get back into Country.
For now, sanitybreak signing off in Mississagua, Canada.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 3:48 PM
It is once again that time and we bid farewell to the previous tenant
All-Night.Org and welcome
Dear Me to a nice little spot up in the trees with us.
Ivan swings on in from the Phillipines.
I had a roommate in the Army, Almario, from the Phillipines - Dude was a good kind of "nuts"...Helluva lotta fun. Though he did look REAL green around the gills when he took that challenge to eat a whole jar full of Jalepeno peppers.
[laughs]
He did it too, but I don't think it did his stomach any good if you know what I mean.....
Anyways, lets learn a bit about Ivan.
- Ivan is a female first of all, who goes by Ivy, Fran, Frances, Franny, Yves, ect. also.
(I figured I better make that clear from the start since I was talking about my roommate who was a guy. I didn't want any confusion.)- She is "Uber-ly" and forever addicted to chocolates, but has a main preference to Dark Chocolate.
(You and my wife would get along fine, except she is more of a real milk chocolate type of gal.)- Her other persona is a Bitch and a wicked witch.
(Her words not mine. Again, have you met my wife? She can have an evil streak in her also....**grins**)- She got a boy-ish haircut and finds it's easier to manage but really wants to have her long hair back.
(I wonder why she cut it in the first place...and if my daughter doesn't start brushing hers, she is getting a hair chopping herself)- She is actually an outdoor person.
(Which is a good thing, cause not many like spending a week up in the trees here in this ape house **chuckles**)- She does not know how to swim. She loves the water but the thought of drowning helplessly scares the hell out of her.
(Funny thing, I absolutely LOVE the water, more of a fish in the water, swimming underwater with eyes wide open than above it. It is just hell on wet fur though and the smell..gah!)- She hates beer, but if she goes out with friends prefers to drink concoctions.
(Not a big beer drinker myself. Heck not a big drinker much at all. I got back from Korea and a buddy of mine who got back from Turkey, he and I went out and drank 13 pitchers of beer just him and I. Never again. One of those times you wish you could get sick but can't. I am more of a Jack and Coke, or Rum drinker now, though I do have the occassional beer.)- She is a coffee-addict.
(Coffee, oh yeah, I love it myself and it was a sick, sick person who ever came up with "de-caffinated" coffee. Sick, sick sick.)- Her faith is currently at its lowest low but she surely wants to feel God's warmth again.
(I know the feeling, I really do. I firmly believe in God myself, though I struggle with more than just believing in God. But that is a story for another time.)- She rarely gets sick, but when she does she is REALLY sick.
(We share something common in this. Oh I have gotten the sniffles here and there due to weather changes, but real actual sick, not in a LONG time. My wife made me go get a doctor cause I hadn't gone to one in several years since I have rarely if ever called in sick. But God help me when I do get sick, because it goes through my system real fast, and seems to hit me incredibly hard.)You can read that and much more if you visit her site.
Her site has a new look, go take a look.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 12:00 AM
Oh the holiday signs are showing,
And the kids are so annoying,
And since we've no place to go
It's off to Walmart we go! Go! Go!
We pile in the van to get hopping
And now there is no stopping
We are almost all the way there, oh
It's off to Walmart we go! Go! Go!
We head in the store to shop
And the oldest begins from the top
The screams and thrashing can be seen by all
Because the child will not heed the parents call
Her piercing wails she sends out in a fit
And the parents patience has reached its limit
The child is carried screaming out in the night
Who knew going to Walmart would be such a fight. Fight! Fight!
(To the tune of "Let it Snow")
And that is about how it went with out eldest daughter, the Drama Queen.
Everything seemed fine, until we reached the store.
She wanted to walk and not ride in the cart. There were just too many people about and while 4 years old, she has a tendency not to pay attention. She is a child after all.
She would not sit in the cart and threw one of the biggest fits I have seen in ages right in the middle of Walmart.
Personally, I don't care if we drew stares in trying to deal with our daughter. Shit happens like this and other people have to take that into account also.
In the end when she was beyond listening, I carried her kicking and screaming to the van plopping her down in her car seat, but not before she got a swat on the rear.
Yeah, she got a swat for her troubles. Please do not lecture me that I am "beating" my child, if you think that then you really need help.
After calming her down in the van, I asked if she was done with her crying because she is not going shopping until it stops. When she finally said yes and stopped, I walked her to the nearest cart and placed her in it, explaining that any more tantrums like she just had and she is in the van with me till Momma comes out from doing shopping and she will miss going in and seeing everything.
After we got inside things went much smoother.
I have no idea what brought this major meltdown on, she has never done so before.
It is good that we worry more about our children and what they are doing than the impression we are giving off to other people. Meaning, that I could care less what other people who stared thought, and was trying to deal with my child who was in the middle of a meltdown. All the gawkers (like those who slow to watch an accident) I could care less about.
Only thing I am happy about in that situation, is that we didn't get some person come up and say "that we are doing it wrong", or "we should do it this way", or try and take over "consoling" our child or start offering advice.....because I really don't know how my words would have come out to this person if they tried.
But I know it would not have been nice.
Head on over to my tenant and read up on Tattoos.
One of these times I will have to take a picture of the one on my right shoulder of the rip-through blue dragon I have........
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 11:19 PM
That is what I feel like right now.
My head is literally pounding, I can count the throbs as my eyeballs bulge in and out.
[sighs]
Moving around 500 pound racks, pre-running cables, hooking up power and configuring the switch for new equipment and now that I am done I have popped three aspirin. Still hasn't taken affect after 30 minutes so far.
Not like I wasn't slightly in pain with back and neck before coming into work. I must have been doing some wicked acrobats in my sleep, because my back and neck felt like I was trying to do yoga in my sleep.
Well as my pounding head begins to subside, go check out my tenant and see what she is up to.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 11:47 PM
Best quote I have heard in a while:
Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying
but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?
~ Lily Tomlin
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 10:13 PM
This is Part two, read
Biography - Chapter One for the first part of this story.
The heat was hot and humid, the type of heat that left you feeling tired and your lungs heavy. This is the type of heat I encountered stepping out of the South Carolina Airport. I could feel the sweat start to bead on my forehead; I dislike being this sweaty, it gives you a feeling and the smell of an old worn-out sock.
The flight was a cool and comfortable one; one where I could sit back and relax and not have to worry about being stuck in a snow bank somewhere like everyone else back home had to. Yep, I wouldn't have to worry about the chill and frostbite for quite awhile, for here I stand, the heat so stifling and the night breeze only brought more heat. This is where I would spend the next five months; I really get the feeling that someone doesn't like me up there.
I threw my bags into the back of the van that was waiting and climbed wearily into the seat along with my other hapless companions. The conversation was sparse and was only to pass the time; as we passed through the entrance to Fort Jackson, there wasn't much of interest, two stone pillars and a sign that read: "Welcome to Ft. Jackson". Somehow I feel it should have read differently.
We pulled into the first group of buildings and grabbed our bags. Inside we get hustled around till we end up in an orientation till 12:30 a.m., all this went in one ear and out the other. I wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep -- for two weeks. Finally, this person who decided to bore us for two and a half hours shows us the barracks where we will sleep, oh joy, oh joy, if it were oly so easy as that. The beds were bunk beds with a pad as your bed and supported by suspended springs that everytime you took a breath would squeak and then you multiply that by about thirty people - for that was how many of us that were in there. Sleep did not come easy and as soon as I thought I was asleep the lights spring on, which happened to be above my face, and were told to get dressed and move our tails to chow.
For the next two weeks we went through lectures, shots and the issue of our camouflage and dress uniforms that in no way could be anything less than green. During these two weeks we learned the difference between officers, sergeants and us, the privates. Later I would learn the difference between officers and us, we worked for a living. When the people thought we were ready, they sent us to one of the many Basic Training Units where we would start our journey on how to be a soldier.
Arriving at the barracks in which I would be spending my sleepless hours, I noticed a different quality about many of the barracks. These qualities are narrowed down to two parts: If the building looks good on the outside, it is real shitty inside; and if the outside looks not-so-good then the inside will be better. As I looked upon the barracks, the latter proved correct. The outside was crummy and the inside had rooms where six people would sleep.
That night I slept very little and awoke with the blindness of bright lights being turned on at 5:30 a.m. That in itself is hard to take so early in the morning. but to have a drill sergeant walking down the hall yelling out for us "ladies" to get our petite little asses outside is a bit much. We went outside dressed in sweats and formed a formation (a group of people standing in 4 rows with each row being from 10 to 25 people long standing behind the person in the front row) to get ready for P.T., which they call physical training and I call pain taking.
This physical training consisted of starting with jumping jacks to get our heart rate up and moving, in which I wanted neither for it was already 80 degrees out at this early in the morning. We continued on to do push-ups, sit-ups, leg lifts, squats, and much more as the drill sergeants had their turn by screaming at us and that their grandmother who is 92 and in a wheelchair could do better than us. After all the pain and insults were finished we went out to "cool off" as the drill sergeants say. This cool down and gentle breeze to go through our hair turned out to be a two mile run. The run consisted of the formation running two miles with a drill sergeant in front to lead us and drill sergeants oneither side o yell and make fun of us until we kept up with the formation and two to three drill sergeants to the rear of the formation to pick-up he strugglers who couldn't keep up. After a morning like this I usually remember that stupid saying, "Be all that you can be", some how I don't think they finished this and the rest should be, "Be in as much pain as you can be." Basic Training isn't all physical, you do have to think, which is a contradiction to what they tell us, "you're not here to think, we do the thinking and you follow orders."
We do have classes on different subjects, such as the workings and firing of an M-16, how to throw a hand grenade and the safety classes to go along with these. These classes were usually conducted in an air-conditioned classroom around 68 degrees, while coming from the outside which was usually very close to 100 degrees. It's no wonder that after a couple of days of filing in and out of such buildings that I caught Pneumonia. In the middle of the night I was rushed to the Base hospital where I was admitted and would spend one blissful week recuperating.
After I was discharged from the hospital I found out that I had missed so many classes that I would not be able to make them up and I would have to start again in another unit.
Arriving in my new unit, I was quick to notice that the outside looked very nice, so I pretty much knew what to expect. I met my new drill sergeant for the first time getting into my locker, which was also a wall that separated the rest of us in the big bay. Opening my locker, I saw a cockroach making its daily rounds inside and my drill sergeant thinking himself funny, told me not to kill it but to get rid of it for we aren't allowed pets; I turned with a very hungry look and I told him that I hadn't eaten lunch and I could get rid of that cockroach fast! not knowing whether or not to take me seriously, he told me that in no uncertain terms that I was not to eat the cockroach but to kill it and get my bags in the locker. Well, me being such a good soldier and following orders, I got rid of my little roommate and went about my business.
Everything was essentially the same in the new unit, the yelling and screaming, P.T. and classes, but after awhile I began to find out that these drill sergeants had a sense of humor. Like the time out on the range where the drill sergeants would march us around in circles and sit in the inside and tell us the funniest jokes in hopes to get us to laugh and those who did ended up on the ground doing push-ups. Needless to say, I was not to long in going down and over to the side I would go to push-up and try and get the others to laugh and come join me.
Most of Basic training was like this, it has its high points and low. Like the obstacle courses and the 4 to 8 mile road marches, which were always a pain because it always hurt the feet and the feet are always known for big blisters.
The obstacle course was very challenging for it challenged you both physically and mentally because you had to keep your wits about too. The course started off with three different types of rope bridges, three-rope bridge (one you walk on and two to hang on to), the two-rope bridge (one to walk on and one to hold on to), and the one-rope bridge (where you must go hand-over-hand to cross it). After that you climbed the tower and swung over the pit and repelled down the 200ft. wall.
One of the worst parts of Basic was the live fire obstacle course where we would go after dark to begin. This obstacle course was to introduce us to combat simulation and primarily to scare the living shit out of us. We crawled over a wall and on our stomachs went underneath barb wire, over logs and stone while simulated artillery blasts were going off all around us and the drill sergeants were firing heavy duty machine guns over us. The reason we were doing this at dark was so we could see the love bullets going over because they were shooting bullets that burned brightly as they went across, which is what we call tracer bullets.
After all of the courses are completed we graduated our Basic Training and went on to our Advanced Traning where we are to learn our job; which mine was to be a supply clerk. Supply school was filled with a lot of paperwork and the lectures were enough to put to sleep an insomniac. It was very hard to stay awake during four-hour lectures and I even amazed myself to be sleeping standing up.
After learning about what I was to do in the Army and getting my new orders that I was going to Korea, I decided I would spend a week or two with my family in the comforts of home before the long 14-hour journey to the unknown land of Korea!
I hope you enjoyed this part of the story, stay tuned for part 3 soon.
Oh La La!!
All-Night.Org shows her new BRA!!!
Ack! My heart...
Mmmmmmm, a nice lacey thing too...
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 11:38 PM
I was suprised at the amount of offers I had this time. It gave me a warm feeling...somewhere.
[chuckles]
I do want to thank all that have bid for residency on my little stake in the woods of the blog-o-sphere.
Unfortunately there can only be one chosen, and for my tenant this week I chose
All-Night.org.
Maybe it's cause I work midnight shifts on the weekends, all night, that I seemed to take more notice in the name of the blog or perhaps it might have been a play on words and me being real tired when I read it
All-Night.orG.
I'll wait for that last one to sink in....
Need me to wait a bit longer? You sure?
Needless to say, it isn't a play on words, the site name is the site address and I am just being a bit of a goof.
So welcome
all-night.org, roll out the red carpet, set out some banannas from my personal stash and make her feel welcome.
Wish her encouragement and good luck with a possible new job. Moving from safety of one job to take a chance on another is always a scary prospect, one I have intimate knowledge of, so go over and give her some support.
How exciting though! I’m nervous as well. I’ve never left a job that I liked before. It’s going to be difficult since I like everyone I work with and have been with the dealership for about 5 years now. I need a change though and I really need a better paying job. I need to stop worrying about everyone else and start worrying about myself and making choices that are better for me, not those around me.
Go on, what are you waiting for, give her a click.
Go on, give some encouragement to her.
I asked nicely, don't make me get all Primate on your butts....
[chuckles]
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 9:14 AM
One thing I was required to do for an English / Writing class during my college days, was to write three chapters on my life.
Now, I did not exactly have an extraordinary life growing up, and nothing really enough to make writing interesting, except for the time leading up to and joining the Army.
I thought I would share that with you......
Introduction:
I never claimed to be a good writer and probably never will be, but as this story continues to unfold, take it as you see it and not with an interpreted hidden meaning and perhaps after all is said and done, we shall finish with nothing more than a light head and sweaty palms.
Let the story begin.......
It was within the days of my senior year in high school that I began to worry of the future. My grades were low and my ambition for college even lower; after all, I had just finished twelve grueling years of forced schooling and I didn't feel like taking on college level schooling with grades and seriousness so low. So as the time went on slowly as did my thoughts and options for the future and with nothing coming to mind, I found myself thinking of the military more and more. There were good reasons for joining, though right now I see them as petty; but the two best reasons as I saw them were that the military would help me lose the weight that I had been carrying around and that the military would also help with funding for my college education. As I thought about my options more and more I did not want to stay in Alpena and be a Whopper flopper. I wanted to see the world and to taste the fruits of life and experience that which no other would dream of trying or doing.
Of course, now that I made up my mind, the question now was what branch of service to go into. I sat for days thinking on this and I came to the conclusion that I didn't want to be in the Marines for I feel most of them are deranged; not in the Air Force, because I wanted to fly; nor did I want to be in the Navy and be trapped in a submarine under the sea for six to eight months with a guy named "Bubba". So that left the Army, with all it's guts and glory to be.
[Editors note: My writing was tongue in cheek for the most part, I have nothing against the different branches of service. My remarks on Marines were made after talking to a friends brother, where he explained how much fun it was fighting with wooden katanas and breaking his buddies arm, and his buddy cracking three of his ribs "playing" around. This is also after I wrestled with this Marine and he went a bit nuts on me thinking I was trying to kill him.
As for the Air Force, I wanted to fly, I wanted to be a pilot so badly (head in the clouds) but found it would take me 8 years of training before I even got near close enough to fly, and even then there was no guarantee I would be able to.
I just wanted to clarify this, since at the time I wrote this story I had not made this very clear.]
As I talked to the recruiter, (the type that would say or do almost anything to get your to sign; just like a used-car dealer) he told me about the great benefits and training I would receive; as if the hell of "training" was a gift that only I could receive. In all actuality the benefits were not that bad, for I did earn 2.5 days of month for vacation, free medical / dental, free food (that's what they called it), and free room and board.
I being gullible and naive as a country spud fell for it, as did the many others before and after me. The next thing I knew time had suddenly disappeared and it was time for me to take my leave.
The Detroit Metro Airport was filled to capacity as my mother and I joined in the jostling throng of people in a hurry to make it to their destinations on time. The time between my mother and I was spent in silence up until the final minutes before my boarding of the plane, for we both knew anything we said would make it that much harder to leave and so with tears in ours eyes we said our goodbyes.
The flight, long and with nothing to keep me intereted, was quite boring. I had to report to Fort Jackson, South Carolina for eight weeks of Basic Training and that alone probably made the flight longer than it should be. As I starred out into the starry sky with second thougts running through my mind, I felt the beginnings of home sickness creep over me as a few tears fell in silence.
The airport I arrived at was alike in many ways to the airport I had just left so many hours ago. I mingled with other people who wandered about, in hopes of finding my place to be. I was among many others as I found my way and finally arived with these others of different color and origin to a place where we would depart for the base.
We stepped out into the South Carolinian night and felt the suffocation as the humid heat reached out to embrace us. I, myself, felt this awful heat and being from a cooler climate most of my life, felt like I was dying and this was at night! So far I had only spent a few minutes in this new land and already I was beginning to hate it; so much for the ease and comfort of Army life....
This will be continued shortly with PART 2....
Meanwhile go check on my tenant, Neurotic Mom.
She has a very interesting post about "THE LAW IS THE LAW, so be it!" Talking about how they wish to take away "In God we Trust" on our money, "the Ten Commandments", letting the law be the law,
BUT there is something else she would like.....
Go read it and find out, because I completely agree with her.
Go on, what'cha waiting on? Click on her link.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 1:06 AM
Sometimes you just want to hang out with some friends, kick back and drink a few beers. Lose yourself in the company of others.
Friends don't care if your a mess, if you picked up after yourself, if there is food all over the floor..
Oh c'mon, how many real friends, have gone over, seen a pizza on the table from the night before and haven't just nabbed a piece and ate it cold?
Hell, when I was in the Army, I would grab a slice of pizza from the "everything but the kitchen sink" pizza we ordered the night before on my way out in the morning.
I have been thinking long and hard lately about a vacation and it was approved by my boss, so its off to Canada to visit my wife's brother whom she hasn't seen in sometime.
Have some time to relax, stretch out and eat some nuts...
Now personally, my dream vacation would be a tropical climate, say like Maui, watching sunset on the beach, curling your toes in the warm sand and letting the cool water rush over them. Floating in the ocean, watching the clouds slowly wander by or snorkeling and watch the beautiful underwater coral reefs....
...and lets not forget about drinking the Mai Tai's. I am definately a lover of rum.
Well, it may not be the "dream" vacation, I am still very interested in going here....
Niagra Falls!
Yup, the wife's brother, or my brother in-law (hmmm never really thought of him like that before...) lives I believe only a couple of hours away from Niagra Falls. Doesn't that look spectacular? I definately have to have the camcorder with us when we go. [makes mental note]
Of course he doesn't live to far from here, Toronto.
Damn it looks beautiful at night.
That tower you see is the CN tower, over 1,100 ft tall, with a glass floor and a rotating restaraunt.
"The floor in the 360 Restaurant rotates once every 72 minutes allowing you a complete and unobstructed view of the city below."It sounds like a great thing to visit, but I know there is not a chance in hell of going.
[chuckles]
Wife does NOT like heights, and a glass floor?!?!
I can just about quote my wife, "Your outta your friggin' mind..."
Yeah, well it still looks good.
Well, it's time to
pimp, errr, advertise for my new tenant, Neurotic Mom.
Head on over and see what is going on in that Neurotic mind of hers.
Don't tell her I sent you, for gawd sake, don't you realize she's friggin' NEUROTIC?!?! No tellin' what she might do to me...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 1:17 AM
Well it's been a hellish couple of days since my last post, and I apologize for not at least posting something.
If your old enough to remember the Beatles and their song, a Hard Days Night....
"It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog"
Well, my work has been working me like a dog alright. Muscles sore, knees hurt, back spasming....comes from clean jerking 1000 lb fully loaded system racks backwards on to a refrigerator mover by myself. Nothing like that to make you feel old real damn fast.
There was something about today, because everyone had a big case of the stupids today, and was hell bent on pissing me right the hell off. From the people who suddenly cut me off on the highway and I have to stand on the brakes not to make their little turd-mobile into something
this small! I mean, why the hell would you jump into the fast lane, darting in at your measley 45-50 mph right in front of people in the fast lane doing oh, 75 - 80 mph?!?!?! Big case of the stupids.
MMmmmm and you just HAVE to love the little old grandmas behind the wheel. I love old people, really, but please for the Love of God, when I can walk faster than your driving and have to peek in the window to see you since you can't seem to see over the steering wheel, I think it is time to give up your drivers license.
How many times have we heard about some real old person mistaking the gas pedal for the brake pedal and plowing into a crowd of people?
I mean the worse I do is talk on the cell phone, while adjusting the radio station, drinking my coffee and steering with my knees...and do I plow into a crowd of people, or mistaken where the break pedal is? Nope.
(that was a joke, laugh damn you)
Ah, lets see what else had a bad case of stupids......
The pharmacy assistant that cannot see the perscription right in front of her nose?
Her excuse?
"I was looking for a different size box...."
Umm ok, the perscription is in a white paper bag, and the name right in bold letters on the top, but she is looking for a certain size box....without opening up the bag?
Riiiiight.
10 minutes of hunting around, looking at the perscription 3 times and still missing it, looking through the computer, looking in several other places...till she finally finds it where she looked several other times.
One word for her .....
GLASSES!!Oh and to the young lady who decided to park illegally almost right behind me where I really couldn't back out of the pharmacy parking space...here is wishing you get the same treatment from someone with as much a case of stupids as you seem to have.
Ah, and the award goes to the young kid (boy I think), with short spikey hair, blonde line that went sideways across his head, wearing a thick white belt, earrings covering both ears, nose, eyebrows, lip and carrying such a big PURSE for a such a young man. Not that I have a single thing against gay people, but he just SCREAMED "I am gay" with how he acted, his voice, his clothing, and lets not forget his wonderful purse. What threw me was the girl that had her arm wrapped around his waist.
[chuckles]
Maybe its a new fashion.
What the heck do I know. I am comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt or late at night just a pair of boxers..
It's been a long, strange day today.
I wonder if it's a full moon tonight.....
Anywho, check out Neurotic Mom, my newest tenant, cause she has her Christmas Wish for Santa already....
Dear Santa,
I rarely ask for much. This year is no exception. I don't need diamond earrings, handy slicer-dicers or comfy slippers. I only want one little thing, and I want it deeply.
I want to slap Martha Stewart.
Now, hear me out, Santa. I won't scar her or draw blood or anything. Just one good smack, right across her smug little cheek.
Gonna have to click on my tenant to read the rest.....
or follow Neurotic Mom as she decides to make a Fruitcake with Whiskey......
....Turn on the electric mixer; beat 1 cup butter in a large, fluffy bowl.
Add 1 teaspoon sugar and beat again.
Make sure the whiskey is still OK.
Cry another tup.
Turn off mixer.
Break 2 legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Mix on the turner.
Gonna have to go visit her to see how her fruitcake came out cooking with Whiskey.....
So what are you waiting for, go on, get moving. Maybe she will share the Whiskey!!
And after a day like today, I could use a couple of shots......
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 4:19 PM
It is once again that time to roll out the red carpet and welcome a new tenant as they decide to take a sanity break.
In just her title alone, Neurotic Mom, this person seems to need a sanity break big time! Get to know a little about her, but to learn more you really should go visit her site....
I am a typical person, my family comes before my own needs. I like to help others that I see are in need, whether it's an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on, or passing on kids items to give another mom a helping hand.
So, welcome her and go check exactly how Neurotic she really is with posts such as:
Bitchology
When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.
Go visit her to read the rest of her post....
or read what she has to say about Faith Hill:
I watched the CMA's last night, yeah I actually got to watch TV for a change and it was quite amusing. Now don't get me wrong, I love Faith Hill's music and I don't plan on not listening to hers but I don't like the fact that she has "gone Hollywood". I don't mean moving to Hollywood, I don't give a rats ass where people live, I mean getting sucked into the glitz, glamour and shitty attitude.
Go visit her to read the rest of her post....
So what are you waiting for, go on, get moving.
You know you want to know the rest of what she has to say....
So get on over there and check out what she has to say.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 2:23 AM
I got to thinking about movies that I really enjoy, and the thought of why, and found most were because of humor and the amount it could make me laugh.
One of my all time favorites is Star Wars.
Most people would say "Luke is my favorite", but I always liked the smart-mouthed, wise-cracking types like Han Solo.
Click on the pic to see a Video Tribute to Indiana Jones.
Harrison Ford is one of my favorite actors, and enjoyed him in movies like Indiana Jones.
There is just something about these type of movies that I really enjoy, as I have been thinking about this, the more I realized that I like them because of the 'spit in the face of danger' type of attitude. When facing death, or a dangerous situation, they always have a little quip, or smart-ass comment about the situation.
And Indiana Jones, this character must have been who Murphy's Laws were written for, because if something will go wrong, it most certainly will.
[Indy signals his intention to cut the rope bridge.]
Willie Scott: Oh my God. Oh my God, is he nuts?
Short Round: He no nuts, he's crazy!
Then there is Jim Carrey, "He no nuts, he's crazy!" seems to fit him just right. While I don't enjoy all of his movies, there are certain ones I just love because it makes me laugh...like in the movie, The Mask.
[Pulls out a condom in front of a bunch of thugs]
The Mask: Sorry, wrong pocket.
[Lt. Mitch Kellaway finds a picture of his wife in the Mask's pocket]
Lieutenant Mitch Kellaway: Margaret! Why you son of a bitch!
The Mask: Jeez, I figured you'd have a sense of humor; after all... YOU MARRIED HER!
Or Bruce Almighty....
When Bruce first discovered he really did have the power of God, his first test was to part the.....Bowl of Tomato Soup!
And then he gets revenege on the person who he got passed over by for a better job as Anchor for the news, by making him talk gibberish while on a live broadcast. When I first saw this part I laughed so hard tears streamed down my face and I would rewind it and play it again and my wife would laugh till tears streamed down her face also.
I think that was one of the funniest things I have ever seen....
Evan: In other news, the Prime Minister of Sweden visited Washington today, and my tiny little nipples went to France.
Director: What did he just say? Check the prompter.
Technician: The prompter's fine.
Director: Evan, read the copy. Please, the copy's good, just... read it.
Evan: The White House Reception Committee greeted the Prime rib roast Minister, and I do the cha-cha like a sissy girl. I 'lika' do da cha-cha.
It is better watching the movie and not writing about it though....
There is just something about quick-witted movies and humor that will have you holding your sides and wiping your eyes because your laughing so hard.
If I get one wish, it is to laugh more, not that quick chuckle or lop-sided smirk, but a laugh so hard it is contagious and even though the person next to you may not know whats going on, they begin to laugh to...
Laughter, genuine laughter, really is the best medicine.
Don't forget to go visit my tenant, Blonde Chick Bloggin'.
[grabs a fist full of hair on the back of his head]Damn, I need a haircut!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 2:39 AM
Well, I am at a loss for words lately, since not much as been going. At least blog worthy.
Mild Rant starts:Would you believe that one of our local radio stations is already playing non-stop CHRISTMAS MUSIC?!?!?
Sheesh.
End of RantReminds me why when I was younger I got into making tapes of my favorite music because I couldn't stand listening to Christmas music all the time when it got around November / December.
Aaaaanyways......
Do you remember the Looney Tunes cartoon characters?
Who was your favorite?
Marvin the Martian was one of my favorites.
Favorite Line: "Oh drat these computers, they're so naughty and so complex! I could pinch them!"
Taz was another of my favorites.
Favorite Line: "Why for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?"
So who was your favorite and why?
Don't forget to go visit my tenant, Blonde Chick Bloggin'.
Need to make sure she feels welcome and that she is getting a her money's worth out of her
pimp daddy rental.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Posted by Break from Sanity @ 7:25 PM
It has been a very painful day for me.
Work tore me up with what needed to be done, so my shoulder sockets feel as if my arms are slightly out of joint, and hurts like hell to raise them. My whole body is one big ache, starting with my shoulders which has a nice upside-down U from shoulder to shoulder, which means the muscles of my shoulder got a helluva workout. Then my knees are in a world of hurt (not as young as I used to be) from the constant squats and then up again with heavy equipment for 6 hours.
Think I am getting old, I am writing this with a heating pad stuck to my lower back.
[chuckles ruefully]Oh well....
On the drive home I got to contemplating a few things.
My wife's friend (our neighbor) remarked how she doesn't know much about me, which is not uncommon for people to say about me.
See, my outward self, that which people see and interact with, doesn't show alot of emotion, especially to strangers or people who I do not know very well. I am not shy by any means, and I can be downright silly and perverted when I am comfortable with someone. My humor can tend towards the double-edged sword when speaking, and can mean something normal or outright perverted.
[lopsided smirk]But it is strange, my writing is more open and free. I can express myself easier, without fear of stumbling over my words or fumbling what I am trying to speak about as I do normally when I talk. It's like there is a disconnect at times between my brain and my mouth. I know what I want to say, my brain knows what I want to say, but it hits my mouth and comes out jumbled. It gets worse when I am nervous or stressed.
But my writing, I don't know how to describe it, my brain thinks it and my fingers write it. It is as I wish my mouth could be.
[chuckles ruefully]Besides in writing, I can backspace and correct my flubs and mistakes. I can't do that when I talk.
Don't forget to go visit my tenant, Blonde Chick Bloggin' and see the 13 things on her Christmas list.
Ever sort your kids candy, and take all the good stuff for yourself, and tell your kids that the candy your taking is bad.....
That snickers is bad, yucky, you won't like it. I will just take it and throw it away.....
[chuckles]
