Grace in Unity, that's the name of the candlestick holder. My friend Dave ordered for his wife and had me give it to her on his wedding day. The other picture is from the Tampa airport. I hate flying. I used to not mind it. Hell, I once liked it. I just don't get how they can treat us, the paying customer, like shit. I know it's because they figure they have no competition but I know my truck can get me there in almost the same time as your screwed up planes and my knees won't be in my asshole. I moved from the love and that is a bad thing since the point was the power of faith in another. As they day, find yourself a woman and you'll find love someday.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
it's all about the love.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Trying the tech thing. needless to say, good people make the bs tolerable.
Sphere: Related ContentWednesday, May 20, 2009
he's cute.
That's my boy. He's not crying in this picture. He likes to cry. I don't much about kids so I can't brag about fantastic he is. He eats, poops, sleeps, and hollars. Actually, he's starting to smile and playing a smidgin. It's weird trying to figure out what a baby sees and knows. I'm pretty sure it sucks with all the lights and noises and everything must hurt.
I got back to the odd adventure tale. I think I needed a bit of headspace and months of math problems has done that. Beyond that, not much to report from the land of me. Have fun and smile well.
Monday, May 18, 2009
hey tralala
This is not the best picture I could take of one of the cooler things I have made. It's a candlestick holder for friend. It's the first piece I have made with a meaning. Be curious to know what you think it is. I'll let those who are interested know when I get another picture up since it the piece is a surprise.
Been busy with the work and the baby and not really worrying about the vagueries of the rest of the world. That's how they get you. The other way is by the man being hell bent on screwing those trying to make it while giving the world to the lazy. We decided to try and apply for food stamps because food is good and we are barely making it. Turns out, they would give us free everything if I up and quit and sat on the porch drinking beer all day. The social benefits should go to those trying. It's a positive reinforcement. Too little of that in this land. Same with teaching kids. No, no, no. Don't touch that. Be quiet. Stop. Support and promotion of good habits and choices goes a lot further than penalizing the bad. What do I know. You can carry a gun into a Tennessee bar but not a cigarette. The logic defies me. Silliness, I tell you. Probably some other interesting observations but they fail me at this moment.
Kids are neat. Different than grownups and less bastardly.
Monday, May 11, 2009
what you know about all that.
I've been waisting too much time and been too busy to care. I decided that I'm tired of being broke and a quick view of hospital bills made me hate something that I can do nothing about. I thought maybe I could start another pointless revolution. Then I figured I just need to find ways to make some more cheese. This led me to remembering that the broken system does provide the individual motivation. If it was free and easy, great works would not be finished and the improvement through hard work would be a distant dream of all the fat and lazy cats licking the sunshine of a perfect society. There's more to say on that but I've got to get back to the this job of mine.
These are some wacky pictures. I like them. Who knows if you do. Ha.
Monday, May 4, 2009
it's 4:00 a.m. and there are construction workers in the new building across the way
It's some time in the middle of the night and I think I'm too tired to fall back asleep. Poor kid is feeling like crap and they got him on enough medicine to make me want to rip my stomach out through my throat. He's doing better and I have learned a thing or two. Not even the smart men in white coats know whats up with babies. They just start testing until they find out what's wrong. Makes sense considering the array of symptoms consist of sick feeling and crying. I need to get some new and interesting reading material up here.
Politics are boring as ever and I doubt anyone that reads this would care to hear what I think about playoff hockey. This was just something to spit out so that I might fall asleep and I think it's gonna work...unless someone starts feeling extra shitty.
On another note, how can one have semi-solid crap from a liquid diet?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
it's raining and i don't like hospital guest bed things
Turns out, the crying all night was him trying to tell me that he was sick. I have learned that I dislike the hospital waiting room way less than the young people's e.r. waiting cell. It is even less fun with all the swine flu papers on the wall and everybody wearing masks and the news people being all scary.
I will say that my boy is pretty damn tough. I watched him get a spinal tap with nary a whimper. I probably would still be swearing and moaning if someone stuck a needle in my back. He's regained his color and his fever has subsided so the antibiotics seem to be working which hopefully means he doesn't have anything severe.
The most touching part of the whole adventure to date happened when I came home to get toothpaste and the like. My dog was whimpering and confused, she knew her baby person brother was sick and he wasn't home. That's my dog in the picture. She's the sweetest most useless animal. She rolls in stinky shit and sleeps on the bed when no one is home. Well, I've got to continue helping a young man write a paper about The Great Gatsby.
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