Monday, 6. October 2008, 04:05:11
I'm not blaming Opera. I keep deleting my posts on accident. I write a long post on my BlackBerry and then hit the ESC key instead of the menu key. I'm back to the page with no text in the edit box.
So, I've gotten frustrated and taken my ball and gone home. I'm back to mms posting. Please excuse the verizon garbage at the end of the post.
Now, I find myself watching football. I don't understand that. I mean - I understand the game. I don't understand me watching it. I have things to do, but I'm being lazy. Huh, I guess I do understand.
I guess I did have a fairly busy. Saturday. Mostly, it was getting things done for the kids. I got rid of some junk out of the garage. I just didn't seem to do anything that made me feel good.
Friday, I got up at 2:30PM. I only went to bed at 11:00AM. Then, I went grocery shopping, and fixed dinner. I drug around a while and went back to bed.
Saturday, I got up 9:30ish. Worked on the car with my son a little. Then, there was an eye doctor appointment that I had to chauffeur for plus getting the new lenses. Watched a ball game and don't remember the rest.
Sunday: Church and then a nap. I'm a zombie until after noon because of my meds. More chauffeuring. Another stupid ball game sucked hours out of my day. I did clean the shop a little, but there was no project progress.
Hopefully, I will be able to get my not-daughter qualified for subsidized insurance tomorrow. I'm hoping so. She needs it. Although she'll claim that she doesn't. I wish that she would let us adopt her, but I understand her feeling like she would be betraying her dad.
My youngest made a cell phone and TV remote holder for herself yesterday. She might be my little engineer.
Still no reAl news here. In one of my deleted posts, I talked about hanging a car in a swing in my garage. No more 2nite.
Tuesday, 30. September 2008, 18:40:13
A tail of trOuble between a leaky washer and a cheap Geek:
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Friday, 5. September 2008, 17:39:52
Just the latest news. Nothing really amazing.
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Sunday, 17. August 2008, 07:37:58
So, here we are. An unlikely two of us - my komrad and me. We're from really opposite ends of the spectrum.
Just so everybody gets this straight - I work with Joe. He's from the old USSR. Now he's a 'Merican jus' like me.
We make a pretty good team fixing things I guess. If product isn't rolling out the shipping doors, we won't have jobs for long. It looks pretty good right now, though.
If only everybody else thought haviing a job in a place that was busy was a good thing, we'd probably feel a little more comfortable. It boggles me how sometimes people think we'll keep our jobs, if the company doesn't make money off of our efforts.
So, today we turn ninety- four. Who'd have thought it. For a couple of old farts, we're pretty lucky to have a good shift to work with here.
There's always something that needs done around here. We usually manage to get it done
Well, anyway here's to my buddy the cosmonaut. Happy Birthday, Joe - or whatever your real name is.
Ps. This is copied to Joe. He's not a blogger.

Friday, 15. August 2008, 05:54:17
I got my required annual trainer training today. I have to train people in my workplace. So, I HAVE to attend this training. Now, I'm good to go on doing what I've been doing for over four years in my current job.
I need to look and see if I learned anything. If I didn't, then I didn't do a very good job.
What of this task of training? I have a decent capacity for it. I'm probably not the most consistent at it. My method is sound according to our training department. I should be doing a fairly good job at it.
I'm not sure, though. I'm not sure of a lot in my workplace. I function pretty much without supervision. That leaves a lot of room for not seeing myself through the eyes of my peers. I'm not even sure that I want to do that.
Let's take for example my completed assignments. Do I do my fair share? What is my fair share? Perhaps I should judge myself based on my own thoughts. I've been told that I'm my own worst critic - as are most people .
....Sorry, I dozed off while writing this post and lost my train of thought. What I had so far makes sense, but I have no idea where it was going.
Wednesday, 13. August 2008, 15:10:13
funny, Camping, RV
A snippet of my travels and a picture from someone else's
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Sunday, 10. August 2008, 02:52:41
My links to three Olympic teams.
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Saturday, 9. August 2008, 02:07:29

I don't know why I can't be me. I know who I want to be. I want to be the person that makes you feel welcome, the person to brighten up your day, the person that you want to be with, BUT I don't want to be the person that compromises what is right to be those other people.
There is right, and there is wrong. I do believe in absolutes.
People don't like that.
There are things I want to do, but sometimes I would rather lie in a dark room and type on my phone. Those times are hard to deal with - when your chemical imbalance makes the stairs out of the basement look like something that Sir Edmund Hillary wouldn't brave.
Someone slights you. You just wish that they would stop. You don't hold it against them. It's just splinters under your fingernails when they do it. You messed up. You know it. You don't want to be reminded. They have to rub your nose in it.
The thing just isn't important enough to worry about. It's like they're testing you to see if you'll react. The imperfect in you just has to oblige.
It's a moment - nothing more. You erupt in reaction, but then you're done. It's like jabbing a dog with a sharp stick. Something's gotta give. It's just a reaction to pain.
You can apologize, but they see you as the snapping dog all the time. You would think they'd quit with the stick already.
You can get the meditating smiley here: [img]
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Saturday, 9. August 2008, 01:30:37
RV, Camping, funny
This is too hip!
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Sunday, 3. August 2008, 00:28:14

A $4 foot long! When I get a sub sandwich, I like it like Dagwood - everything! They always have trouble folding mine when they get done building it. It's like a salad on a bun with a little lunchmeat and cheese.
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