Taking the Tumble

Everyone who reads this knows I've been on the hunt for a place to live. I am now out of my trailer, and have started moving on from it. I will miss it very much. It was my first taste of freedom and I loved living alone for awhile.

This entry today is not about my trailer, my living conditions, or anything else but my stupidity. As with most of my blog entries....let me explain :)

I went to a friends house to help her clean out her spare bedroom, because she had hurt her knee and couldn't climb stairs. This plays a big part into this tale later on....keep reading.

We're cleaning the bedroom and another friend and myself are carrying items upstairs for my hurt friend. I decide to get "cute" and do something stupid....something I need to stop doing before I end up killing myself.

I decide to try a stunt I used to do back in the days of my youth and fall down the stairs on purpose. I now know it's been far too long since I tried that, and I wish I wouldn't have....lol.

So, we walk upstairs to drop off the current load of stuff from the spare room. Afterwards, we are coming down the stairs, and I decide then to try the trick. I let my sock slip on one of the steps and start tumbling....however, I end up getting myself situated wrong in the tumble, and I get turned the wrong way. What was supposed to happen is that the main part of the fall and landing happen on my butt, but I landed on my knee, and seem to have damaged it.

I swear, the things I do to make people laugh and impress people. Needless to say, it got a laugh, but at what price?

I will let everyone know soon what the doctor says when I go visit him. Of course, I might make something up about my fall, because I can't let him know I did it on purpose.

In the meantime, the knee brace and the vicodins seem to work well :)

My First Relay Call

You all should know by now that I work in tech support. I've been with 2 different companies in almost 4 years, so it may be a safe assumption to say I know a little about what I do.

Well....one thing I have never, ever experienced until tonight was a relay call. For those not in the know, a relay call is where you have an operator tell you that he/she is speaking through a device to a deaf person, and that they require your assistance through the operator in order to fix whatever problem they may have.

As I said before, I have never experienced one of these in all my years of tech support, so it was definitely something new to me.

It all started out good and well as I gathered the info from the operator, and after that, the call went downhill rather quickly. The main reason it went so badly was because the guy on the other end of the phone (the deaf guy) thought he was more experienced and knew more than me....big mistake number 1 for him....you'll find out why as you keep reading.

I was told that he was wanting to create a home network by adding a router into his configuration....usually no big deal. I asked if he was currently online now and was told that he was....yet the modem was not connected. My first troubleshooting issue was how is that possible.

Eventually we got him straightened out as to how and why he was online, and also after many belittling comments toward me....big mistake number 2.

I finally got him connected the way he wanted to be connected, but the router address he gave to me did not match the one connected to his pc. He ended up hanging up, letting me know he was online. Problem is, I couldn't leave it like that, because he didn't have the router he claimed to have, and because I wanted a little payback for my treatment from him. Right before he hung up, I registered the router address he gave me....not the one he had.

Normally, this wouldn't matter much because his modem was already connected and online with the router.

Before he ended the call, I had told the operator to let him know that his internet connection wasn't going to last because the router address that was showing up on his pc was still listed as being used on somebody elses account. He told me he was a tech too, and now that it was working he didn't need my "help" anymore. Then he hung up.

After that, I went about making sure he wouldn't be online by resetting his modem and making it see the new information....which automatically put him back off the internet.

Final score.....Me:1.....Asshole:0

Sometimes it's good to have the power, and what's even better is that what I did wasn't wrong according to the rules of the place I work, so I laugh harder because not only did I still come out on top in the end, but I did it legally :)

Amazed

The Love of my Life is an amazing woman. She is extremely full of mystery and really cannot be compared to any other woman I've ever known.


I am missing her very much right now, and if she reads this, I want her to know exactly how I feel, and where I am for her.

With that said, I am putting up the lyrics to one of "our" songs.

I Love you and I Miss you.


"Amazed"


Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away

I’ve never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams

I don’t know how you do what you do
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever

Every little thing that you do
Baby I’m amazed by you

The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
Your hair all around me
Baby you surround me
You touch every place in my heart
Oh it feels like the first time every time
I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes

I don’t know how you do what you do
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever

Every little thing that you do
Baby I’m amazed by you

Every little thing that you do
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Oh, every little thing that you do
Baby I’m amazed by you.

Getting The Point

So you all know I have this girl at the bar that likes me.....a lot. Alice the Goon has got to be one of the most persistent people I know about trying to get with someone she wants, but can't have. I think perhaps a conversation with some discouraging words may help, but I'm still not sure yet.

I've tried to be as indifferent towards her as I can, but she seems to not get the point. I don't feel that way about her. My heart belongs to another. Every time I see her, she keeps asking if we can go out sometime, and she tells me how much she likes me, and generally tries to hang all over me. I act indifferent, but she doesn't get it.

It's a good thing she doesn't have my number, because I could see myself always blowing her off and telling her I was busy so I would not have to talk to her.

More than likely, she probably sees more there than there really is, and I'm not willing to accomodate her in any fashion. She would just be better to get on with her life and stop trying to get with me.

Now, as an added bonus, I know there are some that will say I am acting the same way towards the one I love, but trust me when I say, and leave it at, that this is a completely different scenario. Her and I have been together for a long time, and I've come to know how amazing she is, and how great a person she is, even if others seem to not be able to see it. I have been more than intimate with her, and I can still feel the magic between us, and see it in her eyes whenever I get a chance to see her.

I wonder how many people out there are living the life of Alice the Goon....trying to get with someone that doesn't want them, and not getting the point with the words and actions of the other person. Makes ya wonder....doesn't it? ;)

This May Take Awhile If You Have A Large Blog....

And I do.....oh how I do ;)

Questions

You ever ask someone a really weird, stupid, or just plain silly question? I know I did, and still do.

The other day I was out with a friend, and I asked my friend to smell my arm. I also asked if they would smell the other arm, as I didn't think they smelled the same for some reason.

I was assured that one arm did smell different, but it wasn't bad.

Which leads me to wonder about questions others have asked. Reply to me in the comments section....I am interested in dumb questions, silly questions, or just plain weird ones as well

Let the onslaught begin?....lol

I Work Where?

This is the story of something that happened to me on Tuesday, and I thought I would share it, because it's pretty damn funny...even if it did happen to me.

My day started out pretty normal. Soon I was about town and going places, doing things...you know...the daily hustle :)

So it comes time for me to be going to work, and I must have been on cloud 9 or 10 even (I had been having a great day), and I start driving to work.

I pull in the parking lot and start to open the door when I realize one critical mistake. The parking lot I pulled into was the one of my last job, where I no longer work.

That's right...go ahead and make fun...lol.

I went to the wrong job, but let's just say that Tuesday was a great day to go to work wrong, and I'd happily do it again :)

The Ring

Everyone who has ever seen me sees that I wear a little ring on my left thumb. I'm sure at one point in time, thumb rings were in style and all the rage, but that isn't why I wear mine.

People have seen it and asked if I'm gay, to which I respond that I'm not, and that this ring has significant meaning to me. I will proceed to tell of the ring, and why it means so much to me.

The ring is a little silver ring that has a chain like design on it. That's really all there is to it...well, a little black in between the "links" of the chain, but that's it. I'm not sure how much it cost, nor do I care.

This ring will more than likely never be worth a lot of money, but to me, there isn't any amount of money that could buy it from me. To me, this ring is priceless.

The ring was given to me on a "holiday" called Sweetest Day. I know that it is a made up holiday from the greeting card companies, but so what. It is now an official holiday in my book.

I was in Chicago with the love of my life and a couple of other friends. I had never heard of this Sweetest Day before, but it has struck a chord in me ever since. The love of my life gave me the ring, and told me how much she loved me. At first, it was very hard to wear, as I am "not" a jewelry person. Needless to say, it took some getting used to. I got to the point that I was wearing it every day, and every time I looked at it, I would think of her. I still do, even now.

The ring has now become a symbol of the love we have for one another...a chain that cannot be broken by the boundries of being apart, or time, or anything else. I never remove this ring from my thumb, and more than likely never will.

I wear this ring, and I feel she is with me all the time, even though I know she isn't. I eat with it on, sleep, shower, and everything else with this ring on. It has become a part of me....a part of my life now, as she has. I feel as though I would be lost without this ring....without her.

This ring solidifies my love for her, and my never ending struggle to prove my love and my worth to her. I will continue on, no matter what the cost, and this ring, as my love for her, will remain forever strong.

When I die, I will be buried wearing this ring.

It may not have cost her much, but now, the only way someone would be able to get this ring from me would to pry it from my lifeless hands. This is how much this ring, and her love, means to me.

I can't say if I'll be alone for the rest of my life, or if I'll have her in my arms again, but I do know that this ring will never leave my side.

To the love of my life.......I Love You more than time can tell, more than words could ever say, and more than you'll ever know.

Time

Everyone has always spoken of the significance of time, and I've always had to listen to someone tell me about it.

You know what I mean...Be on time to work, time waits for no man, etc, etc...

What nobody ever did tell me is that there is more than one kind of time, and it took the woman I love more than myself to help me see that. Allow me to explain in greater detail for those who are behind now.

First, you have normal time. This time goes by normally....a second is a second, a minute is a minute, and so on. Most people experience this time all of the time.

Then you have the kind of time that seems to be more than what it really is. For instance, a few days can seem like a few weeks. I get in this mode a lot, especially when I miss the love of my life.

Then there are times when time seems to stand still....perhaps in the arms of someone you care about, maybe sharing a dance, and looking deeply into the other persons eyes. Suddenly, everyone around you disappears, and it's only the two of you, and for that short moment, time stands still....until something shocks you out of it.

The best though, is where time doesn't exist. I don't know how many people have experienced this, but I am very happy to have been able to. This is where time has no life or meaning. In my case, for example, every time I was with the love of my life, time would first stand still, then stop completely. It would be only her and me in the world and nothing else would matter at all. This kind of time is the best, because you know, you just know that nothing can change or break what you have, or how you feel about the other person. I like this time the best, and I live in this time for the love of my life, hoping one day she'll be back in my arms again, bringing me many more moments of timelessness.

1000 Hits!!!

Wooohooo....my blog has finally gotten 1000 hits!

I know it hasn't grown as much as someone elses blog ;) , but hell, it makes me happy to know that I have enough readers to even come close to 1000 hits.

Thanks to everyone who comes and reads this blog :)

Tale of the Poison Cake

Here is yet another incident I've had with cakes. I will warn you that it is kind of gross, and that I wasn't really sure what I was thinking when I was doing this, but the story must be told.

I now leave you with the tale of the poison cake.

This takes place during a time when I was really, really broke, and always really, really hungry. About all I had in the cabinets was a German Chocolate cake mix, and it really wasn't even mine...it was my moms.

I had all the ingredients lying on the counter to make a spectacular cake. I put the water and oil in a bowl, and then started adding the eggs. Mistake number one. The eggs I was using had expired the summer before, and were pretty old. I noticed something was amiss when I cracked the first one into the bowl, and tried to break the yolk, but it wouldn't break. I was able to scrape that one out of the bowl and tried every one of the rest of the eggs with the same effect. The last egg I decided to use brute force on to break up the yolk as much as I could.

I get it mixed in, so it was time for the mix. I open the box with the mix in it, and pull out the bag of cake mix, only to see a web inside the bag. This was no small web either. It practically took up the entire space that the air in the bag was occupying. How a spider ever survived in there I'll never know.

I open the bag, and remove the cobwebs, then pour the cake mix in with the rest of the ingredients. I mix it all and pour it into the cake pan.

I bake it for the appropriate amount of time, and take it out. It "looked" amazing. It was soft and fluffy like a good cake should be, but the smell was off. I really can't describe the way it smelled, but it wasn't really pleasant, but it wasn't foul either. I let it sit on the counter, and the more I looked at it, the more hesitant I was about eating it. It cooled down, and a funny thing started to happen. It got hard. I'm not talking about the way a cake usually cools down and starts to gain consistency, but it physically hardened. By the next day, I had a brick instead of a cake.

I decided at this point that I was definitely not going to eat the cake, and I threw it away.

I don't think I'm going to use old ingredients anymore, as this one was an experience.

Maybe you all think I should stop cooking altogether?

Burnt the Cake!

My sister had a birthday on Saturday. She turned 26, and seeing as how I wasn't really able to buy her a gift or anything, I decided to make her a cake....or try to.

I visit the local Kroger store and buy a chocolate cake, naturally because she is a chocolate fiend....seriously. I get everything I need to make the cake, and chocolate frosting too. Then I go home.

Once I get home, mixing the cake isn't a difficult task, and I think I do pretty well on it. I pour the mix into a cake pan, preheat the oven and place the cake in for the time specified on the cake box. All seems well from this point.

I go to check on it after awhile, and I see the beginnings of smoke starting to drift out of the oven. I open it up to get even more in my face. I couldn't really tell if it was burnt too badly or not, because the cake was dark, but I'm fairly sure it wasn't supposed to be as dark as it was. The smoke also tipped me off too.

I was panicking, not knowing what to do, so I took the cake outside and set it by my tree.

I'm starting to think I should give up on cooking, but I don't think I will. I may fall every now and then, but I feel I'm making progress. I mean, I make a mean bowl of Ramen noodles ;)

So to my sister, Happy Birthday!

I promise I'll get your cake to you soon, and it won't be burnt :)

*Sigh*

Well, I had a couple of blogs tonight, but when I tried to publish them, only the titles went through, so I had to delete them. Perhaps tomorrow they will all work...lol.

I'm also missing my one and only love, I need her tonight. I need the feel of her skin against mine, her voice, and I need to see her smile, and look into those eyes.

I think I'll go home and dream about that.

More blog tomorrow y'all :)

Super Dog!!

I'm driving down the road, minding my own business when this little Scotty dog runs out in front of my truck. I barely miss hitting the little ball of fur, and as I'm driving away, I see the dog has tags on, so I decide to try to get him and take him back to his owners.

I pull my truck into a church parking lot and get out, running after the dog. After about a minute of me chasing him, he decides to look back and he sees me, and puts on a burst of super dog speed.

I also started running faster but I had no chance in hell of catching that little bundle of fur. I finally decided to stop chasing Superdog because I had gotten severely tired and way out of breath....I mean, I am out of shape ya know.

I practically had to crawl to get back to my truck, and when I got in, I had to take a few moments to catch my breath. Then I drove off again, and hoped Superdog would be fine.

I'm hoping nobody saw me running too much, because I'm very sure that it would have been too funny to see :)

A Real Life Family Guy

I like the show Family Guy. I think it's one of the funniest new (old) animated shows out now.

That being said, I've run across a picture of the real life equivalent of Peter Griffin. Look below and be astonished.









Ok, I know this is a fake picture, but it is soooo funny. This guy looks like Peter Griffin....can you imagine how popular he is now.

Ok, I'm done...I need to go laugh silently in the corner now ;)

Gas Gouging

Don't you just hate a company that will try to take you for every red penny that you have. I know I do. I especially hate companies that jack up the rates of their gas prices just because they can.

Keeping this in mind, I'm announcing my official ban of Speedway stores. Let me tell you why.

A few days ago, gas was down to $2.01 a gallon....not a good price, but better than I've seen in a very long time. The very next day, gas jumped up to $2.19 a gallon. So much for me saving money on gas that week...one day and it was gone.

Before this particular day, I was a very loyal customer to Speedway, and I even have one of their "Speedy Rewards" cards on my keyring. However, on the day gas jumped up to $2.19 most places, Speedway jacked theirs up to $2.35 a gallon. I couldn't believe it. I was running low on gas, and I would have rather run out of gas than to pay that price, especially when gas was 35 cents cheaper the day before.

I decided it must be a fluke, so I drove into the station, next to the pumps. I should have seen the price as being the same as everyone else, but it was as the road sign displayed...overpriced and all. I drove away thinking I would try another, being that different locations will charge different prices, depending where you are. I drove about 2 miles down the road and saw another Speedway charging the same price. I continued to drive, and saw a BP, who I used to loathe because of their jacked up prices, with gas at $2.17.

You already know I stopped at BP to make my gas purchase. Then I continued my trek to work, and passed 2 more Speedways, all with prices that were jacked way up.

It was then that I decided that I was going to buy gas there no longer. They may be able to price gouge like that, but not with my cash.

I'll still shop there for snacks and money orders, because they have plenty of both for cheap, and I still have points for free stuff on my card, but until they can stay within at least the range that everyone else is, they'll never see another penny from me for gas again.

Sorry

This is for those who may have tried to call me today but got nothing, not even the answering machine.

The storms knocked out my power, and as far as I know, it's still out. I hope anyone who may have called didn't think I was on the other line and not clicking over, because today that definitely wasn't the case.

On a funnier note, I had to get ready for work by candlelight tonight. It was really relaxing in the shower with the dim lights, but a pain in the ass when trying to fix my mop of hair.

Alice the Goon

So I always go to this little redneck bar to sing karaoke. I go there 5 times a week, and take 2 days off. I know some of you might think I'm an alcoholic or something, but I don't drink.

I have to tell you about the bar because there is someone there who drives me insane, and I'm going to tell you all about her exploits.

I call her Alice the Goon. If you used to watch the old Popeye cartoon, then you've seen her. This particular Alice doesn't look like the one in the cartoon, but that's not always a good thing.

I'll start by saying ahe likes me...I'm guessing she likes me a lot. I don't like her like that. Everyone who knows me knows my heart belongs to someone already, and has for an incredible amount of time.

Her exploits begin last Tuesday. She's there when I get there, and as soon as I hit the door, she's on me like velcro. She likes to hang on me, and I try to ignore her, because I don't want to hurt her feelings. I think, however, that if she keep it up, I'll have no other choice.

So she's hanging all over me, and wanting to dance to every song. Things like that. Keep in mind that this is the first night of a long week of her.

Wednesday, she's there again, and as usual, as soon as I hit the door, she's on me again. Thursday, she tries to grab and start holding my hand, but I tell her no. She keeps trying to get me to put my arm around her, and I say no to that too. I did get a break for about an hour when she disappeared out to the parking lot with someone. When she returned, she had a certain smell on her, but I won't go into all that. Near the end of the night, she starts flashing the DJ and myself, and at that point, I look for something sharp to use to gouge my eyes out. Then she's on me until she leaves again.

Friday, as soon as I get there, she's asks me if she could talk to me outside, and when we get outside, she tries to kiss me. I tell her no once again, and walk back inside the bar.

It's clearly obvious at this point that she isn't taking the hint. On New Years Eve, I had her friend talk to her, and she has backed off a little. Let's hope this lasts. I don't want to be mean to her, but I'm sick of her not getting the point yet.

That is the tale of Alice the Goon.

What I Did For New Years

New Years was fairly uneventful for me. I mostly sat around the house most of the day, and went to the bar I go to around 10:30 or 11:00. Then I sang karaoke and was just having a fairly good time. Around 2am, the love of my life showed up and we had some songs and some dances together, and we both gave our Jenny a neck massage.

There was a lot of drama there that night, but none because of us.

After the bar closed down, I was walking them out to their car, and I saw a guy across the parking lot with his pants around his ankles.

He saw us walking and started to pull up his pants and approach us. From the distance I heard him ask her and I if we were both chicks. I said no, and he seemed surprised to hear that. He got closer and then told me that I was a purty man....lol.

I was apprehensive, because the last thing I wanted on the first day of a new year is to be cornholed by a drunken redneck.

Then I said my goodbyes to my two favorite ladies, and I went back into the bar to help clean it up a little.

After we got that done, I went home and had sweet dreams of my love.

And that's what I did on New Years.

Happy New Year!!

I know it's a little a little late for it, but I want to wish everyone that reads this blog a very Happy New Year.

I know I'll be trying to make 2006 a lot better than 2005.

Ok, somebody blow one of the New Years Party Favors so we can break this celebration out right :)