the dot and the line

i loved this cartoon , so wonderfuly simple

Beauty

Dirty little monkey ...

Its been awhile and I've owed you a monkey ...... Yes its a dirty monkey , but aren't we all?

Twilight.....

The Sunlight came in through the window. It was not too direct , a soft
glow that filtered in. I got up and let the dogs out and brewed my cup o
joe (double cream double sugar). I went out side in full bed head to grab
that paper. One of the dogs barked to be let back in; its still to early
for them. They ran back up it was way too early for them. The paper, a
smoke and a cup. Its funny when you realize that you have grown up. Its not
when I bought my house or had my kids it was when I can enjoy the quiet in
the morning. You spend your youth trying not to be like your father ,
mother, aunt, uncle but in some strange way you enjoy that you have a
little bit of them inside you. I grew up with out a father. He was in the
house but not involved in my life. He worked 3rd shift and slept in the day
time. I think also that because his English was not that great (or so he
thought) he shyed away from anything to do publicly. My Uncle was my father
figure to me. He took me fishing , in to the city or to a Sox game. He
taught me how to be a man. How to talk as an adult and to other adults. To
try to do what you say you will. In general how to be a stand up guy. My
father is now retired. I get to see him through a new set of eyes. I get to
see him how I wanted him to be for me. He's a really good grandfather. He
loves his boys. Sacrifices were made. Time kept moving and years go by.
Yes it true I am an adult but I don't want to lose my childhood wonder.
I still want to be a kid inside. I like reading comics and watching
cartoons on the television. I also like my coffee and smoke in the
morning.....
I guess it a balance game. Too much one side and your immature if you go
the other way and you become crottachy (sp?). Find your balance point and
stay near it.....

Sad bbq.....

All I ask is that you call..... I had set up a BBQ at my house
yesterday for the guys from my work. Several guys said sure I'll be
there. All but one pulled a no show on me. That part that kills me is
that I spent $35 worth of meat. I had to grill it all so it would not
go bad. I froze what I could. Sausages, bbqéd pork and wings. Thats a
lot of meat. I made guac from tomatoes and peppers from my garden,
sliced cukes soaked in fresh lime juice. Well at least I ate very well
last night. Fuckers could have called it would have saved me some
cash........ I would have still spent it on food just not all on meat.
I hate when customers do the same, have some balls and tell me that
you changed your mind. You do all the work and hustle then they don't
call or show or retun your messages. Its the pussifacation of the
world. No one takes responsibility for them selves. Arrg its just me
bitching. Well I'm off to frolic in a bunch of cooked meat......

Fatty fat fat .....

I found this on youtube... I went to school with this guy and knew him as fat rob. He went from doing this comercial to dancing for the bulls during halftime. He then took all his money form that gig and went to indiana and bought enough fireworks to fill his car, trunk, backseat and front seat. He was busted by the ATF..... The comercial changed to using - I fought the law..... Peace.

I slept in the afternoon and feel better. The last post what a discription on how I felt. I could function if I had too but I had felt confused at work so I went home....

Smokes and cofffee.....

.ɹǝʇɐ1 ʇıq ɐ ǝɔuɐʇsqns ɟo buıɥʇɯos ʇsod oʇ ǝdoɥ ı ʍou pǝq oʇ buıob ɯ,ı .pɐǝ1 ɟo ǝpɐɯ ǝɹǝʍ ʎǝɥʇ ǝʞı1 ʇ1ǝɟ sǝʎǝ ʎɯ .ʇɥbıɐɹʇs ʞuıɥʇ oʇ pɹɐɥ ʇı punoɟ ı .sɹnoɥ 3 pǝʇsɐ1 ʎ1uo puɐ ʞɹoʍ oʇ ob oʇ pǝıɹʇ ʎ11ɐnʇɔɐ ı .sǝʞoɯs oʍʇ puɐ ǝǝɟɟoɔ ɟo sdnɔ 2 pɐɥ ʎpɐǝɹ1ɐ ı ǝɯoɥ ʇob ı ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ʎq .ɥbnoʇ ʎɹǝʌ sɐʍ ʇɹodɹıɐ ǝɥʇ oʇ ʎoq ǝɥʇ ǝʞɐʇ oʇ ɯɐ ǝǝɹɥʇ ʇɐ dn buıʇʇǝb pǝɹıʇ ɯı

Changes ....

It happens every time I go back home,things change. I visit with my
parents at their house. It's not my home any more. Granted many things are
the same but its not my place any more. The neighbor hood has changed and
there are new store fronts have come and gone. I almost feel like a
stranger in a strange land. The houses are all the same but all the people
I have known are gone. Things seem smaller. The park across from my house
used to seem grand and to take for every to walk across now seems small.
The creek behind my parents place was always a bit dirty as creeks go but
now seems choked with plastic bags and litter. The yards connected to the
houses that I knew seem so small. I know I am living in deep suburbia now
but then they seemed a nice size when I was there.
I sat outside their house and smoked a cigarette and listened. I
watched the kids run by smiling and playing. Riding their bikes and
dreaming kid dreams. I hope they can look back and enjoy where they are.
Innocence never lasts.
I went one step further and visited the apartment I grew up in. Well
not inside just the building. That was 100 years ago. I left that building
when I was in the fourth grade. Memories are what you make of them. Things
seem cleaner brighter bigger and thats OK as long as you remember the old
addage.... You can't go home again. Keep your memories intact. I guess
the better one may be ... Home is where you hang your hat.

Summer time blues....

My kids are gone for the whole month. Right now they are down state with
their grandparents. Living a quiet country life on a big plot of land.
surrounded by rural neighbors and corn fields. No 7/11's no Starbucks on
every corner, no mc donnalds every thirty feet, no yuppys. Traffic is
generally very light except during the rush our home,People coming and
going to the coal mine not too far away. It's kinda neat in a Mayberry
kinda way. Very down home people that are nice. I wish I had know my
grandparents. I only knew one, my grand mother on my moms side. Shes 94 or
85 right now. With my kids I am kind of jealous (in a good way). They have
both set of grandparents to know. I miss them but they need this grandma
time.
In one week they will go to Florida to visit their Uncle Joe for two
weeks. Sea World, gator land and a pool in the back yard. Nice Summer. I
wish my Summers as a kid could have been like that. A typical vacation for
us was driving 27 hours straight to Texas in Aug. dealing with the 115
degree heat and visiting cousins and aunts that I don't know or really want
to know.South Texas is right next to Hell. When Its my turn to go there
I'll be well prepared.
As for me Summer for my is the busy season. People have time to come out
and buy cars in to the evening hours. The day light is longer and the temps
are generally OK to go outside. I still have 2 weeks left and I know that
come November I will have 2 weeks left. I really do need to take time for
me to be me. Maybe a solo vacation ? Camping alone? A road trip? That would
be boring.... alone. I guess I don't want to take vacation. When I do I
generally work on the house- repainting, staining, etc etc..... Sorry to
bitch. Its a nice day out and I want to go out and have a beer, grill some
food and fly a kite....
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Summer time skirt steak steak --Arracherra (Roll your R's)
Skirt steak (Arracherra) bought in a Mexican Market 5 lbs or more.....
Opened, cleaned (fat removed) and run through a tenderizer
Lime juice (key lime is best)
Cayenne peppers, chipotle peppers
Orange juice
1 Beer
Salt and pepper
a drizzle of oil
Garlic - ??? Sometimes....

Cut the meat so it will fit on to a taco. That is the best size. That way
no knives are needed.

Mix the juices and rubs with the steak
Place in to a storage zip lock bag and hand mix
Leave in the fridge 1-3 hours
The acid from the lime and orange juice further tenderize the steak.

Grill on a hot coal grill (Webber is best)
Do not use a gas grill or I will lose respect for you...
Grill some tortillas , some guacamole, tomatoes , sour cream or nothing at
all and enjoy with a nice beer of preference.

Play with the combo of juices and flavors to what you like... Make it your
own style.

Death might not be so bad.....

Sometimes you lay there and think that death would be an good option. Late
last night before I left work they grilled brats and burgers to celebrate a
managers promotion. I had 2 brats and called it a late night at work. I got
home took a nice shower and chatted on line with finishing 2 beers and a
small pizza bread. 4am my eyes open up and I'm lying there in a cold
sweat. Cramps are going through my guts. I make it to the can and do my
business. This circle is repeated over and over until near 6am. I feel like
someone beat me up during the night. Fever and cramps, bizarre dreams
during the minutes before I have to go again. I'm laying in bed curled in a
ball and thinking that death might not be a bad thing. I've have had
stomach issues in the past so sever that I had to have surgery for it. I
was not too far from that feeling. I have had food poisoning before and it
was not pleasant. I know thats what this was. I don't wish it on anyone.
It feels like a nightmare. I think I drank a whole bottle of pepto.....
Mmmm Now thats tasty.
I'm at work now running on about 3 hours of sleep. I feel better but feel
tired and out of synch with my body. Like I'm renting it and I don't know
the controls. Some liquids in my system today and I'll be OK.

Quick rules
Keep it in the fridge
Wash it
wash after you cut it
cook it all the way through
and keep it clean
serve and eat right away.

Generic rules but these will keep you alive with food.....
Peace

PS Its diet Pepsi and soup for me today.....

Big Monster!!!

Just might be a lovecraft film....... I always hoped they would do somthing bid scale. The last Big big monster movie was Deep Rising. That had a hint of the old school giant monster movies. I'll take that over and Torture movie and day .....

PS I did enjoy Phantoms.... it had a certain quality to it that was scary like The prince of darkness.....

Tasty cakes...

This post is for one person only; I'm have a double chocolate tasty cake
right now. Chocolate filled with a chocolate top.... Direct from the
Jersey/Pa East Coast... Yummy. **Wink Neighbor brought me a box for dog
sitting for them.... Peace.

Happy 4th

Endless Summer ...

I actually had a chance to take my days off from work. I had spent the past
Sunday in the community pool with my youngest son. Personally I do not like
to swim. I took to the water much later in life and I can swim to save my
life but not to enjoy the water. Today was different the water was warm and
the Sun was high in the sky. We went in and I think he is part fish he
takes to the water very naturally. Granted his swims with a dough-nut
around his midsection, but he was kicking and crawling. We played tag and
raced each other to the ends of the pool. At one point I had him standing
in my hands and held him high in the air. Jump, splash and a laugh that
could melt your heart. We did this over and over until my arms were sore.
The pool was empty so his time was my time. No phones or emails. No dogs no
distractions. No sounds except for his laughter. I don't know how many more
lazy Sundays we'll have together but I hope I can remember all of them.
Most Sundays I play catch up for the week, laundry , yard work, maintain
the cars, visit my mom and dad, kids clothes, vacuum the carpets and try to
make Sunday dinner. Most Sundays I need a second day off to relax my self.
Arrggg, Calgon take me away... (do they still make that)?

My kids are leaving for a month. I will miss them. I know that their grand
ma and grand-pa need to see them as well. I grew up with out grand parents
so I am very jealous of the kids for having both sets to care for them.
They are lucky in that aspect of their lives. I guess thats what summers
are for. Going away from your every day and exploring. They will spend 2
weeks on the "farm" down state and 2 weeks in Florida. I hope that they
remember these young endless Summers.....

They don't have many friends yet. I remember (granted I was older , 10 or
so) the groups of kids playing hide and go seek, ghost in the grave yard,
bicycle races until our legs hurt, frozen pops, catching fire flies, just
talking,listening to WLS-AM radio, hop scotch,watching creature feature on
channel 9, soft ball in the park, ghost stories...I know I am short on the
list of things that I did, but does it really matter? As a kid you can pack
so much or so little in a Summer day. You can sit on the stoop all day or
go until your drop and be ready to go again the next day.

Peace....

Post script.

Oh god!!!, It came flooding back to me on how much of an Environmental
Terrorist I and my friends were as kids. I lived behind a local shopping
center. Within that center there was a Red Devil paint store. Once or twice
a week they would dump all these half empty paint cans in to the dumpsters.
My Friends and I would grab these cans and walk about a half mile to where
a creek ran in our neighbor hood. We would carefully tap the lids on then
throw the cans in to the creek. We would chase the cans and throw rocks
either in front of the cans to slow down your friends can or behind your
can to speed up yours. Every now and then a stone (5lbs or more) would
pierce a can and a trickle of paint would leak out of the can. It looked
like a chum like attracting sharks. The can would ooze its color out;blue,
red, white and avacodo green. We would go in to a frenzy because we knew
that the can would not be there too much longer. More stones were thrown
and waves were made. All until the cans reached a bridge about 4 blocks
away from where we started from. Again this was pre-Atari or right around
when it all started. I don't know how many cans or Summers we did this. We
would actually go outside and play with what we could.
Truth be told I think this is why I can go to and Earth day
celebrations.... (That and all the neo-hippys **wink)