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nicole1

Well-known member
Well said. But we have to let it go. It provided entertainment for us all and we had a nice chat. I'm sure he'll pop up again to bother us some other day. We can only hope that he learns to control that anger and find happiness. The sun shines, it rains, and we can enjoy it all! He has to learn that for himself instead of mistrusting why it is a fact that the grass is green.
 

Odo

Banned
Last night after logging out of the forum here, and after several glasses of bourbon, I thought it would be a good idea to crawl under my home and have a look at the pipes that I fixed the other day to make sure no more problems had developed (this was bad idea #1...). So I go and change into work clothes and an old pair of boots and get a flashlight. All was well under the house thank goodness. Then, standing in the yard in the midst of a light rain, I notice a shingle has blown off my roof. No problem, just get a new one out of the garage and nail it on and it's fixed. So I go get my ladder (this is bad idea #2...). For some reason it didn't click in my mind that I had dry dirt all over my boots that has now turned to mud from the rain, so I fix the spot on the roof by the light of a trusty flashlight, and I stand up to walk back to the ladder to climb down and my left foot slipped due to the mud on the boot and the wet shingles combined with an alcohol fog in the brain and... well... I fell off the roof. After hitting my face on the ladder on the way down. It knocked me unconscious for some time and I woke up laying face down in my back yard, in the rain. So now I have a big bruise and a deep cut right in the middle of my forehead and I will be going to my cousin's funeral tomorrow looking like this. I got up and put my tools away and went inside and got in the shower and cleaned the cut as best I could. I waited until daylight when the wife woke up and had her sew the cut shut. Nothing fancy, one of her sewing needles (sterilized) and some black thread. I must say, she did a bang up job. It looks professionally stitched. She put 14 stitches on it to close it up. Luckily, my head was still numb so I didn't feel her sewing me closed, I'm not that tough. So I'm finished fixing things for a while. It's going to be interesting explaining that to family members tomorrow but maybe if I keep ice on it and think happy thoughts the swelling will go away by then. Cross your fingers for me, huh? :thumbup:

You're Rambo!
 
After leaving the funeral service thing for my cousin today, I came away feeling very thankful for my three healthy, beautiful, children and my healthy, beautiful, wife. I'm so very lucky mere words cannot describe it. I feel so bad for my great aunt, losing her child. I don't ever want to experience that. I can't imagine what she is going through. At the same time it makes me feel so lucky to have my wife and kids but it scares me, the thoughts of losing one of them. I love them more than life itself, and I would protect them to my dying breath. After we came home all I could do is get all three kids on my lap and hold them, hoping I never lose any of them. They are my life.


On a lighter note, after seeing a neighbor girl in passing a few times and making small talk, I saw her the other day and she started fishing for compliments (saying she needs to be prettier, calling herself ugly, etc.). So, being the flirt I am in person, I gave her some compliments, in a light hearted way, and half joking. Then she handed me a piece of paper with her phone number on it and a picture of her. She might be 18,... maybe. And I won't call her, I didn't talk to her with that being my goal at all. Don't get me wrong she is pretty, and friendly. But she is way too young and still lives with her parents. Not to mention, I'm happily married. If I was single, sure, I'd call her. Maybe she just wants to be friends? I can do that, to a certain extent. In person I'm told that I flirt but I don't mean anything by it, I just do it. She waves at me every day when I leave for work and she brought me a drink one day in the summer when I was cutting down some trees but I figured she was just outgoing, especially when she stood around making small talk for the better part of an hour. Every now and then when I'm outside she'll walk over and just want to talk, about growing up and relationships and jobs, nothing at all really. But this has me puzzled, like... does she just want to be buddies and give me a picture of her or does she want more? I know what I believe she wants but why? At first I thought she wanted to hook up but now I'm not sure, maybe she really didn't mean anything by it. Ah, who knows? Opinions, anyone?
 
If I were wealthy, I'd love to travel to a third world nation and drill a well in a village, then install an electric pump to be ran off a generator, with a manual pump for backup and a nice reservoir holding tank (rust proof), at least a thousand gallon tank. I'm talking about a deep water well, with a good yield. Hard to believe clean water is such a precious commodity when we flush toilets with it here, it's a shame. That's what I want to do one day.
 

Odo

Banned
Ha ha ha not hardly. Not by a long shot. But thanks :)

I'm just saying that if the Cold War heats up again and there's a market for real American heroes, you might want to consider coming up with a list of catchphrases.
 
After a solid 10 years of wearing steel toed boots (and puncture resistant) as a job requirement, I've reached a point where I can't find any comfortable ones. My old ones ( which have been discontinued) are worn absolutely out and my new ones give me blisters. Looks like a shopping trip is in order *gags*. I hate shopping. But, my job requires them. And in the environment I work in, I want them. I find it increasingly hard to find work boots that are not insulated, or waterproof. These otherwise great features make me sweat excessively and keep athletes foot. Even in the coldest parts of the winter here, I do very well without insulated, waterproof, boots. I've also realized that arch support is a great thing to have as my new boots have none that I can find. They felt great in the store, but after standing in them for two weeks I've realized that they simply will not work for me, after spending $175 on them. This sucks!
 
So I went shoe shopping today, after visiting four different stores, I came home empty handed. I gave up on puncture resistant, because I don't plan on walking on a bed of nails any time soon but I have to have steel toe boots. I used some epoxy glue to try to keep my old boots going for at least another week or two. Honestly, all I want are steel toed, black, combat boots like my old ones. Nothing fancy. Ugh. I prefer the color black for my work footwear because of all the oil and cutting fluids that permeate my clothes on a daily basis, they turn brown boots the most hideous color after a few days so it's better to buy black ones from the get go. I hate dealing with sales people as well, especially the young girl who knew nothing about men's work boots, she tried but she just couldn't grasp what I needed. "Sir, these here are like tennis shoes, they're light." I reply, "I need leather boots, not athletic shoes." She says "But people like these cause they're light and they look cool." I say "Ma'am, I work in chemicals, gear oil, and red hot steel, I need leather for a reason." She really tried to be helpful though. The old store where I had bought work clothes and boots for the last decade has since closed, I was disappointed to see that it no longer exists. The old man who owned the place knew exactly what men who work in heavy industry needed and he kept a great selection of top brands in his store. About once a year I'd go there and buy myself a new pair, which wasn't ever a problem. And while I was there I'd also buy several pairs of work gloves and other sundry items I normally use. That ship has sailed, unfortunately. Looks like I'll be buying online. Sigh. I miss that old mam & pop place sooo bad right now, and the old man that knew exactly what I always bought. And that store was never crowded, but the ones I went to today were so crowded I had to force myself to go inside and look around. :eek:mg:
 
I had the best dinner today I've had in a long time, breaded pork chops with gravy and potatoes and yeast rolls, then a home made Dutch apple pie for dessert. Ate like a king. Then we went to see my grandparents as I usually do on the weekends. Luckily I didn't have to fix anything this weekend and it was nice. I still need to make a trip to the liquor store and the boot store (40 miles away) which I plan to do Friday evening. I'm sure when we're there the wife will want to go to the mall *gag*. I hate the mall. Actually it's just the crowds of people I don't want to be around.
 
Ya know, sometimes I miss having a pool. The first house I rented for me and the old lady had an in-ground pool in the back. It had a diving board and a pool house everything. Despite my best efforts, to this day she is only a marginal swimmer. In the summer, every day when I'd get home from work, we'd hit the pool and work on her swimming. Often times, on the weekends, we'd have all of our friends over and stay around the pool all day, drinking and cooking on the grill and all that stuff. That house had a big wooden deck on the back with glass doors that led to the pool. Those days were fun. I'd like to put in a big in-ground pool behind my home this coming summer but at the same time I don't want to deal with all the upkeep and maintenance. At the same time I plan on building a back patio, have some outdoor furniture out there. It'd be a perfect place to grill in the summer. I'm building the patio with or without the pool but it'd be nice for the kids to have pool parties though.
 
I think I've talked myself out of having a pool built with one simple thought: WHAT IF a neighborhood child gets in there when I'm not home and drowns? I know there are fences and gates that can go around them but still, the thoughts of it are horrifying.
 
The end of a long, sleepless, boring, week. 50 something hours in 4 days of work on an average of 4 hours sleep a day. I feel like I've been hit by a train, every car of the train. The last two mornings while I was driving home I had to roll the truck windows down and turn the radio up real loud just to stay awake. It's hard for me to stay awake while driving after I've worked an all nighter and the sun is coming up. This coming week will be more long nights at work and the wife is having surgery Thursday so I'm going to have just enough time to come home and shower and change before taking her to the hospital, and I'm staying home with her that night. I'm not excited about her surgery, and frankly, it worries me.
 

MikeyC

Well-known member
I'm happy with three, I just don't like the thoughts of her being cut on. Like what if something goes wrong.
Yeah, there's always a certain element of risk with these sorts of things. Have you considered/discussed a vasectomy as a safer alternative?
 
Yeah, there's always a certain element of risk with these sorts of things. Have you considered/discussed a vasectomy as a safer alternative?

I wanted it but her argument was that right after she had the baby and was still in the hospital it made more sense for her to get fixed. I grudgingly agreed. Then they couldn't do it when the baby was born and scheduled it for next week and she still wants it done. If I got a vasectomy I'd have to pay for it whereas since she just had a kid her's would be covered by my insurance somehow, that was her second argument. I finally just gave up.
 

MikeyC

Well-known member
I wanted it but her argument was that right after she had the baby and was still in the hospital it made more sense for her to get fixed. I grudgingly agreed. Then they couldn't do it when the baby was born and scheduled it for next week and she still wants it done. If I got a vasectomy I'd have to pay for it whereas since she just had a kid her's would be covered by my insurance somehow, that was her second argument. I finally just gave up.
She seems pretty adamant. I'm not female nor a doctor, but I think getting tubes tied means the end of menstruation - maybe she's sick of going through that?

These surgeries have a small error rate so there's nothing to worry about, even though I know you will, as anyone would. She seems to be the least worried!
 
She seems pretty adamant. I'm not female nor a doctor, but I think getting tubes tied means the end of menstruation - maybe she's sick of going through that?

These surgeries have a small error rate so there's nothing to worry about, even though I know you will, as anyone would. She seems to be the least worried!

I wouldn't doubt it that that stops. I've never knew a girl who didn't want it to stop and I don't blame them lol. Small error rate, I agree. But 12 years ago a relative of mine had a minor surgery on his foot, they cut a vain or artery or something and had to give him units of blood, and they gave him the wrong blood and it killed him. I have great hesitation of trusting all will be ok with surgeries after that.
 
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