Ya, right! What President wouldn't? I know I would if it was me, so why are you surprised that Bush would do it? That's the way it is.
Tuesday, October 4, 2005
I really find this hard to believe.
Ya, right! What President wouldn't? I know I would if it was me, so why are you surprised that Bush would do it? That's the way it is.
What did I say?
I just read my post from yesterday. Holy shit, was I in some "feeling sorry for myself" mood. But todays another day and today I feel better.
I am swamped at work, and with my situation at home, it gets to me some times. I guess yesterday one of those days, one of those days for venting. Maybe that's why yesterday's post had to be written.
Let me give you a little background about my day to day life.
Almost my entire life is focused with just dealing with problems, at home and at work. At home, I have a terminally ill wife that is living on borrowed time. When they diagnosed her brain cancer, they gave her 6 months to a year to live, two years tops. Now it's been over 28 months. This occupies 99% of my time at home.
At work, pretty much 90% of what I do is dealing with problems. For lack of a better term, I am a one man Quality Assurance department in the company I work for. We manufacture high voltage power supplies and have a little over 100 employees. If anything goes wrong in any manufacturing in the company, or we get customer failures that came back because we screwed up something, I am called in to investigate to see what went wrong, what do we have to do to fix the problem and what do we have to do from letting it happen again.
I am also the person primarily responsible for writing procedures, reviewing procedures or helping people write procedures. Since we have implemented a new computer system which pretty much runs all our processes, there are A LOT of procedures that have to be written, in every department.
Therefore, 189% of my life is dealing with adversity. So maybe you can understand why things get to me sometime.
Wait! 189% can't be right. Well, you get the idea. Almost my entire life is spent dealing with problems. It gets to me sometimes. I guess my drunken post yesterday, was just my way of venting to my friends. Thanks for listening. I appreciate it. I really do.
"And that's all I have to say about that."
Forest Gump
I am swamped at work, and with my situation at home, it gets to me some times. I guess yesterday one of those days, one of those days for venting. Maybe that's why yesterday's post had to be written.
Let me give you a little background about my day to day life.
Almost my entire life is focused with just dealing with problems, at home and at work. At home, I have a terminally ill wife that is living on borrowed time. When they diagnosed her brain cancer, they gave her 6 months to a year to live, two years tops. Now it's been over 28 months. This occupies 99% of my time at home.
At work, pretty much 90% of what I do is dealing with problems. For lack of a better term, I am a one man Quality Assurance department in the company I work for. We manufacture high voltage power supplies and have a little over 100 employees. If anything goes wrong in any manufacturing in the company, or we get customer failures that came back because we screwed up something, I am called in to investigate to see what went wrong, what do we have to do to fix the problem and what do we have to do from letting it happen again.
I am also the person primarily responsible for writing procedures, reviewing procedures or helping people write procedures. Since we have implemented a new computer system which pretty much runs all our processes, there are A LOT of procedures that have to be written, in every department.
Therefore, 189% of my life is dealing with adversity. So maybe you can understand why things get to me sometime.
Wait! 189% can't be right. Well, you get the idea. Almost my entire life is spent dealing with problems. It gets to me sometimes. I guess my drunken post yesterday, was just my way of venting to my friends. Thanks for listening. I appreciate it. I really do.
"And that's all I have to say about that."
Forest Gump
Monday, October 3, 2005
DISCLAIMER!!!!!!
The following post is from a guy that has had a lot to drink tonight. I'm not feeling to good emotionally this evening and just wanted to get something off my chest.
Can you keep a secret? You better or don't read this!
Promise you won't tell anyone?
Promise?
If you can't promise, leave the fuck right now! Got it?
So, what the fuck is wrong with me? All it seem to do is cry at TV shows and shit. WTF is wrong with me? Arrrgggg!
I know my wife is sick and all, but she has been sick for over two fucking years now. So you would figure I would be used to it by now. Right? Right?
WTF is going on!!!!
At first I figured that her illness is what is causing me to act this way, but now I just don't fucking know. Like last night. I watched that Extreme Home Makeover show. The one where the couple adopted a lot of unadoptable kid and they built the family a new house for them. I balled my fucking eyes out watching that one.
Then tonight, I watched the one where they swap wives. Not that way asshole.! Geeze!!!@!@
The one where the slob changed families with the neat freak. It worked out really well for both families. That made me so, so happy, so what the fuck did I do? I fucking cried. Cried my fucking eyes out!
I felt really, really good after a good cry. Why the fuck am I telling you this? I know, you have all become my friends, my real friends.
Our regular friends have deserted us. Our families have done the same. No one comes to visit us anymore, so you are about all that we have left.
How fucking pathetic is that? How fucking pathetic is that?
Promise?
If you can't promise, leave the fuck right now! Got it?
So, what the fuck is wrong with me? All it seem to do is cry at TV shows and shit. WTF is wrong with me? Arrrgggg!
I know my wife is sick and all, but she has been sick for over two fucking years now. So you would figure I would be used to it by now. Right? Right?
WTF is going on!!!!
At first I figured that her illness is what is causing me to act this way, but now I just don't fucking know. Like last night. I watched that Extreme Home Makeover show. The one where the couple adopted a lot of unadoptable kid and they built the family a new house for them. I balled my fucking eyes out watching that one.
Then tonight, I watched the one where they swap wives. Not that way asshole.! Geeze!!!@!@
The one where the slob changed families with the neat freak. It worked out really well for both families. That made me so, so happy, so what the fuck did I do? I fucking cried. Cried my fucking eyes out!
I felt really, really good after a good cry. Why the fuck am I telling you this? I know, you have all become my friends, my real friends.
Our regular friends have deserted us. Our families have done the same. No one comes to visit us anymore, so you are about all that we have left.
How fucking pathetic is that? How fucking pathetic is that?
I'm Sorry...
...I really am, but today I must have gotten 5 or 6 bazillion spam comments, so today I am adding that spam blocker thingy. What can I say other than, "Do they really think this works?"
Saturday, October 1, 2005
ATTENTION BOOB LOVERS!
Boobiethon 2005 is in full force. If you like boobs, check out this web site. While your at it, give them a few bucks for a very worthy cause. It may save a life.
I am so pissed!!!!!!
WTF is with this Blogger anyway? I spent a good part of this evening posting a new message and responding to your posts from Thursday. I have dinner and then sign on just now and what do I see? Not a fucking thing! That's what! Not a fucking thing! Bastards!!! Did anyone else have this problem?
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