My son Brian started back to work on Monday. He's the manager now of the produce department in a new store. He liked it and was glad to finally get back to work and do something other than sit on his ass. He said he can't believe he gets paid so much for doing so little. LOL Everyday it's very slow except for Friday, Saturday & Sunday. The orders are 5 times less and so are the amount of cases of stuff they have to put out each day, than he's old store. He thinks the lack of work will drive him crazy in 6 months tops.
Yesterday I cleaned my kitchen all by myself. Yes, all by myself. Why may you ask am I doing actual manual labor? That's a very good question. Because my cleaning lady does a half ass job and what used to take her 3 to 3 1/2 hours to do, on last visit it she milked it for five hours. At $20 per hour, I'd just rather save the money and do it myself. It's not like I'm doing anything anyway. Mostly sitting on my ass in front of the computer working on my book or looking for new and better porn sites.
I also oiled the kitchen cabinets. The wood is very dry, so it soaked right in most places. I'll put a second coat on oil on today and see how that goes. Then I'll wash the floor. It really needs a good scrubbing. When I got down on my knees to wipe down the lower cabinets, I saw how shitty a job she's been doing on the floor too. This might be a scrub brush on hands and knees type of scrubbing.
The reason I didn't wash the floor yet, was because I made a mess taking apart the dish washer to try and fix the leak. It's still apart, because before I can put it back together, I need to let some silicon sealant dry. I guess I'd better get off my ass and get to work. See ya later alligators!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Un-Happy Anniversary
Yesterday was the 40th Re-Birthday of the day I was discharged from the US Army and today is the 40th Un-Happy Anniversary of the day I was drafted into the army. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. I was wounded and almost died in Vietnam, but through a series of events after that, I've lead a great life all because of being wounded and serving those two years for Uncle Sam. Yep, I've been a very lucky guy in so many ways.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Happy Re-Birthday to Me!!!!!
Forty years ago today I was discharged from the US Army and reborn as a civilian. At least it felt like I was reborn. I spent two years in the army, sent to Vietnam and wounded by a claymore mine after being there for just one-month and two days. I spent almost three months in various hospitals recovering from my many wounds. I turned down a medical discharge, so I was sent to Fort Meade, Maryland for the remaining 16 months of my tour. Those time were some of the best times of my life!
If you haven't done so already, you can read more about those couple of years of my life on my Vietnam story blog.
BTExpress' Vietnam Stories Blog
If you haven't done so already, you can read more about those couple of years of my life on my Vietnam story blog.
BTExpress' Vietnam Stories Blog
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Baby Stoney HNT
Lately I've been reminiscing and here's some more.
My big brother was born about four years before me and given the name Rodney Wayne. I was born next and named after my father, Anthony Joesph, Jr. Four years later my baby sister was born and given the name Diane. Nope, no middle name.
My father's nickname was Stoney, because they said he had a head as hard as stone. I was my father's favorite of the three kids, so was given the the nickname of Little Stoney. Here's a picture of Little Stoney on May 4, 1949 at just six months old. Ain't I adorable?
It's a long story, but you guys with kids, PLEASE NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER pick a favorite child. I know it may be difficult, but take it from me, it causes nothing but resentment that can last a life time. My father let it be known I was his favorite. My mom knew it and so did my sister and brother. That caused a lot of grief for us all. My brother picked on me A LOT and has tried to make up for it as an adult. I don't really know how much it affected my sister. My mom knew and favored my brother and sister to try to make up for the extra attention he paid to me.
Here's the happy family when it was a happy family in Silver Springs Florida in 1955.
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My big brother was born about four years before me and given the name Rodney Wayne. I was born next and named after my father, Anthony Joesph, Jr. Four years later my baby sister was born and given the name Diane. Nope, no middle name.
My father's nickname was Stoney, because they said he had a head as hard as stone. I was my father's favorite of the three kids, so was given the the nickname of Little Stoney. Here's a picture of Little Stoney on May 4, 1949 at just six months old. Ain't I adorable?
It's a long story, but you guys with kids, PLEASE NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER pick a favorite child. I know it may be difficult, but take it from me, it causes nothing but resentment that can last a life time. My father let it be known I was his favorite. My mom knew it and so did my sister and brother. That caused a lot of grief for us all. My brother picked on me A LOT and has tried to make up for it as an adult. I don't really know how much it affected my sister. My mom knew and favored my brother and sister to try to make up for the extra attention he paid to me.
Here's the happy family when it was a happy family in Silver Springs Florida in 1955.
Happy the Good Old Days HNT!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Good News
Brian's doctor gave him the all clear today to go back to work next Monday. He started his new manager position and then the big bucks start rolling in. Rolling into the bank to save for his own place! YAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Summer of 1962 Visit to My Dad's
The story I posted on April 20th should have followed this one, but I'd forgotten I'd even written this one. These two stories will join the others I've started organizing as part of my memoirs for my son. I'll fill in the blanks with more stories about my life whenever the mood strikes me.
Hmmmm, I think smell another blog organized like the one I made just for my army stories. It makes reading about those time a a lot easier than randomly browsing this blog for those stories.
My parents were divorced when I was about 12 and my mother was given custody of the three of us. I was very close to my father and when he left, it hit me very hard. Sure, he'd come back for a visit once in a while, but that wasn't very often. He never stuck around very long, because my mom and him didn't get a long at all. Then when he moved to New York, I almost never saw him. One day my mom told us my dad had remarried to someone we always knew as Aunt Ruth. I think like most children of divorced parents, they never stop hoping that their parents will get back together. My father's remarriage burst that bubble. From then on I resented Aunt Ruth, because I just knew she was responsible for breaking up my mom and dad. Many years later my mom told me that wasn't true. Her and my dad had drifted apart and had planned on separating, but when my little sister was diagnosed with a brain tumor, they decided to stay together for now.
It dawned on me how my father's and Aunt Ruth's relationship developed. My father met Ruth at the Spudnut Shop she owned. Spudnuts are just like donuts, but are made from potato flour instead of wheat flower. They struck up a friendship and it wasn't long before Ruth and her husband and my mom and dad were good friends. We used to go over to Ruth and Frank's house and visit them a lot. Those were fun times. Ruth had two boys the same age as my older brother and me, Eddie and Rickie. We always had a ball.
They didn't live that far from us so sometimes I'd ride my bike over to visit my pal Eddie. I remember one time when I went over to visit Eddie, his cousin Sandy was staying with them. Sandy was in her late teens and a very pretty girl. She was taller than us and had beautiful sandy blond hair. A real looker as they say. Sandy came out of her room with a back massager on her hand in. The vibrating part was on the back of her hand and it was held on by two springs you that you stuck your hand through. She turned it on and touched our hand to show us how it felt. We giggled because it tickled. Then she touched Eddie's balls and he jumped a mile high. I laughed, so she reached for my balls, but I pulled away and ran out of the room. So did Eddie. It only worked when it was plugged in, so she couldn't chase us with it. She just stood in the door way laughing at how much of a chicken we were. We were such idiots for running away. Hindsight of what might have been still haunts me to this day.
During the summer break from school before I started the ninth grade, I took a Greyhound Bus from Jacksonville, Florida to New York to visit my father. He picked me up at the Port Authority bus terminal in New York City. In the beginning of the 18 hour trip, it was exciting to see all the new sites. The stops for meals at the rest stops was an adventure in itself. It soon became very boring watching mile after mile of the same old crap. That bus ride became the longest 18 hours of my young life.
Sometime the next day we got close to New York City. I remember being in awe when I saw the bridges, tall buildings and all those people. They really were amazing sights to see. Pretty soon the bus pulled into the Port Authority and we got off. Boy did the air stink! I couldn't believe how bad the City smelled. It didn't dawn on me that most of what I smelled were the fumes from the buses exhaust.
I got my bag from the bus driver and followed the other passengers through the door and into the terminal. I saw my father immediately. My dad was over six feet tall with the same white hair I have now, so was easy to spot. Next to him was Aunt Ruth and Eddie. We were together again, just like the old times when the four of us went fishing together.
My father drove us around the City for a while and then we stopped at a Horn & Hardart's automate for something to eat. That was the coolest place. They had all kinds of food and drinks. You put a few coins in the slot, opened the door and pulled out what ever your heart desired.
After we ate, we took the 60 mile drive to their house in Smithtown out on Long Island. Wherever that was? I stayed with them for most of the summer. I resented Aunt Ruth for breaking up my parents marriage, so I didn't treat her very well while I was there. I refused to call her mom or anything close, because I already had a mom, and Aunt Ruth sure wasn't it. No one let me know that it bothered her so much, but even if they did, I wouldn't have cared.
When summer was almost over, I took the Greyhound bus back down to Florida in time to start the ninth grade. My mom and sister had moved into the city of Jacksonville while I was away, so I didn't even have my old friends around anymore. My life had completely changed. Just like so many other times while I was growing up in Florida, I would be living in a new place and attending a new school. I wouldn't be staying here for that long though. Sometime in February I would be moving again. This time it would be back to New York to live with my father and my step mother, Aunt Ruth and this time it would be for good.
Hmmmm, I think smell another blog organized like the one I made just for my army stories. It makes reading about those time a a lot easier than randomly browsing this blog for those stories.
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My parents were divorced when I was about 12 and my mother was given custody of the three of us. I was very close to my father and when he left, it hit me very hard. Sure, he'd come back for a visit once in a while, but that wasn't very often. He never stuck around very long, because my mom and him didn't get a long at all. Then when he moved to New York, I almost never saw him. One day my mom told us my dad had remarried to someone we always knew as Aunt Ruth. I think like most children of divorced parents, they never stop hoping that their parents will get back together. My father's remarriage burst that bubble. From then on I resented Aunt Ruth, because I just knew she was responsible for breaking up my mom and dad. Many years later my mom told me that wasn't true. Her and my dad had drifted apart and had planned on separating, but when my little sister was diagnosed with a brain tumor, they decided to stay together for now.
It dawned on me how my father's and Aunt Ruth's relationship developed. My father met Ruth at the Spudnut Shop she owned. Spudnuts are just like donuts, but are made from potato flour instead of wheat flower. They struck up a friendship and it wasn't long before Ruth and her husband and my mom and dad were good friends. We used to go over to Ruth and Frank's house and visit them a lot. Those were fun times. Ruth had two boys the same age as my older brother and me, Eddie and Rickie. We always had a ball.
They didn't live that far from us so sometimes I'd ride my bike over to visit my pal Eddie. I remember one time when I went over to visit Eddie, his cousin Sandy was staying with them. Sandy was in her late teens and a very pretty girl. She was taller than us and had beautiful sandy blond hair. A real looker as they say. Sandy came out of her room with a back massager on her hand in. The vibrating part was on the back of her hand and it was held on by two springs you that you stuck your hand through. She turned it on and touched our hand to show us how it felt. We giggled because it tickled. Then she touched Eddie's balls and he jumped a mile high. I laughed, so she reached for my balls, but I pulled away and ran out of the room. So did Eddie. It only worked when it was plugged in, so she couldn't chase us with it. She just stood in the door way laughing at how much of a chicken we were. We were such idiots for running away. Hindsight of what might have been still haunts me to this day.
During the summer break from school before I started the ninth grade, I took a Greyhound Bus from Jacksonville, Florida to New York to visit my father. He picked me up at the Port Authority bus terminal in New York City. In the beginning of the 18 hour trip, it was exciting to see all the new sites. The stops for meals at the rest stops was an adventure in itself. It soon became very boring watching mile after mile of the same old crap. That bus ride became the longest 18 hours of my young life.
Sometime the next day we got close to New York City. I remember being in awe when I saw the bridges, tall buildings and all those people. They really were amazing sights to see. Pretty soon the bus pulled into the Port Authority and we got off. Boy did the air stink! I couldn't believe how bad the City smelled. It didn't dawn on me that most of what I smelled were the fumes from the buses exhaust.I got my bag from the bus driver and followed the other passengers through the door and into the terminal. I saw my father immediately. My dad was over six feet tall with the same white hair I have now, so was easy to spot. Next to him was Aunt Ruth and Eddie. We were together again, just like the old times when the four of us went fishing together.
My father drove us around the City for a while and then we stopped at a Horn & Hardart's automate for something to eat. That was the coolest place. They had all kinds of food and drinks. You put a few coins in the slot, opened the door and pulled out what ever your heart desired.After we ate, we took the 60 mile drive to their house in Smithtown out on Long Island. Wherever that was? I stayed with them for most of the summer. I resented Aunt Ruth for breaking up my parents marriage, so I didn't treat her very well while I was there. I refused to call her mom or anything close, because I already had a mom, and Aunt Ruth sure wasn't it. No one let me know that it bothered her so much, but even if they did, I wouldn't have cared.
When summer was almost over, I took the Greyhound bus back down to Florida in time to start the ninth grade. My mom and sister had moved into the city of Jacksonville while I was away, so I didn't even have my old friends around anymore. My life had completely changed. Just like so many other times while I was growing up in Florida, I would be living in a new place and attending a new school. I wouldn't be staying here for that long though. Sometime in February I would be moving again. This time it would be back to New York to live with my father and my step mother, Aunt Ruth and this time it would be for good.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Masturbation Cuts Cancer Risk
I'm so excited. Australian researchers have come to the conclusion that men could reduce their risk of developing prostate cancer through regular masturbation:They say cancer-causing chemicals could build up in the prostate if men do not ejaculate regularly.
Men who ejaculated more than five times a week were a third less likely to develop prostate cancer later in life.
I may live forever...
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