Happy Thanksgiving

Just a quick blurb to say Happy Turkeyday to the world.  I wish good things for all people.  I have spent the morning reacquainting myself to my physical age of 41.  Who ever said 40 was the new 30 can bite me.  I don't feel 41 in dog years or anything.  Which how do you measure dog years???  How do relate horse power to cars??  Who's the horse in this study??  What if the dog was hyper?  or had a condition?  I'm just sayin.  Are dogs living to older ages these days?  What about that dog in all the ED commercials?  The one chasing the "STICK" (did I go there?  Oh yeah)?  How old is he?  Just wondering.  One last thought to show just how good of shape I'm in.  My new favorite thing .... Sleep.  I love sleep. 

Peace,

J

Mediocrates Strikes Again

Let me just say that when your day starts out with your 2 year old jumping squarely on your testicles, you gotta know its a potentially gonna be a bad day.  I of course scream appropriately.  Not Mel Gibsons cry freedom from Braveheart mind you, but my balls are basically waffles at this point.  So of course my wife gets mad at me for screaming.  What can I say, sympathy is not her strong suit.  Disdain.... Now there's a gift that keeps on giving.  Anyways my eyes are crossed and I'm in the doghouse before I can even get out of bed.  From there things just kinda went down hill.  So its nighttime, I'm doing my paper work, and I thought I would take a moment to share. 

Goodnight World, and Bite Me (just not on the testicles)

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Just a quick note to say that I feel like Murphys personal bitch.  Write now, if I can say it wrong, do it wrong, eat sleep or drink it wrong; I'm there.  I feel like I have this inverted Midas Fecal syndrome. 

I want to whine incessantly............. But I can't because I have beautiful wonderful kids who love me.  Really just want to throw a tantrum.  A big middle of the mall, "give me my Kit Kat bar " tantrum.   Which is odd, cause its not like I don't now that life isn't fair.  I'm not dissolutioned to the concept that this stupid sphere doesn't revolve around me.  Speaking of spheres, I was talking to a sane person today and we both are beginning to pay a little closer attention to the Mayan "end of the world Calendar".  I'm just sayin.   Might want to re-think Cinco de Mayo/an.   

I have no jokes to write.  none.  Nothing funny.  I could post a picture of how fat I am.  Otherwise I got nothing.  I refuse to write about Charlie Sheen, because thats toooooooooo easy.  Even in the slumpest of slumps.   Oh well.  Weather is here, and I sure as shit ain't beautiful. 

peace

Fun with facebook.....

Here's a thought file under mischievous.  get on face book.  Find a stranger.  Then reminisce.  About.  I don't know.  Anything.  Like you know, find some guy in Iowa, and send him some message saying...  hey buddy, I thought I'd lost you after that whole chicken plucking initiation thing.  To think we even wanted to belong.  Hell I don't  even eat chicken any more.  Oh and I developed an allergy to Vaseline and latex.   What about you?  Call me.