Livin' La Vida Stupido.....
Liz has shitty morning sickness and feels awful most of the time... I wish there was a clear cut way to help her through it, but apparently.. It just comes with the territory for some Gals.
Job hunting sucks. February in a shitty small town is now the time and place for gettin' your Chef on.
I've been investing a lot of time trying to train Dewey (black lab) down to normal.. He's 14 months old, so he's a giant ball of puppy energy and doesn't realize he weighs 90 pounds... Not a good combo around preggos and infants. He tries to crawl in my lap so I'll carry him around.. He has no idea how big he is.
Meatball is still the cutest 11 yeah old dog pound Beagle ever.
We changed the cats name from "Fucker" to "Tucker" in an attempt to make our home life more kid friendly.
Cooked my C drive and had to reformat everything... Lame afternnon..Luckily I've learned my lesson and have all my shit backed up. /jinx
The war with my Neighbor "The Predator" continues to amuse me to no end... He's this 50 something crackhead guy who harasses the women in the neighborhood. He weighs about 110 pounds (I'm 240), and I think he's had a stroke at some point. Anywho, I told him if he was ever on my property again, I was going to have him arrested, and he said that he's a "Ninja" and would "cut my fucking throat" if he ever saw me at night.
I suggested that if he wanted to commit suicide that badly, that he should jump off a bridge. It would be less painful then trying to take me on in a dark alley.
I know that reads pretty harsh, but it's actually funny if you saw this guy... It's like Tyrone Biggams grandpa.
Liz keeps getting mad at me for trying to bait him into taking a swing at me so I can kick his ass and scare him off. She fails to see the logic in it..
He's terrified of the dog, so I openly call him "Alpo" because he smells like dog food to Dewey. It's all too stupid to take seriously..
If he kills me, I'll have Liz write an Obit for me here.
Liz has shitty morning sickness and feels awful most of the time... I wish there was a clear cut way to help her through it, but apparently.. It just comes with the territory for some Gals.
Job hunting sucks. February in a shitty small town is now the time and place for gettin' your Chef on.
I've been investing a lot of time trying to train Dewey (black lab) down to normal.. He's 14 months old, so he's a giant ball of puppy energy and doesn't realize he weighs 90 pounds... Not a good combo around preggos and infants. He tries to crawl in my lap so I'll carry him around.. He has no idea how big he is.
Meatball is still the cutest 11 yeah old dog pound Beagle ever.
We changed the cats name from "Fucker" to "Tucker" in an attempt to make our home life more kid friendly.
Cooked my C drive and had to reformat everything... Lame afternnon..Luckily I've learned my lesson and have all my shit backed up. /jinx
The war with my Neighbor "The Predator" continues to amuse me to no end... He's this 50 something crackhead guy who harasses the women in the neighborhood. He weighs about 110 pounds (I'm 240), and I think he's had a stroke at some point. Anywho, I told him if he was ever on my property again, I was going to have him arrested, and he said that he's a "Ninja" and would "cut my fucking throat" if he ever saw me at night.
I suggested that if he wanted to commit suicide that badly, that he should jump off a bridge. It would be less painful then trying to take me on in a dark alley.
I know that reads pretty harsh, but it's actually funny if you saw this guy... It's like Tyrone Biggams grandpa.
Liz keeps getting mad at me for trying to bait him into taking a swing at me so I can kick his ass and scare him off. She fails to see the logic in it..
He's terrified of the dog, so I openly call him "Alpo" because he smells like dog food to Dewey. It's all too stupid to take seriously..
If he kills me, I'll have Liz write an Obit for me here.
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wolfgang_:
Respect.
devilsreject:
Hope is all going well with everything man.