(Old blog from March 31, 2000 introducing our old dog Teena. She’s on the other side of that bridge now…)
We’ve got a new “baby” here at the ranch, a 2 and a half pound, eight-week old bundle of puppy, a little yap dog rat terrier, called “Teena.” I’ve seen these dogs grown up, they are great jumpers and climbers, and they corner well too!
The Wife decided a few weeks ago to keep an eye out for a new puppy she can baby… We happened to check a pet store that was advertising “Oodles of Poodles” (apparently you only need four to be considered an oodle, I always thought and oodle was more than a bunch but less than a shitload…) when this fat, stubby, little ankle biter caught her eye. Having the rent due in less than a week, I offered to put a deposit on it for her, but once she had the thing out, there was no putting it back…
I laughed my ass off the first time Teena growled and barked at the dobie, a dog who could eat it in two bites if it weren’t such a sweetie…
(More old blog stupidity from March 30, 2000. Yes, I’m an asshole sometimes…)
I thought about editing my entries for content, you know bad words and stuff. Then I thought, FUCK IT! I talk this way at home, I talk this way at work, I talk this way to my fucking dog, my fucking neighbor, my fucking alien abductors (oops, went to far now…). I like to cuss, sometimes I can get a real good streak going, make someones ears turn blue… And I like blue ears!!!
Last night we went out looking for a new headboard for the bed (we wore out the old one, the handlebars fell off and the handcuffs leave marks…), we didn’t find a set we wanted but we did find a 6 month old 27″ color TV to replace the ancient 19″ in our living room. I had not intended to spend that kind of money, but it was a great deal and the wife was firmly behind it so we got it, what a difference! Dragged kicking and screaming into the ’90s
Anyways, back to work, got stupid fucking shitheads to kiss ass on, better put on some more lip balm…
(from my old blog, March 20, 2000. GAWD, what a nerdling I was/is)
How much obscure can that title be….
My favorite bumper sticker on my “Piece O Shit” wagon (I have seven or eight stickers now) says: “MEAN PEOPLE SUCK, Nice People Swallow..” My second favorite says, “Jesus is coming, LOOK BUSY!” My SO loves the one that says, “THIS IS NOT AN ABANDONED VEHICLE!” Like that would keep it from getting towed…
I’d like to be a fiction writer instead of a computer jockey, but I don’t have the motivation to write every day. I might no even have the talent either. It’s just a dream of mine. Maybe this OD thing will help. What do you think an old, white middle-aged, computer freek reads? Sci-Fi of course!
I have trouble getting motivated to get my work done. Lots of times it’s hard to just keep up with what I HAVE to do. So many of the things I WANT to do push the important stuff. Maybe I have ADD or some such. They didn’t have that kinda crap when I was a kid. Well, maybe they did but it was called laziness or hyper-active and drugs where administered…
I’m a gun freek too. Like to have them, like to shoot them. I guess that means I have a small dick too. I haven’t seen that many others to compare… ha ha… Everyone’s welcome to their opinion, they are just like assholes, everyone’s got ‘em, they all stink…
When I went into the hospital, the physician told me I had an Angry Gallbladder and that it would have to come out. I was happy it wasn’t a heart condition of some type. I’d been worrying about that while I was in pain, waiting for time to pass, but I couldn’t convince myself that the symptoms I was feeling were telling me “heart attack!”
Anyway, being a past “pro” at having crap cut out of my body, i hung out at the hospital while they chopped it out. The surgeon was planning to do it arthroscopically, but if that didn’t work she would go right to the hack and slash, and apparently that’s how it went.. I not have a new scar that sorta connects to the old one but veers off at a 90 degree angle. I’m starting to look like a road map…
Last week or so the staples were removed, but a small piece didn’t close up all the way. Nice…
A couple weeks ago, I had my gallbladder removed. And so now I’m out of work again and healing up another hole in my belly. I’ll be down for a month… again. Getting internal body parts removed sucks.
On Sunday the 1st, I started having bad heartburn pains while I was in a truckstop east of Louisville. Had contemplated calling an ambulance but decided I didn’t want to be stuck in a Louisville hospital. But I was still due to deliver my load the next day.
I managed to make the delivery Monday morning, get the truck to the truckstop and Terry picked me up and took me to the emergency room. Another CAT scan and another surgery, and I’m home again.
Running loads, not quite as hard as I could. Things seem to slow down a bit on the weekends and I’ve plenty of time to get to where I’m going. Conversely, that means I’m not getting as many miles as I could run. Therefore, being paid by the mile, weekends are not as profitable for me. But it beats sitting here on my ass doing nothing, like back in the old flatbedder days.
I managed to scrounge the power brick from the old laptop, it was the same brand and power output so I’m back online again. Yea! So I’ll just fly my Internet spaceships for a bit, then hit the rack. I’m a bit tired from swapping from day to night and back again.
Thank the Gawds for Melatonin!
After leaving the underground warehouse, my laptop took a header off the passenger seat and broke the plug on the power adapter. So now it won’t charge. Lovely.
Still have the phone for FB and such, but no GPS mapping, and no games for a while. At least till I can track down a cheap power adapter (or two) from ebay. And this right after my phone fiasco.
I need… something.
and giving me trouble for the past few days now. I’m back on the road, doing my business, but having to stop so many times is running me late. I’ve just woke up to discover a beer load that I should have been up for a couple of hours ago.
Shit. I hate running nights.
I’ve successfully resisted the siren call of the Hipster Empire and have continued my thralldom to Google by the acquisition of a new Android phone, a Galaxy S3. I also got a pretty solid case for it that should survive Armageddon, or at least being dropped from my pocket. We’ll see… Turned out my other phone was still under warranty and I’ve been paying for insurance, I’ll get that one back to use as a spare or to give out to one of the others whose cell bill I pay.
Running done for the night and finally putting away the InterWebToobs. Now, lets catch up on some sleep!
when I got home, I’d be able to replace my fucked up Samsung smartphone (still under contract) with a new one using an upgrade credit from one of my three other lines. I’ve done this for many years now with no problem so today I went into WallyWorld, noticed that there were selling iPhone 4Ss for 97 cents (plus contract) and decided I’d break my long standing streak of using Android phones and jump on the Shit Happy Apple Bandwagon with both feet.
But AT&T changed its rules and I can’t do that thing I did before. OMFG!!! I came THIS CLOSE to joining the Evil Hipster Empire! Whew!
Thanks AT&T, you’re the best!
Anyways, the old rooted HTC Inspire is back in action and my Internet Pacifier is firmly plugged back in. Joy!
and continuing my habit lately of being late, I arrive at the receiver 28 hour late because of the breakdown I had a couple days ago with the air system on my truck. The load was never rescheduled and no one else was available to pick it up, so I still had to do it. Joy… At least I’m currently in the dock, getting unloaded.
Then it’s home time, but probably not tonight. In the morning, for sure.
in Oak Creek, WI tonight, waiting for the Pilot WiFi folks to fix their connection so I might fly some Internet spaceships tonight. Seems the local connection is fucked. The support drone tells me he’ll set me up to bypass the login but it’s taking a while. Heh, they just got back to me and I have free access for today. Gotta like good customer service.
I might have loaded up on the Net from my cell phone but I dropped the sucker while I was getting back into my truck after time-at-home. The "rugged" phone bounced off the fuel tank and impacted the asphalt with enough force to pop the waterproof cover off the back. No damage to the screen and the thing worked for 2 days after that. Then it would not charge anymore, making it totally fucking unusable. Thanks Samsung.
Don’t have the money to get a new one yet so I’ll see if I can get one of the old android phones to work after I get home. iPhone 4Ss are $29 at Wallyworld but I’ve not decided to get one yet. I’m still hemming and hawing, I most likely won’t get one. The grandkids are slavering over the latest and greatest products from the Hipster Empire and are planning on getting the new one the instant it comes out. The thing must shit gold, and therefore be so necessary to their existence. I guess I’m just too old to see the attraction.
I miss my phone, I use the apps on there a lot more than I thought I did. The truckstop app is very handy. And being to log onto Eve Online whenever and wherever I got a cell connection. I miss that. And stupid Facebook.
Got to get back onto my Electronic Leash before our Robotic Overlords discover I’m missing. I’ve not see a decent LOLcat in days…
On Eve. The Corporation is still at war, and now one of the corps of the alliance that wardecced us has declared war on us as well. Fine, whatever. I’ll just logon the alt and work missions. He’s in need of an upgrade in his standings while he learns to fly the Retriever.
Don’t mind me, I’m just testing out some simple word processors. I’d like to find something that works easy and just generally stays out of my way. A full screen interface would be nice too. But so far I’m digging Jarte, a free program that uses WordPad as the engine. Simple and easy.
Before Tuesday morning’s shower, I bent over to fix the bath mat and headbutted the towel rack, really solidly too. Now I have a triangular little divot in my forehead. Ouch!
I was more surprised than hurt so no big deal. I’ve a history of interacting with sharp or immoveable or sharp and immovable objects with my skull. If I were to shave my melon, it would probably look like a road map.
Another fun day fixing up the car, yesterday. This time it was relatively cheap but it could have been worse. The month before last it was engine sensors, last month it was the starter and the battery. When I was heading home from the truckstop, the car was wobbling severely. Oh great, the car hates me.
One rear tire was coming apart, the other was cupped badly. But, the were still all under warranty, so $70 for 4 new tires. Not bad, considering.
We kinda need this old beast to keep running for a while and so far, repairs have cost less than new car payments. Let’s keep that up shall we?