Just to let y'all know I'm still erect...

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Oooops!  That didn't come out right.  Sorry.


Yes indeed, I'm is still alive, and living, and breathing, and all.  Just been busier than a one-armed switchman.  Been working overtime, and wearing lots of hats, and...well, you know the drill.


I had decided after I saw the Jap Quake, and Tsunami that I was NOT NEVER gonna bitch and moan about the minor annoyances of life again.  Of course, I've told myself that dozens of times in the past, yet return to my old ways.  So, I'm not making it like a resolution or anything...just gonna try to do more better.


It could just be coincidence that my decision to always take the high road, and make lemons out of lemonade and all came just about the time that a friend sent me a computer letter.  He's a REAL friend, too.  I won't say who he is, but he's not just a virtual friend.  He's a FACE-TO-FACE friend.  And, he lives here in My Bossier Parish, and he's bald and all.


Anyway, he sent me this attachment through The G-Mail.  (The reason I'm not naming Jim is because there's a potty-mouthed word in there, and he might not appreciate confidential correspondence being put all over the worldwide computer).

 

(I spray painted out the potty mouthed word.)

So, really this is just a post to let y'all know that life is GREAT!  REALLY GREAT!  And, that I'm gonna catch up with y'all.  I've been working for "the man" every day for a while now, which is REALLY GREAT!  And, my own business seems to have not fallen off so much as I thought at one time, so I'm using my off days hours to work on that.  


Plus, it's a glorious Springtime in NW Louisiana, too!  That means that there is more mowing and trimming to do than you can shake a Weedeater at!


Man!  Was I ever surprised!  When I got home from work this afternoon, The Mrs. had mowed the grass!  God bless her heart, and give her extra stars in her crown!!!  Not only did she cut down about an hour of work from me...her effort really gave me HOPE.  HOPE to carry on.  I mean, there'll be peace when you are done, and all.


Nyuk!  I saw this the other day, and snapped a picture with my cameraphone. 

My first thought was, "That old boy needs to pass the collection plate.  Again."  But, when I saw the cat that actually got in the vehicle and drove it off, I realized his trouble.  He was about 22 years old, was wearing clothes that The Goodwill would reject, had about 17" of hair protruding from his ball cap, and had about 3 teeth.  Maybe.


I'm figuring that he can't read, or that if he can, he's got no idea what "Clergy" means.  Crud!  I was SO hoping that his temporary (probably stolen) plate in the back windshield was from Arkansas.  Not so.


Crud...

Well, that's about all I got.  I'm still erect.  Somewhat.

I'm gonna go get cleaned up from a fabulous day of life, probably sit down in my beautiful Dark Mauve Bedroom, and catch up on my blog buddies with my new Toshiba Netbook, while The Mrs. finishes looking at "Ode To Billy Joe" on The Netflix®. Man, that The Netflix® deal is cooler than the other side of the pillow. (Heck, we've got "Secretariat" coming by the mailman tomorrow.  And we're gonna look at it tomorrow night, too.  Tomorrow is my day off).


Life is good.  REALLY, REALLY GOOD!