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Vacation...stomach bug...painting (mostly scraping, and sanding at this point)...sob stories...chirrens coming home to visit, and chirrens going half a world away...
Maybe I'll get it all together in a few days to tell y'all just WHY I don't have the energy to tell WHY I'm iz too wo' out to tell y'all why.
Maybe.
Probably.
Yeah...Probably.
Showing posts with label Andy is going to die. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andy is going to die. Show all posts
Monday, October 1, 2012
Saturday, December 17, 2011
V-Logging through illness...
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Editorial note: I accidentally cut the camera off before I could tell y'all that I love y'all, and to come see us.
But, I am a bit off my game...
Editorial note: I accidentally cut the camera off before I could tell y'all that I love y'all, and to come see us.
But, I am a bit off my game...
Friday, October 7, 2011
Andy is hurting all over...
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And, it all has to do with a 1948 model tub faucet, tile that was set in concrete reinforced with wire, and changes in building products over the last 63 years.
Details tomorrow.
Crud...I just THOUGHT I was hurting after putting that new kitchen floor in.
Crud...
And, it all has to do with a 1948 model tub faucet, tile that was set in concrete reinforced with wire, and changes in building products over the last 63 years.
Details tomorrow.
Crud...I just THOUGHT I was hurting after putting that new kitchen floor in.
Crud...
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
If it's not one something, it's something else. Crud!
.
Hey y'all! Hugs, kisses, whatever...
Man, I finally got some time off from work after an especially challenging couple of weeks. The two weeks started out with me witnessing first hand two uniformed Soldiers showing up next door to inform the family that one of their sons had been killed in Afghanistan. I will certainly post something about this when I finally get my head wrapped around it. But for now, just know that it really knocked all of us off our game. The family more so than me, obviously...but, well, I'll post something about it once I've got my head wrapped around it. Then it was on to work for a couple of challenging weeks.
Don't get me wrong...as y'all all know, I love my job. But, it was time to shelve it for a while.
So, I had me these three whole days off hand-runnin', and had me my plan.
My garage looks like crap. Seriously. For a guy that prides himself on keeping things neat, clean, and in order, it is truly embarrassing. And, my yard looks like crap. SERIOUSLY! I mean, this is ME!!! I'm the one guy in the 'hood that can't stand it when his place gets to looking crappy. But, there I'm iz...with a crappy looking yard.
Crud.
So, since I got off work on Sunday morning, I have literally felt like crap. And, my well-laid plans have turned out just such that way. My garage still looks like crap, and my yard looks exactly like it did (except with three extra days of crappy, viney, weedy growth piled on top of the crappy look).
Crud.
It has been a struggle just to move around.
Waaaa!
Waaaa!
Waaaa!
Well, as some/most/maybe none of y'all know, I am the pro bono Secretary for my beloved Daddy's business. Yes, I handle all of his website updates, his electronic correspondence, his billing, etc. Well...it seems that a couple of weeks ago (just about the time that I found out that a fine young man that went to High School with my #2 son, and is a true military hero was killed in action) that my Daddy's online fax service, and e-mail service basically cratered.
To be honest, I KNEW something was wrong. I just didn't have the spizzerinkum to look in to it. But, I knowed it must be did. So, yesterday I dived in to it. About three hours of web-searching, and two calls to a very nice lady in India helped me get Daddy's online fax service back up. (She did a bitchin' job, too! Really! Them Indians are pretty sharp from time to time. Just sayin'...)
Then it came down to figuring out WHY all of his e-mails were not being forwarded to my main box where I have ALL of his biz e-mails, my biz e-mails, my personal e-mails, etc. forwarded.
Waaaaa!
Waaaa!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Well, I finally figured it out (by the hardest). So all was right with the world.
Not...
I still felt like crap.
Then, Monday night I was so tied up in knots that I did not get to sleep until 0420 HRS on Tuesday morning. (A really good friend of mine called me a "pussy" twice on Monday night. It hurt. Really. Not.)
Waaaaa!
Waaaaa!
Waaaaaaaaaaa!
Then, I wake up at roughly 0845 HRS on Tuesday to this!
Yep! The Gooble Mail has somehow decided to screw with me.
Again.
I wake up and find that 1490 old e-mails have been re-deposited in my "catch all" inbox.
The Mrs. thought it was REALLY, REALLY funny, too. She was like, "Bwahahahahahaha....you're the guy that's so anal about keeping his e-mail box cleaned out. Bwahahahahahahaha"
I love her. Really, I do...so I laughed along with her.
Ha ha ha ha.........
So, it's been a good long while since I thought about marketing this great idea for leisure wear that I had in the way back. Most/Some/Probably not none of y'all remember it.
But, I might just do it. Probably! Maybe. Probably not...
Anyway, I truly do NOT enjoy being a titty baby, and unloading all my junk on y'all.
Well, maybe I really do...
Not sure.
The ONE THING I KNOW FOR SURE is that The Netflix (registered/copywrite/whatever) has come through, and sent me a video of "Rainman."
I'm planning to look at Dustin Hoffman in his retard role, eat some of The Mrs.' world famous refried beans on corn chips, and enjoy the last few hours before I have to go back to work.
Have I ever mentioned that I love my job?
Hey y'all! Hugs, kisses, whatever...
Man, I finally got some time off from work after an especially challenging couple of weeks. The two weeks started out with me witnessing first hand two uniformed Soldiers showing up next door to inform the family that one of their sons had been killed in Afghanistan. I will certainly post something about this when I finally get my head wrapped around it. But for now, just know that it really knocked all of us off our game. The family more so than me, obviously...but, well, I'll post something about it once I've got my head wrapped around it. Then it was on to work for a couple of challenging weeks.
Don't get me wrong...as y'all all know, I love my job. But, it was time to shelve it for a while.
So, I had me these three whole days off hand-runnin', and had me my plan.
My garage looks like crap. Seriously. For a guy that prides himself on keeping things neat, clean, and in order, it is truly embarrassing. And, my yard looks like crap. SERIOUSLY! I mean, this is ME!!! I'm the one guy in the 'hood that can't stand it when his place gets to looking crappy. But, there I'm iz...with a crappy looking yard.
Crud.
So, since I got off work on Sunday morning, I have literally felt like crap. And, my well-laid plans have turned out just such that way. My garage still looks like crap, and my yard looks exactly like it did (except with three extra days of crappy, viney, weedy growth piled on top of the crappy look).
Crud.
It has been a struggle just to move around.
Waaaa!
Waaaa!
Waaaa!
Well, as some/most/maybe none of y'all know, I am the pro bono Secretary for my beloved Daddy's business. Yes, I handle all of his website updates, his electronic correspondence, his billing, etc. Well...it seems that a couple of weeks ago (just about the time that I found out that a fine young man that went to High School with my #2 son, and is a true military hero was killed in action) that my Daddy's online fax service, and e-mail service basically cratered.
To be honest, I KNEW something was wrong. I just didn't have the spizzerinkum to look in to it. But, I knowed it must be did. So, yesterday I dived in to it. About three hours of web-searching, and two calls to a very nice lady in India helped me get Daddy's online fax service back up. (She did a bitchin' job, too! Really! Them Indians are pretty sharp from time to time. Just sayin'...)
Then it came down to figuring out WHY all of his e-mails were not being forwarded to my main box where I have ALL of his biz e-mails, my biz e-mails, my personal e-mails, etc. forwarded.
Waaaaa!
Waaaa!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Well, I finally figured it out (by the hardest). So all was right with the world.
Not...
I still felt like crap.
Then, Monday night I was so tied up in knots that I did not get to sleep until 0420 HRS on Tuesday morning. (A really good friend of mine called me a "pussy" twice on Monday night. It hurt. Really. Not.)
Waaaaa!
Waaaaa!
Waaaaaaaaaaa!
Then, I wake up at roughly 0845 HRS on Tuesday to this!
Yep! The Gooble Mail has somehow decided to screw with me.
Again.
I wake up and find that 1490 old e-mails have been re-deposited in my "catch all" inbox.
The Mrs. thought it was REALLY, REALLY funny, too. She was like, "Bwahahahahahaha....you're the guy that's so anal about keeping his e-mail box cleaned out. Bwahahahahahahaha"
I love her. Really, I do...so I laughed along with her.
Ha ha ha ha.........
So, it's been a good long while since I thought about marketing this great idea for leisure wear that I had in the way back. Most/Some/Probably not none of y'all remember it.
But, I might just do it. Probably! Maybe. Probably not...
Anyway, I truly do NOT enjoy being a titty baby, and unloading all my junk on y'all.
Well, maybe I really do...
Not sure.
The ONE THING I KNOW FOR SURE is that The Netflix (registered/copywrite/whatever) has come through, and sent me a video of "Rainman."
I'm planning to look at Dustin Hoffman in his retard role, eat some of The Mrs.' world famous refried beans on corn chips, and enjoy the last few hours before I have to go back to work.
Have I ever mentioned that I love my job?
Monday, May 23, 2011
SWOLE.
.
Okay, so Sunday morning (yesterday) I was at work. At about 0715 HRS, I felt an itching on my left forearm. I looked, and there were two little bitty things that looked like skeeter bites swelling up.
The little swole up deals were about 1/2" apart. This seemed odd to me. First of all, skeeters do not bite me. Since I quit eating beef, pork, or fowl at age 28 (23 years ago), I've probably had no more than 4 skeeter bites. Skeeters don't love me any more. Which is okay with me.
But I thought to myself, "Well, here are two little bites that are swelling up. I think I'd have noticed if a little snake had bit me...ya' know...two fangs about half an inch apart." I'm pretty sure a snake did not bite me at work.
Anyway, we had a wonderful event to attend yesterday afternoon (a College graduation where 4 young people that we know and love were rewarded), and during the event the itching stopped. But, I noticed that my left forearm began to swell a little bit where the bites were. This morning I woke up, and saw about a 4" x 2" welt on my left forearm.
I hadn't been awake very long before #3 son (my Army Medic son) stopped by the house to make a vehicle swap. I said, "Look at this." He said, "Man, your forearm is really swollen up there," and he took a Sharpie from the pencil can on the kitchen counter and drew an outline of it. He said, "Watch it close, so you'll know whether it's getting bigger or not." We decided I should take a Benadryl, and keep tabs on it. Which I did.
So, it's been bugging me all day...waiting for it to run its course, and for the swelling to subside. I asked The Mrs. a couple of hours ago to take a look, and she said, "Well, it looks like maybe it's getting bigger. It's hard to tell what is swelling, and what is muscle." (Now, this is completely understandable because I have massive, muscular forearms due to the fact that I just do.) "But, I think it might be getting bigger," she said.
I think she's right.
I'm thinking I might ought to get it looked at. But, there is a real problem. Andy does not go to the doctor. I don't even have a doctor, but I could go to a walk-in clinic I guess. But, doctors, and clinics are not something that I do. The last time I went to a doctor was when I was about 29 years old...and that was because I'd been cut with a rusty piece of metal (on my right wrist), and it looked like blood poisoning was setting in (turned out that it wasn't). The last time before that was when I was 13, and broke a leg at the skating rink (no option there...had to do something about that).
Anyway, I'm gonna keep watching it...but as I type here, it looks like my left forearm is approaching Stage II Popeye.
Spiders don't make two holes about 1/2" apart, do they?
Damned snakes...
Okay, so Sunday morning (yesterday) I was at work. At about 0715 HRS, I felt an itching on my left forearm. I looked, and there were two little bitty things that looked like skeeter bites swelling up.
The little swole up deals were about 1/2" apart. This seemed odd to me. First of all, skeeters do not bite me. Since I quit eating beef, pork, or fowl at age 28 (23 years ago), I've probably had no more than 4 skeeter bites. Skeeters don't love me any more. Which is okay with me.
But I thought to myself, "Well, here are two little bites that are swelling up. I think I'd have noticed if a little snake had bit me...ya' know...two fangs about half an inch apart." I'm pretty sure a snake did not bite me at work.
Anyway, we had a wonderful event to attend yesterday afternoon (a College graduation where 4 young people that we know and love were rewarded), and during the event the itching stopped. But, I noticed that my left forearm began to swell a little bit where the bites were. This morning I woke up, and saw about a 4" x 2" welt on my left forearm.
I hadn't been awake very long before #3 son (my Army Medic son) stopped by the house to make a vehicle swap. I said, "Look at this." He said, "Man, your forearm is really swollen up there," and he took a Sharpie from the pencil can on the kitchen counter and drew an outline of it. He said, "Watch it close, so you'll know whether it's getting bigger or not." We decided I should take a Benadryl, and keep tabs on it. Which I did.
So, it's been bugging me all day...waiting for it to run its course, and for the swelling to subside. I asked The Mrs. a couple of hours ago to take a look, and she said, "Well, it looks like maybe it's getting bigger. It's hard to tell what is swelling, and what is muscle." (Now, this is completely understandable because I have massive, muscular forearms due to the fact that I just do.) "But, I think it might be getting bigger," she said.
I think she's right.
I'm thinking I might ought to get it looked at. But, there is a real problem. Andy does not go to the doctor. I don't even have a doctor, but I could go to a walk-in clinic I guess. But, doctors, and clinics are not something that I do. The last time I went to a doctor was when I was about 29 years old...and that was because I'd been cut with a rusty piece of metal (on my right wrist), and it looked like blood poisoning was setting in (turned out that it wasn't). The last time before that was when I was 13, and broke a leg at the skating rink (no option there...had to do something about that).
Anyway, I'm gonna keep watching it...but as I type here, it looks like my left forearm is approaching Stage II Popeye.
Spiders don't make two holes about 1/2" apart, do they?
Damned snakes...
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Okay...I just spit up blood!
.
Well, maybe this isn't all that funny. But, I spit up blood anyhow.
Really, I did. Of course, I"ve been sick of late...so that could have something to do with it.
Sure, it's just another knock-off of The Hitler Videos. But...well...okay, it's just another knock-off of The Hitler Videos.
If you don't follow The Only Sport That Really Matters, or don't really know the rulz of the whole deal it might not be funny to you.
Count yourself lucky! At least you won't spit up blood.
This here is another one I stole off of Jim. But, I snagged it off of his The Facebook deal.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Doctor is in...and he has given his diagnosis...
It's official. I definitely, absolutely have Hepatitis B. It has been 11 full days since I took my first shot of the demonic Hepatitis B vaccine, and obviously it worked. Because I am sure that I have a full-blown case of it.
Right here is what Hepatitis B gives you: (My words added are in yellow)
What are the symptoms of hepatitis B?
Hepatitis B usually has no symptoms. Really? Glad to know that! Adults and children ages 5 and older sometimes have one or more of the following symptoms:
- yellowish eyes and skin, called jaundice
- Naw! Heck, my eyeballs, toenails, and ear lobes look like some yellow a homo would paint his bedroom with.
- a longer than usual amount of time for bleeding to stop
- I cut myself with my electric razor a week ago, and still require a tourniquet around my neck.
- swollen stomach or ankles
- I look like a pregnant Richard Nixon.
- easy bruising
- Don't even go there...
- tiredness
- No, not me! I am just a dadgone bundle of atomic energy!
- upset stomach
- Don't even go there...
- fever
- Yep!
- loss of appetite
- Yep!
- diarrhea
- Yep, Yep, Yep!
- light-colored stools
- Well, duh!
- dark yellow urine
- My tinkle looks like a pitcher of Lipton Cold Brew that got left too long because one of the boys forgot to squeeze the bags out with the wooden spoon.
So, I'm pretty sure I've got Hep B. Those vaccination folks did a REAL good job!!!
The only consolation I have is this from Doctor Internet:
The illness lasts for a few weeks and then gradually improves in most affected people. A few patients may have more severe liver disease (fulminant hepatic failure), and may die as a result of it.
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