Simple Thoughts from My Simple Mind
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Last night, my thinking traveled this worn path: at 6:30pm I contemplated going to bed for the night. The sun wasn’t even down yet and I couldn’t keep my eyes open! I was absentmindedly watching iCarly (don’t ask – or do, and I’ll tell you why) and about 12 minutes into the show, I got up, announced I was going to bed and got my wife’s blessing on the event (not that I needed it) and traveled up 5 steps, turned left across living room and took 8 stairs to second floor.
Beagle came with, but begged to go out as she heard the terrier mis yapping outside. I remember getting comfy and then it was dark and around 9 pm. I got up for about 2 1/2 hours, and then returned to bed.
I heard the alarm at 5:40am and promptly shut it off, awakening some 50 minutes later at the exact time I should have been walking out the front door.
I showered, dressed, dragged two separate trash cans (one trash, one recycle) to the curb, got in Suburban, hauled ass to work (around 80 mph on a 65 mph limited access highway), and found a close parking space. I sprinted (as only a 259 pounder on a 6’2″ frame can when in his upper forties) across the parking lot, offered my badge to the bar code reader and was clocked in at 07:00:42!
07:00:59 is the deadline to be considered “on time” and I had made it, with 17 seconds to spare! It took a mere two minutes for my heart to return to a resting level and then another 15 minutes to stop sweating.
Why was I unable to wake up at 5:40 am? too much sleep? Actually, I left out one piece of information: the muscle relaxer I took at 9:30 pm. My back is a mess and I rarely self-medicate with much more than 800 mg of ibuprofen, or two tylenol. Damn fog just lifted around 11 am, but my back feels GREAT!
August 27, 2010 at 15:55 |
ok, I like this post…but is it real? i.e., fiction or non-fiction? ;o
August 27, 2010 at 15:59 |
Its all too real. This page is truth all the way!
August 30, 2010 at 15:41 |
Spent the day yesterday with my wife. Lunch/dinner at the Mexican place, used the Blackberry to find a Putt-Putt place near us. Talked to the old guy that owns the place, I think his name was Walt. He was a Sea-bee with the US Navy during the closing days of WWII. He helped wrap things up at Normandy. My days on submarines helped me in our conversation. He was excited to talk about it. We stopped by my step-daughter’s grandmother’s house to take a quick dip in the pool. I’m still searching for my testicles. Must have been about 65F in that damn pool! I couldn’t wait to get out, but it helped with the 90+ heat. No more sweating that day. Got home, still full from overeating at the restaurant, and had to endure the Kardashians. Fine looking women but. like my wife: high maintenance and far too much drama. I went to bed. Oh, on a sad note, my small terrier has been missing since Friday night around 8PM. She always comes home in less than an hour, and the SPCA doesn’t have her; nor have the police gotten any reports. Someone is holding her captive….or worse. But I don’t want to consider that option.
August 31, 2010 at 14:20 |
Decollation will definitely cure this problem and a host of other problems as well. But so would my little pink pills, as discussed in my blog, without going to the extreme of decollation. Starting with the letter D, the word decollation does have a charm all of its own which more than compensates for some of the extreme measures involved in this procedure
http://www.wordsfromawoman.wordpress.com
August 31, 2010 at 15:10 |
Is that my decollation….or hers? LOL!
September 1, 2010 at 07:48 |
Some background: a friend of mine from high school converse through email even though she lives in the area. We joke back and forth about the “distractions” from the swimming pool at a new property I’m mowing. She just mentioned something about cutting off a toe/foot and “hope you have good health insurance”. That was just yesterday, then this happened last night. Following is a copy of what I sent her.
Call it providence, I don’t know….insurance….
I was cutting that yard last night (Tuesday), literally minding my own business, when I squeezed the right hand trigger and swung the machine back around the mailbox so i could finish running the curb and….bam! My left hand got stuck between the mailbox and the left handle bar on the mower! The second knuckle on my ring finger felt bad. I looked at it and it was still attached, so I inspected it for further damage; two cuts, one just below the knuckle and one behind it between it and the middle finger. Wedding band still intact, and no damage. I had literally just started cutting this lawn, had only cut 2 feet of curb and was already injured. I still had 1/3 acre to cut and I need to be able to squeeze my hand, both of them, to operate the mower. It really is all in my head, pain that is. After a silent cursing, as there were children within hearing range at the swimming pool, I was able to ignore the pain long enough to continue working.
Yes, the wife was concerned about it. The wonders never cease.
September 30, 2010 at 12:24 |
a muscle relaxer will do that to you…
October 7, 2010 at 15:37 |
My computer has been down since Friday. Blackberry is good for checking but bad for writing. Hopefully it’ll be operational by tomorrow. I hope!
October 9, 2010 at 13:28 |
I really think so too. I have been browsing around the web for a while today, and its kinda hard to find anything good to read on blogs=P Maybe its because there are too many of those around =) But this place actually keeps catching my attention=] Great stories, and cool design ^__^. Ill be sure to give it more time from now on =)
October 11, 2010 at 22:21 |
did you find your dog???
October 12, 2010 at 06:56 |
yes I did. thank you for asking.
October 12, 2010 at 14:49 |
I found your blog on google and read a few of your other posts. I just added you to my Google News Reader. Keep up the good work Look forward to reading more from you in the future.
October 13, 2010 at 07:50 |
Ran out of my usual fare for breakfast and lunch (oatmeal and cup-o-noodles). I was at WalMart last night, doing some grocery shopping and still forgot to get MY needs. Wife offered to wake up with me this morning, cook me breakfast and pack some of that yummy mild chili I made over the weekend. Piques my interest: what does she want? Maybe just being nice? Something I’m really not accustomed to from her. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Could the “epiphany” have been a true change? Can a leopard truly change its spots? Time will tell…
October 14, 2010 at 15:46 |
As a manufacturing engineer, I often have one sort of measuring device or another in my grasp. Today it was a 24″set of Fowler digital calipers. Present were several colleagues:a design engineer I was working with on a problem, a smart Aleck design engineer with a brilliant mind, and the engineering secretary/engineer, a female who has been the subject of my flirting for several years. The brilliant design engineer remarked, “That’s an awfully big measuring device you have there.” I quickly replied with, “I have big things that need to be measured.” The secretary turned, looked at me and both smiled and blushed, then walked slowly away, as I studied her fine ass. I wanted to say to her, but didn’t think it was prudent at the time, “You have a dirty mind.” I left it as it was and went about my business of getting to root of a quality issue.
October 25, 2010 at 20:25 |
Hey there, Trip O!
Thought I’d stop by and return your call.
Glad to hear ya got your dog back. Whew! I can surely sympathize.
Careful now with that self-medicated business. Deep massage is…well,
relaxers relax the whole bit — brain, muscle, and yes, bone included.
Certainly nice to meet ya! See you round, Trip!
October 26, 2010 at 12:26 |
Another suicide attempt by the work computer. this time it was the power supply, last time the mother board, what next. Still have that pesky card-cage fan error that I must hit F1 to continue every morning. Tech is looking into that as well. It started with the new systems board, and is a common problem with these “proprietary” Dells. He’s contacting Dell today to find out why.
After yesterday’s posts, I’m all out of material. Maybe I’ll have to dream something new up to write about and give the Academy a break.
November 1, 2010 at 09:58 |
I’ve been considering taking the “Academy” private. It is one of those after-thoughts that gives me pause, “What if someone assumes I’m writing from some sort of experience? I don’t need that kind of attention in my life.”
December 20, 2010 at 12:08 |
I have so had days like that. . .minus the muscle relaxer and the dog. . .some days it’s just hard to get out of bed!
December 25, 2010 at 08:37 |
Merry Christmas. I hope next year you will do the better.
January 19, 2011 at 14:06 |
I don’t know what it was, but I honestly giggled to myself while reading this entire post. Glad to read that you made it on time and with minimal back pains!
February 1, 2011 at 21:14 |
What you need a good massage.:) It always does wonders.
February 2, 2011 at 09:34 |
Are you offering?
February 11, 2011 at 08:17 |
Ok, so I’m sitting here, eating toasted oats (Cheerios) like finger food, trying to behave myself and eat properly, for my health. I notice that the little buggers have an odd taste to them and I’m trying to figure it out. Suddenly it dawns on me! The God damn things taste like smoke! Cigarettes! Nicotine! Those fucking women (My wife and step-daughter) have turned a healthy snack into a carcinogen nightmare. If I can taste the smoke, it has obviously left something behind. That something can’t be good for me, so guess where the Cheerio’s went? That’s right; in the fucking trash! Damn, even when I try to eat healthy, I get thwarted.
April 16, 2011 at 05:58 |
Are you still abouts? I’ve not heard anything from you in a very long time!!!! Is everything ok?
May 9, 2011 at 18:56 |
Glad your back feels great, man!
August 26, 2011 at 06:13 |
Very awesome blog glad your back feels great.