Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Gobble! Gobble!!

I can't...

update regularly! Want to know why!?!?!

I will tell you why! I can't get a free moment to collect my thoughts! AND, when they are collected, I am nowhere near a computer!

SO, that's all I have to say about that!

Tired of Learning the Same Old Lesson...

I have the luxury of taking time off for an extended period of time. I decided to spend this time in Wisconsin like I usually do when I feel the need to get away and disconnect. Last year I rather mentally fell apart. I was physically and mentally exhausted. When I had the chance, I high-tailed it out of central Illinois to spend some much needed down town in the woods. Of course, as things go, I ended up with Lyme Disease... All in all? I got that chance to put my head back on and take a look at things under an introspective microscope is you will. I made some decisions. I put together a couple plans. I read. I did woodsy type things. I worked on some projects. It was great! I almost fell refreshed. I was ready to return back to my life.... I hoped things would be different. I hoped things would have changed. I figured I might have changed (of course, I probably didn't). BUT, like I have learned a thousand times before, nothing ever changes. Everything is as it was. I am as it was. The people around me is as they were. The same conversations. The same gripes. The same this and or that. Why did I leave the woods where I was very, very happy? Grrrr....

I want to cut myself off a bit just to maintain my sanity and work on those plans. Let me tell you, it's my ambition to leave central Illinois sooner rather than later. I think ... I actually don't know what my problem is... I guess I just rather live in ignorance to all that crap that goes on all around me.

And, here I am again, being a downer.


Okay, so I eat fiber cereal everyday for breakfast... That's exciting. I've been grazing on whole grain for a year now. I think I am turning into a cow. Moo!

I shaved my summer beard the other day. I was afraid that people were going to start throwing Jerky Treats at me. ... Messing with Sasquatch.

Well, kids... I have no agenda this moment in time. I merely wanted to stop in and start to get my groove back. I miss the writing. I just struggle with making it good.

Prost!

LYME!!!

I guess it was bound to happen. I do work in the woods from time to time. I became a little complacent. WHAM! I am now diseased. My arm can move now. There was a time that it couldn't. It hurt like hell and couldn't move. Now it itches like hell and is a little sore. I hate ticks. I hated ticks before this happened, but now I LOATH ticks! I LOATH THEM SO MUCH I WILL WRITE IT AGAIN: I LOATHE TICKS!

Being diseased sucks. I have to take a horse pill to kill the vermin that the S.O.B. left in my blood stream. I hate that. My blood being the breeding ground for some bacteria I can't pronounce. I bet I end up with food poisoning. One nasty old bacteria can't have all the fun playing around in my insides! Hell! Let's add another!

I LOATHE TICKS!!!

WTF?!??!

I am thinking of making it a new tradition after I leave Wisconsin for the summer. I will go to the Doctor because I have a new disease. At present my arm has formed a nice round, ruby-red circle of epic proportions! My arm joint hurts like hell.. and I think I have a temp. These are symptoms of Lyme's Disease. Now, it could be an allergic reaction to something else, but I am telling you it ain't pretty.

Peace!

Sugarless Peeps?

I can't believe they made sugarless Peeps!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!!?


Okay, so, I went into a bathroom yesterday. There were three urinals. I was being followed in by other dudes which prompted me to take the middle one. Based on male bathroom etiquette I should've gone to the left or the right. I took the middle. WHY? Because, well, dudes don't like to pee next to other dudes. I wanted to see what would happen and be an ass. The two guys went into the stalls. I snickered. Asshole 1... guys ...0.

A Classic Joke I've heard a thousand times and never fails to amuse...

An Irishman moves into a tiny hamlet in County Kerry, walks into the
pub and promptly orders three beers. The bartender raises his eyebrows, but
serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone..

An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and orders three
more. This happens yet again. The next evening the man again orders
and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town
is whispering about the Man Who Orders Three Beers.



Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers?"



"Tis odd, isn't it?" the man replies. "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia.

We promised each other that we would always order an
extra two beers whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family
bond."



The bartender and the whole town were pleased with this answer, and soon the Man WhoOrders Three Beers became a local celebrity and source of pride to the hamlet, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink.

Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The bartender
pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the evening.
He orders only two beers. The word flies around town.
Prayers are offered for the soul of one of the brothers.

The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks around here, me
first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your
brother. You know-the two beers and all.



The man ponders this for a moment, then replies," You'll be happy to
hear that my two brothers are alive and well. It's just that I,
meself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent."