I spent time debating on how crude I would get in my Blog, it is after all my public face. But then I decided that I feel like keeping it somewhat "real." Life is really chaotic and "crazy busy" now. My father has been ill for more than a month and locked up in a hospital in New Jersey.
If I spent any more time there I might be locked up to, but for different reasons. The fercockteh jughandles are idiotic and more trouble than they are worth. If I ever run for Senate and win I am cutting off their federal funding, or enlisting Tony Soprano's crew to run things for me.
Yesterday they took blood from my arm for a basic blood count. When I removed the bandage it suddenly became apparent that my arm was bruised and discolored in a coupld of spots. I am 35, what is the deal with this bruising.
Today at my basketball game I told the guys that I caught my arm on the rim and that they should watch out or I would rain a firestorm of dunks and points upon them. Ok, I can't dunk, but I did manage to touch the rim. Not bad for a white Jewish guy who stands 5'10 and weighs 230.
I may not be very athletic, but G-d did bless me with strength, an attitude and exceptional flatulence. You never know when you need the turbo to kick in. If I didn't mention it before I am a Taurus.....
Cranky Nonsense
It must be a Monday because I am just cranky and irritable. It is one of those days in which I feel like looking for a fight just so I can unload on someone, not nice but it is the truth. But like any other day it just means getting through it and things will get better.
And now for a chorus from Annie "The Sun will come out tomorrow..."
Screw that dumb redhead and that stupid song, send her back to the orphanage and tell Daddy Warbucks that the only gazillionaire with bigger hair trouble is Trump. The man should fire his stylist.
And now for a chorus from Annie "The Sun will come out tomorrow..."
Screw that dumb redhead and that stupid song, send her back to the orphanage and tell Daddy Warbucks that the only gazillionaire with bigger hair trouble is Trump. The man should fire his stylist.
Politics
It is May 23 for another 43 minutes or so. In a relatively short time we are about to see the next presidential election come and go. And in the interim we are going to be bombarded with information about who did what and why they are meaningful and why we need to vote for them.
Now it may be that I am a snob, no I am a snob about this, but I have little faith in the logical assessment and critical reasoning of most people. There is so much garbage spit out about the candidates and their abilities. I wish that people could and would spend more time thinking about what is being said.
It is like these knuckleheads who thought that Dean was different than the rest. Show me a real plan, something coherent and articulate and maybe we can start to speak about change.
Now it may be that I am a snob, no I am a snob about this, but I have little faith in the logical assessment and critical reasoning of most people. There is so much garbage spit out about the candidates and their abilities. I wish that people could and would spend more time thinking about what is being said.
It is like these knuckleheads who thought that Dean was different than the rest. Show me a real plan, something coherent and articulate and maybe we can start to speak about change.
TIVO
I have all of two minutes now before we venture into TIVO land. We got TIVO so that it would be easier to find time to watch a few TV shows that are not child friendly. It got to be so easy to watch shows that we have become Tivoized and now have way too many shows.
I think that I am going to have to go cold turkey one day or at least give up a few shows so that what little time I have reappears. That is the problem with being a reality tv junkie.
Survivor, Amazing Race and a couple others have occupied us way too frequently. I haven't spent any real time considering the ramifications of this. It dawns upon me that some people will consider me to be a part of the cultural dumbing down of America, but on the other hand I can claim to have read more books on more topics than most people. I can quote Shakespeare, Faust, Whitworth, Proust and Homer Simpson. DOH! So what, what does it all mean.
We are living in an age of information overload with so much stimulation and not much time to process or determine if these things are meaningful. And that in my mind is more important than so many other things we cry about.
I think that I am going to have to go cold turkey one day or at least give up a few shows so that what little time I have reappears. That is the problem with being a reality tv junkie.
Survivor, Amazing Race and a couple others have occupied us way too frequently. I haven't spent any real time considering the ramifications of this. It dawns upon me that some people will consider me to be a part of the cultural dumbing down of America, but on the other hand I can claim to have read more books on more topics than most people. I can quote Shakespeare, Faust, Whitworth, Proust and Homer Simpson. DOH! So what, what does it all mean.
We are living in an age of information overload with so much stimulation and not much time to process or determine if these things are meaningful. And that in my mind is more important than so many other things we cry about.
Really.
Shrek 2
Not a bad flick, actually I thought that it was quite clever and really enjoyed it. Too bad the lady near me thought that she had a better story to tell. I had images of dumping a box of popcorn on her head, but the thought of jail scares me.
Bubba and Jack can be friends from afar.
The hardest part was trying to keep my precocious 3.5 year-old son entertained. He had more fun climbing the stairs, looking over the seats and playing with his popcorn than he did watching the movie.
And come Mid-July old Jack and company will unveil the latest addition to the crew. It should be interesting.
Sunday- It is not what it used to be
When I was in school Sundays used to be a time in which I would do my best to continue to forget about homework and weekday events. I remember trying to eke out every last second of the weekend, 'cuz who wanted to have to go back to school.
Most of the time I really didn't care about returning to school, it was just the principle of the matter. I couldn't be the "cool kid" without claiming to hate school at least once, now could I.
And now as a so-called adult I find that I have so many family responsibilities to take care of that I sometimes miss being at work, oy. It is not that I mind but it can get a little crazy running from store to store and family event to family event. I feel a little like the hamster on the wheel.
Most of the time I really didn't care about returning to school, it was just the principle of the matter. I couldn't be the "cool kid" without claiming to hate school at least once, now could I.
And now as a so-called adult I find that I have so many family responsibilities to take care of that I sometimes miss being at work, oy. It is not that I mind but it can get a little crazy running from store to store and family event to family event. I feel a little like the hamster on the wheel.
Midnight- And I cannot sleep
It is a little after midnight on the day 22nd anniversary of my Bar-Mitzvah. At 35 I have a house, have been married for 8.5 years, have a 3.5 year-old son and another child on the way.
No word yet as to the sex, other than it is a healthy baby. And so begins the start of my blog adventure. I cannot say where this journey will take me, or whether I'll enjoy it, but for tonight I am willing to venture out into the wild and wooly web.
No word yet as to the sex, other than it is a healthy baby. And so begins the start of my blog adventure. I cannot say where this journey will take me, or whether I'll enjoy it, but for tonight I am willing to venture out into the wild and wooly web.
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