Saturday, early

Crushing "evil", snakes flee ... St. Patrick doth we remember thee.

Anyway, I don't follow patron saints anything, but I bid you a lucky, early, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Wearing green is nice, wearing grin is right.

Eating less is a pain in the

stomach. Since I've been eating less and working more, my stomach and body have had to get used to it. Now, at times, my stomach aches for food. Yet, when I sit down, ready to eat, it folds up, pretending. So ... I geel cheated, it's neurotic in a way. Come on, you were wanting food. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Come on, what's wrong?
Nothing.

It's like conversations with a bitter spouse, she just doesn't want to talk about it, but is happy to be mad. I'm left, "WTF, mate?"

Do you want food?
Maybe.

What?
I don't know. Don't touch me.
......
And so ... plateau number one is reached.

I lost some weight. Now, I have to replace fat with muscle before I see any other weight change. That is stage 2. I hope I get through that. I am not disheartened.

Bozo of work

I have now lightly burnt myself several times, got a 110 mild shock and bumped my cranium on a 3' ceiling. Yeah, you could say that I am bearing the marks of a worker there. Now, when I successfully get a grease burn, to add to my other permanent scars of life, I would say that I had just about all the marks I could have.

I just need a red nose and longer shoes... "Heididly ho fellows"!
Bozo Flanders, me

Ring, ring, ring

She got her wings.

Beloved friend, where my sister needed cuddling and a reason to smile, Angel was there for her. Far from an "angel" she was a very good girl, favoring her mommy, and her mommy's mom. She loved mud and was fond of chewing on logs, bark, stones, nearly anything. Notorious for stealing from the table, when she could, she lived with love. Her jogging with Daddy will upset him so. Her loss spells a bitter end to a nice bit of surrealistic joy that my sister could enjoy, share.

Angel developed very aggressive cancer, matasticizing to many organs. Her initial treatment to keep her alive went okay, but the doctors saw the entent of her cancer on her organs and throat, tongue, and she was not going to live long or well.

Play hard little one ... for hopefully Diane will see you in the clouds ... in her heart, as broken as it is. Everyone will find it hard to find a photo without you in it.

Jennifer, Jessica, Jim ... may it be a blessing that you knew her, and she you.

Everybody's kung fu fighting

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Originally uploaded by hapatxn.

I have never seen such a high flying tiger (cat). Beware birds of the wind, for this cat will catch "and kill at will"+. I do not know the photographer.

+ LL Cool J, "Mama Said Knock You Out!"

Cat fight fever

Huh. Hispanic groups are fighting the law in PA that penalizes illegal immigrants. Huh. I'll chew on that a while. Hispanic groups ... I wonder why they would be battling for illegal immigrants. Huh ... probably civil responsibility and all that jazz, or is it. No, couldn't be. Could there be more illegal Hispanics in the US than other groups? No, well, maybe.

Let's see, I wonder if the court will translate the documents to Spanish for those fighting the law. I hope not. Tough luck if they can't read English as ... I thought, was part of the requirement for successful immigration that you have some limited literacy and comprehension and use of the English language. That sound's terribly insensitive, I know. I also know that there is no legitimacy in translating to people who refuse to adopt that language. "F 'em"!

Smokin' potty dance

Betwix smoking and needing to pee, a woman decides to smoke first, then pee. In the interim ... potty dance while smoking.

On a warm day, you could drive forever

I was the only one on the road with my windows all the way down. I shut off the radio, I wouldn't have heard it anyway and drove. At the few stoplights, I pulled off my overshirt -- still wearing a t-shirt and then pulled off my outerlayer of socks. Had I packed shorts, I would have been in those. It was great! I had time to get my hair cut, so now my head is breezy too.

Read here for bad news

When I write bad, I mean that in all ways. How we're losing the war; how bad things are; how bad the media is; how bad world would be without the media; how you're following everything we say ...

Bad journalism, all around. Newsweek, I don't think so ... Newbleak is more like it.
The National Equirer would be better. At least that's laughable.

Work with a rocker

He's not there often, but Matt works where I work. He also has a "day job" and plays with this band on the weekends. Believe it or not ... not that you can understand the lyrics, but that's Christian Metal.

Today, I got spanked

There's a woman at work who is 'insisting' that another woman and I start making babies. Well, today she swatted me as she walked by. Now, I could never get away with anything like that, but she did. I would rank the experience as pleasant. She's married, it was for fun, there is no flirtation there.

There is another woman, whom a different woman claims, "Ooo! I think she likes you", as she keeps probing me for my interests and that maybe we could go hiking together. In some of her thoughts -- expressed, she reminds me of X, a major turn off. Who knows what will happen there.

Playful banter

Thankfully, not brought up on charges, "move your buns" I said the other day. I rather forgot myself, but was not recused for my thoughtless statement. It was responded with a smile, as my comment was meant to provoke an action and humor. Thankfully it achieved both.

would smell just as foul

A guy at work smokes these, not swisher sweets, but miniaturized cigars. I don't know what they are other than foul! Take burning leaves, burning tires, burnt underwear from Tex-Mex lunch and Szechwaun snack and south-Indian dinner. Mix that with morning seventeen hour grilled steak and you have -- stink in a stick. This guy smokes them claiming they taste good. Huh. And to think they claim that smoking kills your tatebud sensitivity, eh?

I think carpet-bomb farts of broccoli, onion and cayenne would smell sweeter and better.

I heard the comment of a "these are deadly" chips-eating guy at work, "left a gift over there for you" and he beat a hasty retreat from his A (ss) bomb.

With the general smell of stuff at work, mixed with the foulness of cigarettes, then couple that with over-active intestinal bacteria or plain body function, I almost never eat at work. Imagine that! The water there, as of late, has quite the out-housish aroma. Yum!

Sad note

Without giving details, family has discovered a choice someone made that ruined their desire ... or opportunity. While the decision isn't fatal, it is heart-breaking. I haven't a thing to tell the family, for in my outsider's and perhaps ignorant perspective, I see it as positive. While there is a loss of what never was -- really hope, hope leaving hurts. It was an opportunity and commitment that they no longer have. My sympathies go out to them.

Mrlez

What was the name?
Mrlez.

Dude ... Moralez ... try to say it with me. Come on now, it's your name. Try enunciating the sounds ... ah, yes ... the fifty-cent of the Spanish-speakers. Don't bother pronouncing your family name correctly.

I am surprised still, that people actually carry hundreds. Why carry cash, let alone hundreds? I think they are trying to impress people with money. Well, I'm not. Make it easy on yourself ... pay with card, simple and no change to tote around.

this afternoon, I was handed this

Yep, I was handed my (African wild) ass.+ It was busy and I was cut and run. Later, I cut, then I ran.
I'm winding down faster tonight.

+ The phrase, of course, is "got my ass handed to me".

work quip

"Do you think I'm made of ... [word]?"

No, but I do believe the man is full of something.

These people

"These people wouldn't care if you gave them them best blowjob in the world", stated a server (waitress) regarding some of the missing tips from jerkwater people. You know ... even if the server is only bringing you glass after glass of drink and moving away the thousands of plates from your bovine eating, you could tip something.

I post this because it was surprising and candid.

Scheduled again

Monday	Tuesday
11:00 – 4:00	2:00 – 9:00
3/12	3/13
Wednesday	Thursday
4:00 – 1:00 am	Off
3/14	3/15
Friday	Saturday
2:00 – 10:00	11:00 – 8:00
3/16	3/17
Sunday	Monday
12:00 – 8:00	11:00 – 4:00
3/18	3/19

working with young people

Late night -- little "real" business happening, but end of the night cleanup and teardown is going on, as typical. The young guys there, high schoolers acting like much younger teens are tagging each other and shooting sprays and water at each other. It's all in good fun and the teasing isn't serious. It's almost refreshing to see the boyish joy in playing at work. Hopefully, if I stay with the cigaretter-ladened conpany, I will be as lax with that as need be. I remember at another place, my command was, "Don't leave anything that I have to explain." If the work was done, well, timely ... I did not care if there was silly play involved.

One guy crashed through the ceiling. That ... I had to explain as something. Guys, don't make me have to explain it. That is my one, and only rule.