Another F

Okay..... Fellacio.

This is just a denial.  Damn Google is at it again.  Trying to ruin my reputation.

Really Google?  Fuuuuuck.

F is for

Family.  I was helping my dad and mom get their new property cleaned up.  To translate, My dad and I filled a bag of old mulchy leaves, then proceeded to drink almost a case of beer.  I love how he has the same sense of home projects I do.  Hand me a beer.

We started playing cards with CJ.  Scat.... or thirty-one.  Anyway I had 29, watched my last 10 get buried so I knock.  CJ lost and he says "Why did you have to knock?"
"I wasn't going to get my scat, all my 10s were gone."
"So, the game isn't all about you, you know."  I could not help but laugh.  CJ is a very poor loser.  I never let him win.  I never have.  I find it demeaning to the other person to let them win.  Like implying they can never compete.  And they surely never learn that way.

So later CJ says "I know Morris code."
"Morse code"  I corrected him, "Not Morris.  Morse, after Samuel Morse."
"Well I know it." he then proceeded to tap away.
"You know that is not Morse code.  You use Morse code to transmit a message, it is not just random dits and dahs."
"It was a message."
"Really, and what was it supposed to say?"
"That big brothers think they know EVERYTHING."

Damn, he's becoming a teenager alright.  I've been put in my place.

E is for

E-reader- My all time favorite electronic with the exception of my iPhone.  I know people say "it's not the same".  No, you are right.  Dragging around several thousand books used to be a lot harder on the back.  Reading is an experience the smell of the paper, the feel of turning a page.  The sound of the paper as you turn the page.  Dude, all that is missing is some taste and you got yourself a full on sexual experience.  I'm not judging you. It just isn't the way I roll.  When I read.... well I read.  It is about the words on the page.  While if the words are not big enough or clear enough it may piss me off, but that is about as picky as I get about experience of reading.  I do not really think of reading as an experience really, as it is more a vicarious experience.  For a while you are able to live outside yourself.  But hey, maybe that is just me.

So my friend Ali broke up with her boyfriend yesterday.  Between the two of us we polished off a box of wine before C came home from his last night shift (yay new job!)  This morning Ali was one hurting unit.  She forgets when she drinks with the guys that her 110 pounds is not going to let her drink as much without leaving her feeling like ass in the morning.  She is still moaning on the couch while C is making breakfast.  Sadistic bastard:D  Mmmm, bacon's calling.

Final E

Easter eggs.  You know where they come from, right?

D - is for the invention that is gonna earn me millions

The Douche-bag Deterring collar.

What does it do, you ask.  Well, it is still in the innovation stage, buut as near as I can see you program this device with the phrases you never want to hear come out of your mouth.

Now there will be defaults like:

"When you have been on the planet as long as I have..." *zap*

"When I was your age..." *zap*

"Kids today just don't listen (or understand, comprehend, etc.)..."*zap*

It amazes me that a generation of "Don't trust anybody over thirty." now shouts it's protests that anyone under 30 are a bunch of out of control hooligans who will not listen and learn from other's mistakes.  Show me, please, a single generation that ever has.

So in short, for those of you who do not want to be the people you roll your eyes at today, I am accepting pre-orders.  The sooner you begin your training, the easier it will be.

C is for

Clichés.  How I despise them.  I hate how people pick out a cliché like it is their own deep thoughts.

Especially despised ones:

You gotta give 110%.- Obviously you did not in math class.

It will all work out in the end, if it has not worked out, it is not the end.-  Give me a fucking break.  Tons of shit does not work out in the end.  Take more than 50% of marriages these days.

It's not over 'til it's over.-  Here is a gun, do the right thing.  Many times things are over long before the actual END.

More serious ones, more despised:

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem- Fuck you Phil Donahue.  Way to trivialize what someone is going through.  Proving to them yet again that society does not fucking understand.

Anything referring to silver linings or lemonade.

You want to have your cake and eat it too- well no shit.  what did you think I wanted to have the cake for?  To look at it longingly?  To eat it fucker!  (and yes, I do know what the cliché means, I just feel it is poorly expressed, as a kid I never got it).  Seriously, this always come from people with a very narrow view.  People who try to pigeon hole.  Just because two things to one person cannot co-exist in their life does not mean they cannot be maintained by someone else.

Well that's it, it's over*cue the fat lady*

B is for

Blogging.  The reason I am doing this challenge.... I have fallen away from my blogging, my blog reading, everything.  And, well I miss it.  So I figured, what the hell.

B is for Bucket list: things I want to do before I die
1. Finish College.... 4 more years, OMFG, what was I thinking?
2. Own my own home.
3. Own my own practice, at least partner.
4.  Learn how to play guitar.  C's been teaching me and is buying me a guitar for graduation.
5. Fostering rescued animals.
6. Visit several places and in order not to be cheap I will list them as one: Jamaica, Ireland, well all of the U.K., Australia.
7.  Get a tattoo
8. Learn to train and raise service dogs.
9.  Take a gourmet cooking class.
10.  Learn to horse back ride.

A is for

Okay, so this April challenge thing.  Yeah I missed the first couple days; but I have always been about more the spirit of the rules than the letter of the law man.  So I will either catch up, not take the days off, or just stop:P  Who knows.



But for now:
A is for Amazing, awesome, absolutely fabulous weekend.  The kind that make you dread Monday and wish that you had chosen a long weekend.  Last weekend we unplugged, unplanned and basically made it a whole weekend of just us.  Luckily the weather cooperated, I was the only one in my part of the country who was probably thrilled at the cold, wet, weekend that made it a very unwelcoming thought to do anything outside of the house.  We even ordered Chinese and Pizza.
   So yesterday was back to work/school.  But there is something I discovered.  When you take a weekend to reconnect, make each other a priority it does not just go away.  Because somehow on Tuesday morning when the alarm goes off getting an extra half hour sleep or having a few coffees gets beat out by, well, spending time together;)

Fave A Show: Absolutely Fabulous