Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Tuesday Schmoozeday








  • There's a Texas saddle maker who died years ago whose saddles can bring thousands dollars when they come up for sale. Funny inside story: he was known for delivering those saddles in a Buick station wagon. The joke in the area he lived was he would throw his tools, the tree, some stirrups and some leather in a burlap sack in the back of that wagon and head toward where the saddle was to be delivered and what stuck together on the trip was what you got. Those saddles were also known for making life equally miserable for both the rider and the horse, but yeah- they don't give his saddles away theses days.






  • Two people I know are from the same area up North and have lived here in Texas for nearly exactly the same length of time. He sounds like a total Texas hick when he speaks, but hates being here and looks often for jobs to get him back to what he considers home. If you have any ear at all you can instantly tell where she's from originally, but she loves being here, is a part of the community and would not trade being here for anything and reports only hating the fact she wasn't born and raised here in Texas.






  • The other day I had a burrito made with potatoes, chorizo, eggs, mozzarella cheese, jalapenos and topped with salsa verde and salsa fuego- what a gut bomb. I was sick for 2 days. A friend said, They have something like that there? No, I ordered it and they made it for me... Yes, I special ordered something that would have put a lesser person in the hospital.






  • A Beatles song I often forget I like, covered by Siouxsie And Teh Banshees- Dear Prudence.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Monday's Missives








    My boy- my Life







    • During my recent commute to work with my ex wife Billy Corgan's cover of Landslide started playing. We both started singing along and both bobbled the lyrics in the same place in different ways. The whole scene was oddly OK- there's nothing to it, it didn't mean a thing, but yes it was OK for some reason.


    • Somebody recently commented on my limp. I explained my knee was bothering me because of the cold, wet weather. Is that what you hurt during the war? Yeah, I answered. What happened? she asked.


    • And there I was- surrounded! Bullets were flying everywhere. The vehicle was burning. I pulled my driver out and giving him his weapon said,"Don't you die on me." and then I turned and a bullet went through my knee...


    • I'm lying. I walked out of a guard shack at night and fell over a Jersey barrier (they're like the dividers for HOV lanes) that had been placed there during my shift.


    • Recent headlines have been,"Doctors perplexed by wave of girls with tourettes syndrome type symptoms in New York schools." Doctors haven't beeen that perplexed- it's impossible this phenomenon is not psychological. Nobody wants to go on record as being a meaner is all.

    Sunday, January 29, 2012

    Sunday's Summary






    • My buddy dropped by yesterday to check on me since my phone has been out of service and he couldn't reach me. Our conversation led to a flood of flashbacks. I remembered watching a movie with his parents. It was the first time I watched Dr. Strangelove. Even though we were in our 30s and didn't know each other in our teens it was like enjoying the simple times of our teens- while knowing what had at the time. His mom fussed over us. We made it most of the way through the movie after eating pizza. Then the guys crashed and we awoke to his mom cleaning from that day and preparing for the next. We filmed all our hunts during the day and gave the tapes titles like Kill Fest 99, Blood Sport 00 and If It Flies It Dies 01. During one hunt his dad went to an appointment and was admitted to the hospital. We were going to finish the hunt and then my bud would come back and do the family thing. Instead, he came to me while I napped from the moring hunt and said, Hey, dads going bad real quick. It doesn't look good- it doesn't look good at all. I may need you to drive my truck home and we'll call it quits for now. During the stay before that I'd run a harvester for his dad. When the water pump quit he said he'd get somebody to come out and look at it. I said, Why don't we do it? We couldn't find a pump anywhere so I removed the old pump and laid everything out so the mechanic (who'd be there long after we left) would be able to figure things out- hopefully saving money and down time on the harvester. I sensed my buds dad liked and respected me for that. I liked and respected him for that. Anyway, I knew on the way home alone that night we'd never be there again- you can never go home. And I haven't been back since.

    • Recently two middle aged female acquaintances were discussing the cosmetic work (in great detail) they'd have done if they could. While not normally in the business of telling people how to think or feel, without thinking I said, Good grief- you're both gorgeous. You need to be happy with yourselves and satisfied with how well you're aging, do it gracefully and go about your business without turning yourselves into some weird looking monsters.

    • The look on their faces was mostly one of surprise at hearing me say I thought they were pretty I think, although yes- it may have been my blunt tone.

    • The time 11:11 continues to have some odd significances for me.

    • I've had my own take on this for years, but I like the concise simplicity of this: before doing something ask yourself this- how will I feel about it- how will it affect me, 10 minutes from now, 10 days from now- 10 years from now?

    • Marines in firefight- Afghanistan

    Saturday, January 28, 2012

    It's Caturday!










    • I'm mostly OK alone, I'm mostly OK with someone else, but the only time I really consistently wish I were with someone if I'm not, is when it's raining and thundering.

    • A crazy patient who comes in daily for treatment asked, Can I have you tomorrow? after I saw her. She then burst out laughing at the perceived implications of that question.

    • The poor design and furnishing of the gazillion dollar building I work in is odd. Doors open directly into peoples work areas in the business office- I mean literally, as in clerks spend 50% of their time fending off doors to prevent bodily injury. In said business office you bump into clerks chairs as you walk through since there isn't enough room between them and the files. In a conference room there are bar stool type seats around a huge conference table. There's not enough room to put your feet up on the rest without bashing your knees on the underside of the table so your legs dangle while you lean over a computer. I literally had trouble walking out of there after a 3 hour meeting. Desks in the offices are too shallow to write on a chart- you have to let half of it hang off in the air. The layout does not allow for what should have been considered the inevitable computerised charting by letting a patient face you as you enter information in front of a monitor and keyboard...

    • I like and respect everybody in my chain of command where I work- important to me and unusual I think.

    • I'm 100% sure I'll watch The Artist, but have no idea- none whatsoever what to expect.

    • Zac has been given candy by me only a handful of times in his life.

    • Headline: 'Toddlers And Tiaras' mom sues over " sexualization of her daughter".

    • I simply do not know where to start.

    • Like your face being forced to the floor





    Friday, January 27, 2012

    Friday's Dispatch






    • West Texas has arrived: The sky is brown, tastes dirty, feels gritty and is bypassing the door and landing on the tile to the entryway.

    • They think they've go it bad? My initial response to the Save Teh World/world/children/environment spot on television that was just on hi liting the drought in the Horn Of Africa.

    • I like to eat tuna and mac and cheese in the same meal, but not mixed together.

    • There's a toy stuffed mouse hanging from the tree outside my living room window.

    • Zac's mom took him to a place familiar to him where we do business. When they walked in he said, Can I have a cookie and a Gatorade? The hot chick behind the desk said, Sure- you know where they are, help yourself. He brought them back, walked around the desk like he owned the place and after sitting in the girl's lap picked up a pen and started doodling on her note pad.

    • Lucky for me, mom wasn't in a humor impaired mood that day.

    • Novocaine for the the soul








    Thursday, January 26, 2012

    Wednesday, January 25, 2012

    Wednesday's Digressions










    • Recently at work while trying to schedule on the computer an appointment for a patient who has a reputation for being difficult I became aware that she had moved behind me and was looking over my shoulder. Seeing my last name in the log-in she said as much and then lamely trying to affect a playful tone said,"Hey- now, I know your last name- I can Google you! Ahem, my full name is printed intentionally rather prominently on my ID, I would have gladly given it if asked and regardless, would have been compelled to do so if again, she'd only asked. In the words of the Blogfather, "I bet her life is a thousand times harder than it has to be."





    • Will somebody tell me (using small words and diagrams if possible) how to set an about me button on the main page of a blogger.com blog?





    • If I were fantastically wealthy I'd: spend every waking hour getting every available hot air balloon certification and gaining thousands of hours of flight time. Then I'd move to Africa and sell rides across places like Ngorongora crater, Maasai Mara and take film makers on flyovers of the annual migrations of the plains animals. For Europeans I'd lay my Texas accent on thick and with Americans I'd affect a British accent and refer to myself as an expat.





    • At the store where I drop in to get drinks and milk etc. they know I like to scan the products myself so as soon as they see me walk in they rotate the laser toward the front of the counter.





    • My insurance agent is pretty hot- I asked her out the first time we met. She was on the skids from her marriage and looking for herself so I wished her well and moved on. Recently I had to interact with her again. Predictably I commented on her hawtness. She said, Aw, you're so sweet- let me see if we have any discounts to put on your policy.





    • One of the most neglected secrets of life is figuring out which wheels to grease and how.





    • No centaurs