Being Crazy is Not that Scary After All

It was difficult to find a photo of him with that hat on

So, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I guess I passed-out here at home about an hour ago. I do not remember doing it but I do have a sore spot on my head where she said I hit the bookshelf on my way down like a ton of bricks or a sack of potatoes or whatever - I cannot say how I went down because I apparently blacked-out. I am not sure how long you have been reading this blog (some of you a very long time and some of you started more recently - when Cha Cha was in the hospitalS over the Thanksgiving/Christmas holidays). Anyway, I have had this weird thing going on where I start to have these out-of-body experiences. I cannot pin the "episodes" to any specific stimuli or events that cause these occurrences. In short, I start to get a weird feeling in my chest and then a tingling in my nose and then my head gets fuzzy and I jump into the minds / looking out through the eyes of a famous person (usually someone from my childhood. The ones that come to mind are Butch Patrick (Eddie Munster from The Minsters), Micky (yes, that is how he spells his "Micky") Dolenz (Micky of The Monkees - of course I would be the drummer), Brandon Cruz (Eddie Corbett from The Courtship of Eddie's Father) and the like. Yesterday I was looking out the eyes of H.R. Pufnstuf, specifically when he was wearing a cowboy hat and white cowboy boots (I think he always wore those boots though). He really is my "friend when things get tough." I have likened the leaps to Quantum Leap - maybe there is a television series or a book in this? Too bad I will be bananas or crackers or another food that means crazy so I won't be able to enjoy it. I have always kind of enjoyed the little journeys but, if I am going to pass-out, that may be a hindrance in life. I swear there was a television show about someone who would jump into other television shows. Maybe I am thinking of the film Pleasantville?

I am sitting down at the dining room table eating a tuna sandwich ("too much tuna") talking to you and I heard Jill up in her office talking on the phone saying, "yeah, he's been having these (and then the door closed and I hear muffled talking about me up there). I know it is about me (duh) and I am not sure if it is to the doctor or it's an interview with the National Enquirer or what. Jill seems to think it is lack-of-sleep related. She thinks I am falling instantly into a dream-state even though I rarely remember dreams. I wonder if I can parlay this into pity-sex? I must admit that I am a bit concerned. I am Always Looking on the Bright Side of Life . That song (the red link there) always makes me smile. I would like that played at my funeral. I would say that is one my last wishes but I am not sure if it is legal if I am not "of sound mind."

Jill and Fabio are really nervous - I can tell. That bothers me more than anything. Everybody has to die of something - at least I get to star in television shows while I go out. I wonder how I make the jump to the big screen!? Okay, enough about be losing my mind or dying or not getting enough sleep or whatever is happening to me.

Jill just read to me all of the things that it could be - Thanks Internet! Okay, and now for something completely different.

We still have not been able to figure out how to get the new Yamaha mixing board to work for our podcasting purposes. I think we need to get a few more things hooked-up to the board (in-studio preview speakers and/or headphones...) to make it work. I am not in the mood to work on that today. I really do want to get the show back on track. Maybe I could jump into the mind of Paul Shaffer or Phil Specter or Brian Wilson or Quincy Jones or some great producer. When I am of "sound" mind again I can get it going. That is assuming I was ever of sound mind.

I think I am going to stop because I cannot seem to focus on anything else other than what I have been blogging about today so far. Don;t worry about me - I am not in any pain or discomfort or anything. Up until this time, when I passed-out or blacked-out, I have rather enjoined my Dissociative or Depersonalization Disorder (that is what I think this truly is thanks to Adam Duritz from Counting Crows). I took off of work tonight and will return tomorrow night depending on what the doctor says tomorrow. I bet there will be medicine or a sleep study or something involved. I am obsessed with this now so I need to stop.

Have a great rest of your day - enjoy the nice Spring snow in the MIDDLEwest if you're in my part of the sticks. Please do not worry about me. I wanted to write about this in case I don't remember it someday and someone tells me about it and I think they are making it up. They can have me come here and read it in my own words. Thanks for making me feel better by you just being here. I will be able to blog tomorrow. I think I may take a sleep aid tonight and see if that help. Maybe this is just old age creeping in? TTTT...MITH (out) TA!

I Live in Such a High Tech Town

At least I wear a little something

I hope all that talk about first impressions is bunk. While walking out of the garage this morning with the few straggling bags of garbage while wearing my very old maroon draw-string sweatpants and the over-sized, stained, Babe Ruth T-shirt I bought at the old Yankee Stadium many years ago and my University of Illinois Croc's that look so old that maybe Babe Ruth himself had worn them adorning my feet I met the new neighbor. I also had not combed my hair and went without my usual baseball hat to hide the askewed hair. She was walking into her new house and I said "good morning" and she responded in kind. I then asked the fairly obvious question (because simultaneously I noticed the "sold" sign was no longer in the yard) - "are you our new neighbor?" Which she replied, "yes, I am." I then said."welcome" and she said "thank you." She then, looking at the basketball hoop and the menagerie of basketballs adorning our front yard said, "you have a basketball player!" I said "yes we do, do you have one too?" To which she said "my grandson but he is only eight." I said "my son is 18 but I am sure he would love to play basketball with your grandson." I did not mention that my son is well over six feet tall - that will be a surprise. So, I welcomed her to the neighborhood and inadvertently taught her which day of the week is garbage day and that I am not really hung-up on appearances. She pretty much knows everything she needs to know about me and life in a cul-de-sac.

I spent most of the day running around the city of Rockford looking at what was available for mixing boards and microphones. I eventually made the decision and purchase. I have been reading manuals and playing with the equipment but have not been having very much luck. I can see why sound engineers make so much money. I thought I would take a break and then go back with a fresh mind and maybe figure it out. Cha Cha will be home soon too and she is far more techy than I am (or is it techer?). I am looking forward to doing the show but I want to do it right.

The Jeep Patriot is an awesome car to travel in (I look it to Rockford as you might imagine). The technology in there is awesome. I used the GPS on the screen in the console to navigate around to where I was going. I played Pandora through my phone while charging the phone as well. I listened to the Pink "station" on the way up and around the city and played AC/DC on the way back. I may have mentioned it before but Pink is so much better when she can leave the curse words in her songs. It makes it seem more angry and edgy. I wish I could find a Mel Gibson to wear while I am driving around in The Patriot.

On the way to Rockford there was a copicer (I think I picked that up for Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt) with his lights going coming my way behind three cars who were not pulling over. I pulled over, as we are supposed to do) and, as he passed me going east while I was pulled-over on the side of the road facing west, he waved at me. It was like a thank-you wave. It is nice to be thanked sometimes even when you are just doing what you are supposed to do. It seems that the copicers in Malta are pretty appreciative.

It is now 2011 (time not year) and it does not look like we are going to record the new show tonight. We are going to record it, one way or another, in the morning, Cha Cha looked at the new stuff a bit and then we went out for dinner and now we are both tired. We went to dinner at Twin's Tavern her in town. Dinner was pretty crappy and then, when we got the bill, it was hand written on a little piece of paper like one of the ones from the little tiny notebook I carry with me wherever I go. Though you know I tell the truth 94.6% of the time here I took a photo so you would believe me. I always think about you. I felt like taking out my little pad and drawing some dead President's faces on the papers and giving them to her as payment. I think 108 must have been our table number maybe? I do not think we will go back there again.

I am going to go back down to the studio and see if I can figure this technology out. I am pretty tired so I do not have much faith in the outcome. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Maybe we should get someone to be our Engineer or something.

Okay, enough. Thank you for stopping by. Sorry I am posting this so late but that's life in fast-paced, slam-bam, live on the razor's edge, laugh in the face of death world of blogging. I started this several hours ago but I am a really, really, really slow typist. Maybe I should start writing the blog on little pieces of paper and just posting photos of my notes? Have a great night and tomorrow. I will let you know when the show is ready. IT WILL BE READY! You can always check the Dirty Laundry Podcast Facebook page too. TTTT...MITM (out) TA!

Back into the Studio Soon?

I wish that was our backyard

Yesterday I saw Jeff do something that I thought was only a myth. I gave him a pipe bone and he took it out in the backyard (no myth so far). About a half-hour later I looked out the window and he was digging under the apple tree (I cannot tell a lie but it was not a cherry tree). He had the bone in his mouth so I assumed he was digging to bury it. Eventually he dropped the bone into the hole he had manufactured and then used his nose/snout to push dirt and leaves to fill the hole. It must he instinctual because he has never seen this before. I cannot say that because I don;t know what kinds of shows he watches when we aren't around. The neighbor told me that his dogs (three Great Danes, two Irish Setters and another big yellow/tan one - maybe a Lab) had a bunch of Jeff's bones in their yard. I guess necessity is the doggie of invention and Jeff wants to keep some of his bones.

I am always surprised to find out who reads this blog. Cha Cha tells me that a lot of people at her work still read the blog (I think they got addicted when I was doing the daily updates on her health issues at the end of 2014) and I know some of the people where I spend my nights (Saturday through Wednesday) read it too. I am really humbled by you reading what nonsense comes from my melon and out of my hunt-and-pecking fingers. I know I almost always thank you for being here and I do always mean it. I love to write and I am not sure if I would if I were not reaching people. If nobody read the blog I guess I could just keep the thoughts in my head and continue to entertain myself. Than you also for forgiving all of my typos in my haste to get the blog published.

I guess Jill and I are heading back to Northwestern Hospital on Thursday (a week from today). I had forgotten that she has another "procedure" that day. I need to put in for a night off on Wednesday because getting off at 0600 Thursday and heading to Chicago at 0900 would probably be a dangerous proposition. The procedure will make it so she cannot drive after the procedure. I think the prep before we leave home for the hospital will do the same a bit. They are basically going to go in and make sure everything is working the way it is supposed to work. I think they will find that she is doing very well. Since I have known her (for the past 33 years) this is as healthy as I have remembered her. At the beginning, when we first started dating, she was not sick too often but it gradually got more frequent (I still think I may be the cause because everything is about me). It has been very nice to have her healthier; she is much happier too. We talked about going in the night before but that seems senseless since she will be on a limited (basically nothing) diet the night before and why go to Chicago if you cannot enjoy dinner out?

At least his haircut is one of his trademarks - I have no excuse

I guess quite a few people are asking Cha Cha when we are going to record another load of Dirty Laundry Podcast too. That being said I WILL head to Rockford in the morning and buy the new mixing board that we need to go to the next level and we WILL record a new show tomorrow night. I will TRY to have it edited and up on Saturday. I know there are a lot of IFS and TRYS implied in those last few sentences but I am not sure what the learning curve will be on the new mixing board. Worst case, I guess we can do it the old fashioned way for the time being. We really do enjoy doing the show and we both do miss it too. Thanks for putting the fire under our seats to get back into the studio. Hey, if you want to be a guest on the show sometime let us know. We have made a big star out of Emo Philips (among other people) and maybe we could do the same for you. We have also made friends with some really great people through the show. Relationships, to me, are what everything in life is about. I am a person people (strike that, reverse it).

Now I have started making a list of people to contact to be guests on the show.

We are thinking about changing our sliding door out onto the patio from The Tiki Room into french doors so we are going to go french door shopping tonight. I bet that is the first time you've ever heard that sentence. I think, when we have those doors / door installed we are also going to have them cut a door into the back of the garage so we can get into the garage from the patio. Now that the backyard is entirely fenced-in it would be a lot easier than dealing with one of the gates all the time. I am already picturing potential issues. The door to the patio would have to have a lock on it so people couldn't get into the garage. I see us leaving the door open and the garage door being open and Jeff escaping. I think he likes it here but I can tell he wants to run free too. He is a lot like me - he is nosy and knows he is missing something.

There's our great backyard view again!

I guess there is a solar eclipse tomorrow. If I see it I am going to look directly at it - I am a rebel that way. I think all of that "don't look directly at it" is a bunch of bunk. I remember being a kid and making something out of toilet paper rolls and tin foil and pipe cleaners or something and seeing nothing. Maybe is I look at it through my phone camera that would be okay? I will have to research it because I don't think I want to be blind. If I did want to be blind I can think of funner ways to get there than to star at the moon passing in front of the sun. Not that there's anything wrong with that!

Time for me to fly. Thank you for humoring me with your presence. I hope to blog again tomorrow but I am not 100% with the going west to get the new mixer (and probably a new pair of tactical britches) and then playing with the mixer, coming up with Dirty Laundry ideas, recording the show, maybe start editing the show and getting it uploaded I may be pressed for time. I promise I will blog at least tomorrow or Saturday for sure. I am seriously contemplating a nap right now though. TTTT (or Saturday)...MITM (out) TA!

P.S. My DVR is Trying To Kill Me!

It was a bit warmer and he didn't even have his coat on at night

This week seems like it has been eleventeen days long; I have been dealing with something that resembles a cold. The weather has been coming in like a lion and going out like a mouse and then going back out like a lion and in like a mouse and then turning into a mouse with a lion's body and then an inside-out lion sprinkled with mouse droppings... In summation, the weather, though much better than a month ago, still kind of stinks and I am blaming it for me teetering between illness and wellness.

I am very happy that the deer are out from hibernation or whatever they were doing as I do not believe deer hibernate. I think they just sleep longer and stay closer to their homes because food is not as plentiful in these bad winters and they have to conserve their energies because of this. Anyway, the other night I saw an animal that I have not seen around here. I saw an otter crossing the street. I think he crossed to get to the other side just as a chicken might. I may not have thought he was an otter but he had that otter wiggle that they have. Also, he looked just like an otter.

I am so delighted that tonight is my Friday. I think I may mucho take it easy and try to feel better after tonight. If that were a thing I could bet on it in  Las Vegas I would fly out and bet everything I had on me not doing that though. And, by flying out to Vegas, I would win the bet because flying out and being in Vegas would mean that I was already not doing that.

He even thinks he is a Chihuahua when he drinks 

A couple of days ago I wrote about how I was going to put some sand down the fence line where the swale drains the rain water and such to the storm drain where is eventually works it's way (via the storm sewers) to the retention pond at the front of our subdivision which leads to the creek and works it's way to the Kishwaukee River and then to a larger river and then to the Mississippi River and then down to the Gulf of Mexico where it spills into the ocean and then evaporates and then rains back here again later. See, I am just wasting my time. So, I got the fabric and 15 bags of sand two days ago and it was not enough. Yesterday, I got another 15 bags of sand and filled-in all of the bare-ish spots of mud and mush. Turns out that it works great so far. Jeff is coming in the house 100% mud free. The fence is a bit from the house so he shakes off all of the sand during his walk back to the house before he gets inside and we are 100% carpet free on the main level of the house so sand could be easily swept-up if he did bring some hitchhikers along. I am concerned that, if and when we get a heavy rain, a lot of the sand will make it's way to the Gulf of Mexico too. I always wondered where those sandy beaches came from and I never 100% believed that sand was crushed shells and stuff. It is from morons like me sending it down the Kishwaukee River postage paid. So, $150 and my back killing me later, we are at least mud-free for now. Jeff even likes lying in the sand because I think it is warm though I am getting tired of picking up his empty margarita glasses - I need to get him that opposable thumb transplant that he has been asking for. Seriously? "Opposable" is not a word either Spell-Check? I think you just think that because you have OPPOSABLE thumb envy! I may move the Adirondack chairs over there to the sand for Jeff.

I have been watching The Jinx: The Life and Deaths of Robert Durst on HBO. It is weird because I am on part six (the final part) and, while I am half-way through that series I heard he got arrested for murder. The series is about an extremely rich dude who thinks he can do whatever he wants to do. and he has been suspected and investigated for several murders over the years but he comes out fairly unscathed. There is a scene (and they had the security camera footage) where he stole a sandwich from a store just because he wanted to. He reminds me of several people that I have worked for in the past in that he doesn't care about anybody and he thinks he can do anything and get away with it because so many people let him. He is a little weasly guy that has a nervous tick or twitch (I believe if they studied that alone they would find a pattern) with eyes that are so dark that it looks like he has only whites and pupils (maybe because he is a rotten egg). I have no question that he has killed people just for the very reason that he stole that hoagie - because he could get away with it and he has so much money that he has to do stuff like that to get his thrills because the things that money can buy don;t do it for him. Anyway, it is a good show if you are into weirdos (and you read this blog so you have demonstrated a pattern) and the human psyche as I am. That probably comes from me hanging around the freak shows at the Illinois State Fair when we would go down there every year to perform with the Fox Valley Raiders.

I have to get dressed and get some other things done around here so I can spend my weekend starting tomorrow hanging with Jeff over by the 16" X 40' stretch of sand on our border. If you feel like dipping your toes in the sand come on over. Jeff and I are always looking for company. Thanks for stopping by; I always appreciate you. Maybe I will even blog from our beach tomorrow. TTTT...MITH (out) TA!

P.S. I think my DVR is recording things on its own to screw with me. Roseanne? Will & Grace? I am old and senile DVR - don;t make me investigate and prosecute JUST STOP IT!!!!!

Why Can't I Just Be a Whore?

Top of the blog to ya! Since it is St. Patrick's Day and I have McGuire and O'Reilly blood in me (both on me wee mother's side) I feel I have to at least start the blog sounding Irish (or at least as we racist Americans think Irish sounds). It's okay, I can do it because I am Irish.

Remember I told you that I got retweets from Dan Levy (Eugene's boy) and the Canadian Broadcasting Company (CBC) regarding my tweet about Schitt's Creek? Yesterday I received a message from Emily Heckelman who is an Associate Producer from HuffPostLive asking if I wanted to ask Eugene Levy a question about the show live on their show today. I did not take them up on the offer just like I turned down the interview with that French reporter who wanted to do with me about Bob Odenkirk and Better Call Saul. I am pretty sure these may be opportunities knocking (probably not, really) and I am not answering the door. I guess I am not the media whore I always thought I would be. Why did I go to school for mass media for all those years if I wasn't going to take these chances? I know these things would probably not lead to anything but many people have thought that before who are now media moguls I am certain. Why couldn't I be more like Kevin Smith and Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and Ted Turner and Rupert Murdoch in this arena? It is fitting that all of weeee Irish are all media whores on this fine day. I think most, if not all, of them have a bit o' Irish in them. I will be thinking about that all day and night now. Why can't I just be a whore like I was meant to be?

The part of my week where I am not sleeping or watching television or shopping or working in the yard or cleaning the kitchen or spending with my family or eating... is really dragging-on this week. I really wish one of those Power Ball tickets would have matched all of the numbers. Yes, I did check them last week and I donated to someone else. I just wrote something very somber and depressing and then back-spaced to get rid of it. I have to say that I do feel better that I had power of my creation and could destroy the evil before it was exposed to man and womankind. I need to use more of that restraint more in my life. Sometimes I just have to get things off of my chest so I can move-on.

I have a tremendous pain in my Trapezius or Rhomboid Major or Infraspinatus muscle on my right side. I have had it for a week.weak back (yes, it is true and apropo) but I think it may have been exacerbated by lugging sand bags yesterday. I have to lug more today as 15 bags were not enough to keep Jeff's feet from getting so muddy though he has not gotten muddy yet today so I know it is a great start. I am thinking about ten more bags in about 45 minutes.

All of a sudden I am in a rotten mood (I have NEVER claimed that I am not moody). I should probably end now before I blog something I may regret. Actually, I am not sure that would ever happen. Thank you for being here. I am going top put my muddy clothes back on and finish the backyard before I have to do something else this evening after sleeping again. Maybe I will find that pot of gold in the back yard in a bit. TTTT...MITM (out) TA!

When You Wish Upon a Blog!

What is the deal with all of the parents over-indulging their kids television shows? There are kids playing football shows and go-cart racing shows...There is a show called Pint-Sized Preacher about a child evangelist. I cannot think of anything more annoying. Of course that one is on the National Graphic Channel (Nat Geo) - makes sense. There are child psychics and Little Miss Perfect and Dance Moms and Toddlers and Tiaras... I sure wonder why the rest of the world thinks were a bunch of morons. Did the grown-ups get tired of embarrassing themselves so they thought their kids would like to be ill-adjusted before they even get to adulthood? I am sure it is all about the money. It really bothers me even more that these shows are on channels that sound like they are for worth-while things like nature and ecology... I would say that borders on predatory.

Spring is almost here. The two ways I can tell are firstly, I saw my first robin. Granted he (I am not sure he/she was a he or a she because robins all have the red breasts - equality in the bird kingdom) was sitting in the MIDDLE of the road at 0212 this morning (yes, it was so momentous that I wrote down the exact time). I cannot believe I saw him/her quickly enough to safely slow down enough for him/her to fly away but I bet there was that little white spot of bird poop in its birdie pants. And, the second sign of Spring is, now that the snow is mostly gone the fuel prices are up another ten cents per gallon. The kids needed to drive back to school after Spring Break and soon people will be taking their summer vacations so we are right for the raping again. Maybe that robin was trying to commit suicide because he/she is broke after driving his/her family back into town. Maybe he/she was drunk - it is St. Patrick's Day Eve. Maybe he/she looked in a window of a house and saw people watching a child-based reality show on The Nature Channel or something.

I am not sure if it was around the same time as the robin incident last night but I heard something on else (on the radio) that I found odd. It is easy for me to see and hear odd things because I am fairly odd and if anything is odder that me I am pretty comfortable in saying that it is odd. Anyway, the guy on the radio (and this is the station in town that says "today's best music") said "coming up in about eleven minute I'll be playing some Human League." I liked The Human League well enough back in the early-to-mid eighties but is that a selling point for me to stick around in 2015? So, more than eleven minutes later (liar though I guess "about" did give him unlimited leeway) he played (Keep Feeling) Fascination. I guess that was enough of a selling-point. I am a button-pusher though and am sure I left and came back. Incidentally, if your looking for some buttons, I can hook you up.

Because of the blog and me mentioning all of the live-action Walt Disney films coming out Cinderella was number one at the box-office this past week. I love that I have that kind of pull and power in the industry and with society. How come we haven't seen Cinderfella on television with this new movie at the theaters? There are so many channels now that maybe it was on the NASA Television channel or something. Back in the day, when we had three networks and maybe two UHF stations, this is the kind of poor-matt's live-action Disney movies we got - Cinderfella!

I do remember being young (yes, I have a very LONG memory) and my mom taking me and my brother and my cousins Carrie and Michelle to see the Walt Disney movies when the came to the Coronado Theater in Rockford. I suppose that was long enough ago that some of them may have been the first times they were in theaters but I suspect most of them we re-released to theaters because we didn't have VCR's or Netflix or premium channels (or even good reception of the few stations we did have). I think I saw every Disney film ever made back then. I loved The Jungle Book, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Song of the South the best even though I didn't know "dwarves" was a word until I was in junior high school. Maybe it isn't? Thanks O'Disney!

I talked about Disney and I forgot to mention that I saw that the Bambis are back out again too. With the snow gone I saw several deer last night. They had been hibernating or, at the very least, lying low with all of the cold and white grounds. They always make me happy to see.

This will be Jeff in about five hours

I have to get dressed and get over to Menard's or Lowe's and get some sand and that clothy stuff you put under sand so it doesn't get squished into the ground and become muddy sand. Jeff has made the entire area up and down the fence line between our yard and where his girlfriend lives total mud. Speaking of Disney - her name is Simba. I think this will be cheaper than our water bill from hosing him off every time he comes back in the house until winter again. He is a good, very smart and loving dog so he is worth it - damn it!  I need to get Jeff to walk on grapes and sell the Jeff wine to pay for the sand. He is amazing at liquefying solids into with his feet.

Thank you for stopping-by. I hope you are in an area of the world that is nice in every way today. It is supposed to be about 72 degrees here today - to me that is the exact perfect temperature. Maybe it is because, besides the number 13, 72 is my next favorite number. I may have to number my top ten numbers one of these days. That sounds like a doctor or dentist waiting room task. I am almost positive I will blog again tomorrow. I think I will get some lunch while I am out too; man I sure live the dream with all the eating and buying sand and stuff. Are rocks cheaper? I could have Jeff turn those into sand with his bare paws. TTTT...MITM (out) TA!

Friday the 13th Number 2

I must say that I feel very used and cheap (pun slightly intended as you will notice when you read-on). The birds loved me when it was cold out and I would fill the feeder outside of the Tiki Room window. I would brave the elements, though it was just leaning out of the window for a few minutes, to fill the feeder every night so their breakfasts would be waiting for them when they woke-up to the dawn. Now they don't even come around anymore. They don't call, they don't write... The rabbits still appreciate the carrots and lettuce though. I feel bad about them though because I am afraid that I am lulling them in and one day Jeff will catch them off-guard and we will wind-up with another headless rabbit on the back stoop. I am probably even making it easier for Jeff to catch them because I am fattening them up and slowing them down. I am an enabler!

Today is the second Friday the 13th of the year. I think there is one more to come in November. The last time we had three in one year was 2009 and the next one will be in 2026. Weird, 26 is 13 + 13. I have always had a fondness for the number 13. I always tried to get that uniform number when playing baseball or softball. It may be because I am kind of a contrarian a lot of the time. No you're not. Yes, I am! Why is contrarian not a word according to Spell-cheek?  (I misspelled Spell-cheek on purpose because I am a contrarian and I knew that it would piss Spell-cheek off).

I haven't formed an opinion on this yet

It is almost noon already and I have not done much. I cleaned the kitchen and am on my fourth load of laundry but I am feeling kinda lazy today. This IS my Sunday so I think I em entitled to be a slug for at least part of the day aren't I? I'm writing the blog so that has to count for something. I will do the shopping later and I am wondering what to do for dinner. I am in the mood to cook though the clean-up afterward doesn't thrill me. I do need to trim my nails again today. I am so happy that winter is almost over so they slow down in their growth speed. Why do we even need nails anymore? The nail on my big toe (I only have one so I don;t need to tell you that it is on my right foot) grows too fast and it's kind of gnarly and gets ingrown a lot. Who do I do to get that permanently removed (the nail not the toe)? Is that even a thing?

I am watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt as I write this and I laughed out loud (LOL) when Carol Kane's character (Lillian Kaushtupper) said. "ehh the Dutch, I never formed an opinion about them." There are so many lines flying so quickly it is great that I have such a superior and quick whit (as well as that little rewind button dealy on the remote for Netflix). I cannot believe I have to wait until March 2016 for the second season premier. I guess that will give you time to get caught-up on the show before the next season if you haven't seen it yet. I highly recommend it!

I am embarrassed to say I do this stuff all the time 

I read an article about the six most common ways men die. They are: heart disease, cancer, unintentional injuries (car crashes and stuff), chronic lower respiratory disease, stroke and diabetes. So, basically, I will die of something. As I read them I wondered - what else is there? Isn't just about every way encompassed in one of those? "Unintentional injuries" could be just about anything. I am a moron and I could have written that list. I suppose suicide isn't included unless you do it unintentionally. Is old age "unintentional?" Is there really such a thing as "dying of old age?" I always used to hear that expression when I was a child but I bet it was actually one of those other five. If I am 102 years old and I die in a car crash is that dying of old age?

Hey, the birds are out eating the seed. Maybe they were just being lazy today too.

I am off to market (after I get dressed in more proper shopping attire). Thank you for making the time to stop by. I hope you enjoy your Friday the 13th. The birds are singing like crazy now - I love that sound (and, right on cue - Jeff is out there barking). TTTT...MITM (out) TA!