Archives for September 2009

How Many Times Must Jack….

When the wife don’t listen

Something tells me that this is the sort of video that might get a husband in trouble.

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From The Archives

Every now and then I like to air out the archives and share some of the older stuff with you:

Sex & Love- A Father Speaks
My Best Writing
Instant Messenger
Not Quite A Recap- Let’s Talk About Body Parts

I Can’t Work Like This

I work hard to live the life that I teach my kids to live. It doesn’t make any sense to me to teach them to do one thing and then have them ask why I do the opposite.

That doesn’t mean that there aren’t times where we play the do as I say not as I do game, but I do my best to minimize it.

Anyway, if you have been following along you know that I have been dealing with some computer issues.

I have two desktops that just aren’t working properly and I can’t seem to figure out why.

I have run scans to check for spyware and found nothing. The antivirus checks have all been clean too.

They have been defragged and the registries have been checked with TLC.

And still they are not working properly. So I find myself having reached the end of my rope. My patience has worn thin and now I am cursing at these stupid fucking machines.

Remember I said that I try to live the life I teach my children to live. Their abba teaches them to remain calm and run through the checklist of what could be wrong.

Well those kids aren’t here right now which is why I screamed in disgust at the stupid fucking machine. I begged it to take a swing at me, just one tiny punch.

I promised that if it did I’d kick its ass right into next week. I swore that I’d punch its motherboard right in its fucking mouth.

Of course it didn’t respond. It sat there silently mocking me.

I haven’t gotten much work done today. Been too busy wrestling with these fercockteh machines. Been too busy trying to figure out why they are doing this.

If I had the cash I would junk them and buy two new units. I am so frustrated I can barely look at them.

But old mother hubbard’s cupboard is bare. The damn school tuition took the spare change. The car repair took more and old Phineas Whiplash is threatening to take my first born.

So I am venting here. Making use of a Blackberry and Posterous.

If I can get one of these suckers to work properly I can make magical things happen.

I am so close yet so very far. And now that I have caught my breath I am going to fling myself back into the breach.

If I am not back in an hour check Sully’s Tavern. I’ll be guy with the bottle and bat attitude. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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If I could Write Songs Like This…

Some need gold and some need diamond rings
Or a drug to take away the pain that living brings
A promise of a better world to come
When whatever here is done
I don’t need that sky of blue
All I know’s since I found you, I’m happy when I’m in your arms
Happy, darling, come the dark
Happy when I taste your kiss
I’m happy in a love like this

There’s a house upon a distant hill
Where you can hear the laughter of children ring
Guardian angels, they watch from above
Watching over the love that they bring
But at night I feel the drakness near, I awake and I find you near
I’m happy with you in my arms
I’m happy with you in my heart
Happy when I tatse your kiss
I’m happy in love like this

In a world of doubt and fear
I wake at night and reach to find you near
Lost in a dream, you caught me as I fell
I want more than just a dream to tell

We’re born in this world, darling, with few days and trouble never far behind
Man and woman circle each other in a cage
A cage that’s been handed down the line
Lost and running ‘neath a million dead stars
Tonight let’s shed our skins and slip these bars
Happy in each other’s arms
Happy, baby, come the dark
Happy in each other’s kiss
I’m happy in a love like this 
Happy- Bruce Springsteen