On Sunday, I shaved my head because I was getting a bit bushy on top, and all day my son was trying to rub my head non-stop. I asked him if he would like me to shave his head like mine, so he could rub his own head, and he agreed. My wife wouldn’t even watch…
I will call him…Mini Me!
We had a birthday party for my middle child on Sunday. For her birthday, we bought her the first 2 seasons of Full House on DVD. I have seen more of that show that I care to ever see again. I need to buy the $25 DVD player I saw at Circuit City for their play room in the basement. Then I should be able to avoid that show like the clap.
Friday is VDS day. VDS = Vas Deferens Snippage. Joy. At least I get to enjoy the Valium and Vicodin…enjoy is probably too strong of a word, though. The drugs will make the pain bearable, I hope, and then I can at least enjoy laying on the couch with an ice pack. I might have to buy some more games for my PSP. I will enjoy asking everyone to wait on me, hand and foot. Get me a beer! Get me some more Vicodin…and another beer! Jimmy Johns subs sound good for Saturday lunch.
I think Wednesday night will be the last time I can use my Vas Deferens. I must use them wisely.
PSP, my anti-drug.
kb9udr
Not the kung-fu movie…I am speaking of none other than:
This man taught me, at a young age, that it is ok to play with knives. You can even paint with them. Other than some repressed Baptist kid who is not allowed to look at, wear, or paint with colorful things, most of us discovered finger-painting at a young age. That and crayons, watercolor, pencils, chalk, or whatever would make a mark on something. A friend of mine, and I actually used to watch Mr. Ross, on weekends when I would stay at his house. At first we thought he was funny…because he just is silly…period. After laughing for the first 5 minutes we would actually be transfixed to what he was doing with the medium. He used knifes, and brushes to make very beautiful landscapes, or whatever he wanted, in very little time. We were mesmerized so much that we even stopped laughing at his silliness after a while. Eventually we were answering him with things like, “Yes, Bob, that is a gay little cloud, and OH MY that tree does look happy.” I am in no way joking about this dear friends. This actually happened. It was so amazing to us, at that age, that you didn’t have to let the paint dry to paint another color over it, or adjacent to it, and it actually looked good. I loved the wet-on-wet look. it was quicklly accomplished and the art had a smooth look to it, because the colors always blended at the edges, and over the top of each other.
Just like real life.
I salute you Bob Ross, the Legendary Master. You made me appreciate a less masculine side of art, and taught me that knives are cool…no matter what you are doing. Plus, you said “gay” at least 20 times per episode.
Please release Bob Ross on DVD???
kb9udr
I went to the show Tuesday night. Prior to the show, I spent a couple hours at a friends house getting as drunk as humanly possible, without dying. I don’t remember 100% of what happened after that. What I do remember, is my wife being somewhat pissed at me for requiring her adult babysitting services.
I remember “Mister Self Destruct”, “SIN”, “Terrible Lie”, then a bunch of songs, and finally, “Head Like a Hole”. They played “Closer”, as well as “Hurt”, somewhere in the middle. mostly I remember the imagery during the songs, and I am so familiar with the songs that it doesn’t matter that I don’t remember hearing them so much as I KNOW I must have heard them.
I burnt my thumb on my lighter, probably during “Hurt”, doing the whole “concert lighter in the air” thing.
Wednesday was a bad day for me. I taught my 3 year old son a valuable lesson in self reliance. For the entire morning I was in bed, while he watched cartoons and amused himself. I was useless to him. I was asking him for help…
kb9udr <——Father of the year.
This is probably one of the funniest things I have read in a coon’s age.
This kinda stuff just makes me want to do mortal harm to myself.
Fo Shizzle!
kb9udr
Go to Google.
Search for “kimmy gibbler dead”.
My site is the 6th one down…SO SWEET!
I want to have the foremost site on Kimmy Gibbler and her corporeality.
I was looking at my webstats the other day, and noticed that someone found my site by searching for the term “kimmy gibbler dead”. After performing the same search, myself, I was amazed to find how important this site is to Kimmy Gibbler fans everywhere.
kb9udr
Why is nondenominational even a word?
non·de·nom·i·na·tion·al (nŏn’dĭ-nŏm’ə-nā’shə-nəl) pronunciation
adj.
Not restricted to or associated with a religious denomination.
So isn’t “being” nondenominational a denomination. It seems to me that there are a lot of nondenoninational churches in this world, and being more than one, that puts them into a group, or denomination. I am sure they have nondenominational leagues, as well, or nondenominational picnics.
Above and beyond all that mouthfull of crap that just fell out of my mouth: If the “church” is nondenominational, which means that they are not restricted to one particular religion, why then do they only talk about JC? What about the nondenominational hindus that may be in attendance? Maybe some silly Jews show up on Sunday, just out of curiousity, and the church is talking all about Jesus. Jews don’t really give a hoot for Jesus… It would behove these nondenominational churches to broaden their horizons a bit. Think of all the cash they could rake in from all the goat sacrifices, ba-mitzvas, big fat greek weddings, and meditation sessions. They could buy about 75 acres in the middle of say, Howard, which is a suburb of Green Bay, WI, and they could build a huge “Community Center” where anyone could come to worship anything. Maybe even practice some voodoo…
In conclusion, there are so many of these so called “nondenominational” churches in this stupid little town, and they are not associated with anything, which in and of itself IS an association!
You are unique, just like everybody else.
kb9udr
My motherboard took a big healthy crap almost 2 weeks ago. I was not able to send it back to the mysterious manufacturer until last Friday. I have been without a computer, other than my laptop, for nearly 2 weeks. I should have just gone to the store and purchased a new network card for $15 instead of sending the package to them for $15. I am so anal and untrusting of this world that I sent it certified, insured, and 2nd day. I really want my mobo to work 100%, instead of living my life knowing that the NIC port on my mobo is good for shite.
In the last 2 weeks I have finished an 1120 page book, started another equally large tome, played my PSP more in 14 days than in the past 2 months, cooked supper often, went to bed early, watched TV, played with my kids, and not looked at much prØn. Much. I still have my laptop remember? I just have to keep one hand on the Alt-F4…the other hand on the…mouse.
So my brother had me search high and low for a laptop for him. He just wants mobile-prØn. Whatever he tells me he wants it for, deep down I know he has a method to his madness, a means to an end, if you will. I like the term mobi-wank. I wish Wang still made computers…I would buy 3.
kb9udr
You other brothers can’t deny.
My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hon.
kb9udr
Now, I am not 100% sure that this passed, but if it does I will be living in the sorriest state in the union. Our state government is very close to passing an expansion to the safety belt law, requiring children up to age 8 or under a certain weight, to sit in a booster seat. Our state government is also thinking about passing a law lowering the hunting age to 8 years old.
Imagine me, if you will, the wonderful father bringing my son deer hunting at age 8. I help him into his booster seat for the ride out to the woods, and when we get there I help him back out again…only to hand him a high powered rifle capable of killing man and beast alike!!!
Who the hell thinks this is ok? You must restrain your child properly, IN CASE you get into an accident, but you have our permission to arm them at the tender age of eight. The government is going to force you to have your child in a booster seat, but it is your choice whether or not to let them run around in the woods with a loaded weapon.
Might as well give the kid a 6-pack for the ride home too. At least he’ll be safe in the booster seat.
kb9udr
