Screaming kids in public used to make me crazy, absolutely crazy, especially during the Atlanta years. It was before I had any screamers of my own, was working hard and playing hard, and had a very low threshold for nonsense.
I was constantly rolling my eyes, and whisper-hollering, “Heeeere we go…”
Then our first child came along, and I became a little more understanding. We never let our kids just scream and scream and scream in public, because, you know, we think of others. But they sometimes cry. It’s a fact of life, and there’s not much you can do to stop it.
So, when we’d be in a restaurant or whatever, and some kid started wailing and it seemed like the parents were making an attempt to deal with it, it didn’t bother me too much. ‘Cause I’d been there, and know how it is. I’d just give them a good-natured “what are you gonna do?” look of solidarity, and calmly go about my business.
I was growing as a person, maturing and calming down. Life experiences change a person, I knew, and I was becoming more worldly and sophisticated.
But now that our boys are a little older, and almost never cause public disturbances anymore, I’m right back to square one. Screaming kids make me crazy again, absolutely crazy. And I routinely whisper-holler, “Heeeere we go…” like it’s 1995.
Just thought you’d want to know. I guess I ain’t got no sophistication, after all?
I mentioned that Toney and I are re-watching The Sopranos, from the beginning. We just started Season 4, and haven’t seen most of the episodes since they originally aired on HBO.
The first three seasons are stellar, consistently hilarious and fantastic. But by the fourth season, things are starting to get a little wobbly. Mixed-in amongst the moments of genius, are a few clunker episodes — for the first time.
A few nights ago we watched what must be the worst of them all: when Silvio gets all worked-up about Columbus Day. Remember that? Wow! What a turd of an episode. The characters don’t even seem like themselves; they’re all pontificating, and giving wooden speeches about Italian pride and whatnot.
It’s jaw-droppingly bad, especially considering everything that came before.
What do you think are the worst episodes of an otherwise great TV series? Can you think of any? If so, use the comments link to tell us about it.
School started again yesterday, so I’m home alone during the day. Well, me and Black Lips Houlihan… And when I got out of the shower this morning, there was a carpenter’s level in front of the bathroom door. TS? It looked like it had been placed there, on its side and perfectly lined-up.
My heart started pounding, because it was kinda freaky, and I yelled, “Hello?? Is anybody here? What in the candy-striped hell??”
Then I walked around the house making sure the doors were locked, and that some weirdo “visitor” hadn’t arrived while I was soaping-up my mannery glands.
I found nothing unusual, and don’t have any idea how that level got there. It’s usually kept on a shelf above the washer and dryer. So, what the heck? I have no explanation, literally. Will somebody please get George Noory on the phone?
I want to go to New York City. It’s the weather, I think. Fall makes me want to walk around Manhattan all day, eat a wide swath through the city, and drink a few $9 beers after dinner. For some reason this never occurs to me during the summer months. Weird, huh?
There’s a commuter bus that runs between Scranton and NYC several times per day, and I might be aboard one of them soon. Things are getting a little rut-like around here… Funk it.
Are you happy with your name? I guess mine’s OK, although it’s not very imaginative. Jeff, I believe, was one of the most popular boy names of the early ’60s, so my folks didn’t exactly go out on a limb with it.
And if I’d been a girl, they were going to name me Lisa — one of the most popular female names of the era. No Eninen stupidity for my Mom and Dad….
Here’s what “Lisa Kay” would probably look like today, by the way.
I got called Jeff Gay a lot in grade school, by comedy geniuses, and people always say, “What did you say your name was, JFK?” But other than that… it’s not so bad. I would’ve preferred two syllables up-front, though. A pair of one-syllable names is a little choppy, don’t you think?
What about your name? Are you cool with it? Have you ever considered changing it, or do you go by a nickname to hide your real name, or anything like that? Give us a quickie review, if you’re so inclined.
And I think I’m going to call it a day now.
Have a great weekend, my friends.
I’m wondering about this.
With us I have absolute power in the naming of the kids. My wife made some suggestions, but it’s up to me in the end. Seems sort of one sided, I’m sure. But it works for us. We’re sort of a 50’s family for all intents and purposes.
What about you guys? The names she had picked out for our two daughters were very different that what they ended up with. My first one, Marion, is named after my Grandfather AND Grandmother. It goes back to some guy in the Civil War. Madelyn is sort of her Grandmother’s name. We’re having another kid in Feb and if it’s a girl she’ll also get an “M” name because it doesn’t seem right otherwise. My wife’s name is Melanie. So I can’t say, “Melanie, Marion, Madelyn and Jazebell, come here!” Seems cruel.
On the other hand, if it’s a boy he must have a “J” name. Most of the good ones are taken in my family. We have Jason (me), Jacob, Jackson, Jerod, Julian, Jeff, Justin, and Joey. So what’s that leave? Jesus? Help me!
@Jason What about Jarrett?
You think Jarrett sounds too much like Jerod? I don’t know. Jerod is my brother. But Jarrett, I like it. Thank you. I also thought about Jack. Simple little Jack. But it sounds a lot like Jackson. (sigh). We’re white so if I name him Jesus we can’t pronounce in “hay-suess”. So maybe Jesus is a bit over the top. Fuckers left me with few options, I’ll tell you that.
I can always go the easy way out and name him after me. Jason.
The whole “J” names for boys is an unspoken rule. Everyone has observed it. I waited to have kids. So now I’m one of the last ones.
Stripper name:
Speedy Hinkle…LOL
James is the most common. Is that too boring?
Jason – cop a few idears from the Duggar family. They have plenty of examples.
Jordan, Josiah, Jeremiah was a Bullfrog, Jeremy, Jujube, Jules, John, Jaba the Hutt, Jace, Jools, Beware the Jabberwock, James, Jude, Jacob, Jasper, Jiminy Cricket
OK – the combination of my first and middle names is utterly androgynous, and thus I receive a fair portion of mail to a “Mr” me. I am not, nor shall I ever be, a boy, in case you’re interested.
My stripper name sucks – Scooter Terrace.
Dammit tiff — I was going to suggest consulting the Duggar family as well.
Jethro, Jedediah, Jehosphat, Madonna, Mabel, Miata, Melvina, Mavis, Maude, Medusa. If the baby is blond, Juan or Mahogany might really spice things up.
Seriously, though. It’s tough to name a child even without a letter restriction. Here are a few I could think of:
Jonah, Jamison, Jeremy, Jesse, Joel, Josiah, Jordan, Jasper
Mallory, Mia, Marissa, Maia, Maisie, Marlee, Marielle
Good luck!
I hated “Lauren” as a child and adolescent. I graduated from a school with over 1,600 kids and not one of them was also named Lauren. I felt out of place and asked my parents to legally change it to Jennifer or Amy. Little did I know that the name would explode just a few years later. There are Laurens is all over the place and I’m glad my parents ignored my nonsense because I like it quite a bit now.
When I got married I changed my middle name to my maiden name. My middle name at birth is just atrocious and very few people know what it is/was. Both my maiden name and married name are fine. I don’t have a problem with either one.
Stripper name = Mollie Berkshire
Jason- Jarrett is Wally’s middle name. He is a good dude (obviously since I married him), but I like that it is not overly common, ya know?
my stripper name—inky mahanoy!! neat huh?
funny you should ask about names. i recently told my husband that if i changed my name, it would be to one of my two favorite npr newscasters: either dina tempelrasten or amanda rabinowitz.
i absolutely loathe my real name; it’s too close to dorothy lamour, and dates me something awful. by the way, i was named after my dad’s secretary——-no no no! she was ancient and as ugly as sin. really!
Porn star name: Duchess Longhill (for a guy? won’t work)
I have the same first and last name as a rather famous person, now deceased.
So, professionally I use my two middle initials (British disease to give multiple middle names) to distinguish me from him.
I have to say my full four entry name, spoken aloud, has a nice ring to it and I have always been pretty happy with it. And dealing with a famous guy and jokes about him was really okay.
BTW, the famous guy and I are both named for the same King of Scotland, Malcolm III, who was crowned at the end of Shakespeare’s Macbeth if you are into that whole literature thing.
And, I continued the multiple names thing with both of my youngest boys. They like their names (I think).
Darn, I was almost liking that name. I’m telling you, these names do not work for me. I hear one chuckle, I will hunt you down. I will pimp slap you.
My pornstar/stripper name = Lassie Leach
My soap opera name = Rodney Pearl-Irvington
I think I’ll go with your names, with a J. So we have:
Jiff
Jretchen
Jrisha
Jrynhildr
(sigh). Okay then. I’m so fucked. We’ll hope for another split-tail. My wife likes to watch two things, the Duggers and those midgets. I’m not naming my boy “Johosophat” or “Jaws” or whatever. Making them is so much easier than naming them.
Thanks for your help though, angels! We’re finding out on the 15th of this month if it’s a boy or a girl. If it’s a boy I’ll be back for help, no kidding. The winner gets a chili dog or whatever they want (within reason).
Peace, taco grease, and so forth.
Porn Star Name – Rusty Waple
Soap Opera Name – Charles Oakley (wasn’t that a basketball player?)
Was supposed to be a George like my father and his father. My mother told her father-in-law that there was no way in hell her son would be a George. She compromised by given me his middle name of Charles.
I distinctly recall (around the age of 9) wishing my name was Jackie. It was my dream name.
My name is Barbra. Not Barbara, but Barbra like Streisand.
I am my mother’s only daughter and my first and middle come from my grandmother’s names .. that they WENT BY.
Had my mother decided to use their birth names
I could have been named:
Bertha Maude
Bertha answered to Barbara
Maude answered to Ruth.
Barbra Ruth reminds me of Babe Ruth
sorta.
Cool as I am, I never could have played off Bertha Maude in HS and got away with it.
Jedediah.
Jeremy,
Joseph.
James,
Jonah.
Or D’Argo.
Pick one.
Kids…I could takem or leavem. Well not so much takem as leavem. Mostly because I see what screaming, blithering, hellions my friends have and I thank god every time I walk out of their house.
Desperate Housewives started out awesome then went into the shitter around season 2. I think it was about the same time that retarded guy showed up in the basement.
My real name is Kim. Nap inducing boring! Well actually my real real name is Kimberly which I’ve grown to like a little more over the years. I hated the name growing up. Then a certain boyfriend called me Kimberly which gave it a whole new ring.
Gretchen – I like your name. I went to grade school with a Gretchen. She was always super nice to everyone and she had gorgeous hair.
My stripper name – Pumpkin Cloverleaf (for real!)
I have a sudden urge to go to facebook and see if I can figure out who each of you are based on the clues in your posts.
By bikerchick’s definition, my stripper name is Natasha Regent. That would be quite classy if I were a girl.
Lee Harvey’s definition makes me Isis Krohne, which works a little less well IMHO. I don’t have a soap opera name, because I don’t have a “street you grew up on”. Between my birth and my high school graduation, we lived on seven different streets. Which one should I pick?
And I’m OK with my name. Didn’t like it much as a kid, but it’s grown on me. And it seems for some reason that going by one’s middle name is easier in Virginia than it was in New York.
I have always disliked my name.
I felt like it sounded like a cheerleader or something. I always wanted a cool family name, like Agneta or Dagmar.
It’s pretty hard to make fun of the name Tammie but somehow the boys in my 7th grade class managed to come up with something….they called me Whammy Titmore.
My stripper name would be Honey Station…imagine that?
Tammie I am LOVING your blog!
@RNK
” I have a sudden urge to go to facebook and see if I can figure out who each of you are based on the clues in your posts.”
Let’s not make this more difficult than it really is.
http://facebook.com/citizenx
CitizenX (er Barbra) that link takes me to my own homepage. Odd.
Am I the only one who is shocked that JK even owns a carpenter’s level? Did it come with the house or something?
As for names my mom told me she considered naming me Adrian. Fuck. I’d have been forced to kick my own ass on general principle.
When my kids were of sceaming age, I simply removed them from the venue, stores, restaurants, church, or wherever. I just took them outside. It worked out for me because I got to smoke a cigarette while I listened to them cry. Of course, that doesn’t work while confined to an airplane, train or bus. So you try the best you can to shut them up, and feel really bad for the other people who have to listen. But seriously, what the fuck else can a parent do? Have a little sympathy and buy some ear plugs. Little kids cry. It’s a fact of life. My porn name is Inky Sunset. I’m fine with my given name, Kay, which is actually a nickname for Kathryn. I named my sons Christopher Scott, Timothy Jason, and Brad Mitchell. Nice strong American names that sounded good on the baseball and football fields.
Pron star name..Blackie Ekerd
>>> mannery glands
No, Toney has “mammaries”; you have “daddaries”…
heh
Holy Shit!! When did this update get here? By the time I left work yesterday, I had checked about 30 times to see if it was here yet.
My fake Dad wanted to name me after his grandfather, whose first and middle names were Alpheus Mactiere. I may have Jeremy’d myself in front of the classroom with that one. Mom put her foot down, for once, thank God.
What was a funny show once was extremely painful to watch in it’s last dying season, and that was the Drew Carey show.
That GW Bush show was also pretty painful to watch in its last years too. I’m still having bad dreams about those episodes.
Did you know- I lost another two pounds, even though I freaked out and ate a whole pizza at lunch the other day? Lots of B-Ball with the brothers in Newtown. Those silly white guys at the YMCA can’t even make me break a sweat.
On IPOD right now- “Quicksand Jesus”- Skid Row
@Gretchen…Enchanting name; don’t you ever change; keep that breathless charm.
Made it 50+ years with John, Johnny, JT. Like most names, it’s gone from common to rare. The name is as flawed as I am, so it works fine.
Stripper name (and I’m thinking of changing careers, so this info could help me): SNOOPY STEVENS.
It sounds a little more like a private eye than a stripper, but if I switch to writing fiction it could be a shamus who dances evenings for dollars and clues.
Wow another Snoopy!
Snoopy Brockley is my stripper name. So not hot unless you are into dogs and vegetables. Yuck.
My name is normal but spelled weird. HIghly annoying that people think I am ‘Kareeeeeeeen’ or ‘Corrine’ because of the spelling. But whatever.
Stripper name- Clarence Seventeenth?
I have learned to shut out the screaming kids noises in restaurants or anywhere else. The noise just doesn’t bother me anymore.
Noise that bothers me- styrofoam. I can hear the slightest touch of a piece of it from across the house and it makes me want to put my fist through something. I don’t know when I developed that.
On IPOD right now- “Proud Mary”- Ike and Tina Turner Revue
AngryWhiteGuy – I’ll be gald to show you a few of my SEAL routines. I have plenty of logs and plenty of beaches.
For the sake of those who don’t Twitter:
shitmydadsays – “I turn the kitchen faucet on and the shower burns you, yes, I get it…No, I’m not gonna stop, I’m just saying yes, I get that concept.”
Oh, and I don;t mind kids too much, but what really irritates me is stupididty.
The main plank in platfrom in my campaign for Emperor is the summary execution of the stupid.
Who wants to vote for me?
I am fine with my name, even though my married last name is a little odd. My husband’s initials are WTF, making it much easier to yell at him when I am really pissed. My stripper name would be Fritzie Crescent, oddly disgusting.
Jeezus Christ, Shiny Rod. I don’t have ONE goddamn idea of what you said or was talking about there. I started thinking about Heidi Klum. You are an enigma my friend. Please enlighten me.
On IPOD right now- “Funeral for a Friend”- Elton John
Jorge, Binkley absolutely rocks. The fact that he is your icon for your blog is awesome. My favorite Bloom County character, next to Bill The Cat, ever.
Does anyone care if I post an update that about ten of you will read today? It involves gifted children, death and playing basketball with black guys, Voting stops at three PM.
On IPOD right now- “Gimme Shelter”- Stones
Send it along AWG, gotta have something to kill the week! PS I always read your stuff, just don’t always comment on it.
AngryWhiteGuy – Exercise routines man, yeah people say that about me. Did you miss the SEAL training shows they did on the military channel?
AWG, you KNOW I’d read it. I’m your number one gropey…whoops…I mean groupy. LOL!
Go ahead AWG, entertain me please.
Thanks, I’ll send it along in a few.
Shiny, I think I get enough exercise against the brothers in pick-up basketball, but anything else is good. Now I get what you mean.
On IPOD right now- “So Cold”- Breaking Benjamin
I’ll try to break it down into two parts. It didn’t seem to accept it all at once:
September 11, 2009
Weight Loss
268 pounds…. Cannot remember the last time I went below 270. Salads, vegetable and beans. And one entire pizza on a moment of weakness that I ate for lunch this week. And a lot of fish oil capsules. These are all good, but the basketball I have been playing is intense and difficult and has contributed to a lot of the loss. I tried to play at the YMCA. Mostly young punks and a few guys my age, and blatantly, they all suck. And they were white. I’m just sticking my goddamn arm up there and smacking away their poorly selected shots, with no effort. I’m not even jumping. Therefore, I have been going to the darker section of the city, called Newtown, and meeting up with guys I used to play ball with for money years ago. The same guys are there. No one gets out of Newtown once they live there. However, these guys are talented and keep me gasping for air for hours at a time. I am the only white guy, but they always pick me up first when choosing sides. I AM the White Shadow.
Anyways, one guy, whose name is Isley, but we all call him Booker(?) and I have known each other for years. We are physically about the same size and intensely angry when we play. Both of us were shoving each other around the other night and he ended up tackling me and scraping my face on the pavement. I ended up punching him in the ribs. He ended up at the walk-in clinic across the street for the less fortunate and it turned out the ribs were broken (three of them). I started feeling guilty after a brother named “Smack” came back and told the rest of us the news, but fifteen minutes after that, Booker came back, screamed at me “I’ll put a fucking bullet in you, mother fucker!” and then began to laugh, I knew it was all good, after nearly shitting my pants from the verbal beatdown. Good people, good friends. If I ever win the Lotto, I will help to pull them all out of Newtown, should they wish to do so.
Anybody have any stories about a physical fight with a friend? How did it end up? Still friends or sworn enemies?
Death
Today, at lunch, my wife (the child bride) spoke to me and told me her father has less than a year to live. The doctors treated his prostate cancer a couple of years ago, and gave him a clean bill of health, cancer free, mind you, and everything was going to be fine. My wife was ecstatic about this news. Now, today, it turns out that he is in the one percent of people that their bones get attacked by that particular cancer and he will die soon. FUCKING DEATH!!! I don’t know how to quite handle this. True, I have had death in my family in the past, and have dealt with it, but this guy is basically my best friend. I really don’t have a best friend here, in America’s Wang, and since he is close to my age, I have always considered him as such. I also owe him $2000 that helped us get out of a jam when I was unemployed. Do I pay him back now? Or is it a worthless gesture? He is no longer married to my wife’s mother, but is to a step-in that he married a few years ago. I cannot find the words to say how I feel about this guy, as he is the best fucking guy in the world that I have ever met.
Has anyone ever died that you owed a large amount of money to? How did you feel?
Bad Bosses
I can’t complain about the boss I have right now. The money sucks, but it is way beyond his control, since the State pays me and they are budgeted to pay me 1986 wages. I remembered a BAD Boss that I had and two years ago, to this day, although I was making a shitload of money, I posted this to the comments section at the WVSR. Now, I ask you, would you rather have a job you like and get paid shit. Or would you rather make fantastic money, and be treated like a child? Please read:
New boss is pissing me off. Here’s some examples of why he should slide under a gas truck and taste his own blood.
Example 1. Him: Find me the Order that Judge Bennett signed at the hearing I attended last Monday.
I search for ten minutes.
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Looking for the Order Judge Bennett signed last Monday.
Him: There is no Order signed by Judge Bennett. I asked you for a copy of the fax I send to Bill Tagland last Monday.
Me: I never sent him a fax.
Him: I KNOW YOU DID!!! I HANDED THE FUCKING THING TO YOU TO FAX. (Turns out someone else sent it)
I look for ten minutes.
Him: What are you looking for.
Me: The fax you said I sent.
Him: It’s on my desk. It’s been there all along. Stop wasting time.
Example 2. Me: Rich Heinan called, he said he sent you his file a year ago and asked what’s going on with his case.
Him: I never got anything from him. Write him a letter and tell him I can’t represent him and send him back everything.
Me: I thought he didn’t send you anything.
Him: He didn’t.
Me: You want me to send him an empty envelope?
Him: Just send him his fucking file, okay?
Me: You said there is nothing in his file.
Him: Exactly, what part do you not understand?
Example 3- Me: (first thing in the morning) Here’s a couple of documents that came in yesterday while you were in Gainesville.
Him: Why haven’t I seen these?
Me: Because you were in Gainesville.
Him: I need to see things like this right away as soon as they come in.
Me: That’s why I’m showing you now.
Him: When did they come in?
Me: Yesterday afternoon.
Him: Why haven’t I seen them?
Me: Because you were in Gainesville.
Him: I should have seen these right away. Don’t ask me for a raise any time soon.
Example 4- I began to carry a small recorder to tape things he says so I can play them back to make sure I got the directions right.
Him: What are you working on?
Me: The settlement agreement in Daniels.
Him: Why?
Me: Because you told me to.
Him: The fuck I did. I never told you that.
Me: I have it on tape. I played it back to make sure.
Him: Let me hear the tape.
I play the tape. It correctly states the project I am working on with his voice.
Him: That’s not me. I never said that.
One more for the road Example 5
Him: Use my email to find a probate attorney in Honolulu.
I find 6 and email them all. Three emails come back as non-deliverable. 20 minutes later, he checks his email.
Him: Who the fuck is using my email?
Me: I did, to email the Honolulu attorneys for you.
Him: Why are they undeliverable.
Me: I guess they have changed email addresses and didn’t let the bar association know.
Him: Send them an email and ask for their new email address.
So a typical day at work consists of that shit, plus him shitting in my Cheerios, kicking my dog and raping me with the fire extinguisher. I can only wish a sudden death upon this asshole. The voodoo doll isn’t working.
He’s still alive. My prayers have not been answered.
Kindergarten Stress
My five year old blonde goddess of a daughter just started kindergarten. They gave her a workbook for the year that has writing and math exercises. Each day, they are assigned a page to do at home. The book has nearly 100 pages. Monday night, she was in her room for a particularly long time. I asked about it. She said she was doing her homework. I asked if she needed help. She said no. The next day, I get a letter from her teacher. It read, “Jayne needs to follow my directions a little better. The workbook I sent home with her was only a one exercise per day assignment page. She has completed the entire book, with no instruction from me. I am sending the book home, along with another book for her to do the daily exercise. Please keep the completed workbook to check her work. By the way, she got every answer correct.”
So is she being punished by having to do the pages all over again…one day at a time? If she got them all correct (100 pages), should she be doing harder work? This child’s “through the roof” intelligence baffles me. It’s either going to take her far, or be a curse, due to her stubborn independence. Anybody else have gifted kids? My son (7th grade) is doing 12th grade work at his “school for the gifted” (he hates that term).
Did you know-Most gifted children know that they are different by the time they are five?
On IPOD right now- “My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult”- Thrill Kill Cult
I have been monitoring Fark for the report of a man caught with no pants on in a yurt whipping his hand through his hair a high rate of speed while ranting about how could he possibly be out of Little Debbie cookies already. No sign yet.
AWG – so is your boss the reason you chose the name Angry White Guy? I would cry everyday if I had to work for someone like that. Well maybe not cry, that could be the hormones and stress talking, homicidal might be more accurate. Why is it the incompetent scatterbrains always get the positions of authority? What a fuckin’ asshole!
Congrats on the little brainiacs! You might have to take it upon yourself to challenge your little girl since it doesn’t sound like the teacher is willing to…unless of course the goal of the assignment was to teach 5-year-olds to follow directions. Go to Barnes & Noble (or some such) and have her pick out workbooks she would like to try. Go a little above her level just to see for yourself what she can do. Since she is obviously going to breeze through the rest of her teacher assigned homework she will just think the daddy assigned homework is fun. Little kids are gullible like that.
On your dying father-in-law…does he have your sense of humor? If you like him so much I’m guessing he does. If that is the case, I would start paying him $38.46 every week, and explain to him you just couldn’t let him go to the great beyond without settling the debt.
Today’s observation: It being September 11th, the History Channel is re-running all the WTC shows. I’ve noticed that they are using computer animation to show the planes actually crashing into the buildings while the rest of the footage is real. It’s not for enhancement or anything, they just cut out the real footage of the planes and replaced them with animation. Is this somehow supposed to lessen the devastation and heartbreak that was felt at the moment of impact? I’ll have to keep watching to see if it’s all the shows or just the two I’ve watched. What’s their point?
My name sucks!
RNK- I was the AWG long before that asshole. I have had a lot of bad bosses in the past, but that one was the absolute worse. My sister-in-law saw his car downtown on Friday night and scratched “bi-polar asshole” on the side. The whold fambly know what a toll it took on my sense of mental health, and they have done everything they can to make sure he gets no glowing recommendations.
Every time I have triied to pay back my FIL, he says “Wait until you are on your feet again, knowing that I am working around the clock to catch up on medical bills and bouts of recession based unemployment. I just will feel bad about it later.
On IPOD right now- “Frank’s Wild Years”- Tom Waits