Saturday, February 25, 2017

Yesterday's gone,


Thank God.

It was a stressful day full of stupid.

One good thing happened, though. I upgraded and picked up another solid modern laptop.

Yesterday I had to listen to a lot of screaming, shouting and carrying on. It is things like yesterday that make me wonder about way the legal system is set up.

It wasn't long ago that the police departments had a little more discretion to let things slide.  

When screamer gets in your face telling you that if you do anything they will have you arrested then you know that the law is being abused.

If I had my way there would be a civil behavior clause in a lot of laws. It would say that people have the right to protection under law only so long as they themselves stayed civil.

It would do a lot to force people to behave themselves.






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Friday, February 24, 2017

I am watching an advertisement


for an computer anti virus.

It is a supposed Russian hacker bragging about how rich he has gotten hacking American computers. He says that the only anti virus he can't sneak through is such and such.

I have had enough of Russian hackers.

If this guy was really as good as he says he is he would have been bragging about fixing our recent presidential election.

On the other hand I suppose I wouldn't believe that either.


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Thursday, February 23, 2017

Last night I went to a junk auction.

It was hilarious.

It was a fun fund raiser for the local radio club. Everyone emptied their junk boxes and took them to the meeting to be auctioned off.

Someone had a bunch of old dictaphone parts that were being auctioned off.

While the bidding was going on for those someone asked me if I remember using a dictaphone.

I told him I always used my finger.


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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

A series of bad decisions...

I am up, it is late and I do not feel very good because of a series of bad decisions spiraled.

I skipped dinner and had a drink that hit an empty stomach and kind of hit me a little harder than usual. It also made me hungry so I ordered a pizza and ate the whole damned thing.

Actually the pizza hurt me worse than a drink on an empty stomach this morning. It'll likely take a couple hours to get me running on all cylinders again.



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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

My mother was not alone on my

shit list of people that didn't know what was good for them.

In my lifetime I have had to deal with quite a number of people that thought they knew what was good for me and have tried to steer me in this direction or that. It never works unless it is the direction I was headed to anyway.

As I write now I have been smoke free for nearly 100 days. However, there is a pack of Camels in the freezer in case I decide I want a smoke. It is the third pack I have put there since I stopped smoking.

Someone keeps taking it out and throwing it away because they are afraid of me seeing it and starting up again. I keep replacing it and last month has a loud word with my wife to leave it the hell alone and stop trying to save me from myself.

One of my biggest pet peeves is someone trying to save me from myself. It generally results in an ugly knee jerk reaction.
Let's look at my smoking cessation. I have stopped smoking. I have NOT quit because I have never quit anything in my life. If nothing else, I am persistent. I do not quit.

I have stopped smoking because I wanted to stop smoking and I reserve the right to start up again any time I see fit.
If I knew the world was going to end tomorrow I would go straight to the nearest 7-Eleven and buy a pack of Camels, climb up onto the top of my roof, light up and watch the world end.

I had a long talk with my doctor about old age and although it took him some figuring out, he finally understood. He knows that if I end up with some always fatal disease he is to give me the OK to start up again. Until then I suppose I will stay smoke free but maybe not. Either way it is my choice and only my choice and there is nothing anyone else can do about it. Tough shit.




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Monday, February 20, 2017

I miss my father.

Lately I have been mulling over the years between 25 and about 40. All I can say is thank God for my father.
After my first marriage failed I changed course and started to follow my childhood dreams and moved into a tipi in the Rockies. After a year or so of that I hitch hiked to Alaska and lived there in an alternative lifestyle for well over a decade.
Meanwhile my mother was always asking me when I was going to marry an nice Catholic girl and settle down.
For the life of me I could never get it into that poor woman's head that my situation was a big Catch-22.
Any women that had her act together would take one look at me and run off instantly. If she didn't and appeared interested I looked carefully and it didn't take long to find out something was wrong with her and I didn't want anything to do with her.
One time my mom pointed out that a certain young lady had just graduated from Notre Dame and was single. She also pointed out the lady in question had a rich father.
"That's all I need," I shot back. "If he is rich and sees I look at his daughter even cross-eyed he is going to schlep Vito a few grand and have me whacked!"
"Well, how about that other girl?" mom asked.
"That spoiled brat?" I replied. "It would be cheaper and easier for me to go through life with a string of prostitutes."
Mom turned purple.
Dad came to the rescue. ''If anyone like our oldest son even gave any of my daughters a passing glance I'd have him whacked in an instant."
I heard the refrigerator open and close. Dad came into the room carrying a 6-pack.
"Let's go fishin'" he said. We left for Damon's Point.
When we got to the Point a few minutes later Dad wordlessly handed me a hand line and took another one and we headed to the bridge. There were no hooks on the lines, just a simple sinker. No use letting a fishing trip to the Point get ruined by some damned fish.
We both spooled out line and threw the sinkers into the river and opened beers.We rested against the railing and communicated for the next couple of hours. He knew and understood and I knew he understood. We just stood there overlooking the horizon and enjoyed each other's company in harmony and total communication.
After a while we both spooled in the hand lines, got into the car and drove home.
From the time we left to the time we arrived home neither of us had said one single word to each other but we both knew what the other was thinking.




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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Today is Day 100 smoke free

And last night was a gold plated son of a bitch.

I had to go to a memorial service for a friend. It sucked because I never knew she passed until the service was over and the reception at the family manse was going on. 

I went and explained that nobody had told me and it was a chance occurrence I had even found out.

I didn't like it, really because there were just too many damned triggers there and I was constantly craving a smoke.




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