Wednesday, August 27, 2003
  One month tomorrow! Smoke free for one month as of tomorrow! GIMME A CIGARETTE, DAMMIT!! Just kidding. It actually hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be.

ET: Lying sack of shit.

OK, I have my moments of weakness, but I haven't given in to the evil weed. Mind over matter, don't ya know?

The Better Half had surgery last week. Seems she had a blockage in the femoral artery in her left leg. So the vascular surgeon went in and put a stent in the artery. Works for me; I'd like her to stick around for a while yet. At least until the kids are grown and out of the house. I'm continually amazed at the advances in medical science. When I was a kid, my grandmother went in to have her gall bladder removed. She was in the hospital for a week, and then was restricted to bed rest for almost a month after that. Nowadays, gall bladder surgery is considered day surgery. To have a stent put in an artery (which in itself is amazing if you think of the technology involved) required a 90 minute procedure and an overnight stay in the hospital, and the overnight stay was just to make sure she didn't throw a clot. Amazing, I tell you.

We're in the process of getting our paperwork in order to adopt another child. This will make adoption number four (seven kids in all). The little girl we are looking to adopt is mentally challenged (the PC way of saying retarded). Actually, her paperwork states that she is microcephalic, which means that her brain has stopped growing. And she's only 14 months old. If my brain had stopped growing when I was 14 months old, I don't really think I'd be typing this stuff out right now. However, these prognoses have been wrong in the past with the children we've taken in, so we'll just wait and see.

If you ever want to see why some children are better off being removed from their "loving" homes, you need to read The Child Called "It" by Dave Pelzer. Warning: don't eat or have food on your stomach while reading this book. It has extremely graphic descriptions of child abuse throughout. And before anyone starts yelling about fictional depictions -- the author of the book is also the subject of the book, so he knows of what he writes about. It almost made me sick in several spots.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
  Lord help me. I have been off the evil weed (translation: I quit smoking) for two weeks today. That's not bad. I believe it was Mark Twain who said, "Quitting smoking is easy. I've done it hundreds of times." Or words to that effect. It seems like nicotine deprivation is affecting my brain. Better find something to replace it with. And before you say anything, I was on the patch for three days. Gave them up; too much hassle to shave portions of the torso/arms to place the damn things, plus they didn't burn worth a damn once I rolled them up.

Who's for more coffee? OK, I'm a caffeine addict. Sue me. Yeah, me and Frank J, keeping coffee pushers in business for decades. If either one of us decided to quit drinking coffee (and don't even joke about that at this point in time -- one addiction at a time, IF you please), the economy of Brazil would tank. And, like Frank, I don't like monkeys. Don't ask why.

I can't write like Frank. For that matter, I can't write like Bill Whittle, either. Now, that can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your viewpoint. (Gather 'round, kiddies. It's time for today's lesson in situational ethics!) On the minus side, I'll never get readership like either one of those gentlemen. On the plus side, I don't have to wrack my pathetic brain trying to be funny or enlightening.

ET: Good thing, too, 'cause you suck at both.

Bigwig and company over at Silflay Hraka (snicker - I love that name) have set up a little area in the down called the Warren where people who don't want to set up their own blogs can blog from the Warren. Neat idea, Bigwig! Can I come visit occasionally? I'll be good. 
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
  I've been following the Mike Peterson case (like I have much choice in the matter). For those of you who don't know or don't care or could care less, Mike Peterson is the Durham, NC author who has been accused of killing his wife. What chaps my ass is the way the media is treating this trial. You'd think this guy was running for God or something. I haven't seen that many attorneys since the OJ trial, and we all know what happened there. Is that what our judicial system has boiled down to -- he who can hire the best lawyers wins??

When I say that I've been following the case, it's not that I spend hours in front of the tube watching the lawyers have at it. I mean that it's one of the major topics of conversation here at the office. Since I work in a law firm, that should come as no surprise to anyone. However, I have gotten a little sick of all the hype, and since the trial holds little interest for me, I have fallen upon a stock response to anyone who asks me if I think he's guilty. "Of course he's guilty! He pulled the same crap in Germany 17 years ago and thinks he can do the same now! They oughta fry his ass!" I get a lot of sideways glances when I voice this, but people have stopped asking me what I think about the trial, which is a relief.

On to bigger and better things -- J turned 13 on August 2. This means that he has been on this planet for 13 years. Mentally, he's nowhere near 13. But for all intents and purposes, I have a teenager at home again. Remind me again about how much fun I'm having here. P turns 12 in September (don't ask me what day 'cause I'll have to hurt you). Oy. 
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