tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36045082011-08-07T07:36:45.815-04:00CroMagnonA small town guy from North Carolina trying to get by in the modern world with caveman viewpoints.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-84638635604932849082009-02-04T15:47:00.003-05:002009-02-04T15:51:29.967-05:00Holy crap. President Barack Hussein Obama is putting a cap on executive salaries? The most any executive can make now is $500k/year? Is this legal? Where in the Constitution does it say that the CinC can interfere (I can't think of a better word) in the free enterprise system like this? Yet Congress votes itself over $90k PER MEMBER to use for their "constituents" and no one bats an eye. IsStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-69200076903769882332009-01-27T23:50:00.002-05:002009-01-28T00:01:54.608-05:00I am a big fan of the right to bear arms. It's in the Constitution; it's the law of the land. Besides, it's a damn fine idea. Like Heinlein said, an armed society is a polite society. However, I don't personally own a firearm. Sounds like a contradiction, doesn't it? Let me explain.Anyone who comes here probably knows what The Better Half and I do. If not, I suggest you read some of the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-72998931091795351192009-01-18T21:37:00.003-05:002009-01-18T21:48:27.704-05:00Happy freakin' New Year, y'all! I'm a couple of weeks late; sue me.I saw bigotry in action in, of all places, church a couple of weeks ago. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that it nauseated me.I've had several people ask me what I do during the day. Let me give you a capsule synopsis of a usual day in my life. I'm usually up between 5 and 5:30 AM in the morning. I have a Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-67612735956476367872008-12-10T14:33:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:34:10.779-05:00The demons won.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-74121465651866915512008-12-05T15:49:00.004-05:002008-12-05T15:53:16.531-05:00Merry freakin' Christmas, everyone. Ho ho frickin' ho. Sorry, not much in the Christmas spirit this year. Too damn much going on, at home and work, not to mention several personal demons that are giving me a hard time right now. I'm trying to get better, but only time will tell.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-66986187432644652682008-09-04T15:05:00.002-04:002008-09-04T15:18:03.959-04:00I know, I know, it's September. Seven frickin' months. I've been busy, okay? Gee, Cap'n Caveman, what's kept you so busy? Alright, kiddies, gather 'round and let the old guy fill you in.First, Sarah was taken to the hospital in late February. She had a very high fever and was in respiratory distress. After two weeks in pediatric ICU (PICU) she was diagnosed with -- are you ready for this? -Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-52887913363095495602008-02-19T23:25:00.002-05:002008-02-19T23:33:04.091-05:00Still alive. At least I think I am. It's been very busy here the last little while. My little girl has had a couple of surgeries, again. She had both hips operated on right after Thanksgiving to try to get her leg bones to seat correctly in the sockets. So far everything seems to be positioned correctly. She looks so much longer now! If she could stand, she'd be more than three feet tall.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-15611155176956924762007-03-16T17:34:00.000-04:002007-03-16T17:40:21.250-04:00I'm baaaaaack!I read the comments left on my last post in December '06. Thanks for the offer, guys, but I don't do politics here. Politics to me is a crashing bore. I know, that would pass for blasphemy in some circles, but it's true. I spend my time working, taking care of my family, and attending church and Knights of Columbus functions. I really don't have time for politics. Plus, and Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1165269712795928242006-12-03T16:58:00.000-05:002006-12-04T17:01:52.810-05:00Wow. Life has a way of interfering with blogging, in case you hadn't noticed. Almost two months since I've visited this place. Good thing I don't make a living blogging, isn't it? Anyway, nothing of note in the last two months has really happened, which probably explains why I haven't put anything here. Well, nothing of note, except that The Better Half™ and I celebrated 20 years of marriageStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1160756832726672302006-10-13T12:25:00.000-04:002006-10-13T12:27:12.740-04:00Breaking news -- Air America declares bankruptcy. He. Hehehe. Hahahahaha. BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! *gasp, choke* I'd say more about this, but I'm laughing too hard to make coherent sentences.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1156260235159748832006-08-22T11:08:00.000-04:002006-08-22T11:23:55.210-04:00Steve Centanni and Olaf Wiig, still missing. No news is good news? Somehow, when you have Islamofascists involved, no news usually ends up being bad news. Keep Steve and Olaf in your prayers.What's been happening since the last post last month? Last month? *looks at last post again* Yep, last month. OK, I'm slack, sue me. Now where was I . . . oh yeah, we have another guest at the cave. Ray is a Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1152550521267768742006-07-09T21:44:00.000-04:002006-07-10T12:55:24.810-04:00Late to the party again. Come to think of it, that's the story of my life lately. Anyway, it seems that Jeff Goldstein at proteinwisdom had a commenter actually threaten harm to his kid. After reading about it (and after waiting a couple of hours for my blood pressure to return to normal; not an easy feat at my age), I have to say that Jeff shows remarkable restraint. If some rat bastard feltStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1151980174044487372006-07-03T22:18:00.000-04:002006-07-03T22:29:34.096-04:00Well, little Z left a week ago last Thursday. Now we only have "our" children at home, the three boys (Huey, Dewey and Louie) and little Sarah. So The Better Half™ presents me with an idea -- why don't we get a dog? Just what we need, right? I'm against the idea, but once again I'm outnumbered one to one, so welcome Rex to the family. Three pounds of fur and teeth. I can't contain my Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1150940571411602262006-06-21T21:10:00.000-04:002006-06-21T21:42:51.493-04:00Gee, time to blog. Who'd'a thunk? Only have a few minutes, so here goes.We've had a little one here at the cave for the last few months. Z came to us when she was six months old. She had suffered third degree burns over 40% of her body, waist down. After spending two months in the UNC Burn Center, she was sent to us because that's our specialty, medically fragile infants. I'm happy to say Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1150752764918321812006-06-18T12:26:00.000-04:002006-06-19T17:32:44.930-04:00Holy guacamole. I haven't put anything in here since February?? OK, I'm slack, sue me. Actually I have a good excuse this time -- I'm lazy. No, that's not it, The Better Half™ had shoulder surgery, so I had to take a couple weeks off work to function as Mr. Mom and Mr. Nurse while she started recovery. Turned out she had a bone spur on her shoulder, and said spur had pretty much ripped up Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1140491572573614552006-02-20T22:01:00.000-05:002006-02-20T22:12:52.583-05:00Whoa. Hard to believe it's been over a month since I last put anything on here. Time flies like the wind, but fruit flies like a banana. I know, bad joke. Bear with me, it's been weird lately.Where to start? Well, The Better Half™ has been diagnosed with deterioration of the cervical discs. She has an appointment with a neurosurgeon this week, and then we'll have a better idea of what can Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1138659114190407882006-01-30T17:04:00.000-05:002006-01-30T17:11:54.203-05:00I found this in my files yesterday, and I couldn't resist putting it here. Enjoy!In the Beginning was the PlanAnd then came the Assumptions.And the Assumptions were without formAnd the Plan was completely without substanceAnd the darkness was upon the face of the workersAnd they spoke among themselves, saying"It is a crock of shit, and it stinketh."And the workers went unto their Supervisors and Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1135282562898374812005-12-21T22:06:00.000-05:002005-12-22T15:19:50.610-05:00In MemoriamDerrick Jeffreys - Sept.20, 1994 - June 16, 2005. Almost eleven years. That's how long we had with Derrick. Well, to be truthful, the last three years he lived at Hilltop Home, a nursing home for children with severe head trauma and/or severe mental disabilities. Derrick died this year and was buried on Father's Day. The obituary was short and sweet. I mean, how much can you say about Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1132091094653593762005-11-12T22:19:00.000-05:002005-11-15T16:44:54.663-05:00Okay, it's been a while. A long while. No excuses, I'm basically lazy as a snake in August, but it has been a busy year. Let's get into the Wayback Machine and take a look, shall we?March, April, May - Not much, just another birthday for Yours Truly (49!) and various and sundry crap from the world as a whole. Well, not entirely true. Upon examination by a qualified doc, what I thought was a Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1131742900196208702005-11-11T19:00:00.000-05:002005-11-11T16:01:40.206-05:00Sarah had surgery on Tuesday to screw her hip back into place. She came home from the hospital yesterday, and I was never more glad to see someone than I was to see her back in her crib in her room. Last night we finally got her situated on her stomach (which is harder than it sounds, seeing that she's wearing a spica cast on both legs), and she settled down to sleep. I gave her her meds aboutStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1109266464352424032005-02-23T22:00:00.000-05:002005-02-24T12:34:24.356-05:00For those who don't know it yet, Mike Hendriks out of Charlotte, NC has a wonderful blog entitled Cold Fury. I stop by there when I can, which isn't as often as I would like lately, and on my last trip I found this entry, which should be required reading for everyone.My stepson Richard is about to enter his third year as a U.S. Marine, and I couldn't be prouder of him. He and I didn't always Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1109108452148857722005-02-22T16:27:00.000-05:002005-02-22T16:40:52.150-05:00Wow. What a month or two this has been! First, let me wish everyone a belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year (hey, better late than never!). Things at the cave were about as they are every year - hectic, crazy, you name the adjective.I apologize for the sparseness of entries lately. Life has been interfering with blogging again. How dare it! Anyway, I have a legitimate excuse for the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1108661820862101912005-02-17T12:35:00.000-05:002005-02-17T12:37:00.863-05:00Saw in the news yesterday that a couple of skulls they found about 30 years ago had been redated and are actually 195,000 years old, plus or minus 5,000 years. My first thought was "Damn, they're getting good at dating those things." My second thought was, "Gee, I wonder if that was Great-Granddad?"Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1102991007145195312004-12-13T21:22:00.000-05:002004-12-13T21:23:27.146-05:00Wow, another month come and gone. Where does the time go? That was rhetorical, by the way. Now to fill in my faithful readers about the last two months.
SR is now ours, but her residence did not start out in an auspicious manner. The Sunday after her adoption was finalized, The Better Half™ was leaving for 8 AM Mass with little SR and Mike. I was dead to the world, as Sunday is my day to Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1099951785788958552004-11-08T17:06:00.000-05:002004-11-08T17:09:45.790-05:00Aaargh!!! Ya know, it's hard to find time to add to this thing on a regular basis. Unfortunately, now is NOT a good time to add anything, I just wanted to stop by and reassure my readers (hi there, Bugg and Red Falcon!) that no, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, the Demoncrats didn't string me up after the election, and the Pope hasn't sent me off to Lower Slobbovia to be a missionaryStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1097866164947082682004-10-15T14:42:00.000-04:002004-10-15T14:49:24.946-04:00IT'S OFFICIAL!!!! She's ours! Actually, she was ours as of Wednesday, but we got the letter today. Now I break with tradition and give out one of my children's names, so here goes: Sarah Rose Sledge, age 2, officially joins the family today. And there was much rejoicing!
Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1097773744854918192004-10-14T13:06:00.000-04:002004-10-14T13:09:04.853-04:00I know I said I was going to stay away from politics, but I just saw something that made me doubt my sanity (more so than usual). In the break room someone is watching CNN, and on the tube they just showed where Kerry won all three debates. I just stood there for about ten seconds in stark disbelief. What planet do these people live on?? To make it even worse, the person watching CNN was Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1097150964587879132004-10-07T08:05:00.000-04:002004-10-07T08:09:24.586-04:00OK, it's early, and my brain isn't quite up to speed yet, but I had to get this out to those couple of folks who actually meander in my direction on occasion. For those who don't know, there is a man who has a blog by the name of Bill Whittle. Mr. Whittle is an unapologetic patriot and a damned fine writer. That being said, leave this place NOW and go to his site immediately and read his Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1097095688012453172004-10-06T16:30:00.000-04:002004-10-06T16:48:08.013-04:00Guess what? Last night was a bust (again). Too many things going on, not enough time. Kinda the story of my life lately.
Let's try to bring this thing up to date here. As of September, I am now (again!) the Grand Knight of my Knights of Columbus council. The main reason I got elected was that nobody else wanted it. So now I have to somehow find time to take care of those responsibilities along Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1097012338952943462004-10-05T17:36:00.000-04:002004-10-05T17:38:58.953-04:00Geez, it's been a long time since I put anything in here! The two people who actually read this drivel must think I've died or something. Well, I'm not dead, although at times during the past month it wouldn't have surprised me if I had gone toes up. Anyway, let me get my butt outta here and head home. I'll see if I can't manage to wrestle the computer away from The Better Half™ for a short Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1093401839605451662004-08-24T22:33:00.000-04:002004-08-24T22:43:59.606-04:00Well, little SR had a doctor's appointment Monday. The X-rays showed that her thigh bones are moving up to where they should be. SR suffers from bilateral hip dysplasia, which means that the balls of her thigh bones that normally rest in the socket part of the pelvis are not where they should be. Now her thigh bones are with an inch or so of where they should be. Seems like the surgery she Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1092790845191415002004-08-17T20:44:00.000-04:002004-08-17T21:00:45.190-04:00Sheesh. Here it is the middle of August and we're still waiting on word about SR's adoption being finalized. Typical bureaucracy, can't move a book from one bookcase to another without forms being filled out in quadruplicate. I swear, sometimes I think the deck is stacked against us.
Rich the Marine called from Yuma the other morning. He told me that he is definitely going to Japan either late Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1091465868411837342004-08-02T12:42:00.000-04:002004-08-02T12:59:30.440-04:00Some wag once said that raising teenagers was like nailing Jell-o™ to a tree. To which I can add a hearty "Amen!". JT turns 14 this week, and apparently this is the magical age where someone can do no wrong. At least, if you ask him, that's what it is. He's wanting to know why he doesn't have more freedoms to do things his friends do, etc. Well, when you're 14 physically but only about 9 mentallyStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1086405995937541702004-06-04T23:15:00.000-04:002004-06-04T23:26:35.936-04:00Where to start? That's the problem with these things, if you stop for any reason for . . . let's see . . . (starts counting fingers, takes off shoes and starts counting toes, counts kid's fingers) however many days it's been, it's hard to remember what happened. Oh well.
Been spending a lot of time over at Emperor Darth Misha I's place lately. I dunno, he just seems to say a lot of things I Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1082481254575276532004-04-20T13:14:00.000-04:002004-04-20T13:18:42.700-04:00Geez, how time flies! I turned a year older yesterday. 48 doesn't sound too old unless you're the one who's 48. Well, I guess it beats the alternative. At least I'm still looking at the grass from the top down instead of vice versa.
My little girl SR had to go to the doctor's yesterday; she was running a fever of 103, which in an almost-two year old is NOT good. So far there are no answers Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1080771343344785922004-03-31T17:15:00.000-05:002004-03-31T17:19:15.763-05:00OK, I lied. I really, really meant to leave this thing alone for a while, but world events have conspired to make that impossible. I mean, it's hard to ignore shit like this. I'm really starting to get tired of all the crap overseas. Now that I have a son in the Marines, it's starting to hit real close to home. Yes, I'm scared for him. Yes, I know he'll probably end up in the Middle East Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1080099442701287232004-03-23T22:37:00.000-05:002004-03-23T22:40:44.500-05:00I am going to have to cease blogging for a while. I originally started doing this because it seemed to be a neat thing to do, plus it would apparently help me with my typing and composing abilities. However, in the last couple of weeks things have changed, and not for the better. Maybe I've having a crisis of faith, what they used to call in the old days "spiritual aridity", and to me it's notStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1078194590458130122004-03-01T21:29:00.000-05:002004-03-01T21:40:33.763-05:00Things have been crazy at the cave lately. The mother-in-law went in for facial surgery a week or so ago. Quick backtrack: Several years ago the MIL was diagnosed with an auditory neuroma (benign) which was growing at a rate which would kill her if it weren't removed. One surgeon tried to remove it but only got about 5% of it, but in the process he cut a facial nerve, which in effect caused Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1076105822691959402004-02-06T17:17:00.000-05:002004-02-06T17:19:23.733-05:00I can't catch a break lately. Between work, church and home, there aren't enough hours in the day to get done what has to get done. I think the government should work on increasing the length of the day to 30 hours instead of this piddly 24 hour thing. That's a proposal I could get behind.
Son R the Marine (OOH-RAH!) received his next set of orders the other day. Sometime in late March, his Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1074738920888970732004-01-21T21:35:00.000-05:002004-01-21T21:37:20.653-05:00(muffled sounds of pickaxe striking rock, shouted conversations)
*tink* *tink* *THUD*
So how long we been in here now? OVER TWO MONTHS?? The hell with this.
*pat* *pat* *pat* *threading wire*
OK, stand back. FIRE IN THE HOLE!!! *kaBLAMMMMM!!!!*
(rocks falling from great distances and pummeling the ground)
Whew! That's better. For a while I thought I'd never get out. Hi, there! For thoseStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1068140380823077272003-11-06T12:39:00.000-05:002003-11-06T12:39:59.110-05:00Whoa. I just got a chance to read Kim du Toit's missive The Pussification of the Western Male. A very popular message, obviously, since the sheer number of responses brought Kim and the Mrs.' server to its knees. So, being the curious little caveman that I am, I thought I'd compare myself to what Mr. du Toit considers to be a REAL man.
Here's the first part I looked at:
Amongst other things,Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1067380962160763072003-10-28T17:42:00.000-05:002003-10-28T17:42:49.043-05:00I just saw this headline on my local news station's website. Prison time??? The sad bastard should have his balls cut off so that he can't possibly procreate again!! Anyone who could do this kind of shit to their own kid doesn't deserve to live!
This kind of crap really gets to me more and more lately. All right, the truth. Our little guy KC, whom I have talked about on more than one Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1067379872350263842003-10-28T17:24:00.000-05:002003-10-28T17:26:49.233-05:00TwoDragons has a good post about feeding children. We were doing good with our kids until one day I made the mistake of telling Josh where hamburger came from.
Josh: Dad? Where does hamburger come from?
Me: Cows.
Josh: [stunned silence for ten seconds or so while eyes enlarge to approximately the size of Hummer hubcaps] COWS!!!!
Me: Yeah. You got a problem with that?
Josh: Why do we eat cows?
Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1066320740060437032003-10-16T12:12:00.000-04:002003-10-16T12:12:20.130-04:00Spent a little time checking the news online (our local TV station has a pretty good website) and noticed this story. One question sticks in my mind; who in their right mind would do this? It reminds me of that idiot in Georgia who dumped bodies that were to be cremated all over the ground around the crematory. Did he honestly think no one would eventually notice?
That's my venting about the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1066274558980762992003-10-15T23:22:00.000-04:002003-10-15T23:22:38.916-04:00She's here! Sarah Rose is here! Start the celebration! And she's just as cute as I remember her being. Head full of hair (do I detect a note of jealousy here, baldy?) and a little button nose. Right now it's 11 p.m. here in central North Carolina and The Better Half is still trying to get the final bottle into little SR (as she shall be referred to from here on). Well, she got two ounces Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1066165057162446822003-10-14T16:57:00.000-04:002003-10-14T16:57:37.346-04:00Working on three months smoke free. Had the weirdest dream the other night -- I was attacked by a cigarette machine that kept shooting cigs at me. It was just like that Nicorette commercial on the tube, except the machine attacked me at odd times -- after dinner, during exercise time, while driving, etc. Come to think of it, those were prime times when I used to smoke. Coincidence?
OK, I Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1064725177342138242003-09-28T00:59:00.000-04:002003-09-28T00:59:36.670-04:00Two months and counting. Getting better, but not out of the woods yet.
OOH-RAH! My son R (formerly known as Beelzebub) graduated from Marine boot camp on Friday! I have a Marine in the family! Talk about a sense of pride; I feel like I'm about to explode from happiness! Not only that, he's going to join the Knights on Tuesday! My life can't get any better.
I'll give more details later, asStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1062016338835049072003-08-27T16:32:00.000-04:002003-08-27T16:32:18.793-04:00One 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 Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1060889783966614762003-08-14T15:36:00.000-04:002003-08-14T15:40:56.420-04:00Lord 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 Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1060188494201964042003-08-06T12:48:00.000-04:002003-08-06T12:48:14.193-04:00I'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 Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1059398025507352412003-07-28T09:13:00.000-04:002003-07-28T09:13:45.506-04:00Wow! It's been a whole month since I last entered anything in here. I guess Trojan Horseshoes probably dropped me from the North State Blogs, and I wouldn't blame him a bit if he did. It's been a busy month.
Hope everyone had a happy July 4th holiday! Mine was a bit hectic (and this is news?). I finally got Beelzebub shipped off to Parris Island, SC for Marine boot camp. Got a letter from Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-1056639697726141342003-06-26T11:01:00.000-04:002003-06-26T11:01:37.570-04:00We became the proud foster parents of two girls a couple of weeks ago. R is eight years old and MR is ten. Both are moderately retarded, R being in worse shape than MR. We are doing respite for their usual foster mother, who has been in the hospital with pneumonia and will require several weeks to get back up to speed. To say it's been an interesting couple of weeks would be an understatementStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-959927952003-06-24T16:40:00.000-04:002003-06-24T16:40:27.896-04:00I was going to put a subject line over this thing, but every time I try that, I end up going off topic before the end, so I figured why bother? Besides, I like to ramble. So here goes!!
Emperor Misha had a post several days back about another abuse of child protective services. I was going to comment on this, but I was afraid that I would eat up the Emperor's bandwidth, and you don't want to Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-953831022003-06-06T15:44:00.000-04:002003-06-06T15:44:18.900-04:00Hot damn! That crazy-assed Muslim woman in Florida can’t wear her burkha (or howeverthehell you spell it) on her driver’s license photo! Check out this link. Another blow struck for freedom and against idiotarians!Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-953825402003-06-06T15:28:00.000-04:002003-06-06T15:28:57.576-04:00Wow! I’m part of the North State Bloggers! Trojan Horseshoes is trying to organize all the North Carolina bloggers into a confederacy (no, not THAT confederacy!). If nothing else, it’s a good way to get to know other bloggers in the home state. It also gives me a good excuse to keep the site updated.
You have GOT to go to Emperor Misha I’s site to get some Cluepons. They are the funniest Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-953437182003-06-05T17:25:00.000-04:002003-06-05T17:25:37.830-04:00I haven’t read anything in the mass media (surprise, surprise!) about the mass grave found in Iraq that contained over 200 children’s bodies. Somehow this hits closer to the heart than finding a mass grave with adult bodies in it. In the last dozen years or so, the Better Half and I have been responsible for over 60 children at one time or another, so to say I like kids is like saying Michael Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-932419102003-04-25T10:57:00.000-04:002003-04-25T10:57:32.520-04:00Now I’m seriously pissed. I spent about a half an hour updating this stupid blog which no one reads but me anyway, and then Blogger lost the frigging thing! And there is no way on God’s green earth that I can remember everything I put down. Nor do I want to start typing it over. Remember, I have to work for a living. It’s a good thing this is a hobby and not my job, or I would have been out Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-923161862003-04-09T17:27:00.000-04:002003-04-09T17:27:36.890-04:00Work has been keeping me busy lately. Hey, I shouldn't complain, at least I have a job. May not be the best one in the world, but it (kinda) pays the bills.
I didn't realize how close the war had come to home until this last weekend. Me and The Boys were out doing some yard work on Sunday afternoon when a small plane flew overhead. Now, usually when this happens, we all stop and look up justStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-918632802003-04-02T15:06:00.000-05:002003-04-02T15:06:31.293-05:00The Good, the Bad and the Slow and Ugly
The war in Iraqistan seems to be going out way. Of course, why shouldn't it? We're bombing the bejezus out of anyone who dares stand in our way. Better be careful how I phrase myself here, somebody might think I'm antiwar or something. Far from it; personally, I think we should have taken Saddam out years ago. But we didn't, and now we have to pay theStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-911368562003-03-21T13:24:00.000-05:002003-03-21T13:24:46.030-05:00Sweet Jesus. Just watched Baghdad getting the living shit bombed out of it. Shock and awe, no shit! After looking at that, I'm ready to surrender to the American army! And I'm halfway around the world.
If you want updates on the Hussein ass-kicking also known as Persian Gulf War II - The Revenge of Liberty, I highly recommend that you go to The Command Post. What, you're still here? Get Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-910777012003-03-20T15:13:00.000-05:002003-03-20T15:13:14.140-05:00Cry Havoc, and Let Slip the Dogs of War!
Since I'm from North Carolina, maybe that quote above should read "dawgs" of war. I get ragged enough about my accent from transplanted Yankees as it is, the Better Half included. Well, war is here. Saddam asked for it, and bubba, he got it. Hope he enjoys it for the little amount of time he has left.
Got to squeeze this in between assignments at Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-909940552003-03-19T10:14:00.000-05:002003-03-19T10:15:15.000-05:00Once again I tread the dangerous waters of (gasp!) political blogging. Understand that my knowledge of politics is extremely limited. I personally consider the vast majority of politicians as nothing better than whores for votes, but what do I know? Maybe I should stick to what I know, but if I did that, I would have exhausted this forum months ago. OK, here goes.
I watched the President's Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-905647652003-03-11T22:52:00.000-05:002003-03-11T22:52:09.326-05:00Nuke 'em All, Let God Sort 'Em Out
I am about ready to resign from the human race and ask NASA to send me on the first Mars lander. Oh, that's right, they're not going to do that for about twenty years. That would make me . . . older than I want to be. Reason for this? Our friends and neighbors in the UN want to give Saddam more time to disarm. Of course, while the UN dithers, Saddam is Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-903402642003-03-07T23:38:00.000-05:002003-03-07T23:47:31.000-05:00ET: Ahem. I feel I must apologize in advance for the ravings of the person in whose head I reside. You must understand, he's had a very trying day, both at work and at home. Then he made the mistake of watching the news during lunch and when he got home this evening. I hereby relinquish control and am going to try to find a nice, quiet place to hide until sometime tomorrow.
That does it! IStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-902181712003-03-05T23:26:00.000-05:002003-03-05T23:26:11.780-05:00This is absolutely freaking ridiculous. I sit down in front of the computer to compose a blog and think, "Let me go check out some of my favorite bloggers first." Three hours later (hey, a three hour tour! Damn, now I've got that song running through my head again), it's time to hit the sack and I didn't blog crap.
ET: Guess you should be a little more disciplined, eh?
If you say so.
ET: No Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-898756112003-02-27T21:29:00.000-05:002003-02-27T21:30:22.000-05:00Don't Ya Love Idjits?
I love that word. What word is that? The one above . . . idjits! That was one of my father's favorite words. Dad was a typical good ole boy from North Carolina. He loved his food, his booze and his smokes. He died 18 months ago from pancreatic cancer. God, I miss him. Anyway, he was good for words that I had never heard anywhere else then or now. "Earl" was one. Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-897350922003-02-25T16:50:00.000-05:002003-02-25T16:50:35.826-05:00Long break, huh? I know, I know, 11 days and counting. Big freaking deal. It's my blog, and I can do what I wanna. (snivel, snivel, whine). Don't you just love whiners??
North Carolina to weather control, North Carolina to weather control. Whassamatta you? This is North Carolina, not North Dakota! The weather services are calling for snow AGAIN! Like The Better Half is so fond of Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-890959772003-02-14T10:52:00.000-05:002003-02-14T10:53:07.000-05:00Random Ramblings
Seems like my Evil Twin and I got into a pissing match the other day. Now he's not talking to me. Between you and me, I haven't lost any sleep over it. I figure he'll be back with a vengeance eventually.
Time for a shameless plug. No, not for me, for a fellow blogger. Bigwig has obviously been here (and no, he didn't leave any hraka behind). If by some odd chance you end Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-886875402003-02-06T23:27:00.000-05:002003-02-06T23:29:45.000-05:00ET: Here's another fine mess you've gotten us into.
Me: What the hell are you hallucinating about now?
ET: You know exactly what I mean, jackass. You spent all day staring at a computer screen, half the night working on the kitchen table, and now you're staring at a computer screen again. What's wrong with you?
Me: Hey, I'm not the one who made the day only 24 hours long. Complain to the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-886119222003-02-05T17:09:00.000-05:002003-02-05T17:10:28.000-05:00Yawn!
Slow coupla days here. Slow as in absolutely nothing going on, at work anyway. Home is the usual asylum. The Better Half informs me that the repairman can't repair the washing machine, so I'm looking at another expense. Maytag Dependability, my rear leg. You wanna field test new washing machines? Send it to my house for a month; if it can survive that, it can survive anything short Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-884841112003-02-03T13:44:00.000-05:002003-02-03T13:45:25.000-05:00I'm Back, for Those who Care
I was actually going to do a little blogging last Saturday, but the Columbia disaster kinda put the damper on that. I spend the entire morning watching MSNBC, which basically consisting of watching amateur video of the shuttle debris streaking through the atmosphere. I hated watching it, but I couldn't tear myself away from it. I just kept saying to myself, "God, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-827997352002-10-10T13:29:00.000-04:002002-10-10T13:29:30.093-04:00Random Ramblings:
Just had chills run down my back. The local classical station, WCPE, just played “Thus Spake Zarasthustra”, better known as the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey. It always gives me goose bumps when I hear that song. Don’t know why, it just does.
We have to move my 12 year old J to another school. We had him enrolled in a charter school, but even after dropping him back to Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-824133632002-10-02T08:56:00.000-04:002002-10-02T08:56:30.476-04:00Hoo boy! Glad that's over. I mean, some days it ain't worth chewing through the straps to get out of bed.
What am I referring to? The "vacation" at Busch Gardens, of course! Picture this: Me, the better half, J, P and M in a minivan from 8 a.m. until 12:30 p.m. Hey, we got a little lost on the way, plus the better half saw a yard sale she just HAD to stop and check out. Sheesh. Anyway, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-806255672002-08-23T15:24:00.000-04:002002-08-23T15:24:30.683-04:00Holy heatwave, Batman!! I just checked my little WeatherBug program on my PC, and it's officially 102 degrees in beautiful downtown Raleigh as of 3 p.m. Let's see, with the humidity at 150 percent, that makes the heat index . . . TOO DAMN HOT!!! Just going outside for a smoke is getting dangerous. Take that humid, hot air, add cigarette smoke, and what do you get? I don't know, but it ain't Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-806167502002-08-23T11:31:00.000-04:002002-08-23T11:31:44.416-04:00I'm baaaack! Just when you thought it was safe to enter the blogosphere again. Shoulda known better, bubba.
Well, let's recap the week that was. And boy, was it a week! First, the scandal that hit the Catholic Church hit home a few months ago, when our priest was removed for "administrative leave". No further comment on that. After about three months of having an interim priest fill in (Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-799985512002-08-08T17:33:00.000-04:002002-08-08T17:33:11.526-04:00Aaaarrrggghhhh! Must . . . control . . . urge . . . to . . . strangle . . . management. Deep breath (in . . . out Man, I gotta quit smoking one of these days!). Now I'm supposed to find out about something that happened ten years ago. Ten years ago? Even the IRS only requires you to keep records for seven years! I don't remember what the hell I did yesterday! How are you supposed to getStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-799538982002-08-07T17:47:00.000-04:002002-08-07T17:47:42.526-04:00Whew! A busy couple of days there. Working for lawyers can really be a pain at times, especially when you're in the bookkeeping department of a large law firm.
Things are moving at their usual hectic pace at the hacienda. My 19 year old, affectionately referred to as Beelzebub, has the usual large hairy insect lodged in his posterior. J, P and K are being their usual little boys selves (Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-797476612002-08-02T16:23:00.000-04:002002-08-23T11:45:20.000-04:00Check out this post by our friend (and fellow North Carolinian) Bigwig. I'll warn you now, it's a long one, but it's well worth reading. It's one of those thought-provoking things that I usually avoid like the plague; they make my head hurt. But in this case, it was well worth the pain. Bigwig, you rock!Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-797376392002-08-02T11:50:00.000-04:002002-08-02T16:17:06.000-04:00Celebrate! Celebrate! Dance to the music! Whoa!! Stop right there, Bubba, before I get into a full-blown rendition and start doing my Three Dog Night impersonation (which ain't half bad in my opinion). Why celebrate? J has a birthday today -- he's 12 now! That's physically 12; mentally and emotionally, he's still around 8 or so. Whatever. Anyway, you know what a birthday means - a Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-797041982002-08-01T17:09:00.000-04:002002-08-01T17:09:18.720-04:00Has The World Gone Insane, Part Deux
Update: The teenagers kidnapped in California have been rescued, presumably unharmed, and their abductor has been killed. At last, justice has prevailed.
OK, maybe the "justice" part above is a bit aboveboard. However, as a parent, I can only imagine what the parents of those teenagers were going through during this ordeal. Sure, it was tough on the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-797005482002-08-01T15:36:00.000-04:002002-08-01T15:36:20.220-04:00Has The World Gone Insane?
I said at the first that I wasn't going to get into political discussions or discuss the news, but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. The bombing at the university in Israel has sickened me to the core of my being. No, I take that back. The bombing disgusted me; what sickened me was pictures of Palestinians partying in the streets after the bombing (Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-796558702002-07-31T16:27:00.000-04:002002-07-31T16:27:56.763-04:00I received this email from a friend today. I just felt the need to put this out where (hopefully) more people can see it.
SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT! Hip Hip Hooray!! Finally, someone has said what I think has
been on every American's mind!!!!! This is an editorial written by an American citizen, published
in a local newspaper.
"IMMIGRANTS, NOT AMERICANS, MUST ADAPT!!" I am tired of this Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-796531262002-07-31T15:21:00.000-04:002002-07-31T15:21:50.266-04:00Is anyone else having the problems with the heat that I'm having? Geez, the older I get, the hotter it seems to get in the summer. Granted, I think my metabolism is screwed up anyway; I can break a sweat in the middle of January playing outside with the kids, but gimme a freaking break here! It was 100 degrees outside yesterday, and the heat index ("it's not the heat, it's the humidity!" No, Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-796387552002-07-31T08:56:00.000-04:002002-07-31T08:57:11.000-04:00I know, I know, the last post talks about Monday but wasn't posted until Wednesday. I'm slack; sue me. I really tried to post on Monday, but Blogger spewed it back at me. Makes you wonder if Blogger installed a taste editor on the system.
Question at large: When do teenagers revert to human beings again? Yeah, I got one at home. Pain in the ass does not begin to describe this kid. Where Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-796385762002-07-31T08:51:00.000-04:002002-07-31T08:51:19.540-04:00Monday, Monday, I love Monday! It's so nice and quiet at the office. I know I said on Friday that I love my kids. I should have said that I love my kids in small doses. Two days in a row does not constitute a small dose, that's more like an overdose. Yep, that's me, Caveman Dad, produce 'em and let the better half raise 'em. No, not really!
It was Saturday at the zoo, also known as the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-794540592002-07-26T17:51:00.000-04:002002-07-29T13:15:46.000-04:00I don't believe it. Another little girl kidnapped and killed. What is wrong with these people??? There is no penalty harsh enough for someone who would deliberately kill a child. However, give me a baseball bat and five minutes alone with the creep, and I guarantee you he will not do it again.
Faugh! I'm going to go wipe the foam off my mouth now, go home, and spend some time with my Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-790768782002-07-17T16:13:00.000-04:002002-07-29T13:15:28.000-04:00Little Samantha Runnion, who was kidnapped from her home the other day, has been found dead. Police at this point believe she was sexually molested before being killed and dumped in a shallow grave. You want monsters? People (and I use the term loosely) who would do this to a five-year-old girl are the monsters in our society. It makes me wish that there was a penalty more severe than the Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-784195022002-07-01T11:00:00.000-04:002002-07-01T11:00:54.586-04:00Here I sit, all broken-hearted
Tried to blog but couldn't get started.
I'll try again later; wish me luck!Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604508.post-783339452002-06-28T20:38:00.000-04:002002-07-29T15:05:39.000-04:00Hi there! Welcome to the CroMagnon blog, started on 6/28/02 just for the hell of it.
It figures. I've been reading blogs for about a month now, and finally decided to start my own (thanks in no small part to encouragement from Meryl Yourish). So I go to Blogspot, enter all the information necessary (I hope), and get set to start blogging, and damned if we don't get the worst thunderstorm Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496360168447852242noreply@blogger.com0