I could be pissed…

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A new feature the trending now section…kinda like a time capsule of bloggerrama nostalgia for those of you that may read this years from now…and it is a another way to garner new readers by capitalizing on the key words function of the GoogleWeb…  i am not above shameless self-promotion...but my aim is to generate income and save puppies, so i will do anything that helps...

TRENDING NOW!!!! 
Bob Barker. Gastric Bands. Heart Attacks. Sophia Loren. Lindsay Lohan.  Kelly McGillis. Gwen Stefani. Avatar Sequel .Lynyrd Skynyrd.Grand Canyon Quake.  
  
     BTW…if you click theses ridiculous links FROM YOUR HOMEPAGE, then why not click thru an ad….these links will only fill you head with a bunch of trivia…well the heart attack stuff may save you life but only if you read it BEFORE you have tan attack...or some pics of Gwen Steffani may be more your speed, although she does nothing for me...i did like Pat Benetar Debbie Harry, though... and clicking the ads help save the puppies…(this seemed like a simple thing to cut and paste but really it added like 70x7 nanominutes to the formulation of this blog...ON TO THE SHOW BABY!!!
     Yesterday I found a million dollars. It was interesting that only four not many of my friends on FB responded…granted it was a hook, and I was just lobbing out the mustard so to speak, but I really thought I would get more responses…now that I am a millionaire….well not really… I have not found the whole million, but I am sure that there is a million in change on the ground right now…I just have to find it. I could be pissed…but I am not…
         When I got a new couch (and an awesome TV) from my friend Marci, so it was really used but new to me, I call it the Jenga couch because it can be stacked in a bunch of different ways. (loving the long run on sentences, now that i turned of norman's wordiness function) Some of these ways even make it user friendly. BTW it the nicest couch I have ever owned. I do not know what that says about me, but it says that Marci has good taste in furniture. I checked it for change, but there was none. I could be pissed…but I am not…
     My ideal idea for furniture around the ManCaveTV is four or six individual recliners…and to be correct NO f-ing love seat recliners...cuddling is not to be done while watching sports...sorry,well not really, if i offended anyone...in the MancCave, we have a leather couch set I have never been a fan of leather until I got this set it was used as well. More used (read: worn out) than the one I got from Marci. I am doing my part to recycle. If only in the furniture realm. actually i love the single stream recycling thingy as well...i am not sure how much trash gets inadvertantly tossed in the RecycBins, but hey i am trying...I checked this for change as well…none there either…again...i could be...well, you know...  
    The other night I left the windows open in my truck. And I parked outside of the garage. It rained. I awoke to the sound of the gentle tap, tap, tapping (read: huricane force winds and loud thunder) of rain on the window. I ran outside because I just then remembered I left the windows down in my truck and forgot to shut them before bed. Big oops…i could be pissed…but i am not...I guess it is better than waking up from the dream of the deathride.
     Recently I have had dreams that are weird. And the deathride dream is very unsettling. The setting is an amusment park. I believe that I was with some highschool friends, but then agian it was a dream, so it is still kinda foggy... We wait in line and then get to the ride. The Carnival Barker describes the ride as the last ride you will ever take...I was all set to go on the ride and then thought, “Nah, I will pass, the end of this ride is death.” For a brief moment, in the dream, I contemplated the idea of hanging out on the ride just to see what is on the other side. I awoke with a start and just a tad bit disemboweled…no, that is not right…uh, disenchanted…nope…dismayed…closer…distressed… I have heard if you die in a dream you die in life… I am not sure this is true, but I do not want to test it.
     Should distressed mean not stressed, like dislike…the English language has so many rules…at one point i even contemplated being an English teacher...my students would be sooooo f-ed up... I could be pissed…
     The weather turned colder quite suddenly, and I am not ready for this…I am ready for Indian Summer…and one more shot at running the AC. I know I can run the AC in this weather, but that is kinda stupid… I am just not ready for cold rainy days and that other four letter word…starts with s, ends in w…YOU KNOW what I am talking about…
     Tucker is growing fast and he will soon be going to kindergarten. I am going to put his Yzerman Sweater on him and drop him off at the nearest school…I am serious…the dog needs to learn!!!…he could be a doctor some day… doesn’t every parent want their kid to be a doctor? He will not be a puppy forever…I could be pissed…
     It will be snowing in 3 months, unless we do something about it now. I think it is time for a candle light vigil to ask the weather gods to make it hella cold in Florida and 70ish all winter long here. It may just be easier for me to move down there for the winter I know, but I am thinking of my friends that live here in the frozen tundra of west Michigan. Just think about it we still have a bit of time…I could be pissed…but I am not…
     It took over a year to get my truck fixed and I was not at fault. I know I have mentioned this before, but insurance companies bite, suck and blow…jus’ sayin’…I could be pissed…
     So today I had to drive a minivan. I know major soccer mom points and all, but I am not a minivan type of guy…I may be a VW buss type of guy… but hey a loaner minivan beats walking or riding a bike. I could be pissed…
     I am a creature of routine. My chee (I know this is not speeled right, but that is okay, my blog my rules…Norman is having fits, but stuff it Norman) gets throttled and I get all weirded out and stuff. I am just OCD enough to have many more bad episodes in a day when my stuff is strew about. I am just like a dog, in that respect. I like routine…I like the day to proceed in the order in which I determined it to proceed. I felt really lost without my truck today…I could be pissed…
    However, one routine that I do not like is taking prescriptions. I may have to take a prescription for the rest of my life to solve my condition. (not serious so do not panic or ask) IDK.....I do know I hate routines that are didctated to me. And I do not like someone telling me what to do..."take 1/2 hour after the same meal everyday" riiight...i could be pissed...
     One time years ago when I was just starting my business I took a couple of jobs as a waiter to help pay the bills. I had two vehicles and neither one was running, so I had to ride a bike to both jobs one day. It is hard to keep a cigarette lit when riding a bike…I could be pissed…but I was not…riding home in the rain really sucked, but the crown and coke at home was a just reward. Then I got pissed in the other way…BTW…riding a bike with a hangover from overserved pissed is not fun…not in the least…not at all…
     I went fishing this weekend. Only four times, though. Tucker went with me three times. My son went once. He even caught a fish…not Tucker, my son...We had fun. I did not catch a single fish…it is bad when they are jumping all around you and you cannot get a fish in the boat. On top of getting skunked 4 times, the throttle actuator plate snapped. just so you know, that is not a good thing..
    When the throttle actuator thingy gets discombobulated, it makes for a long ride to the dock. The motor ran great, but without the actuator thingy it would not accelerate…I did not even know what one was until last night when I found out on the interwebthingy. The part is only eleven dollars plus shipping…it could be worse…I could be pissed…
     We can all find things to be pissed about, but if you think really hard about it, the majority of life’s traumas are created into bigger issues than they need to be. I am not saying that I do not get pissed, but I have learned to let it go much more than I used to.
    Life is full of ups and downs. While I am sure that I will find the million in change on the ground some day, I know it may only be in small increments. Still and all, as I find it,I know the rest is out there waiting for me to become a millionaire.

There are only two ways to go thru life; pissed all the time or just let it go. I could be pissed…but I am not…