The Usual Stuff

Daily writing prompt
What do you wish you could do more every day?

There are a lot of things I wish I could do more of every day. There will be no surprises here. It will be all things that I write about here all the time.

  • Spend more time with my wife
  • Spend time with my step kids. We’re empty nesters, so spending any time at all on a daily basis would be an increase
  • Music. Playing it, writing it, recording it, listening to it, breaking it down and analyzing it in such a way that I know a single piece inside and out and backwards and forwards. You know, the usual stuff
  • Taking pictures. Using the word, “photography” just feels so above my skill level. I’m not a photographer, I am a nerd who takes pictures. I see a clear difference between the two things
  • Watching good TV and movies
  • Reading good books… or bad books if they are fun
  • Sleeping… ah, yes
  • Enjoying the outdoors. That’s a little sarcastic given that the weather in my neck of the woods comes in two flavors these days: Bitterly, painfully cold and soaking, drowning wet.
  • Spending time with family and friends. Two things I barely ever get to do these days that I would like to do again someday

Like I said… the usual stuff.

Welcome to Spring (He Said Sarcastically)

I posted yesterday about how happy I was that Spring officially started last night at 11:06pm my time.

I woke up this morning all pleased that it was officially Spring at last, even though the temperature was still low and I knew it wouldn’t make any real difference to anything at all.

Then, while driving to work, mother nature did what she often does. She kicked me in the nuts.

It started to snow.

Well, of course it did!

Happy “Spring” everyone.

So Much Hate

Daily writing prompt
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

Spoiler alert, I am probably going to swear a lot in this post. You’ve been warned.

I hate tattoos. I really hate them. I really fucking hate them. My wife has one, but she got it before we met and I immediately taught myself to not be bothered by it. It wasn’t hard for me to do because she’s amazing and I am crazy about her. Crazy enough to barely even see her tattoo. Her tattoo is okay by me. Every other tattoo….

I fucking loathe tattoos. I can’t state that strongly enough. I hate tattoos as much as I hate fascists. I hate tattoos as much as I hate the maga cult. I hate tattoos almost as much as I hate the New York Yankees. That’s a lot of hate.

I mean I really… fucking… hate… tattoos. I really fucking hate tattoos. Are you picking up what I am putting down? I hate them… a lot.

So no, I don’t want a fucking tattoo. No, I am not planning on getting a fucking tattoo. I am not going to scar my skin with a permanent mark that looks like mud that will never, ever wash off. No. Fuck tattoos. I am never getting a fucking tattoo.

My wife’s tattoo is okay by me. Every other tattoo? No fucking way.

Dig it?

The Dishwasher Follies

Yesterday our dishwasher was dead.

Today our dishwasher was fixed.

Later today our dishwasher was dead again.

Still later today our dishwasher was fixed again. It’s actually running as I type this.

I think that’s enough dishwasher shenanigans. It’s not dead, but it’s dead to me. We went shopping for a new one tonight. I’ll keep you posted on the progress because I can tell by the look on all of your faces that you cannot wait to hear how this turns out.

More info coming as it develops.

Stay tuned.

Want Some Good News?

Hey everyone, want to hear some good news? Some happy news? Something to cheer you up after months and months of gloom?

Spring starts today. In the Eastern Time Zone in the United States (where I live), Spring officially starts at 11:06pm.

That sound you just heard was my emphatic sigh of relief. Sure, I will likely be asleep when the change happens (I hope so at least, I am beat today) but I will celebrate it just as well.

Kiss my ass, winter. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.

Narrow it Down

Daily writing prompt
What is one word that describes you?

One word to describe me? Can a single word describe anyone? I don’t think so. We are too complicated. Even the least complex personality is too detailed to boil down to a single word. Even a farcical, one dimensional tool bag like donald trump is too involved for a single word. You could try to sum him up with nazi but that isn’t enough. You also need words like idiot. Idiot nazi. You need words like orange. Idiot orange nazi. You need words like incompetent. Idiot orange incompetent nazi. And so on and so forth.

I’ll try though. Here’s a list of possibilities…

  • tall
  • red
  • altered
  • butchered
  • redesigned
  • bypassed
  • underachieving
  • husband
  • step father (yeah, that’s two words. Shoot me)
  • mediocre
  • meh

All of those words seem to fit on one level or another.