The End of November

I am back. Since it is the last day of November and a friend once referred to November as "Death month", it is only appropriate that I comment. This friend was referring to his exams and workload in dental school. I recall hearing him say this on a rainy, dark November afternoon. I did agree with him and would find it much that way in law school. November was when the work began, the study prepartion for finals that were worth 100% of my marks. There was no social life, or real life, just exams, darkness, cold, damp and death.

Given the death of MIL, in November, it is appropriate. November is a funny month. Many a birthday connected to me this month, a couple of anniversaries (the Outlaws and my own) and now MIL's passing. Funny how this month has come and gone.

The final one was today I read that Evel Kneivel died at 69. All I want to know is this, are they going to try and shoot his coffin (or ashes) over Snake River Canyon? That would be poetic justice, indeed.

Have a super weekend and welcome December into your lives. Ciao!

Crotch--the word of the day

I am back. I hope to be back more often. Anyway, no chance to post most of this week. I was struck by something the other day. Do you know what word I find to be funny?

"Crotch".

Think about it......

Is that not a funny word? I hear it used and I have to giggle.

"Right in the crotch." Fucking funny.

"Crotch Rot". Funny and itchy.

Add puke to the mix and you have great comedy.

"I puked right in her crotch!" Is there a funnier sentence to be said? Well, of course, there is if it your crotch being puked on/in, but that is a matter for another life.

That is all I had to share with you. I hope you all have a great weekend. Ciao!

Just checking in

I am back. 10 days since my last post. I have much to say yet not much time, so I will leave it for later. The Wife is beginning to realize what has transpired. It is tough. Nothing I can do but be there as she has to face this and feel it on her own. It won't be easy but it will happen in time.

The shiva was interesting, to say the least. I started back to work part time on Tuesday. I would work to 3, head cross town to pick up the Lad from school, and then head to the shiva. When I walked in the door, it was officially cocktail time. I burned through most of the bottle of Scotch. Man, I am sick.

Well, in case I forget, a happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends out there, who may or may not be reading this. I am done for now. Ciao!

Heavy heart and much sadness

I am back. It has been quite the week. Work, visit, basketball, work, visit, then.....It is with great sadness I tell you all MIL passed away Thursday afternoon. The funeral is tomorrow. I am just so sad for the loss for me, the Wife and the Lad, not to mention all those around us.

I may go more into it all but the muse is certainly not chirping in my ear, so I am getting prepared to deal with a very sad and teary Wife. Ahhhhh, the bitter part of life.

I am just passing the news along here. I will say that this is the second time I got to be around to watch somebody die. I find the whole process, and it is a process, very fascinating. Then again, I am a sick fuck. Not sick in "fuck a corpse" sick, just morbidly curious or curiously morbid. It is not a disease and not catchy, but the sore on my testicles may be.

I will say this, MIL is no longer suffering. She is finally at peace. She went out the same as she lived her life.....worrying about others and things that she could not control. It is what it is. Ann, we will miss you!

Going to run. Ciao!

Halloween then and now

I am back. I even missed a week of posting. Miss me? It has been a busy week but nothing too bad to report. Things are where they are at right now. I had a Halloween thought to share, though.

It seems to me that the "dangers" of Halloween have grown since I was a child (well I am still a child, but that is a story for another day). I was thinking about this on Wednesday night.

In my day, the biggest danger was the old razor blade in an apple. Dangerous and disgusting with intent, but not apt to be fatal. The potential for a lot of blood, but not likely to hit a major artery. Of course, the intent to inflict pain and damage was there on the part of the giver. Then again, who the fuck gave out apples anyway. Being allergic to apples (I found that out at 14) and not one whoever liked raw apples in any event, I would chuck any apples I received for Halloween as a matter of course.

Today, you can give out candy bars with peanuts and without intending to cause harm, kill a child with peanut allergies. A kid could die from their Halloween candy and it would be wholly unintentional. How fucked up is that?????

I am not sure what is worse. I mean the Lad has no peanut allergy so there is no issue around these parts, but I think the change in dangers is fucked up,,,,or are we fucked up?

I will leave that for you to decide. Ciao!