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|Friday, December 13, 2013, 1:24:40 PM-|
I think hes one of those that stays on cam all the time maybe?
Some things should be looked at from all angles. ;)
Cause... Who doesnt like beer, right?
Gotta love a good temprature gauge.
Think I saw this guy on cam once too...Maybe... Possible.
|Friday, December 13, 2013, 12:44:52 AM-|
So I want to talk about Susan.
Im quite enamored and awed by Susan.
Susan, is the "NN Live Help Online" person that you may (or may not see) in the upper right hand corner. Shes not always there. Today I caught her tho!
*grin* She was prolly gritting her teeth by the time we were done but she was not only professional but bend over backwards helpful. As you can see, I got an old name back. I wasnt the only one today, I know so her day was prolly pretty hectic. lol.
Anyway, CB is gone. It was a quirky name and didnt fit near as well as this ol "suit" Its comfortable, stylish and I feel better wearing it.
|Thursday, December 12, 2013, 10:02:12 PM-|
I bet a lot of bubbles are made under that parachute once his but goes under water...
But...WOW, isnt he pretty???
All Id be thinking was Fuck dont eat me. FUCKdonteatme. FUCKDONTEATMEEEE!!!!
I dont care how big and tough you are. If you turn on the light and see that, you will squeel bloody murder like a 12 year old girl. *nodnodnod*
*Shrug* Mess with the bull, get the horns.
Bigger boat...Bigger BOAT... Need a BIGGER FUCKING BOAT!!!
Fuck da boat. Gimme TANKS! *nodnodnod*
|Thursday, December 12, 2013, 3:29:43 AM-|
Krick and I have the next few days off. Actually Krick has the next 7 days off! I definitely need a couple days off. Maybe can get some rest. Tomorrow we send off birthday/Christmas presents in the mail.
She doesnt know it yet but tomorrow we also go shopping for more Christmas stuff. Nothing major. Just a few more lights and assorted Christmas stuff.
I expect a laid back fun day spent in the company of such a wonderful woman. Mercy, but I am blessed. Krick... She makes my world go around. =)
|Wednesday, December 11, 2013, 12:50:24 AM-|
When I dont feel good etc, one of my most fav things in the world to do is snuggle with Kricket on the couch. Being near her has always given me peace. So when I dont feel good, when all I can think about is how bad I feel, how much effort it takes just to stand or sit... I lie with my head in her lap. She runs her hand across my head, along my face.
Its something that I daydreamed of I dont know how many times. It gave me a modicum, a sliver of peace. The real thing? There is nothing like it. Nothing has ever come close. It brings a bubble of peace that I float in. Pure serenity. Calm bliss. Her love in the form of affection washes over me, cleans me, balms wounds too deep to be physical.
..... Excuse me. Theres something I find I must do. Right now.
|Tuesday, December 10, 2013, 1:04:46 PM-|
Im about sick of the intense pain behind my right shoulder blade. Even sicker of the pins, needles and throbbing in my right arm. Im especially tired of the numbness in my 2nd and 3rd finger and partial numbness in pinky and pointy finger and right hand.
Typing right now is cumbersome cause of the numbness (and pain) Last night I burnt my hand on hot pasta as I dumped it into a colander. Im pretty sure it would have been damn near unbearable if my hand hadnt been numb. (Also prolly why it happened)
*shrug* We do what we have to. We go to work. We all have circumstances so that we push stuff to the side and say we'll take care of it later.
Something, sooner or later, is gonna have to give.
|Tuesday, December 10, 2013, 1:09:11 AM- Fiction just for fun.|
Micha and Jeb watched Clem pick his nose. Clem was an uncouth bastard but he made the best moonshine in an area where damn near everyone made good shine. Micha took another little sip as Clem buried his finger knuckle deep inside his nasal cavity.
While Clem dug for gold, he still managed to ask "Dink any good?"
Micha took the opportunity to look at the clear liquid in the clear glass in his hand. "Clem, I'm not sure how but, you're the best. Nice and smooth."
Jeb looked to the mason jar on the table to avert his morbid curiosity about how far one man could get a finger up his nose. Micha, ya sure ya wanna do this?"
Micha considered the unassuming liquid in the small glass before answering Jeb. "Yeah... Yeah, I need to do it."
Jeb sighed, knowing that would be the answer. "You may have lost your family but you've still got good friends here."
Micha refused to take his gaze off the glass in his hand. Its not that he was unsure of his decision. It just helped him not think about the loss of a son and daughter. The pain never left. But, sometimes, if he wasn't careful, it ambushed him and hurt even more than usual.
"I've already taken care of all I need to. All the paperwork is done and finalized. Mr Prescott was nice enough to give me this gift."
Jeb snorted and grumbled "Gift!"
Micha finally looked at Jeb and saw that his friend was again looking at the mason jar of moonshine on the table. "To me its a gift. I see it as a gift. He sees it as an end to a means."
Micha shrugged and took another sip from the glass. "It all works out for everyone."
Clem retracted his finger and looked at it, rubbing the extractions between his fingers then flicking it away. "That Mr Prescott is a right powerful man."
Micha and Jeb both looked at Clem but undoubtedly that's all Clem had to say about the matter as he took his pinky finger and inserted it inside his left ear.
Jeb looked at Micha. "You don't have to do this."
Micha smiled a small smile. A little sad at the end. "Yeah, I do. I know Ive got good friends here. Friends like family. But all the family I ever had is... Gone. I'm all that's left. So I'm goin."
Jeb swallowed what was left in his glass and made a growling noise as the burn went all the way to his stomach. "You gonna come by and see Mary and the kids?"
Micha considered it. "Id like to but I wont. Mary would just end up upset and the kids would want to know why I was leaving. You tell em that Uncle Micha thinks about em. Tell Mary I know she'll understand. Ya do that for me?"
Jeb just nodded. And most of any last minute things Micha Stout needed to do before he left the planet was done. All but for the drinking a few last drinks with his best friend in the world.
Clem looked at one and then the other. "You got anything you'd like me to do?" Clem then wiped his pinky finger on his old faded jeans.
Micha looked at Clem then to the almost empty glass in his hand. "Nope. You just keep doing what you do best Clem. It'll all be alright I reckon."
Two days later Micha was shot into space. His first time ever. There was more than a little relief that he didn't soil himself like he thought might have been possible.
Twelve hours later he was leaving the shuttle that had docked with the interstellar ship. They guided him to a room where he switched from one type of suit to another that felt like skin tight longjohns.
He was told there were sensors for this that and the other in it that would monitor this that and the other but he wasn't really listening. He knew that he would "sleep" for the trip which would take, in actual time, a few weeks. All of it really didn't matter to him so he didn't pay that much attention.
Later he was guided to another part of the ship, shown all that he would be taking with him. Micha was a practical man. Some of the stuff he knew would be handy. Some of it he just shrugged his shoulders at and said "Ok.".
Micha was led to yet another area of the ship. This would be the last place before his trip was done. They pushed a button and two vertical doors opened up on a compartment slightly bigger than a large sofa.
Micha did as instructed. As he lay there, they began hooking up more than a dozen different lines into places allotted into his "suit" just for whatever it was supposed to do. Micha didn't know. It didn't matter. He didn't know.
The attendants left the compartment sides and the doors shut. Micha could feel the airtight compartment pressurize through his ears.
The last thing Micha remembered was hearing the pleasant voice of a woman saying "Mr Stout, during your trip, all information on the planet the we currently have will be downloaded into your brain cortex. Safe passage."
|Monday, December 09, 2013, 1:14:00 AM-|
Today was a first for me and SO cool. I woke up, got ready for work, stepped outside and.... Fog. Everywhere. Not just any fog. A blanket of palest pearl gray blanketing, muffling everything, everywhere.
As I went across the bay, I looked left and right. I could see 50 yards, tops. At one point I looked over and there were 10 or so ducks flying in formation right beside me, 30 yards off the side of the 3 mile bridge.
A half mile later 3 gulls flew across my path. I was all "Gah! Gulls!" And they were all "Gah! Automobiles!" We both kinda veered away from one another and tried not to be shaken up by it.
I got off work about 3:30 after 6 1/2 hours. (Hey, it _was_ my day off) If anything, it was foggier than this morning. Thick and rolling off the ocean. Everything from the ground to about 2 feet up was clear. Then it started wispy and you could see it rolling right along, moving fast for 8 to 10 feet. The sky above was a wispy blurry thing, not really seen.
Coming back across the bay was a trip. Bridge under me, bridge to my left and right. Above me, behind me, to the sides past the bridge... Fog! It was as close to riding the Rainbow Bridge as Ill ever come. Fog swirled chaotically from around my front fenders and headlights. I couldnt see more than a few yards in front of me.
With just the smallest amount of imagination, I felt like I was floating along. Without doubt, it was very surreal. Without doubt, it was beautiful.
|Saturday, December 07, 2013, 11:51:15 PM-|
So... I DONT have tomorrow off. I could have but because Im taking off Friday the 13th (no, Im not superstitious, Ive a concert to go to) and have the next day off to, that only left me working a lil over 30 hours for the week.
So when they asked if I wanted to come in tomorrow I hesitated for .08 of a second and said "Sure, what time?".
So, 9 days till I get a day off. I can handle it. Hell, Ill even volunteer for extra hours tomorrow. Show meeeee dah moneeeyyy!!!
|Saturday, December 07, 2013, 12:04:21 PM-|
Ive tomorrow off. WOOT! I need it. I dont really have any plans other than picking up my daughters Christmas present and possibly a bit more online shopping.
The weather here has been so warm that I think Ill be going fishing. Maybe catch a nice mackerel or redfish. Hell, I dont care what kind of fish so long as it bites.
For now, Ive got about 10 minutes to throw pants and shirt on, shoes and head out the door. I remind myself that its a good day. Not that Im in a bad mood or anything. Just counting my blessings.
I get to go to a job with lots of potential, work with a bunch of pleasant people in an area thats just drop dead gorgeous. At the end of that day, I get to come home to my beautiful Kricket. She kisses and holds me so _good_ when we meet at the end of the day!
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