There aint no cure for the Thursday Night Blues!

Wassup?!
I could say same shit here, and leave it at that, but that would not make very interesting reading, would it? So, just for you, my reading audience, I will search the deepest, darkest corners of my mind and come up with something, anything, that may be of interest. Went back to Pearle Vision yesterday and saw the "good" doctor. She got larger. Still nice as hell, but she informed me that the last brand of contacts that I used were discontinued. Yet, I can still get them through 1-800-contacts. Odd. So she prescribed me a new brand and they are slightly more comfortable than what her protege gave me, but still not quite right. Plus they aren't for sleeping in, so that is a negative. Last thing I wanna do when all liquored up is to stick my fingers in my eyes. Liquored up....heheh.... I LOVE that phrase. So, it's either back to the drawing board, or I'll get some from 1-800-Contacts and buy some eyeglasses through Pearle. Jewel says I should just get the lasik surgery. I should, but what if they fuck it up? My liveliehood (sic) depends upon my sight. That could suck, if I couldn't see. I don't see us living very well on $3,600 a month in SSI disability, though it is 6X a Knabian. Some of you will laugh at that, most of you won't.
The final post holes were dug tonight, and I'm lining up concrete for the weekend. Possibly a contractor with laborers to fill the holes. That would rock, since I am lazy.
I need a good drunk and fuck festival. Any of you hotties wanna get drunk with good ol' Uncle Buzz?

promised pictures

me and a dingo

BUZZ gets a little help from some friends

Buzzcut in a hole!

A picture says a thousand words

Or so it's been said. With that in mind, I should have uploaded the pictures Jewel took Monday of the post holes being dug. Of course, those are at home on her camera and I'm way too lazy to upload them. I will of course, but these things take time. Look for them later this week. I have to give the wife credit, she loves to document our lives on film, well not really film, more on mega-pixels, but you get the drift. Special occasions, just hanging out, the kids doing cute/goofy shit, crisis and as of Monday, work commencing. Yes, Crisis. This takes me back to the last deck at our last house, some 5 years ago. The contractor dug the post holes and left. Not before telling Jewel to make sure the 2 year old girl didn't fall in them. Bastard never said anything about watching the 9 year old. Buzzcut decided to see if he could fit in one and he did. All the way up to his arms. While I was at the store. The nighbor comes tearing in the house to tell Jewel that the kid's in a hole. Both guys that live next door start digging him out. Jewel helped in her own way, she grabbed the camera. Looking back it's funny as hell. and yes, we still have the pictures.
I guess picture taking is a good thing, I just never really bothered looking at pics of things in the past, though I probably should, especially those pictures. It may enlighten me, or it may frighten me.
The boy officially turned 14 yesterday, and he is starting to resemble a teen-ager. The shit kids get for their birthdays amazes me. He got the X-box that I mentioned earlier, a ton of games and like $110 in gift cards/cash. We took him to Best Buy where he squandered it all on DVDs. Gotta give the kid credit. He knows how to get the bang out of a buck. He went for all cheaper DVDs so he ended up walking out of there with like 3 seasons of the Cosby Show, 2 seasons of The Simpsons and a couple movies. Not a bad haul. I'm just happy he doesn't want me to watch any of that shit with him, except maybe the Simpsons. That I could do, probably. We also took him to Outback for dinner and to pick up his new glasses, which he desperately needed. Can't all be fun and games I guess, even on your birthday.
Back to work, have a hell of a day.

The Dreaded Deck

Nothing like getting roped into a project on a beautiful holiday. Ah yes my friends, yesterday we had a small barbecue for family and some friends that may as welll be family. I of course took a nap after a morning bike ride and sauntered down a fashionable hour late. To my surprise most everyone was already here. I wasn't awake for more than half an hour and the trap was sprung. "We're having a posthole digging party here tomorrow, get it organized". Now I know that sounds good: Lots of people helping get the shit done for the start of the deck. The reality of the situation will be me and maybe one or two other guys busting our asses digging 23, 8" holes 42" deep. So it was said and so it was done. I was literally dragged to the local rental place after nobody believing that at 4:30 in the afternoon the place would be closed. They weren't, the fuckers stayed there til 5:00. Assholes. I would have paid them to leave early, but Noooooooooooooooo.

I purused the section of available augers, two man hand held, one hooked to a trailer, and then the mother of all commercial landscape equipment: The Toro Dingo. Oh yeah, I gotta have that. Sure it's $200 for the day, but it looks to be fully automatic. Check this bad boy out.

It's the second of the two pictures, obviously. I'm hoping it makes mince meat ofthis fucking lawn!

Rainy Holidays

Fucking rain.
That's all I gotta say. Ok maybe not all, but it's a good start. Had plans to have some friends up to chill in the backyard, play some bags, maybe some ladder ball, maybe a dip in the pool. It's fucking 65 degrees and raining. There were other plans as well for earlier in the day including running the gas and electrical lines from the pool to the house so we can commence in afore mentioned deck construction. Instead, I am sitting here pounding out another masterpiece for you to read. And they are masterpieces, ok maybe not all of them. Ok maybe not any of them, but I sense a Home Run coming soon. Ok maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next Tuesday, but there is a fucking gem inside of me that will have you howling like a little school girl. I guess it will be time and circumstances that help coax it out. Maybe I'll take some drunken pictures tonight and post them for your enjoyment. Maybe I won't. Maybe some really hot chick will read this blog for years anonymously and become so enamored that she hunts me down, finds me, captures me and turns me into her sex slave. Maybe not, I'm married and would never let that happen. Unless the wife could watch, now THAT would be something. A scheme between two willing and able women to turn me into nothing but a sex object. Then after the thirty seconds that I would last for, they would turn their attentions to one another and all three of us would be the happy campers. See, that's what most guys wish for: Their wives agreeing to and becoming willing participants in a threesome. Not me, not anymore. It's hard enough for a fat lazy guy like me to keep one girl satisfied, I couldn't imagine havin to bring two of them to the brink of bliss, simultaneously. Plus with all the added stimulation, I probably only would have thirty seconds of stamina. Which would make for one very tired tongue and some very tired fingers. Where was I again? Oh yeah it's fucking raining outside, the wife is at a graduation and we have friends coming over in an hour. Maybe I should get in the shower in case it turns into an orgy.

The XBox

I guess I'm still living in the 80's, maybe the nineties. The boy turns 14 next week and he graduates from Jr.High the following week. Those events are major milestones for a young lad and huge milestones for me. Why? Because it means I haven't fucking strangled him to death yet.
The present for the birthday was an Xbox, no not a 360, just a plain old XBox. He was supposed to get it this upcoming Tuesday, instead he got it last night. Why? His Mother left the links to some games in her favorites (5 games all the same site, why she needed to save the individual pages is beyond me) and he stumbled upon them in her favorites while on her computer since he is grounded forever from his own PC. He asked and we couldn't deny, so we gave it to him early. The thing is fucking amazing. The Simpsons game was kind of lame, but this game we got him called Chase looks promising. He's got a couple more games coming on his actual birthday, so we'll see how those pan out. I have a feeling that I'll probably get more use out of it than he does, he only wanted it because the neighborhood kids all have them. He's not into games and his co-ordination is as bad as mine. Some how I survived. So anyway, it's amazing how far these games have come and amazing how far they haven't come. The last system I had was a Sega Genesis 16 bit some 15 years ago. The graphics are arguably better. But the games still seem pretty pointless for the novice user. It's not until you get way up there that I'm sure the cooler shit will make itself known. This Xbox was refurbished and cost like $165 plus all the games. A steal compared to the new ones that are going for $500. For $500 that game better have a portal for me to shove my dick into and get a virtual blow job. Of course a real blow job would be even better. But this would be kind of like a high tech glory hole. You get a nice hummer while looking at the virtual chick on the screen actually blowing you. Now that I would invest $500 in. Hell, I'd probably pay $75 a disc for new chicks to look at! What would one call that system? A Sex-Box?

How many people can I suck up to in one post?

Thanks to MotorCity Monk http://motorcitymonk.blogspot.com/ for hooking me up with Pixie. I didn't actually contact her, but went to her site http://pixiestl.blogspot.com/ did a view source code and copied what she did. Worked like a charm and it's a pretty cool blog, so go check it out.



Thanks again to Dr. Ivan http://www.myspace.com/doctorivan for the banner and background image. This place looks pretty cool now!



Check out my radio show tonight at: http://akaradio.com/ from 7-9 CST.

Service Anyone?

What the fuck is going on with the service industry these days?
This evening we took my son and myself to the local Pearle Vision center. We've been here before and have been pleased with the service thus far. This evening was a different doctor than normal and she blew goats! Not only did she blow goats, but the entire staff blew goats as well. Literally, I thought I heard some "baaaaahhhhhing" coming from a back room, but I can't be sure.
We stroll in just on time for our appointment, no big deal, they weren't ready anyway. When we did get to talk to the European bitch behind the counter, it was brought to our attention that she wasn't really 100% sure what our insurance covered, as she thought we were on a PPO not an HMO. Anyway, after 1/2 an hour of phone calls, she called another store and was assured that the coverages were the same. I'll check with my provider in the morning regardless.
First they checked the boy. They had NO tolerance for a precocious 14 year old boy, apparently. From the pre-tester to the optician. NO "bedside" manner whatsoever. My exam was uneventful, until the end when I was told to put my new contacts in. I did and I sat waiting and sat and sat and sat, even though the right eye was really bothering me. Both assistants that I queried asked me if I had them in right or if my hands were washed. I've been wearing contacts for 15 fucking years, I think I know how to put the fucking things in by now! Dumb cunts! Then the doctor asks me the same thing and hands me a new right contact of the exact same brand. Okay, I'l try it. Same shit, exactly the same. She takes me in to check them over, looks in my eye and claims that I scratched it. Probably did, with a contact that wasn;t right to begin with. AAAAAArggggghhhhhhh!
So I'm to not wear a contact until Thursday and then put a new one in. What did she give me to put in? A third identical contact of the one that was fucked up to begin with! I made my follow up with the original Doctor that I've seen there before, and a formal complaint will be filed!

So we're driving home and stop at Portillo's to bring some dinner home. I ordered a Bacon Cheeseburger with a few condiments and the rest ordered whatever. We get home, and I open the burger, it was a regular burger with everything BUT the condiments I asked for. I called the number and was told to come back in, I said I'm 20 minutes away now. She says hold on, I say you know what I don't care about the burger, just tell the manager you all have your fucking heads up your fucking asses!!!! Unfortunately, my boy heard this exchange and his Mother was less than amused. FUCKING Service workers don't give a fuck about nothing these days!
No wonder I can't find good help!

Time for an update

Nothing much to report on. Sooooo busy took until Sunday night at 8:00 CST to watch the previous week's Soprano's. Not bad. Tony is becoming a Monster. Personally, I think they should have waited until the last show aired to announce the end of the series, though we all knew it was coming. But now, we know, or at least we think we know, that something's gotta give and/or end. You almost knew that Chrissy was gonna bite it before the series ended. I haven't seen this past Sunday's yet, so don't fucking ruin it for me.

Time, I've got none. Patience.....even less. My procrasination skills, however, are at an all time high. Bowling being over for the year, and I don't even have the guarrantee of a weekly drunk these days. Kind of depressing, at least to me. Big holiday weekend coming up and minimal plans at best, and even less time to do anything if it were planned. Most likely digging post holes, unless I can find some immigrants to do it for me cheap. Problem with living in the cushy suburbs is that very few illegals hang out outside the local Home Depot looking for work. Must be a city thing.

I love having this blog at my expense I can babble about for paragraphs and paragraphs about nothing and it's almost therapeutic. Fucking thing needs spell check though. I don't misspell often, but I typo alot.

Just got back from a meeting with school about me eldest. Planning the high school years (fuck am I old!). Seems he has made remarkable progress in the past three years and the hope for the future is bright. This makes me smile. 4 more years and he's outta the fucking house! Hopefully off "the payroll" within 8 years, though I doubt it.

Life is good. For now, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It always seems to drop. I'll probably get fucked over some way, some how at work. Not that work has been a fucking picnic lately, but I'm actively working to improve that situation, as I posted earlier. It MUST be done, no matter how hard it will be to do so, and no matter how many times I've thought better of it, the same outcome always prevails. Fat Bastard must go! And when that happens, an office cleaning and chair throwing out party will commence. In the past 2 years, things have generally become what I vowed my place will never become. Change it be a coming!

Well kids, back to work, check back soon. And tell your friends to check in too, so they can also witness the lunatic that resides here on The BUZZ!

Still trying this thing out.

It's addicting!
I have a cool background image, but can't figure out how to upload it. Kudos to Dr Ivan for the cool fucking header and the cool background that I can't yet use. Anyhow, I should be finishing up work, doing some work on the way home, and then going home to an ailing wife. I'm guessing though that my absence is the best medicine she could ask for. Apparently, I'm kind of needy and the last thing sick people want are needy people. Ah well, maybe I'll pound a few beers later tonight after my mid-day nap. While I'm skimming the pool and setting up the filter, in preparation for backfilling around said pool tomorrow and landscaping in preparation(no not Preparation-H) for the month long deck building project. When all is said and done, we'll have a nice 16x22 ft deck on a 21ft round swimming pool, with the possibility of a hot tub later down the road when $$ permit. What we now have is a big pile of sand in the driveway, two giant ruts down the side of the yard and a large sand/weed patch under where the swingset once stood. Hey don't blame me, I was against getting the temporary blow ring pool that we put in said sand/weed pit. Still have to figure on mulching that area or just reseeding it before moving the swingset back. Ahhhh the trials and tribulations of life in bumblefuck suburbia!!!

Loyalty?

What is it that keeps us loyal? Is it friendship, genuine like or concern, or the fault of our fucking parents for raising us to have a conscience?
Point in case is a dude who works for me. Brought him in 2 years ago when the last dude bailed after 11 years. I still hold a huge amount of nostalgia for those 11 years. Things weren't perfect, they never are and never will be, but I seem to recall getting alot(I know, I know, it's not a fucking word, so sue me) more help back then. Both have their pros and cons, the latest seeming to have a ton more cons, unbearable body odor and an attitude to boot.
Mistakes be a plenty, at least a few a day. I now know why his business failed but find myself wondering why I felt sorry enough for this sad sack to bring him in and let him help ruin mine. The last one overslept frequently, but bent over backwards to help me get through my day. Ahhh good times.

Could a 3rd one be on the horizon and at what point do I say "20 years of knowing you from this indusrtry be damned, I'm sorry you fucked up your own gig, but you're outta here as well?

Stay tuned the answers may be closer than we think!

Post2

wow I'm getting the hang of this

Well Here I am

I don't often have much to say, but everybody has these damn blogs, so I figgered it was my time to as well.
It was either this or myspace. I may do that as well.
My wife Jewel is downstairs watching some chick flick and here I sit avoiding doing mutliple tasks in my office. Which will help me avoid doing yard work tomorrow night, since I'll have to come back upstairs and do the office work I am avoiding by writing this blog. Everything is full circle, and I love avoiding doing as much as possible.