How We Met

Barbara and I met Wednesday night, September 2, 1970 at the OBI North, a disco, in Smithtown NY. The OBI was dead that night. I was talking to Danny Quail, a friend of my older brother, Rod, when Barbara's best friend and sorority roommate, Jane Barbato walked up to talk to Danny. While they were chatting, Barbara and I started talking. We hit it off pretty well and hung out together for the rest of the evening. When we were about to leave, Barbara asked me if I wanted to come back to her folks beach house in Wading River to hang out some more. Of course I did.

When we got to the house, I met her mom, her dad was in bed. Barbara and I sat on the couch talking until about 4:00 am.

At one point, I looked over at the stairs going up to the second floor, and I see her three younger sisters peeking, trying to see what we were doing. Of course Barbara got up and tried to chased them back to bed, but they wouldn't go. Barbara's mom came out to see what was going on, and did the chasing instead.

I got Barbara's phone number before I left and told her I'd call her. I finally called her after three days of procrastinating. I kept thinking, "Should I call her?" "Did she like me?" "What if she doesn't want to talk to me?", stuff like that. Her mom told me on the way to the cemetery, that Barbara was doing pretty much the same thing at their house. Until I called, she walked around almost the whole time saying things like, "Why doesn't he call?" "I thought he liked me." "Do you think he'll call?", all that sort of stuff. Her mom just kept telling her, "Barbara, if it's meant to be, he'll call. If he doesn't call, then it wasn't."

I finally got up the courage call three days later. It was after dinner and I got permission to make the call in my mom and dad's room where I could have some privacy. We weren't allowed in there without permission. One of Barbara's younger sisters, I think it was Debbie, answered the phone and it went, from what I can remember, like this.

"Is Barbara there?"

"Who's calling please?"

"This is Tony."

"Hold on please."

She puts down the phone and as she's walking, maybe running, to get Barbara, I could her her saying, "It's him! It's him! He called! He called! Where's Barbara?" Someone says, "I'll get her. "BARBARA! HE'S ON THE PHONE! HURRY!"

I just laughed.

I could hear Barbara say something in the distance, but couldn't make it out. She picked up the phone very calmly and we talked for I don't remember how long, but quite a while. I asked her out on a date that night to go horseback riding. Yeah, I know it's kind of strange for a first date, but I liked horse back riding. She said yes. I was very excited.

That is how it all began.

How We Met

Barbara and I met Wednesday night, September 2, 1970 at the OBI North, a disco, in Smithtown NY. The OBI was dead that night. I was talking to Danny Quail, a friend of my older brother, Rod, when Barbara's best friend and sorority roommate, Jane Barbato walked up to talk to Danny. While they were chatting, Barbara and I started talking. We hit it off pretty well and hung out together for the rest of the evening. When we were about to leave, Barbara asked me if I wanted to come back to her folks beach house in Wading River to hang out some more. Of course I did.

When we got to the house, I met her mom, her dad was in bed. Barbara and I sat on the couch talking until about 4:00 am.

At one point, I looked over at the stairs going up to the second floor, and I see her three younger sisters peeking, trying to see what we were doing. Of course Barbara got up and tried to chased them back to bed, but they wouldn't go. Barbara's mom came out to see what was going on, and did the chasing instead.

I got Barbara's phone number before I left and told her I'd call her. I finally called her after three days of procrastinating. I kept thinking, "Should I call her?" "Did she like me?" "What if she doesn't want to talk to me?", stuff like that. Her mom told me on the way to the cemetery, that Barbara was doing pretty much the same thing at their house. Until I called, she walked around almost the whole time saying things like, "Why doesn't he call?" "I thought he liked me." "Do you think he'll call?", all that sort of stuff. Her mom just kept telling her, "Barbara, if it's meant to be, he'll call. If he doesn't call, then it wasn't."

I finally got up the courage call three days later. It was after dinner and I got permission to make the call in my mom and dad's room where I could have some privacy. We weren't allowed in there without permission. One of Barbara's younger sisters, I think it was Debbie, answered the phone and it went, from what I can remember, like this.

"Is Barbara there?"

"Who's calling please?"

"This is Tony."

"Hold on please."

She puts down the phone and as she's walking, maybe running, to get Barbara, I could her her saying, "It's him! It's him! He called! He called! Where's Barbara?" Someone says, "I'll get her. "BARBARA! HE'S ON THE PHONE! HURRY!"

I just laughed.

I could hear Barbara say something in the distance, but couldn't make it out. She picked up the phone very calmly and we talked for I don't remember how long, but quite a while. I asked her out on a date that night to go horseback riding. Yeah, I know it's kind of strange for a first date, but I liked horse back riding. She said yes. I was very excited.

That is how it all began.

Want a good laugh?

A Power Rangers parody I think you'll find it funny, I did.

Credit goes to Y2A for finding it.

Want a good laugh?

A Power Rangers parody I think you'll find it funny, I did.

Credit goes to Y2A for finding it.

HERE'S A TOAST TO THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!

Guess what I'm doing.





These shots were taken about 6-7 years ago at the 21st birthday party of the son of a friend of ours. My nephew, holding the funnel hose, and his friends, showed me this really cool trick of how to down a can of beer in like two swallows. You can't see Barbara in this shot, but she was standing off to the side just shaking her head, with that "WTF is he doing now" look. I had a blast that night. There quite a few of the kids from their high school graduating class at the party. They all gathered at one end of the patio for a group shot and insisted I get in it. They even made me an honorary member of their class. I was honored they thought I was cool enough to be included.

Damn, was I drunk that night.........................but I didn't puke. I never even get hangovers. ;-D

HERE'S A TOAST TO THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!

Guess what I'm doing.





These shots were taken about 6-7 years ago at the 21st birthday party of the son of a friend of ours. My nephew, holding the funnel hose, and his friends, showed me this really cool trick of how to down a can of beer in like two swallows. You can't see Barbara in this shot, but she was standing off to the side just shaking her head, with that "WTF is he doing now" look. I had a blast that night. There quite a few of the kids from their high school graduating class at the party. They all gathered at one end of the patio for a group shot and insisted I get in it. They even made me an honorary member of their class. I was honored they thought I was cool enough to be included.

Damn, was I drunk that night.........................but I didn't puke. I never even get hangovers. ;-D

Half-Nekkid Thursday

This week’s "Half-Nekkid Thursday" post centers around our favorite thing to do during the summer, spend weekends at the Watch Hill marina on Fire Island.
The Atlantic Ocean is on the bottom and the great South Bay is on the top with Watch Hill nestled snuggly in between.

Late in 1993, Barbara and I decided to get a boat. We looked for one all fall, winter and spring, and in June 1994 we bought the BT Express, a 1986 Sea Ray Express Cruiser. (See picture at top of blog, that’s her.) Two cabins for sleeping, AC, heat, TV, VCR, microwave, 6.5 kW generator, stand up shower and more, pretty much a small home on the water. It was perfect for the four of us, Barbara, Brian, our dog Dallas and me. We spent practically every weekend, when we weren't traveling with the boat, on that boat at the Watch Hill marina on Fire Island. We did that from June 1994 until fall of 2002, the fall before Barbara became ill.

Since Barbara was an elementary school teacher, she spent a lot more time on it than I did because she had off every summer. Wednesday’s I would rush home from work, we would pack up the boat with supplies for the weekend and take it over to Watch Hill. I’d tie it up, hook up water and electric and then usually rush to catch the last ferry back to the Patchogue on the mainland. Barbara would spend an hour or so putting everything away and then enjoy a couple of days with other wives whose husband’s had done pretty much the same thing I did.

You can see Barbara is holding one of her famous Long Island Ice Teas in this shot.


I’d go to work on Thursday and Friday, and after work on Friday I would catch the ferry out of Patchogue back to Watch Hill where we’d spend the weekend. Sunday we would pack up, take the boat back to where we kept it near home, unload dirty laundry, etc., and wait until Wednesdays rolled around again to repeat the process again.

What a life that was. We were so blessed to be able to live this great life except for one thing, it got too hot sometimes. Lots of times we all bitched and moaned about how we wished the marina had a swimming pool. Yeah, I know we were right between the ocean and the Great South Bay, but wish we did. I forget exactly what year it was, but one day after I’d gotten back to Patchogue, I got this idea to check out small pools at the stores. I found a pool in Toys-R-Us that the sides blew up. It was an oval about 5 x 10, maybe a little bigger, and cost me $50. That was the best $50 I ever spent.

You should have seen the look on everyones face when I showed up with the pool on Friday. We spent Friday night laughing about it never dreaming how great it would to have it. The next day a bunch of us pitched in to rake and level the sand behind the dock, behind boat, set up the pool and blow up it up with a small vacuum cleaner someone had. We ran a couple of hoses to fill it up with water and then waited for happy hour, which could be anywhere from noon till 4:00 with our crowd of friends. (Barbara always made me wait until 4:00 for happy hour)

Most of us gathered around the pool sitting in chairs with our feet in the water. A few hopped in and just enjoyed sitting in the cool water. All of us drank, ate, cooled off in the water, then drank and and ate some more. Sunday, the pool was emptied and packed away until the following weekend. This was the way it went every weekend until the weather cooled off in the fall.

BTW, kids were banned from the pool. They track sand, splash, make excess noise and can be such a bother sometimes, so I banned them. My pool, my rules, fuck ‘em! That doesn’t make me a bad person does it?

This is how Barbara spent a great deal of her time on the weekends. Feet in the water chilling out.


Notice the mostly eaten tray of shrimp cocktail in lower right corner. Someone always brought the shrimp.


This one gives you a good shot at where the pool is located and the crowd gathered around the pool.


This shows a good view of the Watch Hill marina. My boat is the second from the right.


I threw this one in because I liked the way the ladies looked. It also gives you a view of the other end of the dock.

Half-Nekkid Thursday

This week’s "Half-Nekkid Thursday" post centers around our favorite thing to do during the summer, spend weekends at the Watch Hill marina on Fire Island.
The Atlantic Ocean is on the bottom and the great South Bay is on the top with Watch Hill nestled snuggly in between.

Late in 1993, Barbara and I decided to get a boat. We looked for one all fall, winter and spring, and in June 1994 we bought the BT Express, a 1986 Sea Ray Express Cruiser. (See picture at top of blog, that’s her.) Two cabins for sleeping, AC, heat, TV, VCR, microwave, 6.5 kW generator, stand up shower and more, pretty much a small home on the water. It was perfect for the four of us, Barbara, Brian, our dog Dallas and me. We spent practically every weekend, when we weren't traveling with the boat, on that boat at the Watch Hill marina on Fire Island. We did that from June 1994 until fall of 2002, the fall before Barbara became ill.

Since Barbara was an elementary school teacher, she spent a lot more time on it than I did because she had off every summer. Wednesday’s I would rush home from work, we would pack up the boat with supplies for the weekend and take it over to Watch Hill. I’d tie it up, hook up water and electric and then usually rush to catch the last ferry back to the Patchogue on the mainland. Barbara would spend an hour or so putting everything away and then enjoy a couple of days with other wives whose husband’s had done pretty much the same thing I did.

You can see Barbara is holding one of her famous Long Island Ice Teas in this shot.


I’d go to work on Thursday and Friday, and after work on Friday I would catch the ferry out of Patchogue back to Watch Hill where we’d spend the weekend. Sunday we would pack up, take the boat back to where we kept it near home, unload dirty laundry, etc., and wait until Wednesdays rolled around again to repeat the process again.

What a life that was. We were so blessed to be able to live this great life except for one thing, it got too hot sometimes. Lots of times we all bitched and moaned about how we wished the marina had a swimming pool. Yeah, I know we were right between the ocean and the Great South Bay, but wish we did. I forget exactly what year it was, but one day after I’d gotten back to Patchogue, I got this idea to check out small pools at the stores. I found a pool in Toys-R-Us that the sides blew up. It was an oval about 5 x 10, maybe a little bigger, and cost me $50. That was the best $50 I ever spent.

You should have seen the look on everyones face when I showed up with the pool on Friday. We spent Friday night laughing about it never dreaming how great it would to have it. The next day a bunch of us pitched in to rake and level the sand behind the dock, behind boat, set up the pool and blow up it up with a small vacuum cleaner someone had. We ran a couple of hoses to fill it up with water and then waited for happy hour, which could be anywhere from noon till 4:00 with our crowd of friends. (Barbara always made me wait until 4:00 for happy hour)

Most of us gathered around the pool sitting in chairs with our feet in the water. A few hopped in and just enjoyed sitting in the cool water. All of us drank, ate, cooled off in the water, then drank and and ate some more. Sunday, the pool was emptied and packed away until the following weekend. This was the way it went every weekend until the weather cooled off in the fall.

BTW, kids were banned from the pool. They track sand, splash, make excess noise and can be such a bother sometimes, so I banned them. My pool, my rules, fuck ‘em! That doesn’t make me a bad person does it?

This is how Barbara spent a great deal of her time on the weekends. Feet in the water chilling out.


Notice the mostly eaten tray of shrimp cocktail in lower right corner. Someone always brought the shrimp.


This one gives you a good shot at where the pool is located and the crowd gathered around the pool.


This shows a good view of the Watch Hill marina. My boat is the second from the right.


I threw this one in because I liked the way the ladies looked. It also gives you a view of the other end of the dock.

I went back to work today

It went pretty well, better than I expected actually. A lot of people that didn't come to the wake stopped me to give their condolences, which was nice.

Nobody bothered me or asked me to get involved in anything at all. Since I am the lone Quality "guy", that's saying something. I wonder what they are keeping from me?

I pretty much just reviewed and signed a few documents and took care of catching up on some computer work which took me the whole day.

A nice surprise was that my boss figured a way to keep me out of meetings, which was greatly appreciated.

Oh yeah, I also got hugs from several women, which was especially nice.

I went back to work today

It went pretty well, better than I expected actually. A lot of people that didn't come to the wake stopped me to give their condolences, which was nice.

Nobody bothered me or asked me to get involved in anything at all. Since I am the lone Quality "guy", that's saying something. I wonder what they are keeping from me?

I pretty much just reviewed and signed a few documents and took care of catching up on some computer work which took me the whole day.

A nice surprise was that my boss figured a way to keep me out of meetings, which was greatly appreciated.

Oh yeah, I also got hugs from several women, which was especially nice.

Thank you

Thank you all so very much for your expressions of sympathy at our loss of Barbara. Your kind words and outpouring of love here, and on Oz’s blog, have overwhelmed me, to say the least. It was the same way at the wake on Thursday and the funeral yesterday. Everyone was wonderful and had such nice things to say about Barbara, Brian and me. One of Barbara’s ex-colleagues and her husband drove down from Connecticut and one of Brian’s friends drove up from Delaware just to pay their respects. That really was a surprise.

It’s nice to know that we’ve touched so many lives in a good way.

Thank you

Thank you all so very much for your expressions of sympathy at our loss of Barbara. Your kind words and outpouring of love here, and on Oz’s blog, have overwhelmed me, to say the least. It was the same way at the wake on Thursday and the funeral yesterday. Everyone was wonderful and had such nice things to say about Barbara, Brian and me. One of Barbara’s ex-colleagues and her husband drove down from Connecticut and one of Brian’s friends drove up from Delaware just to pay their respects. That really was a surprise.

It’s nice to know that we’ve touched so many lives in a good way.

Barbara passed away last night

This is Barbara, Brian and I just before he went to his senior prom in June 2000. I will be back.

Barbara passed away last night

This is Barbara, Brian and I just before he went to his senior prom in June 2000. I will be back.

Barbara has taken a turn for the worst

The hospice nurse was here earlier and says she has a day at the most. Pray for her.

Barbara has taken a turn for the worst

The hospice nurse was here earlier and says she has a day at the most. Pray for her.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I wake up this morning and see Brian come up stairs from the basement. He says, "Good morning." We hug each other like we always do when we haven't seen each other for a while.

He asks, "Have you been down in the basement lately?"

"No, why?"

"There's about 2 inches of water down there."?

I walk down the steps, look around and sure enough, angle deep water.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I called the fire department to get put on the list of people needing to be pumped out then go outside and to get the swimming pool cover pump. I start dragging the pump, hose and extension cord toward the back door. The extension cord gets tangled in a bush so I pull harder, rip a few branches out and get stung by a bee. Maybe it was a yellow jacket, but who cares, it hurts like a bitch!

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I put the pump in the basement and plug it in, check that it's running and go outside to check for water coming out the hose. I wait..................wait some more......................"Uh, WTF, where's the water?"

I go back in the house and check the pump, and it's running. I know it works because 15 minutes earlier I could see it pumping water off the pool cover. I guess it can't pump the water up that far up hill, so to speak. The basement floor is about 5 feet below the yard level.

"Now WTF am I going to do?"

"I know! I'll suck the water up through the hose and if I get it started, maybe it will keep it going," I say to myself.

So outside I go, stretch the hose out, put the end in my mouth, spit out little dirt and start sucking. I suck for as long and as hard as I can, bend the hose, put my thumb over the end to keep the water from going back down and catch my breath.

Repeat...........repeat................repeat........................etc, etc, etc.

I spend about 5 minutes repeating this process and finally get a mouth full of dirty water. (Remember, the hose was pumping water off the pool cover earlier.) I toss the hose to the ground and SURPRISE, SURPRISE, I struck it rich! Water! I watch, I wait to see if it stops. No, it keeps pumping water. It looks like I'll get my basement pumped out after all.

It might take a week at the rate the pump works, but WFT am I going to do?

PS

I just came back in after talking to my neighbor. The hose is still pumping water but he has about 8 inches of water in his basement. It seems high tide is pushing water up through some cracks he has in the basement floor. Maybe I should consider myself lucky.

NO! I will still feel sorry for myself. You have no idea how much crap I have down there and how much I'm going to have to throw out.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I wake up this morning and see Brian come up stairs from the basement. He says, "Good morning." We hug each other like we always do when we haven't seen each other for a while.

He asks, "Have you been down in the basement lately?"

"No, why?"

"There's about 2 inches of water down there."?

I walk down the steps, look around and sure enough, angle deep water.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I called the fire department to get put on the list of people needing to be pumped out then go outside and to get the swimming pool cover pump. I start dragging the pump, hose and extension cord toward the back door. The extension cord gets tangled in a bush so I pull harder, rip a few branches out and get stung by a bee. Maybe it was a yellow jacket, but who cares, it hurts like a bitch!

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

I put the pump in the basement and plug it in, check that it's running and go outside to check for water coming out the hose. I wait..................wait some more......................"Uh, WTF, where's the water?"

I go back in the house and check the pump, and it's running. I know it works because 15 minutes earlier I could see it pumping water off the pool cover. I guess it can't pump the water up that far up hill, so to speak. The basement floor is about 5 feet below the yard level.

"Now WTF am I going to do?"

"I know! I'll suck the water up through the hose and if I get it started, maybe it will keep it going," I say to myself.

So outside I go, stretch the hose out, put the end in my mouth, spit out little dirt and start sucking. I suck for as long and as hard as I can, bend the hose, put my thumb over the end to keep the water from going back down and catch my breath.

Repeat...........repeat................repeat........................etc, etc, etc.

I spend about 5 minutes repeating this process and finally get a mouth full of dirty water. (Remember, the hose was pumping water off the pool cover earlier.) I toss the hose to the ground and SURPRISE, SURPRISE, I struck it rich! Water! I watch, I wait to see if it stops. No, it keeps pumping water. It looks like I'll get my basement pumped out after all.

It might take a week at the rate the pump works, but WFT am I going to do?

PS

I just came back in after talking to my neighbor. The hose is still pumping water but he has about 8 inches of water in his basement. It seems high tide is pushing water up through some cracks he has in the basement floor. Maybe I should consider myself lucky.

NO! I will still feel sorry for myself. You have no idea how much crap I have down there and how much I'm going to have to throw out.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!

Happy HNT!

Here are some shots of me as a little tyke. My mom always gave me a crew cut as I guess you could tell. We had no money, so she cut my hair.

Another thing, don't you just love the ears? My wife found them good for pulling me in close, if you get my drift.

Heheheh!!!!!

An Oldie But Goodie

Weird Al Yankovic - Starwars and Amish Paradise Parody

An Oldie But Goodie

Weird Al Yankovic - Starwars and Amish Paradise Parody

Embarassing HNT

This weeks HNT post is embarassing.

So, what do you think? Does it turn you on? Does it get you excited to my, .............well, you know........?

If you want to see the uncropped version, click on the photo.

Barbara Update

My wife Barbara's disease has progressed to the next step. About a week ago, she started coughing. They prescribed a med that dries up secretions to reduce the amount of saliva she produces to help minimize the coughing. It helps. Today the nurse told me it seems she is starting to loose control of the muscles in her throat for swallowing and coughing up flem. This is normal for someone in her condition and just one more step in the progression of the disease.

This is a picture of her in 1998. Our 33rd wedding anniversary was July 29th.

Barbara Update

My wife Barbara's disease has progressed to the next step. About a week ago, she started coughing. They prescribed a med that dries up secretions to reduce the amount of saliva she produces to help minimize the coughing. It helps. Today the nurse told me it seems she is starting to loose control of the muscles in her throat for swallowing and coughing up flem. This is normal for someone in her condition and just one more step in the progression of the disease.

This is a picture of her in 1998. Our 33rd wedding anniversary was July 29th.

I really find this hard to believe.

Ya, right! What President wouldn't? I know I would if it was me, so why are you surprised that Bush would do it? That's the way it is.

I really find this hard to believe.

Ya, right! What President wouldn't? I know I would if it was me, so why are you surprised that Bush would do it? That's the way it is.

What did I say?

I just read my post from yesterday. Holy shit, was I in some "feeling sorry for myself" mood. But todays another day and today I feel better.

I am swamped at work, and with my situation at home, it gets to me some times. I guess yesterday one of those days, one of those days for venting. Maybe that's why yesterday's post had to be written.

Let me give you a little background about my day to day life.

Almost my entire life is focused with just dealing with problems, at home and at work. At home, I have a terminally ill wife that is living on borrowed time. When they diagnosed her brain cancer, they gave her 6 months to a year to live, two years tops. Now it's been over 28 months. This occupies 99% of my time at home.

At work, pretty much 90% of what I do is dealing with problems. For lack of a better term, I am a one man Quality Assurance department in the company I work for. We manufacture high voltage power supplies and have a little over 100 employees. If anything goes wrong in any manufacturing in the company, or we get customer failures that came back because we screwed up something, I am called in to investigate to see what went wrong, what do we have to do to fix the problem and what do we have to do from letting it happen again.

I am also the person primarily responsible for writing procedures, reviewing procedures or helping people write procedures. Since we have implemented a new computer system which pretty much runs all our processes, there are A LOT of procedures that have to be written, in every department.

Therefore, 189% of my life is dealing with adversity. So maybe you can understand why things get to me sometime.

Wait! 189% can't be right. Well, you get the idea. Almost my entire life is spent dealing with problems. It gets to me sometimes. I guess my drunken post yesterday, was just my way of venting to my friends. Thanks for listening. I appreciate it. I really do.

"And that's all I have to say about that."
Forest Gump

What did I say?

I just read my post from yesterday. Holy shit, was I in some "feeling sorry for myself" mood. But todays another day and today I feel better.

I am swamped at work, and with my situation at home, it gets to me some times. I guess yesterday one of those days, one of those days for venting. Maybe that's why yesterday's post had to be written.

Let me give you a little background about my day to day life.

Almost my entire life is focused with just dealing with problems, at home and at work. At home, I have a terminally ill wife that is living on borrowed time. When they diagnosed her brain cancer, they gave her 6 months to a year to live, two years tops. Now it's been over 28 months. This occupies 99% of my time at home.

At work, pretty much 90% of what I do is dealing with problems. For lack of a better term, I am a one man Quality Assurance department in the company I work for. We manufacture high voltage power supplies and have a little over 100 employees. If anything goes wrong in any manufacturing in the company, or we get customer failures that came back because we screwed up something, I am called in to investigate to see what went wrong, what do we have to do to fix the problem and what do we have to do from letting it happen again.

I am also the person primarily responsible for writing procedures, reviewing procedures or helping people write procedures. Since we have implemented a new computer system which pretty much runs all our processes, there are A LOT of procedures that have to be written, in every department.

Therefore, 189% of my life is dealing with adversity. So maybe you can understand why things get to me sometime.

Wait! 189% can't be right. Well, you get the idea. Almost my entire life is spent dealing with problems. It gets to me sometimes. I guess my drunken post yesterday, was just my way of venting to my friends. Thanks for listening. I appreciate it. I really do.

"And that's all I have to say about that."
Forest Gump

DISCLAIMER!!!!!!

The following post is from a guy that has had a lot to drink tonight. I'm not feeling to good emotionally this evening and just wanted to get something off my chest.

DISCLAIMER!!!!!!

The following post is from a guy that has had a lot to drink tonight. I'm not feeling to good emotionally this evening and just wanted to get something off my chest.

Can you keep a secret? You better or don't read this!

Promise you won't tell anyone?

Promise?

If you can't promise, leave the fuck right now! Got it?

So, what the fuck is wrong with me? All it seem to do is cry at TV shows and shit. WTF is wrong with me? Arrrgggg!

I know my wife is sick and all, but she has been sick for over two fucking years now. So you would figure I would be used to it by now. Right? Right?

WTF is going on!!!!

At first I figured that her illness is what is causing me to act this way, but now I just don't fucking know. Like last night. I watched that Extreme Home Makeover show. The one where the couple adopted a lot of unadoptable kid and they built the family a new house for them. I balled my fucking eyes out watching that one.

Then tonight, I watched the one where they swap wives. Not that way asshole.! Geeze!!!@!@

The one where the slob changed families with the neat freak. It worked out really well for both families. That made me so, so happy, so what the fuck did I do? I fucking cried. Cried my fucking eyes out!

I felt really, really good after a good cry. Why the fuck am I telling you this? I know, you have all become my friends, my real friends.

Our regular friends have deserted us. Our families have done the same. No one comes to visit us anymore, so you are about all that we have left.

How fucking pathetic is that? How fucking pathetic is that?

Can you keep a secret? You better or don't read this!

Promise you won't tell anyone?

Promise?

If you can't promise, leave the fuck right now! Got it?

So, what the fuck is wrong with me? All it seem to do is cry at TV shows and shit. WTF is wrong with me? Arrrgggg!

I know my wife is sick and all, but she has been sick for over two fucking years now. So you would figure I would be used to it by now. Right? Right?

WTF is going on!!!!

At first I figured that her illness is what is causing me to act this way, but now I just don't fucking know. Like last night. I watched that Extreme Home Makeover show. The one where the couple adopted a lot of unadoptable kid and they built the family a new house for them. I balled my fucking eyes out watching that one.

Then tonight, I watched the one where they swap wives. Not that way asshole.! Geeze!!!@!@

The one where the slob changed families with the neat freak. It worked out really well for both families. That made me so, so happy, so what the fuck did I do? I fucking cried. Cried my fucking eyes out!

I felt really, really good after a good cry. Why the fuck am I telling you this? I know, you have all become my friends, my real friends.

Our regular friends have deserted us. Our families have done the same. No one comes to visit us anymore, so you are about all that we have left.

How fucking pathetic is that? How fucking pathetic is that?

I'm Sorry...

...I really am, but today I must have gotten 5 or 6 bazillion spam comments, so today I am adding that spam blocker thingy. What can I say other than, "Do they really think this works?"

I'm Sorry...

...I really am, but today I must have gotten 5 or 6 bazillion spam comments, so today I am adding that spam blocker thingy. What can I say other than, "Do they really think this works?"

ATTENTION BOOB LOVERS!

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ATTENTION BOOB LOVERS!

Boobiethon 2005 is in full force. If you like boobs, check out this web site. While your at it, give them a few bucks for a very worthy cause. It may save a life.

I am so pissed!!!!!!

WTF is with this Blogger anyway? I spent a good part of this evening posting a new message and responding to your posts from Thursday. I have dinner and then sign on just now and what do I see? Not a fucking thing! That's what! Not a fucking thing! Bastards!!! Did anyone else have this problem?

I am so pissed!!!!!!

WTF is with this Blogger anyway? I spent a good part of this evening posting a new message and responding to your posts from Thursday. I have dinner and then sign on just now and what do I see? Not a fucking thing! That's what! Not a fucking thing! Bastards!!! Did anyone else have this problem?