Moving

I helped one on my friends move yesterday. This is the second time I've helped him move in the past year, I don't know if my back can take it anymore. We moved the entertainment center, we moved the television, we moved the bed, the book cases, the plants, the chairs, the name it we moved it. Thank God he doesn't have a couch. I feel good for him though and his girlfriend though, they are moving into a better place with more space. They really needed it. So, here's to them (they just better help me when I move).

Self Medicating

Still sick, now I got the squirts to with it. Damn. Okay, so now that I have had to start self medicating, I've become quite I bit less crappy feeling. Let's take a look at what I did.

Start off with Day-Quil but then attack the cold with Sudifed and Motrin (800mg). Thank God for past injuries and giving me the Motrin. More Day-Quil, and finally for bed time a Vicadin (thank you again, past injuries). Now for the disclaimer!

I am a idiot when it comes to simple things like a cold. If You try this stuff your-self and have no idea of what you are really doing, you are a dumb-ass. So don't you or any of your stupid little friends try this and then blame me when you overdose. Morons.

Sick

Damn it! The kid is the one that normally make me sick but I was betrayed. My wife got a head cold and passed it on to me. This is a nasty one too. So, I'm sick and my 9ers decided to play like the Raiders today. Now I've got to go throw up.

Geocaching

This is a sport, well not really a sport, but a lot of fun. I've been Geocaching for a little over six months. It's fun and it's exciting at times. The best way to describe it is a world wide scavenger hunt, using hand held GPS's. There's a link on the side, check it out.

Cellphones and Cars

I have decided that the next person I see on a cell phone while driving is going to get a little road rage from me. Just enough to make them put the damn phone down. I have a good reason for wanting this and trust me it's a doosey.

It was such a nice day yesterday that I had decided to ride my motorcycle to work. I don't ride far, just about ten miles down the road. I can take the back roads because I live in a small rural area, where riding a motorcycle can be fun (most of the time). I was going down the road, to the connection road between towns here and I was cut off by some *BITCH* that was on her cell phone. I knew she was going to do it too. She was pulling out from her farm house and was yapping away, I saw her so I made a lot of room for her to make up her mind. I even slowed down to five MPH under the speed limit.

So, I'm watching this lady and I *KNOW* what she's going to do. She doesn't even look my way, she waits until I'm right up on her (about 5 yards) and she pulls out in her Ford F250. I pull and step on my brakes as hard that I'm leaning forward, almost all the way to the handlebars and I'm blasting my horn. Nope, not even a courtesy glance in my direction. Fucking Bitch. She's lucky I was on my way to work, I *SO* wanted to follow her and ask her what the fuck she was thinking when she cut off a motorcycle.

To make matters worse, once I got on the connection road I had some one try and drift off my back wash. The person was in such a hurry that they decided that they where going to share my lane with me and that it would be okay. Well, it wasn't okay. The finger, the kicked in door, and the pounding on the window should have told this asshole that. Fucking people, you all suck. If it's not about you then fuck it, right.

See y'all in the morgue.