tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85474706617178261632012-02-01T22:41:15.722-07:00at the altar of my egojockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.comBlogger6431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-39430580258874870012012-02-01T22:06:00.002-07:002012-02-01T22:41:15.731-07:00and without lube
Google+, in all of its infinite wisdom, decided this week that 'Jockfullonuts' cannot be my nickname in Googleland. I'm clueless as to why. I've been using the soubriquet on blogger since December 2005. I believe I've had my gmail account a few years longer. Now, all of a sudden, it's inappropriate? Oh, I can use Jock Fullonuts, which the google gods have deemed appropriate (because it seemsjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-50677736992695086122012-01-30T14:08:00.002-07:002012-01-30T14:21:50.571-07:00pigs of a feather
Separated at birth?
Yes, I went there. And we all know why.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-79897382907540859432012-01-27T08:16:00.000-07:002012-01-27T10:52:09.527-07:00the usual crap
Latest gratuitous cat photo: Sugar, Stewie, Tess napping in kitchen window.
Brand new car: 2012 Nissan Rogue (or as I call it, my baby Murano). Bought a new Nissan Frontier truck the day before. Traded it in for this the very next day because the truck had no alarm system. That is a necessity in my world. Had a flat tire on the way home from the dealership. Great way to start the jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-43222921315921860572011-12-19T21:10:00.001-07:002011-12-19T22:15:52.614-07:00little bits of crazy
• First thing in the morning, she asks,
“Do you have anything to tell me?” My sister says, “No, what are you talking about, mother? “Are you using drugs?” (This seems to be an obsession with her.) Robyn says, “No. Why are you
asking? Do I look like I’m on drugs? Mother replies, “Well, you do look
pretty bad.”
• Mother says one of the cats is talking to her. It's telling her thatjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-64710250676130702742011-12-01T12:25:00.001-07:002011-12-20T12:55:34.143-07:00another view from vatoville
The photo above was shot this morning, December 1st, 2011. The subject matter is directly across the street from my house and has been sitting in that same place since the day after Halloween. Apparently, the lazy-ass bastard neighbors who put it there, have no intention of disposing of it in any traditional manner...such as walking it over the garbage can, cutting or tearing it up, and jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-1973880185742234172011-12-01T08:13:00.000-07:002012-02-01T22:12:31.179-07:00it's world aids day
World
AIDS Day is celebrated on December 1 each year around the world. It has
become one of the most recognized international health days and a key
opportunity to raise awareness, commemorate those who passed on, and
celebrate victories such as increased access to treatment and prevention
services.
History of World AIDS Day 1988 - 2010
_____________________
To all jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-88035740275081381502011-11-29T15:34:00.001-07:002011-11-29T16:03:05.491-07:00
What you see above is a photo taken this morning. I was outside, drinking my morning tea, enjoying the cool weather. At my side was my new iPhone. I've had it for a week and a day. This is new territory for me, as my last cell-phone did nothing smart. It was absolutely beautiful in design, though, and I hated to see it go. Unfortunately, I tossed it in the washer and it drowned. Mouth to jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-71508367150949397702011-11-22T17:16:00.001-07:002011-12-20T13:18:37.103-07:00giving thanks
Photo: © 1939 Dorothea Lange
I am thankful that after a year long battle with Fannie Mae and an evil mortgage company, I still have a shingled roof over my head instead of a makeshift tent, a cozy bed in which to sleep, access to the internet, and a penis that still gets hard. (Oh, and family, friends, health, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada...but mostly the penis thing.)
Happy jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-90854653000597709062011-11-17T13:30:00.000-07:002011-11-18T07:59:06.717-07:00a sunshine day?
The bastards and their agreement ultimatum hit me the wrong way, and my first reaction was to take my savings and run. "Fuck all y'all!" SWMBO was on board. Eight thousand dollars would put a new roof on my other house, allow for some minor remodeling, a down payment on a much-needed new vehicle, and possibly the penis reduction surgery I've been coveting. I keed...about the surgery. No jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-450239560061164832011-11-17T11:00:00.000-07:002011-11-17T15:00:28.696-07:00august heats up...
...and both of the evil bastards unite and make a final appearance...and ultimatum
On August 1st, Mr. Goodshepherd wrote to NBI, reminding them that this was the fifth time he has written regarding NBI's failure to respond to the Settlement Agreement. He mentioned that it seemed wasteful to initiate a declaratory judgment action to resolve
this matter but, over one year had elapsed since jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-90450334539504889482011-11-17T09:00:00.000-07:002011-11-17T10:59:00.563-07:00and now it's june
Future Home
June 05 ,2011
Jon,
I am sorry for the delay in responding to your inquiry about the forced placed insurance. A refund of 940.17 was applied to your client's account on March 08, 2011. I did not see that, my apologies. An escrow analysis has not yet been performed on your client's account because the loan needs to be brought current before we do. Once the loan is brought jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-106900144621064822011-11-16T22:00:00.000-07:002011-11-17T03:02:00.605-07:00and the games continued
My future.
It was now May and Fannie Mae was back in the game. No reason was given as to why. We were still waiting and adding monthly payments to the segregated account...just in case. Zoloft and whiskey entered my life again. My blood pressure was high for the first time in my life and I was a mental and physical mess.
_____
May 05, 2011
Mr. Goodshepherd,
I am not sure if Fannie Mae has jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-80042593894807901132011-11-16T18:30:00.000-07:002011-11-16T18:42:25.881-07:00and so april rolls around
Mr. Billy Asshat Jr (left) and a few of his good ol' boys, New Bastards Mortgage, Inc.
April 27, 2011
William Asshat Jr.
President New Bastards, Inc.
Address: XXXXX
Re: My Clients:
The Innocents
Address:
XXXXXX
Phoenix, Arizona
Loan #:XXXXX
Your Acct: XXXXX
Dear Mr. Asshat:
Six months ago I wrote to you because New Bastards Inc., (NBI) was wrongfully threatening to foreclose on the jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-36555475728710072722011-11-16T18:00:00.000-07:002011-11-16T17:38:02.829-07:00stuck
Although the revised settlement agreement had been ready since the 24th of January, it was now March and nothing had been settled or signed. Fannie Mae was fed-up with the whole debacle, so Goodshepherd was told to deal only with Areola Humperdink at NBI. Unfortunately, she could not make a move without approval from her superiors, and things slowed down once again. She hinted that NBI jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-11166131135574422011-11-16T17:30:00.000-07:002011-11-16T22:33:07.583-07:00caught in a web
Several settlement agreements had been drawn up before this one. The original draft had included both Fannie Mae and NBI. Fannie Mae refused to be involved in the settlement and ordered NBI to make sure their name was removed from any and all documents...or else. NBI wanted payment made before they put their John Hancock to paper, and I wasn't going to send any money to NBI under any jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-22219689956648415892011-11-16T13:00:00.000-07:002011-11-16T14:16:25.131-07:00if you go down to the woods today...
Things were moving along at the usual snail's pace, when all of a sudden, a letter from Harold Piddlemeyer of Fannie Mae goosed the snail. An "accurate accounting" was finally done (it only took seven months), and cleared us of all allegations by OBI and NBI. An internal "resolution" between New Bastards Inc. and Old Bastards Inc. was finished, and it was time to start working on the terms jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-86940845027855724152011-11-15T17:00:00.000-07:002011-11-16T15:09:24.154-07:00following the crumbs
Mr. Hansel Innocent
I
found out in early January 2011 (when I received an unexpected bill),
that NBI had let the flood insurance on my house lapse back in
November. They had signed me up with a new insurance company without
my knowledge...at twice the rate I had been paying. Hazard and flood
insurance is included in my mortgage payment, so I was a bit surprised.
No, make that a jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-16251718222846205982011-11-11T06:00:00.000-07:002011-11-16T11:03:33.696-07:00it's dark in here
We were now coming to the end of a particularly shitty year, another month had passed and the blame game was in full force between NBI and Fannie Mae. SWMBO was ready to bury me in the back yard, and Lawyer man was doing his best to keep me from throwing in the towel and walking away. I'd already decided that Overlord and Asshat could have the house. I was ready to move on. Bring on the jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-29345522166898442982011-11-10T11:38:00.001-07:002011-11-14T17:00:36.154-07:00everywhere I turn I see evil
It's now the end of November 2010. Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is less than a month away. The blame game between the mortgage servicing company and Fannie Mae has just begun, and we're no further along than when the whole debacle started.
Below is another letter sent to the New Bastards by Lawyer Man. Basically, it's telling NBI that they (and Fannie Mae) have a certain jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-10576259563508174232011-11-09T12:12:00.001-07:002011-11-10T11:24:02.001-07:00trapped in the woods
"The stress of a foreclosure mounts as the Innocents prepare for a somber Thanksgiving"
© 2011 Attitude
Things were moving slower than a compacted bowel movement through a diseased colon. Lawyer Man was getting nowhere with New Bastards, Inc. so he refocused, and moved up the food chain, as evidenced by his letter to the head honcho at Fannie Mae.
(Names, of course, have been jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-3438945540962498302011-11-04T11:56:00.003-07:002011-11-15T08:50:58.079-07:00foto friday
Photos taken at Saguaro Ranch Park Western Festival, Oct. 16, 2011.
©2011 Attitude.jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-33679356374681629392011-11-02T10:03:00.002-07:002011-11-09T08:51:12.439-07:00lost in the woods
©2011 Attitude
I could tell that the lawyer thought I was being overly dramatic when I related the events of the last few months, but he agreed to help. So, I gave him detailed records of all my phone calls to the bastards, names of people talked to, length of conversations and what was said in each and every one of those worthless calls (occasionally, OCD has its good points), and lawyer jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-82498247112439249092011-11-02T09:00:00.003-07:002011-11-04T11:59:42.531-07:00love (or something like it) is in the air
A little before 6am I stepped outside. Fall slapped me in the face. And it was good. Ecstasy circled my summer-ravaged body and arid soul, thanks to a brisk, ice-chilled breeze. The first smile of the season spread across my face. Ah, November 2nd, 2011: another red letter day.
_____________
on a side note:
Fuck Kim Kardashian. Greedy, fat-assed whore. Someone should make that cunt jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-66278237974174422142011-11-01T14:02:00.001-07:002011-11-04T11:12:25.295-07:00swinging and singing
A fellow blogger posted a fun limerick she made up about her family. There was a reference to "swinging from trees with the greatest of ease" that immediately reminded me of my own family (in a far-fetched way), particularly my mother.
When I was young, music was a constant part of my life. Whether on the radio, TV or phonograph, I don't ever remember a time without singing or dancing. jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-11096888504100782422011-10-31T14:08:00.000-07:002011-10-31T18:11:47.647-07:00boo
scary, indeed!
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and...
Notice anything odd about the photo of my locked vehicle? Is it the fact that the gas tank door is open? Is it the fact that it's open without having had the locking mechanism released from the inside of my vehicle...by ME? Bingo.
Gas tank was pried open, breaking the locking mechanism and making it unclosable. Am I jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-40892968814225893452011-10-27T13:15:00.001-07:002011-11-07T08:56:50.965-07:00into the woods
©2011 Attitude
In May of 2010 I received a letter from a new mortgage company saying that my loan had been sold and I was to make my first payment to them as of June 2010. I did as instructed. In the beginning of July I received certified mail saying that I was in arrears to the tune of $4500.00 and the loan was now in default, foreclosure imminent.
I immediately called with questions, jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-15692432194692879622011-10-25T07:18:00.000-07:002011-10-25T16:42:16.755-07:00oh, happy day
I witnessed the most amazing thing on the mean streets of Maryvale
yesterday. A white person. Walking. Alone. In the noon-day sun. (Without a shopping cart filled with all worldly belongings.) I almost wrecked the car as it was such an
unusual sight. I shan't forget. Twas, indeed, a red letter day.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-61803591904902143912011-10-21T07:05:00.001-07:002011-10-21T07:41:16.619-07:00fab five freddie told me everybody's fly
I've been sitting here since midnight (Mountain Standard Time), waiting for the oft-delayed "Rapture" to occur. I've put all my familial ducks in a row and written nasty, "go to hell" notes to all my creditors. I'm ready for the soul train to Heaven. I've been looking forward to this little journey since the last time it was rescheduled, so what in Holy Christ is going on? Why am I still jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-43271440793254551242011-10-20T07:30:00.002-07:002011-10-20T15:20:06.074-07:00the f word
While eliminating the f word is a noble cause, and one I believe in, truthfully, I'd like to "fucking" start here at home.
__________
the other "f" word: freedom!
(from evil, peanut butter recipe-thieving bastards)
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-48557179258347855442011-10-11T06:00:00.000-07:002011-10-20T15:20:58.029-07:00or so i thought
Events of the last several years had left me angry, bitter, depressed, soulless and without humor. I had always used humor to deflect and diffuse but I'd reached a point where that was no longer possible, especially in regard to my blog. Words would not come. Let me rephrase: Light, witty, humorous words would not come, and it made no difference how long I sat waiting for inspiration to jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-80276417831750810132011-08-07T08:00:00.001-07:002011-08-11T10:20:32.448-07:00fat monica says...
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-85293249798294322092011-08-02T14:01:00.009-07:002011-08-19T08:51:42.544-07:00more tuesday twaddle
Took a chance this weekend. Braved the obnoxious hordes and sat in an actual theatre on the opening weekend of a movie; Cowboys and Aliens. It was a film starring Daniel Craig's out of this world ass. It was spellbinding (the ass, not the movie). My money was well spent. Oh, yeah, it also starred Han Solo, Thirteen (House), Frida Kahlo doing Salma Hayek doing Frida Kahlo, and a bunch of nasty, jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-61763620938137967442011-07-27T20:51:00.005-07:002011-07-27T21:03:23.560-07:00honey badger don't give a shit
Dr. Spo mentioned the honey badger in his latest entry, and I jokingly asked him to tell me about the animal. He pointed me to a You Tube video...telling me that I would not be disappointed. I wasn't. I laughed my ass off, even though it's some crazy nasty-ass shit. I am now in love with honey badgers.jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-20457600462249263742011-07-26T11:36:00.016-07:002011-07-27T13:32:06.328-07:00tuesday twaddle
This morning, I listened to a podcaster put his two cents into a touchy debate about the death of Amy Winehouse. His opinion was that he felt no sympathy for the woman because she had ample opportunity to clean up her act and didn't. About her addiction, lifestyle or the struggle she faced on a daily basis his viewpoint was cold, uncaring and devoid of any compassion whatsoever. She had choices jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-79844255227165909352011-07-22T08:00:00.007-07:002011-07-22T09:48:31.431-07:00friday funny
I'm empty. So, I'm taking a copyright chance with a video I find semi-amusing.
And if god is too busy to fuck someone up, I'll be glad to offer my services. I'm dying to fuck up a few christians...starting with a couple of my family members.
(Ignore me. I'm in one of my "hateful" moods.)jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-61250249106519798312011-07-15T10:24:00.001-07:002011-07-15T10:25:41.080-07:00friday follyyou had to be there...
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-21650475949681219982011-07-11T14:25:00.016-07:002011-07-11T19:54:25.855-07:00trip to plentiful7.4.2011 San Isabel Lake, Colorado
I decided to take a trip back to my roots. Outside of Flagstaff, I realized I had not taken the shirts I had readied for the journey (spent two hours ironing the damned things the night before). Things got better when I realized that I had neglected to pack my shoes, as well. I decided to shop for clothes, shoes and anything else I may have left behind when I jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-11618809418070389032011-06-23T08:14:00.021-07:002011-06-23T16:34:41.124-07:00tiny peckers are a drag
Last week Google/Blogger, via an order from the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), "unpublished" an entry of mine. They also sent me an email explaining the reason. Seems I was infringing on someone's copyright: Adam Lambert's to be precise. I thought I had my ass covered, in that the song on the site was bought and paid for twice — once through iTunes (receipt available upon request) — jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-87176663195240488022011-06-10T14:28:00.000-07:002011-06-13T09:07:14.587-07:00vatoville in the morning
Things I learned today...
Giving someone the finger is a Class 3 Felony.
Giving a Mexican woman the finger can lead to a visit from the police.
Don't piss off a Mexican woman. (They don't fight fair.)
Mexican women are cunts.
I'm evil.
I'm in the office when the house starts jumping on its foundation, the windows rattle and my anger rises. It is the woman across the street and she is jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-71541326769332483422011-06-09T09:02:00.000-07:002011-06-13T09:08:04.655-07:00the world is just a great big onion
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-62070344469171318642011-05-27T11:59:00.004-07:002011-05-27T12:14:30.042-07:00r.i.p.
The remains of what was once a carpet-covered scratching post.
(My remains look the same after the merry-less month of May)
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-23576839589668204812011-05-06T09:11:00.006-07:002011-05-16T09:08:32.774-07:00furry fridayI've been fostering five adorable kittens this week. They are four weeks old and more than I can reasonably deal with at this point in my life. This morning, wits end is around the corner. I've given them bottles, rubbed their genitals to make them pee, and then let them sit in my lap for quite a while so we can bond. I have done everything I can think of to make them happy, and yet...they won'tjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-81739498740826836022011-05-02T05:31:00.004-07:002011-05-02T15:30:19.632-07:00monday missiveI was in the kitchen making my morning tea, when I heard the news about Osama bin Laden being killed by baby seals. I heard they threw his dead ass in the water, too.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-62584442792017580252011-04-29T14:08:00.006-07:002011-04-29T19:23:20.536-07:00if you want a rematch, just whistle... if you can!
As I mentioned in the previous blog entry, I am in the midst of creating chaos in my family. It was unintentional, of course, but still....
Since the original confrontation with my sister about the day of the "fact gathering" (which I also wrote about in a previous entry), I've had yet another. This one occurred in front of my mother. During the 45 second episode, I was asked by my sister, "Whatjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-64184925920546524352011-04-20T12:17:00.005-07:002011-04-20T12:31:42.240-07:00topsy flopsy dropsyOut of six years of blog entries, one in particular seems to have received the most attention (i.e. Google hits). Was it due to my sharp wit, sense of humor or fabulous writing skills? Of course not. It was ascribable to a photo of serious baggage.
I'm not in the mood to write anything because I'm too busy creating chaos within my family. Instead, I'm dragging out the balls and putting them on jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-38651513083264893402011-04-14T15:06:00.009-07:002011-04-14T19:06:06.708-07:00fuck john-boy photo from the whiny, get over it, tears in my bourbon collection
Dysfunction has been a part of my family life forever, never leaving even in the best of times. We tried really hard (maybe not) to be like television's The Waltons. Unfortunately, our screenplay was written by Dr. Spock, so we fell short. I suppose I knew I was loved, but unlike the television family, there was no demonstrative jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-364297166128316472011-04-13T21:15:00.001-07:002011-10-20T15:47:02.500-07:00for bren
Oh, it's enough to be on your way
It's enough just to cover ground
It's enough to be moving on
Home, build it behind your eyes
Carry it in your heart
Safe among your own
—James Taylor
The first recollection I have of death is when I was four-years-old. An elderly woman across the street took an extended, out of state visit to her daughter. Before leaving jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-56999678451101713362011-04-07T15:08:00.003-07:002011-04-14T06:41:16.752-07:00goose, goose, duck
Spotted these Canadian Geese on the canal bank directly across from my house last week. Would have loved to get up close and personal, but they were having none of it. The duck is a regular. I assume the geese were on the way home from their winter vacation, stopping for a quick dip before continuing on their way.jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-38937563666472425392011-03-23T08:11:00.002-07:002011-03-23T08:59:23.868-07:00passion
The way I will remember her.
In the above photo, she is being honored at the Arizona AIDS Foundation
Trust Auction. February 10, 1986. Scottsdale, Arizona.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-89876742485164552142011-03-22T12:13:00.001-07:002011-03-22T13:00:07.615-07:00word of the day
DOUCHEBAG
Yeah, I know it's really two words. Sue me.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-84257022723771470172011-03-21T22:31:00.004-07:002011-10-20T15:47:34.887-07:00james who?The rain, which normally makes me giddy, put me in a cold blue funk today. The Bi-Polar Express is sitting outside at the moment. Time to put on the mukluks and climb aboard. I'll see you when the ticket or the conductor has been punched.
You're So Hot with Chris Mintz-Plasse and Dave Franco from Dave Franco
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-2626849405861526942011-03-18T13:09:00.009-07:002011-04-15T14:31:17.846-07:00luck o' the potMy pretty. Taken in the shade of the morning sun.
Last week, at my parents home, a family potluck dinner was held for a relative who was visiting from out of state. I haven't talked to my bitch of a sister since "the incident" several weeks ago, so I wasn't sure how the whole affair would go down, but I put on my happy face and planned to be courteous to her. Free Good food can soothe many a raw jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-3039886867006035182011-03-18T11:18:00.006-07:002011-03-18T16:55:47.198-07:00como se dice...crisco Honey B: The Warm and Fuzzy Friday photo that has nothing to do with entry.
The mortgage mess was just about over. Settlement papers were ready to be signed. Then, of course, the God-damned, cocksucking, motherfucking, turd-chewing pinheads throw a wrench in the works: Pinheads: "No money, No signee."
That's right, they want the settlement money wired to them first. Then they will put the John jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-91581944557131143482011-03-17T23:02:00.003-07:002011-10-20T15:46:35.934-07:00spring has sprung
3/12/2011jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-21664420881312492362011-03-09T13:07:00.037-07:002011-10-20T15:53:28.504-07:00school's out
You know you're old when you remember when The Tubes were known as Beans, a local band. Which reminds me, for some reason, of a time back in the day when I was still wide-eyed and (quasi) innocent:
It's late 1969 (maybe '68, because I remember working for Ev Mecham's newspaper in '69...or maybe that was '68. heh), I'm out of high school and working at a blueprint shop. A co-worker spent jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-194447382287678902011-02-25T13:20:00.024-07:002011-05-09T21:35:34.830-07:00there's no i in team...there is an 'a', however...which stands for asshole.
So, the Dadster is home after spending two weeks in the hospital, and a few days in rehab. Although he is fine physically—he can walk and talk without any visible signs of the stroke—his mind is another matter. Let's just say that "confused" is the word of the day. He is not back to normal in that regard. Some days are better than others.
On jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-28022171242527561092011-02-24T17:00:00.007-07:002011-02-25T11:54:39.350-07:00chicken little big horn
When the parentals started exhibiting behavior associated with dementia and Alzheimer's, the offspring agreed it was time to step in and step up; time to find out what loomed large on the home front. Years ago we were told that long term care had been paid for during their working years so they wouldn't be a burden on us...however, when questioned about this recently, their answer was, "That jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-56127036316879726862011-02-23T08:05:00.009-07:002011-02-24T06:58:22.748-07:00like a good neighbor...
Last week the helicopters circled above the hood for several hours. That usually means a drop house has been busted, a meth house has exploded, a baby has been found Pampers up in a mop bucket, or another child has been chewed on/molested by a Pit Bull or Uncle Beto.
Imagine my surprise when it turned out that the helicopters were overhead for an entirely new reason: A horse—and rider—fell into jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-21461215659294101822011-02-09T09:02:00.004-07:002011-02-09T16:39:50.648-07:00it won't matter in five yearsThe mortgage fiasco is nearing an end. It has taken eight months, a lawyer, much alcohol and many drugs to get to this point. I may write a book.
By the way...fuck Dovenmuehle Mortgage and Fannie Mae.
In addition to the mortgage miasma there are other reasons I have had no desire to blog:
My dad has had a stroke, He is still in the hospital, Next up is the rehab facility.
Back at home, jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-49886936567128710352011-01-21T13:55:00.010-07:002011-01-26T08:04:04.368-07:00sushi on the half shell
I've been known as a "snootypants-know-it-all poindexter" for most of life, which is odd, considering this little episode:
My sister and I are in conference in the back yard, on the side of the house behind an added-on storage room (an area for privacy, away from the prying eyes of our nosy grandmother). We are discussing sex. More to the point, I am imparting my vast knowledge of the jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-90041056981880650922011-01-14T21:38:00.004-07:002011-01-14T21:48:53.899-07:00pieces and parts
I was well on my way to being a snarkster when I was but a child...
"So, grandma, what are we having for dinner?"
G: Fish sticks.
J: Fish Dicks? I love fish dicks. We should have fish dicks every other day.
G: You think you're so cute, don't you?
J: What do you mean? By the way, are we having those fish dicks with turd or sauce?
G: You mean tartar sauce?
J: Isn't that what I said?
G: jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-85928009853293519502011-01-04T09:52:00.006-07:002011-01-04T11:01:23.555-07:00orphan annMy mother's latest visit to the doctor ended with a UTI-free thumbs-up. Back at the house, a relative asked how the blood-work turned out. I answered in my best Zelda Rubenstien voice, "This vadge is clean!" Relative was shocked and appalled. Indignantly, he said, "That was disgusting, and thank you for an image that I shall never get out of my head. I'm out of here."
If looks could kill, I'd jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-65445857374583240782010-12-29T10:07:00.008-07:002010-12-29T11:15:10.302-07:00so, you've had a bad day Something great: Morning Fog, Phoenix 12.17.2010
Actually, I've had a bad year. I'm not going to whine and bitch about bad things happening to good people...because the vote is not in on whether I'm good people but, trust me, swingin' in the wind looks like a great way to end the last twelve month suckfest. I keed. I don't want to deprive the world of my wit, wisdom or penis. ( Plus, if I jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-70292722224277255802010-12-01T09:13:00.020-07:002010-12-03T08:02:49.905-07:00I am...
World AIDS Day is celebrated on December 1 each year around the world. It has become one of the most recognized international health days and a key opportunity to raise awareness, commemorate those who passed on, and celebrate victories such as increased access to treatment and prevention services.History of World AIDS Day 1988 - 2009 Create your own World AIDS Day Poster
Make your own version jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-25527821764411559182010-11-19T12:21:00.011-07:002010-11-22T20:25:11.826-07:00suddenly senileI was halfway home when the uneasy feeling hit me: Did I lock the back door at the MILK's house? I have this "intuitive" (heh) sense all the time, so I turned the car around and headed back, because I'm just that anal...or obsessive/compulsive and, more than likely, both. My fear was unfounded. House was secure.
Home, I decided to do some baking (it helps when I'm depressed), but had to go to jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-26471355628798339922010-11-17T08:50:00.030-07:002011-10-20T15:55:31.505-07:00ain't that some sh**
Last night on Glee, Gwyneth Paltrow performed a white-bread version of Cee Lo Green's Fuck You. The lyrics were cleaned up for the innocent, virginal teen-aged TV audience (hear me laugh), and Gwyneth proved she had Spunk. (Unfortunately, like Lou Grant, I hate Spunk!) Seriously, her performance was amazingly good. The episode was the best of the season (the Britney Spears debacle jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-64261508367541558452010-11-15T13:18:00.004-07:002010-11-15T14:17:26.065-07:00catnaps
It's not that I have nothing to blog about but, unfortunately, it's all depressing. The mortgage drama from summer is still ongoing, but now involves a lawyer. Sleepless nights, absolutely no desire to eat, and stress to the max have made me 15 pounds lighter, so I suppose some good has come from this entire fiasco.
At this point, I'm not sure how the tale will end, but I simply am in no frame jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-66832089232280736652010-11-04T14:39:00.003-07:002010-11-05T08:16:49.004-07:00happy wanderer
"I don't want that guy sayin' my last urology."—Archie Bunker The first memory I have of my Uncle Frank involved a ride in his airplane (a 1940 model Taylorcraft Airplane he rebuilt in his garage). I was 9 and, unfortunately, scared to death. However, he was kind and understanding about my fear and, at some point during the ride, I relaxed and enjoyed the remainder of the flight, next to the jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-25393930940679869222010-09-21T09:50:00.017-07:002010-09-28T17:26:36.269-07:00sweatholespower house mechanic - lewis hine 1920
On the same day the previous post was written, the air conditioner made a liar out of me by shutting down for good. Of course, this was during record-setting heat and if I had anything to sing about it would have been blues-inspired. I chose to sing nothing.
Four steamy days, and many sweaty tantrums later, the damned thing was cooling me (and my temper) jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-79395416053806006422010-09-16T09:17:00.018-07:002010-09-21T07:57:19.626-07:00thankful thursday
The new season opener of Survivor was interrupted last night when a transformer, or some other technical thing-a-ma-bob down the street, blew its wad and took out the electricity in the neighborhood. Temps are above average, so a house full of hot air (other than my own) didn't help my mood.
Hours later, when the powers that be finally fixed the problem and I switched the main circuit-breaker, jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-394253080262718282010-09-13T10:17:00.004-07:002010-09-13T12:41:37.812-07:00franklin's follyPeas in a pod?
Last week started with the death of a newborn kitten I had been trying to keep alive after it had been abandoned by its mother shortly after being born. I thought I had all the outside cats neutered or spayed but, apparently, a cat escaped my notice and when I found the baby it was crying for attention. I waited all day and most of the night for the mother to show up, but it neverjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-71556196656732541882010-09-09T11:22:00.001-07:002010-09-09T11:22:46.130-07:00to be worthy
He looks up at melips quivering,tiny hands reaching up,a part of me needing me.
My love envelops him,surrounds him, andlifting him into my arms,his hurt disappears into me.
How frail this little personwhose needs somehowmake me stronger.How insignificant I am next to him.
Oh, to be worthy of the infinite loveemanating from the liquid eyes.
I love this little one for making mefeel that I am jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-65297725167375354882010-09-01T12:29:00.060-07:002010-09-03T16:15:03.899-07:00wednesday woe
I am not sure what's wrong with me anymore. I've gone over to the dark side. I've become the very thing I abhor: a rude, obnoxious bastard. I'm not suicidal over it, but I do wonder how I've gotten to this point, considering I wasn't raised to be impolite or unmannered. In fact, I had all that ill-bred folderol slapped or spanked out of me by the time I was ten. I keed....I was nine. I have, jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-42106553693128282282010-08-23T09:51:00.006-07:002010-08-25T07:59:22.415-07:00monday mess
The weekend sucked. Found that the shower in my bathroom has been leaking inside the wall and now the wall in the entry hall is wet, moldy and will need to be completely replaced—along with the shower, if things hold true to form. Blew a tire on my car: luckily, it wasn't on the freeway. The solenoid on the Pathfinder bit the big one. Learned that after buying a new battery. And to top it all jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-51327110149821462642010-08-17T14:19:00.026-07:002011-10-13T07:32:21.309-07:00warrior goddess empowers
I've Got a Life, one of two new songs that were recorded
for Eurythmics Ultimate Collection.
Released October, 2005.
The ultimate rendition of Cole Porter's Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye.
I defy anyone to listen and be emotionally unmoved.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-67149936664241328022010-08-16T15:20:00.011-07:002011-04-15T09:12:57.912-07:00monday madness Punky, one of my rescues who required many vet visits, medication, love and constant
monitoring in order to make it to adulthood.
Being blind in one eye has not hindered him in any way.
Apparently, we all are to bow down to Nicole Richie because she "saved a cat." By saved, I mean she heard meowing outside her mansion, went to investigate, found the kitten...and when a beam of heavenly light jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-12759163514672464692010-08-13T11:49:00.001-07:002010-08-13T12:02:57.356-07:00patterns
It is the first day of my first year of school. Class has yet to start. I have already been ridiculed by the boys higher up on the food chain for being the only one in short pants...baby pants, if you will.
As if that trauma isn't enough, I finish the day with wet baby pants because I am too shy and embarrassed (after the early morning lesson in humility) to raise my hand when I have to go to jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-85454112733287854022010-08-10T11:12:00.012-07:002010-08-10T11:46:08.957-07:00swords
Demons were perched at the foot of the bed this morning when I opened bloodshot eyes. Backlit by sun through bedroom window, I mistook them for angels. I should have known better. Last night old battles began anew.jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-72185508115231486232010-08-09T11:50:00.021-07:002011-07-28T11:43:44.168-07:00a monday mélange
When I was but a lad on the threshold of dickhood, I fell in love with Hayley Mills during the watching of Disney's The Moonspinners. (Hey, I also crushed on Peter McEnery during the same movie). I loved her so much I talked my sister into letting me cut and style her hair in the same manner as Hayley wore in the movie and, well...fuck, if that doesn't say so much about me, I don't know what jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-19258441525625623892010-08-05T20:35:00.003-07:002010-08-06T08:33:41.928-07:00pretty in pink
my super hero alter egocourtesy
the hero factoryvia
stan __________________
dressing for power
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-26501703590358963752010-08-04T15:16:00.006-07:002011-06-09T12:59:42.596-07:00suck it, phobes and zealots
After all the brouhaha over SB10, it's nice—no, it's fantastic—to hear some good news on this Wednesday, August 4th, 2010...the day I was not only excused from jury duty, but also found a garnet stud lost over two years ago.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-38388949090536553592010-08-02T12:24:00.010-07:002010-08-04T09:04:50.023-07:00ups and downs: monday report
The beginning of June saw a letter arrive from a new mortgage company. I was informed that my loan had been sold and all future payments were to be sent to them.
Two weeks later I received a certified letter from the same company threatening foreclosure on my home due to missed payments in the amount of four thousand dollars. Needless to say, I was (and am) upset—especially since I have missed jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-20273125016552804762010-08-01T22:33:00.024-07:002011-10-20T15:59:36.203-07:00a bow tie and a jockstrap
Another podcaster has a continuing mystery on his podcast involving Hillary Clinton buttons, anagrams and various characters suffering breakdowns while uttering the phrase "I have itchy red welts on my buttocks." The line is from one of my favorite sitcoms—NewsRadio. It was uttered by Andy Dick, and if you want to see ABSA-lute comedic genius, check the entire run (via Hulu), which jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-32550229761407511232010-07-28T08:16:00.010-07:002010-07-28T11:41:37.088-07:00leaning on the everlasting arms A reminder: "Papers? We don't need no stinkin' papers!"
While the endless war rages over Arizona's SB1070 law, which is scheduled to take effect tomorrow, I will celebrate a more important law making an appearance at the same time—one that will make it a crime to create human/animal hybrids.
Hear this, all of you animal fuckers: Unless you want to spend time in prison, keep your cocks out of jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-34399075346344403232010-07-20T08:51:00.000-07:002010-07-20T08:51:24.137-07:00bustedjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-66022395696081398462010-07-19T14:54:00.007-07:002010-07-19T15:02:01.847-07:00boop boop didum dadum wadum choo
Pictured above is the cutest, most talented little dumpling ever born...
according to my mother. And who am I to argue?
turdcast:blow me
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-14847920353502485802010-07-19T06:40:00.010-07:002011-10-31T08:24:39.617-07:00blast from the past
Ladies and gentlemen...Senator Al Franken.
He's good enough. He's smart enough.
And gosh darn it...people like, almost like tolerate him.
(And whatever happened to Tom Davis? Marilyn McCoo? Anyone know or care?)
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-3778037866328619232010-07-18T15:54:00.004-07:002010-07-18T16:28:02.342-07:00on the road again
An announcement on the morning news was most horrid and because of it I must move quickly. However, I've decided to briefly fill you in on the reason for my now hurried packing and hastened departure for yet another trip: Carly Simon has broken her foot. She'll want me, of course, to attend to her every need while recuperating, and I must make myself available with all possible haste. Oh, God, Ijockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-10770205367142570942010-07-15T06:56:00.007-07:002010-07-15T08:04:45.697-07:00travelin' shoes
I have returned with tales to tell. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your view) I find I don't really want to elaborate. It was a great experience, even though it ended a bit prematurely. Tons of photographs were taken for posterity. I returned safe and sound. The end.
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-69004304267813196292010-07-14T15:33:00.000-07:002010-07-14T15:33:43.731-07:00alleysjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-36923723483317871292010-07-13T06:30:00.002-07:002010-07-13T07:02:25.107-07:00abbey normalHoly Cross Abbey • Canon City, Colorado
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-83301634698661617722010-07-11T20:52:00.014-07:002010-07-11T22:45:09.788-07:00water power
Fourth of July Wet ParadeSmall Town USA
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-83819544225953791932010-07-09T08:56:00.000-07:002010-07-09T08:56:08.736-07:00get your kicks on...jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-40218774409238408502010-07-08T05:56:00.003-07:002010-07-09T09:09:24.609-07:00into the darkNew Mexico 7•02•2010jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-42291957721477790422010-07-07T12:56:00.004-07:002010-07-07T13:18:50.573-07:00leaving las vegas......New Mexico on July 2, 2010
jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-30639427111123533082010-06-30T22:38:00.017-07:002011-06-17T14:17:10.543-07:00there'll be pork in the treetops come morningI'm off to see USA in my Chevrolet (actually, a Kia Something or other). I'lm leaving Friday morning and will be traveling with the ex—the mother of my spawn. Once upon a time I would have said the chance of this happening was as likely as looking skyward and seeing pigs on the wing. However, I spied a pig perched on the pine top yesterday and took that as a good omen. Wish me luck, though: It's jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-20320962321801559772010-06-25T19:04:00.012-07:002010-06-25T20:28:02.095-07:00and your little dog too
In case anyone is interested, I'm pretty sick of everything and every one at the moment. Usually I would go off about it but today I will, instead, post a few of the things I actually like:
My baby, Topher, happily napping in a Chicken of the Sea box.
My vintage floor model radio, picked up many years ago simply because I wanted to listen to a local big band radio station through the speakersjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-19200203378728351932010-06-24T09:53:00.030-07:002011-06-09T13:16:18.583-07:00stirring the pot
I read earlier today about La Toya Jackson and her visit to brother Michael's former chimpanzee, Bubbles. I'm not going to go into detail about it, because I believe her visit to the poor animal is nothing more than a new bid by an old biddy to keep herself in the public eye at whatever cost. I mean, really, you're going to sob over an animal you haven't seen in twenty years like you're jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-76663480251471191202010-06-22T11:45:00.067-07:002010-06-24T06:51:23.031-07:00league of extraordinary gentlemen
I 've received "Level 3" Sex Offender Notifications, for three different men within the last few months. Of course, I'm happy to be made aware of unsavory characters inhabiting the neighborhood (heh), but I have to say I was surprised to see so many calling this neck of the woods home in such a short period of time. I perused the notices a little more carefully. It was then I realized that eachjockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547470661717826163.post-41106822098633417342010-06-21T21:55:00.092-07:002010-06-23T08:18:42.516-07:00reclaiming muchness
The "rebirth" consisted of a trip to a movie theatre with number two son, where the past was revisited with humour, action, lots of explosions and the godlike Bradley Cooper, via The A Team. Which, as it turned out was a perfect movie for the day, since it took me back to to the 80's; a decade I sorely miss. The spiritual trip continued at an Irish pub, where courage, via whiskey, was imbibed jockfullonutshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06348848857787520233noreply@blogger.com10