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Mother's Day

2009

I sent out 2 general 'Happy Mother's Day'

messages on Facebook & Myspace in a piss-poor

attempt to wish everyone a happy day.

I'm really thinking about my own mom today. Every day actually.

Alzheimers stole her from us, and from herself, a decade ago.

Alzheimer's sucks.

This AM my baby boy, who is a complete bed-hog by the way,

actually got up with me. Most days he stays in bed & sleeps in for

at least an hour. But it was very sweet of him I thought, to get up early just for me.

Now I know what you're thinking ... That can't be her boy ... he looks nothing like her!

Well, you're partly correct. He was adopted. But he & I are very close.

He's 53 and he still won't get his own apartment.

But I do admire his loyalty. He rarely leaves my side.

At my desk he sits on my shoulders or behind the small of my back.

When I'm packing orders, he's generally between my feet.

Watching a movie, he's sitting at my side.

Outside he's with me too. He loves the sun.

The longest we've been apart was when I drove to California. I was gone almost a month. I think he thought I had died, because the day I returned,

he took one look at me & I swear he thought he was seeing a ghost.

He ran off & hid under my bed, where I found him shaking, in a puddle of pee & pooping.

(In case you were wondering, that incident IS the origin of the terms:

"I'm so happy I could shit!" AND "scared shitless!".)

When I coaxed him out from under the bed & he realized it was really me -- and I cleaned him up ... he was suddenly the happiest pup in the world!

Anyway ...

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there.

Sunday AM TV

Somehow I've developed this morning routine, wake up, make coffee, smoke, channel surf, drink coffee, etc. Just until the caffeine takes effect & I'm awake enough to function & get to work.

So I'm sitting there flipping through the channels this morning & I realize it's Sunday because of the subject matter on the boob tube.

FIRST there's the hunters. I don't think that's an appropriate name for them though. People who buy expensive equipment ... camouflage themselves in the woods, use light-weight, high speed bow & arrow or high powered rifles with scopes on them that let you kill something a mile away, cameras so they can find the animals while they're hiding on a little platform high up in a tree. ----- I don't considering that hunting, I think it should be called outsmarting ... or sneaking ... or tricking ... or cheating. Whatever you want to call it, it's anything BUT "hunting". And I think, anyone who uses those tactics to outsmart an animal is just a big pussy. You heard me. A big, chicken-shit, can't really hunt, butt-munching pussy. Wear your regular clothing, bring a knife or MAKE your own weapon out of the tree branches, no cameras, no high-tech gear, no hiding in fucking trees you big fucking pussy. No devices to make an animal think there's a friend in distress calling out for them, no sound-makers making fake mating calls, no fake scents to lure them to you. Make it a fair fight. And maybe THEN ... you can call yourself a hunter.

THEN I click through a few more channels and there's a televangelist. Oh fucking yippee. I listen to this bozo for 15 seconds and all he has to say is that people ... human beings have a soul, but dogs do not. How the fuck does he know? I think there are more kind dogs than there are kind people. I think dogs care more about human beings than human beings care about human beings. I think that if god is truly kind and good, then there's no way he doesn't have a dog for a best friend. And I also say, that televangelist can kiss my fat white ass.