Cousin Eddie????

Hey Lifers..

So the other day yours truly got to play the role of Cousin Eddie. Now I didn't exactly look like this guy, but my shitter was full.

You see, because we don't live in town we have a septic system for our poo. And every so often you have to have that thing emptied. Now they say that you should have your septic emptied every 3~5 year, but because we actually have two we've gone about seven years without having it done. And let me tell you. It was full.

And you know there really is something humbling about a big thousand gallon tanker pulling into your driveway that says Your Number 2 is our number 1.

OK so the truck that pulled into our driveway didn't exactly say that, but it did say something like Septic Services or something. I mean it's one thing to have all your neighbors think your full of shit, but it's another to have it proven.

J-Tony

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Some Thoughts

Hey Lifers...

Just a few random thoughts for today.

Why is it that you can get punched in the face and not be fazed, not me necessarily, but plucking a nose hair brings tears to your eyes?

Why is it that as soon as I get in the bathroom, some clown wants to talk to me?

I've found that when I work on cars I speak a different language...It's called Sailors Mouth. *#@%^&%

I've learned that asking the DW if she needs some Midol is never a good idea.

Yelling Dinners Ready every time the smoke alarm goes off does not please the cook.

My theory on cutting the grass is similar to a woman shaving her legs. It's only getting done if somebody's gonna see it.

That's about all I've got for now.

J-Tony

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Excuse Me

Hey Lifers...

So Mini-me is going through that growing up into a boy stage. You know he's five now, and it appears that this is where baby toddler boys become little boys.

About a week or so ago, he figured out how to make himself burp. Now I have no real issues with the random around the house buuurrrp that comes from his pie hole. But we do live with three ladies. And ladies don't think burping the alphabet is nearly as impressive as his ol' man does.

So anyway, the kid goes around all day making himself burp. Generally he does follow that with 'scuse me, so at least he's sort of remembering his manners?

Here's the thing. I think it's hard for him to understand when it's cool, and when it's not so cool. 

A week or so ago, I took him with me to the auto parts store. While standing at the counter, the clown burps. Buurrp, 'scuse me. I give him that, C'mon Man we're in public look, but don't chastise. By the time we're out of the store, I've forgotten all about it.

Last night after swimming, he comes inside, gets dry clothes on and buurrp, 'scuse me. At this point his mother goes all full name on him, you know when you use the first, middle, and last name to yell at em? Well in this case he has two middle names, so you know she was fed up.

Maybe it's just a case of him learning which parent will let him get away with what.

I mentioned he's morphing from toddler baby boy to little boy right? Well the other thing he's started doing is spitting. This one I don't get. I'm sure I did it to, but still I don't get why?

Oh sure there are some reasons as an adult why we may have to spit. But if this kid is outside he's a spittin'.

 I don't know, maybe it's one of those things that he does because he's figured out how.

J-Tony

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