Quick question – I’m thinking of starting an ezboard community as part of my site redesign and as a place for all my different online friends to converge (I have posted about this in the past). I was kinda stuck on a name, though. I’m thinking maybe something agriculture like (to go along with the “Uncle Critus’ Farm” theme from when I had a show on Night Raven Radio). Maybe The Orange Grove or The Compost Heap. Not sure though. Shouldn’t even be up and thinking right now. In fact, I’m going back to bed.

Byeee.

celestialaddict has a new picture in her live journal.

Ahhh.

She’s so purty.

Anyway…

I got this incredible headache last night. It happens very, very infrequently which means it probably isn’t as bad as it felt, but I’m not used to them. It lasted for about 4 hours, through a Tiger Cubs meeting. That was fun. Nothing like a room full of screaming kids to make a headache better.

I wonder, sometimes, why I let little things that my son does get to me so much. He’s a good kid. No, he’s beyond a good kid. He’s pretty much an angel. Does what he is told, when he is told. Doesn’t talk back. Doesn’t have bad manners. None of the things that would normally drive a parent nuts.

But last night he kept taking his shoe off.

I told him not to do it. He did it again. This kept going on throughout the meeting. It’s not the first time this has happened, either. I’ve had this running thing with him since he got these shoes. He also does the same thing when he is wearing a jacket and it’s cold out. He pulls it down off his shoulders, I tell him to put it back on. Five minutes later it’s off his shoulders.

And I get angry.

Not annoyed.

Not frustrated.

Angry.

I don’t understand why. Am I that much of a perfectionist? Am I that rigid in my ways that I cannot tolerate the least bit of absent minded behavior from my son?

Now maybe last night I got worse because of the fact that I had such a horrible headache. It’s certainly a possibility. And before you all start asking, no I did not yell at him or lose my temper. I closed my eyes, made an effort to relax, and kissed him on the forehead. Proceeded to work with him on his scrap book and it passed. I did, however, tell him that I didn’t want him wearing those shoes anymore. He got a brand new pair for Christmas and I want him to start wearing those. They won’t come off as easily. He tells me that he doesn’t realize he is taking them off, so I’m going to ease my frustrations by having him wear shoes that don’t slip off his feet.

Those shoes are damned dirty anyway.

Jody seems to be making some sort of claim that I did NOT hand her ass to her in the mini-pool game that we played last night.

She is wrong.

I have proof.

See the picture below.

Sometimes you just have to stop and realize how good life is.

I had a pretty shitty day.

A very close friend of mine, who I have known for almost 18 years, was told that she was likely to be laid off in two weeks. I know this because I work with her. Of course, in typical Mike fashion, I misunderstood something she asked me shortly after she was told and made her day that much worse. Goodness how I love putting my foot in my mouth like that. I love the fact that my friend, who was holding it together pretty well, probably got pushed over the edge because I chose that moment to be boneheaded.

That, of course, wasn’t all that happened today.

On New Years Eve another friend of mine, who I met through Jody, lost her father. She lost him because he got into an argument with a guy in the same motorcycle club as him and got shot. His was the first murder of 2003 here in Pinellas County. Tonight I stopped by Jody’s house, picked up her and Bill, and helped them take a TON of food over to her Mother’s house.

What do you say to someone who’s father was murdered?

She and her mother seem to be holding up well. Probably better than I would be in that situation.

So.

Why, you ask, do I think life is so good right now?

Because when I came home, I had a nice dinner with my roommate. Then we watched the movie Chocolat. After that, we enjoyed a lovely set of mixed drinks made with Godiva Chocolate Liqueur and Bailey’s Irish Cream as we sat on the back porch and smoked cigarettes.

Because I I have a wonderful woman in my life who makes me smile more than a man has a right to.

Because my son is the most amazing person in the world.

Because I am alive.

And most importantly…

BECUASE I HANDED JODY’S ASS TO HER IN A GAME OF MINI-POOL AS WE WERE WAITING FOR BILL TO GET READY TONIGHT.

That’s right, Jody! Who’s your Daddy? Who’s the master of the mini-pool table? Me baby! I said whoose house? Mike’s house!

Go me! Go me!

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Robin will be here on Friday to spend the weekend. My sister Kim has volunteered to take her son Bailey off for a grand adventure that day that shall include a trip to Chuck E. Cheeses and a fun filled night away from Mom. Of course, this means that we get to have some adult time.

Oh damn. That will be horrible.

Sounds evil

If you have a moment, you should take some time to read these articles. They were posted on a message board I go to by this guy who goes by Gothapotamus. There is some eye opening shit here, people.

Agency Disavows Report on Iraq Arms

The Case of the Five Vanishing Suspects

Breaking The American Trance

Yes, a quiz.