Island of Misphit Blogs

Yes I was and Yes I am. Michele (Sister2) finished up 2 days of a lot of test today. MRIS EMIS CKGS and everything else, Funny when you have no idea what is going on it's easier to be positive. "Well we just don't know could be an ingrown toenail" But as the this week went by and the tests were coming in the back of my brain occasionally I slipped into "WORSE SCENARIO MODE" Sheri and I being alot alike I figured she was going through this as well. So we just talked for an hour. Michele came up and what we will do if it's bad news but mostly we talked about how we are a family and how we will be there for each other regardless if Michele has bad news or I get hit by a bus tomorrow and they have to deal with me being gone. I know you are probably tired of hearing this but I have a great family which frankly alot of times I'm not sure I deserve. But we'll pull through whatever happens to any of us. While part of me is sad and worried another part ...

Ok the chores are done. Bills paid, groceries grocered, laundry done and all the other non fun stuff. Now it's no worries until Tuesday morning. Gonna spend the rest of the day at the deck bar with friends, got a steak in the fridge to grill out tonight and tomorrow the tee time is at 11:27 I'll be going back to my cardboard box under the overpass of teh innertubes starting tomorrow. Been a fun week here on teh island. Hope everyone has a great weekend.

... are the best thing in the world to have. Thank you Steve , Christina , PD , Ralph , Jen (especially) and all the rest of you for being mine. (this post brought to you, in part, by Absolut Vodka - but it's the truth, nonetheless)

The movie "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" doesn't get any better just because there is nothing fracking else on TV. Now you know!

I'm supposed to be moving in, what? Like 48 hours? And yet there's no point in packing anything. Repeatedly carrying things to the car till it's full and driving down to the apartment on the appointed day(s) makes more sense than putting stuff in big square boxes that won't fit in the back seat. And which I don't have anyway. The boxes, I mean. I don't even know for sure when it'll be, since my plans say "Monday" but my future landlady kind of needs to call me back and say when she'll be available for general contract-signing and deposit-paying and key-presenting before I can really be sure. So here I sit, making scones and reading Douglas Adams and letting the girls watch all the Muppet videos they want since I can neither think of, nor motivate myself to do, anything more productive than that. Which I guess makes a kind of sense, but you have to reeeeally want to see it. Rather in the same way that this probably makes sense, should one care t...

My Sister-the-PhD-Student, herein after called STPhDS, lives by herself in Southern Texas. She has very regular habits, some of which are talking to my parents regularly if not daily, obsessively keeping her voice mail cleared and being on the computer. So, earlier this week, we heard from her on Monday and then...nothing. No word at all. We called and her voice mail was full. We kept calling all Thursday and early Friday and we got nothing. We e-mailed and no response. We really started to get worried. My dad was planning a trip 4 hrs south to her house to go check on her which I described as moronic when they refused to call the police to do a courtesy check first. I guess they saw it my way and called the police. Seriously, what is white, middle-class privilege for if not to use when you have it? STPhD lives alone, as I said before, and is about 5'0" tall and 110# if she has rocks in her pocket. (To illustrate, she was THRILLED in 4th grade when she finally topped 50...

I was so fortunate to spend time with J and M tonight and their 2 daughters who I call my nieces even though we are not related by family ties. Katy, the 3 1/2 year old wanted to climb stairs and who am I to refuse her? She is at that great stage where you ask her something and when she answers you have no idea what she is saying so you go "Hmmm Really? That sounds great" and of course she then points at the stairs and she knows what YOU said so there is no backing out. And then little 4 month old Natalee. She was kinda squirming in Daddy's arms and for some strange reason I offered to hold her (well not a strange reason she is a beautiful and wonderful child) So I held her and she was a little sleepy but for the first time she put her little head on my shoulder and trusted me. And we walked around a little, I talked to her (sang to her when we were out of earshot of everyone else)and just had a great time. Yes there was a little drool on my shirt. Yes my arms were a...

Becca has given me the virus again! Here are the rules for the virus directly from good ole Splo-krakakow himself! "ere's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out. If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into. Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people ...

For some reason Father is driving Sister1 NUTS and I am the appointed relief valve (which I am glad to be) A little background is in order I guess. Dad turns 74 on June 4th. And we are lucky he is happy, healthy and doing ok. Sister1 retired this week (at the age of 52) after working for 28 years for the Texas State School System where she worked her way up to unit director. A little more background. The Texas State School System ain't really schools. It is a nice metaphor for mental hospital. The woman is a saint (and some people say growing up with me gave her great training for her line of work) So anyway Dad is getting older and has a lot of time to worry. Sister1 just wants to spend a month not worrying about anything until she figures out what her next step in life is. And here I am as non-partisan therapist. I don't mind the role it's just kinda new. When I was young I never really thought about me getting older or my siblings, or my parent(s). And now I'm ha...

So I get home from work tonight and the this was in the mail Once again I'll proudly be able to proclaim my Horned Frog Heritage. Now once I get my window sticker in the mail I'll be all set!

Amazing you type in Monty Python+Island you come up with a sketch even I had forgotten about!

THANK YOU BOB THANK YOU BFNADC THANK YOU BRAVE SIR ROBIN THANK YOU LINDA THANK YOU FREIDA BEE THANK YOU OUYANGDAN THANK YOU TEH PORTLY DYKE THANK YOU JEN THANK YOU MOTORCYCLE MAMA CHRISTINA And thank you to everyone else who stopped by and sent good thoughts. Sister2 talked with her oncologist today and he was not all ZOMG!11!!eleven10!1! Does this mean she is out of the woods? No but truth be told she never will be. She'll have a full battery of scans, MRI's and whatever else soon. But as my wise friend Christina said to me earlier tonight it means we have HOPE And you my glob friends contributed to that. If I had anything other than Gnat Piss Budweiser I'd raise my glass to you. Hell I am doing it anyway. Thank You so much Steve (cross posted at my other cardboard box )

Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out. If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into. Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the chapters preceding yours. -Splotchy...

One of the (many) perks of teh new car is it came with a free 3 month trial for Sirius Satellite Radio. I've never had a CD player in my car much less some fancy schmancy spy satellite broadcasting things into my receiver (unless you count that one time in college)so I signed up tonight and gonna give it a test drive. If I like I can cancel my subscription to the horrid Baltimore Sun newspaper (which I only get so I have an excuse to stay in bed late on the weekends anyway) and stay revenue even as the last thing I need with an upcoming car payment is yet another bill to pay. We'll see how it works out.

Here's the deal: Here's what I would like to do. I want to create a story that branches out in a variety of different, unexpected ways. I don't know how realistic it is, but that's what I'm aiming for. Hopefully, at least one thread of the story can make a decent number of hops before it dies out. If you are one of the carriers of this story virus (i.e. you have been tagged and choose to contribute to it), you will have one responsibility, in addition to contributing your own piece of the story: you will have to tag at least one person that continues your story thread. So, say you tag five people. If four people decide to not participate, it's okay, as long as the fifth one does. And if all five participate, well that's five interesting threads the story spins off into. Not a requirement, but something your readers would appreciate: to help people trace your own particular thread of the narrative, it will be helpful if you include links to the ch...

The most ambitious of my plans today is balancing my checkbook. Other than that if teh rain stays away I will probably hang at the deck bar this afternoon thinking about nothing and doing even less. Gonna hang out here this week. Somehow right now being on an island seems like a good idea. Hope everyone has a good Sunday.

I was going to write about my first trip to a *GASP* gay bar tonight and was unsure if I would be boring you yet again with that story (bottom line I was insulted, INSULTED I say, no one asked me to dance) Unsure if I had typed poorly about this before I started scanning all the posts here and went all the way back to the beginning. I wish I would have saved Jen and Bob's email explaining how I could possibly be posting on 2 blogs. There was Portly's first post. Christina's very valuable lessons in Bad Parenting. And even an occasional post by Dutch the Lucky Monkey. The Island is a great place to be. So glad Bob decided to create our little island hideaway. If you have some time I recommend scanning the older posts. It's a nice trip down memory lane and a great sign of things to come for all of us.

because when I wake up tomorrow it will be Mother's Day. And I won't go into a long drawn out diatribe but what I really want to say is this. Thank you to my friends here who have given me an outlet for talking about Ma, put up with me when I babbled drunkenly on about her and how much I miss her and most importantly have had my back when i've been emotionally not as strong as I should have been. Love You All Beasie

2:11 PM me : Hi, Buddy! The Boy : hi me : I got an e-mail from [The Boy's teacher]. 2:12 PM He says, "Tell him to feel better soon." 2:16 PM The Boy : i will talk to you later me : Why?!? Don't you want to talk to your mama? 2:17 PM The Boy : yes. me : Yes, what? 2:19 PM The Boy : yes i do. me : What is on the TV? 2:21 PM The Boy : jonny test. 2:22 PM me : Is it good? 2:23 PM The Boy : yes. me : What is next? 2:27 PM The Boy : i am playng a game. 2:28 PM me : What game? 2:31 PM The Boy : a ninja game. 2:32 PM me : Cool! Are you winning? 12 minutes 2:45 PM The Boy : can you stop texing me. me : Yes. 2:49 PM The Boy : thak you.

Yes THIS is where the magic takes place every night. Impressive aint it? Still wondering how I could afford TWO TV trays but I sacrifice for the innertubes. I really do

I think I have mentioned before (and yes a real blogger would insert a link here)that growing up in the stone age before I-Pods, HDTV, cars that were rolling entertainment centers and if you wanted to change the channel in the teevee you got up off your ass and turned a /wait for it/......a DIAL ZOMG And in this prehistoric time we rotated grilling out on the weekends at each other's houses. And this "grilled" into me (man I make myself laugh sometimes)that when you had a place to call home it wasn't home until you had a real grill. AND knew how to cook on it. Lots of years and state and city regulations later after my first grill (long story involving Jessica, Houston and all that that I don't feel like getting into) when I bought my cardboard box that I now own the first thing I bought was a grill. And then ignored it. Something has changed lately. I'm getting back to cooking out. Just a burger or hot dog or some chicken. Nothing much. But maybe it is a s...

Monday: Shirt and pants, no shoes, hair and teeth a mess, no breakfast. Tuesday: Shirt pants, shoes and socks, hair and teeth a mess, no breakfast. Wednesday: Completely dressed, breakfast eaten, teeth brushed, hair looking like Jen's bird nest . Thursday: Completely dressed, cleaned up, no breakfast. Friday: Completely dressed, cleaned up and breakfast eaten. Mom running late. /sigh/

The Girl had a parade to be in today for Cinco de Mayo, so she had the Probe. She drove it to the high school and parked it in the band parking lot. Remember, she was at the high school. This will be important later. We had to turn in the rental today. When she was done at the parade, she had to come and pick us up. So the following conversation took place. Me: Girl, come pick us up at Enterprise Rentals. It's at GP Ford. Girl: I don't know where it is. Me: Okay, you take High School Dr. to Beltline and take a left. You got that? You know where Beltline is? Girl: I think so. But...I'm still trying to figure out where High School Dr. is. I literally took the phone from my ear and stared at it for a minute, trying to figure out where I had gone wrong.

ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!eleven!QWSW@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@