Hello, this is Information... oh, it's you...

Ok, like many other people I can imagine, I love my mother, but I really can't stand her.

Even as a teenager, I really couldn't stand being around her.

Well, the other day when I was talking to her about the gardening and what not I mentioned that we sauce up our cherry tomatoes as there are too many to eat.

She wanted to know how I did it, and I explained the basics about how to create the sauce and to use a crock-pot so that way you don't have to stand there and stir it for hours to get it to a nice thickness.

Last month, I was making tomato sauce and let it sit overnight in the crock pot.  The next day I thought, why not just turn it into spaghetti sauce.  It was delicious!

Well, my mom took it to heart and called me on Monday to ask how it was done, even though I told her to look it up in the Ball Blue Book or via the internet.

Then last night, she called me again asking me how to get the jars ready to process in the canner.

I told her that she could've found this faster by looking it up on the internet.

This lead into the same old bullshit whine...

"My computer doesn't work."
OR
"Dad took my computer apart..."
OR
"Space Aliens are giving it an anal probe...."

Hell...

I know that my dad might take her computer apart once & a while, but I also know that she's told him to leave it the hell alone and so have I.

Personally, I don't think he's messed with it in years.

However, the JackAsshole brother of mine, is probably the culprit.  He figures that he can just pull small things out and take them without someone noticing.   What a complete fuckhead.

Although, I don't think there's much at my parent's house that he hasn't taken that he wants... So I don't think he's messed with it.

I also think her Kindle Fire got broken or she misplaced it.

Well, all I know is that if I mention ANYTHING that interests her or peaks her interest... Even if I provide  the area I got it...

I become..

"Information, can I help you?"

I don't know why I call her anymore...

Sunday I called my mom because I hadn't called her for a while.

The call went well at first.

We did the usual chit chat, talked about knitting projects, gardening, canning, how my family here was doing.

Then she jumped over to my fuckhead brother.

She proceeded to tell me that he has ADHD as a kid...

Well fucking duh!

He was a shithead as a kid, and she protected his actions.

Instead of giving the bastard Ritalin, she let his shit slide.

When our folks would take an evening to themselves, the shithead would run around the house and piss off all of the rest of us kids within the first 30 minutes of their departure.

Continuing this behavior, the fucker would take stuff from me... both him and the fat bastard.

My shoe size matched theirs and they would completely wear out and ruin my new shoes until I outgrew their size.

Fucker pucker would take my underwear, wear them once, then throw them behind his dresser, so we would both be out of clean underwear.

We were all sound/audio junkies so we had various speakers hooked up to our own radios.  Well, one day my speakers disappeared and I didn't think too much of it... until...  Until I looked under our bunk bed and found the casing for my speakers.

The fucker stole my speakers.

Later in that young time frame, the shit was having trouble with his bike so he swapped out the parts of my bike with his so that his looked like mine.  When I was riding it, it started having his problems.

Since our parents bought all three of us younger boys all the same model & color of bikes, all my mom would say is... "He wouldn't do that..."

Bullshit!

Even now she went on to say how much he couldn't do things on his own because of his health problems, which is why she shelters his ass so much.

Well, I'm just pissed about it and thought I'd document this type of shit...

I suppose every family has at least one fuckhead...

Mine just happens to have several, but one really, really major one.

Is FaceBook the ruler of the One Ring now?

So, like WTF!?

Ellie took Big Miss over to the middle school tonight for Volleyball tryouts.

They told Ellie that Big Miss couldn't practice or tryout.

Apparently Big Miss wasn't registered and couldn't register tonight since the office was closed.

So, WTF!?

When Ellie asked when this communication went out, they said it went out on FaceBook...

WTF did Facebook become the freaking ruler of communications and the School administration not notify people of it?

We don't use Facebook.

In fact, it's currently blocked out on our firewall because of my oldest "Miss"... the one who's all messed up, since that's all she would do all day long!

Seriously, WTF do you need to keep track of everyone else all day long?

It seems like that's all I hear of people doing with FaceBook...

Doesn't Facebook send out freaking emails when things are updated on "Friends"?

So WTF don't those messed up people involved with sports use email!?

After all, it's existed MUCH longer than FaceBook.

I've been using email since the late 1980's for crying out loud!

Granted in the late 1980's for me it was all done on a BBS, and not through the internet...

but...

It was still Email... Electronic Mail

No internet provided required.  Just access to the BBS that you wanted to send/receive email from other BBS users...

Of course, back then, only nerds did anything with computers, modems or anything remotely similar to what lots of people are "experts" of today.

Well, Ellie is trying to register Big Miss, but she's out there shouting and moaning about the fucking thing.

I asked her if I need to stop and help her, but she wouldn't answer so I just came into my office to keep working on stuff...

It's going to take me more time to figure out WTF is going on with this, since there's stuff missing/mixed up for work right now.

Well, I'm off now to see WTF is up with Ellie.

She turned me into a newt... I got better.

I didn't stay melancholy for long today.

Well...

Long enough to take notice but not enough to stop me.

That and I finally gave up trying to work at about the same time I do everyday.

I concentrated on my ham radio stuff and got my antenna stuff in order.

Using the welder, I setup a bracket which got painted black with Rustoleum.

Then I got some PVC setup to keep the wire off the roof and away from chimney.

Finally I got a backpack, loaded up the tools went to work.

First thing I did was mount the bracket at the front of the house.

Kind of scary using a big old wooden extension ladder.

I got up there and realized I should've gotten up to the porch roof through Big Miss's bedroom window. Probably safer too.

Next I got the other peak ready to go and moved the ladder.

Took longer to move over there walking on the actual roof... But... It was safer than the big ladder.. I thought.

Third step was to sort of crab walk to the chimney where the PVC pipe standoff/T got strapped into place with hose clamps to my other antenna mount.

Lastly, I got it all wired up to my PVC antenna center point using paracord to make the wire taut.

It tuned up better than the 2 meter did on 40 meter, and about as good as 20 meter.

I'll have to play around more on 20 meter with the tuner.

They're finally gone... but I sure as hell don't feel like celebrating...

Well, they say that with the thrill-seeking personality, what goes up must come down.

Top of the world one minute, sad the next.

Yes, sir, it's as if our old friend George is a alley cat and his own damn humors are swingin' him by the tail.

I'm glad that I'm by myself and things are quiet, but I already miss my family.

They've gone camping with Ellie's family.

I used to enjoy going camping up till several years ago.

One time I started having problems breathing and wheezing, but Ellie wanted to stay.

I wound up sleeping in the driver's seat of the van so that I could sleep in the first place.

The next time, was when it was well into the 90's here and sitting up at the camp site was miserable!

It was like sitting in a porta-potty all day long without the door being opened and the stink increasing!

I got very irritated with it, and finally had a chat with Ellie and told her I'd be happier back at home in the heat because I have the AC & fans!

Ellie wasn't very happy about that second one, but at least she understands now.

Camping just isn't fun to me anymore.

I really do hate it now!

Thinking about it, if my fucking body didn't age so badly, I would probably be more gung-ho!

As it stands now, I am finally sleeping well, after several years of waking up with shit loads of pain in my back, knees, etc.

Currently, I am feeling melancholy and very blue.

Problem is that they've only been gone for 30 minutes!

So here I sit over a bowl of ice cream feeling down.

That's other fucking pisser!

My weight is going back up!

Granted, for the past month+, I've been eating shit loads of ice cream and other high-sugar, not-so-good-for-me foods.

The cause of my weight problems, aside from my fucked up knees/legs, is my lack of good nutrition.

My fucking mouth hurts from the final tooth extraction, but it is getting better.

I dunno.

There's tons of work for me to do for my employer, but I really just want to sit around, nap & watch movies...

If I can get motivated, I will get my HF radio antenna mounted on the roof so that I can use my radio.

Having some sort of good success or feedback is a good mood lifter.

This is why I love being married to Ellie.

When we're able to, we go off on road trips and just do things.

We don't have to spend money, just go and do something.

Just to be with Ellie doing some sort of adventure is good for me.

I love Ellie very dearly!

I came here with a simple dream. A dream of killing all humans. And this is how it must end?

(Yes... another Futurama quote...)

Last week I heard about "hitchBOT".

hitchBot is a hitchhiking robot.

WTF do we need a robot that is a hitchhiker, when there are so many other worthless bums who are hitchhikers.

Perhaps, it's so that the robot will get picked up, since it doesn't smell like booze, pot or armpits.

My fear about a "Robo" (not to be confused with a "Romo"), is the possibility of it recording conversations & taking pictures of who it's with.

Bender: "What did you just call me?"
Hobo: "A Robo. You know, a Robot Hobo?"
Bender: "Oh okay, I thought you said Romo."

I love social engineering, and this seems like a good thing to have for watching how people behave.

So I bet the guys running this project must have had a lot of fun with it so far...

Just imagine it getting into a car with a family like the Griswalds... The kids are picking their noses, farting, smearing who knows what all over the Robo...

When the Robo got out of that car, there'd be all sorts of stuff stuck to it, and shoved into its crevices, etc.

It's so sad!

hitchBot got bamboozled and is it multiple pieces...

Bender: No other robot could have done it.
              It took twelve years of tireless stalking, but I hunted down and killed my best
              friend.
              [cries]
             I'm the greatest.

 hitchBot got vandalized in Philadelphia, the city [sniff] of brotherly love...

I think it's getting better... Finally

Thursday morning I had the other molar pulled out.

The dentist showed it to me and pointed out all the infected tissue.  (There was a lot.)

Ellie didn't understand at first, but when I described it, she started to gag... Big time.

Friday night my jaw hurt really bad again.

I called the dentist's after hour phone number and he prescribed some Zithromax.

Today the bastard area itches really badly.

I tried, lightly with a tooth brush to scratch it and made it bleed.

Then I took an ibuprofen and now it's feeling better.

I was just thinking that it might be like those infections I get around the cuts & scratches I get from various things.

You know they're just deep enough that they get a bit swollen and itch.

For me sometimes, they get puffy and hurts or itches.

When that happens, I usually squeeze them a bit until some of the puss/liquid comes out.

Perhaps that's what I need to do with the tooth brush.

Lightly scratch that area to relieve the pressure.

It's been about 20 minutes or so since I did that and it actually feels better.

Ibuprofen might our might not have an effect.

I don't like the ibuprofen because I pee blood if I use more than one a week.

So like WTF?

I don't know WTF goes on in her head, even after being married to her for 15 years.

Ellie decided that they were going to pick tomatoes and green beans today.

Sounds normal enough with our garden.

While they were harvesting, I was going to do dishes.

Well, somehow Ellie decided that we needed to make salsa today too.

Instead of waiting for the dishes to be done and kitchen cleaned up, she started pulling out pots and whatnot.

Now, doing dishes was a HUGE pain in the ass.

There was nowhere to put things!

I couldn't dry and put things away because the kitchen was a busy hive.