So I had a relatively productive weekend. It was my weekend to have the kids. My time with the boys actually started Wednesday after they got out of school. Their mother had to be out of town for something or another, and didn't need to pull the kids out of school, so they spent their nights over here at my place. My 18 year old niece, Kristi, was gracious enough to come spend Wednesday and Thursday night into Friday morning with me, so the kids had someone here while I worked my overnight job, as well as kick them out of bed and off to school in the mornings.
So even during the school day I had my niece around to keep me company. Even if half the time I was up, she was sleeping on the couch. Then Friday came. I hung out here for a bit, before taking Kristi back to her parents, doing some laundry while I was over there, and then I had the kids for my regularly scheduled weekend once they got out of school. We just hung out Friday night, and then my parents showed up Saturday. They took us all out for lunch, then we came back her and hung out for awhile. Mom and I went over the ideas for which pictures would be hung up where, and what might be needed to get things all purtied up for turning this apartment into more of a home-like environment, rather than a storage shed I just live in and keep my stuff. While we did that, the boys kept their grandpa entertained while playing video games.
Then Sunday morning rolled around. After getting a sufficient amount of coffee in me, I drove mom to the Walmart and the Goodwill to pick up supplies and everything. We went over how to lay everything out. The kitchen is mostly done now, I got new blinds put up on the bedroom windows, including a curtain for the boys' room, the bathroom sink cabinet hinge fixed so it doesn't fall on the floor when I open it, or try to open the drawers next to it. I've gotten started on the family picture wall, but I still have to go through loose photos to put in the big collage-matted frame. I'm putting off the John Wayne wall for now, as I have to move the entertainment center to get to that section, which is a TOTAL pain in the butt. But, it's coming along decently. Even added some botanical flavor to the place. I wonder how long it will take the cat to eat that all to hell?
So we went out to Taco Bell for lunch, then came back to the apartment and Mom and Dad headed for home. A little while later the boys' mother came to pick them up. It was 4:45pm. I had to work at 8:00pm last night. So I had 3 hours basically where it was just me and the cat...who was of course napping after the excitement of too many people in the house for an extended period of time for his liking. And I noticed something...a deafening silence. I had people in my house since Wednesday afternoon, and suddenly nobody. I had never heard silence so pronounced before until that moment. I got very lonely, very quickly. Although I didn't look forward to going to work for a 12 hour shift, I welcomed it to a degree, if for nothing else than to distract myself with the job from that lonely feeling.
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
The Mook meets The Duke
This is a flesh out of tidbit #3 from my earlier post here. It was voted on by some anonymous person wanting to hear more about my amazing life. I sure hope they read it and tell me just who the heck they are.
John Wayne showed his last movie The Shootist in 1976, and later died from cancer in 1979, the year the Mook was born. Over the years, I have seen releases of music from singers after their deaths, adding to their estates' bottom line, including what appears to be multiple outputs over the years from Michael Jackson. Well, apparently the Duke has decided he needed to get in on this kind of action, and shot one more movie. The set was in a secret location...My subconcious mind, where no sane person has ever managed to discover and escape unscathed.
You see, the Duke made a posthumous decision that the Western movie genre was in far too severe a decline, without him manning the leading role. So, after quick negotiations, my mind became the set. This "after-death" production was so secretive that I, being in on it, don't know the title of the movie, what its about, or my role in it. But I was there and making a movie with my favorite movie star of all time.
Well, at one point we finished shooting a scene, and me being me with my mookified personality decided to be my naturally funny self (also read: annoying but self amused). The Duke was off to the side of the set laying down. I thought it would be a great idea to sneak up on him and scare him real quick like. Now from what I understand, in real life John Wayne could be a real mean drunk after noon. And apparently it carried over into the afterlife. Well, just before I got to him, he swings around with his big old boots and nearly takes my head off. I go flying backward and land on the floor myself. Next thing I know the Duke and I are going toe to toe exchanging punches, pushes, and a few kicks. I guess I forgot to read the rider in his contract. Not only on film, but off film as well, the Duke wins the fight in the end. And that's exactly what happened. Apparently the Mook isn't as impervious as he likes to think he is.
As I lay there checking on my bloodied lip, I see a couple of goons dragging in some punk kid who only resembles me because he is white, and in no other way. They quickly tell me as they are going past me, that this kid is the source of the Duke's frustration. I proclaim that if that was the case, why was he picking a fight with me, I don't even look like this kid. John Wayne turns around, stares me down, and proclaims, "It doesn't matter, you got in the way and got what the kid deserved." And then I woke up.
So, in my dreamworld, it turns out my movie idol is a total jerk. I've heard before that you never want to meet your heroes in life, as they will disappoint you. And even if they are dead, it happens anyways. What a drag!
John Wayne showed his last movie The Shootist in 1976, and later died from cancer in 1979, the year the Mook was born. Over the years, I have seen releases of music from singers after their deaths, adding to their estates' bottom line, including what appears to be multiple outputs over the years from Michael Jackson. Well, apparently the Duke has decided he needed to get in on this kind of action, and shot one more movie. The set was in a secret location...My subconcious mind, where no sane person has ever managed to discover and escape unscathed.
You see, the Duke made a posthumous decision that the Western movie genre was in far too severe a decline, without him manning the leading role. So, after quick negotiations, my mind became the set. This "after-death" production was so secretive that I, being in on it, don't know the title of the movie, what its about, or my role in it. But I was there and making a movie with my favorite movie star of all time.
Well, at one point we finished shooting a scene, and me being me with my mookified personality decided to be my naturally funny self (also read: annoying but self amused). The Duke was off to the side of the set laying down. I thought it would be a great idea to sneak up on him and scare him real quick like. Now from what I understand, in real life John Wayne could be a real mean drunk after noon. And apparently it carried over into the afterlife. Well, just before I got to him, he swings around with his big old boots and nearly takes my head off. I go flying backward and land on the floor myself. Next thing I know the Duke and I are going toe to toe exchanging punches, pushes, and a few kicks. I guess I forgot to read the rider in his contract. Not only on film, but off film as well, the Duke wins the fight in the end. And that's exactly what happened. Apparently the Mook isn't as impervious as he likes to think he is.
As I lay there checking on my bloodied lip, I see a couple of goons dragging in some punk kid who only resembles me because he is white, and in no other way. They quickly tell me as they are going past me, that this kid is the source of the Duke's frustration. I proclaim that if that was the case, why was he picking a fight with me, I don't even look like this kid. John Wayne turns around, stares me down, and proclaims, "It doesn't matter, you got in the way and got what the kid deserved." And then I woke up.
So, in my dreamworld, it turns out my movie idol is a total jerk. I've heard before that you never want to meet your heroes in life, as they will disappoint you. And even if they are dead, it happens anyways. What a drag!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
MIA: Mookie’s Tidbits to catch you up
Okay, so most of you know that We here in the Mookiefied Compound have undergone and survived one of the most hideous scenarios life can throw at us. Victims of a limited Nuclear Strike? NO. Attacked by a gaggle of venomous ducks in our sleep? Getting warmer, but no. H1N1 Flu takeover within the walls of the compound? I think it was trying, but No.
No, it was even more devastating than that:
That’s right…computer meltdown. After a few years of hearing advertisements about avoiding data loss in the event the computer shows us the “blue screen of death” by using their hard drive backup systems, we finally saw it….and without hard drive backup. Material for 2 different books, contact information for everyone we know, 6,700+ photos taken over many years…all gone. The ability to procrastinate real priorities by submersing ourselves into the internet news sites and blogs for information and entertainment, or playing dumb games like MafiaWars on the FaceBook… God please don’t take these options away from us!
Luckily, I, General Mook, being the great and resourceful leader that I am, had already procured the means to overcome this issue. Yes, I married a woman, who has an aunt and uncle who are computer geniuses. (What a strategic alliance I made!!!) The motherboard was in fact fried, more so than the Colonel’s Secret Recipe. And by Colonel, I mean Sanders…not my cat. However…all that information and all those memories taking shape in photos…RECOVERED!!!
So, today, I bring you fine readers a collection of headlines of events that have gone down over this time period of absence. If you find a topic you’d like to see more detail on, out of this list, merely make the request in the comment section.
1. Colonel Beauregard Sterling Lovell’s request for an XO denied.
While skimming thru the paper, I saw the Animal Rescue League page…there was a cat, already named Major pictured there. The General’s wife vetoed this option faster than the General could pass on the request.
2. Buggy’s Book of Digestive Biology Expands
Following his previously published comments of food melting into poop, Dr. Buggy now explains how chili and my digestive system work all the way to the end where the black beans committed suicide.
3. Mook And John Wayne Shoot a Movie Together, Scuffle Ensues
So, once in awhile I have some weird dreams. But hey, I got to be in
A movie with my favorite movie hero, and we end up in a fight even though it was some other idiot that pissed the Duke off.
4. Idiot Flips his lid, makes more work for me.
Some moron phoned Wells Fargo, made big threats and I get called in on my day off. I have mixed feelings about this.
5. 49ers Sports Update
I miss the 49ers get their first shutout of the season against an admittedly horrible St Louis Rams team; the following week, the 49ers apparently missed their own game (at home!), forcing Coach Singletary to hire stunt doubles at the last moment to take on the Atlanta Falcons.
6. Boy comes home sick, H1N1 tries to kill him; father instead chooses
to kill boy with board games.
So the oldest son comes home not feeling well, running a fever, and gives himself a 3 day holiday in advance of the impending 3 day weekend. 6 days off, in a row?? For a fever? Oh well. Was it H1N1? Probably not, but even if it was, all anyone needs is for my immune system to be in the same general area, and any sickness will meet its own grim destiny. So, the boy… he wants me to play games with him while we’re stuck at home. First its checkers…victory: DAD. Chess is semi-taught to the boy upon request: victory: DAD. Then the boy wants to learn the game of Stratego. I try to teach him, but he really should warm up for this game with lesser players until he gets the hang of things. I have never been defeated in this game…and I mean NEVER…needless to say, this streak is still going strong. I have my first serious challenge coming up over Christmas. I have a date with demoralizing a certain rocket scientist I call my brother-in-law.
7. Backyard Football Hero Still Golden, Even as Golden Years Threaten To Approach
I wasn’t the oldest guy out there. The guy downstairs who is almost old enough to be my dad was out playing with us, despite having thrown his shoulder out prior to any games. We played two-hand touch. Partially for him, and partially for a couple little kids who aren’t as excited about the violent prone sport of football. In what can only be described as a magnificent-but-beautiful failure, I showed why coming out of retirement for Neighborhood Football was a great idea. I ran myself into a corner where a big old bush cut me off. I was tagged out in mid leap, but I cleared that bush entirely and landed on a much lower altitude of ground on the other side and rolled over a sidewalk. I’ll feel that for days, but it showed I still have great athletic prowess. Later in the week, we played tackle football, which included kids who were presumably in shape and of the mid-teen age range. While that kid scored a few times, I once again, in Favre-like fashion, drove my team down for score after score after score.
8. Wife gets promoted
Yeah so she gets promoted..yeah I know...AGAIN! what a showoff! And in the process of getting set up she has to have her own phone put in....they activate a phone for her...only not the one in her little cube office....just some phone on the floor, which leads to a nice little treasure hunt. She finds phone, sets up voicemail, and in the process of it all spills coffee, and leaves a greeting for callers that calls them out with an expletive...
So yeah, that's the basics of what happened. Again, if you want more detail, please vote for what you want to see posted in its entirety, in the comment section.
No, it was even more devastating than that:
That’s right…computer meltdown. After a few years of hearing advertisements about avoiding data loss in the event the computer shows us the “blue screen of death” by using their hard drive backup systems, we finally saw it….and without hard drive backup. Material for 2 different books, contact information for everyone we know, 6,700+ photos taken over many years…all gone. The ability to procrastinate real priorities by submersing ourselves into the internet news sites and blogs for information and entertainment, or playing dumb games like MafiaWars on the FaceBook… God please don’t take these options away from us!
Luckily, I, General Mook, being the great and resourceful leader that I am, had already procured the means to overcome this issue. Yes, I married a woman, who has an aunt and uncle who are computer geniuses. (What a strategic alliance I made!!!) The motherboard was in fact fried, more so than the Colonel’s Secret Recipe. And by Colonel, I mean Sanders…not my cat. However…all that information and all those memories taking shape in photos…RECOVERED!!!
So, today, I bring you fine readers a collection of headlines of events that have gone down over this time period of absence. If you find a topic you’d like to see more detail on, out of this list, merely make the request in the comment section.
1. Colonel Beauregard Sterling Lovell’s request for an XO denied.
While skimming thru the paper, I saw the Animal Rescue League page…there was a cat, already named Major pictured there. The General’s wife vetoed this option faster than the General could pass on the request.
2. Buggy’s Book of Digestive Biology Expands
Following his previously published comments of food melting into poop, Dr. Buggy now explains how chili and my digestive system work all the way to the end where the black beans committed suicide.
3. Mook And John Wayne Shoot a Movie Together, Scuffle Ensues
So, once in awhile I have some weird dreams. But hey, I got to be in
A movie with my favorite movie hero, and we end up in a fight even though it was some other idiot that pissed the Duke off.
4. Idiot Flips his lid, makes more work for me.
Some moron phoned Wells Fargo, made big threats and I get called in on my day off. I have mixed feelings about this.
5. 49ers Sports Update
I miss the 49ers get their first shutout of the season against an admittedly horrible St Louis Rams team; the following week, the 49ers apparently missed their own game (at home!), forcing Coach Singletary to hire stunt doubles at the last moment to take on the Atlanta Falcons.
6. Boy comes home sick, H1N1 tries to kill him; father instead chooses
to kill boy with board games.
So the oldest son comes home not feeling well, running a fever, and gives himself a 3 day holiday in advance of the impending 3 day weekend. 6 days off, in a row?? For a fever? Oh well. Was it H1N1? Probably not, but even if it was, all anyone needs is for my immune system to be in the same general area, and any sickness will meet its own grim destiny. So, the boy… he wants me to play games with him while we’re stuck at home. First its checkers…victory: DAD. Chess is semi-taught to the boy upon request: victory: DAD. Then the boy wants to learn the game of Stratego. I try to teach him, but he really should warm up for this game with lesser players until he gets the hang of things. I have never been defeated in this game…and I mean NEVER…needless to say, this streak is still going strong. I have my first serious challenge coming up over Christmas. I have a date with demoralizing a certain rocket scientist I call my brother-in-law.
7. Backyard Football Hero Still Golden, Even as Golden Years Threaten To Approach
I wasn’t the oldest guy out there. The guy downstairs who is almost old enough to be my dad was out playing with us, despite having thrown his shoulder out prior to any games. We played two-hand touch. Partially for him, and partially for a couple little kids who aren’t as excited about the violent prone sport of football. In what can only be described as a magnificent-but-beautiful failure, I showed why coming out of retirement for Neighborhood Football was a great idea. I ran myself into a corner where a big old bush cut me off. I was tagged out in mid leap, but I cleared that bush entirely and landed on a much lower altitude of ground on the other side and rolled over a sidewalk. I’ll feel that for days, but it showed I still have great athletic prowess. Later in the week, we played tackle football, which included kids who were presumably in shape and of the mid-teen age range. While that kid scored a few times, I once again, in Favre-like fashion, drove my team down for score after score after score.
8. Wife gets promoted
Yeah so she gets promoted..yeah I know...AGAIN! what a showoff! And in the process of getting set up she has to have her own phone put in....they activate a phone for her...only not the one in her little cube office....just some phone on the floor, which leads to a nice little treasure hunt. She finds phone, sets up voicemail, and in the process of it all spills coffee, and leaves a greeting for callers that calls them out with an expletive...
So yeah, that's the basics of what happened. Again, if you want more detail, please vote for what you want to see posted in its entirety, in the comment section.
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