Boycott Dollar Tree Stores

I will No longer shop at the "Dollar Tree" store for the following reason.
On March 29th 2006 a girl named Tameka was murdered at her job at our local Dollar Tree. Tameka was the mother of a 9 year old boy and was childs sole support. I read in Fridays paper that the Insurance company for the Dollar tree is denying workers comp. Death benefits that are due the minor child. These benefits amount to $224 a week till age 18 or a total of approx. $81,000. This amount is a drop in the bucket for the ins. co. and the Dollar Tree. Their reason for denial is that the murder was racially motivated. What difference does the motivation have to do with anything? She was on the job, killed at work end of story. She did not know her attacker it was not a personal attack. According to the paper he claimed that he entered the store and killed a woman because she was black. Why would anyone admit to this knowing that it would bring about a hate crime enhancement? I think that the Insurance co. Is just plain looking for an out. Please join me in Boycotting the "Dollar Tree" stores until they do the right thing and pay this claim.

FOGHORN LEGHORN:WEASEL WHILE YOU WORK

It's another beautiful Day in northern California. The sun is shining, it is about 66* or so. The sky Is a beautiful Blue. The other day when I went to My doctors appointment I stepped on the scale and was pleased to find that I had lost 6 pounds. But the next day I took Debbie to her appointment and stepped on their scale. According to the scale at Debbie's doctors office I had Gained 6 pounds. So I don't know which is correct. I guess I'll just have to buy a good quality bathroom scale and go by it and it alone. I bet if I used three different scales I would get three different results.

Cat Gone Crazy

I think Salem Has gone crazy. All Day Long she has been blindsiding me. Attacking me from every direction. Its all playful mind you but she has got a set of claws and every now and then she connects with them. Man it's a beautiful day today. The sun is shining and the air smells cleaner than it has in a long time because of the rain.

Post for the Day, The ramblings of a bored Mind

Not much to say
In my post for the Day
But I'll post it anyway
Have a new neighbor named Ray who I think is Gay

Barack Obama
Slipped in the Sauna
Got Blunt Force Trauma
He wants his Mama

Ahmadinajad and I'm OK
Jihad all Night and Jihad all day


Rhymin' Simon

Election Day

Don't Want no Caribou Barbie
Don't want no John McCain
And voting for Obama
would just be plain Insane
Don't know who Joe Biden Is
Don't think I really care
I'm just waitin' for the Mushroom cloud
that's soon to fill the air.

A Little Whine and Cheese

Does anyone mind If I whine a little? Too Bad here goes. I just finished fixing dinner for Debbie and her Brother. Now I have to clean up the dishes and the stove and then feed the cat and then I can sit down and eat. I really don't know what I'm trying to say except that my back hurts and I am tired of always being the one that has to do everything. I need a vacation. But that ain't going to happen.

Spaced out in the Final Frontier.

I've decided to try and make at least one entry a day on this blog. It seems to be therapeutic for me. I Don't really have any one to talk to about my problems. My wife has too many of her own and my sisters, well that's another story. Oh Jesus H Christ I can't even write on my blog in peace because the two of them are bickering back and forth like a couple of children. I'm speaking about Debbie and her Brother. The two of them together drive me crazy with their bickering and arguing.

Last night I was going through some old papers and came across part of an old comedy skit that a Friend and I wrote in college. It was a spoof on Star Trek,
Mad magazine style. It was done for My video production class complete with special effects. The tape was lost long ago.

"Star Trash"
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Intro: Spaced out in the finale frontier. These are the hallucinations of the crew off the USS Intercourse. Its mercy mission to the planet Gonorrhea Seven, a planet plagued by the Herpes 2000 virus. Its cargo, a load of custom made Romulan condoms.

The Crew
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Captain: James T Squirt
First officer: Mr. Spook
Helmsman: Mr. Screwloose
Navigator: Ensign Checkout(He's never at his station there's
always a memo saying be right back)

Yeoman: Janis Hand (AKA Yeoman Blowman)
Engineer: James Montgomery Scroat(AKA Scroaty)
Medical Officer: Leotard McCoy(AKA "Buns")

I sure wish I still had a copy of the video. WE actually did a pretty good job with it. For warp drive we used a technique called "Video FeedBack" Queen used this in the ground breaking video for "Bohemian Rhapsody". The dialog was a bit X rated but at the time it was hilarious. I remember the opening line was something like This. (Scroaty's voice over intercom)

Mr Scroat: Captain, Scroat here. I'm afraid we'll have to divert a course around Uranus to avoid the Klingons.
Other lines like "Beam Me up Scotty were replaced with "Bag me up Scroaty"
and other such nonsense.
Weapons Like the Phaser were replace with The "Fizzer" (it never Worked, Just made a weazing sound). The Photon Torpedo became the "Protein Torpedo".

Other scenes included Yeoman Blowman answering the intercom in the Captains Quarters. Yeoman: (Swallowing sound) "Gulp" Captains Quarters.

Anyway it was a lot of fun and nonsense. Well I guess thats about all for now.

When it Rains it pours. Literally.

Well after a lomg long dry speel we are finally getting some much needed rain. In fact according to the doppler radar it looks as if we are about to get slammed. Radar shows a band of rain with a lot of orange and red and dark green that stretches from Monterey all the way to The Canadian Border.

In other news. My back is out again. I am having major muscle spasms and tremendous Sciatic nerve pain. Those of you who have experienced this know what I am talking about. I'd give it a 9 on a scale of 10 in the pain scale:(. To make matters worse I am having some major anxiety over a phone call I got on Friday from My new doctors office. I recently went for some comprhensive blood work that included liver function, PSA total(prostate), Lipid panals, Arthritis panals and a bucnh of other tests including bone density. Well the doctor told me that she would call "IF" there were any abnormalities with any of the tests. Well Friday after noon the nurse calls and says that they recieved all the results and that I need to come see the Doctor. No expalaination as to what might be the prblem. Just that I should come in asap. I asked if I could come right away and she told me that the doctor had left for the day and made me an appointment for Tueday as they are closed on Monday. What the fuck? why would they call a person and worry them all week end, nay all weekend and Monday. I keep imaging all sorts of things like cirrhosis of the liver since I already have Nonalcoholic fatty liver disease and that can cause Cirrhosis. Add that to the pain in my upper right abdomen and there goes my imagination. I am really hoping it was the arthritis panal that was abnormal, I think I could deal with that easier. I just lost two close friends. One to Prostate cancer and the other to Cirrhrosis. Any way I just wish that they would have waited till after the weekend to call. Almost seems as if they wanted to worry me. But then again I worry to much. I think I inherited the worry gene from my mom. She worried about everything.

Halloween was better than I expected last night considering that it rained for the first time in recent memory. We had about 20 trick-or-treaters by about 8'o'clock. The rain started about Dusk but it was only a light sprinkle till about 9 o'clock. Well thats about all for now.