Kids . . .

It was the craziest thing tonight.  I decided to cook up some chicken breats, and I wanted to spice them up just a little.  I added a couple of teaspoons of Dr. John’s original Hot Wing sauce.  I’ve never used more than that.

Tonight was different.  About 30 second or so after I added the sauce, I started having trouble brathing.  I went out to the living room which really wasn’t any better.  Then, about 30 seconds later, Johnny came out into the living room and he was gasping for breath.  Then his little belly started pumping like he was going to puke right in the middle of my big area rug.  Oh boy!

I figured we had better get out into the hallway to get some fresh air.  But Johnny just wouldn’t come out.  He just stood there staring at me and gasping for breath.  I picked him up and carried him out the door.  As soon as I set him down, he took off down the hall for Jenn’s apartment.  I figured that I’d visit for a while and let the air in my place clear out.

Now the last time that I took Johnny down to Jenn’s, it was like pulling teeth without Novocaine getting him out from under the bed to go home.  Tonight was no different.  Why did I think it would be?

Jenn and I spent the next half hour or better calling for Johnny to come out to the living room.  But the little bugger just wouldn’t come out from under that bed for nothing.  Finally, I had a really crazy idea.  I wen home and left Johnny there.  I figured that if he couldn’t smell me somewhere close, he woud get curious and come out to see if I left him.

Oddly enough, the idea worked.  I was gone for about 15 or 20 minutes before Jenn called me to say that Johnny was out in the living room.  I went down to get him.

So Johnny is back at home, and he’s no worse for wear.  I’ll know enough next time not to let him in the bedroom, or better yet, when I know I’m going into the bedroom, I’ll just leave the little turkey home.

This is being posted just a few hours late.  By the time I got half way through writing it last night, I could barely keep my eyes open.  Johnny wore me out.

The “Last Lecture” by Randy Pausch

The first time I saw this video, Randy Pausch was still alive.  He teaches a fantastic lesson and he teaches it in the most incredible way.

Carnegie Mellon Professor Randy Pausch (Oct. 23, 1960 – July 25, 2008) gave his last lecture at the university Sept. 18, 2007, before a packed McConomy Auditorium. In his moving presentation, “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams,” Pausch talked about his lessons learned and gave advice to students on how to achieve their own career and personal goals.

For more on Randy, visit: http://www.cmu.edu/randyslecture

Freakin’ Paperwork

I swear!

“When I die, and I get to the pearly gates, St. Peter is going to be waiting for me with a stack of paperwork six inches thick that I have to fill out before he’ll let me into heaven.”

 

I’ve done more paperwork since the AEOA takeover of Ivy Manor just

over a year ago than I’ve done in the whole 9 years that I’ve lived here.

 

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate

‘I won’t translate.’

Mornings

Mornings would be a whole lot better if they happened later in the day.  It’s 7:45 am, and I woke up at 7.  That wouldn’t be half bad if I hadn’t gone to sleep at 5.  Of course, somebody else didn’t have any problem getting to sleep.

He started out stretched out right next to me and then sometime during the early morning hours he went down and curled up down by my feet.  He hasn’t slept with me the way he always had since Misty passed away in July.  I think he misses her as much as I do.  Probably more.  One of the other tenants brought his dog Willy up to visit for a little while yesterday to see johnny.  Those two could end up being good buddies.

As for the website?  Well . . .

I really wanted to have a personal blog.  However, over time I loaded the site up with tons of YouTube videos and news feeds which gave me nearly 8,000 postings.  Unfortunately, the only traffic they brought in were the looky-lu’s that were looking for places to spam with their internet sales offers.  In the last 2 months I’ve gotten so much SPAM that I could open a sandwich shop right next to Subway and run them out of business.  The only comments these people ever left were their offers for mostly anything.

Let’s see . . .

  • I’ve gotten hundreds of SPAM comments trying to sell me CBD oil at some totally ridiculous prices.
  • I’ve gotten a couple of dozen offers for people wanting to sell me their courses on blogging.  They propbably thought that I needed it.
  • And a couple of dozen more who actually offered to write my blog entries for me.  Am I really that bad at it?

It looks like it’s going to be another wonderful day outside.  Not!  Actually it looks rather cold and dismal out there.  I was supposed to snow this weekend, but so far all we’ve seen here was a light dusting that was gone within an hour or so.  I wouldn’t mind that so much if it wasn’t so cold and damp.  Oh well, I guess I live in the wrong part of the country (northern Minnesota) to be complaining about cold weather.

Oh well, I have paperwork that has to be filled out and in the mail by tomorrow morning.  So I better quit putting it off and get it done.

Until later folks . . .  Have a great one!

By the way, if any of you actually read this, please leave something in the comments to let me know you were here.

Vincent and the Doctor

The Doctor and Amy take Vincent Van Gogh – who struggled to sell a single painting in his own lifetime – to a Paris art Gallery in the year 2010. The Doctor Who series has been on the air since 1963, and I’ve been watching it since the mid 1970’s. While the series had a lot of great scenes, this one is by far my most memorable.

Vincent Van Gogh Visits the Gallery | Vincent And The Doctor | Doctor Who

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