Suspicions....and Confirmation Of Them
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Posted:Jun 2, 2008 2:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2008 3:31 pm
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Yep, I was right all along, but what the hell do I know, or did I know? Well, I know I was right all along, and it pisses me off even more to know my suspicions are the truth, so it's time for me to air it out, from my perspective.
Ok, so what's this all about? I will use no names, actual or otherwise, mostly to protect the identity of the accused, and of the innocent. These people, and those involved in the whole scenario know who they are, but since I am very sly and know how to use my words without actually mentioning a name on a public website, I have it all over the nitwit who drives a school bus for a living. My opinion is that maybe he should listen to the he drives around all day instead of texting on his cell phone, he might actually learn something, or he's too stupid to even fathom the thought of thinking in the first place. Unreal how I can do that even when my nic was slandered in public, but I took care of that right away, didn't I? Yeah, I do have some morals amazingly. My superior intellect and how I look at things from a different perspective instead of the norm assures me that what I have to say is usually taken one of two ways, either I'm twisted and dillusional or I'm 100%+ abso-fucking-lutely correct. I take the latter, since I've had quite a bit of time to digest all that which has taken place over 4-5 months, while looking from afar in another state.
Those involved in the situation and who know of it will mostly keep their opinions to themselves, mostly bordering on supporting the one I accuse of being who he isn't. OK, so I let half of who it is out of the bag in the last paragraph, yeah, it's a male, or someone who shouldn't even be entitled to be called a man in the first place. That's my opinion and I have all the evidence in the world to back it up. Again, obviously those who have known him for a while will point fingers at me saying I'm starting something, when in fact, what I'm supposedly starting has been going on for a while, yet those who will defend the "dude" are nothing more than his mere "followers" so to speak. But, since I am who I am, I'll go on anyways.
I've never liked people who say they are one person and then end up being someone totally different. I fully admitted that I am an asshole in a previous blog, and, well, I am. But am I? For speaking my mind? For calling out something I don't like? To you, who considers me an asshole, thank you very much, and I am as real as I say I am. I'm not some jerk who became a member of AsianMatchMate.com to score girls, no way, and I carry that into an open chat room as well. Please, I don't need to stoop to the point of trying to score someone who isn't who they say they are in a fucking chat room.
Now, this "dude" I've spoken of, I can't stand because he isn't who he says he is, at all. Funny thing is that, as I said before, I have the proof to back up how much of an arrogant jerk he really is. What evidence? Well, that's for me to know, and you to know if I feel you're worthy of the information. I knew this back in September, how much of a total lying sack of crap he is, but no one would listen to me, not even my own estranged significant other. Why wouldn't she listen to me? That's because I was in a state of mind at that point where no matter what I said, she wanted to prove otherwise because I was being a mean, nasty person. She wanted to get away from my behavior, which is totally understandable, but what wasn't taken into account was what happened the night before I drove her to meet this karaoke singing, wanna-be biker shithead.
A friend of mine, who is female, was to have an outing with the "man" the night before. That didn't turn out so well because for whatever reason, she backed out of it. Why? Maybe it was because she wasn't comfortable with him. Shocker. This lady is a very good friend of mine who is who she says she is and no less. But how did I end up driving my SO to meet this no good "dude"? Plans for a weekend away were "changed" three days before, and I knew something was up, and it didn't sound right, but in order to try and keep the peace, I went with it, quite possibly a big mistake? Maybe, but it was just the beginning. They say there's a significant "turning point" in time. That weekend in September was it.
To make this part of the long story short, it ended up her and I split, mostly over who it was that I became, but also for who it was she was seeing. I moved away to Connecticut and she ended up moving in with "Mr. Wonderful." Why? Because he has a motorcycle, and can sing karaoke, and he's good hearted, and he needs a friend. Ha, yeah, right. Along with her moving in with him, my is also living in the same house as the idiot, meaning him. This has me cause for concern, and as it should, because this warm, kind hearted "dude" is nothing but something less than a snake in the grass. He is almost everything I was last year and still has the audacity to call me a "wife beater".
I never grill my or even ask them questions about what goes on 40 miles to the east in another state. Any information I get is told to me by them without giving them the third degree. I was accused of beating up my wife. Did I smack her? Yeah, I did. Hell, I've admitted to it and publicly apologized for it on numerous occasions. The fact this jackoff can't even say he's sorry sure as hell makes him less of a man than he could ever accuse me of being.
If she wanted to go out, I let her. If she wanted to go away for a weekend to wherever, I let her, I drove her to meet the fuckwad, remember? Even though I expressed my dissaproval of the whole situation and to the point of being nasty about it. Hell, I even drove her to stay with him on a nightly basis. What the hell kind of guy would do that? You tell me? And I get accused of being a jerk, go figure. Now, the "dude" gets jealous if she even talks to anyone, IM's anybody, texts somebody and gets all pissed off if she spends time with her own who don't live with her now. Saying "Hi" to a memeber of the opposite sex gets him all flustered, even back in September when they were "dating", insecurity, jealousy and just plain assholistic behavior in my book. He even gets pissy if she talks to me about our sons. As a matter of plain fact, she has every right to talk to me, about anything and everything, even if it doesn't have to do with our . I never got angry about those things, not one bit, ever. I always let her be her own person and do what made her happy in order to try and keep our marriage alive. Boy, did I fail, and yeah, I have the guts to say that, and I did.
The whole thing is that, yes, I'm directing this to you, "dude", if you've actually had the stones to read AND understand what it is I'm conveying unto you. You haven't got the balls to even talk to me, be it in IM, text, on the phone or face to face. As far as what you said, you'd slap me into the middle of next week is nothing but a lie too. If you did, I'd own your motorcycle but then send it back to you as a box of parts after I broadsided it with a truck. You are nothing but a spineless jelly-fish who can't even reveal to the world your true self. You've already fought with her, called her names and that's just as bad as raising a hand to her and you know it, but unlike me, you'll never admit that you've done those things, especially not to me, you shitwad. Concerning my little boy, you have absoultely no right to even have any decision regarding anything about him. Just because you have a yourself with another woman (surprise THAT didn't last) does NOT make you a parent by ANY means whatsoever. He is MY , not yours and you have absolutely NO say in what goes on with him regarding school, where he goes or what he does. So get that through your thick, fat head once and for all. althoug I it might be difficult with the plates in your skull. Maybe next time the driver who whacks you on the road will finish the job.
Is all that true? Yeah, it is, and I'll tell you, and all your "friends", this. You accused me of doing what I did, and as a matter of fact, I admitted to it and apologized for it, as I said before. Those who know I did took it one of two ways, they either praised me for admitting it or they shunned because I did it. The ones that cast me away because I did what I did, they don't matter to me anyways. I'd just assume they drop off the face of the earth since I won't miss them one iota, just like you. The ones that did, know how you are and know what a TRUE asswipe you really are. The sad thing is that she didn't realize it until you two decided to shack up and she found out the hard way. And that's the honesty from me. My opinion, for the most part, of what I say, reigns true. Even if I acted like I did last year, the bottom line is I was right about you the whole time. You're nothing but an insecure, jealous, fat-assed fuckwad who can't even stand up to me, the little skinny runt. Amazing how I can judge people, it's called a first impression. What you did and said to the other lady in September was 100% totally wrong, but you'll never say you're sorry for it, because you're a douchebag. Now, you've shown your true colors, nitwit, and I'm here waiting in the wings to watch you fall on your ass, and when you do, I'll be laughing MY ass off at it. I dealt with it for 20 years, you can't even deal with it for 6 months. I pity you, you pathetic fool.
The bottom line is that no matter who people say they are, most of the time it's a smokescreen so they can get whatever it is they want for themselves. I will say this about me. Who it is I am in a chat room is who I am in real life. I call it like I see it and I'll tell you when I don't like you and the reason why. Admitting to oneself to being an asshole is one of the first steps to admitting to the world who you really are.
So, tell me "scooter-boy", are you really "smarter than a fifth grader?" The riding your bus will probably disagree with your answer, "yes". Eight years on a sex site and no dates also says it all for who you are and what you're all about. The bottom line is I was, am, and ALWAYS WILL BE better than you could ever imagine being.
God Must Love Stupid People, He Allowed You To Be Born.
Robby Who
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A Time To Realize.....What, Where, When, Why and Who
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Posted:May 7, 2008 9:47 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2008 9:46 pm
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I am "Who" I am, take it for what's it's worth....or not.
Some people want to think of me as an asshole, a loser, hell, I've even been told I was the black sheep in a family of geniuses. Why? Because I speak my mind? Granted with a little less tact than most. But I have the ability to see what's wrong and call it or whomever out on it. Why? Because I put a dream of Florida on hold unknowingly due to my depression and despair? Beacause I tried to drown it out with an intake of alcohol? Does it bother me? Well, yeah, because those assumptions are coming from people who either don't know the real me or haven't a concept of what life is all about. Mostly they are the ones who place blame on everyone and everything else for what it is that's wrong in their lives. Go figure. I have the ability to explain myself and am able to use the words of the English language to a much higher degree than most. Most of all, I can say I'm sorry and take responsibility for my actions. There's been a time recently where I didn't even know what I was doing or who I hurt. I've realized what that has cost me. Am I crying poor me? Some will think so. Take it for what's it's worth. Problem is, some of you reading this won't grasp the concept of what it is I'm trying to say, or even care. Not to worry. If you're one of those people, I probably don't like you anyways and I probably have proof to back up the fact that you aren't liked for who you are, only what you can do for someone else's gain.
I made mistakes in my life. I left a decent paying job 2 years ago because of personal issues. I think that was the catalyst that started my downward spiral into the depths of depression, but I never recognized it. It was a job in which I made a decent paycheck, a job that I had power but never abused it, a job where people looked up to me for help and advice, and a place that I commanded a lot of respect and got it from mostly everyone, even though I never sought it out. When I left, I found myself too busy trying to find something that was missing not knowing it was in front of me and never realizing I abandoned it in the first place. I didn't even know depression had set in and within a short amount of time, I was pretty much losing everything I had worked for over my life, not to mention lashing out at my family and friends. I lost my , I lost my self respect, I lost respect from others, I lost my dignity, I lost interest in racing, I lost interest in my beloved Monte Carlo SS, I was losing everything that was near and dear to me and I did nothing about it except crack open that bottle and try to erase the pain of whatever it was that causing the hurt inside. Then when I was someone who I wasn't because of the liquor, I hurt those people who loved me the most, emotionally, and physically. I got arrested for assault but I didn't care. I became the person who I hated, who I despised, who I didn't want to be, and I didn't know why, and I didn't care at that point. Maybe it was because my were growing up, maybe it was because I'm getting older, maybe it was because of something I didn't even know happened. Only after I lost my wife of almost 20 years to someone else and not chase her and get her back did I do something about it. I moved away to forget, and to try and figure it all out, leaving everything and everyone I knew from the past in the wake of my taillights.
With help from 2 friends who have stuck by me, who know of my past and what I've done so horribly wrong, I've been able to piece things back together slowly. I didn't look for help, they saw I needed it and helped me. I stopped drinking, but I felt I had to abandon talking to some people because when I did speak with them over the first few weeks of leaving, even my own , the hurt came back, the anger returned and I started regressing back to who I was trying to escape from. The fact that I stopped talking to my was a part of the abandonment, I had to seperate myself from them for a while. The memories of them being born, growing up and becoming adults was too overwhelming, I couldn't deal with it, I didn't want to deal with it. I had to shove all those memories and feelings deep into the back of my heart and head so I could move forward with getting myself back on track. The process hurt them even more than I but it was something I needed to do. Only lately have I been able to go through the boxes I packed and brought with me, the pictures, the letters, the cards and the incidental pieces of the past, when I was happier, only to have some of the memories come flooding back in a river of tears.
Settling in a small Connecticut town brought back even more memories, but ones of my youth, good memories. I frequently visited my cousins over the summer in a small town in Massachusetts. When I was old enough to drive and had my own car, job and money, I visited more often. It was a great place to unwind, have fun, get crazy, party and enjoy life as young adults. There were no computers, cell phones, even cable TV was a non-existant there 25 years ago, hard to believe. It was a place of peace and tranquility. This little town in Connecticut is the same kind of place. Quiet, friendly people and the small town atmosphere. I like it here. After living in the city for all those years, other than the MedFlight that might come in, I don't miss the sirens and the noise. The P&W freight train comes through 2 or 3 times a night, but it creates an even more sense of calmness, something I never found in Fall River Massachusetts. If it's one thing I am glad of, it's getting away from that place. The problem is, I still haven't adjusted to the quietness of the night and sleep is sometimes difficult, bordering on impossible in some instances.
I've been told I gave up my dreams and goals in life, again mostly by people who don't know me for who I am, but those people don't matter to me one bit. If they did at one time, they don't anymore. I still have that dream of leaving New England for good and going to Florida. I can't stand the cold and snow, I'd rather sweat than freeze. But for me to get there will take some time, but I will get there without the help of anyone, only me. Hell, my supposed best friend let me down not once, but 3 times, but I got "Miss Monte", my beloved Monte Carlo SS, here to Connecticut without his help. It proved that no matter how much you think you have friends that you can depend on through thick and thin or can confide in, one lets you down to the point of you not speaking to them for a very long time. No great loss at all. There's just some shit you have to do yourself, or it doesn't get done.
I don't hate people as a whole, with the exception of one individual. I hate what it is they do, what they say about others and granted I'm guilty of it just as much as the next person. We are human, we are bound to make mistakes, we are bound to judge and we all have our own opinions about everyone and everything. I will say this, my opinions and judgement are based on what it is I have seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears and from what people have said of their experiences with anything or anyone, but I will get the whole story before I make a decision on the latter. I don't like heresay and I can't stand listening to those who think that everything has to be done for them, and when it is done for them, they still gripe about it. I could give a crap about how bad your childhood was, or what has happened to you in the past if it was something you thought was wrong. But my views on subjects such as this has been called into question time and time again. I've been called twisted and dillusional and downright mean and nasty. Why? Because I speak the truth? Because I speak my mind and give my opinion? Those who look at the world through rose colored glasses are the likely candidates for thinking I'm way off base for what it is I feel, say or believe. Maybe they should take a look in the mirror and see how others view them as a person. I've done that quite often over the last few months. I didn't like what I saw. I've started to remember what it is that makes me tick, and going back in time to rediscover what it is that makes me happy. I've dug up a few of those recently and have a greater appreciation for them now. Funny thing is, they were always there, they never left as if they were waiting for me to return, and I did, this year.
Racing, Modified Racing, NASCAR Modified Racing. One thing that I always loved but somehow got pushed to the side 2 years ago. Why? I don't know. Going back to the racetrack in April renewed that love of those ground-pounding 700 horsepower machines. Going over the wall carrying tires on a pit stop reaffirmed that love of the sport, and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. You know nothing at that point you go over that wall, just the focus on the job at hand, get that tire on as fast as you can but be aware of the danger that surrounds you. The high it gives me is more than that of a drink and it lasts all race long, hopefully a lifetime. I'm back with the same modified team I was with 3 years ago. The owners and the crew are happy to have me back. The fact that I was recognized by so many people when I walked through that garage area and had to stop and chat made me realize I was missed and cared about. That in itself was more inspiring than a minister's sermon, and boy did it feel good.
Along with racing, I've also focused some attention to getting my beloved SS up to snuff. I wanted that car so bad when I was younger and I got it. Then I left her behind too. Why? I don't know. Just another product of depression, I lost interest in her and racing. She needs a lot of work, but she's worth every penny and ounce of sweat I can pour into her. She's big, fast, mean, nasty, loud and tempermental. She was a spoiled bitch and now she's even more pissed because she was neglected and I can understand why. She has a mind of her own and when she doesn't want to go, she won't go. That's her, but I love her more than I did before and she needs my attention. She's getting it, she deserves it. That car is one of a kind and the very symbol of my persona, not some little 4 door sedan, but a loud brash take no prisoners type of car, like me. I speak my mind, remember? The world doesn't like her kind, or me, because we don't conform to society and the mass way of thinking or acting. And that's fine by me. Gasoline at $4.00 a gallon for her again is worth every penny, and she'll get it.
I've been told by a wonderful friend that I have to be happy with myself before I can be happy with my life. I've spent countless sleepless nights thinking about what it is that makes me happy. I found that racing never failed to make me happy, even if I cast it away for a couple of years. Miss Monte makes me happy, and working on her makes me even more so, even if GM couldn't figure out which bolts to use on whatever. Being in Connecticut makes me happy, it's quiet, peaceful and tranquil here, and it allows me to think about my life, where I've been, where I'm going and how I'll get there, be it physically, mentally or emotionally. Reflection is a necessity of life, you learn from your mistakes and move on trying not to repeat them. I've repeated them, but only because I was in a wrong state of mind when I did. I've done my best to forgive and forget. The forgetting part is the tough one. Everytime I open a box, it's hard to forget. Everytime I'm someplace and see or hear something from my past be it a happy thought or a heart wrenching one, it's hard to forget. I do my best to bury it and toss it away, only to have it resurface later that night and wake me out of a sound sleep. Forgiving is easy not to do. There have been a few that have crossed my path and I won't forgive. I'll exact my revenge on those who screwed me over with the notion that someday they will need something from me. It's already happened, but there is one I will never, ever forgive. That person knows who they are and I have every right to hate, abhorr and despise him. Just my feeling on that, no matter how twisted and dillusional it might be. Too bad.
I will say though that I am the best in my own eyes, no matter what it is that I said or did wrong. I am cool, I am loud, I am brash, I am brazen, and I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. I will not back down from a fight, be it verbal or physical, whether I'm wrong or right and I'm not concerned about the odds against me. In the end I will win, you will lose should you make the choice to engage in battle. I will say what I want to say about anything or anyone and I will give you my opinion. I will critisize, I will offer advice and I will point out bad things that are said and done. I will get in your face when you've done me wrong but I will cast you aside when I don't like you anymore because of what you did or said to me, or to someone else I care about that is wrong. I do have the power to forgive, I also posses the power to forget. Whether I use them on whomever or whatever is my decision and mine alone. I will not conform to your wishes if they will hurt me physically or emotionally. I've been down that road and it's bumpy, I've seen the movie and I don't like the ending. This story is getting a new chapter, be it non-fiction or make-believe is not for you to decipher, it is mine to write. How you read into the words is your own opinion. But don't get on my case because it is something you don't like. You can always close the book or change the channel. But I can be caring and trustworthy, amazingly. It's my fault I violated that trust and love over a period of time. That part I have no one to blame, but myself. It's time to move on and get on with my life. If I'm lucky I have 40 years left on this planet and there's a lot of places I want to go and things I want to do and experience before I die. Whether you choose to support me or cast me away is your decision, just like I'd do with you.
So, am I a better person than I was 2 years ago? A year ago? 6 months ago? Yeah, I am, better but not near 100 percent. It's faster to fall off the top of the mountain than to climb it. Some have thrown the rope down to help me up the cliff while others have tried to push me back over the edge. For those who are pulling the rope, thank you very much. For those of you trying to kick me off the summit, if I'm going back down, I'm taking you with me, all the way to the bottom, then I'll leave you there just like those who crossed me in the past, and it'll hurt you a hell of a lot more than it will me. That I promise you.
I may run into you along the road somewhere. If you need help, I'll be there. If I don't like you, I'll make sure Miss Monte kicks up the dirt in your face as she drives past you stuck in the breakdown lane. Other than that, I'll see you on the other side.....in 40 or so years, then you'll remember why I didn't stop to help you along that lonely stretch of life's highway long ago.
Just remember me for who I am, not what I've been described as. Because, you know what? I'll remember you, for a long time to come.
I really am sorry, for everything I did wrong.
Robby Who....aka MrGoodwrench
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Objects In Mirror WILL Be Closer Than They Appear....
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Posted:Apr 24, 2008 9:30 am
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Just had to rehash some of these little ditties, and they're all still true..... The ones marked with "**" are new or updated.
There's not much good on television anymore, that's why I don't watch it very often.
Why does every new car look alike? Hell, they're all jelly beans, pick a color.
And why are most of them silver or grey? What the hell happened to color?
According to the Insurance Institute, most accidents involve grey or silver cars, duhhhh, go figure.
NASCAR racing isn't what it used to be, but the NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour is the freakin' bomb baby!!!
** I've gone back to crewing the Brady #00 in 2008.
Most tow operators today couldn't use a sling, even if they tried.
Why is it the more powerful you are in a company, the less you know and the more you get paid?
Rhode Island can't maintain their roads for shit, let alone figure out how to plow snow.
If the chance of getting a red light is 50%, a green light 40% and a yellow light 10%, with that kind of luck, I should be winning the lottery half the time I play it, I get almost every fucking red light and those that aren't red, are yellow.
How many different radio frequencies are there anyways?
The morning show on 94.1 in Providence is the best one going.
Sex is overrated, if you don't believe it, I hear the longest bridge in the world is for sale, right after they finish fixing it.
I've driven on every mile of Interstate 95, from Houlton ME to Miami FL, but not in one trip.
The city of Boston sucks, I stay away from that town whenever possible. Can you say gridlock every weekday morning?
Most women are shallow and looking for guys with money. If you have the cash, dick size does not come into play whatsoever.
I thought I knew how to get around Rhode Island, but I'm sadly mistaken.
And why does that state have a turnpike authority? There's only one toll bridge in the Ocean State. Boy, I'd like to be in charge of that department.
** Fuck Massachusetts and Rhode Island, Connecticut, here I come in 2008!!! (and I'm HERE!!!)
I smoke cigarettes, fuck you, I pay more taxes than you so shut up about it.
Did I fall in love with the girl first? or the town she lives in? God, I hate the city.
When was the last time you saw a new car with chrome bumpers?
If you think going to a swingers party is a guaranteed way to get laid, think again. Unless you're a girl.
White men aged 18-45 are the most discrimminated race on the planet, especially in the United States.
If marriage is a sacred "institution", I should have been hospitalized years ago.
I miss my grandfather a lot.
The yuppies outpriced themselves out of Boston and fucked up the real estate market for the rest of New England.
It snows a lot in Buffalo NY.
The Patriots are an awesome team now, where the hell were they back in the 80's?
The price of a ticket for a Red Sox game is fucking stupid, let alone how much it will cost you to park.
Connecticut has some of the best maintained roads and bridges in the country, hello Rhode Island, are you listening?
I've come to despise songs by Meat Loaf.
Bring back 80's HAIR METAL!!!!!
I love my 1987 Chevrolet Monte Carlo SS Aerocoupe, affectionately known as "Miss Monte".
It's called fast food for a reason. At my age, I still love Big Macs, but it'll come out as fast as it goes in.
How many Dunkin' Donuts shops can you fit in a one mile radius?
And if there are that many? Why do I have to wait more than 3 minutes for a cup of coffee?
If you constantly use the drive-thru, chances are you need exercise, get out and walk in the place.
Plus, it should be called a drive-up, not a drive-thru.
Why is it every time I bought AA batteries, they dissapeared?
It takes more than twenty minutes to get from Fall River MA to Providence RI, I timed it, but I'm a liar. I have no idea where I'm going or how long it takes to get there, especially if it involves the State of Rhode Island, remember?
** I wonder how long it takes to get from Cranston to Providence?
Guilty until proven innocent, that's my motto.
I hate butternut squash, and that's all I'll say about that.
Is the Big Dig over yet? I hate Boston, I told you that a while ago.
There's Portugese food available in Connecticut, trust me on this because I found it.
The state tree of Rhode Island is the Red Maple.
AsianMatchMate.com is a pain in the ass, for all the $$$$ you gold and silver members pay, links should work.
I love the "click" of my Zippo. Now what the hell did I do with it?
Ya, I smoke, just reminding you of that fact.
Older ladies know "it" won't break, that's why they make the best lovers.
And they better have natural breasts. If I wanted to suck on silicone, I'd open a tube of Permatex.
Permatex is a silicone gasket maker by the way.
Boy, Chrysler is still building shit cars, will they ever learn?
If you don't have a hand operated can opener, what will you do when the power goes out?
Disney World is overrated.
How much for a large popcorn at the movies? WTF???
Why is it that we spend 1/2 an hour looking for a remote when we could just change the friggin' channel and THEN look for the remote?
And I got criticized for MY driving?
Whoever came up with the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder" was on some serious drugs.
There were no "good old days", ask your parents.
Nevermind 8-tracks, can you still buy new cassettes anymore?
An ALBUM is a vinyl disc you played on a record player, and it spun at 33 1/3 RPM's.
I can read an analog clock, that's one with a face and hands.
Midnight to Noon is morning, Noon to 6PM is afternoon, 6PM to Midnight is Evening or Night.
Nevermind a 3, 4, 5 or 6 on the floor, I can drive a 3 in the tree.
I know where reverse is on a mid-90's Volkswagen Jetta too.
AND I know what the red button on the shifter in a truck is for too.
Boxes can hold a lot of stuff if you pack them right.
Has anybody seen a typewriter lately? Or a phone booth?
Glass is made of sand.
I've been called the "CIA of Music", but what the hell do I know about it?
Unlike some big burly guys, I can change a flat tire. Wimps, get out and change it yourself, pussies.
The 1968 Dodge Dart had reverse threads on the lug studs on the driver's side. I know this from experience, don't question me on that.
Styrofoam does not decompose, but it melts if you pour gasoline on it.
Frosted Pop Tarts are flammable, this I know also from experience.
When placed face down in the parking lot, an automotive air bag will climb 50 feet in the air when deployed.
Rick James is DEAD, bitch.
Trees are made of wood, except for those plastic palms in the mall that are in buckets.
I'm packin', and I know it, too bad it's attatched to a bigger dick according to some.
I still hold grudges from 25 years ago. I'll still hold those and new ones for 25 more.
Does "light" beer weigh less than "regular" beer?
Plus, ever notice that there's "igh" in the middle of "light"?
Ranks right up there with "light" cigarettes. If your going to kill yourself smoking tobacco, do it right.
New Year's Eve is "amateur" night. I stay in and watch the ball drop from "home".
Most people can't drive for shit sober, nevermind drunk.
I am non-denominational, I belive in God. Fuck organized religion.
Did you know that 9 out of 10 experts could give a shit what the other 1 thinks?
The day you stop learning is the day you die.
There's only one black cat that can cross my path and not give me the creeps, now get off my pillow.
Yes, there is life on other planets, it's called AsianMatchMate.com.
Turn signals are NOT an option. USE THEM.
Remember, no matter how good she looks, someone, somewhere is tired of putting up with her shit. Just remember that.
I have been to the top of the World Trade Center (that was before it fell down).
I've also been in the torch of the Statue of Liberty, back in 1986.
Anybody who "loves New York" the city, should have their head examined. Upstate is beautiful, except for the snow from August to July.
South of the Border in South Carolina is cool.
Speaking of the South, I know why Southerners are so damn slow, it's too fucking HOT down there. They're actually smarter than we are up here and they have manners too.
I hate flying in commercial airliners, but a crop duster is the shit!!!
"In a minute" means in 60 seconds, not 60 minutes, get it right.
A couple is 2, a few is 3 to 5, a half a dozen is 6, a half a dozen plus a couple is 8, I've given you the examples, now figure out the rest for yourself.
If you want something, be straghtforward and specific, don't keep me guessing, this ain't a game show.
When you can't find something, don't ask me to look for it, I hate being accused of doing something I didn't do. Oh, wait, guilty until proven innocent.
Cigarettes are cheaper in New Hampshire, NOT Connecticut. New Hampshire is north, not west.
I hate being asked a question and then being questioned on my answer. Besides, if you only want to hear an answer that you want to hear and not MY answer? ask someone else to get your satisfaction.
Yes, I believe in ghosts.
At 22 years old, that still can't figure out shit for himself.
** Wear a fuckin' helmet when you ride a motorcycle. Fuck that "wind in my hair" crap. Better yet, don't so when you wreck, I can laugh my ass off.
** I still hate the state of Rhode Island.
** I still hate Meat Loaf Tunes, and the karaoke singer who impersonates him.
** He's just as big and ugly as Meat Loaf was in the 70's. Coincidence he likes Meat Loaf tunes? Nope.
** I'm an asshole for speaking my mind. Because the rest of the country won't, that's why we're where we are today.
** Thank God it's Spring.
** I love Connecticut by the way.
** Don't wait for me, you got what you wanted. That's my final answer.
** I'm twisted and dillusional, but because I tell you how I feel, I'm a jerk. Go figure.
I have a lot more of these to share, trust me. I'm just adding to the list as the time goes on. George Carlin for President.....
MrGoodwrench.
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A New State...Not Only Of Mind, But Of Residence.....
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Posted:Apr 20, 2008 4:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2008 3:38 pm
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Moving Out, Moving Up and Moving On....
Ahhh, moving. Done it enough over the last 20 years. I hate moving. It's not the big stuff, but the little stuff, you know? The "stuff" that you need? Like clothes....and STUFF. God, I hate stuff. George Carlin did an entire comedy show based on "A Place For Your Stuff". We all have too much stuff, some of which I like to call "baggage". We all have stuff and baggage, we just have to figure out which is which and put it in its proper place.
For me, stuff is clothes and everyday items along with some not-so everyday items, like my camera, tools and roll-a-way, pictures, books, magazines and stupid knick-knacks I brought with me two states over. Going through the items before I left Massachusetts wasn't such an easy thing to do. What to take, what to leave behind, what to give away, what to throw out and I did a lot of that with a lot of my stuff.
What I took with me to Connecticut were things that were near and dear to me, my uncle's desk that I had since I was 10, a table from my grandmother's house, my Craftsman and Snap-On tools and the rollaway, pictures of my and me and my die-cast race cars. Along with those, the most endearing possesion is "Miss Monte", my 1987 Monte Carlo SS Aerocoupe. And that's all I wanted to bring with me. Pack light was my thought, not because I want to be a nomad, just the realization that I don't need all that stuff, some of which I don't want for personal reasons and can be tossed into the dumpster. I don't need the memories, I have enough in my brain to haunt me for the rest of my life.
So, start over, at 43, I like a challenge. Bring it on and it's been a challenge so far. Getting my stuff here has been an adventure. my supposed best friend said he'd help me get "Miss Monte" out here to Connecticut. Nope. Didn't work out, for whatever reason. No problem, I have more outlets in my arsenal, and a phone call to someone in the transport industry I know and she's picked up and brought here to me, no damage and earlier than was arranged. What I learned is that it's not a good thing to keep many friends, eventually they'll screw you over, and why I don't do favors, for anyone.
Even though being in another place is great, I still have to deal with issues from where it was I came and then some. My parents still live back in Massachusetts and my grandmother, who is 93, is in a nursing home not far from Mom and Dad too, so I go back as often as I can to see them. Navigating the process of seperation and divorceis going to be one hell of a challenge but I have no problem dealing with it. and this is where what some folks call "baggage" comes in.
, three of them I created over 20 years. Am I proud that I did? Yes I am, I love my , even if I'm not speaking to my oldest, who's girlfriend I have an issue with, and my youngest who lives with mom and someone else who I don't particulary like, at all. Go ahead and call me selfish and an evil, rotten bastard, Go so far as to call me a terrible father, I have been, and by people who don't even know me, their only judgement coming from one side of the story, but be that as it may, I am who I am, but before you have the audacity to judge my character or who it is that I am based on a one sided conversation, I strongly suggest that you look in the mirror and try and look at yourself from someone else's perspective. Are you just as terrible as I am? Yeah, you are, even if you're too blind to see it the way others do. I've accepted how people judge me and I could honestly care less how they do. In one of my blogs on my former profile, I explained myself and apologized for what I did. Remember, it takes two to tango. Enough said on that issue. Move on.
As far as a state of mind? Hell, I'm better off here where I am now. Part of the reason is that I removed myself from where it was I didn't like and the fact that I took the initiative to do it. And because I did that, I'm an asshole for doing it. Who cares. Hell, I'm an asshole for setting my profile on another website to private, but someone else isn't. I guess they're just better than me, not. As far as the swinging lifestyle? That shit can take a hike as all it did was ruin what I had thought I worked for. That was a somewhat stupid decision to make, but in some cases it wasn't since I met some good people, but along with the good comes the bad, that's what made it difficult to deal with and what was the ultimate ending to a 20 year relationship.
How do I feel about it? Well, a lot of people know, some of those who are friends with me and some who are friends with her, some who are friends with both of us, know the story, but not the whole story. The ending is that I moved to Connecticut to go away and I'm not sorry for doing that at all. I've refocused what it is that I want out of the rest of my life and going back to the track, playing with race cars and racing is one of them. So far I've succeeded on that aspect and it's brought me great pleasure to be around people again who enjoy the same things I like, and like me for me, as a person and the knowledge I posses of the sport. I missed that over 2 years and it's great to be back and know everyone missed me. That's a great state of mind to be in, to be appreciated for who it is you are, what it is you know and not have your answers questioned over and over again. We all have questions to ask and questions to answer. I just got tired of answering the questions only to be questioned on the answers, even if I had the evidence to back them up.
Let Life Begin Again....And Make All Left Hand Turns, Unless I Run On A Road Course.
MrGoodwrench....Start Your Engine!!!!
TY Journey
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