As expected, I didn’t make it to midnight last night. Didn’t even try – I went to bed at about 9:30. Midnight is right in the middle of my first 3-hour sleep cycle, befor I get up to take a leak at 1:00, so I really didn’t want to be awake for it. Besides, I’ve seen the ball drop before and it’s really not that big a thrill. Plus Ryan Seacrest is no Dick Clark (I actually have no idea who Ryan Seacrest is – I’ve heard the name but have no idea what he’s “famous” for. Is he one of these American Idol made up celebrity things). And I rarely have a clue who these so-called music acts they have on are. Not that I was a big fan of Guy Lombardo, either.
Anyhow, I guess this is the official end of the holiday season. Thank goodness ML King day is coming soon – I already need a day off. I mean, other than today and tomorrow.
Between the warmish weather, fox piss/cayenne pepper spray, and bags of balsam oil, we hadn’t seen any mice around here for a while. But with the return of the cold weather, we got two yesterday and two more this morning. It’s my hope that the stinky bags (actually, they smell pretty good – the fox piss, not so much. Much better to spray that outside and god help you if the wind shifts ‘cuz that stuff will burn your lungs and make you want to puke) are driving any interlopers toward the one spot where I have traps and that they’re staying out of everything else.
I’m not, by nature, a bloodthirsty individual and would really rather not kill them. I’ve tried to make it clear that I would prefer they stay away, but sometimes it feel like I’m Leiningen and they’re the ants. Next thing you know I’ll be digging a moat and filling it with gasoline.
I’m not one for setting New Year’s resolutions (because I know myself all too well), but this year I have outlined what I hope are easy to attain “goals” for myself, mostly because I think I’m at the point where if I don’t change something, I’m looking at a much shorter lifespan. And in the event that the Republicans don’t completely fuck up my retirement plans, I’d like to live long enough to collect my pension and Social Security. So I guess I’ll see how I do over the long haul.
Oh well, time for some more coffee and then I can put my replacement water heater timer in (goal #1 – I told ya I’m going for the low-hanging fruit).
Enjoy the parades. And the bowl games (they still have those, right?).
Mike and I made it to midnight, wished each other a happy new year, and went to bed. Hope everyone has a healthy, happy 2015!
You know, this is way off topic — whatever the topic is that we’re on. I have the hots (some fervent shit) for a reporter, and it’s only going to get me in trouble. I have to keep myself from dirtying up her Facebook page every day. Flippin’ terrible. The last few weeks I’ve been all over her pictures like glue. I’m sure her and the news team are well aware of what I’m angling for. Guess I gotta lay low for a bit, so I don’t arouse too much suspicion.
Oh, right. Happy New Year!
Oh my goodness, I just dirtied up her Facebook page with my filth. I’m in so much trouble! Gotta find a place to hide right about now.
Now, just replace Hamster Huey with my favorite reporter’s name (I’m not namin’ names). Surely on the next newscast she’ll be a little different, maybe a little more straight or maybe even shoot me a sign — the finger perhaps, IDK. I can almost guarantee I’m on the “Do not respond” list on Facebook.
Farewell to Mario Cuomo. I always thought that you were one of the good ones. Your demon spawn makes me wonder.
Mario Cuomo was a good and decent man. How he produced and raised Andrew proves that parenting only goes so far.
I blame the mother.
Nah, I blame his ex girlfriends. My exes crippled me.
So long, Ellie May.
I’m retiring from the blog.
Since we are in a hillbilly state of mind, I guess I will note the passing of an old favorite, Little Jimmy Dickens, a Country music star from West Virginia known to snap off a novelty tune now and then. Right up my holler!
http://youtu.be/UIF1g5bRXiQ
Meet the new gov, same as the younger gov.
This was a good read.
What was it like to be on the set of the Colbert Report for the last episode?
It either was or I will do anything to avoid my issues at hand.