Good Moanin friends, neighbors, and wild screamin naked natives....
Wakey Wakey... Hope everyone finds something to laugh and smile about today.
I can't expect anyone to imagine, how hard it is sometimes for me to mantain a sane mind. I don't have any pain meds... all I ever was scripted was motrin 800mg three times a day. No they didn't stop the pain. After a few years side effects were just undescribalee....
There was also 600mg tyrenol tyrnol and muscle relaxers, and anti-depressants, I got to hand it to the VA, they sure like to experiment with the meds. I had kidney stones three years in a row.. that's no fun home alone, screamin and peein... sorry...didnt really mean to go too far..
Any way, now days, I have to just tuff it out through all the pain. I seem to be loosin ground. Frankly I don't much give a flyin ratz #@% any more. I don't even come online other than to just vent out my frustrations.
I do enjoy the support I recieve here and there, I notice less and less these days, guess I'm an old bore... Old boar...lol
It's kinda funny, cause I don't much feel like I fit in any where I go. Always on the outside lookin in, feelin like I'm a burden on those I love and care about.
My oldest son say why don't I ask for help... Why should I have to ask. He knows I have physcal problem, always somekind of excuse when i do ask so I think yeah rite... gotta love em...
Like gettin help with the dishes lol.
I try to think about some of the more joyful times of my childhood. Then I see just the opposite in the memeory... Like in Mississippi, as a child around 5 years of age.
We lived in a swamp called Long Lake, its on the Mississippi River, next to Kings Island. Any body around Vicksburt can show ya where it is, out behind Le something other lumber, any who. back when I was just a lad, chasin snakes and frogs thru the neighbor hood. This big fogger truck would come through every so often to spray for the skitters.
The whole dang neighborhood was like in a cloud, this stuff hung around for a few minutes, and me and all the kids in the neighborhood would go run thru this fogg and just have a gay old time... just like the flintstones... Kinda makes ya wonder don't it..
Would you allow ya kids to play in the insecticide fogg...
Russ's believe it or knot...
There were these snakes we call blue runners, I don't remember it they were actually blue, but hey they would run... and if you chased em long enought they'd turn and start to chase you. They were some kind of like grass snake, I wasn't to scared of snakes back then. Heck in Texas I once caught a bunch of baby snake, turned out to be little rattlers without the rattle... boy was I lucky I didn't get bit. Okay I gave myself the chills... nuff this stuff,
Sometime I think I just talk to hear myself pop... yeah pop. that's the sound it makes when I pull my foot outta my mouth and change feet.
Oh maybe you thought it came from pullin my head outta some other place... well maybe.
be known to happen.
All I ever wanted out of life is to not be needin...
to own my own piece of dirt, small comfortable home...
Healthy happy children, (so far so good)
A soul mate that would stick thru thick and thin...
I guess one out of three aint all bad...
At least at this time all four children are healthy, three seem to be happy and the fourth one she's a progress in the works... bless her heart...
Well maybe I'll make another day. Gonna go spend my food stamps today. All 16 dollars worth in one place... yeah I gotta go check with the bank to see if the county gave me my 68 dollars worth of child support check. STATE GIVEOF, THE COUNTY TAKEOF AWAY..
gotta go on the 24 and begg for medicaid for Doyle one more years... then when he hits eighteen it all come to a halt..
Maybe I can travel round and live in my van Old V-ger, just pull out the seats and toss in a old army cott... home made camper lol... zoom zoom...
Russ
Wakey Wakey... Hope everyone finds something to laugh and smile about today.
I can't expect anyone to imagine, how hard it is sometimes for me to mantain a sane mind. I don't have any pain meds... all I ever was scripted was motrin 800mg three times a day. No they didn't stop the pain. After a few years side effects were just undescribalee....
There was also 600mg tyrenol tyrnol and muscle relaxers, and anti-depressants, I got to hand it to the VA, they sure like to experiment with the meds. I had kidney stones three years in a row.. that's no fun home alone, screamin and peein... sorry...didnt really mean to go too far..
Any way, now days, I have to just tuff it out through all the pain. I seem to be loosin ground. Frankly I don't much give a flyin ratz #@% any more. I don't even come online other than to just vent out my frustrations.
I do enjoy the support I recieve here and there, I notice less and less these days, guess I'm an old bore... Old boar...lol
It's kinda funny, cause I don't much feel like I fit in any where I go. Always on the outside lookin in, feelin like I'm a burden on those I love and care about.
My oldest son say why don't I ask for help... Why should I have to ask. He knows I have physcal problem, always somekind of excuse when i do ask so I think yeah rite... gotta love em...
Like gettin help with the dishes lol.
I try to think about some of the more joyful times of my childhood. Then I see just the opposite in the memeory... Like in Mississippi, as a child around 5 years of age.
We lived in a swamp called Long Lake, its on the Mississippi River, next to Kings Island. Any body around Vicksburt can show ya where it is, out behind Le something other lumber, any who. back when I was just a lad, chasin snakes and frogs thru the neighbor hood. This big fogger truck would come through every so often to spray for the skitters.
The whole dang neighborhood was like in a cloud, this stuff hung around for a few minutes, and me and all the kids in the neighborhood would go run thru this fogg and just have a gay old time... just like the flintstones... Kinda makes ya wonder don't it..
Would you allow ya kids to play in the insecticide fogg...
Russ's believe it or knot...
There were these snakes we call blue runners, I don't remember it they were actually blue, but hey they would run... and if you chased em long enought they'd turn and start to chase you. They were some kind of like grass snake, I wasn't to scared of snakes back then. Heck in Texas I once caught a bunch of baby snake, turned out to be little rattlers without the rattle... boy was I lucky I didn't get bit. Okay I gave myself the chills... nuff this stuff,
Sometime I think I just talk to hear myself pop... yeah pop. that's the sound it makes when I pull my foot outta my mouth and change feet.
Oh maybe you thought it came from pullin my head outta some other place... well maybe.
be known to happen.
All I ever wanted out of life is to not be needin...
to own my own piece of dirt, small comfortable home...
Healthy happy children, (so far so good)
A soul mate that would stick thru thick and thin...
I guess one out of three aint all bad...
At least at this time all four children are healthy, three seem to be happy and the fourth one she's a progress in the works... bless her heart...
Well maybe I'll make another day. Gonna go spend my food stamps today. All 16 dollars worth in one place... yeah I gotta go check with the bank to see if the county gave me my 68 dollars worth of child support check. STATE GIVEOF, THE COUNTY TAKEOF AWAY..
gotta go on the 24 and begg for medicaid for Doyle one more years... then when he hits eighteen it all come to a halt..
Maybe I can travel round and live in my van Old V-ger, just pull out the seats and toss in a old army cott... home made camper lol... zoom zoom...
Russ
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