I wonder what my gums say when I put copenhagen in my mouth?

I wonder if the stuffed animals play together when the lights go out?

I wonder if a computer ever gets tired of looking at porn?

I wonder if the cottage cheese fights with the sour cream when I close the fridge door?

I wonder if my Coors gets jealous when I buy Foster's?

I wonder if animals feel fear when they die?

I wonder what my liver feels like when I have some whiskey?

I wonder whether or not love is all you need?

I wonder why religion seperates man?

I wonder why bigotry has yet to be overcome?

I wonder why man can destroy more than they can create?

I wonder how people can drink tequila?

I wonder why people take what I say seriously? (Really I do, yall really take this stuff I write really well. Why?)

I wonder if my babygirl Myung (I'm still hoping) will find love among of sea of jackasses? (That's what most men are. Too bad Mr. Darker will be a bit old for her when she gets all grown up. 8-) )

I wonder what the hell I'm writing all this stuff down for?

I wonder what goes on with my action figure collection in the closet?

I wonder if I will ever write something that changes someone's perception? (I know someone has for me.)

I wonder why I am here and what I will be?

I wonder . . . what is life?

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Well its been a nice hellacious weekend and the week does not look much better.

But before I get into that, I wanted to thank you all for your comments on my last post and for your concern for my son. You all are really good friends. He is doing fine. Actually a helluva better than he was before the surgery. His breathing has improved a great deal and so has his sleeping. Since he doesn't have such a hard time breathing, he sleeps so much better. He still hasn't stopped picking his nose. But as long as he's giving his boogers to his mother, that's okay. 8-)

As far as other things. . . It's going to be a very busy next two weeks for me, and I will no doubt be absent from chat and posting, as we try and get through these things. Most of my posting will be in my lunch break and maybe after work, before I go home. Since our computer at home is on a bender, my internet connection is dead. Besides that, I have enough doctor appointments between my son, wife and mother-in-law, to make a hypocondriact (butchered that one) happy. My wife is getting a circalodge (sure I butchered that one too) put in this week in an attempt to get ahead of any premature labor, that she had with our son. My son has to return to the doctor again next week, this time for this intestines. He's had cronic constipation, to the point where we have to keep enemas in the house, because it gets so bad. And then my mother-in-law recently fell and broke her arm and is unable to get around much because she can't drive. So my wife makes many trips to Elk City, where they live to get her to her doctors appoinments, since my father-in-law travels for his job and isn't at home all the time. Elk City being 130 miles away can take almost a whole day away from you, trying to make that travel. So needless to say, as my wife has all these things to do and on top of that pregnant, most the shopping, housework, etc I have to do, to make sure things get done.

Our computer should be up and running again sometime next week. Our schedule is for the 15th for getting it repaired and what not. Although I think most of the problem is the internet provider, but we shall see.

Also, this weekend I will be out of town. I have to go to Weatherford which is not as far as Elk City, but far enough.

Well it kinda sounds like I'm getting to complaining and I don't want to do that. I just wanted to let you all know what was going on. You all have been such good friends and good company I thought I owed you all that much.

Well I guess I'd better get back to work, lunch is over. I will check back this afternoon if I have any more to say. Yall take care and thanks again for the kind words for my son.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Here's another good picture by John Bolton. Spyda. I haven't done a picture in awhile, so I thought I'd post one up. Let me know what you think of it.

Again, thank you all and take care.

I just had the joy of trying to explain to a very thirsty and tried two year old boy, why he couldn't have anymore milk at 3:30 this morning. Of course, he didn't know that daddy had to be at work early today, and therefore had to get up an 5am, after fighting him to bed until 11:30 that night. And he didn't realize that because he was going to get anatesia for this surgery today, that that is why he couldn't have any milk. He doesn't know that getting his anoids (i think, something to do with the nose) taken out was going to affect his eating habits, prior to getting the surgery.

And then I thought, you know what? I don't understand that either. I don't mean the medical explanation for it, because I'm sure that doctor would have had one ready, if I had called him at that time, so he could hear my screaming, crying son because he couldn't have any milk. I talking about I don't understand why with all the medical advancements that have been made in recent years, why anatesia still requires that you starve a child before you take them to the doctor. I mean don't you think that they would have come up with something that wouldn't require such an inhumane treatment to a child?

So he continues to cry and daddy can't seem to convince him that it is the doctor that won't let him have any milk, no that his daddy is just being an asshole. But then I thought, well if I let the doctor convince me that I need to with hold milk from my child, then I am just as much at fault as anyone in the medical field. So after almost thirty minutes of trying I decided that this was a bunch of shit. I'm not going to lay here and listen to my son cry for milk, and not doing anything about it.

What would you have done?

Me? I said fuck it and gave him a sippy cup of water.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Okay here it is. . .

I can buy 6" PZ-9 Liners from a chinaman manufacturer for $180 per liner. Here's the math, I buy 12 6" PZ-9 liners at $180 a piece, that comes to a total of $2160.00.

Now what say I have a customer that is dressing out both their PZ-9 modules? Well they need at least 6 liners to dress out the pump and usually order one spare liner.

Okay, now we have the total for the chinaman's liners at $2160.00 for 12 6" PZ-9 liners. Well what if I went out into the warehouse and found out that I didn't have any liners? Well then I would have to buy them from a local supply store that sells liners, who are also buying liners from china and selling them just like I am.

Well here's the math on that one. I can buy a 6" PZ-9 liner from another supply store for around $260 per liner. Well if I just need to get 7 to take care of my customer, that comes to $1820.

So the difference is $340. It's $340 more for 5 more liners buying directly from china, then it it to buy them here in Oklahoma, from someone else.

Also comes into play, markup. I still have to markup from the cost of the liner to make a profit, but at the same time, can't overcharge them or I am not competitive. So . . . our selling price for a 6" PZ-9 liner is $379.00. Markup 25% on the $260 liner, you get $325. You still have a $54 cushion as to the price I am selling them for. But markup the $180 liner 25% and you get $225, a $154 cushion.

So would you rather make $119.00 per liner buying them here in this country from someone who already bought them from the chinaman? Or would you rather make $199.00 per liner buying them directly from china?

What would be the smart thing for me to do?

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

I just can't believe what I see sometimes. I'm checking on one of the blogs that I so like to read. The young lady is awesome poet. Not the depressing drivel I write. But the kind of stuff that makes you smile and appreciate the things that make us human. So here I am reading her latest posts and the comments attached to them. And low and behold, what do I see?!

Bitch attack! Big Shane, quick pass me some Bitch-B-Gone!

This woman (although acting more like a child) jump on this young lady's blog and bitches at her about her grammer and spelling. As if, for christ's sake, do everyone of you spell check every post you do? And I mean, yes it is easier to read someone's post that has good grammer and spelling. But isn't that what a private message is for? I mean, shit, are we so petty that we have to blast someone in a public message about their spelling (which 90% is no doubt typos. I mean hell, if you expect my posts to be 100% correct your going to be disappointed. There may be a spellcheck here, but if I can't correct it for you then why worry about it.

Grammer? This woman has the nerve to call someone else out on grammer? I hate to tell the woman, that cursing more times in a sentance than Tom Cruise does in Rainman, is not good grammer either. You may have sentance structure, but I sure don't want to have to read "fuck" every other word. I mean I've used the word in a few posts, but I don't think I've worn it out like a $20 hooker.

I just can't get people and all the drama they want to start. Why make issues out of things that are so trival, Trival Pursuit won't even touch them.

But I'm getting irratiable and need to stop.

Yall take care, peace out.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Oh by the way, I'm not going to speelcheck this post. And yes woman, you assclown (thanks for the use of the word Shane) I intentionally speeled it wrong.