The Story of "Little Jimmy"

Way back when I started this thing, I received my very first comment (see "My First Comment" 30 Aug 06) from my nephew Jim Keough who lives in the Atlanta area. I was especially thrilled that he'd taken the time to insult my computer skills in my own blog. Anyhow, I found I had authored a followup entry explaining why I'd referred to him as "Little Jimmy" but I buried as a draft and forgot to publish it.

Find it & read it.

The Geez

My talents never seize me.

I finally put up some photos of the rain fall and resulting flood under the "You're Wet" post

Go look.

Soon, now that I'm getting really good at this photo insertion stuff, I'll add pictures of kitties & puppies.

Geez

A Followup to "Just another Sunday Morning".

Moving a bookcase this morning, I caught my thumb between a decorative wood strip along the wall & the aforementioned bookcase. It ripped the surgical overwrap, the bandage, and the putrifying chunk o' thumb all in one fell, painful, messy swoop. Yeah, I tried to salvage it after I pulled it off after yesterday's shower, sheeyit did that hurt. I'm not going to try to salvage it this time. It's all grey and translucent looking and the edges were kinda' turning uppish like the toes on fairy shoes...except all the way around it. Maybe I'll put it up on Ebay...

But first, even though it's not Noon, I'll start some beer drinking to ease the pain. As Tom Butzer once said, "If you don't start drinking in the morning you can't say you've been drinking all day."

No I didn't try to cook last night--Pam wouldn't let me in the kitchen near the knives.

The Geez

Damn! I've rewrapped it...I should have gotten a tasty little photo...

Just Another Sunday Morning

I spent the first part of this morning, after coffee & some newspaper reading, catching up & answering some emails. During one email I received a phone call. After my phone call, I went back to finish another section of the paper then decided to drag myself in to the shower. (I've had a flu-like bug for the last 3-4 days and have little energy.)

But first, some vital information...
last night while preparing a gourmet selection of fine frozen dishes for dinner for Pamela & me, I sliced off about a quarter of the pad of my left thumb. Deep enough to see meat and have blood squirt a minimum of 3" but in truth not a very serious injury, just very messy. I stifled the blood flow & retired to the Master Bath to dive into my supply of 3M waterproof bandages. I was able to lay the slice of fingerprint back onto the thumb pad accurately by noting and thus aligning the cut marks and fingerprint swirls. I wrapped the cut snugly in a large bandage and, once satisified that blood flow had stopped, returned to the Keough Gourmet Kitchen of Defrosting and finished preparing the dinner, which was, by the way purty damned good, all in all.

Back to the shower...
while lathering, I noticed that some blood would seep (understandably) out of the aforementioned bandage. After the shower, I decided to replace the bandage with a fresh, dry one. I carefully unwrapped the adhesive wings of the bandage and, with only the gauze pad laying (lieing(?), lying(?), remaining-in-contact) over the injured area, gave a little last tiny tug to overcome the last remaining resistance. What I DIDN'T know, was that some of the adhesive of the bandage had actually made contact & had fused to the section previously amputated. With that little tug, I found out that my screams could actually be heard by our neighbor who lives nearly 900 feet away. As it is only about 20 degrees right now, our windows are shut, their windows are closed, and, I would assume, both residential heating systems are in high (read: noisy) mode.

Holy shit that hurt....and bled. I guess I'll have a scar after all.

k

Oh...

I guess I could have dragged the photos to desired locations...like this:
This is Pam, the Saint who somehow tolerates me:
















And this is our psycho but sweet rescued dog, Reno:

Another Nice Mess I've Gotten Myself Into...

Well, probably (okay, very likely) while under the influence of a truly premium beer (Milwaukee's Best Ice: 5.9% alc/vol: 24 12oz cans for $9.99 at the Flash Market in Thayer, MO) I foolishly declared to my adoring public that I had this blog site. Now hundreds if not thousands will be logging in to read these Holy Words.

I'm months behind in my postings and there's a pretty good chance that it will be another many months before I actually catch up and then maintain this drivel-laden site.

I'm going to try to attach a photo to this posting. It's going to suck and it's one most of you have seen. And, yes, Santa's holding a Sam Adams rather than a Milwaukee's Best IceVomit because I wanted santa to show some class.

Shit. I wanted it down here in the body of the text. God, I suck at this. I want to add an mp3 file but I guess I'll wait until I read some "instructions". I hate instructions. It only took me 6 tries to upload new firmware onto my drums (GODDAM IT! That image is supposed to be down here, too, not up there next to fkng Santa!!). Had I read the firmware's load pdf file I would have been able to do it on the 1st try. In fact, the 6th attempt WAS after I read the instructions. Went smoothly. I hate instructions. I'll bet that's why I was so successful in USAF: 3 years, 9 months, & 17 days of ecstasy there, I'll tell you.

That's it, I'm quitting for the day.

OlDood