A Joy in Life

So . . . . . it's come to another post from Yo boy the Big Man. And in reality I still don't have much to say. So why post? Well, because it lets the crazy out of the upstairs, and in reality, who don't love reading my crazy teachings? Yes, I am aware of my poor grammar use there and the excessive comma use. I almost feel like a high school freshman going nuts with the comma button. You, know, putting, commas, after, every, other, word, or, something, along, those, lines. So, I am back in the local Joe joint enjoying a cup of my cold brew. I am still drinking the diabetic specialty. Sugar-free syrups and no creamer. But it's alright. I have been known to refer to my case as the curse from the pancreatitis and I guess it's all for the better. I'll complain here for a second. I mean I am ok with the finger pricking every meal. But the shots every meal and 2 in the morning kinda suck. But here's where it is bad. Since the doctors decided to take out my gall bladder I occasionally get fairly painful sensations in my abdominal region. They told me that is frequent. And then there's the other bad thing that stems from the lack of a gall bladder. Enough about that. I'll try and be innovative here with the blog. Does anyone happen to have a question for me? It'll be kind of a "Dear Abby" type thing. Ask away homies.

It's come to two in a week.

That's right, my life is so exciting that I have had to post two posts in a week. And here's the kicker. Neither has anything of interest. This post is just a post for the sake. I mean, I should have a point in these ramblings; but then, they wouldn't be ramblings . . . they'd be actual points of intellect and worth your time. But perhaps the sudden urge to write something stems from the fact that a writer for the local newspaper has come in and my pride in my writing has taken over. I mean, I am no Bergan or even a young Rein-man, but surely I am better than a majority of the local press people. Maybe not. Let's see how long I can ramble on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on for. I mean the possiblilites are endless with the cut and paste buttons. I could just sit here in the local coffee joint and let you all wait on me. But the post would still be at this mark regardless of time. So I could end it. And I will indeed do just that . Wow, I wrote a lot and have nothing to say. Perhaps this is therapeutic. Maybe not. Maybe it's just me releasing my crazy all up on the world wide web. Regardless, this has to come to an end.

A Cold Cup

Well it's come time for a new post. But what to post about? I mean nothing new has happened to me. There is no interesting stories or theories I could post on. It's not as though I can post on the world around me considering I'm in Caribou and nothing of interest has happened. SO perhaps I can post on a couple of thoughts. For one, both TFK and LA Symphony have or either are going to be releasing new CDs. And I want them both . The both are a favorite of mine. And with the opportunity to go see TFK on Sept. 8 for free afforded me I gotta go. So yeah, eveybody go to the Great Northern fest or something along those lines. I mean . . . ffree good music.

Since my last post, (as noted by moms) I turned the grand ol' 24. Yeah, I used to be able to say I may be getting old but at least I have my health . . . Not so much anymore. But it could be worse. I mean I could be dead or something. And besides I have some interesting stories to tell people about needles, drugs, and alcohol. It's not often you get to say that and not actually mean it the way it sounds. Needles for insulin, drugs are the insulin and some others, and the alcohol swabs to dininfect areas so I can get a clean shoot. But moving on.

Two of my best friends have moved home. My moms and her husband. I WILL NEVER CALL YOU DAD!!! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD! It's great having them home. I've missed the card games and fun we used to have. Hopefully, they'll be moving into my neighborhood soon . . . along with every other person in the church. Seriously, there are enough of them in the good ol' hood.

Well, that's it for me. Have a good day readahs.