(02-07-2019, 10:33 PM)jaybreak Wrote: I get you, although if it were a mistake that doesn't mean you were under wrath because of it. If it was your conviction at the time to take the gig then you were acting in good faith. God rewards that. But only you know for sure. We can't pass that judgment but we can support you in any way you need.
No, I was after the $15/hr to basically piddle around AND I wanted my wife off my back. Wrath is the wrong word, chastisement is the right one but, wrath is way cooler and since I'm not all that concerned about NIT PICKING DETAILS, JAY! Pardon me, I apologize for raising my letters. I, obviously unsuccessfully in this case, try to paint word pictures and my granmet and speln sucks. I'm visually oriented so, I use words (a dictionary & thesaurus, sssh....don't tell, I don't want people to know how dumb I am, thanks mon, you ah'ite. It'll be our sittle lecret, ...wink*) to create what I see, in the hope that it's received in ones heart where it will be refined to fit that individual.
There was a capital K following the period in the last sentence, of my response to your 1st ? That wasn't noticed when I proofreddit. That was unintentional and sounds condescending. I fixed that. I alwaze read 'em lookin' for speln errors. It twernt there I sware.
The Devil did it. (Thanks Satan, yer always the patsy ain't cha? Did I ever tell you'uns about the time he rode in the passenger seat of my car? Maybe some other time. You talk about bizarre. Now that would be a surreal post.)
NOW FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT I SHALL REMOVE THE METAL TWISTY END PIECE OF A BROKEN BULB WITH A BUTTER KNIFE, WITHOUT UNPLUGGING IT. (This is a time shift: 41 years ago in a country where domestic outlets are 220 volts. Observe..as we find out a possible cause of The Madness of Mr Iain....)
Buzz.clickityclicky Buzz.clickityclicky film start 5 boop 4 boop 3 boop 2 1. Boom poom bumpida boom poom boom boompity Boom Poom Theme music of Victory at Sea.....
A gangly teen zips down the stairs 3&4 attatime attatime he gracefully...swings around the bottom of the stairs
Crunch mumble mumble crunch. HEY! SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE I'M TRYIN' TO WATCH A MOVIE HERE! THIS IS A WORK OF CINEMATIC GENIUS! BE QUIET!
Too late we missed the action because some JERK! has to talk with HIS MOUTH FULL!
Ah well maybe another time...,..... What you want to know what happens? What you think? The intro's full of spoilers!
> Hey now...I do not look like Roger Ebert, I'm more li...pause to consider..
>How long's he been dead?..... Mmm that long? Wow. Ok perhaps I look like he does NOW.. Yeah...what? really? Ok.
Myself sez I look like the mutant offspring of Siskel AND Ebert Ha....how can you not like that guy?
Ok..OK!..sheesh, the nerve of some people, I tell ya.
Kid knocks over lamp, bulb busts AAAHHHH! His mother will be home soon aaah!!!!! PING! He rushes and gets another bulb..Hurry,,,,,Robert's Golden child this week and I'm dirt...hurry!!!!! How am I gonna get this thing out. PING "butter knife!" Yes! Kid gets knife, stick in the broken end of the POWHAP! THWUMP! Kid receives shock and slammed against the wall. Now dazed but he must get it out before "She who must be obeyed" gets h "What's going on here, Iain?"
OH SHIT! I.. I.. The lamp bulb, the lamp bul PING! I was turning on the lamp and it blew up! " oh please dear God help Kid looks at Mother, scared shitless. Sociopathic mother scans memory banks for appropriate emotion to fake. BING!
"Oh..son" Kid thinks "YES! Now I'm Golden Child, T.S. big bro it's your turn in the crosshairs."
The preceding was true, although "Golden Child" as an identifier my brother named later I was aware that she played favorites. The terror is also true. She is 81 and moved back to her precious Scotland two years ago, I don't hear from her very often, I can't do anything for her. She is a sociopathic, narcissist. Her center of attention getter is being "sick". The most recent was an announcement "I have breast cancer" which was a lie. Truth, she had a tiny lump which turned out to be benign. She does have mild dementia. She rode the breast cancer train for nine months before she told the truth. Confronting her with it at this point is pointless. Ooh what a bummer. Ah'ite "Run to the light, boy. Run to the light"
Sshhhhwwwwiiiiiizzzzzzz POP! TA DA!
I found out what unconditional love is between 12:28 and 12:38 am, 02/22/01 in a birthing room at Watauga Medical Center, the time is between when the Dr marked the birth of and the first "WAAAH! of my son, the sweetest sound I ever heard Ten minutes. I was 37. I love that boy, even if he's being a knucklehead, it's the phase when I'm the stupidest man alive (true but, don't tell him that, he'd grow another knucklehead) Nineteen months after "Graham.boo" introduced himself so dramatically, my daughter was born by cesarean, I saw her first and exclaimed "She's got hair!"
Megan is my anchor, my bestest, good friend. My wife's a pretty good ol' gal too, she's put up with me for 25, shoot! Four months and it will be 26 years.
I've "wat Pooh" 25,000 times, then "Tubbie tubbies", Pocahontas, Lion King, The Jungle Book and Aristocats til I turned blue. Read Good Night God "Aanngel" and Green Eggs and Ham til I memorized them and could quote while watching their cuteness. And on and on. Not one day in daycare. I learned to live on three ours sleep, because as soon as Mama was out the door, they were jumping on the bed "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,Daddy,Daddy!" .:" eergh..Hulk smash where coffee? " In two years they'll be gone. Where does the time go.
Time for bed, I'm starting to feel morose. "Good night, God" I love you.
*From My inner Otis Campbell, "hic hi...how how the he ll R ya thish marmim hicuh....I II Luv u guizzh"