Well. I got written up..AGAIN!
I honestly think these tools are fucking with my emotions.
My wife thinks the my boss has a crush on me...
My buddy thinks its because they don't want to get sued for firing a Hispanic...

Personally, I think they're just sadistic bastards that like to screw with people...Ya know, like the cat toying with the mouse...
But the ol' wolf, well, I'm one of those defiant bastards from the old days.
Power to the People!
Free Huey!
Screw the Man!

They want to keep me around, fine. I'll stick around...I have two more doctor's appointments coming up...lets see them fire me on a medical...I'll sue the bastards. Wouldn't that be a kick. Report them to the Labor board...


Speaking of the medical, The doc wants me to get a doppler scan. Make sure that I don't have a clot in my leg.
First its edema, then gout. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!
All I know is that it hurts. I want it to go away, so I can get back to working out...walking the dog..and just a regular damn life. Whatever that is.
Arizona...three more months....

Well, I'm back to one fish again...

First it was Spot..found him floating belly up last week.

Then is was Floyd....I liked that damn fish.

and then there were four...Gobu and the kids, and Bugley.

I had some suspiciouns...but I what could I prove, I was away at work when the death's occured.
Then it happened, Gobu and the kids! Dead!

And then there was one.

Could it be Bugley..could he be the culprit? I wouldn't doubt it. Damn murdering bottom feeder.

Was going to get some more, but after what happened to Goldie..I think it might be the water. I talked to the people at the Pet store, they said that could be it, and they would do an analysis on my water for free.

But Bug's still kicking...hmmm. It's a mystery.

More to come...

What's the Verdict?
Annie asks and waits with baited breath....Yeah right. Well the verdict is, I'm still there. Personally I think the bastards are toying with me. Oh yeah, that's it..Get me comfortable. Loose, and then WHAM! Drop the hammer on me.
Won't be the first time, and I've seen it done to two other people...It's cool..I'm already looking for work in Arizona.

On the home front..The doctor said I have Gout...Where the hell I got that from, I have no freaking idea. He says it coulda come from too much protein...Beef, pork...I don't eat beef, or pork..Thanks to him!
Then he said the type of job I have could have something to do with it...Sitting for eight hours..Well Ya know Doc, its not like I can get up and take a walk around the floor whenever I feel like it..And he throws in things like the drive to work..My weight (always a good one..) more exercise..blah blah blah...
Well, ya know, I start thinking..First my back was bugging me...Then my leg....All this started when I was "transferred" out of my unit, and into a different one...Only because I had the balls to stand up and speak out about some dumbass Supervisor that was pulling some backhanded shit on the rest of the teams just to raise his "Stats"....In otherwords, He was being a dick, and I busted his ass.

Unfortunately, he just happened to be the favorite butt-boy of the big boss ...So, my boss, at the time, told me to, BTW, trust her...She would get to the bottom of this...A week later, I was transferred.
Should have seen that one coming.

Been making their lives hell ever since..And vice-versa.

My old boss asked me once, why didn't I stop by and say "hi", anymore...I told her why should I? You're not my boss anymore, why should I go out of my way to stop by your desk?
She said, "what, just cause I'm not your boss you can't be nice and say hi..?"
I looked at her, with a dead serious face and said, " In passing, I'll be cordial, and say hello. I won't be rude...But I'm not your friend..I'm not even an acquaintance, I'm a work associate."
As I turned to leave, she said, "That's a little cold, isn't it?"
I turned...Walked up to her and said, in a very cold tone "And the last word's I heard from you were, 'Trust me"."

She avoids me as much as possible.

So now I go to work and wait..And in the words of the immortal Jim Kelly " When it comes, I won't even notice...I'll be too busy looking good."

I came, I saw...I worked another freaking day!
What does a guy have to do to get fired! THEY'VE EVEN TOLD ME I WAS A LOUSY EMPLOYEE! (by their butt kissing standards >:-( )

So I go to work..Put in my day, and take the abuse. And where were the Supervisors today? When people were calling in asking to speak to one, because they were totally pissed off because some newbie didn't handle their issue correctly?

THEY WERE IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM....EATING ICE CREAM! ALL THESE PEOPLE CALLING IN WITH SUPE RELATED ISSUES AND THESE ASSHOLES ARE HAVING A FUCKING ICE CREAM SOCIAL!

UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!

TOOLS..

Well, The wolf won't be around much longer for them to bitch at...The word came down...We're moving to Arizona! The wife is getting transferred...

THANK YOU GREAT SPIRIT!


now all I got is a doctor's appointment tomorrow...That oughta do it!

Ice cream social..I got their fucking ice cream....

You know, just when you think you have em figured out, the bastards go and pull a fast one on you. By all rights, I should have been fired today...But nooooooooooooooo! They MESS WITH MY EMOTIONS! HOW? you ask..THEY DON'T DO A DAMN THING!

BASTARDS!

Yet I can hear them talking about me...it's like "HELLO! Employee sitting right here..Use the indoor voice you bunch of dweebs!"

I still have tomorrow...And what was it that little red haired girl said..."Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you tomorrow you're always aday....awwwaaaaaayyyyy!!

Yeah...;)

I stand here....(not really, ok, well I'm actually sitting, geeze!), on the eve of what may be the very last day of my employment. See I have been on Administrative blah blah blah...And another occurrence can put me out of work . Well, Friday, I woke up with an inflamed left leg.
It was swollen, red and it freaking hurt! So the wife decided that Wolfie was going to the doc's..NO QUESTIONS ASKED!

Trust me, You don't argue with the wife....

So, off to the Doctors I go...And its a calling into work, I did....And well the doc says I have Edema..Whoopee!

So he gives me something for that...And something for the pain and swelling..And sends me home, with a note.
Now, we all remember the LAST time he sent me out with a note...Yeah, that's right, DID A WHOLE HELLA NOTHIN!

So...I'm going to work tomorrow...With no misconceptions about what will happen. If they do, they do. So be it. At least it will save wear and tear on my car..If they don't...Well, at least I'll be safe till Wednesday.

I have another appointment then...hahahahah!

Before you ask, No, its not a pipe, a bong or one of my fish...It is another of the clubs I make.. This one:














Known as a "Bird point" ...I'm showing this to make a point. See, the other night, I was chilling here at the computer, and I heard my dog, Bruno, just start going off...Figure, ok it's a cat. Then he starts jumping at the side door that leads to the driveway. Ok, someone, or something is by the cars...Not cool. Now, I have a few of these clubs around, many of which are formidable and capable of inflicting some pretty good damage should you have the misfortune of being on the wrong side of them. So I go outside, club in hand, and walk carefully around to towards the driveway...I'm no fool..I'm not going to go rushing blindly into something.

Sure enough, a couple of kids..KIDS! Pre teen punks were hiding around my cars..Go running out from behind my cars and take off around my neighbors house and down the street. Ok..I start to go towards my car, then I see the reason why they were running..
This guy is coming down the street, looking into the darkness, with a flashlight in one hand, and a baseball bat in another!

He comes by my cars..I'm standing by the corner of my house...I call out, "hey! They went that way (pointing down the street)" .

He looks at me and starts to advance... I say again, "They went that way, and I don't know why you're chasing them, and I don't care. But you start your shit around here, especially around my cars, and I'm going to call the cops, but not before I beat the shit out of you, and them! And if you don't believe me...Keep coming..."

At that time I stepped into the light, and he saw what was in my hand...The Bird point.

He left.


I've lived in my neighborhood for 8 years..With not so much as a cross word with a neighbor, and aside from the crazy cat lady that lives down the street, things have been cool. Then the city goes and updates the park with a Basketball court. Know what I'm saying ...I think either my dogs, or my "toy's" are going to get a workout...

I'm not really a violent person...Just don't try to hurt those I care about. Then violence won't come close to what I'll do.


sorry folks...It just struck a nerve.

IT AIN'T A WORLD WAR, TILL FRANCE SURRENDERS...

I'll get back to that later.
First off, some sad news...Spot, my fish, passed away today...Passed hell, he died..Found him floating belly up this evening when I got home from work. Personally I have some suspicions of foul play...Gobu and Floyd were a bit too chummy ....

He was a good fish.


On the Mel front...He's still an ass..And now he's an officially charged ass. BIG FREAKING DEAL! You All Know, that if it were you or I, we would still be cooling our heals as guests of the Malibu sheriffs right this instant!
Damn Celebrity Justice! I don't care what they say, there is no way you are going to tell me that he had no idea what he was saying. That this was not deep rooted.

So, when the bombs come dropping..Who's gonna be first in line to surrender???? YUP, You Betcha, FRANCE!
Then we can call it a bonafide, dyed in the wool, WWIII, No They'll tell you the Korean war don't count, that was a Police Action..(BULLSHIT! Tell that to the people who fought in it!) and the Vietnam war doesn't count..Why, them boys was in their PJ's (Bullshit!, Tell that to the Men and Women who fought and died there, who came back with the physical and mental scars)...But yet the Gulf War..Was a WAR..And that lasted Technically, a few months....I mean what with the Republican Guard giving up to any one who wasn't them.

What's going on now...Ask someone there if its a war...They'll tell you yes. Ask someone who hasn't been involved in it, most likely they will say no. Me, If they're shooting at me with anything more than a damn BB gun..YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS IT'S A WAR!

Ok folks...Time for pictures...

first off: These are Gobu's twins-
Now you have to look very closely, but just off
from Bugley's head, ther is this gold fleck above the
rock..That's Bob!


<------ chuck is in the Foreground..between the marbles.. <-------- They like hanging with Bugley. Next up, a Picture of my boys...forgive me but it was 5:30 am and they were eating their carrots.. They look like the little devils they are, I know..but they're really sweethearts....
Bruno is in front, and Bear is behind. Bruno is a 134 pound German Shepard/Chow mix..he thinks he's a puppy....a six year old puppy!
Bear is a German shepard/Golden retriever mix...he's just spoiled...These are my boys...








Well, seeing as this is "learn about Wolfie, day" This is also a little of what I do in my spare time.....

I make War Club reproductions...mostly out of Buffalo Jawbones, but this one ^ is my first Stone War Club...
Kinda proud of that one. I also do bead work ...its relaxing...Though these are reproductions, they are fully functional...I do get in touch with my native american roots...