I had an Epiphany this morning...
Driving to work, like any regular day, I was coming up to my freeway interchange when I had one of those "Life flashing before your eyes" bullshit moments.

See, I was nearly run into the center divider by this huge Semi-tractor trailer, that decided to cut everyone off because he missed his turn-off.
So being the bright boy that he was, he decided to make for the off-ramp...a little too late...and lo-and-behold, guess who was sitting a quarter of the lane into his back tire...Yup, Everyones favorite little ol'Wolfie...
Junior decides to make for the exit, forget the fact that he's forcing me into the concrete!


Ok..Choice time:
Watch the show(Life Flash)...and get rammed into the concrete barrier?
or...
Hit the gas and take the gamble of laughing boy running over the front of my car with his front wheel....

hm mm...What to do? what to do...?

Well, being the gambling man that I am, and the fact that I have no desire to end up road pizza, or a blurb on the six o'clock news...I hit the gas, and the horn, and went for it! Narrowly missing the assholes front tire....

So a finger wave and a heart attack later...I was on my way to work...

Yeah..it hit me later.


The rat bastard almost killed me...

puts things in perspective. Ya know...

Am I gonna be a better person?

probably not.

Am I gonna watch out for the idiots on the road?

Always do...

So what am I going to do different?


All the stuff I want to do....cause you never know when you're gonna buy the farm, so you might as well get it out of the way now.

Peace.

THE NONSENSICAL PIZZA BLOG!


PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!

Thin crust, Thick crust, Pan, Deep Dish....
Chicago Style, New York, Sicilian, Hell there's even BBQ Chicken!

Thing is, there's almost nothing you can't put on this pie that doesn't taste good!

Veggies is good!
MEAT and CHICKEN..EVEN THE DREADED ANCHOVY(UGH!)....

Try Asiago cheese on your homemade pizzas.

2 tablespoons clear Italian salad dressing
1/2 pound asparagus, cut into 2-inch pieces, or one 10-ounce package frozen cut asparagus, thawed
1 medium yellow summer squash or zucchini, cut into julienne strips (1 1/2 cups)
1 cup sliced fresh mushrooms
3 (8-ounce) packages Boboli (six 6-inch Italian bread shells)
1/4 cup clear Italian salad dressing
1 ripe large tomato, seeded and chopped (1 cup)
1/4 teaspoon coarsely ground pepper
1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese (4 ounces)
1/3 cup finely shredded Asiago or Parmesan cheese

In a medium skillet heat the 2 tablespoons Italian salad dressing. Add asparagus and summer squash or zucchini; cook and stir for 2 minutes. Add mushrooms; cook and stir 1 minute more.
Place bread shells on a lightly greased baking sheet. Brush bread shells with the 1/4 cup Italian salad dressing. Using a slotted spoon, top bread shells with the cooked asparagus mixture. Top with chopped tomato; sprinkle with pepper. Combine mozzarella cheese and Asiago or Parmesan cheese; sprinkle over pizzas.
Bake in a 400 degree F oven about 8 minutes or until cheese melts and pizzas are heated through. Cut the pizzas into wedges to serve.
Makes 12 servings.

Just watching it cook...look at the cheese bubble and melt!
OH BABY GIMME SOME!


Stack em up rack em up...toss in a beer! pass them slices over here!


GET THE BEST THE BEST RIGHT HERE....PIZZA! PIZZA! AND DON'T FORGET THE BEER!


Don't want no sprouts..no Jenny Craig....no water cress sandwich, no ham and egg..
Wanna dance with the pizza..do the pizza dance!




Take one bite..take two..take a slice..its good for you......
Eat that pizza..eat it all...
you can diet away next fall...

Here Jonzz, This one's for You...

OOOOOOH GrAMMMMY!



Yeah, its was that time of year, again..The so-called "Royalty" of the Music world came out to bullshit each other for a few hours...The faithful and staryeyed fawned over their favorites...
And I still don't know most of the freaking people that were up there.

I'm talking bout the Grammy's...Those self rigteous awards that do nothing if get air time for the people that make obscene amounts of cash for the commercial music industry.

Let me start by saying the show had two high points....well three, One: The Police opened the show...BITCHIN!

Tony Bennett and Stevie Wonder won and award...which was cool..seeing Stevie Wonder dedicate the award to his late mother..choked me up..and then those bastards try to cut Tony Bennett off in mid-speech! Fuckers!
He's a legend..both of them are!

And three: THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS closed the show! HOW FREAKING COOL WAS THAT!

The rest was bubkiss...Why, cause its the same shit..different year.


just my humble opinion...

The Final Goodbye..


When do you know you've finally said goodbye?
When do you know that the place you've called home for 45 years is not that anymore?
Is it when you've moved?
Is it when you've bought that new house, left your old life behind, and started over 350 miles away?
Nope.
It's when the personalized plates you've always wanted for that car you bought..that new car...new then...have to be changed, and the day has come the plates have to be changed, and you are given some generic shit...and you put them on your car...and and you realize...It's time to say "Goodbye".

This was my plate...I had it for a whole year.


Why was it so important? It was me, that's why. It said "Wolfie drives this car!"
Now, I'm just another generic desert driver...another schlep on the road...

That is, unless I want to put out the 25.00 dollars to get a new one....but things are tight right now, and this re-registering cost me 153.00! The gouging bastards!

So for now, my old plates will adorn the door of my comic room...and my desk at work.
Yeah, they let me keep them...Hell, I paid for em.

Peace.

To Expand....

OK..some people don't get it..and maybe I was a bit vague, OK, I understand that.

Here it is. I want you to think about what you would wish for if you had only one wish...If you were given the chance to wish for anything...Any ONE Thing.

Would you squander it?


Would be frivolous...?

Would you wish for world peace?

Would you wish to give it away?


WHAT WOULD IT BE?


Think real hard. Come back to me in a year. Say someone told you if you didn't take this request, your life, as you see it would be left to a meaningless existence of work...drudge...work...and that was it. You had to wish for something....or basically have no life.

So what's it going to be?

One wish, or no life.

and if you take the wish, what's it going to be?

It's an ultimatum folks....its make believe, but lets for one year, play with it..mull it over...And here's the most important part....Mums the word.

See ya in a year with your answers.

One Wish...Whatever would it be?????


Think about that.

I know many have asked yourself..."what would I wish for?"

That elusive happiness...

The love that got away...

A loved one returned....

Wealth everlasting...

Health, happiness, fame....

Skies the limit, isn't it?

or is it really? Think about it...is it really that easy to make one wish. One true decision. Say, you were given the chance, given one whole calendar year to make one wish, would you be able to? And say that that was the only wish you would be able to make for the rest of your life...no other time on this earth. Anything you could wish for, no matter what the consequences...good or bad...you would have to live with the outcome of your wish...Would you be able to do it?

Here's the catch: The wish had to be made...You either make it, in one years time, you make your wish, or nothing...no wishes..no dreams..no hopes...you live your life the way it goes...whatever comes down the pipe, you handle it.

See, what I'm saying here is you have the opportunity to Wish for something that may better your life, or the life of someone you love...What do you do?



Don't answer me now....I want an answer in a year.

That's right...I want to see how many of you are here one year from now.
In one year, February 7Th at 11:06 mtn time..(Arizona time to the rest of the world), I'm going to ask for your answer....

One Year....One Wish...


Think About It...

I'll get back to you.

Bear



I know I've been talking about Bruno alot..and with good reason, but with all that has been going on it's easy to forget that I do have two boys...and the other furry fellow is wondering, at least I think he is, what the hell is going on?

See Bear's health has been on the upswing. After a bout with colitis when he was a about a year old, and being on a special diet most of his seven years, he has received a lot of attention.
Now, with his brother's health in question, he's not so much in the spotlight, and I can't help but wonder if that is affecting him at all.
He has been showing signs of a bit more neediness. Wanting to be closer to us...to be under foot so to speak....It's difficult. How do you show one that he's not less loved than the other.

It worries me if and when Bruno does pass, how will it affect Bear. Will he be able to handle being alone during the day?
damn...this really sucks.

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OK...bumming myself out now...

Collections..What do you collect?
Though you may not think you do, those little innocuous things that you keep around...the thimbles, the stuffed figures, or bears...those are collections.
They don't have to be expensive...On the contrary, the term, one man's trash, is another mans treasure really means alot when it comes to collecting.
For me it's Comics, movies, and weapons and wolves...
OK..so I'm diversified. But at least I'm different.
Here's a few pictures of my stuff...enjoy...

A bit of my 427 DVD and video collection:


My comic room..Silver Surfer wall:


a bit of my comic collection:



A bit of my weapon collection:


And of course...my wolves:


OK....Ala my buddy Woodstock(Annie)...I'm tagging all that read this..to show what you collect.

Smile :)

CHECKPOINTS

I'm in training currently, it's almost up...one week to go...THANK YOU GREAT SPIRIT!

I mean damn, this has been by far some of the most boring shit I've ever done in all my time working. If it wasn't for the fact I had a mortgage...well, let's just say I'd be off in the hills writing and working on my movie.

So, checkpoints...we do these so-called checkpoints, they are tests to see how we handle ourselves in "mock" phone calls. You have to pass with a 90% or better...Lately, I have have been doing well, scoring on average of 98%. Well, today I get my trainer...I don't know if its because I wasn't one of her favorite people in class, if maybe I wasn't "personable" enough, maybe I just didn't kiss ass enough..don't care, Wolfie don't kiss nobodies ass....but I just felt that I was being ridden a bit too hard, on this thing.

When it was over, and it came to the evaluation, I was picked apart..and for the little shit..not the major things..I got that...it was the little things..I felt Nitpicked.
Needless to say, I got a 92%...I passed, but its not the score that got me angry...it's the way it was scored. I was told my documentation was weak...I turned in the same documentation in on the past three checkpoints, and the other trainers had no problems with them. Like I said..Nitpicked.

But like my co-worker said.."Fuck it, ya passed...you don't have to deal with this shit anymore..."

He's right...I think she was expecting everyone to pass with flying colors...to handle it all because she's SUPER TRAINER EXTRAORDINAIRE!...Rah rah big fucking rah...

like I said....I don't kiss no ones ass...

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Regarding Bruno....

Well, we got him to eat again...we're cooking white rice and chicken...apparently bland food is working for him.
According to the Dr, Bruno is nauseous, and the bland food is working for him.

whatever it takes...as long as he gets something in his system...

We now need to get him to the oncologist for a prognosis, and a diagnosis.

poor guy couldn't get up in time to go outside....so his pillow had to be washed.
its OK...I'm sticking by him.

He's my boy...

I've come to the realization that I'm going to walk in the door and find my wife crying...
Not because of something I've done...lord knows, that I've done some stupid things in the past, but no, it's because I know my Bruno doesn't have much time....

He's tiring much more faster, and his breathing is getting harsher..but he refuses to give up.

I think that when he does decide to go, it will be in his sleep. See, he didn't eat today. Well, that's not true, he ate this morning, but not all of his food..and this evening, he didn't eat at all. I think he's telling me that it will come when it comes. The Oncologist has yet to get back to us...not much we can do about that.

I can do many things....I just can't make him better...


I just can't fucking make him better.


I'm not a fool. I'm a realist. I know that he's not going to be with me forever, but not like this...not this way. Many that I have loved..I have lost to some sort of disease. Cancer is one of those diseases. I hate that disease. It's taking my boy from me.

Bad enough I live with the spectre of it over my wife...

now this.

And people wonder why I put no stock in organized religion. Doesn't work for me.
Don't bother trying...I'm not arguing with you..believe what you will..me..everything has a spirit, even my Bruno. And one day, he'll be in the Happy hunting ground waiting for me.

That's what I believe.

For now....we'll just play in the backyard.

For now.

---Firsts---
First Best Friend:: Kevin Johnson...We used to write short stories...stupid ones, but it started my passion for writing.
First movie watched in theater:: Dracula Has Risen From The Grave..
First Crush:: Diana Montenego...she was a cutie..
First CD/Record (Artist/Song) owned:: The Knack- My Sharona
First "real" Kiss:: Nancy Gomez...She kissed me goodbye.
First Place away from Parents:: Summer I spent working in the mountains...same summer I got my first kiss...:)
First Car:: '72 Ford Gran Torino..no, not the Starsky car...a year before that.
First Piercing:: don't have any.
First tattoo:: don't have any...yet.


---Lasts---
Last Time You Smoked:: don't smoke.
Last Food You Ate:: A calzone, side salad and bread sticks from "OH formagio" Great place that just opened up...
Last Movie You Watched:: An American Haunting...got the DVD
Last CD You Listened To:: 30 Seconds to Mars - A Beautiful Lie
Last Words You Said:: "It's ok Bruno...go back to sleep"
he woke to the sound that the fridge was making...


---7 Things You Are Wearing---
1:: socks
2:: Sweat Pants
3:: A-shirt
4:: San Diego Comic Con T-shirt (its a bit chilly)
5:: wedding band
6:: boxers
7:: throw blanket (told ya it was chilly)


---6 Things You've Done Today---
1:: fed the dogs
2:: Took the new car to the dealer to get the doors touched up
3:: brought the loner back
4:: Went to the Phoenix Comic convention
5:: Picked up after the Boys
6:: Talked to my friend Ryan tonight on the phone..


--1 Person You Want To See Right Now---
My Cat Simon...ok, not a person in the literal sense, but I miss that stupid cat sometimes...

Update

Well, it's not Valley Fever.
That's the good news.

It is cancer. Deep in my heart, I knew, I just hoped that maybe...but hell, maybe's are for dreamers and fools...and I'm no longer a dreamer, and I gave up being a fool many years ago.

So my dog has cancer. I'm bummed, but I'm not ready to throw in the towel on Bruno just yet...not when he's still playing and eating...Sure he gets tired a bit quicker, but he looks at me with what can only be interpreted as hope...Hope that his dad wont let him down..And dammit, I'm not. We are brotherhood of the Wolf! And the Wolves don't give up so easily.

So the vet said that we need a Prognosis, and a diagnosis. She is sending the records to a doggie oncologist. They have those, ya know...now we have to wait and see...

Petty said it best..."The waiting is the hardest part."

Bruno...



Well, got preliminary word on his condition. Though his vitals are still strong, his calcium and liver enzymes were not good..and the red cells were off, as well as the white cell count.
They are still waiting to hear on whether or not he has Valley fever...but the most likely outcome is my boy has cancer.

To see him play, you wouldn't know it.

I came home today, and he jumped up at me like always. We played in the backyard like nothing was wrong, but it was evident when he tired much quicker than usual.
The vet is hoping that he doesn't have valley fever, as that would just complicate things, but she said that if cancer is the main bug here, than it was caught in time and could be treated.

Still have to wait and see....


I hate waiting.

Well Now....
How ya been fellow bloggers? Well I hope. I know it's been a bit, and needless to say, I've been quite busy, what with the new job and all...getting into the swing of things has taken a little getting used to, not much, but its just that training has been, in a word.....BORING!
There..I said it. I've been trying so hard to stay awake, its pitiful. We had our first test this week. I passed...hell, would have surprised me if I didn't...I know this stuff. Not bragging, just that I did virtually the same thing, so if I didn't pass, I would have been kicking my own ass, know what I mean...
So...Thursday I get a message from my wife, her car is making a noise...Ok. I get home...Friday morning I I listen to it, it's making a high pitched whine....Damn, I know that high pitched whine, and its not good. So, after I get home from work, we take it to the dealer close to our house. Why the dealer you ask? Because there isn't a garage anywhere near us...So its off to the dealer...And by the way, I have to say that the customer service here in Arizona is far and above some of the best I have ever experienced....but I digress, we take my wife's 1996 Toyota Camry to the dealer, tell them about it, also about the "phantom oil leak" that no other mechanic could seem to find...and we leave "Bunkie" (her name for the car), in the capable hands of the service techs.
Saturday morning...we get a call, it's Christy, the girl from Toyota, and the news isn't good. Bunkie, it seems is very, very bad off. Not only did they find the oil leak, but a leak in the power steering, the transmission, and a few other places. The high pitched whine, well that was coming from the Drive belts, they're cracked. So are the timing belt and a couple of others...In other words, it's going to cost $3,948.00 to fix it.
The car blue booked at 3200...and that was three years ago....
So, it was decission time. And Wolfie made the decission. There was noway that I was going to have my wife brake down on the freeway. And well, the car was 11 years and 170,000 miles old...So...Happy Valentines Day Wife:


Actually, it's Black..Yeah, I bought her a new car..they gave us $1,000.00 for the Camry, and 6.9% financing.
It is really nice. Looks like my white one...just a 2007. She likes it..and it will get her where she needs to go, safely.
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You all know him....Those of you who read my blog...This is my boy, Bruno. This is a picture of him, a few months back, when he was at a good healthy weight, 139 pounds to be exact. Then for some reason, around christmas, he started getting a little finnicky with his eating...leaving a little behind, not eating his cookies...he was having his good days and bad days...Then it got worse.
He stopped eating.
Some days he wouldn't eat at all. Some days, just in the morning..some days, just a bit. We changed his food...cut down the amount, nothing was working..So we took him to the veterarian. Found that he had dropped in weight to 109 pounds!
Vet said that maybe it was Separation Anxiety...due to my going back to work. Ok, I could deal with that...She said if he continues to refuse food, then bring him back.

Well, Bruno continued to refuse food..and got irritable, fighting with Bear...So today I took him back...After full examination, Xrays, blood test..The whole shot....
I got the news I didn't want to hear...
Bruno is very sick. Just how sick, I'll know more tomorrow, but it seems that he has a mass on his left side, above his heart. What exactly is it? I won't know for sure until they get the results from the blood tests. But what I was told, it may be Cancer, or it may be Valley Fever...A more common ailment that affects dogs here in Arizona. If it's Valley Fever, it is treatable, but he will have to take medication for the rest of his life.
If it's Cancer....Well.
What can I say...He's my boy. This is very hard for me. You have children, you say, "it's only a fucking dog...get another one.." It's not that fucking easy!
I raised him from a pup...He's my boy...and he's hurting now..
And so am I...

Clearing it up...ROAD TRIP Conclusion

So...Coming out of Blythe, I'm passing this car that's driving as slow as Miss.Daisy on day trip to the Piggly-Wiggly, and get ahead of a Semi-Truck that was the cause of the hold up. Well, Mr. Semi didn't like...So he decided to close the gap..I sped up.

few miles down the line, I'm driving, easy as ya please, and suddenly there's a horn behind me..it's Mr.Semi! He want's to pass...So I speed up, let him pass...he gets in front of me and slows down..WTF!...This continues for the next fifty miles...FIFTY FUCKING MILES!

Finally, about 25 Miles outside of Goodyear, almost home....These lights come on behind me...the flash me..It's Mr.Semi...Now I'm not going to jocky with the Ass, anymore. So I speed up...staying in the same lane. He speeds up...I'm hitting 90 mph...95...then I get into the right hand lane, and slow to the speed limit...meanwhile, he's barrelling down the road...and I see off in the distance, coming, The TRAFFIC PATROL PLANE! See, our highways are patroled by air traffic patrols...and they gauge traffic speeders by radar...so if Mr.Semi wanted to catch me..he would have to continue speeding..and Arizona Highway Patrol, don't like speeders...

So guess who had to slow down???

And guess who had a nice, laugh-filled ride home....

AH...I love sticking it to the morons in life.
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Now, Where has Wolfie been????

To those of you who care...and those of you who just think I left..(Annie),
I haven't left blogging..I got a job...Yes, I've joined the ranks of the gainfully employed. And for the next four weeks I'll be in training...I will try my very best (ANNIE) to continue with my daily blogs...there is lots of material to write about, trust me...and some I can't talk about..due to security issues, but the Wolf is always here..I don't run out on my friends..and I consider those of you who take the time to read my nightly ramblings, who are considerate enough to leave your comments, criticisms and whatnots, my friends...(Annie)

See ya all, Very soon...



Wolfie.

Road trip...continued..

Basically, I didn't count on a 600+ turn around trip playing on me so much...needless to say, I was beat.

The trip out was unenventful. Unless you count every jackass on the road cutting you off everytime you wanted to make a pitstop! Damn California drivers!

So I pull into Cali early, about Nine a.m., my appointment isn't until eleven a.m., so I drop by my Dad's place for a visit. Shoot the shit there for a while, then head to the Doc's.

Docs visit goes better than expected..I lost seven pounds! Merry Christmas to me!
Say my goodbyes, and then its back on the road to AZ.

Well this is where it gets interesting...Wolfie gets to play his own little version of Steven Spielbergs "Duel".




To be continued....

Road Trip...

Well, Thursday morning, I woke up early, showered and dressed. got two Coke blaks from the fridge, made a sandwich, kissed the wife goodbye, and, CD's in hand, hit the road for my Doctors appointment in California.

Ya know, at four in the morning, there aren't a lot of people on the road...lot of trucks..not many lunatics like myself, though...it was quite serene.

and cold.

Halfway out, remembered that I was going to bring the digital cam with me...I didn't.
but I had my cell phone, so as soon as download the pictures, I'll post em...

more later...

2007 Two-fer....


Well, what was I saying about dropping the ball....OK, I'm not one for parades much, but hey, it's the so-called "GRAND DADDY OF EM'ALL".

Yes, I'm talking about the Rose Parade...and this year, there was no Bob And Stephanie...no commercial free KTLA Channel 5...being in Arizona, I have the affiliates...and the BIG THREE ABC, CBS AND NBC

So, I turn on the Television, and choose, the Peacock:



and who do I get....These two winners:



Yeah..Billy and Nancy...do I get a play by play of the parade? No..do I get to see coverage of the floats?...no.
What I get is talk of Billy's chest hair stuck on a float...Nancy's impending pregnancy....The Donald...Commercials!
and then, if that's not enough...oh, this is the topper...They cut-out on the parade at 10:30 am...FOR REGGIS AND KELLY!

The Parade Ends AT 11:00!

I switched to ABC, parade still on...They cut off a half hour for REGGIS! Freaking Reggis!
There were still floats, Bands..Horses! And countless millions get jipped for REEGE!
Bunch of rip off bastards!
I mean thousands, no, millions of people were watching this, and they get short-changed for Philbin and the blonde...what a bunch of crap.

Way to start the year off NBC..

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OK, Now, most people who know me, know I'm not the most politically correct person around. Hell, probably on the planet...not really that bad, but somethings I just don't get. (And if I offend anyone, I'm sorry, but I have to get this out...)
Like this:
The Arizona Attorney General is filing suit against some movie theatres on behalf of a hearing impaired man, and a blind man...saying that the theatres are not accessible to them.

HUH?

i don't see it..I mean, I can understand the point on behalf of the deaf guy...they can install a prompter, captions..what have you...but the blind guy?
what? headphones?...

Seriously, I'm not being facetious...I don't see it. I know that just because he is blind, is no reason that he can not go to the movies, but a lawsuit? WHY?

OK..so they get that, what next..he the guys that don't understand English sue to have Subtitles in their language?....Interpreters on the screen in a little bubble?
Some guy to sit next to you and give you the play by play?
On stage Foley artists?!

When does it fucking end?!

Look, I'm not trying to be insensitive to anyone, really...but that's why the damn things come out in DVD..so you can watch it (listen to it) in the privacy of your own home, Captions included...and there ya go.

I go to the movies, bad enough I have to worry about Joe Schmo talking through the whole damn thing...now I have to worry if I'm sitting in the "Special" Section?

and they wonder why I rant...

THE END OF THE YEAR RANT...OR..FOK IT, YOU DEAL WITH IT.

Comedian, Lewis Black says, "We should just plan for things...you know how you get all excited in planning for an event. You plan for the party, all the guests, the the balloons, the food, the dancing. Everything. Then the day comes and it's not as big a thing as you thought...in other words, the party sucked. But the planning was fun. So let's just plan..and when the day comes, forget it."

Not a bad idea, eh? We plan for everything and then when the time comes, we just do whatever it is we were going to do and screw the party. Hey, we had fun planning, didn't we?

OK..So It's just me. But let's think about this, This year is coming to an end, and we are starting a new one, how? BY DROPPING THE BALL.
Pardon me, but Dropping the ball. Isn't that a euphemism for screwing up.
See, we plan for a Happy New Year, and we screwed the pooch to begin with. Who's freaking idea was this. Really!
You make all these "resolutions" to do all the things you're not going to do, you know you're not, but you do em anyway...WHY? Because other people are doing em..again, WHY?
BECAUSE THEY DROPPED THE BALL...LAST YEAR. Last year, they fucked up, so you have to atone for it this year, by making all these stupid resolutions to make yourself feel better for dropping the ball on all the goofy things you promised yourself last year..
Ya know what, if no one can handle that you didn't reach or complete that personal goal that was set...Fok em, let em deal with it...You planned to do it..you just didn't get around to do it, because life got in the way..it ALWAYS gets in the way..sometimes, you actually do achieve those personal goals, no matter how little of mediocre they are, but you do...and sometimes you don't...but it's nobody's business but yours.

So have fun planning doing what you're going to do....and when the day comes and its not what you expected...hey, ya had fun planning it...and that's all that matters, you had fun.

Fok it, let em deal with the rest.

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OK, I would be remiss if I didn't say anything about this.
We lost a President this week...Gerald Ford, 1913-2006 The 38Th President of the United States. I'm a bit saddened by this as I am a child of the 70's remember vividly the turmoil of the Watergate scandal and how then Vice-President Ford had stepped up to take office of the President, as stipulated in the 25 amendment. By far, he was the only Republican that I liked, I think because he truly believed that he could do good. He put aside politics to try and heal a nation scared by internal political strife. Plus he did a spot on the Simpson's..now that was cool.

Gerald R.Ford...He Really believed in the office of the Presidency.
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Happy New Year People...See ya in 2007.

Repair, replace...Redeux...

Well, figuring that I have the time, now is just as good as any to replace the screen and screen door that my two semi-moose's saw fit to destroy.
So I break out the handy dandy tape measure I've had for well over 25 years(the only good thing that came from my first job) and set to measuring the screen door and the screen.

As any good Do-it-yourselfer would do, I write down the measurements...and promptly forget the paper on my desk.
Luckily, the wife is here to remind me..and I go back into the house and get the paper...and my tape measure...and off we go to that bastion of home repair and god of commerce....



Yeah..the place to go, where you can find almost everything but someone to help you...well almost. Today we got lucky...there was one poor soul stuck putting stuff away, so we trapped him and forced the info out of him...After five seconds of inane questions..you know; "Young man who worketh here at the Home Depot...where might we, the lowly consumer, find that which we may keep the bugs and pets out of our domicile?...Pray, please disclose this information, before I am forced to club you about the face and ears..."
(At which point I produced a wicked looking club, complete with spikes!).
The hapless fool, taking one look at my club with its wicked looking spikes, was about to protest, when my wife said, "Just point in the general direction and keep your hands close to your body..and you'll be fine.."

The fool believed her...

He pointed...I thanked him...smacked him on the head for doubting I would..and off we went.

Five isles and six unconscious workers later...we found our prize...an aluminum screen door, and a bonus..a pet guard! Oh happy day. Let's see those little bastards break through this...

Then a problem...NO SCREENS! I couldn't believe it...not a one in sight! I was about to go back and trounce that little dweeb within an inch of his sorry life, when wifey pointed out, they sold kits...What? Kits? WHAT THE FOK WAS THIS? Is this madness?
I have no problem putting a kit together, but these dweebs didn't even have the right size...OH NO! THE GODS WERE MOCKING ME!

Out came the club....down went the sales people...

all counted..42 by the time we hit the check out counter....
left the check out clerk alive.

Someone had to take the money...self-check was down.


Tomorrow I have to call Lowes and order the other screen...and they better have it..or else...BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!



I love parody.

What I bought myself for Christmas...

Well, it's that time of year..the day is here...for ribbons and bows to be ripped from packages neatly wrapped...wrapped with care...taped and folded...here and there...oh the horror, the horror...packages strewn about...It's Christmas day, after all..oh hell, let em shout.

Well, I bought all the gifts that I needed to buy. Wrapped em and bowed em and tagged em and placed em..
So what did I buy myself for Christmas...Myself I say, because every year I do a little something for me. I do this because, well, you see one year I received for Christmas a pair of socks, a t-shirt, and gloves. That was it. Now, hey, I got gifts but that's not the thing...See, I come from a family of seven kids, and all were working at the time, and I managed, on my minimum wage job salary, to get everyone something...nieces and nephews included....and all I got was a pair of socks, from my sister...( I bought her a coat..), a T-shirt with a screen print of Buckwheat on it, from my brother..(bought him a radio..), and my Mom bought me the gloves, because I worked at night and my hands were cold..(I bought her a gold heart...I still have those gloves..).
When my Mother asked me what I got for Christmas...I told her I had a good one..not wanting to start anything. She asked again..I told her I liked the gloves...she said that was it? I told her what else I got, and she could not believe it. Everyone was loaded with stuff...and I was there with my T-shirt, socks, and gloves...

After that, I swore that no matter what, I was going to buy myself something that I wanted every Christmas...even if it was a little thing...just something for me. See, it was the principal. I was able to take care of everyone...but somehow, I was an afterthought. And its always been that way...But it's cool.
Like I said, now, because I can...What I bought myself was a Silver Surfer #6


And a Silver Surfer #9


I'm a Comic collector...I've been trying to get these issues for sometime, and the opportunity was right. So, Merry Christmas to Me...
And Merry Christmas to all of you out there who read my nonsensical rants and whatnot's..especially, Annie of the Blur...Jonzz, Poohbear and anyone else who comes along...

Happy holidays, and The end of the year rant is coming....


See ya soon.

Peace.

LOOKS ARE SO DECEIVING...
Yeah, look at em...these are the faces of innocence. But behind those furry muzzles lie the seeds of destruction!



This is what's left of my window screen...



It is in total ruin! It's in TWO PIECES! CHEWED! TORN! RIPPED TO SHREDS!
This would be expected from Puppies! But six year old dogs?! No!
Oh, and the screen door...They ripped it completely. Its hanging like a curtain.
AGGGGGGHHH!

How did all this come about? Well its like this...I take the car to get serviced.
Figure I get in there early, get all my stuff done, good to go.
I utilize good ol' map quest. figure I'll be there early...what happens, IT'S THE WRONG DEALERSHIP. Of course. Just so happens there are TWO Autoplex's in my area.
So, I jump on the freeway, get to the right one...still early, get the car set up..
get some coffee, a cherry fritter, watch the TODAY show...I'm good.
Get the car done, comes out less than I expected, Yea! me.
Drive home
I walk into the house..."hey boys! Daddy's home...WHAT HELL IS THIS?!"



Yes, I find this...crumpled mass of destructed aluminum and screen wire mesh on the patio floor....under the screen door, no less.
They killed it...The rat bastards!
OH GOD I cannot begin to explain how angry I was....then disappointed. I had totally thought I had brought them passed this, and now they revert to this destructive behaviour....
And before you say.."Wolfie, you didn't hit them!?"
No...I didn't hit them...but they did get the squirt bottle treatment...They don't like the squirt bottle..they know they did wrong when the squirt bottle comes out.
Well, I still had to replace the pendant..So I put the screen door back in place, put the screen inside and told them "I'LL BE BACK!"
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So many Sears...Not a lot of Sense...


This is one of the Gifts I'm getting my wife for ye old festive season...sorry for the picture quality, but I took it from the catalog. It's a Jade elephant with a ruby eye and gold accents, and a gold chain. Well, we all know, the chain was broken. So I go to Sears...turns out it's a Sears "essentials". They don't have a Jewelry department...So I go 8 miles to the next Sears...They have a Jewelry department...ok, we're cooking with gas.
I explain to the woman behind the counter what happened. Show her the section of chain that's broken...the receipt...She says.."So what do you want to do?"

Wolfie "Well, I was told, by your representative on the phone, that I could get it replaced, or refunded at my local Sears...You are my local Sears.."
Sales Lady.."Oh."
At this point, patience has left Wolfie..and the simmer switch has been turned on...

Sales Lady.."Well let me see what I can do.." She takes the pendant.
Comes back, tells me that she doesn't have any "utility chains" (these are chains that they use to replace broken chains...just for situations like this). Says she has a chain, but in White Gold.
She Serious...
White Gold...I say....The pendant is Jade, with a ruby eye, and GOLD ACCENTS...YELLOW GOLD accents. Would that look right to you? I ask her...
Sales Lady.."Well, I wouldn't wear it..but I'm not you..."
hmmm...

Can you just see the boil...

Sales Lady.."You know, you can buy a chain and put it on this...then get this chain repaired..."

OK..THAT'S IT!

Wolfie.."OK..You want me to buy a chain, to replace a broken chain, that I did not break, that was shipped to me broken, and get it repaired all at my expense...? ARE YOU INSANE? This is not acceptable. You're policy as stated on the slip I have here says that you can replace or refund...now get me someone who is going to do this and do it NOW!
READ THE SLIP!"

Needless to say, a manager came down, replaced the chain with a YELLOW GOLD chain...and all was good.

Buy a foking chain...OY!

The Other Shoe Dropped..And It Went BOOM!


Yeah...I'm having a good day..got my medical issues in order, still waiting on the EBAY thing to clear up, but everything's going hunky dory...I run my errands, come home, package from Sears is at the door. Cool! Wife's Christmas present is here!
Take it in...open it up...check it out..its rattling..not good.
See, its this Jade Elephant pendant on a gold chain. Really neat, has gold accents and a ruby eye. Well I see the Elephant, but no chain.

HMMMMM...Strange.

Closer inspection to the back of the card, shows the chain..IN TWO PIECES!

Wolfie's not a happy camper...Call Sears...I have to go in and have the chain replaced. So now I know what I have to do tomorrow..get car serviced, take gift to Sears, get chain replaced..I love ordering online...NOT!
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So, after all of this, the Wife calls...how's it going, how was your day...Guess what work told me??

Uh oh....

Now, in the final two days before she is to come to Arizona for good...She gets a call...Seems they have to Announce her position..the job that she is taking in Arizona, just in case there are any employees that are slotted for displacement or some shit like that...Basically, the same shit they did to her...the reason we moved here in the first Fucking place!

WHAT! Are they insane?! We just bought a house! And now they are telling you this...NOW!

No..No! This is not going to happen. I Refuse to let their petty bullshit play with our future.
Well first off..She told them to go Fok themselves (YEA! FOR MRS.WOLFIE!) Then she said, that she was already told that this was a "done deal" end of discussion.

But what really got her goat, her soon to be ex-boss comes out of her office and says:

ex-boss, "Well, I guess if they give that position to someone else, then I guess your screwed..you'd be out of a job.."

like the bitch was gloating.

That was when the wife hit the ceiling...To quote Popeye.."That's all I can stands..and I can't stands no more!"

Wife told them to either fix this shit, or she was going to her doctor..and say she was stressed out and would request a 45 day stress leave (our doctor likes her..he'd do it..)
Well boss lady was flustered..."You wouldn't do that????"

Wifey, "Try me!"

Wife called the Philly branch...discussed this with them..after calling her soon to be boss here in Arizona, who was pissed as well....Philly said they would fix it.

Here's the kicker...

They tell her.."Don't tell your husband.."

HAHAHAHAHAH! They don't fix this fok-up, I'm going into the hills to commune with my ancestors and then come down looking for some blood.


Damn Government Workers...

EBAY...ESCHMAY...

As any of you that have read my profile know, I have a hobby...That's collecting comics....and lots of us collectors do business on that bastion of e-commerce known as EBAY...Well, as I have an account with them and have for a few years, I decided to go and enter my new email and home addresses..respectively.

Check this out...I go on ebay..figure I'd change my email addy...I do so..it ask for my CC, assuring me that I will not be charged, this is only for "Verification". Ok...I enter the number...

I get redirected saying it cannot go to that webpage...

so I try again...and again...
after a few tries....like 13....I say screw it, I was able to change my home addy so I'll just go later...

earlier this evening, I'm paying some bills...decide to check my cc balance...Lo and behold there is a pending charge for 13.00! WTF!

I haven't used that card since before moving to AZ...So I check to see who's the charge on...and guess who it is????

Yup...EBAY!

THE FOKING RAT BASTARDS!

So, I go to ebay and send them the following:

[color=red]I tried to submit a new email today. for some reason, your site requested my Credit Card number...The note specifically stated that I would not..that the Card would not be Charged, and yet today I find charges to my Card for a total of 13.00! What gives? if this is how you subsidize your site I will close my account and take my business elsewhere! I want an answer Gentlemen, and I want it NOW!
As it is I was not able to change my email and I was charged a dollar for every time that I was re-directed to the site?? This is ridiculas...
Either credit my card or cancel my account. I will not do business this way.[/color]

it's very simple..I get my money..or I they lose a customer and get reported for fraud...

I don't care if its 13.00 or 130.00 or $.13 Don't try to rip me

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As if the day wasn't going well enough..I get a call from the Wife...tells me she lost her cell phone...Thinks she dropped it in the parking lot when she got her coffee this morning....

DAMN!

Ok..Wolfie's on the case..Call to Verizon...blah blah blah...New Phone on the way...Wife calls back, tell her it will be overnighted to where she's at now (sisters house) just make sure someone is there to sign for it..ok..
Then I get another call this afternoon...Wife again..Sister found the phone..
(AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
It was in the front yard, by the lemon tree...Sorry...can't we stop the new one??
No. It's being OVERNIGHTED....
So, now she has two...Merry Friggin' Christmas...

Then....day gets better...
Pharmacy calls..."Mr.Wolfie, Your medication will not be ready today...Your dumbass doctor has yet to call back...we faxed them twice..you need to call..."
It's 5 pm.

My doctor closes up shop 4pm California time...THANKS FOR CALLING ME NOW!

and you wonder why I talk about booze so much, Annie???


HO! HO! FOKING HO!

28 Miles to Piss in a Cup....

But this time, it's FOR REAL...

I GOT A JOB...That's right. Finally, after moving to this new state, searching the ad's...Posting the Resume, and taking all those Goddamn tests...Wolfie got a job!

But I digress....I had gone to this Staffing agency, filled out their paper work, taken their tests (damn tests again..ARGH!!!!) and was told that someone would be calling me with the specifics about a position that was a direct hire on 19Th and DEERBORNE (this is important, now). I get home, get an email with more tests (AGH!!!!)..do the tests with the exception of one that would not upload into my computer...AND I TRIED SIX TIMES!!!! so I sent the results back to the agency...explaining what happened with the one that would not upload. Also, explaining that I did not have the address to the job site...all I had was two streets, 19Th and DEERBORNE ( remember this now)...
So me, being the resourceful Wolfie that I am, map quested what I had and lo and behold I find that there is no 19Th and DEERBORNE! Oh, there is a 19Th Street...but there was no DEERBORNE (again..remember). So needless to say, I'm a bit peeved...no..I'm Pissed!

My weekend was OK...wife comes, goes...Monday comes, I decide to call the staffing agency, talk to a woman there, explain about the program that wouldn't upload, and that no one ever called with the address for the job..oh and by the way, there is no DEERBORNE...
Shanna the Staffing Agent.."It's Deer field.."
Wolfie.."What?"
Shanna the Staffing Agent..."The street...it's Deerfield...19Th and Deer field.."
Wolfie.."I was told DEERBORNE...Great..That explains why map quest didn't have anything.." YES, I was being facetious...
Shanna the Staffing Agent.."I'm very sorry Mr.Wolfie, I can set you up with another interview..."
So I get set up with another interview...Then I get called from this Pharmaceutical Company...they got my resume from Monster...they would like to set up an interview.
At this point, I don't care, I need a job. So I go, and I'm there...FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS! And what do I get????

We'll be making our decision by Monday the 18Th....

Yeah, heard that before...

So, I drive home...and I'm feeling like crap BTW.

I go to sleep.....

I was going to sleep in that morning...I get a phone call.

Robin from The Pharmacy Company " Good Morning Mr.Wolfie...Blah blah blah, Robin from blah blah ..."

Wolfie.."Yes, I remember...good to hear from you..Blah blah nice nice..(mind you its a stretch for me to be nice in the morning..)"

Robin from The Pharmacy Company..."Mr.Wolfie, we have made our decision and would like to offer you a position with the company...blah blah blah..you have the job.."

WOLFIE SO HAPPY!

So I go down to the site, fill out my final paper work...and get my paper work for my "Drug test"...They give me a map..I utilize handy dandy map quest..and the closest one is 28 miles away from me...WHAT!..28 mile just to pee in a cup!

So I go...35 minutes in traffic, and arrive there to wait another hour again, just to pee in a cup.
Only to find out that there is a lab about five miles from my house...GREAT! IT WASN'T ON THE LIST!

I don't care...
I GOT A JOB...
I am a Patient Care Advocate..man is that a misnomer...hahahaha!

this ought to be good fuel for future rants.

Well, the soup wasn't cutting it....

I tried...I really did, but the soup wasn't doing it...So those of you who are faint of heart, look away...Those of you who are Vegitarians...BAH!...I have here, and introduce to you the one...the only....


Wolfie Burger!

its very tasty, and I believe the best thing for a head cold...Why? you ask...Well, I'll tell you. First of all, it's not beef. I know, I know.."BOO! Wolfie..that's not a burger" you say...but it is..its a turkey burger. See the original Wolfie burger was made from Ostrich meat...but I didn't have any...So I got the next best thing..Turkey..There's a reason for this, I'll get to that in a minute....But back to the WB...See, what you need is some ground turkey meat, a palm full of seasoned Italian bread crumbs, a dash of olive oil, Mrs.dash seasoning, Cayenne pepper, and A-1 bold and spicy steak sauce.

The Cayenne pepper is the key. It's what opens the sinuses.

You get a mixing bowl, mix in the meat, bread crumbs, oil and Mrs. Dash...Mix them all into a nice patty...and then toss it in a pan....then add the pepper..one side, then the other...after five minutes of searing, pour on the A-1 (to taste), let it cook...then flip, and pour sauce on the other side.

Burger should take about ten to fifteen minutes to get medium well...but you make it the way ya want.

The Wolfie Burger is the best..top it with your own fixings...Today I just used a little mayo, Swiss cheese and more A-1...it was HEAVEN! That and a Big glass of OJ..I'm feeling pretty good. I'll have soup tomorrow.

Oh and the meat thing..what can I say..doctors.

For Pooh...And those of you who...

This is a strange little place, not really quite little. It's not on any map, and you won't find it it Frommer's. If you ask the Government, the Military or people like that, they'll say it doesn't exist. But ask anyone who's interested in the the Strange, the unusual or the just plain weird and they'll tell you,Area 51 is real, as real as Vegas is to a gambler.

So what goes on there? What indeed. Did they hide secrets of the extraterrestrial kind, things that others might find. Are there aliens there? Not the ones that the news heads blurb about jumping the borders day in and day out, but the ones that cross the borders of time and space. In ships that defy logic, with objects that confound the imagination. And drive men to do the almost unspeakable to cover the secrets from the rest of us.

There are those among us, that would go to the greatest of lengths to see just what is hidden behind the bunkers, the hangers, the doors, under the floors. Is curiosity or a driving need...some would say its a drive to succeed.

But there is a dark side to that place, because they will shoot all that trespass. Why? Why hide the secrets? We'll probably never know, because Area 51 is no longer where it used to be. See, as with all things secret in nature, when things got too hot, they packed up ship and sailed on to another port.....docked in another site.

So Pooh, you see, Area 51 is still that what it was always set out to be, a mystery for you...a mystery for me.

Andy Warhol did it with one can....

I'm showing four. I was kinda pissed off today...well, lately I've been a little ticked off a many times, but today really got to me. See, I had an appointment for this job interview, and the job paid $18.00 an hour, so I was going in to really impress, tie and all...Now, last night, I was feeling totally blah, so I tried to sleep(yeah, that happened..not). Got up at six a.m. because I was supposed to have another interview with a company through this Temp agency I signed up with, But they never called me with the correct address! So no interview.

Day starting off perfect, so far.

So, it comes time for my afternoon interview...I go, The place turns out to be the local unemployment office. I go in, me dressed up...everyone dressed in everyday garb...go to the desk, give my name and reason for being there. Woman looks at me like I'm speaking a third world tongue.

Day hits that perfect spot...

She has no idea, what the hell I'm talking about, who I'm talking about...says fill out a card, someone will call my name.

It hits me right about fifteen minutes later, that I'm wasting my time there...So I leave. Drive back home, pissed! Get home, change clothes...go out back with the dogs and then call the temp agency...To let them know that I did not receive the information that I should have, and is this how its supposed to work?
They appologized, and set me up with the same company for Friday.

Fine and dandy...I'm still pissed. And feeling pretty lousy to boot. Then I remember the soup.
So I hop in the Wolfie mobile (yes, I actually call it that...) and drive to the store. Walking through the isle's, I spot the cans of Campbells soup, and that famous pic of Andy's comes to mind...A freakin can of soup. This clown with the lousy white hair took a picture of a can of Campbells Soup, and made millions...I just want some with a sandwich.

Go figure...

I have another interview tomorrow...and yeah, I bought the soup..

Anyway ya spell it...I could use it right about now...

Don't know if it's a cold, or just the a case of the Blah's...but I'm not feeling up to par. And it really sucks, too...I have two interviews in the morning..really need the job (as my regular readers have know from my past bitchings..er..bloggings...), and I have to get up early too...oy.

What sucks even more, I did what I didn't want to do, I signed up with a temp agency.
Why? I don't know...I answered an ad for a direct hire, seems the company was going through a temp agency....Thing is, the damn agency was supposed to call me back after I had my interview with them on Friday...well, had the interview, which BTW, took forever and damn day, and did they call me? NO! The rat bastards...

But they did send me some nice assessment tests to do online...some of which would not download onto my computer...so I send them a nice email, letting them know this, and that the rep who was to call, never did...and, that they also forgot to give me the exact address for the interview...See, I'd like to know that I actually have an interview, instead of just showing up and have them say.."I'm sorry, we have nothing for Mr.Wolfie" Won't I look the fool.

Feeling like I feel right now, I think I'd be a little ticked off...know what I mean.
Guess watching "Kingdom of Heaven" right about now, isn't a good idea...huh?...
hey, whats a little medieval violence if not to soothe the nerves...eh..

Back to the soup...

Yeah, I should have gone out and got some...don't know what it is, maybe its missing the wife, maybe its all this hassling with the jobs...maybe its the weather changing.
I just feel yucky...and that's my Official term. I feel worse than Charlie Brown getting the push off from the little Red Haired Girl at dance time...

Guess its just a funk...I don't know...if I was a drinking man, I'd say, nothing a couple of shots of vodka can't help...but I'm not a drinking man.
So I guess its a jigger of Orange Juice....hmmm..but that soup sounds sooo good. Maybe I'll stop and grab some fixings tomorrow.....

Its 12:30 am my time...and I'm wide awake...that really sucks.

where's my Benedryl....

WE ALL GET EM....

Well, most of us do...I just got my first one today..well we, my wife and I...it's from her ex-boss...a very nice one. Got me thinking about that multi-billion dollar industry that takes flight at this time of year, what I like to call "The Silly Season". No, I'm not making light of a certain someones birth...Those of you who are religious, don't send the hate mail....I call it that because people tend to get mega silly at this time of year.

What with all the sales, and mad dashes to get those presents out, the cards..the wrapping, the trees, dressing uncle Jack up as Santy...Poor uncle Jack...Ya know the poor schlub just wants to crawl into that bottle of Jim Beam ya got him for Xmas Cheer, and as soon as you put them kids to sleep, that's exactly what he's gonna do...along with dad, brother and the rest of anyone else who'll join him.

Yeah...The silly season...People going nuts to get that better parking space...fuck it, let em have it. No sense in getting shot for a few feet of walking distance, eh what...That Lady wants the last size 6 dress in red, let her have it..even though you know she's two sizes too big to get into it..and will be returning it Friday..You'll get it half off anyway. Yes, just say Merry Christmas...smile, and wave...though in your heart of hearts you're screaming.."take it ya stupid cow...we both know you're not a SIX...MORE LIKE A SIXTEEN!"

Then slog back to that lousy parking spot...pass that clown that just had to have the good one that he cut you off to get it....drive home through the traffic, the fingers, the horns, the glares, the vacant stares....and into the house, with Uncle Jack, happily Blitzed and snoozing in the corner...with the dog drinking JB from the dog dish....wrap the last minute gifts...go through the mail, and see that...That card, from the friend you haven't seen in years...the cousin you thought dropped off the face of the earth....Aunt Marie....Grandma...Your son...Your daughter...Or..that someone you thought didn't care.
And then its Christmas....


Till the dog throws up on the rug...and you contemplate covering it up with Jacks new coat...


Merry Christmas...

Out of the Dark...


Guess what this is...?



Back to that in a minute.
I'm tired. Tired of all the crap I've been putting up with the last few days. So I'm getting away from that. Some of you (Annie) have wondered what the hell that thing is that is next to my face in my picture....That is my Faux pipe.

I made this



one afternoon while I was bored and watching "Dances with Wolves". The bowl has a skull face carved into it and the pipe is just decorated as best I could without cutting my fingers to pieces. I have yet to color it...I don't know, it just looks cool to me, this way...and seeing as I don't smoke, I use it when contemplating things...like what to write next on my blog...or what comment to leave elsewhere...

I have other hobbies, but that one works most for me.


Now, with the silly season upon us, I know that there are those of us that are thinking..."Why?" Well, because. We need this, people...I don't care who you are, where you are, or why the fuck you are alone, find someone, anyone...a friend, an acquaintance, a co-worker...anybody...a freaking body..but don't be alone this year. Please, even if its on the net...the web, or back and forth on this blog...for your own damn sanity...Don't be alone this time of year...it ain't cool, it ain't right...and Wolfie will bite if he finds out you were.

Really, no one needs to be alone this time of year, and there are too many damn people in the world for us to be.

I've come to the realization, that no matter what...I'm going to succeed in this damn world. Somewhere, somehow...just haven't figured it out yet...but I will.
And I want you all to be there...someway.

Peace.

oh yeah..the pic in the dark....thats me.

flash didn't work.

Now ya know, YA JUST KNOW SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, IS FUCKING WITH YOUR HEAD....


How?

When you apply for a position...they send you paperwork to fill out...and then, out of the blue, you get this in your email:


We regret to inform you that the Tech 4.Customer Service position located in our Tempe office for which you applied has been cancelled. We encourage you to apply for other positions


COME ON! You have got to be kidding me? They just Cancelled the freaking position?
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!
Someone help a brother out here...
I got nothing against Wal-Mart..but I'm not ready to throw in the towel and take the easy route..
I've got 13 years of customer service experience, damn it....These bastards have not beaten me...

I'm the Wolf...and the prey has just come into sight...

Riding higher than a kite one day, Shot down in flames the next......

Yes...so close, tossed within reach, only to be taken away like so much candy from the proverbial baby.
Yesterday, You passed the test Wolfie, you did very well, quite well, in fact. Come on back, sit in on a some calls...Tomorrow you'll have your formal interview, fill out your paperwork...training starts on Monday...BLAH BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH!

So I go today...Well lets start this off right...

Welcome to Great Wide Empty...



I started off to my "Formal Interview" all Spiffy...shirt, tie..nice slacks..driving through this ...What I call the Great wide empty...mind you, they are building, but its taking forever...

Going along, I hit, you guessed it...Traffic...










OK, I slog through that...miss a few of the local rubber necks as they stop to partake of the state's pass time...Wreck Viewing....narrowly miss getting hit by a few of said rubber neckers, and then make it to my interview, early too...as requested, BTW, to fill out the blah blah paperwork.
So here goes Wolfie...all spiffy, mind you...smile at the receptionist, smile at the representative who said I did "So well on the test"....fill out the paperwork...and....

INTERVIEW.


Interviewer: "WAH WAH WAH...Blah...Techie..techie..blah blah..Customer Service good...Technical skills...light...."

hm mm....


Wolfie..." I understand with the training that it would be comprehensive enough to walk a customer through a basic setup..."

Interviewer..."BLAH BLAH...Technical Skills...Blah blah..light, very light....OK thank you for coming in...we still have a few more candidates to see, if we don't call you by Friday, give us a call, back."....

In other words...SEE YA!


Wolfie..."Thank you for seeing me...Goodbye."

Inner Wolfie..."KISS MY ASS YOU BASTARD! I know what Don't call us we'll call you means!"

So, I left...drove home....mad. Very angry mind you. Drove home...got home, looked at my DVD player, the one that for some reason was giving me sound and no picture...and fixed it.
All the while cursing out the job I didn't get...my dogs looked at me like I was nuts.

So it's back to square one..Though, I thought the training they were going to give was to support my light tech skills..Silly me....Whatever...

I am the Wolf..and what is a wolf if not a hunter.

The hunt continues.

I GOT A JOB!!!!

I guess being pissed off worked in my favor today....I woke up early, couldn't help it, didn't sleep much. Showered, feed the boys, got about a gulp or two of coffee, got dressed, drove the 30 miles to the site, and took their damn test ( yeah another damn test!). Did I study for it...a little, I went to the class they offered on Saturday, which by the way was the Evelyn Wood Speed reading version of teaching, barely gave a person time to write any notes let alone absorb material...Yet...I took the test, And.....

I PAST THE FUCKER!

You're damn right! Who da man? Who da man? WOLFIE's Da MAN! DAMNIT! I not only passed, I was told that I did EXTREMELY WELL on it....YEAH BUDDY!

If I didn't need the damn job, I'd have told them...thank you..goodbye...
but things being what they are, Wolfie needs the money, damnit...

So, now I'm back to the ranks of the employed. No more late nights, no more fun...now I'm back to traffic, drudgery, the Grind...the...

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!

Oh yeah, mortgage....


Never mind..

The moment of clarity is gone....I'm back.


Yea me...I got a job...

can I go back to bed now???

A dark house, wind, and a squeaking tree....



well, it's me again...another weekend come and gone and I'm here alone. Sucks.
I have an interview in the morning..I'm not sleepy...I have to be up early....
wife left for the week..long story, she's in California for another two weeks...Why? because the weenies she works for can't do diddly squat without her...because they haven't hired anyone to replace her on the odd chance that she'll change her mind and move back! This is what her sister and aunt are thinking too...

GET IT THROUGH YOUR MIND PEOPLE!

WE AIN'T COMING BACK! WE BOUGHT A FREAKING HOME....ARIZONA IS HOME NOW!

Woflie shouldn't blog when Wolfie is mad....

nite folks...