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  2. CarlHoliday

    Needed: Tack

    By CarlHoliday,

    I delivered a load of grapes to Shelbyville, TN, today and on the way back to civilization I saw a business's sign: B_________ Tack. Underneath this bit of vague information was a bit of clarification in large bold letters: Horse Equipment. And further down, there was, of course, a brief listing of the kinds of equipment this business will sell you for your horse.
     
    No problem right?
     
    Wrong!
     
    All along US-231 before and after this sign there are many, many horse farms. There are stables, breeding farms, training farms, and just horses out in the pasture farms. This is horse country. So, yes, they need a tack shop.
     
    But, although I am not a horse person, primarily because horses, while nice to look at out in the pasture, are evil-minded, spiteful creatures that have no qualms whatsoever about killing the person riding them in any manner they choose, I do know that a tack shop sells horsey stuff. You need horsey equipment and gear, you go to a tack shop.
     
    Now, if I, a non-horse person knows what a tack shop sells, why does B_________ Tack have to advise its potential customers that it sells horse equipment?
     
    Well, this is Tennessee and it's in the South, so maybe the horse people around B_________ Tack do not know what a tack shop sells. Maybe, just maybe, they might think B__________ Tack sells tacks. You know, those sharp pointy things you use to stick notes to a bulletin board. I've never actually come across a business that only sells tacks, but maybe the people at B___________ Tack have and they want to make certain the horsey people around them know that they can buy whatever tack items they need at B___________ Tack and that B_________ Tack does not sell tacks, although they might have a few on their bulletin board.
     
    You just can't be too obvious these days because there are people around who just don't know what tack is when you're talking about horses. Unless, you're like me and don't like horses, then you're likely to know, except it doesn't matter for us because we're not looking for tack, so we won't be patronizing B__________ Tack.
     
    And, I wouldn't go to a tack shop for tacks anyway. I go to office supply stores for my tacks.
     
    (Still higher than a kite, but my boss "has experience with bipolar stuff" so he "understands" where I'm at. WTF is that all about? I just know I have to be extra careful and I get easily distracted. Yesterday, I stopped to take a break and pay a few bills online and three hours later I suddenly became aware that it was three hours later and I was almost finished with Chapter 18 of the Schticky story. Trust me, being on an extended high is not necessarily fun. Now, I know I need a mood stabilizer. What scares me the most is the potential for getting worse. I read an article online that said extended periods of hypomania can have a detrimental effect on the well-being of the sufferer. I don't need any detrimental effects, thank you very much. Well, got to go pickup some yogurt. Another night load. I hate night loads. Night loads aren't good when you're having trouble with sleep because you're suffering from hypomania. I don't want to throw in the towel, yet. I've got to think of something funny. Funny helps. God, I hate being like this. Now I know why people who've suffered from depression for a long time off themselves. This is not nice.)
     
    is not happy!
  5. CarlHoliday

    Let them eat salad

    By CarlHoliday,

    Did the East Bay thingy this morning.
     
    Left Stockton early with my load of cut up pigs (or pork, for those of you who prefer a more tasty description of what was in those boxes) destined for a lot of Japanese mouths and made it to Oakland in good time. Unfortunately, the unload took extra time because whoever monitored the loading of the trailer in Tar Heel (yes, there is a town called Tar Heel), NC, didn't know how to set load locks so they don't fall and allow the load to shift. Fortunately, the receiver did not reject the load, which they could
  6. CarlHoliday

    Oops!

    By CarlHoliday,

    Well, I was hoping it wouldn't happen, but I bumped into another truck, again.
     
    They company who wouldn't take me back said I couldn't go a year without having an accident. Well, they seem to know me better than I do.
     
    On the other hand, I can say, "I bet I can stub my toe on nothing better than you." Sometimes being accident-prone leads to all sorts of schticky behavior. I think I do a fairly decent double-take; not too good with pratfalls, though.
     
    Then the receiver this morning rejected a whole pallet of ketchup. They ordered sphaghetti sauce, not ketchup. They don't even sell the size of container the ketchup is in, otherwise they might have kept it. So, I can't go anywhere until I can get rid of a pallet of ketchup and that won't happen until the Claims people come to work tomorrow morning. Anybody got a whole lot of French fries, say about 40 acres. If you only have 20 acres, maybe we can find someone with a field of beef to grind up into burgers. Ketchup on eggs, anyone? If I had a lot of mustard, I could make ketchup and mustard sandwiches (tastes just like a burger).
     
    I suppose I'd be having a lot more fun if I had more money and wasn't in Bald Knob. I'm not saying Bald Knob is a dull place because they do have the Strawberry Fest in May, but I don't like ketchup with my strawberries. I'm saying I might have more fun if I had more than $10, which is all I have. Of course, I do have a bunch of ketchup, so at least I can bring some of the condiments to the party, as long as you're not serving strawberries.
  7. CarlHoliday

    Looking up

    By CarlHoliday,

    Things are, that is.
     
    Although, I was looking up last night when I had to pee and stopped on an off-ramp in Arizona. There was a whole lot of dark out there and when I looked up not only could I see the Milky Way, but Snickers, M and M's, and a Pay Day bar, too.
     
    When I was younger I was very afraid of the dark. Still am, a bit. Things hide in the dark, things that go bump in the night, like the stereo in my truck. The base is set at a decent level, but last night as I was driving across a dark part of New Mexico, "Telstar" by The Ventures came up on my Nano and there are a few base notes at the beginning that sound like I running over a pack of coyotes. Thump, thump, thump, etc. When I specifically selected the song, it didn't do it. But a few hours later when I was in Arizona, the song came up again (I changed playlists) and there was that thump, thump, thump. Unnerving to say the least. I half expected to see some creature hanging on the mirror bracket knocking on my door. (Do you remember that Twilight Zone episode where William Shatner sees the gremlins tearing at the wing of the airplane?) I was positive I had gremlins. Normally, they're rather innocuous creatures, but get out in the middle of nowhere and watch out!
     
    I have to do Flagstaff to Kingman tonight (Elk!) and the Mojave.
     
    Tomorrow I'm getting a 2nd seat. That's a new driver who has been out for one month with a trainer and has to ride with an independent contractor (like me) for 2 to 4 weeks, depending on whether they're going to lease a truck or become a company driver. Guess who only has to go 2 weeks.
     
    Third week in a row with none or very little money in the paycheck. I got $15.74 today because they took out the $535 I owed from last week.
     
    Next week I expect money.
     
    The following week should be a lot of money because I make money when the 2nd seat is driving, too. That's the whole point of having a 2nd seat. I get his miles at $0.90 per mile and I only have to pay him $0.11 per mile. I get to practically double my miles and only have to pay out a pittance.
     
    Well, got to go. Have to be in Riverside tomorrow at 0700. (It's only 493 miles, but I drive a big, slow truck that is governed at 62 mph.)
  8. CarlHoliday

    Extreme Silliness

    By CarlHoliday,

    The gloomies have passed.
     
    Don't get your hopes up because I'm not 100% here.
     
    Suddenly, today I flew out of the dark hole I've been in for the past few weeks and experienced the extreme silliness of the high end of the type of bipolar disease I have.
     
    Looking back at that moment (it actually lasted a couple hours), I can't believe what was going through my mind, but most of it was extremely silly.
     
    It might have had something to do with the extremely cute guy I ran into in North Rose, NY, yesterday. Early twenties, slender build, nice demeanor, dripping with innocence, he was the kind of guy you want to take home and announce to the world, "This is the man I'm going to marry." He was that cute. Given the chance, I certainly would've done nasty things to his young body.
     
    Or, maybe, it had a lot to do with being in Ohio. I like Ohio. Sorry, if you don't like it, but I have to say, "I like Ohio." It's such an innocuous State and you can't say that about a lot of the other States. I did the Three C's today: Cleveland, Columbus, and Cincinnati. Well, I didn't actually do Cleveland or Cincinnati because there are some places I'd rather not take a big truck. I did the I-90 thing in Cleveland the other day and thoroughly enjoyed the 35 m.p.h. ninety degree turn. I always do. Columbus was, as usual, a hole. I'm not saying which one, but if you were going to give Ohio an enema, Columbus would be the place to insert the hose.
     
    Anyway, I had a good think on the new story, "The Terran Boy." It touches on a sensitive subject: missing children. It isn't about missing children, per se. The character, Steven Chambers, who is "The Terran Boy" is taken by aliens from a sidewalk in Anywhere, USA. He's coming home late from the skate park and disappears without a trace. Well, other than his skateboard and clothes on the sidewalk, there is no trace of him. He's sent to a place called the Game Farm. It's a planet that caters to this sentient gastropod species that will pay trillions of credits to hunt down and devour humans. So, UMS (Universal Marketing Scheme, Ltd.) created a planet where young humans are taken to be trained to evade capture because the hunters do not want their victims to give up. They definitely do not honor white flags. The other main character in the story is a star cruiser pilot, Dirk Syn, who rescues the Terran boy from the clutches of a very evil man, Beezo Smint.
     
    But, first I have to finish the Schticky story, which is close to the inevitable "The End"; or not. I haven't decided. The plot hit a peak in Chapter 13 and the story advanced one year between 13 and 14.
     
    Plus, I'm headed to California where I hope to pick up a student to ride with me and help me make some of those big bucks that can be had by running team loads. I've heard all the horror stories about having inexperienced drivers behind the wheel of your truck, but I need the money.
     
    So, I'm back, sort of.
     
    One day at a time, that's all I can do right now.
     
    (And, hope I get sent back to North Rose, NY, to pick up another load of apples from that incredibly cute shipping clerk.)
  9. CarlHoliday

    Bye, for now

    By CarlHoliday,

    Um, well, what can I say?
     
    There are a lot of things going on right now that require my utmost attention.
     
    Unfortunately, there are a lot of things going on right now that, well, you see, I need to unload some of the extra baggage I
  10. CarlHoliday

    Entry attempt 4

    By CarlHoliday,

    Last night before I left Menomonie, WI, I wrote two blog entries and destroyed both by doing something stupid. I was so high I was beginning to wonder if I'd be safe on the road over here to Green Bay.
     
    No, I was not taking drugs or imbibing any liquor. I was just higher than a kite and bouncing off the walls from that good ol' bipolar shit. Frankly, it felt good to be high, again. Why take drugs or drink liquor when I can get whacko all on my own? Of course, I tend to mess up on the serious stuff, but I'm having a blast doing it.
     
    (I had to move the truck to put it into a dock and lost the entry, again. So, it's now my fourth attempt to write a little something. I hope they don't unload the diced onions too quickly. That's right, folks, I've got 46,600 pounds of frozen diced onions in my trailer. Boggles the mind, sometimes.)
     
    So, anyway, both entries seemed to center around what I was listening to on my iTunes. Like, now, Del Shannon was singing "Runaway".
     
    I killed off a popular character in my Schticky story and a few people have complained. They hope by some miracle he'll be coming back, which, to me, is kind of strange. Sure he was cute and, yes, he had sex with Spid, but he also had his father buy Spid from his family. Let me ask you, if you had the chance to buy a person just for sexual gratification, would you do it? Would your friends think highly of you? You know, of course, that you can buy a person for sexual gratification. There's quite a market out there for young nubile bodies who, properly trained, will doing practically anything for their bowl of gruel. Yes, he was cute, but some sins are never forgiven.
     
    Now, we're having a bit of trouble with the language barrier. Sorry! I'm having fun with it anyway. But, not to worry, everything settles down eventually and everybody will be speaking English just like everyone else in the Universe. It's kind of comforting knowing you speak the one language everyone in the whole world understands.
     
    You'll have to excuse me, but I'm not high this morning and my entry is suffering.
     
    Plus, they've started unload the onions, so I'll have to leave soon, anyway.
  11. CarlHoliday

    Bored silly

    By CarlHoliday,

    Finally finished Chapter 8 of the Schticky story.
     
    Chapter 9 hangs on the first word. Does anyone know how many inner cranial probes are required to read the memories of a political prisoner? Surprisingly, it's not as many as you might think. Well, of course, there is a lot of pain afterwards. Your head would hurt too if someone shoved twenty long metal probes into your brain. Thankfully, these people aren't barbarians because the procedure is done under anesthesia, but once you wake up you wish you hadn't. Traditionalists aren't too happy with the new interrogation techniques because they take all the fun out of torture.
     
    Hoping the shipper works on Labor Day, but doubt it very much. Rio Rico, Arizona, is probably a fun place to live, but when you've got a 53 foot trailer attached to your ass, there's not much fun to be found, especially when you have to stay on the truck route.
     
    Therefore, feeling totally silly, I feel it is time, once again, to visit my favorite corner of some universe far, far away. I probably enjoy religion more than anyone I know and if you enjoy something there's no telling how much fun you can have. Sometimes I think I have too much fun with religion.
     
    The following stories are said to have been compiled by Prumt sri
  12. CarlHoliday

    Moving right along

    By CarlHoliday,

    It seems my first schticky story is off and running with a number of readers actually leaving comments in my forum. So, you ask, where does this schtick stuff come from? Well, a number of years ago I started writing the history of the Argottean Federation and this news item came out:
     
    3 Hurl -531
  13. CarlHoliday
    Thirty-six years ago today I was living in a small one bedroom furnished apartment in Cabot, Arkansas, with the woman I was going to marry, which I did as tomorrow is our 36th anniversary. Today I am in the Holiday Inn Express in Ontario, California, and the other half is home in Lakewood, Washington. Yes, she is a bit bummed with the whole concept of me being here and her being there. Such is life.
     
    Today I increased my score on a very critical test at my new company. Now I will be able to lease a truck and make many more dollars, which should make the other half a little happier. Plus, by leasing a truck, little Bonita will be able to come with the other half when I take her out with me next summer.
     
    So, I happy and sad at the same time making this a mediocre day. Such is life.
  14. CarlHoliday

    Green Bay, WI

    By CarlHoliday,

    Yesterday drove from Liberty, MO, to Green Bay, WI. Yes, it was a long drive. Unfortunately, as I neared Madison, WI, large accumulations of black air began to settle upon the countryside making it extremely difficult to see anything that was in the headlights or under streetlamps. Wisconsin was totally in the dark.
     
    Luckily, early this morning, after delivering a load of Arizona cheese to be reprossessed and relabeled Wisconsin cheese, the black air slowly dissipated due to increased amounts of direct and indirect sunlight. Wisconsin's cows seemed happy.
     
    Wisconsin looks especially green today.
  15. CarlHoliday

    A loving mother

    By CarlHoliday,

    Yesterday at our lunch break, one of my classmates, a very interesting woman who drives one of the vans that ferries us between the driving school and the Holiday Inn Express, was overheard talking to another group of students about her family. She was mostly talking about her youngest son, who happens to be gay. She had a lot of funny stories about him, but what got to me the most was when she said, "He's my boy. I can't stop loving him. No matter what, I still love him."
     
    It's nice to hear that now and then.
  16. CarlHoliday

    Finally

    By CarlHoliday,

    The truck driving refresher course I'll be attending begins 6/28. That'll be 17 days in sunny Mira Loma, CA. Then it's out on the road for 90 days before I'll be eligible to get my own truck.
     
    It's been a long, long time, but it feels good to be going back.
     
    I've stopped taking the mood stabilizer since I ran out and couln't afford to get them refilled. Actually, I feel a lot better for not having them. I am going back on the antidepressant as soon as I get some money, which should be tomorrow. Although I'm not feeling depressed all the time, I do have moments when it sneaks up on me. Right now they're not big slumps, but with my history, I don't need one of those. So, I'll take my medicine like a good boy should. Plus, I've been having some problems with insomnia, which we all know can be a symptom of depression.
     
    As you know, I tried to get a loan at the credit union, but they needed to have a joint applicant to back me up because I don't have a job right now. Well, needless to say all but one of my so called friends said no way or they simply never called back. I guess that says a lot about the quality of the friends I had. (For awhile I was thinking the old proverb "a friend in need, is a friend indeed" had recently changed to "a friend in need, is a friend you don't need", but I realized I don't have all that many friends, so I had a limited pool of prospects to begin with.)
     
    Unfortunately, the one true friend is having some serious credit problems so that was a dead end. The loan counselor at the credit union did not see any humor when I said I've got good credit and my friend has good income, so why can't we combine the positives and drop the negatives to come up with a loan. I thought it sounded like a good idea, but you know rules are rules and they must be followed.
     
    Anyway, I took the $20K equity in my 2009 Subaru Forester to the dealer who originally sold me the car and they were gracious enough to give me the money I was seeking at the credit union and a decent used car (2006 Ford 500 with only 30K miles). Since I'm going to be out in the truck and the wife can't drive anymore because she's blind in one eye (20/400) and still has problems with the other eye, the "new" car is just going to sit most of the time, which is okay with me.
     
    So, all in all, I'm feeling pretty good right now. I'm not looking forward to being stuck without a car in sunny California for nearly three weeks, but at least I have a almost certain job and should have time to work on the new writing project and the Fall Anthology entry I've already written (did that yesterday) (another symptom of depression is an overwhelming need to write; take the pills dummy).
  17. CarlHoliday
    As the money leaked out, I hoped and hoped and hoped that something would come my way, but nothing, absolutely nothing in the way of a new job raised its joyous head and yelled, "Hey you! Here I am! Pick me!"
     
    I had a plan, though. It was such a good plan, nothing could go wrong.
     
    Unfortunately, Robert Burns said it best:
     
    The best laid schemes o' mice and men
    Go often askew,
     
    Yesterday, one of the companies I thought was interested in hiring me, but never returned my calls, sent me an email saying they were hiring solo drivers. That's me! I want to be a solo driver. They sent me an email!
     
    So, I call and the recruiter says that I've been off the road too long and need to go thru their refresher training program.
     
    Yes! I can do this.
     
    So, I put in place my plan of action. I tell the recruiter to give me 24 hours to get a few things in order and I'll call back.
     
    Then I call the credit union and say I want to refinance my car (which I own free and clear and is the only asset I have to my name) and the credit counselor takes my applicatioon. Unfortunately, my loan request has to be sent to the loan officers for approval. (???!)
     
    This morning a loan officer calls and says, "Your loan looks good and you have good credit, but you do not have any current income." (looks innocent over telephone) "You need to find someone, a family member (most are dead) or friend (yeah, right) who would be willing to sign the loan as a joint applicant." (In earlier times, a joint applicant was called a co-signer, but that term had a lot of negative connotations, so it was changed to something more innocuous.)
     
    You can't imagine how many friends you have you are unwilling to take any risks in life. Well, maybe you can imagine. No matter how you say it, nobody wants to have to take on the payments if anything should happen to me.
     
    So, the one opportunity I need to get the boat turned around and heading to port turns into a bust.
  18. CarlHoliday
    It just came to me.
     
    The working title of the new fable is now "The Valley of the Dwarfs."
     
    Yes, I know! I know!
     
    It's been done.
     
    But, this isn't a rehash of "The Valley of the Dolls."
     
    Honest.
     
    Besides, the strongest intoxicant in the Hinterland is dwarf ale, which will knock you down onto the floor and roll you around in the filth.
     
    Just finished Chapter 5. A couple werewolves showed up. And, it was daylight! Figure that one out. The alpha male, Alberto of La Rosa, is black and the alpha female, Angela, is brown. Very talkative, full of information.
     
    Angela has the hots for one of the secondary characters, a fourteen-year-old orphan named Dieter, but he knows he'd be playing second fiddle to Alberto, so he keeps putting her off. Frankly, I think she's just playing with him, but one never knows about werewolves.
     
    That's all for now.
  19. CarlHoliday

    it's over

    By CarlHoliday,

    the recent bout of hypergraphia has subsided into general malaise and i am wrapped in a blanket of dark melancholy.
     
    luckily, the meds keep me up enough to prevent acts of fatal stupidity.
     
    hopefully, will be back on track soon. the gnome story was going good, but the light changed and won't change back to green.
     
    in the meantime, my next story dreams can come true will be out soon. as with the previous story, it is short. i can't seem to be able to do anything of substantial length.
     
    for your reading pleasure, I offer this.
     
    life is a constant cycle, some handle it better than others.
  20. CarlHoliday
    Don't know where it came from. Where do stories come from? Out of the ether I suppose.
     
    Anyway, it's a fairy tale. You know, one of those Grimm brothers tales about curses, monsters, princes, fair maidens (only in this case it's not a maiden).
     
    Don't know what's to become of it. Since I've pretty much every thing I've started this year is hanging around undone in the Doc folder. Of course, this hasn't been a very good year, but the meds seemed to have stabilized me, so let's keep our fingers crossed.
     
    Anyway, in the past three nights I've knocked out over four chapters, so at least it has a good start out of the gate.
     
    Basically, the story goes like this: Way back sometime before the Renaissance swept over Europe, a young man, Gregor, (around twenty) sets out on a journey to the "coast" where he is to be apprenticed to his uncle as a butcher. Along the way, he's waylaid by a hideous monster who takes him to a castle atop a rocky crag. (Didn't put it in, but it was probably raining and flashes of lightening filled the air.) At the castle, he is put under the butler, named Roger, who blathers on and on about the most inane stuff.
     
    Gregor is taken up to his tower room, where Roger leaves him for the night. That's when the magic starts. Seems Gregor has the knack for doing feats of unbelievable magic. Well, Roger had used a magic spell to bring clothes for Gregor to wear. (Did I mention Gregor was naked when the monster nabbed him? Bathing in the river after a long hot hike in the forest.) Gregor makes himself a nice supper and breakfast the following morning, after which he goes down to find Roger and find out what's going on.
     
    Roger sends him to the Master of the Castle, a man cursed to live in the castle for eternity because he kept catamites until discovered by his father, the king of some unnamed country, who put him in the castle. Although the Master is centuries old, he doesn't look a day over twenty-three. It's his plan to seduce Gregor, something Gregor wants no part of. Of course, there's the monster, too. He acquires young men to tempt the Master, which only lengthens the curse.
     
    There's also a talking raven to provide comic relief. And a senuous ghost (male) who only makes love to Gregor in his dreams, which much to his consternation Gregor starts enjoying a lot more than he wants. I'm certain there will be more characters, but not many more.
     
    In a nutshell, Gregor's task is to keep the Master out of his pants, so everyone can live happily ever after, or find a way to escape without the monster coming after him. The monster devours young men. Their screams fill the castle. Sometimes it helps to have a little horror in fairy tales, but this is no Beauty and the Beast tale.
     
    Anyway, I don't know how long this will be or whether it will last until completion. I hope so because it's the most lighthearted story I've come up with in a long time.
  21. CarlHoliday
    Was trying to do a Happy New Year! entry yesterday on the Wonth of January, but betas sometimes prove themselves to be what they are and the entry was ended back in on the Tooth of January, 2004, long before I was even a member.
     
    Oh well, that's life.
     
    The good thing about all of this is that you won't have to be forced to read to an irrelevant rant out of the depths of melancholy. Trust me, it reeked of unbelievable amounts of black bile.
     
    Oh well, that's life.
     
    So, I guess, for what it's worth, Happy New Year!
     
    (I'd like to think this year will be better than the last, which it may be, but life tends to throw a lot of curves, especially to those who can't hit worth a damn.)
     
    So, I guess, the best I can do is to with you and yours a Happy New Year!
     
    It can't get better than that.
  22. CarlHoliday

    Oh damn!

    By CarlHoliday,

    It seemed like a good opportunity. Little was I to know that with one little click of the mouse, I was in for a day of blood curdling hell.
     
    Norton has an update that it's pushing to hapless subscribers. "Norton Internet Security 2010 has been downloaded to your computer. Click the button below to f**k up your computer."
     
    Of course, it didn't say that exactly, but that's what happened.
     
    The update didn't take and presented a wonderful error message with a three step process to fix it. Step 1 was the most important, but I wouldn't learn that until later. Step 2 probably wasn't necessary, but who's to know in situations like this. Step 3 was worthless as it didn't do anything.
     
    In the course of trying to get this thing to work and then trying to undo the damage that was done, Norton announced that my IP address was invalid and needed to be updated. WRONG! At that point I lost internet access and didn't get it back until going to Compaq who walked me through the Windows Recovery process. In other words, for those who have had the pleasure, restoring my laptop back to a pristine, out of the box condition.
     
    Luckily, I have been backing up my documents, pictures, and music because if I hadn't, well . . . Windows Recovery is similar to the old blue screen of death. Funny, but the background color to the Compaq Recovery screen is nearly the same shade of blue.
     
    Unfortunately, not everything is back to normal, but I do have documents, pictures, and music, what just might be the important things in life.
     
    On a more pleasant note, today is the sixth anniversary of my LiveJournal blog. It was started a mere thirteen days prior to my coming out and went on to record most of the subsequent pathetic events of my life. On a happier note, for the past eighteen days or so I've been serializing short segments of a story I'm working on, mostly to get back in the habit of creative writing on a daily basis.
     
  23. CarlHoliday

    It was wrong

    By CarlHoliday,

    Stepped on the scale this morning. It wasn't quite awake.
     
    It said 275.5.
     
    That was obviously an incorrect answer.
     
    Stepped on the scale again.
     
    It said 277.
     
    I can live with that.
     
    (277 = -15 lbs. in 1 year)
     
    I can live with losing 15 pounds.
     
    Now, all I have to do is get through Xmas.
  24. CarlHoliday

    283

    By CarlHoliday,

    It's been a week of weighing in at 281.
     
    So, it looks like 283 is no longer my plateau.
     
    So, this means I've lost 10 pounds since I stopped driving last December.
     
    Unfortunately, I have to go back to driving next month.
     
    But, if I work hard, 279 shouldn't be that hard to achieve.
     
    Ten pounds a year and I've only got five years to hit my target of 230.
     
    According to the current BMI calculator, I should be 200, but my doctor said that would make me too skinny.
     
    Imagine! Too skinny!
     
    I've never, ever been skinny.
     
    Can't even see myself as skinny.
     
    Skinny isn't a word I use.
     
    Though, skinny is a turn-on for me.
     
    Skinny arms, especially.
     
    Skinny thighs, woo-hoo!
     
    But, can't see me being skinny.
     
    Pleasantly plump, yes.
     
    Skinny, no.
     
  25. CarlHoliday

    Driving for a life

    By CarlHoliday,

    I guess I'm going back to driving. I went to the hazmat fingerprint place today and gave the government images of my arches, loops, and whorls. I should get the approval in a month. Then it's back to finding a company that'll employ me as my previous employer has made it clear they don't want me. In some ways I'm glad.
     
    On the writing front, basically, I'm not. I don't exactly know why but that seems to be the situation right now. There are still stories in the bin to be written, but they don't seem to be coming out right now. I'm not certain if it's a block or a result of the mood stabilizer sucking out all my creative energies. Maybe it's something else. I don't really know.
     
    I'm reading a lot, though, good stuff, too. Hopefully it'll do some good on the writing front, but I'm not holding my breath.
     
    Fortunately, I still haven't arrived at the future. When I was younger I looked forward to a time when I could look back on a long and mostly happy life, but I continue to look forward expecting things to get better. I suppose that's inevitable. As long as there is a future in your life, you have to keep moving along the path.
     
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