Hello yall!
It’s been a long time, I know, but I wanted to put something out there to let you know I haven’t forgotten. It’s short, but it’s still worth playing with. LOL! The short ones need love too!
Until later
Wes
GCB0018 – Such a short one…my-my-my
His name shall be “BEAR”!
We have officially named the new pup. His name is Bear. It’s kinda symbolic in a way. My grandparents had a dog while I was growing up that my dad and his brother called Bear. It was the same kind of dog except for the blue heeler part. I sometimes wondered why they didn’t call him by his name. His real name, now that I think about it as a grown up, was a tad racist. He was a boy….he was black. So his name was Blackboy. My parents had a dog when I was a small child that was white except for his face…that being black. So his name was Blackface. I’m telling you, I came from a simple place that named their animals like they saw them. When Blackboy died, my grandfather got a new dog and his name was Yella…because he was yellow.
The names haven’t really changed that much. Especially in simplicity. The four dogs that are at home are called Fred and Barney (two jack russells) and Hondo and Cujo (some kinda mix), the larger two. Naming animals was pretty fun. My grandfather used to raise Jersey cows as well. Throughout their cattle raising, there has been a cow named after each grandchild…except Logan. They were already gone by the time he came along. When it was time for him to stop raising the cows because we were worried about his age and being alone in the woods, he sold them to the grandfather of a good friend in Alabama. Sarah was the only one left of the children. Poor Help (the leader) was so old when he was sold. He couldn’t have been sold to the butcher because the meat would have been too tough to eat. He wore his bell around so the others would know where to go and who to follow.
But anyway, enough about cows and back to the topic at hand. The roommate snapped some pictures Bear last night when he got him to calm down for a few minutes and look at the camera. He’s a cutie!
We have a new addition!
Hello all!
Today is a happy day in our little family. While out to get lunch today, we stopped at Petco to get Toby some food. When we walked in, there were some solid black puppies near the door. We went over to look at them and found there were 
three girls and one boy. We then found out they were black lab and blue healer mix. When I picked up the boy, I just knew he was the one. The girls were way to out there. It was one guy in the middle of a bunch of bitches and they held no regard to his well-being. We decided to take him home. The price, $75, was actually a great deal since he had already been neutered and had some of his shots. We have to take him the week of March 27 to get his next round.
He is currently sleeping by my legs in the recliner. Has whined a little this evening. The big hurdle in bringing him into the family is the evil one, Toby. He is not happy at all. For a small dog, a jack russell, he is the moodiest, pissy dog I have ever seen. He has his good qualities, but keeping calm around another dog is not one of his strong suites. He has already scared the puppy a few times. I don’t know how we’re going to deal with it, but hopefully we will have a peaceful home in a few months.
More will come later and a better picture.
It’s been a while
Hello all!
I know it has been a while since really posting anything to the site and especially since I did a podcast. There’s only one reason….life! Everyone has a life. Sometimes it’s great, other times it’s hectic and confusing. Right now, mine is very confusing.
This quarter is coming to a close. It hasn’t been that difficult of a quarter. Accounting 102 has been the most upsetting. The other two classes have been great gradewise. I’ve received A’s on everything in those. Microsoft Office is probably the easiest thing in the world to use, so getting anything less than an A was not acceptable. I’m aiming for Dean’s List again and I’m fully capable of getting it. A swift kick in the ass between now and next Thursday will get that A in Accounting.
The chest issues I had the other week have definitely opened my eyes as to things I need to take care of and watch out for. I haven’t had the bad pressure in my chest since taking Aciphex. It may sound gross, but I’ve been able to burp much easier lately. Before taking the meds, I couldn’t burp without feeling something would be making a return visit. Not a great feeling.
Now that I’m off work, I’ll be heading home to either finish off another class or get extra sleep for my overnight shift tomorrow evening. My brain will decide for me I’m sure!
Until later….much love!
Having a blast in Biloxi
Look at me, down here in the Biloxi, MS, living like a rich bitch, losing my ass in the casinos. Luck is certainly not my lady. She hates my guts. I’m going to try it again tonight, but I don’t have the best outlook. Call me pessimistic. I dare you! My sister and the other half just tried their luck on the craps table. Doesn’t seem that complicated. You just need luck. Alas,….
Here are some pics of the scenery here and more will be coming soon. If only it was about ten to twenty degrees warmer, everything would be perfect.
Hats off to Target
Target had quite a few people worried the last couple of weeks when they cleared out their inventory of the midline underwear brand from 2(x)ist called Evolve. I personally thought the briefs were fantastic. When wearing them, the front fit gives an enlongated effect. That may not be important to many, but those with shorter builds can really use the effect. It’s like when a shorter person wears a verticle striped shirt. It makes them look taller. Same goes for those with shorter crotch areas. I did not say shorter penises. That takes something totally different!
Anyway, Target has renewed our trust in them by rearranging their underwear department and adding more selections of Evolve, such as the sport brief. I’ve been told by my online friend Eddie that these feel pretty good. I should be getting some to try out in the near future.
If any of you try them, let me know. Send me an email, post a comment, or leave a message on the voice line.
Call me and let me hear from you!
Yes, the podcast now has a voice mail line! I am so excited! I can now hear from all of you who listen to the podcast. I’m so happy, I could just spit! Pick up your phone and call 206-338-1279 and let me know how country you are or how much you love to be in it. And if not, just let me know you’re out there!
It’s not my heart talking!
I had one of the worst scares of my life on Thursday evening. As I was sitting in the recliner, doing my homework and watching TV, pains started shooting through my right arm. This wouldn’t have been a major deal if only my chest had not been tight and the inability to feel a full breath had not existed for the past two nights. I’ve had this feeling off and on for a few months now, along with a weird, bloated, uncomfortable feeling underneath my right ribcage. The longer I sat in the chair, trying to ignore the pain, the worse it began to hurt. I tried to rub out the pain to no avail. Alas, I became worried enough that I stood up to go upstairs and tell the other half. When I reached the bedroom, I felt nauseous and became light headed. As soon as I said something, the clothes were put on, the keys and wallet were gathered, and we were on our way to Gwinnett Medical Center.
I was admitted into the ER shortly after 3:00 am fairly quick compared to some of the horror stories I’ve heard and witnessed. I was placed in a room and shortly after, the dreaded needles were being stuck into my arm. I’ve got some big veins, but when it comes to needles, my body screams NOOO! The nurse entered my right arm twice to get blood. Plenty of blood. Obviously, she had a two-prick maximum (LOL) and decided to give it over to someone else. The second nurse: tie off left arm, slap-slap-slap, “There’ll be a big stick!”, and BOOM! I had an IV in my arm. No biggie. It’s great when a nurse can get the job done fairly easy, even when she is dealing with a big needle pussy.
I was able to get plenty of rest it seems before they came in and woke me up for the cardiovascular doctor to check me out. I was rolled to the cardio department and this fairly cute guy gave me an injection of some stuff to course through my veins. They waited 15 mins and then placed me under the big Exorcist like camera apparatus. Sadly to say, I wasn’t impressed when I found out this thing was run on DOS. Is someone behind the times a little? It didn’t take that long, but it wasn’t the quickest either. My stomach was empty and I was lying flat on my back. Not the best feeling. And I am not the most reverent and personable person that early in the morning after being woke up with bright lights. Kind of a bitch, actually!
After the camera, I was placed in a room across the hall where this lovely southern girl of my age picked up my shirt to find the contacts for the heart monitor were not the ones she needed. It should be no surprise that the first nurse who placed them on me failed to shave the hair off prior to their placement. With some counting and some laughing at the similarities of the 40 Year Old Virgin and myself, we managed to rip them off with as little pain as possible. She then got a razor and shaved the areas needing the new contacts. I was able to get another short nap as the doctor was running late.
I had never taken a stress test before, but since I run a 6-min mile when I go to the gym, 
I could have had plenty by now. I was told since I am 32, they would have to raise my heart rate to 160. I reached that in no time and was told to kick it in and get it up to 175. I was proud of myself, even though I was hacking my lungs up and breathing like someone twice my size and older. They let me sit on the bed and catch my breath for a few before taking me into the waiting area for a wonderfully delicious turkey sandwich. It was shortly back to the camera, and this time, I was lying on my back with a full stomach. Uncomfortable again, with the food pressing up onto the base of my esophegous. That was over in no time and I was rolled back to my room in observation.
Overall, the other half and I were there for 12 hours, only to find that the pain I was having and the tightness and shortness of breath were not being caused by my heart. That’s good news and not complaining in the least. The bad news is that there is no final word as to what IS causing the discomfort. I was given a prescription of Aciphex for 30 days. I’ve taken it before with no explanation as to what it should accomplish. After Googling the drug, I know what its purpose is and what I should expect. From this point on, it’s going to be a guessing game on how to stop the pain. The joys of today’s healthcare system….
Gitty up Mr. Zebra
You know things have gone to hell in a hand basket when a zebra is found at Grady curve in Downtown Atlanta on I-85. Barnum and Bailey is at Phillips Arena this week and it seems one of their fellas got loose and run amok (amok, amok, amok) throught the busy streets of our fair town. Amazingly, this was not seen as anything weird. I mean, you see hoes and pimps wearing that pattern all the time down there. Just this time, the being wasn’t wearing bling or heels.
The great thing coming from this situation is Fox 5 had an opportunity to talk about something kind of funny instead of someone getting shot and killed. Oops, my bad. That was the next story. A high school student was shot by his Mama ex-boyfriend along with her brother. He was on his way to Vanderbilt in the fall. It’s really sad. And then there’s the story today about the dumbass in Texas that slammed his airplane into an office building in Austin. Is it just me or has that been done before? That time, it was more than going after the IRS because it’s bad for the country. I’m not going to say “Whats this world coming to?” when the answer is so clear.
I don’t want to seem negative or bitchy, but people have an uncanny ability to be stupid. We can only hope that there are people out there with the ability to raise a smart, responsible child, capable of becoming an asset to society. Maybe it’s too much of a dream, but I’m going to keep my fingers crossed.
In a world full of crazy people, at least a zebra was able to run down a busy, rush hour interstate, screaming to the world, “Fuck it all! I’m free!”
Come clean my house, baby!
I found this on the WickedGayBlog this evening. A new service, featured on CBS News, features men coming into your home and cleaning…wearing their jockstrap! I would love this to happen in our house! He could clean in as little as he wanted to. This guy is actually pretty nice looking. To bad CBS made him hold things over the goods. Pur
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