October 31, 2010

• within the past 20 minutes, I've twice run into the word "probiotics" (once on the dog food bag as I was feeding the dog, and again on a stomach ache thread on facebook). I've heard the word before, but sort of dismissed it as a real word, 'til now.  are probiotics the opposite of antibiotics? if so, shouldn't one be bad and one be good? ...ok, after a quick Wiki search, 'probiotics' are little living organisms that help the body digest food and the like, 'antibiotics' are a substance that kills bacteria or slows their growth. so I guess pro- and anti- are somewhat opposite, one helps digest, the other kills bacteria, but both are beneficial to the body. got it. on to the next conundrum: progress versus Congress.  and speaking of stomach ache, I had an entry a week back, about diarrhea (what? this time it's good news).  I'm guessin' that was just a bug (or stress) or something, 'cause I haven't had the displeasure of that returning since.  if it comes back I should maybe include some pro-biotic dog food in my diet, and some macrobiotics as well (quick Wiki's 'macrobiotics', not having a clue what it means).

  so, ya know something's not so groove-chicken when you wake up on your only day off at 7:30am, and consider it sleepin' in (that's 2 1/2 hours more sleep than I normally get).  I'm sure I'll catch me a power-nap while the LIONS lose. I finally (speaking of crazy hours) run into someone at work that agrees with me on the stupid mad hours one has to put in at this hell hole of a robot smoke factory. it was a guy punching out just after me that was complaining in unison on how much it feels more like a prison sentence than work (I don't know if most peeps feel afraid to suggest that the hours are horrible, as if they may lose their job if they protest? but I'm right out there with how ridiculous the mess is. I don't care. maybe I should wear a sandwich board with my angst riddled protest).  this week seemed to stretch for months. 59-1/2 hours (beats the old record of 54, set a couple weeks ago)! good gawd that's like a week and a half's worth of "normal" work (...and yet, there are those who volunteer for up to 72 hours. amazing!).  but again, a job is a job, and I signed up for it knowing it could be worse, so shame on me, i guess.  it's easy to bitch about work (where ever I work), but it's easier to fret about no work, so I should count my lucky stars (to coin a dead phrase). so I guess I'll have to deal with being a robot slave in "the land of the free" (...I know, again, I should count my lucky stars that I don't live in North Korea, or the like). how'd I get all political?  must be the probiotics in this dog food I'm snackin' on.

  I got a clue as to why I have said sneeze attacks (posted on yesterdays blahg). it may be because I unwittingly forgot to eat supper. maybe beer+empty stomach=sneeze attack.  eat something next time fool! ...k. I wake up 'round midnight and had a bowl of cereal after realizing this.  when I was unemployed, I'd do the opposite.  most times, I'd skip breakfast and not realize it 'til 1 or 2pm.  now that I'm working, I can't afford to skip any meal [note to self: eat every meal like it's your last meal, you're body needs energy to bust ass at the smoke factory]

  frost on the  truck this morning...not looking forward to snow at all!.  maybe I should move to a palm tree climate, like Mini-soda, or North Dakota

  the pooperdog and I just went for our mile walk (to the snail box and back), and I gotta say, there were a ton of smarshed punkins everywhere!

  with Pandora radio station set at 'Lali Puna', we (Pooperdog, Squabber, and I) make some Fronch tuust unt bacon (sans the root beer). I scramble the small amount of eggs leftover for Rosie (Squabber doesn't do eggs) to make her fur coat all shinier

  wow! and for whatever reason, now I can't upload photos...I wanted to post one of Squabber and one of Rosie, hmmmmm [double checks settings].

   

  later: the cool hippie lady's son (who lives 3 trailers east of mine with the cool hippie lady herself) comes over and confirms that  he'd like to rent my back bedroom. I give him a bit of a break because he has $200/week child support payment for a good year or so more (his kid is  almost at the age of 17...child support ending at 18). I split the rent in half of what the 'squatch gave me (being that we're in the center of a giant depression/recession thinger-what ever you wanna call it-)  he's good with that, plus he says he'll pay for cable TV, being a huge sports fan, etc., who has to have his ESPN.  cool.  he works the night shift, and he already takes Rosie for walks while I work the day shift, so it should work out good. plus, he feels good about moving out of his mom's  (who feels like she has to be quiet in her own home during the day, while he sleeps), not to mention -but will anyway- he's been paying $80/month to store his furniture at a storage warehouse .  which I told him we can find room for here, and he's still 3 trailers down from his mom, so if she needs anything, he'll be there.  a 1000 square ft  14x70 trailer has room for 2, plus enough room for both peoples furniture . my shed has a lot of room as well for extra shit...so it's all groove-chicken.
  

  I grill up some bar-b-q chicken  and heat up some corn for supper and tomorrows lunch. drink some beers while watching the LIONS WIN (against the Redskins)! then the Vikings V. Patriots game to end the day with...it's been a good day off!

  Bambi Mittens calls and leaves a message asking about the conditions of where I work.  she says her unemployment is running out and is considering working where I do (I'm guessing because it's still the only place in town that may be hiring thru the temp agency?  here's hopin' she's not following me...is that too presumptuous? prob'ly).  maybe I'll write her an email about my experience  and let her decide if she wants to work in Hell, or not?
  

  
  

  
  

   

  MORE COFFEE!!!

   

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