You know, I had this wonderful thing to post that I wrote up last night at 5:22 pm, but I’m not going to post it. Because, well, I might sometime later, but not today, so sorry. Because it’s classified information, and I realized about five seconds ago that I needed a special security clearance to post it. So, since I haven’t gotten the clearance yet, and the head of the FBI isn’t scheduled to be back in his office for another week or so, you’ll just have to wait.
Yes, I do work with the FBI.
I can tell you that, because it’s not the CIA. If it was the CIA, do you think I could tell you that? Fuck no! They’d have me locked up faster than you can say sasquatch. Oh, and by the way, “Sasquatch” isn’t in Firefox’s dictionary, did you know that? I didn’t.
On to more important things.
Happy Birthday to Christina.
Now, she can’t get too mad at me for not going to her birthday party thing because 1), I already called her and told her, and 2), it’s on my blog, so I MUST’ve thought about it! Damn straight.
Tomorrow is going to be busy….I have to do laundry, I have to then pack the laundry into a bag that isn’t meant to hold that much clothes. Then I have to attempt to pack my other things – girly things you could call them I guess (you know, the makeup, the hairbrushes, the toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, lip gloss, all that stuff) – into something what I have yet to find. Not even sure if I have something what could hold it all. Oh wait, I do, I am a genius. I just have to remember to get it out from under the bed – the wasteland of all that I own – if it ends up there, it won’t be missed. Then, after that, I have to figure out how to pack my laptop, considering I have no case for it like most people do. I wish I had one, but I don’t. We figured I wouldn’t need one. Which, I don’t need one, but I’m sure it’ll come in handy.
So, yes, that will be my tomorrow. For about, oh, and hour of packing.
Then life can go back to normal, I can worry about it all the rest of the day, have a minor panic/anxiety attack about it tomorrow night, wake up nervous as all hell Saturday morning, vacuum and all that, get more nervous, and go back to normal the second I’m in the car. Wait, no the second we get to Flo-Town, then I’ll be back to normal. Since, you know, that’s about a half hour to cool off, see that it’s not so bad and all.
That’s life, that’s planning, that’s vacation for ya.
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July 4, 2008 at 15:07
During the month of October 2004 my daughter was driving from Richmond VA to my home in Maryland. Somewhere near Kings Dominion she stopped on the side of Interstate 95 to let her sons’ relieve themselves. It was about 5pm. As a rule I have instilled in my children whenever they have to pull over on the interstate to always pull as far from the road as possible. Well as she was helping them, they were two and four, there was a lull in the traffic. The seemingly out of nowhere an eighteen wheeler came up the highway and when it got right up on my daughter the driver began to blow his horn in a panic mode about eight or nine times. My daughter was startled and wondered why he would do something like that. Well as soon as the truck passed and she went to get into the car she stated that an awful stench came into the car. She thought one of the children had stepped in some poop when they were in the grass but their shoes were clean. She said the smell was terrible. Also she said that the tree line came almost up to the shoulder of the highway and there was no guard rail at this point. When she told me the story about six months later I said on word, sasquatch, she thought for a moment and said dad you might be right. Well the story doesn’t end here. The following year September 2005 we were travelling to Indiana and had just come over the mountians from West Virginia into Ohio about 3am, travelling in a van at sixty miles an hour and the stench hit us and I mean hit us. We had all of the windows closed and the smell was so strong and foul it made my nose burn and I asked my daughter if it was the same smell she said it was. Then I asked her if it was that strong she said yes. Well yesterday evening my other two daughters were travelling to Charlolette NC. About ten pm about a mile before the Rappohannock River bridge to Fredricksburg VA they told me they smelled this awful smell again. About three hours later my other daughter, the one with the children had left my house travelling in the same direction south on interstate 95 this time with her husband and the children well now she has a two year old daughter, who said she had to tinkle so her husband stopped a mile before the same bridge crossing the Rappohannock river to let the little girl out and as soon as he got out of the car he said what the #$%^ is that smell. My daughter said her heart jumped because it was dark and traffic is not that heavy on a Wednesday night on that part of the highway. She said she began to focus on the trees the whole time her husband and the baby was out of the car. Now let me tell you this smell is unlike anything we have ever smelled. Because I used to spend my summers on a farm back up in the woods of Virginia and nothing and I mean nothing, not evena skunk smells this bad. It is just like the title of John Green’s book says “Sasquatch the Apes Among Us” They are among us.
July 5, 2008 at 06:07
Like the famous saying: “When the idea of any pleasure strikes your imagination, make a just computation between the duration of the pleasure and that of the repentance that is likely to follow it.” (Epictetus) – good blogging!!!
July 6, 2008 at 17:07
I don’t know how that really has anything to do with the post…..Other than the minute reference to it, but okay. But thanks for sharing – Sasquatch is is real, that’s for sure. I haven’t seen him, but I do believe that he exists – along with aliens and Nessie and the one that’s in the mountains in Asia (don’t remember the name though). They all exist, of course they do.
July 7, 2008 at 05:07
Your story makes me think of the famous quote: “In labouring to be concise, I become obscure.” (Horace)
July 10, 2008 at 11:07
Well, that about fits me well….=D