My great grandmothers. I’m blessed to have known both of them. I just wish I could have known them longer. Their influence on my life is evident everyday.
I found this picture while looking through a bunch of others. I just wanted to share them with everyone. They each were different women and each have remarkable stories about raising large families and loving every one.
Welcome to an intimate tour of my brain. Don’t expect too much!
I just had to laugh out loud because I went to get something in one room, let’s say the bathroom and I walked into the other bathroom. My brain was on auto-pilot. Maybe it’s because of my lack of sleep, maybe it’s because I have too much on my mind or maybe it’s just because I’m not that spry thinking young 20-something anymore. Hey everyone take note, getting older isn’t necessarily fun.
For some reason staring at someone or something seems to focus me. I get caught all of the time looking at someone and they’re all like “why are you starting at me?” and I’m all like “I’m trying to remember something and you’re helping me do that.” and they’re all like “Oh, it’s kinda creepy.” and I’m all like “Oh, sorry, I just remembered what I needed to remember.” and they’re all like “Your welcome… {roll eyes}”
Sometimes I wonder if I’ve become a creature of habit. I try to drive different ways to and from work so that I don’t get my car in a rut. About every time that I’ve moved I’ve taken the wrong way home at least once, heading to my old place instead of my new one. That’s how my brain works. Sometimes I wonder if my brain is more like the auto-pilot from “Airplane” or the one that really helps real pilots fly a plane.
This is the end of the nickel tour of taawd’s brain. Other parts of the facility are currently off limits for your own safety.
If you haven’t played around with Microsoft’s Virtual Earth, you may find it more entertaining than Google Earth. It interacts with the latest radar to provide a simulation of the cloud cover over a certain spot.
This is the 3-D virtual view from my balcony, give or take a couple of feet and degrees. Check it out on your own. You’ll enjoy it!
I’ve been busy recently and haven’t really been paying that much attention to television.
The title of this blog says it all… I’m sick and I’m tired.
Just search sick on this blog and you’ll get to read the exciting adventures of what happens when taawd falls ill. I’m more sick than Browns fans coming out of the stadium after a day of tailgating and when the team just blew another decent lead to lose to their opponent. I know what my problem is, I’m run down, I work overnight and I’m trying to keep my life on the high wire without disrupting the balance and sending me down to the ground without any net. A bit over dramatic? Sure, but this is a blog. Whadda ya expect?
I put in some wicked long hours at work this past week. There was this silly little thing called an election we covered. I fought to get any and all sleep I could without losing my mind, which I did actually do once. You also can’t just sleep and work. Sometimes you have to push the envelope a little and do something for yourself to be happy in the midst of everything else.
I’ve spent most of this gray day under the covers alone, bored, coughing and trying to alleviate this headache I have. What I don’t have is a voice. It left me Friday and hasn’t found its way back yet.
Sure, I’m doing all of the things you should do, taking the meds, drinking tea (decaffeinated, of course) eating chicken noodle soup, taking the vitamins and resting.
Whine alert: I don’t want to rest. My place looks like Hurricane Andrew hit it. There are mounds of laundry, some dirty, some clean, on my floor that are starting to take the shape of the Appalachians. Dishes adorn my living room as if they are decorations. I tore apart some of my closets looking for something and those boxes that I went through didn’t clean themselves back up. The nerve, I know!
So you can send your good thoughts, prayers and vibes my way on a speedy recovery and some organization.
I just ain’t up to it today. I know healthier days are ahead and that’s what gives me hope and happiness.
Okay, I got your attention. First, let’s clear up the air, I ain’t beautiful and I don’t really have a secret, that’s Narm, but then again he’s talking about deodorant.
I have dry skin, I’ll admit it, I flake like people want it to on Christmas Eve. I use expensive lotions to hide my skin’s anger. Now, come to find out it’s because I use bar soap on my face. I didn’t know you could mess up your face by using soap. I’m a dude.
Sure, I use the occasional hair product. I have straight hair otherwise. Sure, I like to wear a little cologne, I like smelling good. (That secret is Hollister’s Jake, in case you Internet junkies want to know what makes the taawd smell so spiffy!) Sure, I use expensive shampoos and conditioners to keep what remaining hair that has taken up residence on my dome not leave like Ohioans fleeing to other states. By the way, I’m one of the people who moved back because I missed it so much. Flee to the Clev people!
Anyhow, I got the beauty advice about skipping the soap on the face from a great friend who was appalled after seeing me quickly washing my face. Of course, I only do that for select people or if I don’t feel like taking a shower. You know, a quick touch-up to make yourself look refreshed. Hey, you can do it too all it takes is a wash cloth, a sink and soap facial cleanser.
So next time you see me out and about sporting that radiant skin about town, you’ll know why my face is also wearing a smile because it’s no longer angry. Wait, are we still talking about skincare.
Whatevah!
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The Browns can sure put on a pre-game show. It’s the game itself where Browns fans have the problem.
There was much hype before the game about Brady Quinn taking the field. I heard people say “a look into the future of the franchise” I heard people cheer him on when he took the field. I heard the Browns play the “Mighty Quinn” as they called his name. In the end, Browns fans sat through a game that toyed with their emotions. For the second week, we sat watching a decent amount of points on the scoreboard dwindle away into a deficit. Browns fans left the game booing the team and the coaching staff. It was not a good Thursday night for football in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame city.
Check out the picture of Quinn in the style of an Obama-like “Change” image that has been circulating around the Internet. Browns fans will eternally have “hope” but it’s usually about “next year.”
Which brings me to another topic, the horrible Sprint service inside the stadium. Sure, you could look at my phone and see full bars of coverage. Try to send a text message or a picture through e-mail to your blog and you’ll encounter with the network. It won’t send a text message when you want, but at one point when the network catches up, you’ll get all of the text messages that were sent to you.
My Samsung Instinct won’t queue the messsages to an outbox. Instead, the “smart” phone simply tells you the message fails to go through and saves a draft. Of course, you never know when the network will catch up to you so you have a limited time to get the text message or make the phone call during the game.
I do see people with phones calling and texting, I’m sure they have different services with networks that aren’t overloaded during the game.
Does anyone else have a similar problem with their Sprint phone or with their cell phone service?
but it wasn’t easy!
I voted at my polling place, Lakeview Towers, a CMHA property.
The people were great there. One lady couldn’t find my name so she sent me to another lady, who was as nice as she could be. She told me I wasn’t registered so she sent me to another man who looked like he’d worked an election or two. He told me I’d have to vote with a dreaded provisional ballot. I knew I’d changed my address from Lorain to Cuyahoga counties. I wasn’t that surprised to find out that my name wasn’t on the log. I saw my neighbor’s name but I didn’t see mine. A call to the Cuyahoga County Board of Elections didn’t clear up the matter. The polling administrator handed me a provisional ballot and told me it would count. Again, they were all very nice and helpful but there was some confusion.
I unfortunately didn’t get to vote in the primary for some reason. I think it had something to do with my schedule or something. My fault, no one else’s! That’s why this problem happened.
I came home today and took a nap (a short one) and decided to get to the bottom of this matter. Did Cuyahoga County somehow mess up my change of address information? Did Lorain County still think I was voting there? I knew I got a voter registration card from Cuyahoga County but dang if I could find it anywhere.
I called the Ohio Secretary of State’s office. They had “Our normal business hours are…” message on their phone already. I decided to try my luck at the Cuyahoga County Board of Elections again. Enter Bert, da man, into the picture. Bert found my information but had me living in Mayfield or Maple Heights (neither of them were correct).
Bert: When you changed your address, you put down (insert my address information here).
Todd: Bert, that doesn’t sound like Mayfield or Maple Heights to me.
Bert: Todd, you’re right. I will correct it and your provisional ballot that you cast will count tonight.
Todd: Bert, thanks for your help, tell Ernie I said hello!
So, I’m good!
Sometime they just happen.
You already know I’m not a Halloween person. I never know what to wear. Everyone else’s costumes are so much better than mine.
Friday night was just relaxing. It’s awesome to have an slow night. It’s funny how easy it is to fall asleep but you just have to be careful you don’t have anything in your hand at the time. That’s a story for another day. It’s really not that funny of a story, more on the cute side.
Saturday was relegated to cleaning toilets, scrubbing floors and doing laundry. Yep, if you have to pee, my guest bathroom is clean as a whistle thanks to some Soft Scrub and Mr. Clean. The place smelled clean. Don’t worry, it smells like a bachelor pad again. {sniff} Ah!!
That night lended itself to a party at the Hard Rock Cafe’s 10th anniversary party. We were on the VIP list (I still don’t know how that happens, I am, after all, me!) We got free food that included chocolate fondue. Yum! I’ll always take a chocolate covered pineapple over a strawberry but it’s a close race. We got to hear Filter. They rocked out. Sadly, we didn’t stay all of the concert because we had other plans that included checking out my friends at the Ro k Bottom. They had a costume contest for the employees. I’m glad I got to see them, they all had great costumes, but Gabe got my vote for his wearing of the evening gown.
Sunday started out lazily. My friend, Kevin, called me, his father, Joe, came up with him for the game (which sucked canal water from all the way in South Texas up to Cleveland). We went to the Flat Iron Cafe because Rock Bottom didn’t open until noon. We walked down to meet Rodger, Rebecca and the crew tailgating. Kevin and Joe went to the game (after snapping the picture with me) I thought I was going to walk back to my place, but then Dave and Marie Jose invited me to watch the game with them. They gave their tickets away to charity. By the way, they have an RV that they bought to $1,200 on eBay. Dave masked it off and then painted it. At any rate, they have satellite TV and we watched the danggone game. I had some food and walked home and went to sleep…
Ain’t it funny when a weekend happens when you didn’t even plan it? Smiles everyone!
