Personality Disorders

I am reading up on personality disorders tonight. Perhaps I can diagnose the Big Herod. One thing his for sure: his brain seems to be permanently landlocked.

Milk

Went and saw the movie "Milk" today based on the story of Harvey Milk. It was better than I thought it would be. Of course you don't find religion in this kind of movie but it is an interesting movie to watch.
Took all the toys to the place that houses Voodle. Valeri-Valera we made it in the rain.

And the Saga continues

I asked the parish priest tonight if he had seen my e-mail to the Big Herod and he admitted he had. He said the bishop forced his hand and that is why he called me and told me that he had gotten the second person on board. Probably not even true. Well, learn how to lie and live with the guilt. The parish priest did not know that the e-mail was shown to other priests. He thought he was the only one but he knew that it went to the bishop. Yes, the Big Herod insisted that it's either me or him on the board. Funny. I am actually happy to be off the board.
Tonight the Big Herod's people were at the Irish Pub and lived it up with the mission priest. It was so funny to see them eat and drink. The parish was encourage to fast. I am sure the Big Herod is acquiring some more points to go on a trip. No, I don't believe that he gave up his cards with points.

Contrasts

Went to our local Diner this morning and it was absolutely packed. Then to the L-Mart. Empty. Could not believe it. No lines, nothing. Bought toys and jackets. The jackets were so cheap I just had to buy them but some of them will go to the brown hoots tonight and some of them to the black hoots tomorrow.

Rabbi Seligman

Rabbi Seligman has a secret ghetto entrance/exit. Hitler would turn over in his eternal bunker if he knew that Rabbi Seligman can get out. There is still scaffolding around the ghetto. I expect razor wire to go up around it, followed by a death zone and watch towers. Can you picture the birdie in a watch tower whistling: Alarm! ????

I am ready to go to L-Mart this morning and buy the rest of the toys. They are going to the old age home inhabited by retired chickadees - black and white habit. The Hispanic chicken take care of the chickadees. This retired chickadees run around in support hose and shorts and rumpled shirts. The top feather habits are put on when they go to Mass, like their false teeth. Then they look the the black and white chickadees of old.

The morning after

I did not go shopping! Went to see Rabbi Seligman and we had lunch with real yiddische gemuetlichkeit. Rabbi Seligman is well informed or the Holy Spirit talks to him when he sleeps. Well, it does not matter. His birdie leaves the cage occasionally but has not been trained to come back in on his own. So Rabbi Seligman has to coach the birdie back into the cage and that is high maintenance. The birdie is lucky he did not end up as turkey.

The Big Herod threw a fit apparently. I hit a bulls eye. Well, everything I said was to the point. Hmmm. However, now I wonder if Fr. Hercules at Our Lady of Frustration was shown the e-mail and quickly got a replacement for me on the board. Anyway, I am not on the board any longer and the Big Herod can reappear again. I so would love to send him a gift certificate for a free mental evaluation.

Sweet Potatoes

They just have been cooked and drowned in alcohol. Hic, Hic.....I will continue tomorrow.

Thanksgiving Preparations

I went for the turkey this afternoon. The parking lot was filled and I ended up a mile away at the front of the book store. That was too tempting. I went there first. To my surprise it was crowded. I figured the people who got invited and did not have to cook decided to go to the bookstore to do a little bit of Christmas shopping. Finally I ended up at the grocery store. Like Hitler invaded Russia. Six wide and eight deep - body to body. Everyone was in a good mood, however. I got a fresh turkey breast. For two people that is enough. Wonder what they do with the rest of the turkey? I am cooking the sweet potatoes right now and the squash is in the oven. Yes, everything will be from scratch and fresh. My shoulder is one of those on and off things right now, except I am not in charge of the switch. It hurts like hell in the morning and once I start chewing pills I get some relief. Yes, I will visit Mr. Seligman on Friday. Would not miss it. We had quite a few people at morning Mass and lots of children. Very nice and very noisy as it is supposed to be. Pastor blessed the Thanksgiving baskets. People brought a lot of wine bottles in. I thought that was funny. Blessed are the drunks!

The internet is back

Tried to install a nice back-up system on Saturday. Messed up the internet. Pulled out the back-up system this afternoon and voila, there was the internet connection again. I had to read all my private e-mail at work this morning. Then I came home. I don't feel THAT good yet. Everyone else had some sort of an emergency today - so it did not matter.

Stretching it

I can stretch the pain killers somewhat. They last now 6 to 8 hours which is nice. Worst part is right in the morning. When I get up I could scream. Not sure what to think about our branch office. I get the feeling that the emphasis will be on branch in the future and all the gedoodle and plans in the past will die a quiet death. With the shortage of branch managers our current branch manager may be the last one. We might be sold to the lowest bidder.

life on slow

I am eating pain killers like candy and as long as I do that I have a half life. Oh well, this too shall pass. When I am flat on my back, I do relatively well and can read. I might try acupuncture next week.

The toaster

The toaster went belly up two days ago. Toast to toast. The handle came off. On and off I tried to figure out how to reattach the handle and actually had reconciled myself that I needed to get a new toaster. This evening I played around with it again and a miracle occurred. The handle actually caught whatever it had to catch inside the toaster and re-attached itself. So tomorrow morning along with my drugs I can have a nice piece of toast.

Waiting

While I waited for my prescriptions at CVS, I saw a tiny Christmas tree, made out of wire and painted green. Into my shopping bag. Next 20 colored lights. A while ago I pushed all the colored lights through the wire and now have the most adorable little Christmas tree in my kitchen. Call me Martha.

Thoracic Sprain

That is the official diagnosis from the Orthopedic doc. It rhymes with royal pain and that is it. Came home and have muscle relaxants and pain killers and a referral for therapy. Therapy does not have an opening until December. I might be well by then. I wish I could say I got this thoracic sprain doing something worthwhile like lifting something or at least stretching or defending my celibate widowhood from some intruder or sex maniac. No, I just slept on my pillow and I got up one morning and there it was - like a hen laying an egg - a sore muscle around the shoulder blade that took on a life of its own. The office called today and wanted to know if I was still alive. Nice of them. Anyway, I am reading a lot of my holy books which I love to do and my various groups will benefit from my new found wisdom once I recover.

Gritted teeth

I pulled myself together as best I could with a lame shoulder and paid bills this afternoon. It does not take any brains and I don't have any left. Tonight the nun and I each had a slice of pizza. The people at the Big Herod's are dying right now. He has a small wave of dyers. Well, he could not have poisoned them all so I guess they died of natural causes. Fr. Wolfgang is coming in for a funeral for one of them. I am not going. Just knew the lady slightly. The other person's funeral details have not reached me yet. I might go to it, depending when and where and how I feel by then. This person was very close to mother when she was still alive. It is almost three years since mother died. Time flies and I still miss mother terribly. I did not go to our factory today. When my knee gave out I pushed myself too far and I am not going to repeat this with my shoulder. New motto: stay home, take our medicine, enjoy life with one shoulder. I am reading several good books and when I am horizontal the pain is not too bad.

Cranky

I did not get any sleep. Developed a nice case of muscle spasm where a shoulder blade usually does its work without any problems. Appointment tomorrow with the Orthopedic guy. I am angling for a referral for physical therapy. They have the equipment - hot and cold - that is really penetrating and should bring some relief. No mouse work today in the office and I won't go there tonight either.

Now what?

Opened the paper and there was a paid ad: "What if Viagra doesn't work?" Well, you have been blessed. Become a celibate priest.

The news

This comes from my friendly paper: A marijuana-laden plane crashed in a lettuce field at the Mexican border. I have seen lettuce crushed but never stoned.
Constableville in New York had two feet of snow. Now, you know where Constableville is....it is not very far from all the other evilles.

Preparation

I had a Matzo ball for dinner. Actually two, come to think of it, and now I am doing my Bible Study preparation. The Church of the Crucified is doing the Gospel of John and I am doing the intro and overview tomorrow before we get started. I love doing this kind of work. The prostitute is getting saved from a stoney death tomorrow. I think this is the only place where it is recorded that Jesus "writes" something. God's finger in action. I wonder if the prostitute peaked at his writing. I want to think he wrote: "I love you" for all of us.

How fowl can it get? Swauck, swauck.....

I was in a foul mood today. I wrote a nice piece on the Solemnity of Christ the King and could not find it anywhere on my office computer. I probably got interrupted, left home at one point last week and so pishhhhh it went. Our branch manager had several dozen telephones on his desk today which he tried to connect to "show the children." It looked like a bomb factory on his desk with all the wires and batteries and ancient phones getting connected. I think I may learn some very practical skills over there over time.

Last item

Mr. Seligman will bury me when I die and there will be a U-Haul following the hearse. Absolutely, positively. I don't care what he puts in it. Sandwiches for a picnic, a band that plays funeral music in the dark, an old sofa. I don't care but there will be a U-Haul following the hearse.

Little Red Riding Hood

The orginal version, German of course, has it that the woodsman looked for Grandma and found the big bad wolf in Grandma's nightie instead. Fast asleep. The woodman really would not have known that it was the wolf, the disguise was so good, if it had not been that the wolf snored loudly. Grandmas don't snore loudly. Everyone knows that. So the woodsman cut open the sleeping big bad wolf's stomach and filled them with river stones. Same river stones that the Big Herod wants to use in his foundation now for his expansion project. The wolf woke up and was thirsty and went to the river for a drink and because he was stomach heavy as he bend over, he fell into the river and drowned. Stone to stone. Don't bend over. The rest of us lived happily ever after until now.

Long Break

I was swamped! No time to blog. So much has happened. Today I went with my friend, the nun, to Canada to feed the fish. They should survive the winter, having gotten some warm clothing today. It was our personal Christmas drive. Then to Rabbi Seligman's temple. Wow did he give a good sermon! He has really grown into his job. His bird was roaming around after the service and whispered in his tinkerbell voice that I was chasing Rabbi Seligman when I told him where I was from. Too, too funny. Rabbi Seligman had scaffolding around the temple. I guess it is a leftover from celebrating the Feast of Booths. Just not sure if he is late this year or early for next year. I did not see any fruit hanging from the scaffolding. The nun and I warmed ourselves in an Irish pub and were sorry that Rabbi Seligman could not join us.
On Saturday morning I had adoration at the Big Herod's place. As I am sitting there trying to adore the Lord, there is a mouse running around the floor. First time ever in all these years while I was there for adoration. We made a pact. It told the mouse that we were both not wanted and I certainly would not turn the mouse in. It was a good feeling.
The Big Herod is planning for a special groundbreaking ceremony with Chucky. People have been invited to take river stones, which will be provided, write a prayer on them and bring them to the groundbreaking ceremony and the river stones will be buried in the foundation. I hope somebody would hang a few river stones around the Big Herod's neck and bury him in the foundation. My prayer would be: "May you rest in peace." Alas, Your will be done.