Sorry folks. But now if you want to leave a comment here you have to be a human being and not be trying to get anyone to look at your men in stockings written in Duetsch website. My fault, though. I forgot to put up the "No Soliciting" sign. Silly robot, comments are for kids! I was thinking though, you must have to really have to send out a lot of unwanted comment invasions to reach that one person thinking, "Hey, what a coincidence, I was just pondering this morning about German men in womens stockings. And look at that, here is a link to a website written all in German, just for me! Thanks, German men in womens stockings website linkers. My day is complete." Hell, even a blind squirrel finds a nut, though, I suppose. You know there is something for everyone out there though. I happen to think women in sweatpants are kind of hot... Thats just how I roll. Maybe from some buried girls gym class high school daydream hidden in my psyche somewhere, I dont know. Ha, only 74 hits for women in sweatpants on google. Now 75, I suppose. Anyway, enough of that, I spent the last few days up in Wadena putting in a new subfloor, basement door, and then tile for some freinds. It went pretty well. A lot of little chores sure add up, though. It was really nice to get away for a few days, even if it was working. I always really dig just leaving this little burg for a day or 2. If it was everyday, it probably wouldnt be that big of a deal. wednesday night, already. This week is just flying by. Well, I just ran out of substance, and now its just fluff. I will let you go know before I start talking about the weather. Its nice out tonight. Crap...  ¶ 5:23 PM 0 Comments

  Woahhhh, 8:30, I should be sleeping! Got to be up early to help with the big Hunter's Breakfast that the church is putting on for the next few days. This morning we broke even. It is going for adding on to the church fund. And I get a free breakfast. And free coffee. Cool. This week has flown by. If you dont hear from me a while, its because the big shingle shipment came in, and as we speak, The pallet of cobblestone grey shake is sitting out in my yard yelling at the top of its lungs "Hey Typie McType Type, get off your lazy ass and get out here and put us on the roof before it snows again and you have to shovel around us like the deck and concrete you havent quite got set in yet from last year!" So, I will try to let you know how its coming. later. Cosmic Junkie  ¶ 6:40 PM 1 Comments

  Happy freakin' annifreakin'versary to me! A whole week. No smokes. Usually I would have had a couple by now but not tell anybody and still don the nonsmoker halo. Not this time. No, no, no... Now its just me and God waiting to see if I will crack. He has a lightning bolt with my name on it, I just know it. I promised God I would quit smoking. Quitting smoking totally with no sneaked... snoked, snoken, ahhh... snuck, thats it, snuck smokes, reaaaaally bites. Thank you God for your patience. but you can save that lighning bolt for the politician of your choice. Heck just graze them ALL if you want. Scare em just a little. Go nuts. Sorry. shouldnt say that. But you were thinking it too. I am finally free of the sweet satisfiying taste of a Camel Wide. AHHhhhhhhhhh. Anyway, in my attempt to quit smoking its made me do some really strange things like being nice to my family, getting along great with my boss, and going to a high school football game just for the hell of it tonight. It was kinda fun. Sitting in 33 degrees and a cold wind with my ass frozen to a metal bleacher seat while weird looking parentless little kids move past me with painted faces and snot revealing cold white skin like a river running from the nostril cavern to the gulf of little Suzie was actually fun! In fact I was reminded of who I am today and who I was 20 years ago. Digging way to the back of the Cosmic Junk Drawer we find the happy fuzzy memory of a young Mark who got to go to the game, hang with friends, drink hot Dr. Pepper, spend all his money on cheap hot dogs, yell, wonder what this strange burning sensation is in my esophagus, laugh, wonder why the younger kids act like dorks, and never see one minute of the big game. Today, it was hang with friends, bitch about how freaking cold it is, yell, laugh, wonder why the younger kids act like dorks, drink hot chocolate, wish they would just run the clock out because they won like 36 to 7, try and beat the parking lot rush, and finally... have a pretty good idea what this strange burning sensation is in my esophagus is. Well, wish me luck. and now you will wonder if I snoke a smoke when you see a lightning flash in the distance. Or maybe it's George Bush.  ¶ 7:59 PM 1 Comments

  Man... ya start singing ONE christmas song at the mention of snow in the forecast, and everyone looks the other way... or turns a deaf ear. Well, the new nephew is getting along just fine, in fact, he gained a few ounces in the last week, and my sister found out he has a great set of lungs. Just like uncle Mark. Even though mine are full of small fuzzy animals lately since I quit smoking, and not sneaking a smoke once in a while. Who knew a guy could have that much lungbutter. Other than keeping the camel off my back, nothing else is new. Enjoyed the first couple of episodes of season 2 of "My name is Earl" between that, and the complete first season on dvd, I feel complete. I hope you someday enjoy it as much as I do. I dont know what Hollywood was thinking, throwing that much talent, morals, good storyline, and humor at the same wall and making it all stick without a canned laughtrack, but they did! Shame on them too, for making the rest of tv look bad. Maybe the rest of tv will get a clue and realize "Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, we want to be original too! This sucks!" and actually do something about it. Nope, Mr T., former star of the A team, now king of the B list, has a reality show on Tv land. Nuff said. at least Hollywood is into recycling. I know, if you cant say something nice about someone...  ¶ 7:14 PM 1 Comments

  Life is good!


It sure is easy to get bogged down with small problems. And even easier to forget the blessings. I have to admit, I got it pretty good. Good job, good freinds and family, house is paid off and vehicles paid off, and God is still looking out for me! So what is it that makes a guy forget about all that sometimes. I dont know. Sometimes a person has to just remind themselves of all the good things. Anyway, I should forget about all this "12 hour workday no time to myself", what about work for this winter, and what about the other guy crap, and count my blessings and enjoy today. I am too young to worry this much about the future. Screw that! Maybe this is just the new nonsmoker in me talking, I dont know. A buddy of mine turned me on to snuff, but it just doesnt cut the mustard. Sometimes you just want to suck some poison into your lungs! Ahhhhh, sweet poison. Ma came to visit. She is helping my sister with the new baby. Baby and sis are doing fine btw. Well, thats enuogh non sequiter ramblings for tonight. Have a good nite and God bless!  ¶ 7:14 PM 0 Comments