Random rants before I fall to sleep....

I am sick to death of our current political climate. We have a do-nothing Congress that is only interested in its own political career agenda and could care less about you and I if we or our petty problems slow down the vote on pork barrell spending or giving themselves a bigger raise and/or less days in Washington.

Democrat or Republican, I am tired of them all! I no longer believe the wholsome image that they want me to believe, but rather the truth, that these greedy bastards have spent enough of my money and done nothing to help anyone but themselves.

What is so hard to understand about building a fence? Sheesh! Secure the borders and ports THEN let's entertain ideas about immigration reform. This isn't rocket science D.C.! My own Senator, Trent Lott voted for amnesty. This same Senator co-sponsored a bill to have my tax dollars move a railroad that was JUST rebuilt after hurricane Katrina some 300 yards north of US 90 to give the casinos more land to build on. Can you say, Goodbye Senator Lott? I think his 2008 Dayplanner will be a lot less crowded than the last few years have been. Get my drift, Senator??

I'm so sick to death of rude people that the next person that fires off at me without benifit of prevocation is going to get it. I'm dead serious! I'm a laid-back kinda guy, but I'm damned tired of being walked on by rude assed morons.

(Added after memorial day)
I set up this big get together for family and freinds this Memorial day. Granted, some, like my brother got pretty short notice, like a week, maybe less. Still, I invited over 25 people beyond my immediate family, and asked for a call from the to let me know if they could make it. (I don't do RSVP's and/or invitations via the mail.) I ordered 80 pounds of ribs, corn on the cob to toast, baked beans, pulled pork, chicken, and even some vege-burgers for the vegetarians. I put three big watermelons on ice for two days, plenty of all kinds of cold beer and spent the previous two days scrubbing down the house, inside and out.
so why am I a little upset then? Maybe its because out of 25 people two, that's 2, people showed up and no one else let me know they couldn't make it. What. A. Waste. We had fun though, and I guess I learned a lesson. So its all good. Guess what Tim is going to be eating for quite some time? Barbeque you guessed? Then you guessed correctly. Oh well.

I still don't have that extra truck up and running, so I'm burning the candle at both ends still. The stress level is getting really bad. Today I found out the guy that loads my trailer at this one place raised my trailer door AFTER I closed it and started in with a forklift! He came running out yelling about having more to load. Stupid! Ugh! If numbnuts had fallen out of my trailer it would have sure had been blamed for it. The thing is, its made me sick all day. Its not like my lifre isn't full of stress enough already to drive minister insane, that I have to create some more drama to swim in.

In news of the gross and grotesque, I lost my temporary crown on my tooth. I am pretty sure I ate it. Now Dr. Jekyl will want to redrill the canals for that tooth. Fan-freaking-tastic!

On the opposite side of my mouth, I have a cracked molar. The stupid crack got a lot worse over past holiday, and (this is gross, you were warned!) Now the crack widened enough so that now if I get stupid and forget about it and chomp down on anything harder than cheese, the tooth seperates enough to let a small portion of gum to slip into said crack and stay there until I regain enough composure about me to to gather my wits, gumption and spread the tooth enough to let the mangled gum slip out, tuck its tail and run away.

My dental problems are tough, but not as bad as Nicole's, the poor thing. She's about to have an abcess removed along with a portion of jawbone. *cringe*
speedy recovery love! Hugs and best wishes. Wish I could say and do more... So all of you go now and wish augustdreams.diaryland.com the very best, would you please? (Forgive me for not live-linking, I'm on the blackberry.)

Why do helium trucks need wheels?

Here's a little known fact about me:
I'd give up pretty much everything for an opportunity to be a farmer and never leave home again. That's probably a by-product of years spent on the road and so many missed holidays and birthdays and such. I'd love to raise crops, cattle and mend fences. Can you imagine spending all day on a tractor planting corn and actually sleeping in your own house every night? That's just a fantasy I have, because I don't ever see it happening.

Remember when we were young and the world was ours? We were going to tame it and call it our own. There was so much I was going to do with my life.

Oh well...