Life. You guessed it. Here's where we grumble about the daily grind, bisms and that no matter how much you love what you do, work still sucks some times.
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Family Stories
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Written by OG
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Monday, 07 January 2008 |
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Anvil, Milk’s father has brain cancer. To his family and friends he wrote the following. I love it. I asked his permission to post on Grunge Ogre. He agreed. When I get cancer from cigarette smoking, hopefully I will approach it the same. Enjoy.
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Cancer Notes # 3, December 20, 2007 Holiday Edition
Well, I have some very good news. After 30 days of radiation, 3 cycles of chemotherapy, and Avastin infusions every two weeks, I seem to be winning. The operative phrase is “clean scans.” That means that when you line up the four MRI’s I’ve had (just prior to surgery, post-surgery, 2 months later, and 2 months after that), what you see is a disturbingly large white splotch in the left frontal lobe. Then it shrinks, and shrinks, and shrinks, and then Poof, it’s gone !
I had no idea what an emotional volcano I’d been sitting on for five months. As I entered the elevator I simply burst into a flood of tears and loud honking noises that scared the hell out of the four passengers . . . .and me. It reminded me of the next-to-last scene in Sense and Sensibility when Emma Thompson discovers that Hugh Grant is not married and is, thus, available to her. |
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Humor
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Written by OG
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Wednesday, 05 September 2007 |
Bee woke early this morning for a business trip.
As she turned off the alarm, I rolled over
and said I didn't want to get up yet.
She rolled over to me
And said, "I love you."
I said it back.
A pause.
I added, "Even though I don't show it all the time."
She rolled back to her side, saying, "Ah, huh".
I added. "Most of time."
She said "Ah, huh."
"Almost never."
"Ah, huh."
I rolled over to her, saying, in a small cloying voice
like a Hallmark card made with gravel and nicotine,
"But, you are always in my heart."
We both laughed.
I added, "But, it's a small and black,
So I don't know if that's a good thing.
We both laughed again
Me more than her.
Then, we rose for the day.
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Daily Grind
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Written by OG
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Thursday, 30 August 2007 |
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Emcee and Princess made dinner at Black Bear and Eva's last night. Eva's parents are in town. They mad BLTs and a delightful corn salad. I know it was delightful because I had left overs tonight. Any, Black Bear sent Emcee a two word text message today while he was at work. It read, "Corn Turd."javascript:submitbutton('save');
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Daily Grind
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Written by OG
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Friday, 17 August 2007 |
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Earlier in the night I had pissed off Princess and Emcee by declaring a new nickname for Emcee. "PB"
"What's that mean?" Princess asked.
"Princess's bitch."
"Not funny." She said and walked away pissed.
I felt like an ass. I made the error of crossing the line, again. Emcee had come over to order a drink for Princess, and it struck me that he's often doing her bidding. I though the new nickname would be funny. It wasn't. Everyone beat me up about.
"You can't say stupid things like that. Just because he is nice to his wife doesn’t mean he's her bitch. Everyone has their own thing. She does plenty for him too. It's reciprocal. A couples relationship is none of your business. Dumb ass." |
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Daily Grind
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Written by OG
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Friday, 17 August 2007 |
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While having dinner at a lobster shack in Bar Harbor Maine, we were misbehaving as usual. Well, the men were. For some reason we always start making stupid, lewd jokes with sexual connotations. "Oh yeah, toss the salad. How about a rusty trombone? A dirty Sanchez?" I forget the specific comment that Emcee made, but Princess responded, "Emcee, behave. There are people here. Normal people."
This, of course, made us roar, and take the vulgarities up a notch. Some people around us gave dirty looks. Such is life in the Ogre camp.
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At another point of the night, after a rousing game of Bocce Ball where Emcee and Eva dominated, Princess visited the ladies room. The women had been discussing palates, exercise and building inner-core strength. Emcee frequently mocks the term inner-core whenever he can. "Have another glass of wine, it will build your inner-core." Mockery or not, the woman are slimming and it looks good, especially Bee. Even Black Bear has started exercising. He is taking kick boxing. Of course, on weekends like this, exercise just becomes an excuse to indulge more. Myself, I just indulge. When Princess came back someone asked, "Feel better?" She had made a rather dramatic exit.
"No. I feel like the core has been breached."
We roared and drank some more. |
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Bisms
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Written by OG
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Monday, 13 August 2007 |
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The other day the winds were blowing after heavy rains. Bud steeped outside under the fire escape and would go no further. The wet gusts were not that inviting to him. When he come back inside. Bee taunted him, “Awe. Is it too blistery for Buddy Boy?”
“Blistery?” I asked. “You mean blustery.”
“Oh. Is that it? Oops. No wonder people looked at me oddly today at work. I must have said blistery three or four times.” |
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Daily Grind
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Written by OG
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Sunday, 05 August 2007 |
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I'm at a party at Black Bears and Eva's. Black bear is playing darts with Emcee and Beel. Bud is hanging out near the meat on the counter, waiting for me to come by and give him a piece of the over cooked beef brisket. I'm writing because I'm an ass who can't socialize for very long with out feeling compelled to write some drivel for you, the reader, who will mostly be myself and the crew. |
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Family Stories
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Written by OG
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Saturday, 21 July 2007 |
Mountain House
Crazy bugs on the freeway last night. They smashed against the windshield like a rain storm. I ran out of wiper fluid trying to wash the smear of their bodies off the windshield. It was so bad I had to stop to get more fluid. The grill of the car looks like I drove through a plague of locusts. Some “homers” were hanging out in front of the gas station and commented, “Yup. It’s that time of year” when I called Bee to look at the mess. Bugs swarmed around the Homers as they spoke. They didn’t seem to notice or mind. When back in the car, I kept feeling phantom bugs crawling on my legs, hands and ears.
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Family Stories
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Written by Administrator
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Saturday, 21 July 2007 |
Quicken Orange Pie
Bee decided we needed to get our finances in order. This had been bugging her for some time. Personally, I didn’t care. So long as we pay off the bills and have some money left over, I’m pretty much content. She purchased Quicken and spent the afternoon color coding our expenses. “What color should I be? You are blue.” She said as I vegetated in font of the TV.
“Orange.” She agreed. Orange is her favorite color.
“This is great.” She said. “It’s going to make a pie chart of who spends what, and where.”
“Un huh.” I absently agreed.
A few hours later she finished without much fan far.
“So, let’s see the pie chart.” I said rousing from my seat.
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Humor
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Written by OG
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Saturday, 21 July 2007 |
Warm Holiday Horderves.
While visiting my step-mother for a holiday, Bud came out of the mud room. His jowls were crusted with cat litter. The grin on his face said, “Dude. This place rocks! There are warm horderves all day long.”
Bee was disgusted.
I laughed.
Later, over the weekend, Bud had the cat cornered under a cabinet. “Bud, leave the cat alone.” Bee said. “OG, Do you think he’ll hurt the cat?”
“No. Honey. It’s okay. He just wants to compliment the chef.”
“That’s disgusting.” She said and put Bud out side.
I laughed.
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Bisms
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Written by OG
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Saturday, 19 May 2007 |
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Bism: Bee was in the path station with Eva. She said three times, “Yes, let’s get on the train to the Wall Street Journal.”
Eva looked at her perplexed? “The Wall Street Journal? Do you mean the World Trade Center?”
“Yes.”
This is particularly noteworthy as Bee rides the Path trains every day for work, and has been doing so for years.
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