It is past 9:30. Killing time before I turn in.
We had a barbecue at work today. I participated of course. Most of the folks at my work did. I was very surprised that one particular person did, though. He is Scottish, and lives up to the stereotype. He is cheap. Parsimonious. Niggardly. Stingy. You catch my drift.
I imagined how he came up with money to pay for the barbecue today. Did he collect pop bottles in the ditch and cash them in over the last 9 months or so? "Find" some copper wiring? Deliver pizzas, using someone else's car and gasoline? It's hard to say.
Just before the barbecue I called Canadian Blood Services to cancel today's blood donation. I told the nurse that upon the advice of my doctor that I should only donate plasma. The nurse I spoke to told me that they would not want me at all, since I was under a doctor's care.
I learned something at that moment. CBS did research recently and concluded that blood donors should take iron supplements to generate the iron lost in during their donations. They also found that it takes upwards of 90 days for a person to replenish his iron/ferritin levels after a donation. Meanwhile, you're allowed to donate after only 56 days. Over time, that deficit gets worse and worse, which could certainly account for my exhaustion.
If I had had any idea what cumulative effect my blood donations would have on my body, and my health, I would have reduced their frequency to prevent this situation from taking place. I believe people have a duty, an obligation, a commitment, to donate blood if they are able to, but not at the expense of their health. I'm sure you agree.
Anyway, I will share this information with my doc on Wednesday, when we meet to discuss my most recent test results. He may or may not already know this. I can't expect him to know everything about everything.
CBS understands and will not call me for 6 months, until I have sufficiently recovered my iron and ferritin levels. It may be longer if my doc feels I should not. Maybe I will never be able to resume my blood donations. It is all up in the air.
Having this information makes me feel better. It all makes sense. I just hope that this is what the problem is so I can take steps to correct it. I'll keep you abreast. I know you care, all 4.7 of you.
That's it for tonight. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Post 2338 - Wednesday
Well, it's past 10pm. Newbie is at my feet, staring at the tv while I type these words.
You've been asking me about my internet connection, and I am happy to tell you. My computer tells me that I have a 96% connection strength, but 96% of a slow connection. I tried to play some youtube videos a few minutes ago and it was like listening to Johnny Mathis records: Whole syllables and frames got dropped. Youtube videos should run with little or no problem.
What else is going on? Well, we had toastmasters this evening. Two speeches. One was about a member's home country's passion for soccer and the depths to which some people will go to win. It's all about witchdoctors, folks. The other one was about a member's moustache and how it can provoke visceral reactions from some women. Some like it. Many don't care one way or the other. And about 20% hate moustaches to the point where they will walk up to strangers and castigate them for having them.
I can't grow a full beard. It doesn't fill in. But I have had a moustache off and on for several years. I may re-grow it this year so I can also be castigated by ball-busting women who have little regard for the feelings and ego's they're crushing. High school all over again.
Newbie is cleaning himself. I shudder to think of the hair balls that he will cough up over the next couple of days. I swear, there are times when he looks embarrassed when he pukes or coughs up a hair ball. He will stand or sit next to what came out of him and look up at me with an I'm sorry look on his face. Cutest thing. Gives me something to think about when I'm cleaning up the barf. I wonder if threw up on the carpet and looked at Newbie with a similar look, if he would clean up my mess? Worth a try. I'll report back on that, soon.
Two days until the weekend. And it's a long weekend. Cool.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
You've been asking me about my internet connection, and I am happy to tell you. My computer tells me that I have a 96% connection strength, but 96% of a slow connection. I tried to play some youtube videos a few minutes ago and it was like listening to Johnny Mathis records: Whole syllables and frames got dropped. Youtube videos should run with little or no problem.
What else is going on? Well, we had toastmasters this evening. Two speeches. One was about a member's home country's passion for soccer and the depths to which some people will go to win. It's all about witchdoctors, folks. The other one was about a member's moustache and how it can provoke visceral reactions from some women. Some like it. Many don't care one way or the other. And about 20% hate moustaches to the point where they will walk up to strangers and castigate them for having them.
I can't grow a full beard. It doesn't fill in. But I have had a moustache off and on for several years. I may re-grow it this year so I can also be castigated by ball-busting women who have little regard for the feelings and ego's they're crushing. High school all over again.
Newbie is cleaning himself. I shudder to think of the hair balls that he will cough up over the next couple of days. I swear, there are times when he looks embarrassed when he pukes or coughs up a hair ball. He will stand or sit next to what came out of him and look up at me with an I'm sorry look on his face. Cutest thing. Gives me something to think about when I'm cleaning up the barf. I wonder if threw up on the carpet and looked at Newbie with a similar look, if he would clean up my mess? Worth a try. I'll report back on that, soon.
Two days until the weekend. And it's a long weekend. Cool.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Post 2337 - Tuesday
A long day. A short post.
After work we didn't feel like coming home and cooking a meal. Patricia suggested Swiss Chalet, and I nearly drove into the ditch in my excitement. There is something about the food there that entices me to the point where I become less of a boy, less of a man, and more of a ravenous carnivore bent on eating anything that used to have a face. Don't judge me.
Actually, Mom and I had been at the Swiss Chalet on May 4th. I'd noticed the new menu options and selected the butter chicken bowl. I ate every scrap of victuals placed in front of me, and looked around the bowl to see if an errant piece of rice or a shoot of cauliflower had tried to get away from me. No such luck.
I mentioned the butter chicken to Patricia this evening. We both decided to have it. I think the version of the dish was slightly better in New Minas, although it may come down to "you never forget your first." A premature feeling of nostalgia, perhaps.
At any rate, Patricia very much enjoyed her dinner, and I did, mine. I paid up and we left and came home. The cats probably smelled the chicken on our breaths and demanded their own dinner. I delegated that task to Patricia and went downstairs for a moment to see if the internet connection was still working. It's been pretty spotty lately.
It is now 9:45. I will call my doctor in the morning to make an appointment to discuss the blood test results that will have reached him by Thursday. I should find out then whether I have a spastic colon, an extreme case of shiftlessness, or the dreaded SCS (Sivilcervant Syndrome.) I will tell you all about it, of course. I like to share.
If you want to start an office pool at your place of work and bet on what is wrong with me, please go ahead. Anything I can do to help morale. Just throw some of the love my way. Patricia doesn't know about my 3 ex-wives.
You guys have a good evening. Newbie and Patricia and Cindy and I send our best.
Bevboy
After work we didn't feel like coming home and cooking a meal. Patricia suggested Swiss Chalet, and I nearly drove into the ditch in my excitement. There is something about the food there that entices me to the point where I become less of a boy, less of a man, and more of a ravenous carnivore bent on eating anything that used to have a face. Don't judge me.
Actually, Mom and I had been at the Swiss Chalet on May 4th. I'd noticed the new menu options and selected the butter chicken bowl. I ate every scrap of victuals placed in front of me, and looked around the bowl to see if an errant piece of rice or a shoot of cauliflower had tried to get away from me. No such luck.
I mentioned the butter chicken to Patricia this evening. We both decided to have it. I think the version of the dish was slightly better in New Minas, although it may come down to "you never forget your first." A premature feeling of nostalgia, perhaps.
At any rate, Patricia very much enjoyed her dinner, and I did, mine. I paid up and we left and came home. The cats probably smelled the chicken on our breaths and demanded their own dinner. I delegated that task to Patricia and went downstairs for a moment to see if the internet connection was still working. It's been pretty spotty lately.
It is now 9:45. I will call my doctor in the morning to make an appointment to discuss the blood test results that will have reached him by Thursday. I should find out then whether I have a spastic colon, an extreme case of shiftlessness, or the dreaded SCS (Sivilcervant Syndrome.) I will tell you all about it, of course. I like to share.
If you want to start an office pool at your place of work and bet on what is wrong with me, please go ahead. Anything I can do to help morale. Just throw some of the love my way. Patricia doesn't know about my 3 ex-wives.
You guys have a good evening. Newbie and Patricia and Cindy and I send our best.
Bevboy
Monday, May 13, 2013
Post 2336 - I'm Back!
Hi, everyone.
Did you miss me?
Did you notice I was gone?
Are you getting tired of one-sentence paragraphs?
I am back to work today, which means I can resume the blog. For reasons I don't care to discuss in great detail, it is in my best interests not to update the blog when I am off work for any medical or family-related reason. If I am on vacation, yes, I'll blog. Same with weekends and the like. But shutting 'er down last week was something I had to do. If you were in my shoes, you would do the same thing.
There is not a great deal to report on the the events of the past 7 days. I wasn't feeling well at work last Monday. I got home around 5:30 and told Patricia I was gonna lay down for a few minutes. Other than the occasional Pinkelpause and a small snack, I didn't get up again until Tuesday afternoon.
The rest of the week was pretty much like that. Sleeping inordinate hours. Running to the watercloset. Going back to bed. Fighting flu-like symptoms. Pretty exciting, huh?
Other than work, the only other casualty of my sick days last week was my attendance to the David Myles concert. You will recall that I purchased tickets last Monday. Since I was too sick to go to work, I was too sick to go to the concert, even though I was feeling a bit better by Thursday. I invited Patricia to invite one of her girlfriends, and that is what happened.
Patricia practiced saying to me how crappy the concert was to make me feel better. But I asked her for the truth, and she said it was effing awesome. Myles' on stage presence has improved a great deal in the last few years. He is much more comfortable up there than he used to be. Patricia reported that Myles was laughing and running around the stage. The highlights were probably his duet with
Measha Brueggergosman and his performance of "My Inner Ninja" with Classified, who showed up as a surprise guest. As I reported recently, it is impossible to get that song out of your head once it takes up residence in there. Which is all right by me, because it's a great tune.
Although David Myles' new album doesn't officially hit until the 14th, he had advance copies of it for sale at the concert; as a sop to my not being able to go, Patricia bought me a copy of it. She bought herself a copy of his "Live at the Carlton" cd. As the story goes, Myles was doing a concert there one day last year. After the show was over, the engineer who worked there handed him a copy of the tape and said, "Here's your new album." Turns out that the man had recorded the concert without Myles' knowledge or consent, but since David Myles got the only copy of it, I can't imagine that he was too unhappy. It is a hard-to-find cd as well, so it must be worth listening to.
Friday passed without serious incident. The weekend came and I was feeling well enough to visit my mother, staying over night at the family house. I made Mother's Day lunch for her, bringing her over from her nursing home for a few hours. Apparently she told everyone within earshot that her son was making her a meal. Sniff.
I'm back to work today. I had to take a bit of time off this morning to get some bloodtests done to find out what is causing my lethergy. I wonder if they're going to test for laziness? Or Sivilcervant Syndrome? Or even a spastic colon, whatever that is. As long as I don't have the dreaded Sivilcervant Syndrome, I will count my blessings.
You guys have a good evening. I will see you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Did you miss me?
Did you notice I was gone?
Are you getting tired of one-sentence paragraphs?
I am back to work today, which means I can resume the blog. For reasons I don't care to discuss in great detail, it is in my best interests not to update the blog when I am off work for any medical or family-related reason. If I am on vacation, yes, I'll blog. Same with weekends and the like. But shutting 'er down last week was something I had to do. If you were in my shoes, you would do the same thing.
There is not a great deal to report on the the events of the past 7 days. I wasn't feeling well at work last Monday. I got home around 5:30 and told Patricia I was gonna lay down for a few minutes. Other than the occasional Pinkelpause and a small snack, I didn't get up again until Tuesday afternoon.
The rest of the week was pretty much like that. Sleeping inordinate hours. Running to the watercloset. Going back to bed. Fighting flu-like symptoms. Pretty exciting, huh?
Other than work, the only other casualty of my sick days last week was my attendance to the David Myles concert. You will recall that I purchased tickets last Monday. Since I was too sick to go to work, I was too sick to go to the concert, even though I was feeling a bit better by Thursday. I invited Patricia to invite one of her girlfriends, and that is what happened.
Patricia practiced saying to me how crappy the concert was to make me feel better. But I asked her for the truth, and she said it was effing awesome. Myles' on stage presence has improved a great deal in the last few years. He is much more comfortable up there than he used to be. Patricia reported that Myles was laughing and running around the stage. The highlights were probably his duet with
Measha Brueggergosman and his performance of "My Inner Ninja" with Classified, who showed up as a surprise guest. As I reported recently, it is impossible to get that song out of your head once it takes up residence in there. Which is all right by me, because it's a great tune.
Although David Myles' new album doesn't officially hit until the 14th, he had advance copies of it for sale at the concert; as a sop to my not being able to go, Patricia bought me a copy of it. She bought herself a copy of his "Live at the Carlton" cd. As the story goes, Myles was doing a concert there one day last year. After the show was over, the engineer who worked there handed him a copy of the tape and said, "Here's your new album." Turns out that the man had recorded the concert without Myles' knowledge or consent, but since David Myles got the only copy of it, I can't imagine that he was too unhappy. It is a hard-to-find cd as well, so it must be worth listening to.
Friday passed without serious incident. The weekend came and I was feeling well enough to visit my mother, staying over night at the family house. I made Mother's Day lunch for her, bringing her over from her nursing home for a few hours. Apparently she told everyone within earshot that her son was making her a meal. Sniff.
I'm back to work today. I had to take a bit of time off this morning to get some bloodtests done to find out what is causing my lethergy. I wonder if they're going to test for laziness? Or Sivilcervant Syndrome? Or even a spastic colon, whatever that is. As long as I don't have the dreaded Sivilcervant Syndrome, I will count my blessings.
You guys have a good evening. I will see you tomorrow.
Bevboy
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Post 2335 - Another Hiatus
I'm sorry to report that I'm shutting down the Blog for a few days.
Without too many details, I'm experiencing some flu-like symptoms that have kept me house-bound and bed-ridden since Monday at 5:30. I didn't get up until 1 this afternoon.
I will call my doctor tomorrow if I'm not much better.
Newbie's been with me virtually nonstop. He clearly knows that something is up.
I hope to have the Blog back by the end of the week.
See you soon. I love all 4.7 of you!
From Bevboy's BlackBerry to Bevboy's Blog!
Without too many details, I'm experiencing some flu-like symptoms that have kept me house-bound and bed-ridden since Monday at 5:30. I didn't get up until 1 this afternoon.
I will call my doctor tomorrow if I'm not much better.
Newbie's been with me virtually nonstop. He clearly knows that something is up.
I hope to have the Blog back by the end of the week.
See you soon. I love all 4.7 of you!
From Bevboy's BlackBerry to Bevboy's Blog!
Monday, May 6, 2013
Post 2334 - Oops!
Hi again, my readers.
I'm sorry I didn't write on Sunday. I had a pretty busy day, and collapsed in bed back in Halifax much earlier than I expected to. Have I mentioned I have an extreme loss of energy lately? I am either sick, or very lazy.
Anyway, Sunday morning I finally got the damned lawn tractor started. It took my neighbour's NAPA portable battery charger, which he pulled behind him on wheels as if it were luggage, and which he had to plug into a garage outlet, in order to get the motor to turn over. It enabled me to mow the lawn until I had to get off the tractor and move something. That automatically cuts the engine. I was unable to restart it, so the neigbhour had to come over and use that battery charger. He says that the battery contact is crappy, but it's the same contact as last year. I'm thinking that since he had to use the charger that the battery itself is on its way out. Which pisses me off, because it is only 2 years old and spent both of the last two Winters stored in my dad's old workshop underneath a heating vent, where it should have been comparitively warm. I thought I'd bought a good quality battery 2 years ago. I guess I will have to buy a supremely good battery this time. I will also invest in a trickle charger in an effort to keep any new lawn tractor battery charged up.
In addition, the roof at my mother's garage must be re-shingled, probably sooner rather than later. The shingles are curling like the springs on my mattress. Probably can't ignore it much longer. That's ok. I'm rich.
I cleaned up around the house for a while in the afternoon. Washed the dishes. Fed Newbie. Washed him ralph on the kitchen floor. Cleaned up his mess. Stuffed him into his carrier. Removed a mirror from my mother's bedroom and put it in the car to take to her nursing home.
Visited Mom in her nursing home room. She took one look at me and announced that I looked exhausted. She offered me her bed to nap on, which was sweet, and probably a scathing indictment on how I must have looked to her.
After my visit, I fortified myself with coffee from the Just Us! in Wolfville and hit the road. Newbie was sullen with me, not looking at me or meowing or anything else. Probably just plotting how to gain control of the car and get me to be in the carrier instead of him.
I got back to the city. We ate fish and chips, and I can state that I don't care if I ever eat f&c ever again. They always taste greasy and disgusting. F&C is the ham of seafood.
By 8pm, I was dozing off on the fridge. I went upstairs and collapsed on the bed and lay there for the rest of the night. I did remain awake long enough to hear David Myles on Q104 talking about his upcoming tour and album. I am such a fan of this guy. His music has become much more versatile since he teamed up with Classified last year for a song that is impossible to get out of your head. It is starting to take off in Europe and in the United States. I believe "Inner Ninja" was used on the soundtrack of a recent tv show.
I have liked David Myles' music for years now. I have a picture of him and me together somewhere, taking on a shitty BlackBerry camera. I had no idea, and I'm sure he didn't either, that his biggest hit would be a hip-hop-laced song with a noted hip-hop artist named Classified. At what point did David Myles think his music would be broadcast on The Bounce in Halifax? And that I would enjoy this song so much that I would hum it to myself at work and turn up the radio every time I heard it thereon?
For my American readers, all 2.1 of you, go ahead and watch this video and try to get this song out of your head. Just try!
Anyway, Myles is playing in Halifax this Thursday night. I have ordered tickets for Patricia and me. And I can hardly wait to see him again.
You guys have a great day. I will try to write another post Monday evening.
Bevboy
I'm sorry I didn't write on Sunday. I had a pretty busy day, and collapsed in bed back in Halifax much earlier than I expected to. Have I mentioned I have an extreme loss of energy lately? I am either sick, or very lazy.
Anyway, Sunday morning I finally got the damned lawn tractor started. It took my neighbour's NAPA portable battery charger, which he pulled behind him on wheels as if it were luggage, and which he had to plug into a garage outlet, in order to get the motor to turn over. It enabled me to mow the lawn until I had to get off the tractor and move something. That automatically cuts the engine. I was unable to restart it, so the neigbhour had to come over and use that battery charger. He says that the battery contact is crappy, but it's the same contact as last year. I'm thinking that since he had to use the charger that the battery itself is on its way out. Which pisses me off, because it is only 2 years old and spent both of the last two Winters stored in my dad's old workshop underneath a heating vent, where it should have been comparitively warm. I thought I'd bought a good quality battery 2 years ago. I guess I will have to buy a supremely good battery this time. I will also invest in a trickle charger in an effort to keep any new lawn tractor battery charged up.
In addition, the roof at my mother's garage must be re-shingled, probably sooner rather than later. The shingles are curling like the springs on my mattress. Probably can't ignore it much longer. That's ok. I'm rich.
I cleaned up around the house for a while in the afternoon. Washed the dishes. Fed Newbie. Washed him ralph on the kitchen floor. Cleaned up his mess. Stuffed him into his carrier. Removed a mirror from my mother's bedroom and put it in the car to take to her nursing home.
Visited Mom in her nursing home room. She took one look at me and announced that I looked exhausted. She offered me her bed to nap on, which was sweet, and probably a scathing indictment on how I must have looked to her.
After my visit, I fortified myself with coffee from the Just Us! in Wolfville and hit the road. Newbie was sullen with me, not looking at me or meowing or anything else. Probably just plotting how to gain control of the car and get me to be in the carrier instead of him.
I got back to the city. We ate fish and chips, and I can state that I don't care if I ever eat f&c ever again. They always taste greasy and disgusting. F&C is the ham of seafood.
By 8pm, I was dozing off on the fridge. I went upstairs and collapsed on the bed and lay there for the rest of the night. I did remain awake long enough to hear David Myles on Q104 talking about his upcoming tour and album. I am such a fan of this guy. His music has become much more versatile since he teamed up with Classified last year for a song that is impossible to get out of your head. It is starting to take off in Europe and in the United States. I believe "Inner Ninja" was used on the soundtrack of a recent tv show.
I have liked David Myles' music for years now. I have a picture of him and me together somewhere, taking on a shitty BlackBerry camera. I had no idea, and I'm sure he didn't either, that his biggest hit would be a hip-hop-laced song with a noted hip-hop artist named Classified. At what point did David Myles think his music would be broadcast on The Bounce in Halifax? And that I would enjoy this song so much that I would hum it to myself at work and turn up the radio every time I heard it thereon?
For my American readers, all 2.1 of you, go ahead and watch this video and try to get this song out of your head. Just try!
Anyway, Myles is playing in Halifax this Thursday night. I have ordered tickets for Patricia and me. And I can hardly wait to see him again.
You guys have a great day. I will try to write another post Monday evening.
Bevboy
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Post 2333 - Saturday
Hi, folks.
It is about 12:45 Sunday morning. I've had a busy day.
Being Saturday I took my mother shopping. She wanted to go to the drug store and the used clothing store. We had lunch at the Swiss Chalet in New Minas. I had the butter chicken and loved it. Mom had the quarter chicken dinner.
After lunch we went to Sobeys and Giant Tiger. For some reason they've been around for 52 years and are celebrating it. I recognized some staff who had worked at the recently-closed Zellers. Glad they found a gig.
Dropped Mom off at Shannex and came back here. Thought I'd take a short nap and slept for 4 hours. I think I'm regressing to my childhood. How long before I need diapers again? Don't answer that question.
This evening I went downstairs and retrieved the lawn tractor battery and went out to the garage to install it in the lawn tractor. Check. Tried to start the lawn tractor. No dice.
The battery seemed to be running down so I hooked it up to my car battery to give it a boost. Still wouldn't turn over. Crap.
I grabbed the jerry can and drove to the local Irving station and filled it up. Returned to the garage and filled up the gas tank. It already had some gas in it but I filled it up anyway. Did the engine turn over? What do you think?
Not six months ago Mom paid quite a bit of money to get the lawn tractor freshened up. New spark plugs and lots of other things to make it run better. The battery is maybe 2 years old and spends its Winters in the house under a heat vent. It should be in excellent shape and last a few more years.
I'm at a loss. The next door neighbour will be coming over here around 10:30 Sunday morning to help me get the damn thing working again. As he said, and I agreed, it's probably something stupid. I'll kick myself when I find out what it is. Of course, I'll tell you all about it. I have low self esteem and enjoy demonstrating my lack of intelligence.
SNL is on. The stoner from the Hangover movies is the host. Zach dont-ask-me-to-spell-his-last-akis. Will turn in soon. Newbie will join me because that is what he does.
Send your theories about the lawn tractor to me. I need to hear about how much smarter you are than I am. It's that low self esteem thing I mentioned 2 paragraphs above. Rub it in. Be like everybody else.
See you tomorrow.
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It is about 12:45 Sunday morning. I've had a busy day.
Being Saturday I took my mother shopping. She wanted to go to the drug store and the used clothing store. We had lunch at the Swiss Chalet in New Minas. I had the butter chicken and loved it. Mom had the quarter chicken dinner.
After lunch we went to Sobeys and Giant Tiger. For some reason they've been around for 52 years and are celebrating it. I recognized some staff who had worked at the recently-closed Zellers. Glad they found a gig.
Dropped Mom off at Shannex and came back here. Thought I'd take a short nap and slept for 4 hours. I think I'm regressing to my childhood. How long before I need diapers again? Don't answer that question.
This evening I went downstairs and retrieved the lawn tractor battery and went out to the garage to install it in the lawn tractor. Check. Tried to start the lawn tractor. No dice.
The battery seemed to be running down so I hooked it up to my car battery to give it a boost. Still wouldn't turn over. Crap.
I grabbed the jerry can and drove to the local Irving station and filled it up. Returned to the garage and filled up the gas tank. It already had some gas in it but I filled it up anyway. Did the engine turn over? What do you think?
Not six months ago Mom paid quite a bit of money to get the lawn tractor freshened up. New spark plugs and lots of other things to make it run better. The battery is maybe 2 years old and spends its Winters in the house under a heat vent. It should be in excellent shape and last a few more years.
I'm at a loss. The next door neighbour will be coming over here around 10:30 Sunday morning to help me get the damn thing working again. As he said, and I agreed, it's probably something stupid. I'll kick myself when I find out what it is. Of course, I'll tell you all about it. I have low self esteem and enjoy demonstrating my lack of intelligence.
SNL is on. The stoner from the Hangover movies is the host. Zach dont-ask-me-to-spell-his-last-akis. Will turn in soon. Newbie will join me because that is what he does.
Send your theories about the lawn tractor to me. I need to hear about how much smarter you are than I am. It's that low self esteem thing I mentioned 2 paragraphs above. Rub it in. Be like everybody else.
See you tomorrow.
From Bevboy's BlackBerry to Bevboy's Blog!
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