BVA – Class of '90

That's my school.  That's my year.  I can't believe that it's been 18 years since I graduated.  There are times that it feels like just yesterday.  Those times come flooding back when I see or hear something in particular.  Something such as our class song – "Dreams" by Van Halen.  It came on Sirius this morning when I was driving in and I played it the whole way here.

World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin down
Better change your tune
Reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby just spread your wings
Chorus:
Well get higher and higher straight up well climb
Well get higher and higher leave it all behind
Run, run, run, away
Like a train runnin off the track
The truth gets left behind
And falls between the cracks
Standing on broken dreams
But never losing sight
Spread your wings
Chorus
So baby dry your eyes, save all the tears youve cried
Ohh thats what dreams are made of
Oh baby we belong in a world that must be strong
Ohh thats what dreams are made of
Solo
Chorus
Higher and higher who knows what well find
And in the end on dreams we will depend
Cause thats what love is made of

I may discuss this more later or in another blog.

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Wouldn’t happen now

Back in the day, my father worked construction – the old skool road crew shit.  Blacktop and pavers and such.  He once had some great painkillers because someone accidentally put the blacktop squisher down on his foot and broke a few of his toes.  He met a lot of people because often, they would work in residential areas.

One winter, he met a British family (I think they were British, it's been a long time).  Somehow, he made friends with them.  They had two daughters the same age as I was.  He made us a play date.  So the following Saturday, he drove me over to their house and I hung out with them all day.  We went sled riding (sledging) and had hot chocolate and snacks (smokies – like little Vienna sausages).  It was an awesome day! 

Of course, we didn't keep in touch, but my brother reminded me of this today.  What do you think the chances are that this would happen in this day and age, 25 years later.  Who would go out front and talk to the guys working on the road besides to ask when they're leaving or to tell them to get off the lawn?  Who would allow a strange black man to talk to your kids?  Who would invite said strange black man to bring his child over for the day?  What parent would leave their child for an entire day with a family they've known for only a couple days?  What child would willingly go to the house of strangers and make friends and have a great day?

Times have changed, my friends, and they've taken a severe downward turn.  People are no longer nice and trusting.  No more welcome smiles and open arms.  Sad, isn't it?  Could someone please bring back the 80s?

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Wouldn't happen now

Back in the day, my father worked construction – the old skool road crew shit.  Blacktop and pavers and such.  He once had some great painkillers because someone accidentally put the blacktop squisher down on his foot and broke a few of his toes.  He met a lot of people because often, they would work in residential areas.

One winter, he met a British family (I think they were British, it's been a long time).  Somehow, he made friends with them.  They had two daughters the same age as I was.  He made us a play date.  So the following Saturday, he drove me over to their house and I hung out with them all day.  We went sled riding (sledging) and had hot chocolate and snacks (smokies – like little Vienna sausages).  It was an awesome day! 

Of course, we didn't keep in touch, but my brother reminded me of this today.  What do you think the chances are that this would happen in this day and age, 25 years later.  Who would go out front and talk to the guys working on the road besides to ask when they're leaving or to tell them to get off the lawn?  Who would allow a strange black man to talk to your kids?  Who would invite said strange black man to bring his child over for the day?  What parent would leave their child for an entire day with a family they've known for only a couple days?  What child would willingly go to the house of strangers and make friends and have a great day?

Times have changed, my friends, and they've taken a severe downward turn.  People are no longer nice and trusting.  No more welcome smiles and open arms.  Sad, isn't it?  Could someone please bring back the 80s?

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More info than you want (or need) – ROCO FRIDAY!

I finally got on over to my lady doctor (not my doctor who's a lady – which I have one of those too) and told him about my current issues.  Night sweats, no lovin', no poopin', rough cycles.  I told you it was more info than you wanted.  Anyways, he said that it could be caused by my current method of BC or maybe I have a thyroid issue.  So he says to quit the BC for a couple months and use condoms and see how I feel and that he'd do some bloodwork to see if it's the ole thyroid acting up.

I have two issues with this.  One, use a condom?!?!  Bwahaha, it's been Lovey and I and only Lovey and I for the last almost three years.  I would blow my budget on condoms why?  Besides, I don't like them and I'm slightly allergic.  Two, VAMPIRES!!!  I really hate needles and it's an ordeal every time they come around.  For some reason, the nurse can never find the vein on the first try.  NEVER.  I've gotten to the point that I tell them up front: butterfly me on the top of the hand and get it over with.  I apparently have very small veins and they hide under some fairly dark skin.

So, long story short, the vampire gets me.  First shot although she moves the needle around in my arm and I really don't like that, it makes me naseous.  She says that my veins roll.  I told her it's because they see the needle coming and run like hell.

As it turns out, my samples got contaminated so I have to go back for another test.  So I don't have to go back to the office, they mailed me my "prescription".  I like to know what's being done so I check it out.  There are things that I recognize like CBC and the one for the thyroid test.  I understand the testosterone one too.  After all, I said no lovin'.  But then there were some that I had never seen before and I had full blood workup over the summer and looked all that stuff up too.  Google to the rescue!

Turns out that he's doing some tests to see if I'm perimenopausal.  Yeah, I said it before, but I didn't mention it to him.  And likewise, he didn't mention to me that he was gonna test for that.  So, I'm a little miffed but at the same time glad that I may finally find out why I lose all the water I drink all day in sweat at night.  Anywho, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

It's Friday, bitches!  ROCO!

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QotD: The Last Time I Surprised Myself

When was the last time you surprised yourself?

This morning as I read this question, the dog had laid her head in my lap.  She indicated that she wanted to answer this question and so I am going to oblige her this one time.  While I will translate and type for her, it will still be in the first person so that you can fully enjoy her story.

Why, thank you for asking, Vox, as this happened just earlier today.  I was all alone in the house, relaxing before the two-leggers returned from wherever it is that they go all day.  They come home smelling like other people and other things, some nice, some nasty, but I'm getting away from the topic already.

Like I was saying, I was laying on the floor in the sun when I heard a noise come from somewhere behind me.  I lifted my head to see if anything was there, but alas, nothing but me and my fur tumbleweeds.  I laid my head back down, but just then a powerful stench struck my sensitive nose.  I sat up a bit to investigate this new smell.  As I sniffed around, I found that the smell seemed to be eminating from just below my tail.

On previous occasions when I have heard this noise, the two-leggers have often pointed at me and held their noses whilst saying my name in unfriendly tones.  And now, I realize what has happened.  I am the cause of this noxious odor.  I am surprised that this came from me!  I eat nothing but the finest in gourmet dry food — and sometimes some poop from the yard.  How could this happen?!?!  Maybe I am more ashamed than surprised.

I am glad she finally realizes that her farts stink.

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