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the quiet ramblings of a construction worker: Health

Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts

Monday, May 16

You can do it...

Wifey has received some sort of supernatural strength, that pushed her into another manic chapter of life.  She started by bouncing around the house on Saturday  morning, doing all kinds of--who knows what--while I'm trying to figure out why someone is up so early.  I saw her posting up some kind of strange messages throughout the room.  I couldn't read half of them due to the fact that my glasses weren't on and the font color was impossibly bright.  I soon discovered that she had been filling the walls with positive affirmations.  Normally I would take this opportunity to discuss this affirmations in a very sarcastic tone.  What I chose to do instead is make some positive affirmations of my own.  Once I realized the brilliance in these one liners and the new positive zest that it brought to my life, I felt the need to share.  I'm pretty sure that the rules for this type of motivation shouldn't include negative words such as not or no, but seeing how Wifey broke the rules I figured I can to.  So here's my top ten (feel free to use them when you're reaching for that untapped motivation):

1.  I am strong like bull
2.  I my male identifiers are at the very least close to average size
3.  Mediocre is not last place
4.  IQ does not measure such factors like: # of friends on facebook, how big the lenses are on my sun glasses, and ninja skills.
Prestige-sunglasses.Image via Wikipedia5.  At least my IQ qualifies me for all kinds of freebies from the government, some people have to walk around expos all day long to get free stuff.  All I have to do is misbehave in public.
6.  I could probably beat up most handicapped people, as long as blindside them.
7.  People at the top are always subject to negative publicity.  Who wants all that bad attention anyways? (Trump?)

Donald Trump enters the Oscar De LA Renta Fash...Image via Wikipedia
8.  When the going gets tough, find something that you don't suck at.
9.  You do not make mistakes, everything you do is on purpose.  The free market can't tell the difference anyways.
10.  When people call you quitter, horse's ass, pathetic, waste of oxygen molecules, etc., they're probably either jealous or using some terms of endearment that haven't quite caught on yet.

and if none of those work:

11.  I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and da gone it people likes me.
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Sunday, May 8

Hey ma, happy day...

Dearest Mother, who carried me in her belly for 9 months and assumed full legal responsibility of me clear until the age of 18 (hopefully the 9 months part is true, otherwise I think it's time to confirm my speculations),

Thank you for raising me and laughing at all my jokes, even when they weren't that funny and didn't make any sense.  I also appreciate having someone to go to, that actually falls for my "I'm a martyr routine".  You've done good, except of course with the youngest, but we don't even know how he showed up in our family.  I'm not trying to start any rumors but seriously, could we see some solid DNA evidence? It's not easy taking care of 6 kids, and even more so since none of them could be more like me.  Thanks for challenging me and never telling my siblings that I'm your only REAL favorite.  It would have caused a lot of unnecessary drama had they known.  Thanks for helping my wife and I to continue to be students for life, even though our degrees will clearly NOT represent the countless hours of schooling.  I'm sure it's tough telling people, "yeah, my sons in school again, and no, he's not a doctor.  He's not even in grad school."  It could be worse though, I could have been a dentist.  All that schooling, yet they appear to gain no knowledge.  Sometimes I swear that it is common procedure to give all dental patients a lobotomy.

Thanks for all you do!  The kids are grateful too.  And I'm grateful that they're grateful, because it makes it that much easier to dump them on you.

Love ya,

Your greatest son ever--Lee
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Querida wifey feliz dia de madre...

My photos that have a creative commons license...Image via WikipediaDear Wife and Mother (of at least 3 of my children.  Hopefully that's all I have, and hopefully they're all mine.  I can handle the truth, because if I found out that I was puttin' up with drama from somebody else's kitten, it would be the opposite of good.),

Just to clear the air and confirm the speculation, I do love it when you call me big pappa.  I also love it when you wave your hands in the air like you just don't cur.

As I sit here staring at you peacefully sleeping on the couch (mild snore, regular breathing pattern), I can't help but look down the long journey we've taken.  As I look I think--what were we thinking and why didn't anybody talk us out of it?  Of course I'm referring to the three young "princesses" that run around the house with red pitchforks and pointy red ears, and not our marriage.  It's been T-riffic watching you put up with me.  Thanks for keepin' on with the keepin' on.  You're one cool mama with an attitude all full of spiciness.  If it wasn't for you our children would run all over me.  Sometimes I feel like an old person being scammed by a salesman, then you swoop in and remind me that our children have a very elaborate MO.  Let's just face it, if it wasn't for you vigilance and Hi Def 3-D vision, they'd be a hurtin'.  You've watched over them like a hawk ready to take on Tony the Tiger, if necessary.  And with Tony's sadist smile on that cereal box, it's always necessary.  "Grrrrrreat", he says.  What's so great about you Tony?  Did you go through 9 months of incoherent speech and bipolar like symptoms, only to be ended be a long excruciating labor?

Thanks for being such a great nurturer to our children, and constantly reminding me how to check and see if I'm still breathing.  Hold up... yep, still 48 bpms.  All seriousness aside, I love you approximately 78% more than Romeo loved that one chick he was after, who also happened to have a crazy extended family.  Anybody who acts surprised by that remark, might be the direct recipient.

Anyways, Happy Mother's Day.  We love you (speaking for myself and the children that are believed to be ours).  I hope you don't ever wise up some day and chirp them tires, leaving me and the kiddos to point fingers.  (They always gang up on me.  You can't out ninja Tha Ninja.)  Love you much.

Con besos y pesos (porque ya no tengo dolares... soy pobre, que hago?),

Your breathtakingly sexy husband.


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Monday, April 11

The eye of a tye-gurrrrh

Skittles.Image via WikipediaSo you want to put your game face on today?  You want to roll out in the streets and let everybody know--Imma get mine!  Well that's the way to play it.  If you've got the stones to build some crazy hard-core game plan (while you're staring at yourself in the mirror) and you follow through, you might be a force to reckon with.  Every night before I go to bed I have this brilliant game plan for the next day.  No need to write it down--I tell myself.  This is where we come across a few problems.

First, I must explain the current state of the inorganic power house that runs my body.  I'd say on any given day, I eat more candy than 10 "normal" adults.  I know you may be surprised to hear this, but this doesn't really aid in the stability of my blood sugar level.  I'll be working my butt off then without warning, I start shaking and I get real dizzy.  Of course I don't think--if I could get a decent protein right now it would help me out.  To make matters worse, since the beginning of the year there's always someone around me dieting.  I get 175 calories per meal--they say--I'm doing the HCG diet.  To which I reply--you get?  They say it like it's some kind of privilege to only eat a side items worth of a meal.  This isn't some third world country, this is America.  We are the most obese nation.  I hate to break this to you, but in this country food is privilege.

So why should I care if people want to go on outrageous unhealthy diets?  I don't care, but the more you tell me about it the more my belly growls back at you.  You've got me worried about a food surplus.  So now because you can't do your part in society, I have to eat up an extra 2,000 calories.  That's quite a burden for me.  I've got sores in my mouth that may never heal, because I can't quit shoveling down the candy.  Laugh away, but once you're done with your diet and you're craving something good you'll thank me.

That's right, while you're screwing around with our economy I'm keeping a steady supply and demand.  What if one of these days when I remember that my plan is to eat a little healthier?  Not scared yet?  What if I follow through?  Who's going to keep supply and demand in balance?  Keep laughing, right up until you show up for that late night craving and you can't find your Reese's.  Many stores have already taken away my cinnamon bears, how many more candies have to perish before you people learn?

Your diets don't work.  Eat more candy...
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Sunday, March 6

Milk it for every drop...

I'm extremely exhausted and very frustrated.  I was for sure that I had nailed it.  I knew that I had a very promising niche.  That's what they always tell you too- find your niche.  Basically your niche is either non-competitive, because you're one of the few or the only one that has access or knowledge of whatever idea you're trying to sell; or you have an advantage over your competitors (in my case a massive brain filled with knowledge, keen sarcasm and a modus operandi, that even I don't fully understand yet).  Here's an example for a niche- if you have a third testicle you could be a circus freak (probably in Amsterdam).  I always like to choose niches with virtually no competition, basically because I'm lazy and it allows me to pretend that I'm competing against everyone (great for the ego).  That's why I only race off the line at stop lights, when I'm next to a Subaru, Hybrid, Some idiot sexting away or a rusted piece of crap vehicle.  It is absolutely crucial to not let the person know that you're racing them, just look forward and hold on to that poker face.  You'll win every time guaranteed, unless that Subaru has to cut across 2 lanes to save a stranded cat with a sad look on its face.

So anyways, I was positive that there was little to no competition in my niche:  world domination.  All these idiots these days are so obsessed with terrorism, which clearly has no specific goal other than chaos.  So I decided I'd try out the abandoned art of world domination.  What I've realized is that it's a lot of work, and simply can not be performed from the couch.  So I'm getting ready to throw in the towel.

Finding a niche these days is so difficult, and I can tell the big conglomerates are struggling with it too.  Case in point- I was just deodorant shopping and one of the deodorants advertised that it had 3-D power.  WTF?  How does deodorant have 3-D power?  I didn't see any special glasses included.  So they just make crap up?  I get that you've got a product that is saturated with competitors, but do you really need to make such bold claims that leave us wondering what 3-D power is?  I didn't buy that brand even though I wanted to, mainly cuz I was scared.  You see, I purchase deodorant to deter eye and nose traffic from my armpits, not to start some sick new fetish.  Without a doubt I could produce 20 names (male and female) willing to testify in court that I have, hands down, the sexiest under arms around (rasta hair included).  My wife's been in countless discussions, with gay men, trying to pin down my most masculine features that make me a hot piece of tail.  I think they always get caught up on how I should style my hair.  Eventually they agree to disagree on the hair, but agree on everything else.  Two women could never have that conversation, it would always end up in the wife hiring a P.I. to keep an eye on the other lady, who's so interested in her man.  I think we're missing the point here.  My pits are not my greatest asset, and I don't believe that broadcasting some freakish Avatar production up there is going to change a thing.  Whatever, I guess in search of a niche companies will try to get you to believe anything.

So I show up for the orientation to my next niche.  That's right I'm starting nursing school next week.  That means I'll probably have to change my blog title.  I thought about "the quiet ramblings of a male nurse", but I think I'm going to stick with something more suiting and classy like- "Incoherent Bitchings from an RN".  So anyways I did my research.  First off, nurses are in high demand, which means competition is naturally lower.  Second I speak spanish, which is a necessity in many hospitals here in Colorado.   However the clincher (the golden egg) has to be... roll the drums... gender.  You see, male nurses are in extra need for 2 main reasons.  We can lift more weight and we don't suffer from tourettes and/or other mental and emotional episodes once a month, enabling us to form logical coherent sentences.  To my dismay, other men have caught on too.  So instead of a female to male ratio like 6:1 (as I expected) it looks more like 2.5:1 or 3:1 at best.  So I'll have to niche in even further.  Maybe I'll be a lactation nurse, there can't be that many male lactation nurses.  Besides, when our first child was born I actually listened in the prenatal classes.  So when it came time for breast feeding, I had to push the lactation nurse and my wife's hands out of the way so that I could grab a hold and show them both how it's done.  I have way more experience operating that type of machinery.
Nurse uniform in the 1900's.Image via Wikipedia

All I'm saying is if you have a gift, why not use it?

So, numerous fans, please discourage any and all of your male counterparts and friends from going into nursing.  Tell them it's gay or anything, to keep this niche for me.

Milk it...
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Thursday, February 3

Unemployment- No place for the ADD...

Vocabulary for the day (click the links for wikipedia's version, but you better come right back):

ADHD- Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.  Official medical term for ADD.  Includes 3 types: Inattentive, Hyperactive, or both.

ADD- Attention Deficit Disorder.  Original term, that is after, brain disfunction whatever...  ADD is the term  that gives you street cred.

Problem- An obstacle that hinders achievement, but has a clear an definitive solution.

Dilemma-  An obstacle with no clear answer right or wrong.  Something is sacrificed for something else.  No win-win scenario.  Some answers are righterer and some are wrongerest, but it's really just a total decision game including several factors, variables, and some facts.

The issue:

The difference between people with ADD and normal people is they have fewer problems, but far more dilemmas.  This in itself is both a dilemma and a problem.

Case in point- Problem: DVD player is not working, doesn't eject.

Normal person- Solution: Call repairman or buy new DVD player.
Sony DVD-player opened.Image via Wikipedia
ADD person- Dilemma:  Should I fix this, call a repairman or get a new one or get a Bluray (this dialogue continues through the life of the dilemma).  Completely disassemble DVD player, while grilling steaks and counting down time to go to appointment.  What could I do to soup this up?  Maybe I should just integrate my other DVD player with all the TVs.  Burning smell.  Late.  Runs out the door.  Return later.  Pieces lost.  Still tweaking.  Browse BluRays online.  Enter new dilemma.

The ADD, despite being a serial let down, is always hopeful for the win-win.

So the worst part is that rather than solving the problem and moving on, the ADD jumps from one dilemma to the next.  There's never a solution.  The dilemmas pile up, then an inevitable explosion of expletives.  Even with the latest and greatest pharmaceutical grade Ritalin or Adderall, these dilemmas still occur.  The only difference is they come in slow motion, so you have more time to think.

So what's my dilemma?  I have no income and 24 hours of the day to fill.  If you want to see the list of possible outcomes, that is constantly scrolling through my head, you will need to plug in an external hard drive to download it.  So as you could imagine, it's difficult to accomplish any one thing, while trying to accomplish everything.  That's why the long and short term goal of every individual, with ADD, is world domination (or something else really BIG!).

Just because I can't sit still doesn't mean I'm not listening.  If I am sitting still, chances are...

I'm not listening...
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