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I am moving this upcoming sunday… to La Grange. Close to the city, -k and andy.
I am getting ready to change the look of the site again… it seems to load slowly now, and it feels crowded to me… too much on the page.
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Yesterday, someone I know and love (and am married to) slept in the bathroom. Yes, you heard that right. The BATHROOM! And he wasn’t even drunk! The men are here to fix the rotted termite infested porch of the upstairs apartments, and they are making SO. MUCH. NOISE. (I stole that type of typing. Type of typing from my internet hero ’see dooce.com’ … I like that) Sorry Mike, I have overtaken your website with my nonsense. DEAL. WITH. IT. Tee hee. Anyway, so my better half slept in the guest bathroom, which is the farthest room away from the MEN AND THEIR NOISE! I’m really enjoying using CAPITAL LETTERS! I shall have to use them MORE OFTEN. Nice effect, huh? Yeah, well, if you don’t like it, SUCK IT! I apparently cannot make a cohesive paragraph here and it’s nothing but whatever fleeting thought comes to mind, oh is that a pony? Well, whatever. Goodday sir. Two d’s in goodday? G’day mate. STOP ALREADY.
Back in the world again. Having moved from bonny Scotland back to the shires of England (oxford to be precise), Besloop and I are preparing for Hooligan numero Three. He will be joining us in June and I can’t wait because Mrs Hooligan is eating me out of house and home. Other than that, our new house is too small and we have to move again in order to provide a room for our incoming package. But life is otherwise good. My two other little vandals love it here and are well impressed with the skate park, 2 swimming pools, bmx bumps and better playing area. Keeps them busy fo sure.
Hello to Gimpy by the way. Bad news on the accident, but continue with the strange ranting. I will also be adding some verbage as I think of it, especially with the coming sexlections where I can vote out Tony Blair and get a llama into the house of commons.
Here is picture without the mask, for those of you wondering (as I’m sure you all are).
He he he, at first I was going to say UT had his baby, but I can’t pick on a poor defenseless baby… just a poor defenseless metal-shoulder-plated guy named Gimpy. Don’t be safe, anybody.
Oh, by the way, I crack myself up.
After a week of working, I have now found and put the deposit in on an apartment. It is not in Chicago as most would think, it is actually in LaGrange (suburb directly west of downtown). The commute will actually be shorter by Metra (20 mins) than it would have been by el in the city (45 mins). I will be moving in around May 1.
Someone has a b-day coming up on May 2…
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Hello again all. I just wanted to clear up a few things. For those of you who are visiting this site and don’t know me I am Gimpy aka Patrick M. I have recieved comments asking why I picked that name and why I rant and rave about some very strange things. I choose the name because for the last year i have been recovering from a major accident in which I almost was placed six feet under. Over the course of that recovery time I have had leg braces, splints, and casts. All of those things put together I was very gimpy and slow moving hence the name. As for the ranting and raving, it is about all I have to do between boredom, therapy three times a week for about four hours a day, and not being able to work. Most of the posts have to do with the only thing that seems to happen in my life now, surgeries. To date I have had nine surgeries or procedures done on me in the last year and within a month I hope to be finished with them (for awhile at least) when they remove the plate from my shoulder.
Lastly, I just wanted to clear up the matter of the wishing of safety to all. During this time of recovery I have come to the conclusion that I would not wish any of this on another human being (with the exception of the drunk asshole who screwed up the rest of my life). That is why I’d like to wish everyone to have safe journeys and don’t drink and drive.
Is it bad when one of the highlights of your year is the coming of the last semi major surgery to make normal (or at least as close as I will ever come). In the beginning of May I get to have the plate and eight screws removed from my left clavicle (thats the collarbone, I didn’t know at first either). So then I can get a back rub and not cringe in pain from having my skin pinched in between the plate and the person’s hand. Also I will be able to sleep without the damn think poking my neck. And lets not forget those damn airport and court house metal detectors, people think that I am trying to smugle a gun in my shoulder. I mean damn it if I was going to smugle anything in it would be hiding in my fat rolls or up the arse. Well time for me to go have my one drink and be wasted. Kids don’t drink while on prescription medication. Thats all for me, be safe all.
Though I was reluctant to go back to my old job after the Army… I decided that i would. I started back full time today. All is well so far. A few of my old friends still exist, many are gone, replaced with new people… it has been 2 years.
