July the 6th……..

Up this morning way before I needed to be. I was anxious to see how my stomach was gonna feel….. in particular if I was going to feel up to diving. The night before last, my Bride made up a right fine batch of taco ingredients. The onions seemed especially potent, but aside from that, everything seemed okay. They were certainly delicious~! (enough to have 4 of the messy little rascal’s~! After signing off from you all and catching our fireworks display from off of the pier (it actually lasted 12 minutes and looked like real fireworks this year~!) I went in to catch an episode or two of Will & Grace. As I sat there my belly starting swelling up/bloating and getting real hard. I finally wandered off to bed figuring the onions were getting ready to punish me [or more so Angie]. Good Lord knows I love them, but here lately they aren’t very friendly to me……. I woke up the next morning in agony. Belly was solid/bloated and felt bruised [like I had been kicked in the stomach] I felt a really good ‘passing of gas‘ would have made it feel much better….. but just could not make it happen. Dammit Emmit~! I spent the bulk of the day on the couch praying for a good hearty [let’s just call it what it is] fart……. which never happened…. not to any degree anyway. (that’s why you didn’t see anything from me)…. Angie ate everything I had and she is fine….. so God only knows. Probably some other stupid thing that comes along with getting older….. DAMMIT Emmit~!! Just another one (of a 100) reasons I wish Dad was still around… so I could ask what to expect out of this aging crap……. it sucks~!! Speaking of my D.o.D.,  today is his birthday. After I finally got old enough to have some money left over at the end of a week….. I looked forward to getting him something for special occasions, that I knew he wouldn’t spend money on for himself. Hard headed old fart— spent money like he was a millionaire unless it was something he wanted……. I also enjoyed the ‘fuss‘ he’d make when I actually figured out what he wanted (and got for him) and told me how I shouldn’t have wasted my money–but could see the smile, even as hard as he tried not to smile. Funny….. the memories that pop up…… not FB memories…. the good ones…. buried deep in your brain that come creeping out at just the right time~~~

Anyhow— I got up this morning still tender as hell, but felt like I could probably safely complete a couple of dives. I did eat a good breakfast….. I made a couple of dives, humped tanks at the end of the dives and delivered gear bags back to the shop. I didn’t feel as good as I usually do….. but I made it through the day and don’t feel any worse for wear…… but if you hear a loud tearing of underwear and bedsheets tonight and catch the feintest whiff of methane……. just know I’m smiling like hell~!

(Vera – eel warning)  😉

Happy Birthday Dad~

Good Night Y’all / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / Thankx for stopping~!


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Born in Germany as an Army brat - I moved permanently to the United States about the time I was ready to start school - Dad put to me to work when I turned 13 tearing off roofs and packing shingles.. I did that, DE tasseled corn and bucked hay all the way through high school. After graduation, moved down South for a year or so trying to figure what I wanted to do. Finally came home and joined the Air Force serving almost 5 years - which included a 3 year tour in Germany, where I met my Queen. Came home and started working as a roofer. Economy went to crap and I knew I would not be able to support my growing family the way I wanted to, so I pestered the HR department at General Electric until they hired me. A very quick almost 34 years, 4 Daughters and 9 Grandkids later - here I am .... waiting as patiently as I can, to start the next chapter of our life - romping around in the Caribbean Sea checking out the various islands that we have not been to yet. Holy $hit what a ride~!!!! ;-)

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