tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125545842011-11-27T16:38:20.244-08:00I don't really know what I'm doing...Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comBlogger1151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-54623090315066509522010-10-17T22:54:00.000-07:002010-10-17T22:54:03.849-07:00

Okay, let's just start off with stating that all shit of recent posts is in the past now. Done. Over. Not playing this shit any more. It's time to get back to nominal levels of family chaos. Namely, Anvil Jr. is a little shit. He's 10 yrs old and in "the age of injustice" where nothing is fair and everything is wrong and against you. While outward expressions are softer and more caring

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-72588044959496517852010-10-06T21:57:00.001-07:002010-10-06T21:57:53.511-07:00

That is all for now...

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-21388718747009166032010-09-29T17:43:00.000-07:002010-09-30T19:26:40.384-07:00

We've been friends for over 15 years now. We've always been close. We've always known that there's a shoulder to lean on, such that I even bore the brunt of pulling you through your suicidal upheaval. Our children were born on the same year and have spent a better part of their earlier years growing up together. No matter how short or how long the time of separation, "hello's" always started

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-65721578642552213732010-06-10T20:25:00.000-07:002010-07-01T23:47:27.404-07:00

Fortunately the "C" word isn't a factor here... All joking aside, this isn't about vulgar references. It's about the fact that Mrs.Anvil's doctor called today to inform her that the results are in for the biopsy of both the growth and enlargement of the main duct of her right nipple shaft (both of which have been removed). The results show that despite all discomfort pain and swelling

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-86864875116579160152010-06-07T14:19:00.000-07:002010-06-10T20:27:33.808-07:00

Well the day has come. This morning I took Mrs.Anvil to the hospital to have her breast biopsy. Long story short, because I'm tiered and still have stuff to do... After a couple hours of prep, including an ultrasound, mammogram, insertion of a guide wire, and a fair amount of waiting & reading magazines, Mrs.Anvil went under the knife. It involved removing the growth and the main duct to her

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-84166479486555354102010-06-06T08:52:00.000-07:002010-06-07T17:49:37.605-07:00

A few weeks back, Jr. took to taking the sunflower seeds out of a birdseed sack to plant them in individual cups. Fun stuff, and a productive project. However, this resulted in a bag of seed being left out on the floor in the garage, to which an opportunistic mouse wriggled it's way through the garage door and proceeded to setup camp. About a week after the beginning of the sunflower project,

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-87536640219086660442010-05-27T20:21:00.000-07:002010-05-27T20:22:42.448-07:00

"Keeping it real" has now become cliche, but I have to say that I feel it still remains the subconscious mantra for those who get it. I think Mrs.Anvil is starting to really "get it". For what I know and understand of her, I don't think she's ever truly kept it real with regards to herself. She has known this for a really long time but she recently reached the crashing point that has forced

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-89150313587603348292010-05-18T21:52:00.000-07:002010-05-18T21:57:04.552-07:00

We had a great weekend as a family together. We went to see family and celebrate a local "alien encounter". It involves a notable 1950's sighting and an annual memorial of the event in small-town-style parade. It's definitely a weird, goofy, and light-hearted little trip into spectacle. I won't go into the particulars, but we had a great time having fun and seeing family. At the end of it

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-75161888681658684322010-05-08T20:15:00.000-07:002010-05-10T07:49:50.828-07:00

Hang on tight... So I get out of work - happy to be heading home - and I run off to the store to grab some IPA (because it's my "Friday"). I move through the crowded isles, careful to make my path through the slowness without getting in anyone's way. I grab said IPA and head over to the self-checkout. There's a line. I initially note that the people I see have only few items, and I take my

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-86908455731193794302010-05-04T15:20:00.001-07:002010-05-04T15:20:40.721-07:00

the cuthulu tree by ~redmingum on deviantART

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-50835373462656301522010-05-01T17:36:00.000-07:002010-05-02T09:34:41.623-07:00

So, something I haven't really posted much about are Jr's reoccurring headaches. We've brought it up with a number of different doctors, especially noting the fact that he had a concussion when he was a baby. I kept telling everyone that, to this day, I still see a slight difference in pupil size/reflex from left eye to right (he's almost 10yrs old now). Noteworthy, being that Jr. always says

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-34167792411072253652010-04-22T21:54:00.000-07:002010-05-13T22:01:23.730-07:00

So I get this escalation ticket for this guy who doesn't feel like he's getting answers to why his internet speed keeps tanking after being on for approximately 12 hours. I talked to the last rep who spoke with the customer and found fairly quickly that he's one of these types (and there's a good number of them) who will typically jump straight into a call with some blab about how they're "an

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-16560838740790532042010-04-22T10:06:00.000-07:002010-04-22T10:07:42.091-07:00

Okay, so on Monday Mrs.Anvil had a sample taken from the mass in her right breast. The doctor who took the sample said that it's some sort of non-cancerous fibroid and not cause for too much alarm. He recommended that she have it checked for growth in six months. We found that somewhat relieving, yet still borne in mystery. Granted, this was a preliminary opinion (sample needs to be tested).

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-67931342436870091542010-04-18T20:57:00.000-07:002010-04-18T20:58:12.184-07:00

Exploratory on Mrs.Anvil's right duct is tomorrow morning...  and then more waiting.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-39493388901082872672010-04-17T19:05:00.000-07:002010-04-17T19:05:04.849-07:00

At work with nothing going on... It's Saturday and I'm tentatively the new Saturday Lead here in the call center (soon to be official as I am told).  It's absolutely dead here, and I decided to stay late in case things got crazy being as how there's a UFC fight on Pay-Per-View tonight.  I'm amazed to find that we aren't getting slammed with calls from drunken 'roid-raging ass-hats. But it's

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-51206234346172128712010-04-14T13:31:00.000-07:002010-04-14T13:32:43.635-07:00

After experiencing a couple days of severe sandpaper-like sensitivity and deep tissue pain in her right breast, Mrs.Anvil saw a doctor.  The doctor was very concerned about the possibility of Fibrocystic Breast Disease and had her setup for a mammogram, which she went to yesterday. They found a lump. It was deep - deeper than a self exam would have revealed - and they were also concerned about

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-7977600164392384802010-04-05T23:56:00.000-07:002010-04-05T23:56:45.973-07:00

I guess an update is in order... Honestly, I really don't know how to sum things up (perhaps it would help if I posted more often with some specifics). Things seem... okay. Really, it's pretty up and down here. Overall, things are as good as can be expected. But I keep getting things from Mrs.Anvil that tell me that she just doesn't grasp the general problem(s). Earlier this evening, some

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-72017718405454801292010-03-27T16:16:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:16:36.208-07:00

"Tech Support - This is Anvil" "Hey Anvil, this is Bubbles in Customer Care. I've got a customer on the phone who wants to know when the Hornets/Blazer game is on." "Ummmm... that's hockey, right?" *laughter* Seriously people, what the fuck. Just because a company provides television service doesn't mean that they are also your all-knowing database of everything on TV. That's what

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-55100096958610596202010-03-24T20:05:00.000-07:002010-03-24T20:05:50.625-07:00

Well, things have been nice here - being able to bask in solitude for a while. Admittedly, I miss my wife & son and look forward to their return from their Spring Break hiatus. I'm also getting my groove back at work - the tight chest wanting to cave in, and other nervous symptoms, diminishing. However, I'm bothered (and ironically rather emboldened) by something I found out yesterday... I am

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-2920722200141569722010-03-22T02:11:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:55:47.427-07:00

I was just sitting here looking over my last post (yeah - a bit narcissistic, but what form of blogging isn't - at least a little), and all I can think about is what a sanctimonious twat I sound like sometimes. I mean, if I didn't know me and just stumbled upon this blog and read some of these posts, I'd be thinking that this tool is just making shit up to sound superior and get attention. The

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-29335725931861175462010-03-21T17:54:00.000-07:002010-03-21T17:58:19.410-07:00

Solitude is something that I have always needed and valued, yet get very little of in my life these days... par for the course with having a family. However, this week I am a "bachelor". It's Spring break, and Mrs.Anvil has taken off with Jr. to see family. It's not born of anger or upset - in fact, if I didn't have to work I probably would have gone as well. In the end though, we are all

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-60171962455593814442010-03-19T16:25:00.000-07:002010-03-25T22:00:57.093-07:00

Fucking-A - Where does one start? I almost left my wife two weeks ago...  To go into all of the details as to why would be an overwhelming undertaking, but long 'n short is that I was forced to realize that I am not Superman, and I need to take my limits seriously.  I am certainly no picture of perfection, by any means.  Similarly, neither is Mrs.Anvil, but I don't have her extreme anxiety

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-7722436969902376572010-03-12T10:07:00.001-08:002010-03-12T10:09:44.146-08:00

Okay, the comments are "fixed" so to speak. I ended up finally upgrading to the current Blogger layout, essentially shotgunning my old template. This is a reasonable facsimile of my former blog (the alternatives looked like a nightmare).Anyway...

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-18404048099958262432010-03-10T18:03:00.001-08:002010-03-10T18:06:01.139-08:00

OMFG - My comments are b0rked!!Grrrr...

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-15050520806668710712010-03-08T10:53:00.000-08:002010-03-12T14:39:37.408-08:00

Yeah, I'm still here - fell off my blog again (more on that later). I wasn't really intending this to be my return post, but here it is anyway... It's always been arguable that I can be a massive dick, such that I've never had issue with being up front about it. But despite my occasional dickishness, I've never been able to accept any notion that I am the, or even one of, most horrible person

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-55068718486697781052009-08-25T13:02:00.000-07:002010-03-13T02:00:44.513-08:00

Co-workers are not above being retarded. We work in a call center, so why - OMFGBBQ-shoot-me-now-WHY - do people just waltz up to me and start jabbering in my ear, as if I'm not on a call?!! HEY!! I'm on a fucking call you idiot. What is it that is throwing you off here? Did you assume that I was sitting here doing nothing, or was it that you thought I was going simply drop everything (

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-31857147728743241172009-08-24T15:06:00.001-07:002010-03-12T14:40:39.329-08:00

I was watching the Today show this morning (it's my Sunday), and they had someone on talking about TIME.com's 50 Best Websites of 2009. One of the first websites they mentioned was SuperCook.com. This place is awesome. You basically tell it what you've got for ingredients, and it does this search around all of the major cooking sites and comes up with any thing that you can make with what you've

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-54988496671431278842009-08-22T15:18:00.001-07:002010-04-24T16:14:31.939-07:00

"Thanks for calling tech support. This is Anvil, how may I help you?" "Hey there Anvil, this is ****. I'm a customer of yours." This one always amuses me - the obligatory announcement that the caller is also a "customer". As if it were common place for people to frequent tech support lines for services or products they don't subscribe to or own. Not a big deal, but quirky none the less. "

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-79047557665031701572009-08-22T11:51:00.000-07:002010-03-12T14:41:13.269-08:00

I'm at work right now - oh joy - and I get an IM from my wife stating that she is tired of Jr. fighting her on everything. She wanted to go out today to get school supplies and he apparently refused to go. Ummm... yeah - that's simply not acceptable. See, part of the problem is that she has never been consistently firm enough with him. Now he's at an age where she cannot contain him, say

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-35098752410012963662009-08-21T12:06:00.001-07:002010-03-12T14:41:28.762-08:00

This happened a few weeks ago, but I hand't confirmed it until recently. We went out of town to visit friends, and I took my laptop with me. To my dismay, it wouldn't power up while we were there, but I suspected that I knew what the problem was. Several months ago, the power connector broke. So I had cracked it open and soldered the power cord directly to the motherboard. The battery

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-61770696914144175332009-08-19T16:30:00.000-07:002010-03-12T14:41:58.686-08:00

I had the joy of having a completely new experience today. Not realizing that I was home, our friend & neighbor "H" came by to pick up his daughter (she and Jr were playing) to go for a ride on his Harley. But finding that I was available, he promptly stuck out his lower lip, looked aimlessly at the ceiling and popped out... "Well shit dude, I've got the Shadow in the garage too... Wanna go twist

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-89094416262950611612009-08-17T15:58:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:18:22.778-07:00

Let me be clear about something - Mac's are great. Just like PC's they have their strong suits. Primarily, they are great, use straight-out-of-the-box, low maintenance, personal computers (yes, it's still a PC). Because they never really hit the corporate networking market, they remain - for the most part - outside of the virus target area. By sacrificing some customability, they gain a ton of

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-33933920505582805792009-08-14T18:02:00.000-07:002010-03-12T14:42:41.658-08:00

I don't blog just go hooray-for-me or spew my own bile. I like reading other people's blogs - providing that they have something interesting to say. So there's that nifty "Next Blog>>" button that you can use to randomly surf other blogs. Perfect!! NOT. After pressing that button a few zillion times, I have determined a couple things... There must be only about 3-4 dozen blogs out there in

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-61017740124519117072009-08-14T11:07:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:25:47.099-07:00

I wasn't going to post again today, but really. Can someone explain where logic was lost on this one? "Thanks for calling Tech Support, this is Anvil. How can I help you today?" "My Outlook's not working." This is where I pause for dramatic effect, in hopes that the caller will get some inkling of the fact that his statement is completely oblique and devoid of any detail that might allow me to

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-13502195268030686752009-08-14T09:33:00.001-07:002010-03-19T17:56:15.739-07:00

We're in financial trouble because my wife's boss cut her down to two days per week. Bad enough that I have to go back to asking my father for help so that we can make rent. I'm stressed about it. My wife is stressed about it to the point that she's fighting her anxiety and feelings of hopelessness. She tells me the other day - directly - that she's worried about money. So what did she do about

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-82845593331018010452009-08-13T14:59:00.001-07:002010-03-12T14:43:30.727-08:00

see more Fail Blog

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-45888674836599105682009-08-11T15:50:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:29:31.234-07:00

Okay granted, I'm not in the best of moods. But, while I'm not my cheerful upbeat self, I'm not unduly taking it out on anyone. Maybe it's my currently weak voice - I dunno. I just don't seem to be carrying the same level of command-presence over the phone today. "See, my folks would rather use their answering machine, as opposed to using your voicemail service." "No problem. We can either

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-74282552417279183102009-08-01T15:22:00.000-07:002010-04-24T17:04:41.970-07:00

First of all, the second I answered the phone, this guy just starts gibbering madly in an attempt to use technical jargan that he doesn't understand. I finally get him to stop playing electronics expert and get down to what the root issue is... "I'm getting no communication for cable." "I'm sorry, you mean you're not getting a picture?" "Yeah, the channels aren't communicating to my TV-" "Are

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-76269680132842295072009-07-31T16:00:00.001-07:002010-03-12T15:32:58.292-08:00

Yup, it's getting worse. Mrs. Anvil had to go home from work early because she can't stay off the toilet. Doc says that, if it keeps up by Monday, she should come in for blood work because it might be a bacterial infection. Great. More co-pays, and more expensive tests. We can't pay our fucking bills as it is now.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-72530279338530801112009-07-30T15:50:00.000-07:002010-03-12T15:33:14.752-08:00

Anxiety is a horrible thing. Whether it's over a legitimate concern(s), or an unexplainable overwhelming feeling that the world is going to come crashing down around you, it can be enough to drive you over the edge of insanity. Your mind jumps on overdrive from thing to thing, you can't focus on reality, your heart races, you get a tightness in your chest, your hands go cold and clammy, and you

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-36756681347511756252009-07-29T17:33:00.000-07:002010-03-12T15:33:35.292-08:00

One thing I haven't posted about is that I recently got a scooter for my daily commute. Freakin' awesome mileage and thereby an excellently small carb footprint. But here's something I could REALLY get into. Courtesy of AutoBlog This now begs the question, would Gilligan drive the car, or try to smoke it? God I'm a prick...

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-842329875011293582009-07-28T14:19:00.000-07:002010-04-24T17:05:36.678-07:00

"Tech Support, this is Anvil. How can I help you?" "Yeah Anvil, I've been havin' trouble. My remote doesn't seem to be workin' right..." "Okay, have you tried changing the batteries?" "Well, no... It was workin' just yesterday..."No shit. Did you expect some sort of message to pop up on your TV saying that the batteries are low and the remote will stop working tomorrow? "Of course sir. I just

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-33786536048806580312009-07-28T09:46:00.000-07:002010-03-12T15:34:16.200-08:00

Well, that all takes the cake. We are in financial trouble again. Mrs. Anvil has been laid up with the flu and has missed over a week of work, which has pretty much screwed us for rent this month. Today, she managed to make it in to work only to be informed that her days are being cut down to TWO DAYS PER WEEK. Mrs. Anvil is a basket case. Her boss was caring enough to let her know that she

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-70915591508085935822009-07-27T18:05:00.000-07:002010-03-12T15:34:31.752-08:00

Holy crap people. Do you have any idea how hard it is to understand someone who talks a million miles per minute AND MUMBLES?!! Fucking-A. I do not have a bionic voice processor in my ear to help me understand chipmunks, and it's twice as difficult to understand a speed-talker when I have to jack the volume up on my phone just so I can barely hear them. As as general rule folks. When you

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-72073492519485671152009-07-27T17:46:00.000-07:002009-07-27T17:51:54.987-07:00

Okay, I'm better now. I just needed to get that venom out of my mouth.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-43837221079732234182009-07-27T10:10:00.001-07:002009-07-27T10:23:31.403-07:00

What the hell do you do when you want to start blogging again but you are so disgusted with the things in your life that you want to throw up every time you think about it? I'm about ready to spit fucking acid right now.This sounds horrible, but I've gone on for so fucking long...I'm tired of being married to a person who acts like a spineless teenager. I'm sick of all the pathetic self-pity.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-9348938468615460292009-07-24T12:14:00.000-07:002010-04-24T17:06:54.270-07:00

You were watching your favorite show, when suddenly the picture breaks up like a skipping DVD. Maybe it's been going on for a few days, weeks, months... who knows. You've had it. You pay a lot for your service, and it's not working right. You're pissed. "Thanks for calling Tech Support. This is Anvil, how can I help you?" "Yeah, you can explain to me how it is I pay so much for this crappy

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-31937000539298748732009-07-23T10:52:00.006-07:002010-03-08T15:44:58.433-08:00

I am not better than you, and you are not better than me. BUT WE ARE NOT EQUAL. You have a problem, and I am your gateway to the solution.DO NOT FUCK WITH ME.I do not expect you to know what I know. I do not think that you are stupid for not knowing what I know. I don't even expect you to know what your problem is. I do not expect you to be happy. I do not expect you to understand everything I

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-88010470681363187292006-12-31T10:42:00.001-08:002009-07-22T10:47:27.110-07:00

There was never any question that we weren’t going to be instantly wealthy. We’re still at the snow & ice entrenched foothills of the mountain range, so to speak. Both my partner and I are scraping together incoming checks to get the bills paid. We’ve got more work than we know what to do with, there’s more than enough drive, there’s never enough hours in the day, and it’s a struggle

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-55292588062990454182006-12-15T10:41:00.001-08:002009-07-22T10:46:13.927-07:00

Boy, a lot has been happening.Current Events: Today was my last day at my regular job. My friends gave me a nice send-off.Lil’Anvil has been acting out with some of his worst behavior ever, mostly because of not knowing what to do with all of his sad/mad feelings about everything that’s happening (he’s having an understandably hard time). The truck is ready to be picked up in the

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-8831758567571832212006-12-11T10:37:00.000-08:002009-07-22T10:38:14.967-07:00

There is simply very little about packing that is cool. Nice, if you’re looking forward to your new digs, but the packing part still sucks more or less. We are currently approaching that stage where we could keep packing, but we’d be packing all of the stuff we need to get by for the next few days. So, things are progressing smoothly I guess. We’re getting antsy.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1104321566424453102006-12-06T10:36:00.000-08:002009-07-22T10:37:30.799-07:00

The utilities are all aranged, and I’ve reserved a U-Haul. It’s on. We had a near miss with the gas. The previous owner had the gas set to shut off last Monday. We’re getting it back on Thursday, but I had to spend an hour or so tag-teaming the phone lines between the woman at the gas co. and my landlord in order to get everything squared away before 5:00pm yesterday. We would have

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-26174888599807263832006-12-05T10:34:00.001-08:002009-07-22T19:14:20.678-07:00

Well, last Friday we went to Bend for the weekend to go look at the last house for rent I posted about. It’s a modern split-style ranch - master bedroom on one side, 3 other bedrooms on the other. About 1850sqr. ft. with a cathedral vaulted ceiling, it also sports a fully loaded kitchen with gas range and overhead nuker. It’s beyond question the nicest house any of us will have ever lived in,

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-35981913174081539622006-12-05T10:31:00.000-08:002009-07-22T10:34:39.056-07:00

A lot has been going on recently. Yesterday, Mrs. Anvil found a house for rent online and got in touch with the landlord. It was an 1800′, 3 bedroom, 2 bath ranch for $1150/mo. with much of what we were looking for. On top of that, he bases his application approval on just meeting the people – no credit check, no income history check. Turned out that as MrsFist was calling the guy back to make

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-82958012042153676622006-09-25T15:07:00.002-07:002010-03-23T08:12:59.882-07:00

Well my laptop arrived today... by means of my wife pulling up beside me and my co-worker as we were on our lunchtime walk! Strange enough that she would appear there like that, but also that she would have an MP3 player for me as well! Huh? Yeah a spanky-new MP3 player that came in a bright red box with my company's name emblazoned across the front... Oh yeah, "employee-appreciation week". Yes

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-89661117795951161142006-09-19T13:48:00.002-07:002010-03-23T08:15:06.129-07:00

My laptop shipped yesterday evening. They estimate it will be here Monday... next week. Drat - I was hoping to get it sooner.I know. I'm an impatient twit.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-17126167607532502462006-06-19T12:48:00.000-07:002010-03-23T08:17:51.821-07:00

Hello hello, we're back. We got back yesterday late afternoon in record time. The whole camping trip was great start to finish. Mrs Anvil and I mused that it was the smoothest trip we've had yet. Anyway it's a busy day, we're wrapping up the last of the birthday celebrating - Jr gets his last present today (a PlayStation1), and I'm shirking off work duties today to attend to this stuff. So

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-88576378325644043332006-06-15T11:03:00.001-07:002010-03-23T08:19:52.078-07:00

Pulled randomly from Buddha's Little Instruction Book.What has been long neglected cannot be restored immediately. Fruit falls from the tree when it is ripe. The way cannot be forced.I'm outta here soon. Have a good weekend y'alls.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-5151373876427086312006-06-14T09:45:00.001-07:002010-03-25T21:27:50.550-07:00

I've got nuthin' today. We're getting ready to go camping (leaving tomorrow), and that's all I've got on my mind. So fo the time being, I leave you with a picture of a duck with an afro.

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-29045304998708550942006-06-13T20:56:00.001-07:002010-03-25T21:29:22.605-07:00

As a parent, you think about those things that may come - those situations, moments, things you'll say, what they'll do. I think about those times. I think about the things I'll say to my son, whatever the situation might be. I think about the things I want him to learn and what I hope he'll take with him from his experiences. Those times don't often happen in the way a parent thinks about

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-25265891972981998772006-06-13T14:40:00.002-07:002010-03-25T21:30:35.788-07:00

Well, we celebrated Jr's 6th birthday this weekend. His birthday isn't actually until next Saturday, but we'll be camping. So, that was all well and good but this isn't about the party. It's about the girl my son is "going to marry someday". Those who have been paying attention might think that I'm speaking of the cute little blonde that lives across from his grandparent's house. Not so...

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-27789272744523140182006-06-01T11:04:00.002-07:002010-04-24T17:35:03.896-07:00

People really get me sometimes, in how self-absorbed they can get. Not in a bad sense necessarily, but just for the sake that people can get so worked up about something that they apparently assume that everyone else is interested, or even paying attention. A friend stopped by yesterday. She - we'll just call her O - came in exhilarated over something she just got. She showed it to Mrs Anvil

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-11203912754425008442006-05-30T10:18:00.002-07:002010-04-24T17:12:53.493-07:00

You may recall my earlier post about Ben & Chin and their aquatic adventures. Well, things have taken strange turns since then... Ben & Chin have had a few visitors, so to speak. After Ben's exploits in advanced land-diving, the pair had a less eventful two weeks of bonding and settling in. They had been doing very well, and Jr had earned enough good-behavior points, so we decided that it was

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-18606788802311573172006-05-17T08:40:00.001-07:002010-04-24T17:15:06.601-07:00

Have you ever had a moment (or object) from you childhood resurface in your mind, such that you want to recapture it? In my case, it's a movie. In the early 1970's "Frankenstein: The True Story" was aired on TV in two segments. It was a sort of gothic-horror/psychological-thriller that followed in the spirit of Mary Shelly's novel more than past films. Like the fact that the monster was

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-57084721490643715712006-05-15T09:09:00.001-07:002010-04-24T17:16:58.702-07:00

You don't know the guy so you just have to picture - Imagine someone who is one of the coolest, nicest, most genuine, most clever, resourceful, most thoughtful and just down right greatest people you know. That's the kind of guy my manager is. His dog Silvia was hit by a car late last Thursday night. She didn't make it. He lost her in surgery. He showed up at work on Friday somewhere

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-89867883650911513732006-05-01T08:51:00.003-07:002010-04-24T17:28:15.622-07:00

Jr recently became a keeper of fish. He worked really hard at earning good behavior points, and now he has a ten gallon tank with two goldfish. Though not the original two - our first pair were smaller and got the ick in the first couple weeks. They were named Ben and Chin. They were young feeders. One was full gold (Chin), and the other was white with a red cap (Ben). The new fish are also

Anvilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14595207598716913305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1146288872765902332006-04-28T22:33:00.000-07:002006-04-28T22:34:32.780-07:00

I've been thinking about my father a lot lately. I may post something about it soon. I dunno.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1146240306873733102006-04-28T08:54:00.002-07:002009-07-22T19:44:47.063-07:00

On to things that actually matter.One thing that has kept me pretty busy lately would be the fact that Mrs Anvil threw her back out Easter morning. We aren't religious, nor do we indulge in big family things for the holidays, but we did decide that it would be fun to have her dad and step mom over for brunch. So, Sunday morning, we're in the kitchen making preparations and Mrs Anvil is getting

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1141768947881179512006-03-07T13:40:00.001-08:002009-07-23T12:29:40.262-07:00

I'm not really here nor there I guess...I've been doing a ton of random blog lurking. Mostly lurking because I find it too easy to take posts or personallities out of context, and I'm just getting to know many of the blogs I've been frequenting lately. I've been noticing something.In reading the blogs of so many different people, I've come to realize that I've been pretty trite lately. Not to

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1141598386218289212006-03-05T14:37:00.000-08:002006-03-05T14:39:46.280-08:00

Made a dent in the garage today. That was good, but I've still got so much shit to go through - mostly camping stuff. Now I'm tired and thinking of a beer.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1141320924816593152006-03-02T09:32:00.001-08:002009-07-22T19:43:25.568-07:00

Mrs Anvil and I have a date to watch the extended version of The Fellowship of The Ring. I don't know why I'm so excited about it.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1141016290731424002006-02-26T20:28:00.001-08:002009-07-22T19:41:33.572-07:00

Well, Jr's back home again. He had a fantastic time with the gp's. They played Bingo, watched a dvd or two, and he played with the little girl who lives across the street. They've been the best once-in-a-while friends I've ever seen. But being that she lives across from the gp's, and not us, they don't get to see each other all the time. You should have seen them when they first met - they

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1140881909074205612006-02-25T07:27:00.001-08:002009-07-22T19:42:19.726-07:00

Yeeechh - It's finally happened. I'm disgustingly sick.Jr and Mrs Anvil have been playing musical colds sinse the boy went back to school after Winter Break. It wasn't long before we discovered that the kids at school have been dropping like flies. After suffering multiple ear infections, the two of them are coming out of it. Of course, now I'm sick. I've been having occasional twinges in my

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1140634363544246192006-02-22T10:24:00.000-08:002006-02-22T10:52:43.593-08:00

I already had a good deal of knowledge regarding scenes that had been omitted from the Star Wars movies, but never before have I seen so much material in such a complete collection. It really is something to see. Thanks to Cynical-C for finding it!!Star Wars Deleted Material

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1140587522256010392006-02-21T21:43:00.000-08:002006-02-22T09:29:21.256-08:00

I think I'm gonna quit drinking coffee. Not for the sake of jitteriness or irritabilitiy. It makes my hands and feet sweat unbelievably - to the point that if I put my palm down on a counter or something, when I lift my hand there will be a thick handprint-shapped layer of condeNsation. My extremities are already prone to perspire a lot, but this is rediculous. I tried cutting back, which

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1140462885707176232006-02-20T11:11:00.000-08:002006-02-20T11:14:45.726-08:00

Dag-nabit I busted a @#%$ nail!! I wouldn't normally give this much thought, but not only did I lose half of it, I also jammed the crap out of my finger in the proccess. Plus, when you've got manly fingernails like mine, they don't break quietly.I'm just now starting to get the feeling back in the tip of my middle finger.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1138494913110068452006-01-28T16:29:00.000-08:002006-01-28T16:35:13.133-08:00

So, I overhauled my pc a few days ago. Things are nice and clean, and running smootly. Plus, I got Battlefield 1942 running again!! I had some sort of issue where it would crash to the desktop after the logo flashed - which drove a lot of why I gave my pc the big flush.Wheeee!! I can play online!!

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1138290309524469752006-01-26T07:42:00.000-08:002006-01-26T07:45:09.560-08:00

Jeeze, I heard Ring of Fire on the radio this morning. Now it's stuck in my head...It burns, burns, burns...Yeah, like a branding iron on my brain. I like the song, but not hundreds of times in sucsession.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1137694896643049452006-01-19T10:19:00.002-08:002009-07-23T12:28:57.426-07:00

If you are able to maintain your composure where others are losing theirs, it's probably something that you don't understand.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1136688479872369432006-01-07T18:36:00.001-08:002009-07-23T12:29:08.846-07:00

My friend at work and I were joking around about silly Star Wars stuff the other day. We were getting pretty gregarious when pompous man burst in saying, "You guys are having way too much fun in here!"I quip back, "Well, we were." I wasn't outward, but I made little effort to hide behind sarcasm. I did feel a little bad... but not much.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1136610726817918542006-01-06T21:06:00.000-08:002006-01-06T21:12:06.816-08:00

Well, come Tuesday, we will be cable TV & internet active...Things are moving along rather rapidly. It's now quite likely that we'll drop our regular phone and pick up Digital Voice. We'll save about $20/month on long distance.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1136586057432272682006-01-06T14:10:00.000-08:002006-01-06T14:37:53.910-08:00

GAH!! I finally got those stupid links to look the way I wanted them to without writing a bunch of redundant tags. Stupid me was using the wrong color code. :PAt some point I'll actually put something in the "About" page.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1136485967023558162006-01-05T10:13:00.002-08:002009-07-23T12:29:23.379-07:00

Some interesting things have been developing this week...Mrs Anvil's best childhood friend (BCF) is an aspiring entrepreneur. She’s been very successful in both academic and professional aspects, and in her latest endeavor she is starting up a real-estate agency. Of course, she can’t run the whole show by herself and needs people to get things done for her. The long’n’short being that BCF

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1136394952424357702006-01-04T09:12:00.000-08:002006-01-04T09:16:53.926-08:00

I've found a gem of a website. Maybe you've seen it - It's JerryTimeYou'll just have to go look for yourselves...

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1136312213377003452006-01-03T09:56:00.001-08:002009-07-22T19:39:59.627-07:00

2006 brings some changes. The first and most obvious being the new banner I cooked up. This is the first of a few changes I'm thinking about - we'll see what shakes out. Second, Mrs Anvil and I tackled the nuclear testing ground that our bedroom had become over the Fall. Aside from general clean-up, we rearranged the dressers and moved some shelves to the spare room where they can be more

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1133580611180641242005-12-02T19:23:00.000-08:002005-12-02T19:30:11.203-08:00

I don't know what it is, but I'm really craving a good zombie shoot'em'up game (a good movie might do). I just love zombies for some reason - they're so insane in concept. I don't really want to see a bunch of gore. I want to dig into the whole creep factor of being mindlessly stalked - there's something horrifyingly, cinematically, creeeeepily cool about it... I dunno.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1133301062335043282005-11-29T13:11:00.000-08:002005-11-29T13:51:02.643-08:00

Hrmmmmm... I've got nuthin'.Work is keeping me busy. Too bad I'm starting to really get tired of this place. I have what would be a pretty cool job... if you can discount the fact that I don't really care for the way I'm being utilized, on a project that is entering the realm of pointlessness. In short, I work on something that was primarily designed for modularity. In the field, it equates

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1129219173286207802005-10-13T08:59:00.000-07:002005-10-13T09:04:56.220-07:00

Strength and justice are the product of a steady heart.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1128399608173518662005-10-03T21:09:00.000-07:002007-10-31T19:21:37.032-07:00

Yeah, life has been busy, and chaotic, and difficult, and *sigh* everything. I don't want to make it sound so bad - it's just life's crap. It just seems to hit us in spades sometimes. Ultimately, I'm losing time for blogging, and I need a break anyway. I'm not gone, but this is gonna be my last regular post for a little while. I'm sure I'll spout off randomly time time to time.Anyhoo, chins

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1128106212191593902005-09-30T11:43:00.000-07:002005-09-30T11:50:12.200-07:00

BUT NOT IN MY FREAKIN' LAB!!Yes there is water falling from the ceiling. Fortunately it hasn't reached our lab yet, but you can see that the path is heading towards us. There are people in the adjacent lab (same room basically) cleaning water from the floor and replaceing ceiling tiles. Yikes

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1127770083568675732005-09-26T14:14:00.000-07:002005-09-27T08:17:03.186-07:00

Our darling son has told us that he wishes to emulate an immature, anger & jealousy driven, egotistical, ruthlessly murderous, bigoted, power hungry, monster of a man."I want to be a Star Wars guy. I want to be Darth Vader!"Oh, how lovely. *snicker*He was, of course, talking about what he wants to be for Halloween. I am simultaneously surprised, yet not surprised. It would also seem, from

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1127003937308522872005-09-17T17:38:00.000-07:002005-09-17T17:38:57.310-07:00

I've just got nuthin. No enthusiasm, motivation, interest. :P

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1126722046091849192005-09-14T11:12:00.000-07:002007-10-31T19:20:53.051-07:00

I've never been injured so ofetn in such a short period of time. Excuse my mucked up typing. I hit my han with a hammer at work yedterday anf now my left indez finger isd b0orked. Not broken, but impacted and sprained, much like what I did to my thumb. However, this is much more incapacitating. The rest of my hand is perfectr fine, but using my other fingers still tends to make it hurt. I

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1125762585182386802005-09-03T08:49:00.001-07:002009-07-22T19:34:12.801-07:00

It's not quite 9:00am. Jr is running around the house for... some reason. He's a full-power child. None of this sublight, auxiliary, 1/4 power stuff. When he's on, he's ON. Of course this is somewhat exagerated in my mind because I haven't really shook the cobwebs out yet... more coffee.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1125349733865360712005-08-29T13:57:00.001-07:002009-07-23T15:32:36.281-07:00

I rebuilt my Busted PC over the weekend. Now I've got a zippier PC than before, and I can get my groove on with some good vids. Only now, I realise that I've lost half of my game images, and I'm stuck at a point in Knights of The Old Republic (one of the couple games that I can play right now) that I'm finding nearly impossible to get past......and now my Jr's PC is going kaput.My cup spilleth

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1125332775872178082005-08-29T08:56:00.002-07:002009-07-23T12:28:10.038-07:00

Well, it happened. The weather folk hedged at the thought of saying it, but it happened anyway. It rained. Finally, after yo-yo'ing for weeks in the upper 80's and 90's, rain touched ground early this morning. Shoot, I left my drill outside.Oh well, hooray for rain! It smells good, it feels good, it makes green things look good. I just can't not like the rain (check back after three straight

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1125001124964268982005-08-25T13:05:00.001-07:002009-07-23T12:28:23.333-07:00

I think cricket put it best in the first couple of paragraphs in this post. This last week has had my head spinning. Good stuff, bad stuff... all freakin' kinds o' stuff. I'm still researching some subject matter for my literary endeavor. Really - I will write something.somethingThere, see? Seriously, with what I want to do, I quickly realized that it wouldn't be what I want it to be without

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1124231050904149192005-08-16T15:22:00.000-07:002005-08-16T15:24:43.306-07:00

Not getting what you desire and getting what you desire can both be disappointing.

HannoverFistnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12554584.post-1124130383963889432005-08-15T11:04:00.000-07:002005-08-15T11:28:21.383-07:00

Le'see here, what's been going on lately...We had a pretty good weekend. Saturday was relatively uneventful. Got a bit of house work done, let the boy play outside all day, nursed my back (it's been feeling a tad tweaked since the razor scooter incident), and picked up a 10x10' gazebo-style tarp thingy on sale for $20. Now our formerly shadeless back yard has... shade. With typical

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NO!! the audience whispers in hushed screams. No, don't do it!!Our naive, yet wary, protagonist hesitates as he reaches for the clasp on the box. He nervously withdraws his hand, momentarily biting on his knuckle as he considers the dire container.For God's sake you idiot, get away from the blasted thing! Just look at the runes!! Look at the figures in the bas-relief!! The audience prays that

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