Night guys...

Nite ,Sid.

had to turn back on my drive to work, accident on the highway , 20 km of Tjam..
I don't hate it !

Morning guys

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Victory : the Chief mailbox inspector general called to say my mailbox is fine as is.

Too bad your mailman isn't. I wonder if Boris chased him once and that is why he has a wad for ya

Nah, from what i hear , he's got a bad case of the mondays, and he has it every fecking day.
He really, really hates his job if you ask me.

Since i moved here, i've tried to say goodmorning, never got anything back

I then got me a sticker, "no advertisment" and spoke to him about it, when he kept tossing advertisement crap in my letterbox, in a friendly way.. No luck

Obviously, if he refuses to do what he should, and keeps tossing advertising crap in my box despite the sticker, which is against the law, i filed a complaints.. Since then it was downhill.

Last december waiting for a parcel, he says i wasn't in, i get out , ask him, he lies about the parcel being to big and in the postal office (i saw it in his van).. another complaints followed

So this mailbox not being regular, was his way to get even.
Last week i got on the case, he insisted my box was irregular, my neighbours weren't.

Which is bollocks they are the same.. so friday he sent them a note as well, to say their mailbox is irregular as well..

But all that is now sorted, and he'll have a word with his manager. Miserable sod did it to himself. I'm the last person you wanna mess with.. I'm one of those people that is so pigheaded, that actually enjoy a bit of headbutting.. And trust me when i say, i've never really met anybody who was more pigheaded then i am..
I'll block punches with my forehead , with a smile, just to see the other guy break his fist on it.

brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol

Evening Gents,

another lovely day, must start thinking of returning to work after the holidays, sigh...
not that I work hard, only usually three days a week, tuesday, wednesday thursday, so I have long weekends. Better get back to defending the country, I am able to work from home but can't access everything. Oh well to work to work to buy more parts lol...

Night all.

Morning and good night. This timezone thing messes with me when it crosses days. :)

My mum's favorite thing when she was angry was daring me that she was more pigheaded then i was, and that i really didn't want to go there.

My standard response was "let's rock".

Then she would cut all the cables of my computer and stereo while i'm off to school,
And she would be very friendly when i get home.
That was a tell tale sign to me, to look what she had done.
Went up to my room, saw the cables, got everything back online in like an hour or so, soldered, or with screw terminals.. so by the time she came up to my room to gloat.. I was sitting there smiling like it was xmas..

She got so angry she tossed the tv out the window (3rd floor, row house , city center).
to which i replied... you do realize that is in fact your TV , right? Mine is out for repairs?

what do you do? defending the country? you Auss military or sommin'?

I was driving through downtown OKC one morning, not in any hurry. Looked up a street and noticed a smallish flop house sort of building with 3 or 4 obviously unemployed people sitting in lawn chairs on the veranda type front porch. About that time a TV came flying through a 2nd floor window, out over the porch, almost hitting a pedestrian on the sidewalk, and smashing to pieces in the middle of the street. Neither the pedestrian or people on the front porch reacted. It was like it didn't even happen. I almost crashed laughing so hard at the unexpected spectacle of it, and then at the complete non-response of the witnesses.

My mom was 4-11, very soft spoken and could make me feel like a total ass simply by telling why she was disappointed in my actions. I do not ever remember her raising her voice, or actually getting mad, upset yes but never mad. If it weren't for her I can't imaging how bad I would be now, if not dead.

I thought that only happened in the movies

I guess they probably sat outside because of whoever was throwing **** on the inside.
At some point you learn to just shrug and sit outside till the temper tantrum is over.

I was worse, i taunted the temper tantrum.

Mum " gonna throw this coffee cup at ya if you don't ..."
Me : "go ahead you got a ****ty aim anyway!"
Mum throws cup, 30 cm from my head
Me : haha! told ya so

Needless to say i then ducked and ran for cover, cause the content of the entire kitchen suddenly started flying in my direction.. statistically , something would eventually find it's target.

She was at her most dangerous at close range, if there were bottles around.
I can assure you that a classic Coke bottle is HARD on the noggin'.
I can't explain how it feels, but it does do something to the vision, not stars or tweety birds like the cartoons, but it does kinda flash a bit. It's a weird sort of pain too the impact is allright, but then it swells and get's worse.

Usually i would stay outside of arms length when she was ticked off, but sometimes she would Jeckyll&Hyde turn on us, from happy to kill in the blink of an eye , without prior warning..

Duck & Cover !
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Sounds like may Grandma.. She was more my mother then my real mother ever was.
She did spoil me rotten though , as did grandpa.. spent much of my younger time there..

Discovered at a very early age that life was much easier if I didn't piss off the parents. Not that I was perfect, I just didn't push it. Spanking kids was okay back then. Heck, my dad would even spank the neighbors kids, and in front of their parents. Nobody misbehaved that came to play on our block or the park next to it.