in honor of steves recent return

and Steveclaims My family is fucked uphe can't keep his brother staights His mom skips his daughters funeulhe would divorvice his wife ver the length of her hair? my word http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=124362402&blogID=232033244&MyToken=125c6a7e-a4d2-4224-bb54-04d9f49dc0cc
OK...OK...So I started off with a bang and now it's tapered off to a trickle...Bad me. It's been a rough couple of weeks.Today is one of my brothers birthday, although I never could keep them straight...The 25th will be the others, and is also the day my Father passed away. I hate to say it, but I haven't seen much of the Ohio crowd since 2000...The last I saw any of them was my brother Richard in December of 2000. From the "original brood", I have two brothers and one sister of which I am the eldest. Dad and Jeannie had two kids, Niki and "Petey", for a total of 6 of us kids. All of them agreed to help me with Dad's final expenses, which amazingly only came to $125 for each of us (that includes me, not just among them). When I lost Taelor only 3 months after Dad died I asked them all to please help me out, yet not a one of them has ponied up yet. Dad's been dead 7 years now. I guess they don't call for fear I'll ask them when I can expect to get those checks...Don't worry, guys...I gave up years ago.My mother had "other plans" that she refused to even discuss changing when I told her of Taelor's passing. We did get a condolence card and a check for $20, though. Turns out the "other plans" were babysitting for the elder of the two younger brothers kids. Last Saturday (the 10th) I was on my way to pick up a couple of extra hours at the hospital when the engine in my 1999 Mitsubishi Mirage started eating itself alive. I am surprised it lasted this long. Amy's eldest daughter slammed it into other cars TWICE. She wasn't insured and never has made even a token effort to pay for the damage...Silly me. My insurance wouldn't pay since the step daughter was over 18 and not living at home. Double silly me.The previously mentioned Achillies' tendon strain has gotten better, but it still reminds me that I can't be going 9-to-90 on it. I forgot that the other morning when I was going out to start the car before driving home and I tried to "hop" over a small bush row...TWANG! OK, that was stupid...Now to slow down again.I'm glad to see my friend's list growing here on MySpace. I see that the "views" clock is at 218, so I wonder who's doing all the viewing! Maybe Britney Spears is waiting to see if I'm single yet so she can be the next Mrs Robeson! Well...Now that she's done the "bald" thing I think we can scratch her off my "Gee, if I was only 25 again..." list! I've always prefered long hair on women, and only tolerate short hair on my wife since I doubt any court in the land would let me use her unwillingness to let her hair grow longer as ground's for divorce!As silly as it may seem, I've taken a liking to a Tom Hanks movie, "That Thing You Do!"...I guess it's just nice to see a movie that's fun, doesn't insult anyone based on race, religion, or gender, doesn't have a single profanity in it and has a sound track you can actually enjoy and tap your feet to...If you haven't seen it an like happy-music kinda things, watch it.I see my friend Ken from Tracy City has joined me here! Hi Ken! Ken (KE4MBU) and his cousin, Kevin (KE4MBV), and I used to have late night round-table discussions on Amateur Radio repeater NQ4Y on 145.41mHz when I lived in Dunlap, TN. Those were fun times! ken, tell him I said "Hey"...I desperately miss living in Dunlap...Unfortunately the job market there is not what I'd like and it's an almost 80 mile trip 1-way from there to my present job. Oh well. Perhaps something will come available soon. The trip into Chattanooga is only 40 miles and is a quick hop onto Highway 111. I miss not being able to make the short walk to my daughter's grave, and I miss the laid back, clean air living up there. But I love my present job, too...Come on, Powerball!I've got two more installments of "My Father's Blanket" I want to do, then that's a wrap (pardon the pun). This thing really is getting pretty ragged, but it's one of the few things I have left of him that was something he personally touched. I ought to fold it up and put it in one of those "space bags" that you see advertised on TV. Otherwise it will be COMPLETELY ruined!So much for now...I need my beauty sleep...And lot's of it

way to go steve, siring then tlaking a defective daughter and you out your mom as a "whore" what a son your truly are Steve