i changed the ABOUT ME page

July 7, 2009
  • I was born on Groundhogs Day (that’s February 2nd to you) under a full moon. A Psychic once commented that being born under a full moon gives you special powers. But not special powers like Superman or Spiderman, I’m still on a quest to discover all of my special powers.
  • I don’t use caps on my posts, sorry if that bugs you but this isn’t about you b/c it’s about me.
  • I call this blog a BLOB b/c that’s what Augusten Burroughs calls his and I think he’s pretty cool and the word blog bugs me. I’m a huge fan of Augusten.
  • This isn’t a blog you can categorize into any one topic or subject, it’s main purpose is to entertain YOU, me, your dogs, cats and that weird uncle you try to avoid at family gatherings.
  • I really, really, really promise not to stab you.
  • I’m married and I have two children, one that grew in my body (boy) and one that grew in my heart (girl). The girl has a biological mother and I would never, ever, ever try to replace that relationship b/c that would be really weird. I did help raise her along with her Dad for eight years, she lived with us full time. Not sure what that makes me, but I consider her my daughter.
  • I stupidly wrote some pretty harsh things here about her mother and was devastated when her mother found it. Even more so when she printed it all out and made the girl read it, I’d never told the girl about the blob. I made a public and personal apology to her mother and I don’t write bad things anymore b/c it was pretty stupid.
  • My family told me they found me in a trashcan and that I would grow up to live in a tin can house in the woods. They couldn’t help it, they were wolves. I was raised by wolves. You probably were too.
  • My Dad died February 1st, 2006 and I had no idea how much I would miss him, or how unsafe the world would become without him here. Lucky for me, I have another Dad . The one who biologically made me. He’s pretty cool once you get to know him.
  • Piglet was a childhood nickname given to me by my Dad (the one that died). The nickname came from me being a 10 pound baby and incredibly CUTE.
  • I bought my own domain about a year ago, but I haven’t officially set it up b/c I’m busy doing facebook and responding to ashton kutcher’s tweets on twitter (he never responds).
  • Life’s been good to me so far, I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime. Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through. I can’t complain but sometimes I still do. Joe Walsh wrote that.
  • I’ve been sober in a fellowship for 18 years, I started drinking when I was two. Not really, I was at least eleven.
  • A psyche Doctor told me about two years ago that I had tourettes based on some very strange behaviors as a child. Not the cool cussing tourettes, but the spitting/grunting/repeating words kind. He said it tends to turn into OCD as you get older, which it did. When I do and say stupid things, I think I should be able to blame it on tourettes.

Feel free to comment I don’t edit comments or remove them, unless you are trying to cause trouble. You can email me directly at dailypiglet[at]yahoo[dot][com] if you have questions that weren’t answered here.

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my god in the heaven

March 5, 2009

my laptop is on the fritz again, in fact that laptop is in pieces b/c i haven’t had the proper chance to dicker with it.  i even took pictures so you would get the full picture of it all.

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riveting i know.

i’m not so much complaining b/c i do have another “home pc” but the slowness of this machine makes me want to stab myself in the head.

i can type words, LITERALLY hundreds of words and sit back and watch the machine type them in.

it’s that slow.  i’ve done just about ever conceivable thing i can think of (except reinstall windows xp) to improve it but it’s just what it is.  the bonus is that it is a reliable machine.  it never breaks.  even when the girl gets on it and does magical things to it, it gets pokey but it doesn’t actually break.

i am typing this post up in the windows live writer application that i have only just installed yesterday.  my nephew (i should note that TODAY,  march 5th is that nephews BIRTHDAY!!!) sent me a sweet link with lots of cool tools and gadget stuff on it and this was one of them.  i’ve lost about three posts in the past few days b/c i don’t know where they went after i typed them into wordpress.

i’m pretty sure that i can blame laura for heading off to mexico for why my laptop broke.  i can’t explain how she’s at fault, i can only blame her at this point.  i begged her not to go, and by begging i mean i told her i would miss her and i hoped she had a good time.

i haven’t been able to read all my favorite places due to this laptop inconvenience and frankly i’m not sure if i’ll be able to go on.


they are butterflies!

September 7, 2008

i found out what the wormy things are, and it made very happy to learn about it. they are called “black swallowtail caterpillars” and they are going to turn into butterflies!  YAY!

i gathered up about 25 of them (maybe more), and i thought they were dying but they were in fact NOT dying!  they are simply in varying stages of their life cycle.  i learned they are:  full grown caterpillar, pre-pupa stage, and early pupa stage ALREADY.

perhaps there is meaning behind all this butterfly business, although i am unsure of what it could be.  feel free to state your opinion if you have one, or just talk about something else.  i don’t care, i just LOVE butterflies!

xup left a comment on the last post that drained her brain power by remembering what these were called and i hope she knows how much i appreciate her emptying her brain contents here for me, b/c god knows i need a lotta help!  by the way, i found xup via uncouth heathen’s blog and xup is not only an aquarian but she’s VERY funny and offers tips.  one of my personal favorites is “seven ways to excel in prison”.  and as if it couldn’t get any better?  she’s canadian.  i know your head JUST BLEW OFF from the the excitement didn’t it?

scott let me know that one of my links was wonky, b/c he’s cool like that.  frankly, i can hardly believe he visits me b/c he’s a very intelligent and refined man.  and that’s not all!  he’s an amazing artist. one of his pieces is being featured in a showing at the university of california davis.  this art exhibit features p.t.s.d. and other effects of war.  this is scott’s piece.  in addition, there is a commemorative book from the exhibit.

i love he.  he mentioned in the comments, that his sister was bitten by a copperhead many years ago while visiting their house on the lake.  he also mentions that the island at the entrance of their cove has a graveyard on it, and he suspects pirates to be buried there. now, i have to go there and try and dig up those pirates b/c that would be really awesome.  i’m pretty sure i would get arrested so maybe i shouldn’t?  i could fantasize about it though.

andrea mentions in her comment that they tried to grow a butterfly plant but no matter how much they watered it, it never grew.  sometimes that is the way of mother nature.  andrea is an accredited and excellent writer and she has an awesome range of genre.  i found andrea via her ghost stories blog and she’s done a great job of detailing all things spooky and making them interesting.   her ghost stories blog is the first place i go for paranormal/spooky information.  i had a fascination with allister crowley after seeing his bio on the tellie and asked andrea if she could write about it.  she agreed b/c she’s cool like that and wrote it in two parts.  this is part one, and this is part two.

last, but not least the post that started out about butterflies but turned into feature of some of the people i’m wild about, my future wife one wink.  she mentions that she heard “on the radio” and thought about that trip i took to savannah.  shortly after that trip, she sent me a cd mix (that is LOVE i SAY!), and i love everyone of the songs.  she is way more hip than i, and turned me on to some music that i never even knew was in the world.  she’s my home grit.


bedtime stories

August 19, 2008

bedtime story tonight, i chose to read a winnie the pooh book called “eeyore be happy”. it’s the one in which everyone stands under a bridge all day b/c eeyore told tigger the weather was perfect for an earthquake.

i decided that i’d read that book so many times not only to the boy, but to the girl and i wanted to make some creative changes to the dialogue.

here goes it:

it was a beautiful day in hundred acre woods, the crack heads were all sleeping and pooh and piglet were  excited about playing the pooh sticks game.  this is a simple game, they stand on a bridge over water, and throw sticks over on one side, then go to the other side to see who’s stick won the race as it floated in the water.

as pooh and piglet leaned over the bridge, they saw a familiar orange and blacked striped tail sticking out.  pooh and piglet wondered if tigger has lost his tail.  tigger yells up to them, “you big dummies!  the rest of me is here too!”

they asked him why he was there. he told them that eeyore said it was perfect weather for an earthquake. instead of plotting eeyore’s death, pooh and piglet joined tigger under the bridge not once questioning why you would wait under a bridge during an earthquake.

meanwhile, while they are wasting their lives away under a bridge, christopher is looking for them in the hundred acre wood. he finally finds them, all three under a bridge.

when pooh told christopher what was up, christopher laughed and called pooh a silly bear (in his uppity english voice that makes people feel stupid).

tigger exclaims, “i could have been bouncing all day!”

“and pooh and i could have played poohsticks all day”, said piglet.

“bother!” said pooh, who had missed his lunch b/c of that homeless, jobless, overweight bastard eeyore.

the four of them set off to find that bastard and stab him to death.

tigger leads the pack with, “you dumb mother fucker, i could have been bouncing all damn day. thanks to you, i hid under a bridge. anyways eeyore, who the hell would tell a person to get under a bridge during an earthquake? that shit is not right.”

eeyore could tell by the tone of tigger’s voice that he was annoyed.

“why do you ALWAYS fuck shit up EEYORE?”, says piglet.

“you need to get some help, maybe an antidepressant you sack of shit gloomy no teeth bastard”, says pooh.

eeyore was all like blaming that shit on the way he was raised, his parents were mean to him, he was called names on the bus, nobody ever showed me how to not be gloomy.

“seriously eeyore? you expect us to believe that? you are a GROWN motherfucking donkey. you can’t be blaming your parents and shit anymore man, that’s unacceptable”, says christopher.

piglet tells eeyore that they’d all come to find him so they could stab him to death for making them waste their day away under a stupid bridge.

piglet, having a change of heart tells eeyore they are going to teach his dumbass how to not be gloomy so’s that he doesn’t ruin anyone else’s game of pooh sticks or bouncing.

the four of them proceed to teach eeyore how to be happy. they took him bouncing in mud, chasing after bees up in a tree, and even painting piglet’s house. none of that shit worked.

after all that, the lame-ass, junkie crack head STILL wanted to be gloomy.

“that’s it, i can’t take anymore of this bitch”, piglet said.

he shot eeyore in the face with his 9mm glock, and that bitch fell over.

the end.


i got my own house

August 18, 2008

i bought my own domain a few months ago and i’ve been working on it in the half-assed sense as opposed to the full-ass sense of the function in which i am speaking.

confused yet? me too.

i got back into over the weekend, visiting my local library (why does walking into a library, or telling people “i’m off to the library” make me feel smarter than i actually am?).

i put in a few requests for books on web hosting, and other stuff i can’t spell.

typically, i’m down with anything technical or anything that needs fixing. it’s what i was bred for, of that i’m certain. since i’ve learned that i cant fix people so much, i’ve turned my skills to places and things (the other part of a noun).

i hope to soon have a new house for you to visit, my very own domain. i will not however, invite you over until it’s absolutely perfect. not that you care or anything but i just wanted to let you know.