More random thoughts...

I forgot to mention in my post about the election that I already know the results. I am sorry to dissapoint the pollsters, but McCain is going to win by a considerable margin. It boils down to the fact that when a pollster calls a home, people are afraid to appear politically incorrect and are saying they are voting for Obama. That and the fact that the media is trying to sway viewers Democratic and they make it seem like the population is leaning toward Obama. Yes, there is also going to be a scandal because of the result. Accusations of cheating and voter fraud will ring because "everybody" was sure Obama was going to win.*

* I reserve the right to edit this post :)

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You would think with the state of the country today, that there would be mass rioting in the streets. In the 60's and 70's people would protest for any reason. It was like a big party - let's get out on the streets and bitch about something. The reason we are so apathetic these days boils down to the fluoridation of the drinking water. Fluoride is poison and builds up in the body and brain and is passed on to our offspring, who in turn will be more apathetic. Read more at http://www.holisticmed.com/fluoride/. I don't really care though..

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On the same note, as we age our hearing fails, our sense of taste fades. Our vision blurs and we can't get around like we used to be able to. Well it is God's blessing that helps us stay married. I can't hear her complaining and I don't whine about her cooking. I can't see how unattractive (we) are becoming and I can't run away. (plus I am drinking a lot more fluoridated water)

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Finally a helpful hint to people giving out candy on Halloween. Buy Tootsie Rolls - the ones that about the size of your fingers. Eat 4 or 5 of them and take the wrappers and tape them around your fingers. When you approach the door, have your hand buried in the bowl. When you reach to give your little trick-or-treaters candy, move quickly and reach all the way into the kids bag or bucket and rustle around to make noise. In the confusion, they will never know any different. It takes a little practice, but I invented this system because my wife and I have a deal worked out. She buys the candy and I have to give it out. She usually buys the good stuff like miniature Snickers bars and Krackel bars. If there is any left over, I get to eat it :)

The Election..

Is it just me or is this Presidential election completely up for grabs? I am generally a conservative Republican, but I don't want to vote Democrat just because things haven't went well with the Bush administration. In the beginning and during the 9/11 crisis, George Bush was our hero and leader. But as time passed, we realized that this is going to cost a buttload of money and we just can't afford. But then the Vietnam argument rears it's ugly head and we resolve not to desert a country halfway through a war. So we stick it out, going slowly broker, thinking George will pull the answers out of his magic hat.

Well that didn't happen, and now with the mortgage crisis, stock market crash and unemployment, it feels like a relationship that is reaching it's end. We see Obama as the cute girl we kind of know that winks at us once in a while. We are so tired of our current Republican relationship, that we are ready to rebound into a new love. Except now we don't have a slew of choices, we only have one choice. It seems like the lesser of two evils is Obama. But with little experience will he be the girlfriend that can't balance the checkbook?

So I would guess we would have to look into the Vice-Presidential choices. Obama's choice Biden seems like an old fuddy-duddy Democrat that is afraid to have views of his own heard for fear of stepping on Obama's toes. If we had to rely on Biden to round out the ticket, I don't feel it. But then again Palin seems just TOO media friendly. This may be a good thing in one way as the media generally leans Democrat. But McCain is older than dirt and we may have to deal with Palin more than we are ready for. So the Vice-Preasidents don't help me a bit.

I actually liked a few of the ideas of Ron Paul, Rudy Giuliani and the Law and Order guy. Why is it now we have to put all our eggs in one basket? I know I will regeret either choice I make at some point, even if my chosen candidate wins. My feeling at heart is that we are just plain screwed either way. I am not prejudice of feminist in any way, but maybe if I was it would be easier to decide.

Maybe we have reached a point in the evelution of government, that 1 person cannot rule our country. I know that the Senate and House have oversight, but any more, the bi-partisanness seems to be more of a bull-headed (pardon the pun) issue than the issue. So by the time you add the pork to pass a bill, you have lost the original point.

What we need is a BIG change. I would gladly support a flat income tax. Even if it was 20% with NO deductions for any one at any income level. Studies have suggested that even 10% would cover the tax amount that is brought in today. This would put more money in the pockets of the consumers like me that could afford to buy stuff to boost the local economy.

But who am I? I'll be right back, I have to fill my Prozac prescription...

Poetry First - Then Music (yes, I phoned it in)

(My Guitar) Leading Me On

LATELY I’VE FLAUNTED, MY GUITAR IS HAUNTED,

AND I’VE BEEN UNDAUNTED ‘TILL NOW

TO PLAY IT, IT PLEADS ME, I GO WHERE IT LEADS ME,

I FEEL LIKE IT NEEDS ME SOMEHOW



IT CALLS AND I FIND IT, I SIT THERE BEHIND IT,

I’M SIMPLY BLINDED AND PROUD

THE STRINGS STEER MY FINGERS AND I HEAR THE SINGERS

AS THE MELODY LINGERS ALOUD



I CRY WHEN IT’S SOUNDING GOOD

JUST 6 STRINGS OF STEEL AND SOME SHINY OLD WOOD

I PLAY… I PLAY OUR SONG

WITH MY GUITAR LEADING ME ON.

I CANNOT HIDE IT. I DIDN’T WRITE IT

IT CAME FROM INSIDE IT, MY FRIEND

IT HURTS AND IT’S HEALING, IT FLIRTS WITH THE FEELING

THAT I’VE BEEN CAUGHT STEALING AGAIN.


SOMEBODY BLESSED IT. A SOUL THAT’S UNRESTED

A SONWRITER’S FINAL BOW

THAT’S WHY I FLAUNT IT, MY GUITAR IS HAUNTED

AND I’VE BEEN UNDAUNTED ‘TILL NOW

I CRY WHEN IT’S SOUNDING GOOD

JUST 6 STRINGS OF STEEL AND SOME SHINY OLD WOOD

I PLAY…I PLAY…OUR SONG

WITH MY GUITAR LEADING ME ON.

copyright 2008 Jim Mohr

You thought nosebleeds were bad...

Ok, so you are learning why I am so messed up. Well I think I have pinned it down to a couple trivial, yet traumatic events in my childhood. Chronic nosebleeds, hay fever and 4 older brothers dented my psyche, but the following put me over the top.

It may be TMI, and I apologize, but I used to pee the bed until I was about 10 years old. I just played hard and slept extremely sound. First let me tell you that my mother (God rest her soul) tried every trick in the book to get me to stop wetting the bed. Liquid restriction, making sure to go to the bathroom before I went to bed and everything else she read or learned about did not help. This was in the era of not having a washer and dryer in the house, so my mom had to pack the laundry in the car and take it to the laundromat. This was before the time of socially acceptable kiddie diapers and sensitive family members.

Towards the end of the experience, she invented the "no pee bed party". She would put a red star on the calendar every day I did not wet the bed, and a yellow star (unfortunately) if I did. If I made it 7 days without wetting the bed, we would have (in theory) a small party with cake, etc. My brothers got to participate if I made it 7 days, so at 3 or 4 days they would start pressuring me so they could have cake too. Well to tell you the truth, I don't remember ever having a no pee bed party, I think the humiliation I went through is partially blocking my memory..

It was not the bedwetting that was traumatic, but treatment for the malady in the 1960's that was almost abuse. I remember my parents read about some breakthrough treatment for bedwetting, and invited over the salesman. We all sat down at the kitchen table and I remember how he said that it was unfortunate that "I could not have a sleepover at Johnny's house", and this new treatment would cure me in months.

It consisted of 2 aluminum window screens, each covered by a pillow case. A wire from each screen ran to a bedside bell with a loud buzzer, flashing red light and a switch to turn the unit off and on. The patient (me) was required to sleep naked on the 2 screens. When I started to pee the bed, the liquid would make an electrical connection between the screens and set off the buzzer and flashing light. I had to get up and turn off the unit, go into the bathroom (naked of course), splash my face with water to wake me up, and use the bathroom. I then had to go back to the bedroom, change the pillow cases and reset the machine.

I vividly remember 1 event. I was having my accident and the buzzer went off. I got up, turned off the machine, and made my way to the bathroom. When I splashed the water in my face, it woke me up enough to realize that there were strange faces in the living room I just walked through naked. It was my older sister and 3 of her girlfriends having a sleepover and watching tv. So I had to don a towel and walk back past them to get to get to my bedroom. And I was sure that my sister had to explain to them what the buzzer was and the flashing light. I made the humiliating journey amidst the snickers without making eye contact and changed the pillow cases and went back to bed.

Within 2 months of using the machine, I was cured, if that is what you want to call it. I no longer wet the bed, but until this day, even the slightest noise while I am sleeping will wake me. Not to mention I cannot even have the slightest urge to urinate and try to sleep. So I don't know how it works, I would have grown out of it eventually I guess, and in this case the cure was almost as bad as the affliction. But not according to my mom, the damn thing cost like $1000 in 1971.

So please treat this post as informational and theraputic if a family member has the same problem. I am just glad it is all over becase according to drybed.com "We work with your family to change this unhealthy deep-sleep pattern that underlies all bedwetting. We also increase the small bladder capacity and teach you how to strengthen and sensitize the sphincter muscle".

Maybe I didn't have it so bad...