I’m home alone, bored, and decided I wasn’t done talking in my last post about my wife’s big question. But wait, there’s more. Have you ever just bumbled around the house, bored, nothing really to do? I sat down this morning to write my other post, a tedious event since I do it on my phone, while I was deleting some music and downloading more, yes, I always want more music. But as I got a slab of meat ready for the smoker I wondered what I was going to be doing next. I already ran my errands and knocked that shit out. I realized while writing the last post that over the years as I’ve aged I have changed, both mentally, physically, and emotionally. Not that I miss my youth, but I do appreciate it now where I didn’t then. We all, I guess we all do, find a path in life and pretty much stick to it, mostly out of habit I think. Some call it a “routine”, I call it what it really is, and that’s a habit. Life happens, shit happens, and we roll with it or get rolled over by it.
I’m a pretty relaxed person, some say to relaxed, and I tend to roll with the punches instead of getting into the fight. I realized recently that I have become an asshole to people I don’t know and to those I wish I didn’t know. I suppose this happened over time and becomes more evident the more I get out in public. Seems like every time I open the front door I hear ” welcome to Walmart motherfucker” simply because in the course of my day I will inevitably be forced to interact with people, strangers, other people’s children, and people who definitely should not breed, ever, there dads should have had the common courtesy to just pull out. But noooooooooo, now people with common sense have to deal with your fucking problems because they never did. Anyway, this has nothing to do with the people of Walmart nor is it me thinking I’m better than others, it goes deeper, I’m the problem. I admit it, I’m the problem, or I’m the one with the problem. People are needy little fuckers that just suck the everloving life right out of me. There are many qualities I despise in people, the top two are being lazy and being a liar.
My wife says I have a strange gift, my ability to watch people, read people, and get just shy to understanding them before a word is ever spoken. You’re right, it sounds like I judge them before knowing them. Or I just don’t have time for bullshit and I just cut to the chase. I don’t want my son turning into me, he has a kind a loving heart that never stops giving. The world needs more people just like him, that is of course my biased opinion. I have a crude way I look at life in general, not that I’m special and I’m not the only one life has fucked without any lube, I just learned from it. I don’t want to be a repeat offender at the mercy of others to decide my fate which is decided with a thumbs up or thumbs down. Life has snuck in her fair share of surprises but looky here bitch…… I’m still standing. In people’s defense, I know I don’t give them a fair shake. Honestly, I see no reason to trust a person who has not earned my trust first. Maybe living in the big city has tainted me. I see what Christians call the “7 Deadly Sins” in almost every person I meet or know. No, I’m not perfect, far from perfect, but I do pay attention and I do have a considerable amount of common sense. I learned, and try to explain, the value of one’s life, it only holds value to yourself, only you value you. I spent a considerable amount of my life trying (and failing) to please others to feel as though I have self worth, something frowned upon by Christians, well Catholics, and it took some hard knocks to the head that made me realize I’m more than just a cog in a machine, my life matters to me, and that is what is important.
Getting divorced, divorcing the Air Force, and getting disowned by my family (parents and sisters) all within a few months of each other does wonders for my self esteem. However, I got mad and I stood the fuck back up, giving life the two finger salute she deserved and I got over it. Fuck it. Divorced? Yes, she needed other men in her life, I didn’t want to share. Over, 13 years in the toilet. The Air Force divorced me, I was no longer fit to perform. Over, 12 years in the toilet. My family, with exception to my mother, disowned me after the found out I was not only looking for my biological parents, but was in communication with my biological mother and the family of my biological father since he was already dead. Want to know more, search this blog, I’ve written extensively about being adopted. In their eyes I was wrong for wanting to where I came from. But, slowly, I got them to understand. Now, we all have a pretty nice relationship, except my oldest sister (also adopted) who still despises me all these years later. Fuck, I just wanted to know where I came from and why I was discarded. Anyway, as I said, I got mad, packing, and off to live my life on my terms.
But, damn, my future wife had (and still does) an ass that commanded my full attention. Women, eventhough they’ll never admit it, are tricky crafty creatures, they play coy but know they are the black widow. One can search the blog for more on her as well. I have a favorite story I’m going to share with y’all, which in my opinion sums up people’s selfishness and how self preservation is more often than not compromised because of being closed minded. The moral of the story you ask; don’t tempt fate.
One day, a scorpion was walking around on a riverbank wondering how to get to the opposite bank. He saw a crocodile basking in the sun. The scorpion went up to the crocodile and said “Crocodile, can I please ride on your back across the river?” The crocodile was taken aback with this said. “Why would I do that? When i am swimming, you will sting me, and I will die,” The crocodile said. “Well, if i sting you, you will sink, and i will drown, for I cannot swim,” the scorpion said. With that, the scorpion climbed on the crocodile’s back, and the crocodile swam across the river. In the middle of the river, the scorpion stung the crocodile. “Why? Why would you do that scorpion!? You too will die now! Why!?” “Because… it is in my nature,” the scorpion replied sadly, and with that, they both sank deep into the water.
I don’t recall where I read or heard this story years ago, but as I aged many things rang true in the story if you relate it to the people in your life. Everyone wants to trust everyone all the time while not being worthy of being trusted. Or let me say that in modern terms, we all want full disclosure but are not willing to provide full disclosure in return. With that being said, y’all can think how you will think, its not my choice. But, I do have trust issues outside of my immediate family, for two reasons, in my opinion, two damn great reasons. The two reasons I don’t trust people are because I don’t know them and becomes I do know them. Simple, right? My wife will tell you I trust only a few because it is part of who I am, part of being a Scorpio (either the best friend or the worst enemy), and partly because of fear. My lack of trust, I suppose, has many contributing factors, gathered throughout my life, and resulting in the current me. She tells me that she likes the fact that I write on my blog, she thinks I need to write a book full of the stories I tell here as well as ones in my private life. I tell her just like I tell y’all, this is just a place for me to “talk”. I don’t consider myself a person who writes, I consider myself a person who likes to share stories, I like it here, I share things I like here, I don’t want it to become ” work”, besides, it’s fun this way for me.
I will never see a day without sheeple being herded into conformity. I don’t want to be one of the sheeple. I’m only sure about one thing in my life, one day I will die, but life will continue for the living. I think on that note I will close this out, I expected it to gradually go somewhere but as we see it never really formed into anything. Like I said, I just wanted to talk. I do know one thing tho, the only alternative to being my friend or enemy is not to exist in my world. But, that would be allot like having a cake and eating it alone.
I’m a fan of most trivia, I like the challenge of trying to answer a vast array of questions. Lucky for me (or un-lucky if you will) I found this little app called Trivia Crack. They named this app the absolute correct thing, its truly like crack. Not that I’ve had crack before, but I smoke, so I know addiction quite well. After two weeks of playing, yes only two weeks, I have begun to suffer from massive disappointment. Why? I have many reasons, but a few stand out as being my biggest annoyances. First of all, I’m sick of all of the fucking sports questions. Well, okay, not all the sports questions, but there are so fucking many football questions that they make my eyes bleed. After a while it just feels that I’m nothing but a football trivia game. Also, all the pop culture reality television questions that are very common. But that’s only my opinion, but then again I don’t kill many brain cells watching television, mostly the news, which is reality enough for me. The in app pop ups got old the first day, I have little patience for an app that is one giant advertisement factory. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the game overall, I play with a few friends and 9 family members, so it really fills “down time” or times of “boredom”.
However, I was pleased to find this game has a section for players to submit questions, y’all have read my blog before, I know allot of useless shit I like to share with people who will read it. So, I figured it would be nice to add some color or flavor to the question pool. As of this morning, I have submitted exactly 200 questions, one of which has been approved. I have come to the early conclusion that this is not a thinkers game, its more like the old board game Trivial Pursuit, Juniors Edition. My questions were all entered into the Geography, History, and Science categories. I have answered well over 4,000 questions correctly in this game and have found there are very few, if any questions about classic rock history, individual state history, or real life science type questions. These are things I have quite a bit of trivia knowledge about, so I decided to try, an attempt at reality in real life, to bring something, that in my opinion, that this game lacks.
Don’t get me wrong, its full of thousands of fantastic questions, and its a fun game to play, but come on, there needs to be a bit more challenging questions than what is currently offered. I’ve been doing some research, reading what others are saying about this game. I’m not alone it appears, which really wasn’t as much as a surprise as one would think. I learned I’m not the only one frustrated with the process of getting questions approved to get added to the question pool. Seems people are looking for simple questions, the no brainers, because to them it is about coins and levels. Sounds allot like I’m in the midst of allot of teenagers with very little in the life experience department. Seems people don’t want to learn anything, they just want to answer questions they already know. Where is the challenge in that? If you answered there is no challenge then you answered correctly. So, why do I care? Good question.
I don’t think that can be answered. I have found, over the years I’ve spent on the internet, being a part of forums, discussions, and so forth, that people don’t want to be challenged. People want easy. I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. I don’t participate much anymore in social media, seems it is just a tool nowadays to promote my blog. Which, as it stands, works very little in my advantage because I’m not “liking” other people’s status updates or retweeting their tweet. In the end I get what I give, very little. I’m at the point where I’m done wasting my time and the time of others. I’m just going to write, post, and update my blogs, and if people come to read they do, if not, well then not. Back to the game, I guess my point is that I would like to see it improve, I’m proactive in the way that, yes I’m going to bitch about it, but I also have solutions. But maybe I see things as broken, needing improvement, when in reality, its functioning as designed, flaws and all.
Oh, yea, I almost forgot, my Trivia Crack account isn’t linked to either of my Facebook accounts, which is why you don’t see it as one of my apps or don’t see my “accomplishments” either. Nor at any time in the future will it be linked to anything. Your welcome. Those of y’all who know who I am can find me, if you want to find me that is. It’s sad, but after two weeks I’m burnt out of this game, I get no real pleasure from it any more. It boasts a pool of over one million active questions but I keep seeing so many repeats. Maybe, since it has only been going since December 2014 in the United States, it will improve over time, maybe others will get bored with it all and start reviewing questions for approval. I have rated over 4,000 questions and have yet to see one of them in the pool. Makes me wonder how many questions are actually waiting in the question factory.
If you play, I can only ask you to try to make it a better place for everyone. Remember that all age groups are playing and some of us are pretty burned out on the Disney and sports questions. Maybe I will start my own trivia game. I will start it with one question, who ever answers the question correctly gets to ask the next question, and so on and so forth. It will probably bomb big time, it will require reading, not skimming, actual reading. Do we even read anything anymore? Are we a society of skimmers, looking for keywords, trying to find that crumb of something that interests us? Anyway, we’ll see how this all plays out. As mentioned, I will not be making separate entries (announcements) on the regular social media channels anymore. If y’all find the posts y’all do, if not then we’ve both missed out. Who knows, maybe this will work out for the best for all of us because I know y’all get tired of seeing my useless shit anyway.
I guess that’s it. I will continue to play my game, I will continue posting here about things that stand out in my life, and maybe one day something we all do will mean something to someone else besides ourselves. The bigger the internet gets the harder it is to stand out. I kinda like the view from under the radar. A note on future posts, a little housekeeping if you will, I have quite a few email submissions in the que, on a variety of subjects and topics, some of which I will discuss in further depth later on. It gets harder and harder, day by day, but I think its time to take this blog back to it’s roots, because it began as a diary style blog, full of the many things kicking around in my brain. I thinks its time again. As always, use the tag cloud on the right of the page or the search block at the top of the page to search for things I may have posted here. Y’all do a good job of using both, as well as emailing me questions and ideas. Y’all keep up the good work, soon enough some of y’all will begin seeing your stories here. I know, let the confetti cannons thunder on in a downpour of tiny slivers of paper.
In a curious way I ask, what games do y’all play on your phone, tablet, or computer? Do y’all have any you really enjoy playing? Want to play me in Trivia Crack? Reply here or in email with your “handle” or player “name” and I will look you up. Until we meet again, just know that I want y’all to enjoy your stay, but if you hate your stay here it was based on a choice you made. I can’t be held responsible for your personal choices now can I?
I very rarely comment on much of anything on the internet simply because I don’t want my words misunderstood, misconstrued, or quoted out of context. Once we push the “publish” button there is very little we can do. Well, one or two of y’all have noticed that I had been on a blogging break for the last few months. The biggest question is why I’ve been laying low. It’s a damn fine question and I might even answer it if I get around to it. However, just because I’ve not been posting didn’t mean my blog became an unvisited ghost town, in fact just the opposite has been happening, hell there are more actual visitors when I don’t write anything. Statistically speaking I could say the visits were misclicks or accidental landings based on one’s Google search results, but a closer analysis would go on to prove that theory wrong. Come to find out, a link for my blog can be found on over 300 blogs out there in never never land, so I can chalk up 1/3 of my visitors to blatant curiousness alone. I was once told, long ago in my blogging follies that having a blog names which invokes emotion or a curious mind to click the link is 90% of the battle to get someone, anyone to visit. Then, 8% is blog layout, colors, and overall theme. The last 2% is the content of the blog. I always remembered that people were not going to visit my blog because of my brilliant writing skills since I lack a true ability to write anything worthy reading, mostly skimming at most, who wants to read blah blah blah anyway. We are all guilty of it, even me, so I expect to be treated the same. But then again, there are the dedicated few, who feel inclined to hang on every word of everything they read everywhere. Of course, my favorite people on the planet are the grammar Nazis who seem to have nothing better to do than tell me if I used there or their or they’re in the proper way. Fuck it, it’s my blog, I will misuse grammar in any way I see fit. All I have for the grammar psycho Nazis is a big hug while I whisper fuck you in your ear with a wet tongue kiss. But, I digress, because who cares, really? Doesn’t all grammar go to die on the internet anyways? Exactly. The transmission of information is how we humans have evolved to communicate, yes I said evolve, we have evolved, suck it up princess, and one day we might even get it right. Even though I may not have been “home”, the porch light has remained on, and my email box has remained open. I say that, Google alerted me the other day that I had 2,389 messages and 46,987 spam messages waiting in my inbox. Where in reality I had only 913 messages and 48,463 spam messages after closer review and better filtering. The email set forth to collect messages from this blog also is the dumpbox for Pinterest, Google+, Facebook, and Blogcatalog, so I get “alerts” of activity from those sites. But, my blog generates 95% of all the messages received in one way or another. If your email hit the spam folder through the email filter I will never see it as I don’t look through that folder, ever. The numbers mentioned above were for a 90 day period, so needless to say my email is on quite a few mass email lists to say the very least.
But, Scorp, why are we here today, reading these words, scanning ahead looking for some reality to grasp upon, or trying to make sense of all of this mess? Why, indeed. Well, seems that about 1/3 of my content is what other people are writing. How so? Either through emails commenting or people sending me information to write about. In the past I had a pretty active section called The Magic Weekend and Scorpion Sting’s Bartender Stories. I didn’t realize when I quit the bartending business that it wouldn’t quit me, I really thought it would fade into the darkness of the night, like watching a stripper walk off the stage after her final dance, hoping for one more glimpse. In the end, over the months, it appeared that the two worlds melded together, friends of friends of friends began telling me their stories, looking to have it posted on my blog. Why? Fame and fortune? Not hardly. I began to ask myself why I even take the time to blog any more, and it does take time, all my posts are done from my Android phone, so long posts become a tedious time consuming process, and to tell y’all the truth, I began to ask myself why do I torture myself, why do I attempt to write, because I’m no writer. I’m a hack at best. But I do like telling stories, stories about real people, and stories about how people’s life have had an impact on them personally. Granted, as it would be, most of the stories seem to be of a certain tone or nature, but that is the direction it went. Why? Those are the stories I get, people don’t write me about walking their dog or wiping the baby’s but after a power shit, they write stories that they cant even tell as secrets to their bff, they like being anonymous, they like the idea that they can trust me not to give away their identities. Sometimes, I fell like the catholic priest hearing confidential confessions. Damn, I bet those old farts that have been around for decades have some stories to tell, I wonder if some of them have a blog they write to so they can get everyone else’s sins off their chest. I’ve been accused, more than once, that I’m an imposter, a poser, that I was a person of the cloth with a really, really, dark side that needs an output of sorts. That’s so far off that it truly humors the shit out of me, almost into tears. But, what if that was my angle? What if I was a sheep in wolves clothing? That does add an interesting twist to things, to say the least. All I can say is I’m not in any way involved with any religion or church or cult. I’m just me, just an average guy who lives his life the average way, and I use this blog as my vent to sometime scream at the world. If I went unheard it would not hurt my feelings, if only I read my dribblings I could still die today a happy man. But, some of y’all do read my blog, some of y’all take what is written here way to fucking serious.
Which reminds me, in my last post I was asked why I spoke negatively of the lesbian lifestyle and the recreational use of social drugs. First, I didn’t know I did, because I don’t care, and if that is what y’all consider harsh then there are some nappy-wipes near the exit to wipe your tears. I live my own lifestyle, one that I judge regularly because it needs judgment since I don’t live a perfect life in my own opinion. I hear some of y’all do, and I clap for you each individually. Over the last few months I have had the opportunity to review quite a bit, I questioned if I should just chuck this blog in the shit bucket and call it even. Just pull the plug on all of them. Then, I wanted to just change the name of my blog, give it a different perspective, change up the game a little, and then I just dismissed the foolishness. But who needs a clean slate, who needs that bullshit anyway? Do y’all know if I started writing today, right now, all The Magic Weekend stories in my inbox, I would have to write 500 plus rather lengthy entries, and those are just the ones with pictures attached. I think my laziness is driven by the fear of the challenge. I have considered taking two people in The Scorpion Army up on their offer of writing them all for me. I think they would have no problem being committed to the task, and I have full confidence that they would blow everyone’s ass a way with their story telling. But, I don’t generally farm out my work and to tell y’all the truth, I’m not ready to start today. I’m trying to get back in the saddle, I think a little blogging burn out does the soul good. Before I move on, I just want to say that even though I might be rotten to the core, I mean what I say, I really don’t have a problem with anybody’s lifestyle, unless you are a fucking pedophile, then you just need to crawl into your hole and die. Oh, you fucks from Westboro Baptist Church can join the pedophile in his hole because you all are a bunch of sick fucks who deserve one another. I try not to hate people or groups of people, but you sick fucks and my ex-wife are all in a world of your own.
Ooh, lets talk about real mail for a moment, since I have a real mail dilemma so to say. I’ve mentioned once or twice that I stay as far in the fuck way out of my ex-wife’s life as humanly possible, as I don’t need her drams or bullshit in my own life. Life is well living like this. Until yesterday, yesterday I get a letter with her name on it but my address. Hmm, it sparked a giant, long drawn out whhhhaaaaattttt thhhhhheeeeeeee fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the initial shell shock, it caught my eye it was the Veteran’s Affairs office, repeat WTF! What kind of fuckery is a foot? As temped as I was to just run the un-opened letter through my shredder, I paused for a few moments. I did, however, text my daughter and ask her why she thought her mother was receiving mail at my house, I included a picture of the letter so she knew I wasn’t pulling her leg. The initial reply was “WTF DAD?” Exactly, exactly. It is very disturbing. I wanted to call her darling mother but really didn’t want to talk directly to her or her voicemail, so I sent my daughter in to do the dirty work for me, actually, she asked if she should ask, so I told her sure. Her mother’s only reply was she has no clue, no shit, nothing’s changed, nothing will ever change in that regard to her. She claims cluelessness, yet doesn’t want me to open it to solve the mystery, so yes I think she is hiding something because she isn’t as slick as she thinks. She requested I send it to my daughter to be forwarded to her. I sent it back to the VA, a return to sender wrong address message written across the front of it, this morning. The twisted cunt can contact the VA and correct her bullshit on her own free time and on her dime, I have done the right thing, I sent it back because she doesn’t live at my address. My curiosity has been getting the best of me, it was a pretty thick envelope. But, knowing my luck, if I opened it she would get Johnny Law in my ass and who needs that shit at this stage in my life. Drama is not my forte, I don’t need my own, much less some cunt who wishes I was dead. I don’t wish her to be dead, just for her to forget my existence and just move on. Whatever. My eldest daughter, turning 25 later this year, and I had an actual telephone conversation last night, she brought up her mother and asked if I were ready to discuss our falling out with her yet. Nope. I left it where it always has been, your mother cheated on me and felt no remorse, in fact she could never honestly tell me she was sorry or that she wanted to remain married. So be it, and we set the divorce in motion. Then, she turned into a cunt, which is the category she has remained since 1999. But enough about the bleeding cunts in my life.
I appreciate the daily visitors from around the world that visit my blog every day, 2,000+ on a daily basis. I still don’t know what it is y’all are all looking for. Unless its boobs, boobs we have. But, be careful, I will warn you now, if you look at the boobs at work your boss will not be happy with you. But that isn’t here on my main blog anyways, that gets its own set of visitors daily, bobs and tattoos are the perfect combination. Is there anything else? I mean, I must admit, I bounce around quite a bit, having no direction, no theme as it were, tends to be the best direction I’ve ever gone doing this blogging shit. A person visiting here can see an assload of stuff, I’m not justifying the lack of complexity, I’m just acknowledging that writing about only one or two things becomes boring. Who needs more boring in their lives? Not me. I did do allot of thinking while I wasn’t posting here, mostly about the very real chance that I was so burnt out with it all that I was ready to wave the white flag to surrender. But then what would I do? Really, what would I do? Spending time with my family is what keeps me away from here, there is nothing more important to me than spending time with them, as much time as possible. This blog is my hobby, not my daily life. I’m not involved in social media except to promote posts. But, due to this blog and social media I have made some friends, not “friends”, but friends I talk or text with, have meaningful conversations with, and value their friendship. Beyond that, the internet gets pretty boring to me. But, because of the internet, I can talk with all of y’all, tell my stories to y’all, get opinions from y’all, and for the most part just take a break from the real world. So, to finish off this post I would like to answer some questions I have been getting in the email and then we can close this post and y’all can get back to your lives.
01) No, I’m not dead.
02) No, I haven’t been on vacation.
03) Yes, I have been reading my emails & comments.
04) No, I don’t typically reply to emails or comments, its rare if I do.
05) Yes, keep sending in stories.
06) Yes, naked pictures are fine, I can edit them before posting.
07) Yes, I will be having more contests with no prizes in the near future.
08) Yes, I fucking know other words besides fuck.
09) No, your religion doesn’t bother me.
10) No, your sexual orientation doesn’t matter to me.
11) No, the color of your skin isn’t the issue.
12) Yes, there is fuckery in the mist.
13) Yes, bambi on the smoker really does taste good.
14) No, I’ve never been institutionalized.
15) No, I do not suffer from PTSD.
16) Yes, I once wanted to be a catholic priest.
17) No, I wouldn’t return to how life was “before”.
18) Yes, eventually I will get caught up.
19) No, I haven’t quit smoking yet.
20) Yes, my wife has tattoos.
Didn’t see your question answered? Maybe next time. But not now, its time to draw this mess of a post to a close. If I don’t close it then it could go on for ever, and nobody wants to see that shit do they. But, I will return, like a rash with no cure, because I need to do a post about some people with serious butt-hurt real soon. Yes, the haters are going to make another appearance. That is the only teaser y’all get. Go forth now and enjoy the rest of your Cinco de Mayo or for the rest of us, the 5th of May. Remember boys and girls to eat it every day!
Someone sneaks up behind someone trying to be quiet so they don’t get startled while operating a table saw. This picture was taken roughly 4 hours ago after 30 minutes of a great bleed. So what happened? Well, I was trimming a piece of oak that is being used on a cabinet project, on my table saw. My family knows not to interrupt me when power tools are in operations. Just come in, sit down, and wait til I am done. However, this morning, my wife, who was on her way to work, chose to stand behind me and peek at what I was doing. Well, you know the creepy feeling you get when you sense a presence behind you? Mine kicked into hyperdrive to say the very least. When I jumped slightly, the tip of my thumb grazed the blade. Yes, I am lucky I didn’t lose a finger.
So, now I turn to my wife as I turn off the saw, unaware I cut my thumb yet, as my wife has a very horrified look in her face because its squirting blood all over the floor. She just pointed, she was in shock, all she could do is just point while she stood there with her mouth wide open. I grabbed a towel and wrapped my thumb in it, unaware of what was going on, just wanted to get pressure on it to stop the bleeding. At this point my wife, very apologetic like, tells me she is very sorry, and she just knew I was about to come completely unglued because she broke a very important shop safety rule. Did I? Nope. She said she was just looking at what I was doing and didn’t want any saw dust in her, so she stood behind me quietly. After a few minutes I took a peak, I already knew it wasn’t that bad, in fact it didn’t actually hurt, just had a weird tingling feeling. But, it was still dripping blood pretty heavy. I gave my wife a kiss and sent her to work. Once the bleeding stopped, as y’all can see, it just took a very small chunk out of the tip.
The only reason I can guess I bled so much is because my blood pressure medication has a blood thinner in it. Who knows. I do know that it is my texting/typing thumb and it has a numbish feeling I noticed as I am pecking away right now. My wife has called a dozen or so times today, checking in on me, apologing repeatedly, telling me she will never make the same mistake ever again. Just chock this one up in the shit happens category because that is just what it is. It could have been worse so I am just thankful it was just a graze. Anyway, just wanted to share my little funny ha ha y’all and let you see that all it takes is a slight distraction for all hell to break loose. Y’all are now free to carry on with your day.