Friends… Bloggers… Countrypersons… Lend Me Your Reading-Glasses!

As Some Of You May Have Noticed…

…I’ve Been In A Sort Of “Creative-Funk” Of Late.

I’ve Had So Much On My Mind…

…So SO Much, In-Fact…

…That I Sincerely Feel My Blog Has Been Suffering For It.

I’ve Felt Kinda Lost.

I’ve Felt Kinda Overwhelmed.

I’ve Felt I Could/Should Be Doing More.

So SO Much More.

It’s October…

…Which Is Usually My Favorite Month Of The Year…

…And I’ve Spent The Bulk Of It Depressed As Shit.

I’m Not Sure What To Make Of It.

I Mean…

…Yeah, I Know I’ve Had Some Dental Issues That Have Curbed My Little Joy-Ride Several Times…

…And I’ve Been Dealing With A Horrid Bout Of Loneliness…

…But Neither Of Those Are Quality Excuses.

Right Now…

…At This Moment In Time…

…I’m Also Dealing With The Reality That My Cat…



…Is Nearing Death.

She’s Been Very Sick For A Couple Weeks…

…And There’s Really Nothing I, Nor Anyone Else, Can Do For Her.

She’s Stopped Eating, Now.

Her Systems Are Shutting-Down.

She Just Wants To Lay Down, Anymore.

She’s Lost Her Will To Live, Or So It Seems, But I Can’t Bring Myself To Have Her Simply “Put-Down” As The Vet Would Say.

I’ve Never Been As Attached To Any Pet As I Have Been Toward Her…

…So That I Do Know Has Added To This “Funk” I’m In.

Things Are Just Starting To Snowball.

My Hair Is Long, Now.

Longer Than It’s Ever Been.

I’m About Halfway Into Having A Full Beard Again.

As Grandma Would Say, I Look Like A “Ragamuffin” Or Something To That Effect.

I Can’t Go On My Mind-Clearing-Walks Because My Feet Have Dried-Out And Split-Open On The Bottoms In Multiple Places (F-in OUCH!).

My Mouth Hurts…

…And There Are More Dental Appointments On The Horizon.

Years And Years Of Puking-My-Guts-Up On A Daily Basis Has Simply DESTROYED My Teeth.

They’re Weak.

They’re Brittle.

They Break Like It’s Nobody’s Business.

They Make Me Horridly Self-Conscious.

Especially In This Day And Age Where Everyone Strives For That Perfect Smile…

…Ya Know…

…The One I Used To Have.

I Really Could Go On And On, But I’ll Digress From That Point.




…And It Works-Out To A Simple Answer:

October Is Now My LEAST Favorite Month.


At Least…

…This October Is.

Perhaps Next Year Will Be Better.

I Sincerely Doubt It Will Be Better…

…But That Doesn’t Mean I’m Not HOPING It’ll Be Better.

I Just Need To Find A Way To Snap-Out-Of-It Somehow.

Ya Know Ya Know, My Peeps?!?

I Just Haven’t Yet Figured-Out The SOMEHOW Part.

I Just Know I Have To Have My “A”-Game Grooving By This Time Next Week.

I’m Taking A Weekend Trip To Chicago, Next Weekend.

My BFF Lives There…

…And I Haven’t Seen Him For Nearly THREE (3) Years.

His Brother…

…My Other BFF…

…Is Picking Me Up Friday, And We’re Making The Drive.

I’m Super Stoked About That…

…Though I Admit The Bulk Of My Excitement Is Buried Deep Down Inside Me.

You Know Me…

…It’s Not Easy For Me To Outwardly Show My True Emotional States.

But I DO Promise Y’all I’m Looking Forward To The Trip With Anxious-Anticipation.

I Just Don’t Want To Show-Up On His Doorstep In A Severely Depressed State Of Heart And Mind.


…I Think I’m Going To Shut-Up, Now.

No One Likes Reading A Blog Where The Author Just Sits About And Rambles On About His Pathetic-Excuse For A Life.

So I’ll End My Ramble.

Just Please Please PLEASE, My Peeps, Take Good Care Of Yourselves…

…And Take Good Care Of Each-Other.

I’m Sure I’ll Be Back To Ramble With Y’all Again.

Hopefully Very Soon.

L8r L8r, Tater-Tots.


Alright Kiddies, Let’s Jive A Moment…

Ya Know

‘Cause I Really Really Wanna!



I Ended-Up Back At The Dental Office.

The Pain I Was Experiencing Was Far Greater A Pain Than I’d Been Dealing With While The Broken Tooth Was Still In Place.

Turns Out




But Not JUSTΒ  A Dry Socket

There Was A Large Flap Of My Gum That Had Become Dislodged During The Tooth-Removal

And That Was Causing Me EVEN MORE PAIN.



I’m Now Home From The Dentist, And Am Doing Much Better.

They Re-Numbed The Area

Then They Packet The Crater With A Medicated Material.


They Stitched The Flap Of Gum To The Other Side Of Said Crater.

Needless To Say

Thus Far

The Pain Has Subsided.

Of Course, They Did Numb-Out The Whole Area

So I Likely Won’t Be Feeling Anything There For A Little While.


There’s Only One Thing On This Earth More Intolerable To Me Than Pain


My Friends And Family Know This

So Blatantly Ignoring Me Is Something None Of Them Ever Try To Do.

And I Know If They Are Using That Tactic On Me, I Sincerely Must Have Done Something To Utterly Piss Them Off.


Drifting From My Point, A Bit.


YES, For Now, I Am Experiencing NO PAIN!


Of Course, I May Be Singing A Whole Different Tune Once The Numbing-Stuff Wears Off.

I Should, However, Be In Less Pain Even When It Does.

I’m Hopeful, Anyway.

And I’d Appreciate It If Y’ALL Would Be Hopeful, Also.

I’m Tired, Now.

I Need Something Cold To Drink, Now.

So I’m Going To Shut-Up, Now.

Take Care, My Peeps.

I Shall Holla More When There’s More To Holla ’bout!

Much Love To You All.



As The Veil Of Pain Lifts, I Find That I’m Still In Pain…

It’s Just In A Different Way.

Tooth Pain = GONE! πŸ˜€

Jaw & Gum Pain = HOLY SH*T, THIS HURTS! 😦

But That’s To Be Expected, Right?!


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Yeah, My Peeps…

…So They Ended-Up Having To CUT The Tooth Out.


The Dentist Got In There To Scope-Out The Situation…

…And He Gave Me An Option.

I Could Either Go For The Ole…

Root-Canal And Crowning


…He Could Just…



I Hated Both Options.


…In The End…

…Those Were The Two I Was Given.


…We Went With Pulling-The-Bastard-Out.

Needless To Say…

…The Pain The Tooth Itself Was Causing Is No-More.

So That’s GREAT!


But Sheesh Does My Mouth Hurt!


The Dentist Started Wrenching The Pesky Molar Out, But It Simply Wasn’t Breaking Free.

He Tried And Tried And Tried…

…But It Was Nothin’ Doin’.

Then He Says To Me…

Brad, I Think We’re Gonna Have To Go To The Next Step. Now, This Won’t Hurt A Bit.

And Then He Added This…

Well, It Shouldn’t Hurt A Bit. But If It Does, Just Raise Your Hand.

And So He Broke-Out The Drill And Went To Scoring The Tooth.

And It DID Hurt.


…I Get Another Dose Of The Numbing-Agent Used…

…And He Goes Back To Work On My Broken Tooth.

The Tooth Ended-Up Being Removed In PIECES.

It Just Wouldn’t Budge.

So He Broke It Apart.

When It Was All Over…

…I Looked Toward The Spot Where I’d Seen Some Of My Tooth Being Placed.

It Looked Like A Little Grenade Had Gone-Off In My Mouth.

The Tooth Was Simply Scattered About On The Little Table.

The Dentist Then Said…

Wow, That One Just Didn’t Wanna Come Out, Did It!?

…To Which I Replied…

At Least It’s OUT!

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I Really Just Wanna Say THANK YOU, My Peeps.

Thanks For All The Kind Words And Well Wishing.

I Appreciate All Of It GREATLY.

And I’m Sorry I Haven’t Posted Much The Last Couple Days.

My Head Simply Wasn’t In The Game.

Now That The Great Tooth Caper Is Over…

…I’m Confident I’ll Be Back With Y’all On A More Full-Time Type Basis.

Much Love To You All, My Peeps.

And THANK YOU Again!


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