What's up today (bullchiting) thread.

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Some rain here today. And we need it! Several projects finished and the ground now finished off with the landscape rake.

Feels great to have these done. Weather has been great for vacation.

 

Not sure if this is the right place to share this. It was brought to my attention today. I would have never given it a thought. but now........

 

Are you enclosing your porch? I did mine. I insulated it and put in all insulated glass doors and windows. I leave my porch open the the house all year around. Never gets below 68F

 

Yes, it's going to be very hot for some time.

Glad I got my new boat trailer lights installed. Wetll be headed to the lake both Saturday and Sunday.

 

It is tough to make decisions like that when the idea for it was so far ahead of time. It will be a big adjustment but not as big as if you wait until the following year. I hope some of her classmates will be able to make the move with her.

 

Mine had a concert (she’s in chorus) and at 8:30 this am pulled her wisdom teeth. Liz is afraid of needles, Coming off of the anesthesia, she says dad did I say anything dumb??

my answer Liz This is the time that you can say absolutely anything and everybody will forgive you because you’re coming out of anesthesia. It was a golden opportunity. And you missed it

 

Weeds knocked down-check
A/c units installed-check
Boat ran on muff in driveway-check
Gear packed for weekend at buddy’s lake house -check

now if work didn’t get in the way we could head up tonight! Early to bed pushing mud with the schwing in the am.

 

That is downright disgusting.

 

Am doing so! My wife and I have wanted to screen it in for a loooong time. When it came time to do it this year we talked about it and decided to enclose it with BIG sliding windows. Insulated the walls and will insulate the floor from the underside as well. This will give us a true three season porch and no more being driven inside by bugs. Little bastards!

 

Another early AM in the shop working on bathroom cabinets. Got the door panels cut to fit and pre-finished...so all door are now ready for glue-up. Also got the false drawer front edges profiled. Down to a lot of sanding and finish.

 

Nice work our friend! I wish I had your talents!

 

I wish I had a lot of your talents!and lukem abilities

 

Intermittent explosive disorder is a mental illness which can cause a good person to temporarily, suddenly, for no apparent reason, turn into a savage person capable of doing horrible things such as acts of unprovoked violence, so forth. If these episodes occur at the wrong time and the person is not able to calm themselves, it can lead to job loss, jail time and worse. When the episodes subside the person will usually be left confused and horrified at what they have done. If they are not aware of the mental illness, even a person who is not religious may draw the conclusion that they must be possessed by a supernatural force. Once educated to the mental illness, it can be more devastating than relieving because it's often easier to believe that you are possessed and some other entity is responsible for your body's actions than to admit you have a mental illness (and even harder to openly seek help). The disorder can also involve periods of anxiety and varying degrees of impatience and hostility in between the full blown outbursts.

Now, Some religious people may believe that mental illness is just our name for the demons who put us to the test. At any rate, this poem is about a man who the mental illness has pushed to the brink and he has lost all hope.

"I Surrender"


"Tonight's the night, I can't take this anymore.
I've got nothing to go on living for.
There's a demon inside me, and it's taken my life from me.
And it's hurt my friends, it's tortured my family.

For the one who's never given up on me, I thank you, I love you with all my heart.
But I have to give up on myself now, and the time has come that we must part.
I'm sorry that I've hurt you at times, but you're no more confused than I,
I can't always control myself and I don't truly understand why.

I'm going down a tunnel, but I'm going away from the light,
And I couldn't turn around and find my way back home to save my life.
I've been on the edge a long, long time, but I'm jumping off tonight,
The demon's taken everything, ruined my world, ruined my life.
I tried to be like Jekyll, but I'm paying for the crimes of Hyde,
Don't follow me, we won't make it back alive.

I hope you know, though I've hurt you, I'm the one who suffers more.
When the demon leaves for a little while, I cry in shock and horror.
Some cry over spilt milk, I take a fit of rage with less.
I can't contain the anger I didn't know I had repressed.
I hate myself for what I've done, I thought I tried my best.
It's not like me to hurt a soul, I have to be possessed.

I've tried all my life to better myself, but I'm worse as time goes by.
It's about time I surrender, so it's here I say good bye.
I don't know where I'm going, don't know how I'm getting there.
It's all the same now, I can't be at peace anywhere.
I may as well take an empty gun, and point it at a cop.
They'd shoot me or throw me in jail, either way it has to stop.
On the other hand I could take my car, I could just drive far away,
And find a peaceful place to sit and starve until I pass away.

God bless those who gave me far more chances than I deserved,
But I'm going down a road so dark, I can't see where to swerve.
It wasn't me who hurt you, I can't make you understand.
I can't understand myself, let alone explain to another man.
I love you all, I always have, I only wish you well.
But the only light at the end of the tunnel now is the flaming pits of hell.
I have a little running room, but nowhere left to hide.
Don't follow me, we won't make it back alive.

I wake up every night in a cold, sticky sweat.
I can barely sleep for nightmares, my days are plagued by deep regret.
I can't live with myself, but I don't have the guts to rid myself from the earth,
Even though I'd probably be saving so many more from hurt.
I feel nothing at all, and it seems useless to pray.
The demon and the devil probably had my soul from the beginning anyway.
I'm a shell of a man, with an angel on my shoulder, who I know is doing right,
And the grip of an unseen hand too powerful to fight,
Guiding my body to do things that my heart never would or could,
I've resisted it for all these years, but it never did no good.

The angel still talks to me sometimes, in a language I forget.
Her voice is getting fainter, I'll be deaf on that side yet.
They say good always wins, well my angel has lost,
I'd give all I have to help her, but I can't afford the cost.


Last night I dreamt I faced my judgement at the pearly gates...
They never said a word, just started laughing in my face.


You've stayed with me, in spite of it all, because of faith or endless love.
I've only fallen further every time I've tried to rise above.
You've been there for me no matter what, but you can't be with me now.
I'm almost to the end of a dead end road, and you have to turn around.
I'll be six feet under soon, I'm already dead inside.
Don't follow me, we won't make it back alive."

 

You need professional help