Wall Street Journal Web Site Cookie Handling Sucks

I have a print and online subscription to The Wall Street Journal which is my favorite place for news. I have turned off all cookies in my browser and am allowing only certain specified cookies to be saved on my computer. Wall Street Journal's site will not seem to work this way. I can get all other sites to works properly by turning global acceptance of all cookies, browsing to the site, browsing around the site for a little while to save all the shitty cookies that the site wants to put on my computer and then turning off global cookie access. But not the Journal's site. Sucks! Why should they dictate how I handle my own cookies? Seems unfair and unjust to me. Now I have to turn on global cookie access every time I want to read their site. Maybe I should get my news elsewhere?

My neck, my back, my ***** and my crack? Plus the Best Ice Cream on the face of Earth

The wife left for a girl's weekend and I had the kids to night. After we ate dinner at home I took them to Wal-Mart to buy an ergonomic neck pillow because my neck and back are still bothering me six weeks later. The pain is not as bad- mostly gone but still noticeable. I have been to an ortho doctor and had x-rays but nothing serious showed up on x-rays except some narrowing between my vertebrae and the curve in my neck straightens out a little more than normal. Doctor Campbell says it isn't anything to worry about now. He gave me some exercises to do and sent me on my way.

So I took the kids to Udderly Delicious in Conover tonight after the wondrous trip to Wally World. I always get Preacher's Coffee Ice cream. That shit is so damn good! It has coffee ice cream with chocolate fudge swirls and almonds I think. I only had one scoop but I could have eaten seven.

Samuel Adams Tasman Red

I am drinking a pine tree. At least it has alcohol.

The Crutch

I am at "the beach" with the family- our condo at North Myrtle Beach. The wife took the daughters shopping all day and I hung out with my son Atticus. He wanted so badly to have a skimboard. He saw some other kids using skimboards earlier this week and has since talked about nothing else. So I took him to Ron Jon Surf Shop and purchased him and his sisters each a skim board and wax. Many thanks to the nice man who helped us and advised me on which board to buy. He qualified me correctly and and didn't direct me to the $599 carbon fiber board but the $11.99 wood board for beginners.

We got back to the condo and I took Atticus out and he tried and tried to skimboard but just couldn't quite get it. He wanted to throw it too far in front of him and when he jumped on it, the board had already stopped moving and he wasn't moving fast enough to actually skim on the water.

I realized at that point that he was a little too young to learn from his father and that he may be able to learn faster if he had someone else teaching him.

He kept telling me "daddy, you think it is easy" after I had told him several times that it is hard to learn. Obviously he was picking up on my frustration that he was having a difficult time with him learning. It is really interesting that he can pick up on my frustration. He kept on repeating "daddy you think it is easy" but I never told him that. I guess my body language and tone of voice told him that. Thus, he needs someone other than me to teach him.

So I have consumed some Vodka and strawberry/kiwi sparkling juice (meant for the kids who didn't drink much of it) and Unibrou Trois Pistoles (awesome beer- possibly my favorite) and the Samuel Adams Tasman Red.

After the Unibrou Trois Pistoles the Tasman Red tastes very, very piney. Like a pine tree. I am drinking pine cones.

So now I feel too drunk to write intelligently. Time for me to go to bed.

Adios and Au Revoir.

Good memories

tonight after the kids tennis lessons we grilled out and ate outside. the kids wanted to build a fire in the chiminia. after the fire was blazing really well we all sat around a fire and just chilled. Adrienne crawled up in my lap into my phone and started playing with it. I showed her how to use google sky and a flashlight function and she played with my phone 20 minutes. it feels so good to me when she sits in my lap and talks to me. of course all atticus wanted to do was burn things in the fire. in london brought me a poem that she wrote that the head vertically spelled daddy and for each letter and daddy she made a poem that reads dream always loving daughter darling your daughter who love you a lot, london. it is times like this I would like to remember forever because I know when children never stay the way they are now. everything changes for better or for worse but I just want to lock this day away in my memory and preserve it there forever.

I am sitting outside enjoying the nice fire in the chiminia in trying to listen to nature but being a saturday night and Catawba county all I can hear is the fucking roar of stock car engines from the hickory motor speedway.

I am dictating this post using the speech recognition function on my phone so it will probably be less than grammatically correct but after a bottle of fine winesit really doesn't make a hill of shit to me.

Pain in the Odessa

I am in Odessa Texas for a business trip to see a specific customer. I flew all the way out here and that customer stood me up. Fortunately we were able to see other customers but none as important as the one who I was supposed to see. Things are so busy out here no one seems to know what is going on.

It is difficult for people to find good help because of the economic activity- waitresses in diners are making $15 / hour. So the guy I was supposed to see had been transferred to another job and he had no clue who was going to be replacing the position he left. It would have been nice if he had told us this before we got here.

Odessa Texas is an interesting place. It is extremely busy right now with all the oil drilling. The city seems to be abuzz with activity. This is essentially a desert- it seems that there are virtually no trees- only oak scrub brush and millions upon millions of plastic bags stuck in the scrub. It is flat so the winds always howl and blow everything away and around.

Enough about that- the pain in my back has moved to my upper arms and to my spine. It has not subsided and has been affecting my sleep and work. If I were going to self diagnose I would say that it is Cervical spondylosis because I seem to be exhibiting the symptoms. This really sucks! I am tired of the constant dull pain in my arm, back and neck. It is annoying and interfering with my life. I pop Naproxen but I don't really think it works.

I go to see the doctor on Friday. I hope she gets me an MRI to find out what the hell is causing this.

Still hurts

My right back and shoulder still hurt. The pain has moved more into my right shoulder and into my neck. It still hurts all the time but the pain has subsided just a little bit. I am hoping tomorrow it will be gone.