I need some good luck!!

Monday I went up to Kenosha to meet with my mom’s insurance agent regarding my dad’s IRA and other accounts.  After the meeting, Mom, my sister, her husband and I went to dinner, then came back to the house.

Mom and I talked for a while after Beth and Geoff left, and I got ready to leave.

I got in my car, turned it on, began backing out of the driveway, and immediately noticed something wrong.

A flat tire.

God. Damn. It.

So I pulled the car back in, opened the trunk, got out the jack and the donut tire, and started jacking up the car.

I got all the bolts off except the last one.

Which I promptly broke off.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

So then I tried to take the old tire off.

It wouldn’t come off.


I rang my mom’s doorbell, and when she answered, said, “Guess what?”

Talk about a string of bad luck.

I spent the night at my Mom’s.  The next morning we called a towing service.  They arrived an hour or so later and got the tire off, and put on the spare.  We drove the car to the service station and Mom drove me home to wait for the car to be repaired.

All this after I told work that I would come back on Tuesday instead of Wednesday because I didn’t want to take another day off. 

I did finally get to work– at about 3pm or so.  But I gotta tell ya folks.  If this string of bad luck doesn’t end soon, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Pray for me that it’s over.  I can’t take anything else going wrong.

(**knock on wood**)

I'm still here

I haven’t died. I am still alive. But buried in projects, work, moving our office AT work, and on top of it all, sheer exhaustion.

I’ll sum up things soon. Keep a light on for me.

What's On Rick's Mind?

Want to know what’s on my mind?

Here… let me slice open my brain and you can see just what’s going on. What, you don’t see anything? Just a lot of guk and organ-y flesh? You’re not looking close enough. Look closer.

Ahh… now you can see it…

Will this week EVER end?!!?

This week is the traditional “Hell Week” before a chorus show, which involves a lot of rehearsal and a lot of long nights. Unfortunately, that part of “Hell Week” hasn’t even started yet… and already I’m ready for a month-long vacation. That’s because in addition to Chorus Hell, I’ve been subjected to Work Hell at the exact same time. Long days, crammed with a million projects, overtime, and tons of running around have been par for the course this week. And it’s only Wednesday. Oh joy.

At least I get paid to do that work– the chorus stuff is all volunteer. But it’s such a labor of love that it doesn’t matter. Besides, as I said the other day, the show is going to be fabulous.

Maybe now he’ll shut the hell up!!!

OK maybe that’s wishful thinking… but Tom and Katie had their baby yesterday. Stop the presses! EXTRA! EXTRA! Crazy fuck and his so-much-younger-it’s-nearly-illegal wife live-in beard gal-pal have their first baby… WOW WEEE… (Which is the same thing that fellow nutjob Scientologist Kirstie Alley said when she found out about the baby’s birth, by the way) Let’s see how much MORE press Tom Cruise can get this month! Have I mentioned how sick and fucking TIRED of him I am? Yes I know I keep bringing him up here, but that’s because he’s on my mind and I want him OFF… I mean… how can you avoid all the news anyway?

And has anyone heard about this whole thing about the placenta?Somewhere along the line, in one of his many millions of interviews about Katie, the baby, and all his Scientology whacko crap, he made a joke that once the baby was born he would eat the placenta. Fry it up and eat it. Like a hamburger or something.

Ew. EWWW. Tom, you are not only fucking NUTS, you are also one sick puppy. Go get help. Or even better– just get lost. Please. God, you make me sick.

On the other side of the coin, Brooke Shields also had a baby yesterday. Apparently, she had it in the same hospital, on the same floor as TomKat. Thankfully, she and the baby are doing just fine (unlike last time when she was suffering from Post-Partum Depression and was taking medications because of it– starting a war between her and– you guessed it — Tom Cruise, who said that Post-Partum Depression did not exist and there was no reason for a mother to take antidepressants. This coming from a man who thinks that people care what the hell he has to say).

So there are two lives entering the world– one to a crazy person (obviously poor Katie doesn’t count anyway– it’s TOM’s baby, after all. Mark my words– they will NOT get married); and one to a loving, fairly normal family (Brooke is cool, I’ve always liked her). Wonder how they’ll turn out in the end? We can only wait and see.

They’re dropping like flies!

First, Chief of Staff Andrew Card was replaced by Josh Bolten; now the heads are rolling all over the place. So we say farewell to Scott McClellan, Bushie’s second Press Secretary, and our old buddy (cough cough), the slimy Karl Rove, gets a few rungs chopped off his ladder as well (Although why we aren’t rid of that slimy slug is beyond me).

But we can’t seem to get rid of rum-soaked Rumsfeld. In fact, all this talk about Iran and nuclear weapons/energy is starting to sound like a whole new cold war to me. And if anyone is capable of starting a new cold war, it’s the RumBush connection. And that worries me more than anything.

Why, oh why, oh WHY are we still putting up with this crap? Why hasn’t Bush been impeached yet for all of his shenanigans? Why is he STILL allowed to open his mouth and form incomplete sentences, basically saying that “Everything is fine” and “We are a strong nation”, when we are as close to ruin as we have ever been?

As someone said recently on their blog (and I apologize for not remembering who it was…) “Would someone please give this man a blowjob so we can impeach him already!?!!”

I couldn’t agree more.

Hell Week Hath No Fury…

As I mentioned already, this weekend is the Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus’ production of “The Ten Commandments: The Musical“. So this week is, thus, “Hell Week” for me. I may be a little quiet for the rest of the week. I will try to post some pictures, though. Especially since I had to grow a full beard for the show. You haven’t seen grizzly until you’ve seen me with a full beard. It’s kinda interesting (and a lot itchy!)… maybe I’ll let you vote– should I keep it, or should I shave it? Hmmm. This could be fun.

Anyway, thanks for taking a peek inside my brain. I have to sew up and get back to work now. Have a great week everyone… and remember, BUY TICKETS! Love you all.

PadCast #5: Let It Be

PadCast #5_ Let It Be

It’s not just the name of a great song. It’s been my mantra for this entire week.

No, Mother Mary did not come to me and whisper words of wisdom… I just found myself saying “let it be” many times over the past week for various situations. From kidney stones to chorus shows to work woes and everything in between. Whisper words of wisdom. Let it be.

From hospital stays to hair that grays to laundry piled to the ceiling; there will be an answer. Let it be.

Hey, you have to look at the humor in life sometimes, right?


The Beatles: Let It Be (from Let It Be… Naked) (click to buy at Amazon.com)

John Denver: Let It Be (from Poems, Prayers & Promises) (click to by on iTunes)

Chained to my desk!

The past two days have been very busy for me… two 12-hour days in a row. So I apologize for not being around very much. I trust that my TV has brought you some viewing pleasure in the meantime. 😉

Chicago is in for a cold snap this week– 20 degree temperatures instead of the 40’s we’ve been enjoying for a while. It’s about time winter comes back for a final punch. All I can say is, watch Rick get sick yet again. 😛

I don’t have much time to chat, just wanted to write and say hi. I think I’m going to read “My Life With Martin Luther King, Jr.” by Coretta Scott King, in honor of the great lady who passed away this week. It’s been sitting on my bookshelf, but it seems that now is a good time to give it a read. I’ll be back soon.