Bitterbarn’s Weblog

aka “The Bull” (some content not suitable for children or religous zealots)

flex those abs girls.

Do you work out, like ALL THE TIME? Like me?
I don’t feel like I am getting the results the infomercial says I will.
I remember as a young lad in gym class coach would say something about keeping my ab-domino muscles flexed when I exhale. Which I do… I totally do. Maybe I exhale at the wrong time??? I usually flex my abs and push them out as hard as I can. Thats what they mean. Right? When they say “flex those abs”!!! My wife who teaches or taught aerobics told me if you don’t “flex” said abs you could get a little “pooch”. well I do, I most definantly do. I don’t want to get a pooch like this guy so I flex my abs as hard as I can.fatmatt

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May 20, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | | 4 Comments

act of GOD

well, I accidently deleted the post about mooning my sister-in-law. I was gonna retype it but…. I didn’t want to. I just considered it an act of GOD. and you should too.what ch a doing

May 20, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

widgets

I was just loading my car to go to the airport, we are going to visit my wifes family in Cleavland of all places. My sister-in-law is medical resident. I was going through my self prescribed therapy that has me putting all my differences with medicine aside for the week. (to keep the peace) I started thinking when did I become so jaded toward medicine and capitalism and “the man” anyway. Then I was caught up in a vision.
When I was in the 11th grade I worked at a furniture store in Murray Utah. I delivered the furniture. Horrible job actually, we delivered marble tables at times up several flights of stairs. I got the job because one of my church leaders was the store owner. He must of thought it a very cleaver way to exploit children by paying them 5 bucks an hour to ruin their backs for life. Anyway one day were to deliver a black table to a woman in park city. After searching for the item in the warehouse we came back to the store owner and told him we could not find the table. He told us “oh its in the back here I am almost done with it”. We went to the back office and found a half white half spray painted black table. As he finished spray painting the rest of the table he gave us a can of spray paint so we could touch it up in the truck when we got the womans house.
Thats they day I learned what business was about. Selling widgets, no matter the moral cost. I have translated that to what goes on in our health care system and I must view medicine as the store owners.
It led to one of my two great rules that I live by and challenge anyone to dissprove. rule #1 is “nothing is real”

hey… its a bitterbarn.

May 7, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , | 4 Comments

Cupon addict.

The other foot.

My wife; bless her saintly heart is always trying to make me better. I don’t know if it is for her sake or mine. I assume the later but who knows really. I suppose; or hope you wife is the same. Can you think of something she wants you to be “better” at. Its nice to have someone trying to make you better 😉
I think she is addicted to coupons. between you and me I think we get like 10 news papers every week, so we have a plethora of cupons. She goes out to these stores and robs them blind. For example; a few weeks ago she went to albertsons and bought 5 boxes of cereal and at the end of the transaction THEY owed HER 5 bucks. We have more food storage than we have ever had. I am certain fruit loops will make through a nuclear winter. She says she can feel it getting out of hand though. We have cupons tacked to the wall with yarn running from one to another and maps of stores. LIke on a beautiful mind, or something you might see in a serial murderers apartment. I think its time for a twelve step program honney.

April 24, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | | 2 Comments