This Or That –
Rambling Dougie Thoughts
July 9, 2017
DougMaynard.com

Good morning. Are you ready for some football? Oops! I was channeling Hank Williams Jr. there for a moment. He’s coming back to the NFL and Monday Night Football this upcoming season. All together now. Yay! And why am I thinking about that? Hell if I know. I don’t even know why I’m up and awake right now. It’s 8:45am and I didn’t get to bed until a little after 5 and this is the one day each week I can actually sleep late if I want to and damn it, I’m awake. Damn you Donald Trump. (If the Democrats can blame him for everything under the sun… and they do, I can blame him for waking me up too damn early. It’s only logical, right?)

So, since I’m up and awake… well, I’m up anyhow. The whole “awake” part is still undetermined. I’m up and moving about so I guess it’s time to do some ranting, raving, pissing, moaning and Lord knows what else… cause that’s what I do. I may as well get something out of all this and I need to do something here for the site besides just talk about wrestling. This site, DougMaynard.com is supposed to be me, myself and I and our little piece of the world and there is far more to me than just the wrestling thing. I like comics and movies too. And perverted, warped, sweaty, kinky, handcuffs and cheerios man-sex. Yes, I am a multi-layered and complicated man. Or is it that I just like multi-layered and complicated men? I can never remember which one of those actually applies. Should I quit talking and get to actual topics of discussion? Sounds like a plan to me and I will… eventually.

I guess since I want to be professional (Hah!) and have everything I write all prim and proper with titles and headings and lots of innuendo, I’ll call this thing “This or That”. It’s the semi-regular piece where I clean out my wallet, desk, car, etc of all of the little notes I write to myself daily about things that would be good or fun to write about. Or things that just caught my eye or attention and I was going like, “What the… ?”. So it’s time to take a trip into the mind of Dougie and see where this goes today. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Well, either that or grab some popcorn and tag along.

My cat, Goldy, can be a very annoying child sometimes. Don’t get me wrong. I love her and I’m thankful to have her and she’s my fur baby. But damn it all, she’s also a… (wait for it) CAT! I didn’t get to bed this morning until after 5:00am, as I mentioned earlier. And around 6:00am, she came into my room and jumped up on the bed and just stared at me. And then she meowed. And meowed more. She wanted some attention and loving and decided that after only about 45 minutes of slumber, I was the perfect person to come wake up and get that attention from. I woke up at the second or third meow and she’s just sitting there, inches away from my face, looking all sad and pitiful and using her most pitiful voice to say, “Wake up Stupid Human!”. And I woke up. I talked to her, rubbed her knobby little head and tried to be a good human slave to her cattiness presence. Then I got up and went to the kitchen to make sure she had food in her bowl and fresh water. She followed me and made sure I didn’t screw anything up in my sleepiness and then she went to the cabinet where we keep her treats and with a flick of her paw, opened the door, telling me exactly what she really wanted. And of course, I went and got her some treats, putting a few of them on the floor next to her regal presence. And she ate two, left the others and walked off. Damn cat! So I went back to my bed, pulled the covers over my head and just lay there, awake and unable to go back to sleep for nearly thirty minutes before I finally drifted back into slumber. Sometime after that, she must have come back into my room because when I woke up a little while ago, she was curled up in a ball on my bed down by my feet. But these 6:00am conversations and feedings of treats, they need to stop. I need my sleep. *sighs*

A truck comes tomorrow morning (Monday) at the work-place. Over 1200 cases coming in. My back, arms and legs hurt already. I’m getting way too old for this stuff. And the bad part is, aside from our manager, I’m the youngest one there, so imagine how the other guys feel. I think I need a vacation. Or a good massage. Or both. Yeah, that would be nice.

That just scared me. I’m writing this, as you can see, and I accidentially hit something and the screen went blank. I think I put it in sleep mode. But I was sure that I had lost everything that I had written so far this morning. Obviously, I didn’t, but I thought I had. I was about to totally freak out for a moment there. I’m not even sure what I did, but I saved it and this piece continues. It’s a miracle.

Do you know what really grinds my gears? Stealing references from television shows without giving the proper credit and respect. Actually, that doesn’t bother me a bit, but I decided to mention it anyhow and pretend that it does. I don’t know why, but I like to do that sometimes. But the thing that really does irk me and anyone who has ever worked in retail or customer service for any length of time would probably agree. I hate those people that come in and while you’re assisting them, won’t talk or speak at all. They just look at you… hell, sometimes they won’t even do that, and no matter what I say or do or how nice I try to be, they won’t acknowledge my presence or say anything. They just stand there, that disgusted and sickened look on their face, like they’re too damn good to be there and we (I) am so far beneath them and how dare I even speak. I can think of so many things to say about these people, but I’ll be nice and respectful here, even if they’re walking around with their head too far up their ass to return the favor and just sum it up in one word. RUDE! Hell, I generally don’t want to be there either and deal with their ill asses, but I try to be pleasant, helpful and all of that and make it as easy an experience for both of us as I can. And these ass-clowns can’t even speak or interact at all? If I was Chris Jericho, I’d put them on the list, but I’m not Y2J. But hell, guess what? I don’t care. For all of those rude, non-speaking, their crap don’t stink and they think they’re the shizzit ass-clowns, guess what? You just made THE LIST! ‘Nuff said!

Blac Chyna and Rob Kardashian are at war on Twitter and she’s been exposed for being a lying, cheating, two-bit slut and ho. What? She’s really Tammy Sytch in disguise? I’ve been seeing tweet-to-tweet coverage by TMZ over this trainwreck of a relationship and I could really care less, but I’m trying to figure out something. I saw Rob on Dancing With The Stars a few years ago and he had a great booty and looked good. And now, he’s all fat and looks like crap. What happened? Doesn’t matter though. He just needs a good man and what the hell, I’m single and he’s rich so… Call me Rob. To hell with that Nicki Minaj wannabe. You just need a real man and I’d rock your world.

It looks as if the rebooted American Idol will be back on TV next season and from what I’m reading, the new “Judges” will probably be Katy Perry, Lionel Ritchie and Nikki Sixx. Well, two of them are qualified and the other, she kissed a girl a few years ago. It should be interesting to watch. That’s an odd mix.

I forgot to pay the water bill this month. Oh well, I have until the 15th to get it done. I need a shower.

And everything else that is written on my notes is wrestling related, such as ideas for future Top 10 lists, who I would hire if I had my own wrestling promotion and lots of money, etc. If ya’ll only knew the work and thought that I put into this site daily. It may not seem like much yet, but it’s all still just a work in progress and it’s a dream come true for this middle-aged and crazy fat old man. And it’ll get better and better as time progresses. It’s already must-read for a couple of people and eventually, I want it to be must-read for the entire world. Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! (That’s my evil “victory is mine – world dominance laugh). Taking over the world, one blog at a time. I read somewhere that this is how Doctor Doom got started. But he also was raised by gypsies, had his face burnt and tried to destroy the Fantastic Four countless times. I’m not that dramatic or outgoing. I might step on a bug though. And what I am talking about? Hell if I know. Save the world or destroy it… Does it really matter.

I guess I’ll close this up for now. It’s getting boring and I really do need a shower. Actually, I need to go back to bed, but I doubt that will happen anytime soon. But for now, I’m out of here.

Rest In Peace, James Kever Rowell. I miss you and love you buddy!

Have a great one and I’ll talk at you later.

Ubuntu!