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Mar 21, 2015

We judge everything we see and hear and this is okay. Sometimes we are wrong and sometimes we are right. Join Tom and Yvonne as they discuss judgement in the world and in facebook groups. 

Mar 16, 2015

Tom and Yvonne Discuss ways people have Quit jobs leaving. Why do some people choose to leave a job in a disrespectful or destructive manner. 

 

Are ADHD People more or less prone to do this? I dont know and I dont know and I dont even remember if we brought it up, but it is late and I am too tired to check into it.

Mar 13, 2015

 

There is an idea that has been buzzing around for years now that we should all work together, and help to “Save the Planet” by recycling all of our discarded refuse. I don’t have a problem with people doing this. People should feel free to do whatever they want with their own garbage, but there are those people who have to make our lives unbearable.

They just have a need to be heard. They have a need to talk about it, and tell us what we should do with our trash. Some even have a need to spout off statistics about how many trees have to die for some newspaper to be printed. They seem to have no tolerance for those of us who have more pressing things to worry about.

You will never find a recycle bin in my front yard. Apparently the type of recycling that I do is not considered recycling by the recycling elitists. Here is the cycle:

1.cdiksdj I buy a can of soda

2. toddler coke1I drink a can of soda.

3.hdjkhfkjsd I toss it out of my car.

4. images (1)One of the dregs of our society who got assigned community service stabs it with a stick, and puts it in a bag.

 

I feel that what I do prevents these DUI sons-of-bitches from sitting around on their asses with nothing to do all day, and these people have the audacity to call this littering.

The truth is; I don’t recycle because it is a BIG pain in my ass. I am ADHD. I do not trade on that fact, and I don’t consider it an excuse for me to neglect my responsibilities. I choose to neglect the things that I deem unnecessary.

Nevertheless, I do well to remember one place to throw my garbage. I have trouble organizing my own life and the things I use every day. I am damn sure not going worry about organizing my own trash that I am all finished with. That includes my compact fluorescent light bulbs (which I love). I just don’t give a shit.

Picture3There are those who have a fear that every time you throw away a piece of plastic, a unicorn dies, but if you recycle it then the planet becomes just a little bit greener. I do not judge them. I just don’t want to join them when they head out to attend the Earth Day celebration. I am fine with their decision to trek across the country in their electric car, holding hands, and singing “This land is your Land”. All I ask is that they not tell me about it when they get back.

Not everyone who recycles is an asshole, but one thing I have noticed is that the majority of people I know that recycle are doing so out of guilt.

This guilt is for leaving their children to grow up in a world that has been stripped of certain
resources. They have guilt that the earth will be hopelessly destroyed and/or poisoned. I believe their guilt is grossly misplaced, and I do not feel the least bit obligated to do shit about it.

Some of you may be carrying this guilt. I know the burden of that, for you, may be heavy. I want you to take that burden, and toss it out the window. Trust me! Someone else will pick it up. Your guilt is unwarranted. None of this is our fault. Our parents are to blame.

My parents and your parents did not give a shit about this planet. They didn’t recycle. They didn’t worry about any of us not having what we need to survive. They littered and burned as much fossil fuel as they damn well wanted to, and so did their parents. In all of the littering, tire fires, oil fires, chemical spills, and oil spills, I can’t with any real conviction say that I felt the sting of it this week. I am doing pretty well as far as I can tell.

Their negligence has lit a fire under our collective asses to create many wonderful products such as; LED light bulbs, solar panels, electric cars (which are complete bullshit), and so on. Let me say that a different way. If it were not for the reckless neglect of our parents treating the planet like their own personal garbage can, we would have been denied the benefit of some really great innovations that have made our world what it is. So what does this mean to us? I will tell you what it means in the words of my brother Phillip Nardone who I once heard say “The world is my ash tray”.

If you think about it every drop of oil you pour into the rainforests of the earth is paving the way for technology to flourish. Every CFL light bulb that you haphazardly toss into your garbage can or out of a window is helping in some small way to make this world better by enticing scientists to come up with awesome products. Your negligence may be what truly saves the planet. Here is a real life example:

tire-fire21Car tires, which are a petroleum-based product, for years piled up and no one knew what to do with them. They would catch fire and burn for weeks. They would cast pollution into the air. We later discovered that if they were to chop them up into small pieces, that they would be a great mulch substitute for the yards and playgrounds of America.

Every American who discarded their tires helped little kids have a place to play. Because of your negligence kids across this great country got exercise and learned valuable social skills that made them better people.


These “earth first” hippies would rather smack these kids off of a swing set with the back of their hands, rather than participate in what we have seen make this country a place to be proud of.

You see, one generation screws us over, and then the next generation figures it out! That is the cycle of life. From tire fires to happy children we did that America. You should be proud!

Everything on earth came from the earth. Therefore everything on earth is natural. What some people call littering or pollution, I call relocating. We take natural resources from the earth and refine them, use them, and then we put them back into the earth when we are finished with them. That seems simple enough to me.

recycle-this-288x300So the next time you are in the grocery store and they say “Will that be paper or plastic?” You proudly say “Plastic”. Say it with you head held high knowing that you are the one who is truly helping this planet, and not the tree hugging bastards that are only stunting its growth, and hurting it’s children with their paper bags and their so-called responsibility.

Recycle if it makes you feel better, but I feel great,

Mar 12, 2015

I really hate it when Yvonne says “Hey honey! Let’s watch a movie on Netflix tonight!” Don’t get me wrong. I love my ADHD wife, and I love spending time with her. However, us watching a movie on Netflix does not consist of us watching a movie on Netflix. It is something entirely different. Both of us are as ADHD as Hell, and it usually goes like this.

We begin by queuing up the movies. Yvonne and I have standards for the movies we watch. There is one requirement that both of us have before it is even considered. The movie must be rated R. No PG, no PG-13, it must be rated R. If it is not rated r, then both of us know that the movie will only be a watered down version of what it could have been. We feel if the director had cared, enough about (his viewers they ) DECIDE ON THEIR OR HE. BE CONSISTENT would have included the right swear words and graphic violence that make a movie enjoyable for the whole family.

In True ADHD Fashion we will begin scrolling through the entire menu, from A to Z. We will stop here and there to watch a preview. This part of the process is much like the old TV program called “The Gong Show” As the preview starts we watch it intently. As the preview is rolling, if either of us sees a red flag, we say, “VETO”. That means stop the preview, and continue scrolling.

Yvonne will immediately veto a movie for the following reasons: creepy/evil children, the lighting in the movie is too dark, or movies about vampires, werewolves, zombies or Satan.

I will Veto any movie that has two people who are obviously going to fall in love. I will veto any movie that has Barbra Streisand, Sandra Bullock, Ryan Reynolds, Ben Aflac, Ben Stiller or Jason Statham. I will also under no circumstances watch any tear-jerking sports movies. Yvonne will not usually enter my man cave because according to her, it is “gross in there”; therefore, we have to watch the “together” movies in the family room where we have only a modest entertainment system. Because of this, I automatically veto any movie I think should be viewed in High-Def or in 5.1 Surround.

This usually takes about an hour, and it is not even over yet. At this point, we will get up and take our bathroom breaks, get something to drink, and maybe pop some more popcorn.

Now an hour has passed, and we have gone through every movie that Netflix has to offer, and determined that they are all shit. Then Yvonne wants to go to the documentaries. She loves them. I have only one rule about documentaries. “Is this a documentary of a rock band?” If not, veto. Then it is on to TV series.

By this time, we have spent about two and a half hours together. We have walked through the muck and the mire that Hollywood has placed before us. We have taken an extensive in-depth tour at “The Museum of Shit-Box Entertainment”. We spent two and a half hours of our lives identifying all the programs that we never want to see. I have to be honest with you; I would not trade a minute of it.

I know that some of you would feel that this process would be like being beaten over the head with a bag of oranges however, it is not. During those two hours, we laughed, talked, asked questions, made comments, talked about the good or bad movies we saw together and apart. We talk of the times in our lives when we saw the older movies with our parents. Yvonne and I interacted and communicated and did not even realize or care where the time went. When we realized what time it was, we laughed about that. I then got up, kissed her, said goodnight, and went upstairs to play with my toys.

Yvonne and I spend some good quality time together. How tragic would it have been to find a movie that we both liked?

I am Tom Nardone, and you are welcome

 

Mar 11, 2015

There are circumstances we find ourselves in which we have a choice to do the right thing or do something else. Most of us most of the time to as we should in spite of what we want to do, but there are certain things of specific things that we simply say,"Screw this, me first the rest of the world can just deal with it."

Mar 10, 2015

My husband is Tom Nardone. Anyone in a relationship with a blogger might have the same issue as me. He is obsessed with blogging, but I think he is even more obsessed with bloggers. When I say obsessed I don’t mean He loves to play games or go to the gym (ha ha). I mean he has lost 40 pounds because he’s so busy blogging that he won’t stop to eat.

 

He not only blogs but now he has joined your community of bloggernaughts to interface with. For him It’s seemingly a blogger love gone cult. He knows and communicates way more online than in real life. But to Tom this is his real life. Don’t get me wrong I’m proud that he’s found a stage for his bizarre and controversial opinions. Blogging also makes him happy.

 

Tom is obsessed with his blogger stats and checks them like a 60 year old woman playing video poker. 300 hits is an all cherry day. His day is shot if people don’t like him or comment. I really liken it to a gambling addiction. Tom sits in front of his laptop after publishing a post, as if it were a video game. He used to bring me his laptop to show me a map of the world on goggle analytics, to brag to me about the wide span of his readers or as I will call them followers. “Hey babe! Check this out they love me in Australia” or “Hey babe! Look I am storming across Europe!!” He pretends not to care that I don’t read his all of his blog.

 

This happens to be true. I don’t read all of his blog. I think Tom is a brilliant writer and he connects well with his readers. The problem is that I have heard this shit a thousand times before, and since I don’t agree with half of the shit he says, I find it to be a reminder of the aggravation of his twisted and non-sense views. Sometimes when I read his blog I just want to pretend we are not related.

 

I have not been working, so I have enabled Tom to spend all of his free time on this. My Tom is ADD so I have been keeping track of the location of his wallet, and keys. I pay all the bills, I beg him to please bring me a load of laundry down to wash, and I am convinced that were it not for my involvement, that he would leave the house and go to work, with two unmatched shoes and not give a shit one way or the other.

 

I just bought him a new pair of shoes with the child-like Velcro straps (that I hate) which he insists on. Tom continued to wear this other pair of shoes that had holes in them because he says he likes them. I of course exercised my spousal privilege and threw them away. He cried like a girl about it. He actually said “Fine, I’m going to throw something away that you like to wear” Yah right! He doesn’t have the balls. I dare him to do it.

 

The only thing he has to do is put gas in his car and go to work for 40 hours a week. I have allowed this life style because I was laid off, but I am going back to work and Tom will have to become an adult.

 

Tom’s life is going to change dramatically. He will have to not only take the trash out to the garage, but also put a new bag in the can. He will have to match his own shoes and keep track of his own keys. He will even have to cook dinner as he will often get home before me. He will even have to take the initiative to put down his laptop long enough to take a shower, as I will not be here to prod him.

 

The truth is that Tom is a wonderful person, and he always steps-up just like he will when I start working. I have always known that I can depend on Tom to be there when I need him. He loves me more than anyone ever has, and it brings him to tears to see me disappointed in him.

 

It is also true that he is the funniest person I have ever seen when he gets mad. I am looking forward to the show.

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Mar 5, 2015

Some of us with ADHD have experienced a life of failure. We try, and we try, but in the end the scoreboard is the same. I am not suggesting we are destined to fail, or victory, for us is a fool’s errand. I am saying some of us with ADHD see it more than most.

I have realized through seeing my brother Phillip that it is a lot of work to be as successful. Phil is a real estate agent, and he brings home the bank. The other thing about Phil is that he works his ass off. He almost never gets a day off and he is always busy. He gets one day off a week and he spends a good portion of that day on his cell phone. Everything he does today affects tomorrow and everything he did yesterday affects him today. SCREW THAT!

 

I love and respect Phil very much. He loves what he does, and seeing him in action and hearing of the multitude of problems he must deal with every day has made me very comfortable being an underachieving slack-ass. I would not do what Phil does if they guaranteed me 150k dollars a year. I would rather just have my job where I go to work and go home. My day always ends at the end of the day. There is a great deal of value in that. I don’t think I would want to own my own business either. What if I had an asshole such as myself working for my company? Ughh!

Mar 2, 2015

 

We have all been told since we were kids lying is wrong. I think it is a fine lesson. Kids lying should not be permitted by parents. They should admit their wrong doings and face the consequences. When I was a child, I did not ever consider lying to my parents. However, I am not a child any more.

There are times when Lying is necessary. We must sometimes, as parents lie to our own children. I know how terrible this must sound but you know you have done it. C’mon you have.  I don’t know who coined the phrase, “honesty is always the best policy”, but they were wrong.

As adults, we know or at least we should know, when to lie and when to tell the truth. I realize most of you have not had any formal training on lying or when to lie so it is my pleasure to be here for you in this capacity. Lets run through some life circumstances where lying is acceptable, fun or both.

Lying to a perspective employer


You are in an interview for a great job. It could pay you more than you ever thought you could make. The interview is going perfectly until the interviewer says “This job requires you have at least an associate’s degree”. The problem is you don’t have an associate’s degree so it is now time to make a choice.

Well here are your choices: You could tell the truth, and continue the agonizing job search, or you could just consider lying. You could simply appear dumbfounded and apologize for the absence of the paperwork for your associate’s degree. Then go home and manufacture it, fax it back to them, and follow it up with a phone call. Some of you may believe this could not possibly work, but I can tell you first hand, you are wrong.

If you decided to tell the truth than you could just take all of your integrity, honesty, morality and decency home to your spouse and hand it to them and say, “Hey honey can you take this and see if you can use it to prepare something for all of us to eat for supper tonight?”

Lying to those who disturb the sanctity of your home

From time to time, an asshole will come to your home asking
 for money or wanting to enter your home for the purpose of demonstrating some piece of shit vacuum cleaner they would like for you to buy. You are home and someone dares to come knocking on your door. Someone is trying to capitalize on this special day while you are off work. They have decided since you are home they have the right to enter your castle and disrupt the only thing that prevents you from being homicidal.

Whether they are interrupting time with your family or time with your Xbox, they are robbing you of that which you are in need of. You should not feel guilty lying to this person if you choose. You are within your rights as a human being to simply say, “Go to Hell!” or “Haul you ass from my sight!”. If you do not wish to be rude,  lying is a fine option. Lying will enable you to use your creativity to turn a bad situation into a fun story to tell your friends or write in your blog about.

It is okay, the world will understand. For instance, you can say, “Hey not to be rude, but you kind of pulled me off of my wife. We were just making whoopy. Would you like to come in and wait for 20 or 30 minutes for us to finish?” Trust me. They will leave.

 Lying to a controlling bitch of a spouse

As a result of my first marriage, I developed skills as a liar that, if there was a market for it, I could go on tour, giving seminars on deception to automobile salesmen all over the country. She had a problem with everything I ever did, and if you know me, you know I don’t really do a hell of a lot. The most important thing she taught me was the importance of lying. I would never to do anything without first getting my lie straight. I knew the lies I told her needed to be quick, rehearsed and executed as if pulled from a holster.

I never went out drinking or whoring around, I am too cheap to drink out at a bar, and too lazy to have an affair. I mean just regular guy stuff. If I wanted to go to a concert with a friend or anything that did not involve her then a lie would ultimately have to be told. So if you are trapped in this situation, where you are not allowed to be who you are. I support your fictional portrayal of the truth 100%.

Liars have more fun


Another thing about lying that perhaps you have never considered, is that it is fun. It is an opportunity for you to use your creativity to a live audience. Telling the truth, yes it is very moral and noble, and blah blah blah. It doesn’t however offer any type of creative outlet. It is actually quite easy. If I am somewhere and a total stranger decides to strike up a conversation with me, I don’t look at them as a person I might have something in common with, or even someone I might find to be interesting. I look at them as a blank canvas that I can paint the most outrageous stories on, and see how long I can hold their interest by gauging their reaction. I find it thrilling to view the outrageousness of my words in the reflection of their eyes.

For example; Years ago I was on a first date at a restaurant/theatre. A couple sitting at our table struck up a conversation with my date and me. I perked right up and could not believe the size of the canvas I was just given. This was a two-fold opportunity for lying awesomeness.

I jumped right in and told them we were married and lived in Chicago. I told this couple that all we do year round is compete in hot air balloon races all over the world. I told them that her dad was the CEO of DirecTV, and that he finances all of our equipment. I went on and on. I even made up a story about our balloon, while on an illegal night-time flight running out of gas got caught on a skyscraper in Las Vegas. I said we hung by the deflated balloon material for 14 hours until we could be rescued by helicopter. They were buying it all so I asked them if they heard about it on the news. I told them that I did six months in the Nevada state correctional facility for operating a hot air balloon in the city limits at night. You should have seen their faces. They were laughing until they were crying.

Where was the wrong in this? I had fun. My date had fun, and the couple sitting next to us could not have been more thrilled to have met us. Imagine how boring this evening would have been for everyone if I were like many people who are categorically opposed to lying on principal.

Lying is not always the best method. I would be remiss not to say it lying is wrong  in any case where someone else will end up paying for your deeds or actions. Lying is wrong when it jams someone else up. I should also say that I personally have never and will never lie to make a story more interesting. If I say something happened than you can be sure that it did. There are times when lying is not wrong and there are times when lying to people is wrong. It is up to you to do what you can live with.

I am Tom Nardone and you are welcome.

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