The Best of...

"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it." For the final post I wanted to share the posts I thought were the best here. If you have some favorites, post them in the comments. Thanks again for reading. You can keep this domain book marked, it will eventually be redirected to the new site. Peace and love.

Just doing my part (Bird Flu), posted November 14, 2005 You ate what? (My Sushi Experience), posted November 15, 2005 The war hits home, posted December 17, 2005 The adventures of a habitual traffic offender - parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, posted Jan '06 And so there I was, posted January 03, 2006 Honor among thieves, posted January 10, 2006 This is why I don't call the helpdesk, posted February 10, 2006 Lunch is served and its Mike's Mac, posted February 19, 2006 No good deed goes unpunished, posted February 26, 2006 It's a crappy story, posted February 27, 2006 Bickford Closing Stories - parts 1, 2, 3, 4 <- People dig pt. 4 Why lie... I need a pie, posted March 17, 2006 How have we come to this pass, posted May 25, 2006 The Ladies Man: The Ass Grabbing Incident, posted July 19, 2006

Oh, you're still here?

I know I said this site was dead but I've posted, including this one, three additional posts since. I haven't worked on the new site because I've been out of it most of this week due to, yet again, a horrible poison ivy rash. On 09/10, I decided that the lawn could use a good wacking. So I donned some shorts and slipped on some open-toed sandals. I figured I’d be fine, just go inside and wash with special anti-poison ivy soap I was conned into buying. I had a 15-minute window, so they said. The spinning head of the weedwacker indiscriminately chewed up the over grown grass (and poison ivy) and spit out the shreds, most of which covered my legs and fell on the exposed flesh of my feet. Yadda yadda yadda… I’m on a hefty script of prednisone. Hooray for me! I tried to treat it without going to see the Doc but that wasn't the smartest of choices. I'll be signing over power of attorney to my wife, I'm obviously incapable of caring for myself or making the correct choices for... ANYTHING! First bad decision: wearing shorts and sandals to weedwack. Second bad decision: weedwacking the area poison ivy is known to grow. Third bad decision: believing I really had a 15-minute window to wash the affected area before the outbreak would be absolute. Fouth bad decision: looking up alternate treatments on the Internets to avoid calling the doctor. The OTC antihistamine have totally kept me in a groggy state. Maybe I'll post some pictures of my feet. Maybe if my aunt had a mustache I'd call her my uncle. Who knows. Lots of love, -Mike UPDATE: Decided against the posting of the pictures of the outbreak. While at a wedding one of my lady friends was looking at the pictures I took of the wedding and accidently stumbled on to a picture of my foot. Her reaction pretty much sealed the deal on not posting. The fact that she wasn't totally put off keeps her in the running for next-wife... in case anything happens to the current model.

Because he's my son

Last night on the couch we, my wife and I, asked our son, "Do you know how many people are going to be in your family?" He thought for a moment then began counting. "One," he pointed to himself. "Two," he pointed to me. "Three," he pointed to my wife. "Four," touching her belly. "Five and six," as he then pointed to both her breasts. In his defense, her naturally lovely DD breasts have begun their magical transformation to the legendary DDD status and I guess babies living in breasts are about as realistic to a child as a babies living in stomachs. I thought I was chuckle worthy anyway.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Tonight I went down to mess around at an anti-porn protest in Northampton and as I sat in my car, waiting for the sprinkles to stop, I thought what the hell am I doing with my life? I spent the time from my lunch break to when I left work making a sign to hold as I mingled with the protesters. Looking at the sign, I keep asking myself, why? Why am I wasting time from my family to act out a joke only I’d get the punch line to? I’ve put a lot of thought into this and for the time being, I will no longer be updating this blog and it will eventually be taken down – once it’s all neatly backed-up. I need to take a break from everything that’s not important and refocus on other things in my life. Mike-Henry.com will still be developed, hopefully partnered with Rudius Media. I submitted some stories that I never posted on here for a variety of different reasons including, but not limited to, the fact my mother has been known to read a post or two. Basically, that’s it. I’m out. Lots of love guys! My thanks to MisterOrange.com for his story "Running" that inspired me to start the blog, folks over at AtomicTumor.com for being interesting, RockAss.net for linking to my panhandling story and to all my readers and commenters. I’m taking another three-day weekend this week. On Friday, my wife and I have another baby appointment and my son has his first day/orientation day of his second year of preschool then we’ll be going to the Franklin county fair. After that, it’s anyone’s guess. If you want to contact me for some reason: Leave a comment, I’ll reply… eventually. Email me: editor [at] theendisnow [dot] com Or if that one gives you problems: meice [at] hgenco [dot] org Yahoo IM: stupid_lemon_eater AIM: SymbioteOmega

It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life

Fingertips

While searching for a domain to launch my new site, I came across alot of other Mike Henrys. The majority were in technical fields but this oddball stood out. FYI - I am NOT this Mike Henry. Nope. Nadda. Never. Ok... maybe. P.S. I'm only crazy for Coco-puffs. P.P.S. This week in God is two weeks behind. I missed a week while on vacation. New post later today. Peace.

Crikey! Who didn't see this coming...

My brother-in-law sent me a message earlier today: "DUDE THE CROC MAN DIED!!! SIR STEVE IRWIN IS DEAD, DEAD AND GONE, OH MAN I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS!!!!" The denial hit first, no way was he really dead! What the hell could have taken out the 'Crocodile Hunter'? Really now, come on! But unfortunately my friends, it's true! Steve Irwin really has passed on. RIP 09/04/06. Apparently, while shooting a segment for a series called "Ocean's Deadliest", Steve swam too close to a stingray. According to the article, stingrays have a poisonous barb on their tails and with a lucky stick the beast pierced his heart. As I'm writing this, my son (who snuck downstairs and is sitting with me because he cannot sleep) pointed at Steve's picture with the snake and stated, "Dad, that's the Crocodile Hunter from my Wiggles at the Zoo movie." "I know Ry." Should I tell him, should I not. "The story says he was stung by a stingray. He's not going to be on TV anymore." Carefully played. "He's not? Oh man!" Sourse: MSN.

In memory of Paula Wright

My Great Aunt passed away sometime yesterday after being diagnosed with an advance case of cancer. At this point, the specific illness diagnosis escapes me but when she was diagnosed she wasn't given much time. I can't say that we were particularly close, I can't really remember the last time I talked to her. It may have been at my Great Grandmother's funeral, but I can't say for sure. The last interaction I can remember was over seven years ago when I happened to be behind her and my Great Grandmother in line at the KFC/Taco Bell. I tried waving to them but I didn't get there attention so I fell back on my time tested method: laying on the horn. The two old women, I swear to you, both jumped up and hit their heads on the roof of Paula's car! My Great Grandmother gave a "you damned foolish kid" wave as they got their food then drove away. The service is tomorrow but the obituary feels like it's going to be a small, private service. I'll pay my respects after the service is over and everyone else has gone. Peace and love.