As the end of the year keeps coming at you, it's hard not to look back on a tough year. In the same instance though, you're hopeful for a better 2010. Then for some of us 2010 scares the hell out of us. There are lot of changes that will be taking place. A ton of my friends, and hopefully us as well, will be starting our families. Some will be doing that new years resolution, that usually ends after about two months of trying. And then there are some of us that really don't have a choice, we have to change.
This year I saw some scary preludes to where my health and future might be heading. To me, I gained a lot of weight. My blood pressure has finally become a big enough issue that I have had to address that with meds. During this "work on blood pressure" period, I learn that I have high triglycerides and high cholesterol. Well ok that's usually what happens when you gain weight, and 30 pounds is pretty much a lot of weight for me. So I'm on meds now for that as well. However, I figured that I could just lose the weight and get things under control better. How wrong I was.
I pretty much need to completely change everything about me to bet this. It's either that or have a heart attack/stroke early in life and die. Well maybe not die but you get the seriousness of this. Does anyone really know how hard it is to completely change everything about you, that you have done for the past 30 years? I have been reading websites about this and I can forgot drinking, smoking, sweets, good tasting food, and anything that has sugar in it. I need to work out at least 30 minutes a day for 5-7 days. I need to take in about 1000 calories a day - no make that 100 calories a day. I can burn that all off. Honestly, at this point in the game I would rather take death over having to change everything about me. I can't believe I have to stop drinking. I wonder if my heart can take one more night of it. I do plan on drinking tonight.
So even though 2010 already looks like it's going to SUCK and be a very difficult year, maybe it won't be that hard. It's going to teach me a lot about myself. It's going to be a hard change. I know it's for the best but damn, what sucky way to start the year. Oh bring it on!!!
And there were some great things about '09. Many reconnections with old friends and loved ones. So many great memories with friends. The trips, the concerts, the late nights, and all the booze... So '09 didn't completely suck!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
shutting a ghetto bitch up
Ok now I throw my title out there not in reference to all girls, just the two behind me that need to shut the hell up and do some work. I don't care if you are taking a lunch, take it somewhere were I don't have to listen to your voice. I would just as soon as kick a kitten in the throat then listen to the two of you talk. Rules that I have come up with:
1. when you say something, DO NOT REPEAT IT FOUR MORE TIMES. It was bad enough that I had to hear you say it once. "he will find a way" coming out of your mouth three other times is just plain torture
2. when one of you are talking, the other one should really learn to not talk at the same time. This is just pure common sense and courtesy to the other one. Instead you both just start talking really loud and in ghetto ass street slang. That makes me want to set a ICU wing on fire.
3. It would probably be best if both of you just stopped breathing all together. You're nothing but a waste of space anyways. Both of you bitch and complain so much about having to do your job...what's the point...ok one two three....hold your breathe.
4. I know you have enough work to be doing where you shouldn't have time to talk...I assigned you an ass load of work. (are you still holding your breathe...good). Shut the hell up and start working. Charlie Sheen does not need your advise, your opinion, or to even know that you're thinking about him...NEITHER DO WE. yes this is what the conversation was about.
5. Keep holding your breathe
I felt the need to vent. They're just so damn annoying. of course I don't want anything bad to happen to them, but it would make my life, the ICU wing, and all kittens around the world have a better day if they weren't around me.
(disclaimer) this is only a means to vent my frustration at a few people. This blog is in no way meant to be a threat or any kind of terroristic attack on ghetto people. However if you're reading this and have a problem with MY OPINION, I'm going to group you in with the ghetto bitches! Oh and get the hell off my blog if you don't like it. (disclaimer)
1. when you say something, DO NOT REPEAT IT FOUR MORE TIMES. It was bad enough that I had to hear you say it once. "he will find a way" coming out of your mouth three other times is just plain torture
2. when one of you are talking, the other one should really learn to not talk at the same time. This is just pure common sense and courtesy to the other one. Instead you both just start talking really loud and in ghetto ass street slang. That makes me want to set a ICU wing on fire.
3. It would probably be best if both of you just stopped breathing all together. You're nothing but a waste of space anyways. Both of you bitch and complain so much about having to do your job...what's the point...ok one two three....hold your breathe.
4. I know you have enough work to be doing where you shouldn't have time to talk...I assigned you an ass load of work. (are you still holding your breathe...good). Shut the hell up and start working. Charlie Sheen does not need your advise, your opinion, or to even know that you're thinking about him...NEITHER DO WE. yes this is what the conversation was about.
5. Keep holding your breathe
I felt the need to vent. They're just so damn annoying. of course I don't want anything bad to happen to them, but it would make my life, the ICU wing, and all kittens around the world have a better day if they weren't around me.
(disclaimer) this is only a means to vent my frustration at a few people. This blog is in no way meant to be a threat or any kind of terroristic attack on ghetto people. However if you're reading this and have a problem with MY OPINION, I'm going to group you in with the ghetto bitches! Oh and get the hell off my blog if you don't like it. (disclaimer)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
What do you do when you can't do anything at all
That's the question that's on my mind right now. What do you do when something goes wrong and you don't have the power to fix it? What do you do when something is out of your control, that's not even your problem but you're stuck in the middle?
What do you do when you can't do anything at all?
Here's my answer to that. You fight like hell and stand by those that need standing by. You fight like hell and love those that need love until your heart breaks. You fight like hell while every single tear you have in your body falls off your face. You fight like hell because there is no other option.
What do you do when you can't do anything at all, you fight like hell.
What do you do when you can't do anything at all?
Here's my answer to that. You fight like hell and stand by those that need standing by. You fight like hell and love those that need love until your heart breaks. You fight like hell while every single tear you have in your body falls off your face. You fight like hell because there is no other option.
What do you do when you can't do anything at all, you fight like hell.
Monday, December 14, 2009
A Gift
During the holiday season we all become very thankful for what we have. This is what we're taught from the every early ages of childhood. After a while though, it kind of loses it's luster. Deep down we are thankful and feel very blessed, but on the outside their just words we say in a minute of conversation and we go on about our business. We say we're bless with a roof over our head but bitch about the condition of the house. We say we're blessed about having a vehicle but bitch about something that is wrong about our car. We all say we're blessed and thankful for something but then we bitch about that same thing. This weekend however, I really got to see what it's like to either not have much or not have anything at all. That really puts into prospective how blessed I am.
Yesterday, Christine, Brian, and myself volunteered with the HEB feast of sharing (I believe that's what it was called). At first I really wanted to find a way to back out of it because I just wanted to be lazy Sunday. Brian and I had gone out Saturday night and had fun, got home late so Sunday was a day for rest. I can actually say that I'm glad I didn't miss this. This event was open to all of Houston, but really centered on feeding the homeless and those that might not have enough to feed their entire family.
We get to the United way, get signed in, and get our T-shirts. Then we got loaded onto the bus and taken downtown to the George R Brown convention center. I job was guest advocates. All we had to do was walk around and greet people. tell them where things were and make sure the guest were taken care of. To speed through the story, here is what I saw when our guest were sitting down.
I got to thinking about what if I was homeless, how would I feel about seeing people better off than myself smiling at me while I walk in to get a free meal because I don't know when I will eat again. I kind of figured I would be a little put off but I was completely wrong. These people came in what pretty much all they had, be it a back pack or a bag dragging on the floor of clothes. I realized then, that I should be really be thankful that I had a closet for my clothes. That I had the means to wash my clothes every Sunday. These people walked in past me and were smiling, telling me Marry Christmas, thanking me for what I was doing. Granted I wasn't expecting a thank you, that's not why you do charity, but it was a heart felt from someone that that was all they were able to give me. It was probably the best gift I will get this Christmas.
After people were sitting down eating, I would walk up and down the isles asking if everyone had enough, if they needed extra napkins, or if they needed anything else. It's hard to put into words what I saw looking at these people's faces. If it was a family with kids, the parents had a look of relief because their kids were getting a good warm meal. It was relief that they didn't have to worry about if their kids would have enough to eat. There were several times I had to choke back a tear because it was peaceful to see a family not worry about food for one meal. To be a part of that. The look on the homeless man's face when he had eaten himself into a near food induced coma. It was the face you and I make every time we over eat because we have the money and the means to do that. I won't bitch that much about my weight anymore, it just means that I'm well feed and I don't worry about not eating. It broke my heart when one homeless man asked if he would have another plate because he was still hungry.
Yesterday I got to be a part of something that was very touching. Yesterday I got to watch the stress and worry fade away from people that have to deal with more stress and worry than I ever will. To watch a mom's face be happy because she doesn't have to worry if her kids got enough food to eat. Our world, our personal world revolves around money. If you have it then you're better off than most, but I learn, which I always knew, that there is something more important that money. The most important thing I can ever give is my time.
I'm thankful for a lot of things. I'm blessed to have a lot of things. Right now, I'm thankful and blessed that I still have time on this early to make someone's day better for just a little while.
Yesterday, Christine, Brian, and myself volunteered with the HEB feast of sharing (I believe that's what it was called). At first I really wanted to find a way to back out of it because I just wanted to be lazy Sunday. Brian and I had gone out Saturday night and had fun, got home late so Sunday was a day for rest. I can actually say that I'm glad I didn't miss this. This event was open to all of Houston, but really centered on feeding the homeless and those that might not have enough to feed their entire family.
We get to the United way, get signed in, and get our T-shirts. Then we got loaded onto the bus and taken downtown to the George R Brown convention center. I job was guest advocates. All we had to do was walk around and greet people. tell them where things were and make sure the guest were taken care of. To speed through the story, here is what I saw when our guest were sitting down.
I got to thinking about what if I was homeless, how would I feel about seeing people better off than myself smiling at me while I walk in to get a free meal because I don't know when I will eat again. I kind of figured I would be a little put off but I was completely wrong. These people came in what pretty much all they had, be it a back pack or a bag dragging on the floor of clothes. I realized then, that I should be really be thankful that I had a closet for my clothes. That I had the means to wash my clothes every Sunday. These people walked in past me and were smiling, telling me Marry Christmas, thanking me for what I was doing. Granted I wasn't expecting a thank you, that's not why you do charity, but it was a heart felt from someone that that was all they were able to give me. It was probably the best gift I will get this Christmas.
After people were sitting down eating, I would walk up and down the isles asking if everyone had enough, if they needed extra napkins, or if they needed anything else. It's hard to put into words what I saw looking at these people's faces. If it was a family with kids, the parents had a look of relief because their kids were getting a good warm meal. It was relief that they didn't have to worry about if their kids would have enough to eat. There were several times I had to choke back a tear because it was peaceful to see a family not worry about food for one meal. To be a part of that. The look on the homeless man's face when he had eaten himself into a near food induced coma. It was the face you and I make every time we over eat because we have the money and the means to do that. I won't bitch that much about my weight anymore, it just means that I'm well feed and I don't worry about not eating. It broke my heart when one homeless man asked if he would have another plate because he was still hungry.
Yesterday I got to be a part of something that was very touching. Yesterday I got to watch the stress and worry fade away from people that have to deal with more stress and worry than I ever will. To watch a mom's face be happy because she doesn't have to worry if her kids got enough food to eat. Our world, our personal world revolves around money. If you have it then you're better off than most, but I learn, which I always knew, that there is something more important that money. The most important thing I can ever give is my time.
I'm thankful for a lot of things. I'm blessed to have a lot of things. Right now, I'm thankful and blessed that I still have time on this early to make someone's day better for just a little while.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Spinning your wheels
I'm pretty sure that everyone has felt this way once or twice in their life. Where you feel like you're in a movie. You're standing in a busy plaza and you're standing still right in the middle. The camera is going in circles around you and you're in slow motion but everything around you is going super fast. I know you have. Belinda and I have had several, about once or twice a year, conversations about this and what it's supposed to mean. When you're at this point in life, is this fate turning around to waiting for you to pick which road you're going to go down? Is this fate just playing jokes on you. Or is there a higher power pulling you some where?
I believe we're all here to do something great. That greatness might just be a simple smile that is glued to your face, and you're "great" job is just to make one person a day smile. After all, it only takes one smile to turn some one's life completely around. Are you that person? Is your "great" supposed to be saving people's life. Has everything you have done in your life lead you to a career or a path where you're saving people left and right. Maybe be a writer, a teacher, the president of some company or the USA. What is your "great", what happens if you missed that greatness you were supposed to do. Deep down you know there is something in you that is great. You feel it in every bone and fiber in your body, but you know without a doubt that you're not doing what you're supposed to be. Is that impasse you're at your time to decided if you're going to follow your great path? What if you don't know what your greatness is, how do you choose what path you go down.
So instead of finding out what you're supposed to be doing with your life, you stand still. What if you just keep walking and fate gets tired of stopping you, do you lose that greatness you were supposed to be doing. Can you get to old to achieve your greatness? Why are we really here?
Lately this is what has been going through my head. I'm stuck in the middle of the plaza and I see everyone speeding off on their daily deeds. Am I unhappy with anything, God no. I'm very happy with my family, career is ok (who really loves their job all the time), my life is good. But just out of reach is my greatness.
Fate hates me...haha. I do wish there was a book that knew everything you were going to do in life and you got to sneak a peak at it at least three times in life just make sure you were on the right path. But then again, what is the right path?
I believe we're all here to do something great. That greatness might just be a simple smile that is glued to your face, and you're "great" job is just to make one person a day smile. After all, it only takes one smile to turn some one's life completely around. Are you that person? Is your "great" supposed to be saving people's life. Has everything you have done in your life lead you to a career or a path where you're saving people left and right. Maybe be a writer, a teacher, the president of some company or the USA. What is your "great", what happens if you missed that greatness you were supposed to do. Deep down you know there is something in you that is great. You feel it in every bone and fiber in your body, but you know without a doubt that you're not doing what you're supposed to be. Is that impasse you're at your time to decided if you're going to follow your great path? What if you don't know what your greatness is, how do you choose what path you go down.
So instead of finding out what you're supposed to be doing with your life, you stand still. What if you just keep walking and fate gets tired of stopping you, do you lose that greatness you were supposed to be doing. Can you get to old to achieve your greatness? Why are we really here?
Lately this is what has been going through my head. I'm stuck in the middle of the plaza and I see everyone speeding off on their daily deeds. Am I unhappy with anything, God no. I'm very happy with my family, career is ok (who really loves their job all the time), my life is good. But just out of reach is my greatness.
Fate hates me...haha. I do wish there was a book that knew everything you were going to do in life and you got to sneak a peak at it at least three times in life just make sure you were on the right path. But then again, what is the right path?
Thursday, December 3, 2009
How to act while peeing next to another guy!
Dear stale neighbor,
I don't care where we are or how well I know you, when my junk is in my hand peeing please do not think it is ok to carry on a conversation with me about ANYTHING. I don't care if you're family burned in a house fire or if you just won the lotto, I don't want to hear about it at that time. You can keep your mouth shut for a minute, channel the enter guy in you. There is a big reason why we don't ask all of our guy friends to go to the bathroom with us!! I don't help, and we're not going to solve any of the world's issues in that short amount of time.
Another thing I feel the need to educate you on is this, if there are three stales open, if I take the far right one, YOU NEED TO TAKE THE FAR LEFT ONE. It is always customary to leave one stale open. Reason being is to cut down on pee chatting! Plus, I don't want to find out how good your aim is. There's proof on the floor that not all the liquid makes it into the toilet, so I don't want to feel it or see it on my shoes!!! Bathroom time is not male bonding time! And I be damned if you touch me while I'm still peeing, that's ground for an ass whooping like never before. Yes I had someone pat me on the back once and no I didn't whoop ass. He looked like he could take me while still peeing. Seriously guys, we as men we can NOT slack up on this. It's a slippery slop to girlsville group gathering in the bathroom. I will fight against that will every last drop of pee I have before we have group gatherings!!
I don't care where we are or how well I know you, when my junk is in my hand peeing please do not think it is ok to carry on a conversation with me about ANYTHING. I don't care if you're family burned in a house fire or if you just won the lotto, I don't want to hear about it at that time. You can keep your mouth shut for a minute, channel the enter guy in you. There is a big reason why we don't ask all of our guy friends to go to the bathroom with us!! I don't help, and we're not going to solve any of the world's issues in that short amount of time.
Another thing I feel the need to educate you on is this, if there are three stales open, if I take the far right one, YOU NEED TO TAKE THE FAR LEFT ONE. It is always customary to leave one stale open. Reason being is to cut down on pee chatting! Plus, I don't want to find out how good your aim is. There's proof on the floor that not all the liquid makes it into the toilet, so I don't want to feel it or see it on my shoes!!! Bathroom time is not male bonding time! And I be damned if you touch me while I'm still peeing, that's ground for an ass whooping like never before. Yes I had someone pat me on the back once and no I didn't whoop ass. He looked like he could take me while still peeing. Seriously guys, we as men we can NOT slack up on this. It's a slippery slop to girlsville group gathering in the bathroom. I will fight against that will every last drop of pee I have before we have group gatherings!!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Knocked down a peg or two.
Yesterday will go down as one of the worst days, at least to me. Actually it was pretty funny, but even still, yesterday was a very dark day for Matthew... This adventure started about two weeks with some funky rash on my love handle, actually it's like love tire store, but whatever. So after two weeks I decide that I should go to the doctor and get it checked out. First I wanted to see if I could figure out what it was that I had growing on my side. Webmd here I come!! That site is the DEVIL! By the time I got off that site I had canceraidsmalaria bumps and I should just make peace with my maker because I wasn't going to live past 3:43 that afternoon. So I schedule an appointment for the doctors office, but couldn't get in until Tuesday Dec 1. So I was like great if I make it to 3:45 then I will be able to make it to my appointment. I had also planned on talking to the doctor about a few other things...weight lose, stop smoking, and my high blood pressure.
Tuesday comes and it's time for my appointment. Doctor comes in, no bed side manners at all. It's all business. So she looks at my bumps and throws out several names but then says she can't tell because it's all dried up. Then gives me a general antibiotic just to cover everything, hell I could have saved the money and taken all the other crap I had and cleared it up. But the real fun part started when we started talking about my high blood pressure. Yeah both times I was checked yesterday it was around 140/105. Yeah how great is that for a 30 year old. So she is like, well you're going die. (not really but that's what I heard) She asked me about working out, and was telling me about seriously changing my diet...(again really bad news) and what all has to start happening now.
This is how it started. Working is a no no because that puts pressure on my heart. Well, I will be pissed if I die in the gym, not the way I want to go but I'm not going to stop working out. I'm way to close to Ruby size to just sit here. Next I needed to pay more attention to what I eat and be heart healthy! Then what pushed me over the edge was this, TAKE ONE A DAY and we will see how this works. In two weeks you need to come back for a complete physical to determine what exactly we need to do, but we're going to get this taken care of. Do you know what that kind of conversation does to a 30 year old person that feels way to young to be dealing with this?
I get home, read up on what the doctor gave me since she only gave me samples and didn't discuss it with me. No I don't like her, but I will see this through. I take my meds, fought back a tear because as the pill slide down my throat, so did my youth. Then dinner came, I logged all my food intake for the day, the calories and all that crap. Then I measured out my food and used a saucer plate for dinner.
It really sucked to have to do this. Hell it makes me want to crawl in a hole now and cry. However if I want to live past 40 I guess it's something I need to do. It's easy to change when you know it could literally kill you if you don't. Yes I'm probably being a little over dramatical with this, but the truth is, I'm not has healthy as I thought I was. Now I have to do something if I want to be around for a long time. Tomorrow isn't promised! So...
Good bye youth!
Tuesday comes and it's time for my appointment. Doctor comes in, no bed side manners at all. It's all business. So she looks at my bumps and throws out several names but then says she can't tell because it's all dried up. Then gives me a general antibiotic just to cover everything, hell I could have saved the money and taken all the other crap I had and cleared it up. But the real fun part started when we started talking about my high blood pressure. Yeah both times I was checked yesterday it was around 140/105. Yeah how great is that for a 30 year old. So she is like, well you're going die. (not really but that's what I heard) She asked me about working out, and was telling me about seriously changing my diet...(again really bad news) and what all has to start happening now.
This is how it started. Working is a no no because that puts pressure on my heart. Well, I will be pissed if I die in the gym, not the way I want to go but I'm not going to stop working out. I'm way to close to Ruby size to just sit here. Next I needed to pay more attention to what I eat and be heart healthy! Then what pushed me over the edge was this, TAKE ONE A DAY and we will see how this works. In two weeks you need to come back for a complete physical to determine what exactly we need to do, but we're going to get this taken care of. Do you know what that kind of conversation does to a 30 year old person that feels way to young to be dealing with this?
I get home, read up on what the doctor gave me since she only gave me samples and didn't discuss it with me. No I don't like her, but I will see this through. I take my meds, fought back a tear because as the pill slide down my throat, so did my youth. Then dinner came, I logged all my food intake for the day, the calories and all that crap. Then I measured out my food and used a saucer plate for dinner.
It really sucked to have to do this. Hell it makes me want to crawl in a hole now and cry. However if I want to live past 40 I guess it's something I need to do. It's easy to change when you know it could literally kill you if you don't. Yes I'm probably being a little over dramatical with this, but the truth is, I'm not has healthy as I thought I was. Now I have to do something if I want to be around for a long time. Tomorrow isn't promised! So...
Good bye youth!
Monday, November 30, 2009
OMGFML!!!
For the past two weeks I have had a rash of red bumps on my love handle...no it's not carpet burn for anyone that has jokes! It first it looked like in grown hairs, there were only a couple of spots, but now there are colonies of bumps. Two weeks now I have had these bumps, just thinking that i got into something it will go away. Here is where the OMGFML comes into play.
So last night we decided that I need to put something on it to see if that will help clear it. Mind you, it wasn't really itching last night nor has it itched the entire two weeks I have been growing this disease! So I put caladryl on it...and it goes to itching. Today I itch from head to toe. So whatever is living in my love handles is PISSED! So I decide that I need to look this up and see if I can figure out what I have. Dr. Maisen here jumped on Webmd...now we all know that Webmd was created by the DEVIL!!! At the end of my Doogie Howser wannabe, I figured out I had cancer, aids, malaria, and either shingles or bed bug bites. So now I really have a lot to talk to the doctor about tomorrow when I see him!!! Not only did I not figure out WTH I actually have, I now have 5 more things that Webmd has told me I have!!
So tomorrow I will let everyone if I have bugs or a virus. So just to be on the safe side, if you have been around me in the last two weeks and have not had chickenpox...WATCH OUT FOR BUMPS!!!!
So last night we decided that I need to put something on it to see if that will help clear it. Mind you, it wasn't really itching last night nor has it itched the entire two weeks I have been growing this disease! So I put caladryl on it...and it goes to itching. Today I itch from head to toe. So whatever is living in my love handles is PISSED! So I decide that I need to look this up and see if I can figure out what I have. Dr. Maisen here jumped on Webmd...now we all know that Webmd was created by the DEVIL!!! At the end of my Doogie Howser wannabe, I figured out I had cancer, aids, malaria, and either shingles or bed bug bites. So now I really have a lot to talk to the doctor about tomorrow when I see him!!! Not only did I not figure out WTH I actually have, I now have 5 more things that Webmd has told me I have!!
So tomorrow I will let everyone if I have bugs or a virus. So just to be on the safe side, if you have been around me in the last two weeks and have not had chickenpox...WATCH OUT FOR BUMPS!!!!
Attack of the food baby
I should have written this a few days ago, but I was in a coma. Not really sure how many of you have experience but it usually happens twice a year. Ok for normal people it happens twice a year. It's when you eat so damn much that you put yourself in a food in induced coma. Then when you're able to become Mobile again, you realize you are with food baby. Thursday mine was very gassie! The baby would move, or want MORE sweets, or the other half of the ham, all the same. So after I fed my baby, more greens, a little more ham, alot more frozen fruit salad, and just a tiny bit more 7 layer dip, he was finally tired of eating. Thank God I remembered elastic pants thursday...holy cow.
There was so much food it was like we were feeding the homeless in Houston. The food wrapped around the counter, like normal, but continued all the way to the stove. It was insane...damn I'm getting hungry again. There were like seven different pies, so much dressing, which wouldn't be to bad right now. A Cajun Turkey, was pretty good, and a sweet ass ham...mmmmm.
I think what impressed me the most was that my family kept it together for the entire day of thanksgiving...after midnight that was something completely different! I remember sitting in the chair in the living room getting so excited that the Macy's day parade was about to start. I'm 30 and can remember every year getting so excited about the moment the parade started. The house I grew up might not be my house anymore but it will always be home. Have one of my favorite aunts in the kitchen getting stuff ready, making way to much damn noise. Knowing that other favorite aunt was coming, my uncle, hearing my mom snore because was still a sleep. Seeing granny hide her beer in a cup with a stray...classy. While all that was going on I got the warm and fuzzies. No matter where we are in life or who has left us, not matter if you're in the house you grew up in or a strangers house, as long as your family is around, any place is home.
There was so much food it was like we were feeding the homeless in Houston. The food wrapped around the counter, like normal, but continued all the way to the stove. It was insane...damn I'm getting hungry again. There were like seven different pies, so much dressing, which wouldn't be to bad right now. A Cajun Turkey, was pretty good, and a sweet ass ham...mmmmm.
I think what impressed me the most was that my family kept it together for the entire day of thanksgiving...after midnight that was something completely different! I remember sitting in the chair in the living room getting so excited that the Macy's day parade was about to start. I'm 30 and can remember every year getting so excited about the moment the parade started. The house I grew up might not be my house anymore but it will always be home. Have one of my favorite aunts in the kitchen getting stuff ready, making way to much damn noise. Knowing that other favorite aunt was coming, my uncle, hearing my mom snore because was still a sleep. Seeing granny hide her beer in a cup with a stray...classy. While all that was going on I got the warm and fuzzies. No matter where we are in life or who has left us, not matter if you're in the house you grew up in or a strangers house, as long as your family is around, any place is home.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Gobble Gobble
The big day is almost here Mr Turkey. I want to express my deepest sympathy to your family and their loss. I know it must be hard on them, but you're just WAY TO TASTY to skip. Thanksgiving is like a double edge sword. On one hand it's great. It's the one day you can eat your ass off and not feel bad, at least until the next day when you still can't move. But on the other hand it sucks because the holidays are half way over. Yeah if you really sit down and look at things, once you're past Thanksgiving you're on the downward slope to end of the holidays. Which means another 9 months of suckage. Where you find stupid things to have parties for...like adult slip and slide parties. Fun in theory but painful the next day.
I do have ONE HUGE COMPLAINT! STOP PUSHING CHRISTMAS SO FAR INTO NOVEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
C'mon people, decoration for Christmas two - three weeks before Thanksgiving is a little much. Having Christmas music playing weeks before Thanksgiving is going to completely ruin the holiday spirit. By the time Christmas really does get here, we're all going to be loading our guns to hunt Rudolph and your bitchy little rain deer friends....yeah is the game you want to play with us!?!?! We're going to have land mines placed in the fireplace in hopes that we blow Santa's fat ass right back into the sky. I blame retail for this...do you see what you're doing to us retail assholes!!!
But because it is time to be thankful... I.E THANKSGIVING. I would like to tell everyone what I'm thankful for.
I'm thankful for Brian and the love he provides to me. And also thankful that after almost 9 years he is still willing to put up with my ass. (See comment about landmines and Santa)
I'm thankful for all my friends that provide endless hours of laughter, jokes, love, and support.
I'm thankful for all my family. My life would not be what it is without all the values, morals, and plain ol' commen sense you have taught me over the years. Just wish you guys would have taught me to spell better!
I'm very thankful for my mom. I love her with all my heart. She is one of my best friends. Thank you for being my mom! You probably should have been more strict on the spelling, I do really blame you on this failure!!
So to my many 8 reads, which is actually just 6 because for someone reason Robyn and Sadie are on there twice, I hope you guys all have a wonderful Thanksgiving break. Eat until you're pants button becomes a threat to all that seat around you. Eat until you can't feel your left arm, I hear heartattcks are GREAT for weight loss!! Eat until you're ass is so huge the US post office gives each side it's own zip code!!!
I do have ONE HUGE COMPLAINT! STOP PUSHING CHRISTMAS SO FAR INTO NOVEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
C'mon people, decoration for Christmas two - three weeks before Thanksgiving is a little much. Having Christmas music playing weeks before Thanksgiving is going to completely ruin the holiday spirit. By the time Christmas really does get here, we're all going to be loading our guns to hunt Rudolph and your bitchy little rain deer friends....yeah is the game you want to play with us!?!?! We're going to have land mines placed in the fireplace in hopes that we blow Santa's fat ass right back into the sky. I blame retail for this...do you see what you're doing to us retail assholes!!!
But because it is time to be thankful... I.E THANKSGIVING. I would like to tell everyone what I'm thankful for.
I'm thankful for Brian and the love he provides to me. And also thankful that after almost 9 years he is still willing to put up with my ass. (See comment about landmines and Santa)
I'm thankful for all my friends that provide endless hours of laughter, jokes, love, and support.
I'm thankful for all my family. My life would not be what it is without all the values, morals, and plain ol' commen sense you have taught me over the years. Just wish you guys would have taught me to spell better!
I'm very thankful for my mom. I love her with all my heart. She is one of my best friends. Thank you for being my mom! You probably should have been more strict on the spelling, I do really blame you on this failure!!
So to my many 8 reads, which is actually just 6 because for someone reason Robyn and Sadie are on there twice, I hope you guys all have a wonderful Thanksgiving break. Eat until you're pants button becomes a threat to all that seat around you. Eat until you can't feel your left arm, I hear heartattcks are GREAT for weight loss!! Eat until you're ass is so huge the US post office gives each side it's own zip code!!!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
when big brother knows...he knows
I'm not going to say that I'm right ALL the time...99% is more like it. I was 100% correct about this. So my sister, my pride and joy, the girl that can do no wrong, the apple of my eye kind of stuff, got her first boyfriend a while back. Now I'm freaking out because she isn't old enough to date. She should still be that goofy little redded girl that liked to play dress up and barbies. I guess I blinked and she grew up. So she is dating this little boy and she is all excited. The phone either glued to her ear while both of them listened to each other breathe, because for the life of me I can't figure out what all they could have talked about. Or her fingers speed texting 150 words per minute.
The big day comes when I get to meet this boy. My mom dropped me and my cousin off at the baseball game where this kid was playing and jayme was watching. My cousin Sam and I thought it would be funny to embarrass her and we did a good job of it. Sam was all about his sling shot that night. So the game ends and bam it's introduction time. My sister walks over with this guy, and I just smell it...it was a combo smell of tool and douch. The boy didn't even look at me when he said "sup" and half heartedly shook my hand. That was the first red flag this guy was a complete and utter waste of my sisters time. When you go to shake someone's hand, you look them in the eyes and you grip.
So to make a long story short, I find out the boy has been talking trash about my family. Ok big deal, I'm sure it's nothing we all haven't heard before. But then the kicker comes out. I'm very protective of my sister. I will kill you if you look at her wrong, but I'm also protective of my brother, even though he could take care of himself. As the big brother, I feel that it's my job. I kind of feel sad for Jayme because she has two big brothers. I have watched both these two group up, time has been vested in them. I would do anything for all my siblings. Oh and let me throw in my sister-in-law. She is awesome, so my umbrella of protection has been extended to her. I suddenly feel very mobster!!!! Sorry got side tracked
Anyways what really pissed me off was this douche was talking trash about something in my brother's past and who knows what he was saying about my sister. It's probably a good thing I don't know. I think my brother is polishing his brass nuckles, that fool is going to see the shine before the lights go out...haha. My only concern is that he better never lay a finger on my sister. like I told her if he ever hurts her, I'm going to be feeding his nut sack to his mother, and then I'm going to position myself as head bitch to the most powerful person in prison.
I'm way to pretty to last long in prison alone. But if protecting my family is how I get there, I'm cool with that.
The big day comes when I get to meet this boy. My mom dropped me and my cousin off at the baseball game where this kid was playing and jayme was watching. My cousin Sam and I thought it would be funny to embarrass her and we did a good job of it. Sam was all about his sling shot that night. So the game ends and bam it's introduction time. My sister walks over with this guy, and I just smell it...it was a combo smell of tool and douch. The boy didn't even look at me when he said "sup" and half heartedly shook my hand. That was the first red flag this guy was a complete and utter waste of my sisters time. When you go to shake someone's hand, you look them in the eyes and you grip.
So to make a long story short, I find out the boy has been talking trash about my family. Ok big deal, I'm sure it's nothing we all haven't heard before. But then the kicker comes out. I'm very protective of my sister. I will kill you if you look at her wrong, but I'm also protective of my brother, even though he could take care of himself. As the big brother, I feel that it's my job. I kind of feel sad for Jayme because she has two big brothers. I have watched both these two group up, time has been vested in them. I would do anything for all my siblings. Oh and let me throw in my sister-in-law. She is awesome, so my umbrella of protection has been extended to her. I suddenly feel very mobster!!!! Sorry got side tracked
Anyways what really pissed me off was this douche was talking trash about something in my brother's past and who knows what he was saying about my sister. It's probably a good thing I don't know. I think my brother is polishing his brass nuckles, that fool is going to see the shine before the lights go out...haha. My only concern is that he better never lay a finger on my sister. like I told her if he ever hurts her, I'm going to be feeding his nut sack to his mother, and then I'm going to position myself as head bitch to the most powerful person in prison.
I'm way to pretty to last long in prison alone. But if protecting my family is how I get there, I'm cool with that.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Dear Homeless group that stand on the corner
Dear rotating homeless group that stands on the corner going into my neighborhood. First off, don't think I don't recognize you and your friends. Is this some kind of foolery you're trying to pull on all us sitting at the red light. Oh before I forget, tell the lady that wearing new pink and white Reebok's that that does not help you're case in begging for money!!! Yes that really happened. Back to what I was saying. Yes I have noticed that it's the same group of people switching out days on this corner. Now either this corner is a hot spot for begging or you're really running a scheme on us. I don't appreciate this. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to stop giving money.
Second, I really wish your traveling group could travel to a new corner. It really getting hard to way to act like I don't see you, and just because my window is down does NOT mean that is an invitation to walk up and beg!!!! Just because my window is down doesn't mean I have money to give you. Because of you and your friends, I can tell you everything that is on the right side of the road, but when I look to the left, it's like looking at a foreign country...MOVE TO ANOTHER CORNER. Go to the corner by the bank, that should be like the Hollywood of corners, not the corner by the car wash. Now that I think about it, I guess the corner with the car wash is the best place because everyone is going to have quarters.
But seriously, go to a different corner. It kills me to look at you all sad and dirty. I wonder what went so wrong in your life that you have to beg. Maybe I should follow you one day to see where you end up at night, to see if you're really homeless? Alot of times you make me feel bad because I have a good life, but I work hard for that life. I'm sure you can do it as well, but for some reason you have given up, why? Why must you assault my window with a pungent smell and bad breath begging for a dollar when there is a taco bell and a walmart that would probably hire you if you tried.
So you to and you're traveling carnie crew that occupy the corner on my way home...MOVE!!!
Second, I really wish your traveling group could travel to a new corner. It really getting hard to way to act like I don't see you, and just because my window is down does NOT mean that is an invitation to walk up and beg!!!! Just because my window is down doesn't mean I have money to give you. Because of you and your friends, I can tell you everything that is on the right side of the road, but when I look to the left, it's like looking at a foreign country...MOVE TO ANOTHER CORNER. Go to the corner by the bank, that should be like the Hollywood of corners, not the corner by the car wash. Now that I think about it, I guess the corner with the car wash is the best place because everyone is going to have quarters.
But seriously, go to a different corner. It kills me to look at you all sad and dirty. I wonder what went so wrong in your life that you have to beg. Maybe I should follow you one day to see where you end up at night, to see if you're really homeless? Alot of times you make me feel bad because I have a good life, but I work hard for that life. I'm sure you can do it as well, but for some reason you have given up, why? Why must you assault my window with a pungent smell and bad breath begging for a dollar when there is a taco bell and a walmart that would probably hire you if you tried.
So you to and you're traveling carnie crew that occupy the corner on my way home...MOVE!!!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Life lesson 138
Ok life lesson 138 has to do with eating. twice this has happened to me in the last two weeks. Have you ever either cooked something that was unspeakably good or had something made for you that was like licking heaven? Well both of those things have happened.
First it was one chilly night and I decided we needed Frito chili pies for dinner. I don't know if it was just the fresh corn chips or a really good batch of chili or the double layer of cheese, but everything just molded together to become the best FCP I have ever had the pleasure of eating. The first bowl went down WAY to smooth and fast. My stomach was lying to me when it growled again for food. Now that I think about it, that might have just been a bowel movement. My body was making room for what was about to happen next. So I decided that I needed another bowl, of the same size as the first one. That was mistake number one! So I'm on the couch with my second bowl and make mistake number two! I continue to eat this awesome heavenly treat even though my tummy is yelling NO MORE. Finally I have to put the bowl on the other end of the table just so I can't reach it...I threw up that night...FCP doesn't really sound so good anymore!!!
Second time was last night. Aunt Mandi made my absolute favorite dish, other than meatball con queso...oh that brings up another time...NEVER EAT 25+ MEATBALLS COVERED IN CHEESE!! You will find yourself in a food coma. So back to Aunt Mandi's Meatloaf, so I talk her into making me some over the weekend. She cooks me TWO loafs! OMG, I'm in food heaven! I'm about to tear into one of these loafs like a...I don't know but it wasn't going to be pretty. So to make a long story short...After I took out most of the first pan, I wasn't feeling to pretty, in fact i wasn't feeling anything past my waist for a couple of hours.
So life's lesson 138, unless you want to be happily miserable, learn to push the plate away after one plate!
First it was one chilly night and I decided we needed Frito chili pies for dinner. I don't know if it was just the fresh corn chips or a really good batch of chili or the double layer of cheese, but everything just molded together to become the best FCP I have ever had the pleasure of eating. The first bowl went down WAY to smooth and fast. My stomach was lying to me when it growled again for food. Now that I think about it, that might have just been a bowel movement. My body was making room for what was about to happen next. So I decided that I needed another bowl, of the same size as the first one. That was mistake number one! So I'm on the couch with my second bowl and make mistake number two! I continue to eat this awesome heavenly treat even though my tummy is yelling NO MORE. Finally I have to put the bowl on the other end of the table just so I can't reach it...I threw up that night...FCP doesn't really sound so good anymore!!!
Second time was last night. Aunt Mandi made my absolute favorite dish, other than meatball con queso...oh that brings up another time...NEVER EAT 25+ MEATBALLS COVERED IN CHEESE!! You will find yourself in a food coma. So back to Aunt Mandi's Meatloaf, so I talk her into making me some over the weekend. She cooks me TWO loafs! OMG, I'm in food heaven! I'm about to tear into one of these loafs like a...I don't know but it wasn't going to be pretty. So to make a long story short...After I took out most of the first pan, I wasn't feeling to pretty, in fact i wasn't feeling anything past my waist for a couple of hours.
So life's lesson 138, unless you want to be happily miserable, learn to push the plate away after one plate!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Life lesson # 137 & 137A
I learned a very important lesson this weekend. Gambling isn't for me. I thought gambling on a few NFL games would be fun. How wrong I was. I was stressed, it was to close, my heart and wallet couldn't handle the pressure. So I have decided that after tonight's game I will stick my tail between my legs and leave the betting to others.
I really only wanted to spend 50 bucks on to games...reasonable yes, affordable sure. So when I get the confirmation text letting me know my bets were locked in at 50 a game, I really thought a brick was about to fall out of my ass. But hey I have been learning on how to place these bets, I'm gold. I know it's going to be a sure thing. I should have bet on my ass screwing it up, that would have been a sure thing. So in a matter for three hours I'm down 55 bucks.
I also learned a little side note. When you're married/together with someone money changes things. I learned that if you're up it's "our money" but now that I'm down it's "my" money. So life's lesson #137A is very important to get settled BEFORE any bets are placed. It's very important to know who's money it's going to be when the game is up...and at many point in time you where "we really don't have the money for that", just know if you're life out of the dog house depends on your team winning.
So make sure you know what the hell you're doing, or you have magical powers to change the outcome. The dog house isn't pretty, it's cold, and fart smells don't ever really go away. I hope everyone can learn from my life lessons...
I really only wanted to spend 50 bucks on to games...reasonable yes, affordable sure. So when I get the confirmation text letting me know my bets were locked in at 50 a game, I really thought a brick was about to fall out of my ass. But hey I have been learning on how to place these bets, I'm gold. I know it's going to be a sure thing. I should have bet on my ass screwing it up, that would have been a sure thing. So in a matter for three hours I'm down 55 bucks.
I also learned a little side note. When you're married/together with someone money changes things. I learned that if you're up it's "our money" but now that I'm down it's "my" money. So life's lesson #137A is very important to get settled BEFORE any bets are placed. It's very important to know who's money it's going to be when the game is up...and at many point in time you where "we really don't have the money for that", just know if you're life out of the dog house depends on your team winning.
So make sure you know what the hell you're doing, or you have magical powers to change the outcome. The dog house isn't pretty, it's cold, and fart smells don't ever really go away. I hope everyone can learn from my life lessons...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Do you think it's us??
Last night Brian and I sat down to really talk about this adoption thing. I don't know if we're just to the point where we are ready for this to be over with or if there is a legitimate reason we're feeling this way. It seems that we continue to hit road blocks with CPS. Our casework is the one lady that I had to get a little short with...that was before we knew she was going to be our case worker. We requested information last Monday and I just sent a follow up email to our case worker to see what the deal was. Well last night me and brian talked about the fact that maybe we're getting the run around because we're gay...I know big shocker that we're gay. I get that not everyone agrees with it, hell there are people in my family that don't agree with it. Do they treat me and brian different no. If that's the only reason, then CPS is actually hurting themselves. Yeah I understand that it's not the "norm" to have a house with two dads, but really in today's culture should that really be an issue. Shouldn't we be looked at more as, wow there are two people that want to take children into their home and provide a safe, warm, and loving place. A place that wants the struggles of being parents and to give someone a chance. We're not looking for a pat on the back or anything like that. Just treat us fair, and I'm not sure CPS is doing that. If we could afford 20-30k to do private adoption then yeah it would be a much better option for us. I just get so frustrated sometimes because I know that Brian and I will be great dads, great parents but it's road block after road block. What really pisses me off is that these people that keep popping out babies don't even want them, but we have issues getting placed with one of those children. Where is the fairness in that? Yes I am very impatient, I always have been but damn when we meet with our case worker we were told "there has been an influx of babies in the system" and yet our case study hasn't been submitted once. I think I have gotten to the point where I'm just rambling on.
Not that it's ever really going to happen but part of me is ready to just give up. No kids, me and brian could travel more. We could lay out all night if we want, or pick up and go on a road trip. Wouldn't have to worry about another person but us. Yeah just keep the house full of dogs and we would be set. I know I'm just frustrated and everyone said this is how it was going to be. Maybe I can become a hooker and save enough money for private adoption.
Not that it's ever really going to happen but part of me is ready to just give up. No kids, me and brian could travel more. We could lay out all night if we want, or pick up and go on a road trip. Wouldn't have to worry about another person but us. Yeah just keep the house full of dogs and we would be set. I know I'm just frustrated and everyone said this is how it was going to be. Maybe I can become a hooker and save enough money for private adoption.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
shooting up an army base...really
Ok so by the time you read this you will more than likely hear about the shooting at Fort Hood. First off, how the hell are you going to shoot up an ARMY BASE. I have to labol those people as pure dumb asses. Here is the reason why...the army base as more guns than you do...you will not make it out of there alive. As most of you know, the shooting happened in the readiness area. That's where our troops are getting ready to over seas. The first of many questions are:
What the hell are you thinking? These are men and women that have given their life to protect ours. It's people that have bigger balls than I do, to protect our freedom. Why would you shoot at them?!?! Second, it reports that it was fellow soilders. Are you that pissed that you didn't get promoted? How are you going to kill you're brothers and sisters like that. I'm not in the army but I know several people that are, and they always talk about it being a brotherhood. How are you going to shoot your brothers? I can't understand what goes through someone's head that would make them come to the final decision to shoot and kill anyone much less people in the service.
The 12 people that have already died, were fighting for YOUR right to even join the army. They were fighting for YOUR right to even carry the gun you killed them with. They were just fighting all of YOUR rights, is that how you show respect? I'm greatful everyday that someone I don't know fights for my rights. It takes a special person to do that, even if they never see a war. It makes my heart sad to know that people are that evil. IF you're that unhappy or that pissed off, kill yourself not others. I hope God puts the shoots and everyone involved in a special place in hell. I usually don't like to wish bad things upon people, but those people I do. As for the soldiers that lost their life, I pray that God has open arms when you get to Heaven and maybe a VIP section for you to hang out in. I pray for the families that have to suffer threw this kind of loss. I pray that God blesses them with peace and understand.
My hat is off to all those that serve, to all those that have laid down their lives so that I can sleep in peace at night, and to those that lost their life today.
What the hell are you thinking? These are men and women that have given their life to protect ours. It's people that have bigger balls than I do, to protect our freedom. Why would you shoot at them?!?! Second, it reports that it was fellow soilders. Are you that pissed that you didn't get promoted? How are you going to kill you're brothers and sisters like that. I'm not in the army but I know several people that are, and they always talk about it being a brotherhood. How are you going to shoot your brothers? I can't understand what goes through someone's head that would make them come to the final decision to shoot and kill anyone much less people in the service.
The 12 people that have already died, were fighting for YOUR right to even join the army. They were fighting for YOUR right to even carry the gun you killed them with. They were just fighting all of YOUR rights, is that how you show respect? I'm greatful everyday that someone I don't know fights for my rights. It takes a special person to do that, even if they never see a war. It makes my heart sad to know that people are that evil. IF you're that unhappy or that pissed off, kill yourself not others. I hope God puts the shoots and everyone involved in a special place in hell. I usually don't like to wish bad things upon people, but those people I do. As for the soldiers that lost their life, I pray that God has open arms when you get to Heaven and maybe a VIP section for you to hang out in. I pray for the families that have to suffer threw this kind of loss. I pray that God blesses them with peace and understand.
My hat is off to all those that serve, to all those that have laid down their lives so that I can sleep in peace at night, and to those that lost their life today.
Monday, November 2, 2009
oh Halloween, oh Halloween
Oh great Halloween, oh great Halloween,
You came in so fast and gave us a bash,
We partied hard, we partied right,
We even partied with might,
Oh great Halloween please come back soon,
Once a year isn't enough...You know what -- how about you stick to that yearly schedule. After all the jello shots and the beer I don't know if my body could handle you coming around more times.
This Halloween was a blast. All our friends got dressed up and partied hard into the wee hours of the Nov. morn. We had zombie michael jackson, Jesus was there, along with a french maid. A priest carried jello shots on a cross. We had a knight and a drunk Scottish man that were both well endowed. We even had a vampire that I some how managed to get a picture of her panties...sorry Jayme.
Chris and I decorated his and Pat's house nicely. We had dead bodies on the patio and in the living room. We even had a fog machine mounted under the patio to make the fog rise up through the wood. I'm telling you, next year is going to be hard to top but it's nice to know that we already a lot of stuff for next year. If you want to see most of the pics, they're all on facebook.
It was really cool to not know what people were coming as. Christine has a 20's hooker...I think but she was decked out to the 9's and it was awesome because I wasn't expecting that. It just really added to the surprise of the night to not know. It was a lot key kind of party but managed to get loud and crazy.
The next big adventure is the camping trip, for the group that is, so I know I will have something to blog about after that. 3 days with these people, I might be blogging from prison but at least it will be a great story. Ha
So oh Great Halloween, thank you for coming around to see us this year and providing a great night to party. Until we see you again next year...Peace!
You came in so fast and gave us a bash,
We partied hard, we partied right,
We even partied with might,
Oh great Halloween please come back soon,
Once a year isn't enough...You know what -- how about you stick to that yearly schedule. After all the jello shots and the beer I don't know if my body could handle you coming around more times.
This Halloween was a blast. All our friends got dressed up and partied hard into the wee hours of the Nov. morn. We had zombie michael jackson, Jesus was there, along with a french maid. A priest carried jello shots on a cross. We had a knight and a drunk Scottish man that were both well endowed. We even had a vampire that I some how managed to get a picture of her panties...sorry Jayme.
Chris and I decorated his and Pat's house nicely. We had dead bodies on the patio and in the living room. We even had a fog machine mounted under the patio to make the fog rise up through the wood. I'm telling you, next year is going to be hard to top but it's nice to know that we already a lot of stuff for next year. If you want to see most of the pics, they're all on facebook.
It was really cool to not know what people were coming as. Christine has a 20's hooker...I think but she was decked out to the 9's and it was awesome because I wasn't expecting that. It just really added to the surprise of the night to not know. It was a lot key kind of party but managed to get loud and crazy.
The next big adventure is the camping trip, for the group that is, so I know I will have something to blog about after that. 3 days with these people, I might be blogging from prison but at least it will be a great story. Ha
So oh Great Halloween, thank you for coming around to see us this year and providing a great night to party. Until we see you again next year...Peace!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Guys can PMS!!!
I really don't know why, but I'm in a foul ass mood today. Almost to the point where I want to chew some one's head off just for being alive. There is a sign that was just hung this morning that I can see and it pisses me off. I really have issues today. I'm not sure what the issue is, but man I need to do something to get this anger out. I have to keep my head phones on so I don't go off on the two stupid ghetto ass women that sit next to me that don't know how to professional, that means, no talking with your mouth full of food, no popping your damn gum, no smacking on candy that you put in your mouth, and doing something about that damn clearing of your throat. I think both of them need a good bitch slap. I think I have issues, nope actually I know I have issues. You know another thing that is eating my ass up right now, people bitching and complaining about weight and that includes myself. It's a personal struggle between you and your belly, not you and everyone else that you think gives a rats ass. Secrets out, no one does. What I really enjoy is listening to people bitch about their weight but do nothing about it. Well that might be the reason. What's sad is I feel this and yet I'm just as guilty, guilty to the point I have named my fat Bob...aka big ol' belly!!!! So yeah today isn't a good one, I have PMS aka Piss Male Syndrome!
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Monday morning blues
Monday's suck. Enough said. Really that could be my entire blog today. This weekend rocked, hung out with the fam. Walking my ass off at renfest, actually over did it on the walking. The knee wasn't up for it that soon, but I'm a trooper and the pain pills helped. Renfest rocked, actaully it was just hanging out with my mom and drinking. Sunday however wasn't so much fun. Yeah the over walking part caught up to me and the pain meds weren't getting the job done. However after flipping back and forth on if I should get out and go to the movies, I decided to go. Went and say Paranormal Activity. It's a movie about ghost. I went and saw it with two other friends. One friend is just as big of a chickshit as I am. How was she going to protect me if something happened. Then our other friend, yeah well he said he wasn't going to protect us at all. Great, now we're going to die from our own imagination. What a way to die! I don't know about anyone else but I have profected the perfect defense for when I'm attacked. It's called the Pink Flamingo defense. Basically you stand on one leg while bringing the other knee to your chest. Then you pretty much roll into a ball while standing on one leg. It's perfect defense. Which leads me to Monday morning. I have all the feelings of a hangover but none of the fun from last night. My leg still hurts, my head hurts, and I don't want to do deal with Ghetto ass people that smell like chicken. At least I get to have lunch with my Sadie girl today.
Peace out...
Peace out...
Friday, October 9, 2009
The daily ghetto embrace
For some of you that don't know, my office is nothing but a bunch of ghetto ass, baby momma/daddy drama and a constant game of guess how the baby daddy is. I think I'm in 3 active pools right now. The only bad thing is you have to wait so long for the pay out! I'm pretty used to the ghettoness that is my job, but everyday at the same time two grown ass idiot women come to work. They both start at 7 and by 7:02 they have carried on a full 3 hour conversation of "girl please" or "Let me tell you" and various other slang. What's amazing to me is neither really say anything other than that...wow one of them just burped like she was alone, that's class...oh and another...anyways...HOLY HELL IT STINKS. Ok so back to what I was saying, their entire conversation is nothing but slang and when they're done they both know what the hell each other said...SHE SOUNDS LIKE A DAMN HORSE BURPING. If only I could a picture of the ghetto horse girl burping.
So horse girl, she is this large black women that believes everyone wants to hear her opinion on everything and that she must speak her mind about anything. Usually when she speaks, she just shows off out much of an idiot she really is. She has made several references about a list she is keep about what people do around because favoritism is all over the place on our team. She is also the type of person that if you say something to her...like shut the hell up ghetto horse bitch, she would take you HR before you had time to take your next breathe. So it's best to just deal with it and move on. She is all about the race card and for some damn reason, since I'm a white guy I will lose to the black lady...no matter what.
Now that I have reached my hypocrite status for the day, I write this for pure entertainment. If I can a picture I will post it on here.
Walgreen update, they did mess up and counted wrong.
So horse girl, she is this large black women that believes everyone wants to hear her opinion on everything and that she must speak her mind about anything. Usually when she speaks, she just shows off out much of an idiot she really is. She has made several references about a list she is keep about what people do around because favoritism is all over the place on our team. She is also the type of person that if you say something to her...like shut the hell up ghetto horse bitch, she would take you HR before you had time to take your next breathe. So it's best to just deal with it and move on. She is all about the race card and for some damn reason, since I'm a white guy I will lose to the black lady...no matter what.
Now that I have reached my hypocrite status for the day, I write this for pure entertainment. If I can a picture I will post it on here.
Walgreen update, they did mess up and counted wrong.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Evil Walgreens
I think there is about to be World War 3. Me vs Walgreen Pharmacy. Sadly though I feel like I'm already on the losing end of this battle. Yesterday my knee doc gives me a prescription for lortab, aka Vicoden. So I get home, not really thinking about anything except for the fact that I'm no longer on crutches. I'm getting ready for bed and getting my stuff ready for work and usually when I have to take meds I will get out what I need so that I don't have to take the entire bottle with me to work. Well I got to looking at my vicoden and thought that something was off. For having a qty of 40 the bottle was really empty, and by now I was only up to two. Granted this was at like 10:30 at night. So I counted and sure as sh*t, I was missing 8 pills. So that set me on fire. Ask anyone that has ever had knee problems or anyone that has known me. When my knee gets to hurting it hurts. I know people make mistakes in counting, but with how abused vicoden is, I doubt that I'm going to see my 8 little friends that are missing. However, the point of the matter is, the pharmacy at walgreens messed up. It will come out to my word against theirs. But let me tell you, if I'm not happy when this is all said and done, someone is going to have a very bad day. I fully plan on filling complaints with Walgreen's corp office, The Pharmacy Board of Texas (if that's the right place) and my insurance. The pharmacy is still going to charge my insurance 40 pills. Then again, I could be expecting the worse, and when I call them and discuss this, I get a happy ending. I need a new pharmacy. For now, I'm getting my war armor on. If the battle starts taking a turn for the worse I might have to get others involved. We're taking down the evil vicoden thief...
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Oct 1
Today marks the start of the greatest time in anyone's life...THE HOLIDAY SEASON. I'm not sure if today is the offical kick off day for the holidays but I like to think it is. Today I downloaded some Happy Halloween wallpapers for my computer at work. I will change them out once a week. Then I will find something for Thanksgiving and then for Christmas. It helps set the tone for the season.
October, I like to think this is scary month. It's when all the great shows like Charlie Brown and the Pumkin patch and Hocus Pocus come on. It's also the time when it's OK for grown ass people to stop and watch a halloween special on Disney. There are some good one, I suggest watching them. There is also a new show coming about with the cast and crew of Monster vs. Alian Pumkins. It should be an instant classic!!! Plus there are the old 80's slasher flicks that come on. You know the movies that scared the hell out of you when you were 8 but now you just laugh at it thinking "what the hell was I scared of". Then it gets to that ONE spot and you still jump and feel like a dumbass because you knew it was coming. Ah the good times. My favorite is Nightmare on Elm Street. My mom and I LOVE some Freddy. In fact, one of the greatest times I ever had with my mom was the day we watched all the Nightmare movies. Then she would rake her hand down the wall acting like she was Freddy. That will be a memory I charis for the rest of my life. It was so great, in fact for Christmas or her birthday one year I bought her the entire movie set. So thanks mom, I know you read this from time to time, for that wonderful day.
Focusing back on the great shows that come on, sadie said that I have a hard time focusing on stuff. There are those good stories that really do scare the hell out of you. Like the one about the little girl that can see dead people. It's on every year on the discovery channel, and all the other channels that have the real ghost storys of Atlanta.
The point being is, Halloween is one of the greatest times of the year. It's time to get scared, eat some candy, dress up and have a great time.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
October, I like to think this is scary month. It's when all the great shows like Charlie Brown and the Pumkin patch and Hocus Pocus come on. It's also the time when it's OK for grown ass people to stop and watch a halloween special on Disney. There are some good one, I suggest watching them. There is also a new show coming about with the cast and crew of Monster vs. Alian Pumkins. It should be an instant classic!!! Plus there are the old 80's slasher flicks that come on. You know the movies that scared the hell out of you when you were 8 but now you just laugh at it thinking "what the hell was I scared of". Then it gets to that ONE spot and you still jump and feel like a dumbass because you knew it was coming. Ah the good times. My favorite is Nightmare on Elm Street. My mom and I LOVE some Freddy. In fact, one of the greatest times I ever had with my mom was the day we watched all the Nightmare movies. Then she would rake her hand down the wall acting like she was Freddy. That will be a memory I charis for the rest of my life. It was so great, in fact for Christmas or her birthday one year I bought her the entire movie set. So thanks mom, I know you read this from time to time, for that wonderful day.
Focusing back on the great shows that come on, sadie said that I have a hard time focusing on stuff. There are those good stories that really do scare the hell out of you. Like the one about the little girl that can see dead people. It's on every year on the discovery channel, and all the other channels that have the real ghost storys of Atlanta.
The point being is, Halloween is one of the greatest times of the year. It's time to get scared, eat some candy, dress up and have a great time.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Life Choices
At what point in life does a person go from being spontaneous to overly stable? I used to be severly spontaneous, almost to a fault. I used to be all about the "life story". I would do something just say I did it. Never really giving thought to the outcome, or how many times Sadie was going to have to take jogging class because of my..."hey get in the truck, road trip!" Stuff like that I used to do all the time, granted I didn't have a morrage, a truck payment each month, and I didn't have to really work for my spending money. Now I don't even like to put gas in my tank because I don't like to see my bank account go down. I always think twice about going somewhere because that's money I really don't have to spend. Grown up life sucks sometimes. I'm not saying I hate my life or that it's not fun. We find ways to have a great time without spending a lot of money, but it's times when I need to make a huge life choice or a decision that could/would effect my life and my families life that I have a hard time with now. I have gotten to a point where I'm to scared to step out of that comfort zone now, because I'm affaird that it will effect my stability. Now I'm not saying that being stable is bad, but when you're TO stable, to the point where you caution on the side of NOT doing something, that's when it might be a problem. I remember a time when I was scared to be stable because I knew it would be boring. I just wish I could get back to a happy balance of stability and spontaneity. Maybe that's something I can work on next year...I need to plan this out.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A secret I have to share
I have a dirty little secret that I have to get off my chest. Since I only have four readers, I might as well just confess what I have been hiding and prepare myself for the backlash that I might receive.
Are you ready for this:
I'm hook on the new Melrose Place and Glee. Those are my two favorite shows of this season. I still have my other favorites of course. I consider those my staple shows of the week. I tend to build my week around my staple shows. I will soon be adding these two shows to my staple roster.
On Melrose Place, the actors are fresh and surprisingly good. Except for Asslee Simpson. She isn't that good but her character is actually interesting. If you were a fan of the original show, you might want to give this show a chance. It's surprisingly good. Plus it's just some hotties on there. So the eye candy factor is at least a 9. The plot is ok, it's a true blue Melrose Place plot but it's nice to see the apartments again! Even at 30 and knowing that it's a made up address, I still want to move there.
On Glee, the acting at times is kind of rough and there isn't much of a eye candy factor going on there. Lets fact it, I like the show because they break out into song and dance...IN HIGH SCHOOL. I have read several other blogs and I think we all agree that being able to break out into song and dance in real life would kick ass. And that for every situation there was the perfect song that expressed just how you felt at that moment. Well in Glee that is how it works. The main thing about Glee is that it suck you in and actually makes you feel something for the cast of misfits. If you choose to start watching this show, you have to start at the pilot episode to fully understand every one's roles. This show comes with a warning though...you will be very jealous and sad when you realize that life isn't a song and dance. Oh and that you're voice isn't as good as the ones on TV.
So there is my dirty little secret.
Are you ready for this:
I'm hook on the new Melrose Place and Glee. Those are my two favorite shows of this season. I still have my other favorites of course. I consider those my staple shows of the week. I tend to build my week around my staple shows. I will soon be adding these two shows to my staple roster.
On Melrose Place, the actors are fresh and surprisingly good. Except for Asslee Simpson. She isn't that good but her character is actually interesting. If you were a fan of the original show, you might want to give this show a chance. It's surprisingly good. Plus it's just some hotties on there. So the eye candy factor is at least a 9. The plot is ok, it's a true blue Melrose Place plot but it's nice to see the apartments again! Even at 30 and knowing that it's a made up address, I still want to move there.
On Glee, the acting at times is kind of rough and there isn't much of a eye candy factor going on there. Lets fact it, I like the show because they break out into song and dance...IN HIGH SCHOOL. I have read several other blogs and I think we all agree that being able to break out into song and dance in real life would kick ass. And that for every situation there was the perfect song that expressed just how you felt at that moment. Well in Glee that is how it works. The main thing about Glee is that it suck you in and actually makes you feel something for the cast of misfits. If you choose to start watching this show, you have to start at the pilot episode to fully understand every one's roles. This show comes with a warning though...you will be very jealous and sad when you realize that life isn't a song and dance. Oh and that you're voice isn't as good as the ones on TV.
So there is my dirty little secret.
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Grandmother's fear.
This weekend I went back home to spend time with my grandmother and aunt. My aunt was staying a few days with Granny. As everyone that follows my blog knows, granny has cancer and it's only a matter of time. I have my suspictions that it's more than just the tumor the doctors are telling everyone. Granny went from having a tumor on her bile ducts, liver cancer and pancreatic cancer to just having a tumor on her bile ducts. Either way, it improved her mental state of mind as well as ours. Well this weekend it was clear that she is losing that fight. She has no strength and of course gets really tired really fast, but Granny is Granny and is still hanging on.
Something she said struck me and made me sad for her and my family. She has made statements like this before and it still left a ball of fear in my stomach. Granny made a comment about how families fall apart after the parents die. Now, I don't like Granny talking about being dead in the first place, but I realized that she is really worried about her family falling apart when she is gone. Granny, in many ways, is the glue in our family. She has been the one that made this family as close as it is. She has worked her entire life to making sure her family knew what love was and that it was the norm to get together every sunday for lunch. That it was the norm for the family to get together on weekends just to hang out. I can honestly say that when Granny takes her last breath, she will rejoyce in saying her late loved ones, and the wonderful family she has made.
There is now a new fear in her, that all her work is going to become undone when she is no longer with us. I wonder if it's just tender hearted Matt that feels the same way or if that's a fear that everyone in the family has. I honestly don't see it happening because we're so close now, but what's going to happen when Granny isn't here. What's going to happen when all the kids and grandkids get up on the weekends and Granny isn't cooking a breakfast that would feed the Texans football team. Is there someone in the family that has the strength to keep us together? How different is the family going to be when Granny isn't there...ok gotta stop...crying at work sucks...and I can't play this many tears off on Allergies...HA.
Something she said struck me and made me sad for her and my family. She has made statements like this before and it still left a ball of fear in my stomach. Granny made a comment about how families fall apart after the parents die. Now, I don't like Granny talking about being dead in the first place, but I realized that she is really worried about her family falling apart when she is gone. Granny, in many ways, is the glue in our family. She has been the one that made this family as close as it is. She has worked her entire life to making sure her family knew what love was and that it was the norm to get together every sunday for lunch. That it was the norm for the family to get together on weekends just to hang out. I can honestly say that when Granny takes her last breath, she will rejoyce in saying her late loved ones, and the wonderful family she has made.
There is now a new fear in her, that all her work is going to become undone when she is no longer with us. I wonder if it's just tender hearted Matt that feels the same way or if that's a fear that everyone in the family has. I honestly don't see it happening because we're so close now, but what's going to happen when Granny isn't here. What's going to happen when all the kids and grandkids get up on the weekends and Granny isn't cooking a breakfast that would feed the Texans football team. Is there someone in the family that has the strength to keep us together? How different is the family going to be when Granny isn't there...ok gotta stop...crying at work sucks...and I can't play this many tears off on Allergies...HA.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The measure of a person
So after my first week of crutching around has passed and having to ask brian and everyone else do EVERYTHING for me, I started realizeing a few things. First let me ask you this, how does one measure one's self? Do you stand in the middle of your living room and see all the high dollar flashy stuff you own, is that the measure of a man? Do you live in a really expensive house, or drive a real fancy ride? I'm sure most of you realize where I'm going with this. I have started to realize that the measure of me is my friends. I would say family because that does count, but then again for the most part, family has to value and love you. I really think the measure of a man is the friends he has surrounded himself with. Over the past week, I have seen more caring and generous acts of kindness from my friends. Brian, even though he is family, has waited on me hand and foot. If I get done with my dinner first and he hasn't he will stop eating to get me seconds or something else to drink. He has been absolutely wonderful to me. I'm not saying that since he is my partner that he should, but he has really gone above and beyond to really take care of me and make sure that I'm 100% ok. I know I have found the person that I will gladly spend the rest of my life will and love every minute of it. Besides that, my wonderful friends have also gone far beyond the call do duty to make sure I'm ok and that I'm takin' care of. It really has amazed me, not saying that I'm not worth it, but seriously when I can't do one thing for myself, it's great to know that my friends have stepped it up. That's how I have measure my life, by the people that I call friends. Everything I own, I can replace, I can buy it again. I can't replace any one of my friends. I am the person I am because of the friends I keep. I have felt like the richest person over the past couple of days because of my friends. I know when my time is up, that I was loved and that I had the greatest friends God could give me.
Peace
Peace
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Epic Fail
Wow when I say epic fail I mean I crashed big time yesterday. I was going good until I got home and found a pack of cigs on the counter. I was like a little boy that had just found his dad's dirty mags. I went nuts, about blew a few nuts when I saw how full the pack was. I chain smoked like there was no tomorrow. So much that I made myself sick. I guess if i'm going to fail, do it right. Oh well I'm still on the ban wagon about quitting, I'm just going to have to get through the this low point and get back to working hard. It will happen.
On an upside, we're in the process of getting a new truck. We're trading in both the car and my truck for a '09. The only bad thing is we're upside down in the car so that makes it a little hard to haggle a better price. However, we have worked out a plan so now we're waiting to hear back from the dealership. It is clear to us that car dealerships don't always have to make a sell! Let me tell you about this truck. I would feel like I'm king pimp of the road. Leather seats with seat warms/coolers. No more sweaty ass crack in the summer. The only thing that I didn't like was the wood grain paneling. That was a little to flashy/ghetto for me. Now if the dealership calls back and agrees to the deal I gave them this morning...I can ride ghetto style and learn to love it. Oh get this, we get in the truck last night and find two packs of cigs and it already had 500 miles on it...I think you need to come to the table with some better deals!!! If I get it I will post pics on facebook.
Peace
On an upside, we're in the process of getting a new truck. We're trading in both the car and my truck for a '09. The only bad thing is we're upside down in the car so that makes it a little hard to haggle a better price. However, we have worked out a plan so now we're waiting to hear back from the dealership. It is clear to us that car dealerships don't always have to make a sell! Let me tell you about this truck. I would feel like I'm king pimp of the road. Leather seats with seat warms/coolers. No more sweaty ass crack in the summer. The only thing that I didn't like was the wood grain paneling. That was a little to flashy/ghetto for me. Now if the dealership calls back and agrees to the deal I gave them this morning...I can ride ghetto style and learn to love it. Oh get this, we get in the truck last night and find two packs of cigs and it already had 500 miles on it...I think you need to come to the table with some better deals!!! If I get it I will post pics on facebook.
Peace
Friday, September 11, 2009
Set back but not fail
Ok so I didn't quiet make it 3 days, I didn't really even make it 2 full days but I'm ok with that. In 48 hours I have only had 2 cigs. Now this brings up a good guestion, is going cold turkey the smartest way to go about something so strong as quitting smoking? I know myself and I know that the urge will be way to strong if I just out right try and quit. So I'm going to continue on with the no smoking but I'm going to have a few set backs from time to time. It good news is that it tasted like ass last night so I'm going to add that to my arsonal. I'm not mad at myself for caving so fast, actually I'm pleased that I made it that far. Ok on to another day, but the weekend is coming up and that has me worried, but I'm going to give it my best and hope that I only have a few set backs if any. If I can just make it to sunday, then i think i will be good. Ok time to eat my breakfast and cost through an easy friday.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Day 2: After work
Ok so I thought I was going to have a lot of well power going into this because I'm really trying to be strong...i'm determined to make this work. Round one of just how determined I am began on my way home from Rehab...not AA rehab, but knee rehab. Anyways, I found myself trying to rationalize this thing out and tell myself that I can have one cig as soon as I get home but that was it. After all, why stop what you like doing. Plus that one smoke after work really is a good thing. I like crossing the line in a race, instead of a metal you get a smoke. Man I had it all worked out.
***side note, dexter keeps looking at me with these sad eyes and I can't tell if he feels my no smoking pain or if he feels sorry for me about my knee. Wow I must really be jacked up on vicoden. side note over***
So anyways, the do it for your son phrase isn't cutting it. I think if there would have been smokes at the house I would have lit up. I realize it's just a habit that i have to break but damn why does it have to be a good one. What's even worse is I know that it's killing me softly (thanks old 90's song) and I don't even care, that's what gets me about smokers. We know it's bad, we know it's killing us but we love it anyways. Ok so I think the craving is gone and there aren't any at the house anyways so I'm safe for now.
***side note, dexter keeps looking at me with these sad eyes and I can't tell if he feels my no smoking pain or if he feels sorry for me about my knee. Wow I must really be jacked up on vicoden. side note over***
So anyways, the do it for your son phrase isn't cutting it. I think if there would have been smokes at the house I would have lit up. I realize it's just a habit that i have to break but damn why does it have to be a good one. What's even worse is I know that it's killing me softly (thanks old 90's song) and I don't even care, that's what gets me about smokers. We know it's bad, we know it's killing us but we love it anyways. Ok so I think the craving is gone and there aren't any at the house anyways so I'm safe for now.
Day 2
Good morning bloggers, ha like anyone is reading this. Day 2 is ok, actaully it was good to wake up without that smokers throat. My chest isn't all tight with the smoke from the night before. Today will become increasingly hard. Once the body realizes that I'm not giving it the drug that it wants, it's going to get pissed. I'm hoping that now that I have my mind set right that I will be able to over come it. I'm going to try and do this cold turkey. It's going to be rough but I think I have some gum some where around the house. I wonder if the smokers gum expires, either it's going to expire or it's going to be some strong gum. My intentions with these blogs are when I have a craving to smoke I will blog and get my mind off of it. I mean that's part of the issue, it's mental.
You know what I didn't realize is that 09-09-09 upside down is 6-6-6...the number of the devil. I'm surprised all the crazy people weren't out in force. Ok gotta play like I'm working.
Peace
You know what I didn't realize is that 09-09-09 upside down is 6-6-6...the number of the devil. I'm surprised all the crazy people weren't out in force. Ok gotta play like I'm working.
Peace
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
End of day 1
Ok so day one is over. It got a little hard after we left Freebirds to not smoke that one cig, which would have been just has good as busting a nut. However I stayed strong and didn't. I can already tell that Brian is going to have to move up stairs though. Twice tonight he has asked if I wanted to smoke...then asked him if I was trying to quit. I guess when I tell him something it takes a while to register, I told him this morning. Ok tomorrow is what's going to be hard. That first one when you get home from work smoke..."do it for your son" It's actually alot easier when you put those words in your head. What's going to be hard is about the third or forth day and I'm like what son, he isn't here yet. ha Ok well I think i'm going to get an hour of WoW in tonight before I go to bed.
"do it for your son" End of day one.
"do it for your son" End of day one.
Day 1
So last night I had a talk with myself about me smoking. For a while now I have known that I have had an issue with high blood pressure. So I had started to take steps to correct that, and for a while it was actually doing pretty good. Well now that I haven't been about to really get out and exercise, my weight and my blood pressure has gone up. So last Friday I go in to have my knee worked on and several people have told me that I'm going to either have a stroke or heartattack at a very young age because of my blood pressure. Well smoking helps to raise that BP up. So I decided that I need to get serious about not smoking. The best thing I could come up with that would help motivate me is, "do it for my son". So starting today I'm going to stop smoking. I'm going to try my damndest to stop smoking. I will more than likely have to go get the gym but I'm going to give this a shot. While I'm doing this I'm going to blog about it. That way I can get my mind off the cravings and keep my hands busy. it's going to be hard to quit though because brian will have cigs here at the house. Even now as I write about quitting, my getting anxious about it and want to go outside and have a puff.
Hopefully my "do it for your son" campaine will pay off. I figured why not try to be around just a little longer and have that time with my family. I don't want to have a stroke at in my 40's, hell I'm already going to have to jacked up knee...why not try and prevent something that I have the power to change. Since today is 9-9-9, there might be some magic left in there for me to quit smoking.
Stay tuned...i'm sure that once this fully kicks in, it's going to be a bitch.
Hopefully my "do it for your son" campaine will pay off. I figured why not try to be around just a little longer and have that time with my family. I don't want to have a stroke at in my 40's, hell I'm already going to have to jacked up knee...why not try and prevent something that I have the power to change. Since today is 9-9-9, there might be some magic left in there for me to quit smoking.
Stay tuned...i'm sure that once this fully kicks in, it's going to be a bitch.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
30 years
So I should have started this back in Jan. when I turned 30. That way I could have blogged throughout the year. It's been a year for many first in my life. Yeah it's been one of those years, and the sad thing is, it's not even over.
As most of you guys know, Brian and I are adopting and we just got our certificates in the mail last week. It's kind of cool though, except I would have thought our child credit was better than just 2 kids. I guess CPS only sees us fit to adopt 2 kids...for now. It's been an interesting ride through the adoption classes and all the "stupid" stuff you need to do to get a child. --let me just stop this now to point out that Chris is an ass-- Back to the adoption story, now all that's left is getting a case working and starting the process in finding the right child for us.
I'm excited about being a father, I don't think there is another greater joy in life then being a father...well unless you're the mom but last time I checked I didn't have the equipment. I'm excited about passing down the values and morals that my family taught me to my son. I'm excited about having someone to rough house with...brian isn't much fun because I"m stronger than he is. haha. I'm also very excited about bringing a child into my family. I have the greatest aunts and uncles. An amazing mom and dad, and a Grandmother that is probably going to be a Saint when it's her time. Then after you get past that, I have brothers, sisters, and cousins that are second to none. So I look forward to bringing my son into a wonderful family.
Another first was seperate vacations for Brian and I. He went to Prague and I went to Ireland. It was fun to go but it really made us realize that things like that are best to share with each other...however, I got to go with my cousin and had the best time ever. Next time will be a hard choice between Brian or Sam.
So got the adoption story down and the traveling story down, the last big event of the 2009 year was my grandmother getting cancer. Now if you know my family, then there is a chance...strong chance that you know my Grandmother. You probably only know her as Granny happy, the beer drinking grilled cheese making crazy lady from Teague. Well around the first part of the year she found out she had cancer. That sent the family into a frenzy. My aunt Mandi went event planner on us, my aunt Trudy prayed, Uncle Joe and Keith just drank more amounts of beers and my mom and I cried. Hey that's our roles in the family. To make really long story short...OMG why does this old ass lady, that KNOWS better, continue to talk with her mouth FULL OF FOOD, ghetto ass...sorry back to the story. So now we're almost through with 2009 and Granny is still with us and we have all settled into just drinking more. One of the reasons I love my family is because the moment something happens, the calling tree is activated and within ten minutes everyone knows and we're all on the way to be with one another.
So even though the first half of my 30th year has been eventful, the rest of it should be the greatest time in my life. I can't wait for it.
As most of you guys know, Brian and I are adopting and we just got our certificates in the mail last week. It's kind of cool though, except I would have thought our child credit was better than just 2 kids. I guess CPS only sees us fit to adopt 2 kids...for now. It's been an interesting ride through the adoption classes and all the "stupid" stuff you need to do to get a child. --let me just stop this now to point out that Chris is an ass-- Back to the adoption story, now all that's left is getting a case working and starting the process in finding the right child for us.
I'm excited about being a father, I don't think there is another greater joy in life then being a father...well unless you're the mom but last time I checked I didn't have the equipment. I'm excited about passing down the values and morals that my family taught me to my son. I'm excited about having someone to rough house with...brian isn't much fun because I"m stronger than he is. haha. I'm also very excited about bringing a child into my family. I have the greatest aunts and uncles. An amazing mom and dad, and a Grandmother that is probably going to be a Saint when it's her time. Then after you get past that, I have brothers, sisters, and cousins that are second to none. So I look forward to bringing my son into a wonderful family.
Another first was seperate vacations for Brian and I. He went to Prague and I went to Ireland. It was fun to go but it really made us realize that things like that are best to share with each other...however, I got to go with my cousin and had the best time ever. Next time will be a hard choice between Brian or Sam.
So got the adoption story down and the traveling story down, the last big event of the 2009 year was my grandmother getting cancer. Now if you know my family, then there is a chance...strong chance that you know my Grandmother. You probably only know her as Granny happy, the beer drinking grilled cheese making crazy lady from Teague. Well around the first part of the year she found out she had cancer. That sent the family into a frenzy. My aunt Mandi went event planner on us, my aunt Trudy prayed, Uncle Joe and Keith just drank more amounts of beers and my mom and I cried. Hey that's our roles in the family. To make really long story short...OMG why does this old ass lady, that KNOWS better, continue to talk with her mouth FULL OF FOOD, ghetto ass...sorry back to the story. So now we're almost through with 2009 and Granny is still with us and we have all settled into just drinking more. One of the reasons I love my family is because the moment something happens, the calling tree is activated and within ten minutes everyone knows and we're all on the way to be with one another.
So even though the first half of my 30th year has been eventful, the rest of it should be the greatest time in my life. I can't wait for it.
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