"just meeting for a beer or two"...

I'm old enough to know better than to think that I can meet up with friends, while in a good mood, when life is going great, and think I'm going to be able to go to a bar for a beer or two. Really, look who is writing this blog. Actually, let me back up to the start of the day. Me and a buddy go to an Astro's game, we start drinking at noon. 6 beers during the game, remember just getting started. Fast forward a couple of hours and BOOM at the bar. 2 in the morning rolls around, and we're 1 beer and 6.5pitchers into the night. THAT SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED NORMAL FOR ME!!!! What is my love for beer. Why do I feel like we're best friends and when we hang out I don't want to stop. Yes we have had alot of good times, and if it weren't for pictures, I would not remember half of the good memories I have made.

yeah I got nothing

I'm sad because I don't have anything to blog out. Life as been kind of boring lately. I guess I should feel blessed about that. I need one good night of, "what in the hell did we do" kind of things. I need a night where in the morning we're rescueing someone from jail or the pound. Dexter walked by, that's where the pound came from. Or one good night where you come home smelling like stripper sweat but you don't remember being at a strip joint. I know all 3 people reading this understand what I'm talking. OR a night where you end of up at Denny's but you're worn out that you face plant into your pancakes and one friend picks your head up and another friend feeds you a pancake that now looks like you.

Before the summer is out, we're having a night like that. So if you don't want to join...move to another country. I will come find you!

Dear Ghetto

Mr Ghetto,

I want to thank you for manking my drive to and from work a colorful one. I want to say how honored I am to see the commentment you have to your fans. The intavative ways tricking out a corola are breathe takening. When the rims cost more than the car, that is pure brilince. My favorite, which is got to exprience today is the snaggled tooth, gold grill teeth that cut me off several times without a blinker.

I know the honda he was driving was probably stolen and that was the need for the speed as all the young kids say now days. My only wish when he almost took off the front of my truck was that he used a blinker. I would have given him the finger, but since I figured he was still packin the heat from just jacking the car, I decided not to. Instead Mr. Ghetto, I give you the finger.

Please Mr. Ghetto, die!

Weight Watchers....FOR MEN

No really it is for Men, at least that's I was told. Actually I think they add "for men" on just so us guys will be ok doing WW. Well I started this Hell June 1 and so far so good. I have started creating games to play. Example. The vacuuming game, vacuum the same spot for 20 minutes and I get 4 activity points...oh yeah. Doing how house work for 3 hours game, that's 16 activity points. You ask what are activity points, well those are points when I want to drink a lot of beer, they let me. I have an set amount of weekly points (35) and then daily points (39). Well if I'm bad and go over my daily points, it comes out of my weekly points. Well if I want to drink beer, I gotta make sure I have about 30 points. Lite Beer (miller lite) is 2 points a beer. So like I said I need 30 plus points for a good night, less then that I just don't fell like I have put much effort into my drinking. And do you know WW does not count sex as a point available activity!!! I'm just saying, there is some work that goes into that and I think you should get points. I can say that it does work, I have been losing weight, I don't eat the same amount of food as a small football team, and I do work out more or I'm at least more active. So if you're thinking about it, do it.

Sadness

Sadness is something we as human experience all through out our lives. When we loose a loved one, or a pet, or God forbid we experience the lose of our children before it's their time. It's strange how even when we're on top of the world sadness can find us. Sadness is such a strong emotion, and something that is hard to processes. It only takes a thought for the plague of sadness to wash over you, it only takes a second when you're gaurd is down to be complete ambushed by this emotion. Ying and Yang is the give in take of the universe, just like happiness and sadness are the give and take of our hearts. If you're lucky you don't get to experience sadness much. People you love aren't taken from you before your ready for them to leave. You're heart isn't broken by the absence of the love you once had for someone. God this is what PMS feels like.

I don't like talking much about it because it hurts me more than I can handle. I always try and change the subject long before the tears fall. My grandmother isn't doing so great. The tumor/cancer she has had is slowly taking my grondmother away from me and my family. I thought I was ok but I cry a lot about when no one is around, the shower is a GREAT place. If you ever get caught crying in the shower blame it on the water running down your face. I have been very lucky to have had 31 years with someone great. It's hard for me to process the pain and sadness that comes with knowing that she isn't going to be here much longer. Just knowing that my Granny isn't going to tell me she loves me and that she is proud of me hurts so bad. It's not fair, I'm pissed off that she has to go out like this.

My grandmother has always been the strongest person I know. She built this amazing family that is close and loving and strong. The family gets together on weekends because we actually want to see each other. I can't go long without talking to either of my aunts, or drinking with my uncles. I surely can't go long without talking to my mom. But Granny is different, granny was the one that made things better. If you were sick, she knows how to fix you or at least what toy to get you so that you feel better. Granny knows just how to make my granny grilled cheeses. Granny knows how to wrap her arms around me, tell me she loves me and make the world a little better for just that moment in time. I'm not saying that my aunt Trudy or aunt Mandi, or even my mom can't do that, but granny does it better.

Growing up Granny used to scratch my back until I would fall a sleep. Granny let me sleep with her until I was like 25 and wasn't scared of the dark anymore. She still snores and farts like a mule at night and I don't want to sleep with her anymore, but I know if I had a bad dream she would let me crawl in there next her and make it better. I know at some point in time we have to say good bye or until I see you in heaven but that doesn't really give me a lot of comfort. It just reminds me that I have a long time to live without you. Yeah I could look at all the years we had and smile because I got though years, but I'm selfish, I want more of those year. I want more years of Granny cooking something special for me because I'm the first one of the kids at the table on saturday morning. I want more years of Granny telling me that she got me a gallon of milk for the weekend and then kissing my forehead. I'm not ready to say good bye or see you in heaven. I'm not ready for the end.

Sadness sucks and I'm not good at dealing with it.

It's been a while

Man I have missed blogging but I don't have a lot of free time at work now days. I know I can't surf and play all day like I used to. Now I just work an ass load of over time and stay busy from the time I clock in until the time I clock out. Stupid ok paying job. I really don't have much to talk about today. No really I don't. There have been many times that I have said "remember this so you can blog it" and then I just forget it. Maybe I will try and start blogging first thing in the morning when I get up. I still get up my normal time around 6:30 in the morning, even though I don't have to be at work until 8. I get up, play around on the computer, I actually do a light workout, I KNOW YEA ME, and I guess I could add blogging. I just hope I can remember stuff that early in the morning. Ok well it's getting close to clock in time. I'm already drinking my coffee so when I hit "punchin" I can hit the ground full speed. Well if anyone is still reading my blogs, drop me a note. I love hearing from my reads, all 4 of them.

Peace love and drugs!

My mom the Alligator hunter

This is some crazy shit here. Here is my version of the phone call yesterday with my mom.

Me: Hey mom what are you doing?
Mom:(In a hushed voice) hey son, I'm alligator hunting
Me: Seriously?
Mom: Yeah Bye.

That was the first part of that conversation. Then she calls me back...here is the rest

Me: Mom, why don't you just shoot it?
Mom: We're trying to bate it on a hook and cage it.
Me: Please tell me you're not keeping it as a pet
Mom: NO we want to cage it so we can have fried alligator tail. Doesn't that sound good? I'm just not sure how we're going to cage it once we catch it.
Me: You're going to die.

Then my mom must have lost signle and that was it. Alot of stuff I wouldn't put past my mom from doing but alligator hunting is one thing I never expect to hear from ANYONE! I'm proud of her for being so adventurous, but damn pick something safer. It doesn't matter how big or small...well unless it's a baby baby...NO there is no excuse for this. A baby alligator could take off a finger, is that what you want mom, to loose a finger?

My hat is off to my brave but not so bright mother...