I was having a casual conversation with one of my elders (won't say who, they might get offended) about church. She started on about the dilapidated condition of the Catholic Church back in our hometown. I have not been in it in a few years, unless someone gets married or passes away. I was paying attention for the and or the but to react properly. Her conclusion was that the church is in the condition it is because the congregation is not giving enough funds for upkeep of the church. I felt like throwing up in my mouth, as the Catholic Church has to be one of the richest tax free enterprises on the planet. This wasn't bad enough for me to spin out, but then she added that they go to church and make sure and give more than a couple of nickels and dimes because well (the equivalent of "he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been good or bad so be good for goodness sake) He knows what you give and if it is a sacrifice when you give. The best part was the end of the statement was followed by we aren't able to go all the time, but we still send our money in via envelope. She just wants to make sure she does not upset Him.
I had to stop her there, and say what? Stop doing that, it is one thing if you give when you go, think of it as payment for a little entertainment, but to just send money, that is really the same as burning the money, as far as I am concerned. There is no way, if there is a god, that he gives two shits about how shiny a church is. I told her if you really want to impress God, give the money to some poor people, at least they really do need it. These churches do not need more money, it is a little blasphemous the way they parade their riches to the world when so many people starve every day.
There is no way that her theory is correct. The more you give a church, the better your standing with god. God is supposed to be everywhere, why do we need churches anyway? Upon disagreeing with her and asking questions that made her uncomfortable, she said I should stop, lest I be punished for speaking ill of the man upstairs. She said just stop and thank god for all that you have. I said no, I thank Mando (pointing at my chest) because I am the one working hard on night shift. This made her uncomfortable and she said careful, He might make you lose your job to teach you a lesson. So I added you mean people that get laid off did something wrong and so they were punished by God, it was never about the economy collapsing? The food started coming at this point, so I backed off. I wanted to ask if all those Zyka babies being born are punishments somehow? Apparently god appears to work this way. There were idiots on TV when Katrina hit saying New Orleans deserved what happened to it.
I know some people need faith to get by. Even Wife has started saying she needs the belief in a higher power, we cannot be it. But He cannot be monitoring every single little thing we do. There is no way that we are on a scale of justice and depending on what good or bad we do day in and day out, someone is keeping tabs.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Sunday, May 29, 2016
5/30/16 Divergent Friendships?
While on vacation, we ran into two different kinds of friends. One from my high school days, one from Austin that we haven't been hanging with much, lately. It kind of sucks but in a certain given time, both these people were important in our day to day existence, but through living our lives and making decisions we make, both of them have been reduced almost to acquaintance level.
My childhood friend we ran into was one of two guys I would count as best friends in high school. We kind of had a falling out our senior year, not getting into anything specific, but he sided with my other friend, so I cut him out of my life. I then continued my path through school, he chose not to even try, so over time we had less and less in common. By the time I moved to Austin, we lost track of each other, he moved out of town with his mom, last I heard. Then through happenstance, he became a truck driver and ran in the same circles my dad did. My dad was at the end of his career and his was just starting, but they knew each other and were friendly, on the CB radio and they'd run into each other periodically until my dad retired.
I graduated high school in 1989. Since then, I think I had seen this guy one other time, he came by the house to say hi to my dad and we happened to be in town. We are in 2016, that's like 27 years in between. We were probably 17 last time we hung out. What do I owe this guy? Is a hug in order, a handshake? Fake promises to get together, exchange phone numbers and text? It has been a long time, I believe he is on marriage two, according to my mom, I don't know.
In this same weekend in Corpus Christi, we also ran into our old neighbor from our first house, who happens to be Girlie's aunt. She was on vacation with her daughter and the daughter's baby. They were people we camped with regularly in our RV, took boating almost every weekend when the boat was new. But then they got a divorce. We didn't take sides, we've stayed in touch with both sides, we had nothing to do with them divorcing. But even though we both like her, she started dating a loser, and I can't handle loser guys. What do you talk to a guy in his 40's who still lives with Mama? Drives Mama's better car when going out of town? One time we are in Corpus on a weekend and he shows up unannounced, with his husky daughter, and doesn't ask if he can stay with us, just kind of hangs out until it is too late, then our ex-neighbor kind of says "can they stay?" It was close to midnight, what could I say? He about shat himself the next day when they did go looking for a hotel, but would not pay the $200. I believe they ended up staying at our ex-neighbor's relatives.
Shenanigans like this had me not even thinking about inviting her over because it means Captain Loose Socks is coming along. It was nice seeing her Saturday without the Anchor, so we made plans to get together for dinner Sunday night after I double checked he wasn't going to show up. She implied they were on the outs, which really, what does he bring to the table, maybe he is a tripod, otherwise, I see nothing but a big L on his forehead. Dinner was nice, even though we had to wait almost an hour, time went by fast. We know all the same people, it is easy to fill in and catch up. I always think ahead, and maybe we'll be hanging out again, but I need proof Anchor Boy is gone.
My childhood friend we ran into was one of two guys I would count as best friends in high school. We kind of had a falling out our senior year, not getting into anything specific, but he sided with my other friend, so I cut him out of my life. I then continued my path through school, he chose not to even try, so over time we had less and less in common. By the time I moved to Austin, we lost track of each other, he moved out of town with his mom, last I heard. Then through happenstance, he became a truck driver and ran in the same circles my dad did. My dad was at the end of his career and his was just starting, but they knew each other and were friendly, on the CB radio and they'd run into each other periodically until my dad retired.
I graduated high school in 1989. Since then, I think I had seen this guy one other time, he came by the house to say hi to my dad and we happened to be in town. We are in 2016, that's like 27 years in between. We were probably 17 last time we hung out. What do I owe this guy? Is a hug in order, a handshake? Fake promises to get together, exchange phone numbers and text? It has been a long time, I believe he is on marriage two, according to my mom, I don't know.
In this same weekend in Corpus Christi, we also ran into our old neighbor from our first house, who happens to be Girlie's aunt. She was on vacation with her daughter and the daughter's baby. They were people we camped with regularly in our RV, took boating almost every weekend when the boat was new. But then they got a divorce. We didn't take sides, we've stayed in touch with both sides, we had nothing to do with them divorcing. But even though we both like her, she started dating a loser, and I can't handle loser guys. What do you talk to a guy in his 40's who still lives with Mama? Drives Mama's better car when going out of town? One time we are in Corpus on a weekend and he shows up unannounced, with his husky daughter, and doesn't ask if he can stay with us, just kind of hangs out until it is too late, then our ex-neighbor kind of says "can they stay?" It was close to midnight, what could I say? He about shat himself the next day when they did go looking for a hotel, but would not pay the $200. I believe they ended up staying at our ex-neighbor's relatives.
Shenanigans like this had me not even thinking about inviting her over because it means Captain Loose Socks is coming along. It was nice seeing her Saturday without the Anchor, so we made plans to get together for dinner Sunday night after I double checked he wasn't going to show up. She implied they were on the outs, which really, what does he bring to the table, maybe he is a tripod, otherwise, I see nothing but a big L on his forehead. Dinner was nice, even though we had to wait almost an hour, time went by fast. We know all the same people, it is easy to fill in and catch up. I always think ahead, and maybe we'll be hanging out again, but I need proof Anchor Boy is gone.
5/29/16 Alice Through The Looking Glass Was A Fun Ride?
I thoroughly loved Through The Looking Glass, the colors and imagery lit up the screen beautifully. The first scene puts us in a ship with Alice as captain. She daringly commands the crew through a maneuver to avoid a battle with some pirates. It is a little cheesy, but they escape to fight another day. They then head back to England, where she has been gone over a year. Things have changed, her previous suitor has chosen another bride and he has risen in rank and power. He has forced Alice's mother to sign over their house title in exchange for the boat Alice commands.
While Alice goes to his house to convince him she must be sponsored to head out on another mission, she runs into a butterfly who is the caterpillar that was getting high in Alice In Wonderland. She talks to him briefly and follows him towards a mirror and the butterfly goes through it thus the title. She crosses over to discover the Hatter is in a depressed state which she must figure out how to save. Remember that in this world nothing is impossible, only un-possible.
She is directed to Time, played by Sacha Baron Cohen. He is perfect in this role. He dominates every scene he is in. He warns Alice to forget about going into the past, "you can't change things, you can only learn from it." Of course she doesn't listen, steals his "chronoscope" or something like that and uses it as a time machine to head back and fix where she thinks things went wrong. She doesn't fix anything as she was told, but does learn that the Mad Hatter's family is alive and the Red Queen had something to do with their disappearance.
Time starts chasing after Alice to get his device back as time itself starts unraveling without his device in it's place. We go back with Alice to see the Mad Hatter as a kid and all his friends are there as young versions of themselves. I thought the Cheshire cat was cute, he was a chubby kitty trying to figure out how to disappear and is clumsy about it. At a certain point, Time meets up with the Mad Hatter and they have a pun filled great scene. Time is not amused and punishes them by telling them they will always be 1 minute away from tea but never able to enjoy it.
Alice eventually figures out the Red Queen has the Mad Hatter's family, and she goes and tells him. He is depressed almost to dying, but word that his family is still alive brings him back to life. There is a big battle scene where the Red Queen appears to get the upper hand. She forces the White Queen to join her and they travel back in time to the point where the Red Queen had her accident that gave her the giant heart shaped head.
Everything is almost ruined by the Red Queen, and for a second time is destroyed, but of course Alice manages to save the day. Once Hatter is joined back with his family, her mission is complete and Alice can head back to the real world and deal with the problems facing her and her mother.
While Alice goes to his house to convince him she must be sponsored to head out on another mission, she runs into a butterfly who is the caterpillar that was getting high in Alice In Wonderland. She talks to him briefly and follows him towards a mirror and the butterfly goes through it thus the title. She crosses over to discover the Hatter is in a depressed state which she must figure out how to save. Remember that in this world nothing is impossible, only un-possible.
She is directed to Time, played by Sacha Baron Cohen. He is perfect in this role. He dominates every scene he is in. He warns Alice to forget about going into the past, "you can't change things, you can only learn from it." Of course she doesn't listen, steals his "chronoscope" or something like that and uses it as a time machine to head back and fix where she thinks things went wrong. She doesn't fix anything as she was told, but does learn that the Mad Hatter's family is alive and the Red Queen had something to do with their disappearance.
Time starts chasing after Alice to get his device back as time itself starts unraveling without his device in it's place. We go back with Alice to see the Mad Hatter as a kid and all his friends are there as young versions of themselves. I thought the Cheshire cat was cute, he was a chubby kitty trying to figure out how to disappear and is clumsy about it. At a certain point, Time meets up with the Mad Hatter and they have a pun filled great scene. Time is not amused and punishes them by telling them they will always be 1 minute away from tea but never able to enjoy it.
Alice eventually figures out the Red Queen has the Mad Hatter's family, and she goes and tells him. He is depressed almost to dying, but word that his family is still alive brings him back to life. There is a big battle scene where the Red Queen appears to get the upper hand. She forces the White Queen to join her and they travel back in time to the point where the Red Queen had her accident that gave her the giant heart shaped head.
Everything is almost ruined by the Red Queen, and for a second time is destroyed, but of course Alice manages to save the day. Once Hatter is joined back with his family, her mission is complete and Alice can head back to the real world and deal with the problems facing her and her mother.
Friday, May 27, 2016
5/28/16 Children's Shows Teach Kids Adults Are Stupid?
I was at my folks again this weekend for an interview that I think was a waste of Wife's time. The job description was changed almost overnight, when that happens I believe it can only be to fit a specific candidate, oh well, school's loss. I did get a chance to see our family dynamic at work. My brother's daughter is stressing a little bit about flying for the first time to Florida. I have only flown twice, but I have the most experience in our family, other than my Dad, who was flown to Vietnam to serve his country, then back via Hawaii, then California and finally home. Somebody said ask Grandpa, it's nothing to fly, she looks at him and chuckles "you've never gone anywhere Grandpa." Her Dad about did the record scratch "eerrrttt" sound. Grandpa fought in Vietnam, he killed people for our country, how do you think he got there? Big shrug of the shoulders "idk, a car maybe???" She's 11, and everyone was loud, but I just laughed "cars go over oceans? nice."
I didn't go making her feel bad, I wasn't testing her knowledge of history, but my other brother kept going, saying this is a product of the crap Disney programming she watches. All adults in those shows are stupid or incompetent. Why is this? What is the gain in teaching these naïve kids that adults are bungling nincompoops? I remember shows like Father Knows Best, or Leave It To Beaver, even Happy Days, the dad showed up after a hard day at work and he would dispense knowledge, and the kids would listen.
Phineus and Ferb are two genius boys who create elaborate play-scapes and anything else they want, except the snotty sister is always trying to bust them with their mom. I don't believe there is a decent dad character in any of these modern shows like "I Carly", "Charlie", "Dog With A Blog", "Wizards Of Waverly Place". I do notice all these kids live in big two story houses, have all the modern conveniences, but I'm sorry. In the real world, stupid dads get to live in trailer parks or apartment complexes. You don't get to live in 3000-4000 square feet houses if the parents are as stupid as Disney would have you believe.
I don't let that type of shit float in my house. I don't mind my boys being silly, I don't even mind Chubs punching me too much, if we are joking around. But he better know everything he gets or has or does is because Mama and Daddy are smarter than anybody else they know. Sometimes Chubs starts up with so and so said this or that, and I say nope. Trust me, you are surrounded by Donkeys. If I say something is a certain way, then I am telling you the truth. He had a hard time with my words, but he is starting to notice like I say "You ever notice friend X knows everything?" He comes home every day with some anecdote about X said this and then he said that. I say "see?"
Maybe it's just a war thing, it is said girls are incapable of caring about any information about war stuff. I was letting Chubs read over my shoulder a minute ago, and he couldn't believe his cousin thought you could drive to Vietnam. Wife says they start learning Geography in 3rd grade. She is generally a very smart girl. I'll believe she got flustered because everyone was focused on her, but maybe boys are smarter about stuff. ;)
I didn't go making her feel bad, I wasn't testing her knowledge of history, but my other brother kept going, saying this is a product of the crap Disney programming she watches. All adults in those shows are stupid or incompetent. Why is this? What is the gain in teaching these naïve kids that adults are bungling nincompoops? I remember shows like Father Knows Best, or Leave It To Beaver, even Happy Days, the dad showed up after a hard day at work and he would dispense knowledge, and the kids would listen.
Phineus and Ferb are two genius boys who create elaborate play-scapes and anything else they want, except the snotty sister is always trying to bust them with their mom. I don't believe there is a decent dad character in any of these modern shows like "I Carly", "Charlie", "Dog With A Blog", "Wizards Of Waverly Place". I do notice all these kids live in big two story houses, have all the modern conveniences, but I'm sorry. In the real world, stupid dads get to live in trailer parks or apartment complexes. You don't get to live in 3000-4000 square feet houses if the parents are as stupid as Disney would have you believe.
I don't let that type of shit float in my house. I don't mind my boys being silly, I don't even mind Chubs punching me too much, if we are joking around. But he better know everything he gets or has or does is because Mama and Daddy are smarter than anybody else they know. Sometimes Chubs starts up with so and so said this or that, and I say nope. Trust me, you are surrounded by Donkeys. If I say something is a certain way, then I am telling you the truth. He had a hard time with my words, but he is starting to notice like I say "You ever notice friend X knows everything?" He comes home every day with some anecdote about X said this and then he said that. I say "see?"
Maybe it's just a war thing, it is said girls are incapable of caring about any information about war stuff. I was letting Chubs read over my shoulder a minute ago, and he couldn't believe his cousin thought you could drive to Vietnam. Wife says they start learning Geography in 3rd grade. She is generally a very smart girl. I'll believe she got flustered because everyone was focused on her, but maybe boys are smarter about stuff. ;)
Thursday, May 26, 2016
5/27/16 I Understand Why Lawyers Have No Soul?
I was talking to my lawyer brother last night (Thursday), it was rare for us to be back home during the week, but Wife has an interview and since my tool at work was down for the week, we were encouraged to take time off. We did not get to my parent's home until almost 11:00pm. Wife was going to get out early, but was held up by work until after 5:00pm, then as usual traffic was shitty. Throw in that Chubs wanted to eat in Buda, next to Cabela's at Zaxby's. They have delicious chicken tenders, and even the fries kick ass. My folks were already in bed, but my brothers both showed up to say hi. I had brought some sweetbread (pan dulce), and we sat with some coffee and talked for awhile.
I love the stories my brother shares from work. I can't give specifics, but there will be a loss of empathy when you are worn down like a rock in a flowing river by family members of the accused. Wives and mothers come in daily, and it is always the same thing "when will my son/husband/boyfriend be out? He didn't do anything that bad, why are you keeping him locked up?" My brother says after years you just get used to not believing anything people say. The job requires a young lawyer to develop a hard candy coating, to protect the human within. He says that as great as the money is, there is no way he would want either his son or his daughter doing the kind of work he does. All he can do is deal with the aftermath of a great idea gone bad. The husband who thought it was a great idea to transport some heroin or the nephew high on meth who decides to rape a young family member. These things have consequences, judges set up times of punishment to fit the crimes, the defending lawyer can only work within the rules and try to reduce the length of time served by gathering evidence and presenting the criminal in the best light.
Because he works in Laredo, most of his clients are drug related. There is an honor to this, he says. Men, sometimes women get caught, you will do a certain amount of time, based on the drug and the amount. Most of the time, there is a connection to a gang, and their code is to do the time and keep your mouth shut. This is understood, makes everything clean and tidy. He absolutely hates when the client does something abnormal like rape or do harm to children. These people are usually not well in the head to begin with, and when they are, they know how badly it will be for them locked up. These things happen and he says he has to see pictures of the crime scenes. He's showed me horrendous pictures of things done to humans, things you cannot un-see. When you just do this day in and day out, of course you are going to learn to deal with it if you are going to last. He is successful and he has obviously found a way to deal with the seedy aspect of his job while maintaining a mostly positive persona. He has not let the stress of the job turn him into an alcoholic or worse. He comes home every day to his wife and two spoiled kids, very much like I do. I have a feeling that it helps that he commutes almost an hour and a half each way. This must help give him time to process and put away the horrors and misery that he deals with daily.
I love the stories my brother shares from work. I can't give specifics, but there will be a loss of empathy when you are worn down like a rock in a flowing river by family members of the accused. Wives and mothers come in daily, and it is always the same thing "when will my son/husband/boyfriend be out? He didn't do anything that bad, why are you keeping him locked up?" My brother says after years you just get used to not believing anything people say. The job requires a young lawyer to develop a hard candy coating, to protect the human within. He says that as great as the money is, there is no way he would want either his son or his daughter doing the kind of work he does. All he can do is deal with the aftermath of a great idea gone bad. The husband who thought it was a great idea to transport some heroin or the nephew high on meth who decides to rape a young family member. These things have consequences, judges set up times of punishment to fit the crimes, the defending lawyer can only work within the rules and try to reduce the length of time served by gathering evidence and presenting the criminal in the best light.
Because he works in Laredo, most of his clients are drug related. There is an honor to this, he says. Men, sometimes women get caught, you will do a certain amount of time, based on the drug and the amount. Most of the time, there is a connection to a gang, and their code is to do the time and keep your mouth shut. This is understood, makes everything clean and tidy. He absolutely hates when the client does something abnormal like rape or do harm to children. These people are usually not well in the head to begin with, and when they are, they know how badly it will be for them locked up. These things happen and he says he has to see pictures of the crime scenes. He's showed me horrendous pictures of things done to humans, things you cannot un-see. When you just do this day in and day out, of course you are going to learn to deal with it if you are going to last. He is successful and he has obviously found a way to deal with the seedy aspect of his job while maintaining a mostly positive persona. He has not let the stress of the job turn him into an alcoholic or worse. He comes home every day to his wife and two spoiled kids, very much like I do. I have a feeling that it helps that he commutes almost an hour and a half each way. This must help give him time to process and put away the horrors and misery that he deals with daily.
5/26/16 Chubs Has A Pokemon Theory?
First of all, I love that my boys both think outside the box, I am sure they will succeed in whatever paths they choose to pursue. Today, Chubs and I went to eat at Bill Miller. We both love their chicken tenders and we hadn't gone in a couple weeks because we have been dieting, but while my toe heals, we are kind of floating and being lax about what we eat.
Anyways, while we were waiting for our food, Chubs asked me if I had heard about the new dark theory about Pokémon? I said "I know Ash has to catch them all, and his sidekick Brock wants to become a Pokémon trainer at a gym, and Misty exists to get the girls interested in playing in the Pokémon world. He agreed, but also said the new idea is that Ash is in a coma. He has been dreaming everything that happens. Pikachu is actually his first pet given to him by his uncle. It got into some wires and got electrified, that is why he thinks about Pikachu as having shocking powers. The same idea goes down the line, such as Squirtle is a pet turtle. He must hate cats then because his enemies have Meow who is a talking cat and is the resident bad guy mascot.
The idea makes a lot of sense to me, I mean who would really let ten year olds head off down the road to go capture and train Pokémon all around the world? The idea is a bit ludicrous, not to mention the way they are battled is a little barbaric, much like Mexicans and their cock fights or "people" who fight dogs for sport. The respective Pokémon are kept in balls and produced at the time of battle in an arena. If they are injured, back to their balls to regenerate. Only Pikachu has a habit of staying out and acting like a sidekick, all the others prefer being kept locked away.
The "darkest" of the Pokémon has to be Q-Bone, which I believe I mentioned the last time I wrote a Pokémon blog. He wears the skeleton of his dead mother as his shield and armor. Her skull is his helmet. Why? This is supposed to be a cartoon aimed at 8-12 year olds. Good imagery, Jerks.
I remember following the Pokémon story when Boy was little, we actually went to the movies a few times, some of the last theaters that weren't set up like stairs, such a good idea the way theaters are set up now. The cartoons were always intense and the stories were good enough to get a couple tears in me going. I decided I didn't need to be that invested when Mewtwo came out. That is when they started getting weird. I looked at some of Chub's playing cards, and some were just crystalline shapes or blurs. If Ash is in a coma, he is on his tenth to fifteenth year, I can imagine his visions would start getting weird, specially if they are pumping him full of experimental medicines to try and cure him.
Anyways, while we were waiting for our food, Chubs asked me if I had heard about the new dark theory about Pokémon? I said "I know Ash has to catch them all, and his sidekick Brock wants to become a Pokémon trainer at a gym, and Misty exists to get the girls interested in playing in the Pokémon world. He agreed, but also said the new idea is that Ash is in a coma. He has been dreaming everything that happens. Pikachu is actually his first pet given to him by his uncle. It got into some wires and got electrified, that is why he thinks about Pikachu as having shocking powers. The same idea goes down the line, such as Squirtle is a pet turtle. He must hate cats then because his enemies have Meow who is a talking cat and is the resident bad guy mascot.
The idea makes a lot of sense to me, I mean who would really let ten year olds head off down the road to go capture and train Pokémon all around the world? The idea is a bit ludicrous, not to mention the way they are battled is a little barbaric, much like Mexicans and their cock fights or "people" who fight dogs for sport. The respective Pokémon are kept in balls and produced at the time of battle in an arena. If they are injured, back to their balls to regenerate. Only Pikachu has a habit of staying out and acting like a sidekick, all the others prefer being kept locked away.
The "darkest" of the Pokémon has to be Q-Bone, which I believe I mentioned the last time I wrote a Pokémon blog. He wears the skeleton of his dead mother as his shield and armor. Her skull is his helmet. Why? This is supposed to be a cartoon aimed at 8-12 year olds. Good imagery, Jerks.
I remember following the Pokémon story when Boy was little, we actually went to the movies a few times, some of the last theaters that weren't set up like stairs, such a good idea the way theaters are set up now. The cartoons were always intense and the stories were good enough to get a couple tears in me going. I decided I didn't need to be that invested when Mewtwo came out. That is when they started getting weird. I looked at some of Chub's playing cards, and some were just crystalline shapes or blurs. If Ash is in a coma, he is on his tenth to fifteenth year, I can imagine his visions would start getting weird, specially if they are pumping him full of experimental medicines to try and cure him.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
5/25/16 Two Boys Are Better Than One?
Boy is back home for the summer and has even mentioned maybe staying home through the fall. Wife is excited about the idea. I love Boy and shed a tear when he "moved out", but I do like him in San Marcos during the week. I don't want him on the freeway every day, Chubs and I have our routine, we eat in certain places during the week. I kind of like the cheaper places if it is just us. Boy is like taking a hot chick out to eat. "No, I don't like Mexican food, how about we go have lunch all the way across town?" No, idiot, I need to go to work, in a bit. The restaurants in our immediate vicinity are like he is doing me a favor when he eats with us. Wife has even gotten me used to using the coupons at Fuddrucker's and Luby's. We went to Fuddrucker's Tuesday and I had a coupon for their "works" burger. $8 for a regular burger with cheddar cheese, bacon, and mushrooms, I think. Of course, it wasn't good enough for Boy, he ordered a similar but different burger. Instead of $24 plus tax with fries and a drinks for the three of us, it was like $34 and change. Oh well, I should be glad Mijo is eating with us.
He is supposed to make my life easier by taking out the trash, cutting the grass, bringing in the trash cans, taking them out to the street, watching Chubs when I leave for work. He is just as scared as me of raccoons and stuff by our trashcans at night, but he believes in the chupacabre, so it is worse to get him out of the house at night. He will take the cans out to the street, but we have to remember for him. I then have to tell him to bring in the cans in the evening.
The one thing he excels at is watching Chubs. They generally get along together, both play the same video games, and both like being in their own rooms. This is nice, like tonight Wife had a last night school event. Instead of figuring out what to do with him, or driving him halfway to Bastrop to give him over to Wife, I can just leave to work at whatever time.
He starts working full time this week, so he will also have his own cash to spend instead of us supporting him and his expensive habits. Little Shit is working us, saying he will have absolutely no money to take to Florida. Wife eats it up, "Ok Mijo, Mom and Dad will give you spending money." I say WTF?! If he wants stuff, he should be able to work for his own money. I've been giving Chubs $20 every paycheck all year long, he has about $500-600. We give more than that to Boy, of course, he sucks at saving, so we have to step in and save him? I don't like this at all, we already pay for his Jeep and gas via a Shell credit card. I guess that is the price I have to pay for the luxury of having both boys living under one roof. He should be working near 40 hours a week at about $14/hr. We have about three weeks before we go to Florida, he can't save up $700-800 for the trip? I don't mind paying for food and housing and tickets to the parks, but he should have some WAM- walk around money he makes. He's old enough to drink, he should be old enough to buy his own Oakley sunglasses. Cheap-ass wants to save his money for his comic-cons in the fall.
He is supposed to make my life easier by taking out the trash, cutting the grass, bringing in the trash cans, taking them out to the street, watching Chubs when I leave for work. He is just as scared as me of raccoons and stuff by our trashcans at night, but he believes in the chupacabre, so it is worse to get him out of the house at night. He will take the cans out to the street, but we have to remember for him. I then have to tell him to bring in the cans in the evening.
The one thing he excels at is watching Chubs. They generally get along together, both play the same video games, and both like being in their own rooms. This is nice, like tonight Wife had a last night school event. Instead of figuring out what to do with him, or driving him halfway to Bastrop to give him over to Wife, I can just leave to work at whatever time.
He starts working full time this week, so he will also have his own cash to spend instead of us supporting him and his expensive habits. Little Shit is working us, saying he will have absolutely no money to take to Florida. Wife eats it up, "Ok Mijo, Mom and Dad will give you spending money." I say WTF?! If he wants stuff, he should be able to work for his own money. I've been giving Chubs $20 every paycheck all year long, he has about $500-600. We give more than that to Boy, of course, he sucks at saving, so we have to step in and save him? I don't like this at all, we already pay for his Jeep and gas via a Shell credit card. I guess that is the price I have to pay for the luxury of having both boys living under one roof. He should be working near 40 hours a week at about $14/hr. We have about three weeks before we go to Florida, he can't save up $700-800 for the trip? I don't mind paying for food and housing and tickets to the parks, but he should have some WAM- walk around money he makes. He's old enough to drink, he should be old enough to buy his own Oakley sunglasses. Cheap-ass wants to save his money for his comic-cons in the fall.
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
5/24/16 Sunday Was Full O' Fun?
We went down to my Mom's for a wedding Saturday, but Sunday was also going to be super busy. I got up around noon, Wife had told me she wanted to leave by 11:00am, but she was fantasizing there. She was already out of the shower, but I got out of bed, and just waved at her, "yeah yeah, I'm drinking coffee before you try to light a fire under my ass." One of my aunts was there, so I sat with her and then Wife joined us. Before we knew it, it was past two and I hadn't even taken a shower yet. I went and tried to do my business, but no success, so I showered and we managed to get on the road by 4:00pm or so. Surprisingly, I drove the whole way to my in-law's in San Antonio, I have been fighting this sleepiness that overcomes me almost every time I try to drive long distances.
We had planned to stop at my in-laws, it was the oldest nephew's birthday, and they were cooking some briskets and cupcakes. My stomach finally decided it was time to do its business, luckily we were there. I pooped and promptly showered, my normal routine, I hate the thought of being dirty. We gave our nephew a new baitcasting fishing rod and some fishing accessories, he recently got a kayak, something I've been wanting to do. He had some awesome pictures of fish he has caught and some short videos of them out on the water goofing around in their kayaks.
It had to be after 8:00pm when we left, because we also had a graduation party to go to in Pfluggerville, actually. It is just North of Austin on I-35. I got sleepy leaving my in-laws place and Wife took over the driving about 10 miles from my in-laws house. I sat in the passengers seat and fell asleep hard for about 20 minutes. I woke up to the idea of getting off at Buc-ee's. We stopped for gas and a piss break, and I got my second wind for driving. I took charge and felt quite in control. I called my coworker if they were still up. She had said the party would be going late, but I called to double check. We were the only people there, but understandably, it was about 10:15pm. We sat for some cake and a soda. She said most of the food was gone, but we had eaten at my in-laws.
I hadn't met the daughter, she was very excited to be finished with her degree and already had a job as a SPED teacher in Leander. I don't think I could do this job personally, but I'm glad there are people out there who make this their passion. We left after 11:00pm. and Chubs tried his best to get out of going to school, but no luck.
We were home close to midnight, promptly showered and laid down to write some blogs. Going out of town always gives me fresh ideas to write about which I love. I didn't even get a chance to talk to Boy, who stayed behind. It's like my stomach knew it was home, it started gurgling and contracting. I ended up pooping a second time, which again was followed by a quick shower
We had planned to stop at my in-laws, it was the oldest nephew's birthday, and they were cooking some briskets and cupcakes. My stomach finally decided it was time to do its business, luckily we were there. I pooped and promptly showered, my normal routine, I hate the thought of being dirty. We gave our nephew a new baitcasting fishing rod and some fishing accessories, he recently got a kayak, something I've been wanting to do. He had some awesome pictures of fish he has caught and some short videos of them out on the water goofing around in their kayaks.
It had to be after 8:00pm when we left, because we also had a graduation party to go to in Pfluggerville, actually. It is just North of Austin on I-35. I got sleepy leaving my in-laws place and Wife took over the driving about 10 miles from my in-laws house. I sat in the passengers seat and fell asleep hard for about 20 minutes. I woke up to the idea of getting off at Buc-ee's. We stopped for gas and a piss break, and I got my second wind for driving. I took charge and felt quite in control. I called my coworker if they were still up. She had said the party would be going late, but I called to double check. We were the only people there, but understandably, it was about 10:15pm. We sat for some cake and a soda. She said most of the food was gone, but we had eaten at my in-laws.
I hadn't met the daughter, she was very excited to be finished with her degree and already had a job as a SPED teacher in Leander. I don't think I could do this job personally, but I'm glad there are people out there who make this their passion. We left after 11:00pm. and Chubs tried his best to get out of going to school, but no luck.
We were home close to midnight, promptly showered and laid down to write some blogs. Going out of town always gives me fresh ideas to write about which I love. I didn't even get a chance to talk to Boy, who stayed behind. It's like my stomach knew it was home, it started gurgling and contracting. I ended up pooping a second time, which again was followed by a quick shower
Sunday, May 22, 2016
5/23/16 Motorcycles: Cost-Effective Transportation Or Jerk-Off Mobiles?
I am bothered when Big Brother tells us to do something for someone not worthy of my respect. On most signs out on the highway, we are reminded to share the roads with our motorcycle riders. Is there a bigger batch of douchebags out on the open road today, by percentages? Guys who drive shitty, noisy Hondas are a close second, but dammit, do motorcyclists as a whole, make it hard to like them. I have no problem giving them their space, they are a vehicle, I would never want to cause anyone harm. Tell me though, why do they get to act like assholes, in the last 3-4 months I've seen a guy on a bike drive on the shoulder to continue moving forward while the whole highway was stopped. I've seen them also cutting between cars, driving on the white lines, permissible in California, but not in my Texas.
One night a couple of cop cars were trying to stop a group of motorcyclists, they did not look like a gang, just a bunch of kids, but they took off in different directions trying to get away from the tickets they probably deserved. Because they are driving a nimble, smaller vehicle, they feel like they can slide below the law. A few times we have also been passed like we were standing still by pairs of bikers. If I am going 75-80 and they can pass that fast, they must be going over 100. It does scare me that we are going to see them lose control and cause an accident or be the victim smeared on the ground, and if you are going to be that reckless, we should still watch out for you? Why don't we start with you watching out for you?
Tonight, we were driving home from out of town and a small-ish motorcycle passed us, but it felt like he passed a chainsaw 1 foot away from my ear. I had my windows rolled up, my cabin is super quiet, barely hear any road noise, but this stupid thing pierced both our ears. Wife cussed in his general direction too. He was a good 200 yards away and we could still hear his 50 cent muffler making more noise than the guy was worth. If anybody needs to end up under a tractor trailer, it's this asshole.
Redbull, the loud, hyper guy I work with drives a motorcycle (of course he does). He wants to argue that he never sees any motorcyclists doing any wrongdoings, that it is usually the bigger cars not paying attention, weaving all over the road. Guys have to protect themselves, that is why some insist on the noisy mufflers so they'll be heard coming behind you.
Obviously, there are good people driving on motorcycles, your vehicle does not automatically make you a monster, but I can bet there are a higher percentage of jerks and assholes driving on two wheels. Bikes are cheaper than cars, they are also "cooler" so high testosterone guys migrate to them, meaning they are more prone to want to show off to any passing cuties. Guys in their twenties in packs are never a good idea in civilized society, they are going to fuck shit up, they just have to.
So please, government entity, don't tell me to respect the motorcyclist on the road, when those a-holes don't respect us. If they did respect us, they would do away with those awful loud mufflers, they would stay in their lanes, they would know that the law in Texas does not let you cut through stalled traffic, you are not more important than the mini van you just passed.
One night a couple of cop cars were trying to stop a group of motorcyclists, they did not look like a gang, just a bunch of kids, but they took off in different directions trying to get away from the tickets they probably deserved. Because they are driving a nimble, smaller vehicle, they feel like they can slide below the law. A few times we have also been passed like we were standing still by pairs of bikers. If I am going 75-80 and they can pass that fast, they must be going over 100. It does scare me that we are going to see them lose control and cause an accident or be the victim smeared on the ground, and if you are going to be that reckless, we should still watch out for you? Why don't we start with you watching out for you?
Tonight, we were driving home from out of town and a small-ish motorcycle passed us, but it felt like he passed a chainsaw 1 foot away from my ear. I had my windows rolled up, my cabin is super quiet, barely hear any road noise, but this stupid thing pierced both our ears. Wife cussed in his general direction too. He was a good 200 yards away and we could still hear his 50 cent muffler making more noise than the guy was worth. If anybody needs to end up under a tractor trailer, it's this asshole.
Redbull, the loud, hyper guy I work with drives a motorcycle (of course he does). He wants to argue that he never sees any motorcyclists doing any wrongdoings, that it is usually the bigger cars not paying attention, weaving all over the road. Guys have to protect themselves, that is why some insist on the noisy mufflers so they'll be heard coming behind you.
Obviously, there are good people driving on motorcycles, your vehicle does not automatically make you a monster, but I can bet there are a higher percentage of jerks and assholes driving on two wheels. Bikes are cheaper than cars, they are also "cooler" so high testosterone guys migrate to them, meaning they are more prone to want to show off to any passing cuties. Guys in their twenties in packs are never a good idea in civilized society, they are going to fuck shit up, they just have to.
So please, government entity, don't tell me to respect the motorcyclist on the road, when those a-holes don't respect us. If they did respect us, they would do away with those awful loud mufflers, they would stay in their lanes, they would know that the law in Texas does not let you cut through stalled traffic, you are not more important than the mini van you just passed.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
5/22/16 Church Is Slowly Coming Out Of The Medieval Age?
We are down at my mom's for a wedding. I didn't realize there would be a church service. The wedding was for my sister's in-laws 50th anniversary. We had to travel to the neighboring town about 10 miles away and find their Catholic Church, which I have to say strongly resembles the church in our hometown. Even including the ceramic/stone statues of angels and the myriad images of Jesus Christ. Do all Catholic Churches need to have the walking of Jesus as he drags along his own cross on his way to his crucifixion? The story is a downer, at least he looks dark and realistic, some Jesus Christ's are blond and blue eyed, and from where he would have come from, I can't believe that would be a true representation.
I was sitting there counting the things they could do to improve the whole church routine. First of all, I hate all the stand, sit, stand, kneel, stand, form a line, eat this piece of paper. I was whispering to my mom, enjoy the mono or the herpes you all are fixing to get from the goblet of wine. It has been a couple years since last I attended a church ceremony. According to my mom, they did away with the offering of the wine because of the thought of disease spreading so easily this way. Wow, is all I could think. The wine used to represent the blood of Jesus, yet it looks like it wasn't that important, as it was removed pretty quick.
How about adding some women priests? Come on Roman Catholic Church, open it up for the lady priests, they can be as holy as a man, can't they? It might help clean up that bad image of priests wanting to touch little boys, but what do I know? I had read a story on Discover or Time about a very high percentage of priests are gay, and this is a good place for them to hide in plain sight. They aren't allowed to marry, so that is an excellent excuse for a gay man, and yet, one can function and be the center of attention and respect in a societal group.
I don't know what the persuasion of the priest today, maybe he was one of the good ones, but his accent was horrible. I was thinking "I know I'm not paying attention, but I can barely understand this guy, then when we got out, my mom and Wife both said the same thing. He was able to minister in both English and Spanish, so that was cool, for the audience, but the ceremony was already long enough without him repeating everything in two languages, but barely understandable in either. He made a joke, but had to tell us to laugh, the verbal cues were not enough. It was about the husband in a successful marriage will make all the big decisions and the wife will make all the little decisions, but in fifty years of marriage they had all been little decisions.
I'm not sure what one gains by doubling up on the "I do's" with the same spouse, but it is a nice testament that after fifty years, they are still together and in love enough to repeat the effort. For all we know, maybe only the ones who stay together fifty plus years get to go to heaven and sit with the Big Guy upstairs. Everybody else gets a certificate, thanks for playing, but you still go to hell. None of us can profess to know exactly what the rules are for going through the pearly gates.
I was sitting there counting the things they could do to improve the whole church routine. First of all, I hate all the stand, sit, stand, kneel, stand, form a line, eat this piece of paper. I was whispering to my mom, enjoy the mono or the herpes you all are fixing to get from the goblet of wine. It has been a couple years since last I attended a church ceremony. According to my mom, they did away with the offering of the wine because of the thought of disease spreading so easily this way. Wow, is all I could think. The wine used to represent the blood of Jesus, yet it looks like it wasn't that important, as it was removed pretty quick.
How about adding some women priests? Come on Roman Catholic Church, open it up for the lady priests, they can be as holy as a man, can't they? It might help clean up that bad image of priests wanting to touch little boys, but what do I know? I had read a story on Discover or Time about a very high percentage of priests are gay, and this is a good place for them to hide in plain sight. They aren't allowed to marry, so that is an excellent excuse for a gay man, and yet, one can function and be the center of attention and respect in a societal group.
I don't know what the persuasion of the priest today, maybe he was one of the good ones, but his accent was horrible. I was thinking "I know I'm not paying attention, but I can barely understand this guy, then when we got out, my mom and Wife both said the same thing. He was able to minister in both English and Spanish, so that was cool, for the audience, but the ceremony was already long enough without him repeating everything in two languages, but barely understandable in either. He made a joke, but had to tell us to laugh, the verbal cues were not enough. It was about the husband in a successful marriage will make all the big decisions and the wife will make all the little decisions, but in fifty years of marriage they had all been little decisions.
I'm not sure what one gains by doubling up on the "I do's" with the same spouse, but it is a nice testament that after fifty years, they are still together and in love enough to repeat the effort. For all we know, maybe only the ones who stay together fifty plus years get to go to heaven and sit with the Big Guy upstairs. Everybody else gets a certificate, thanks for playing, but you still go to hell. None of us can profess to know exactly what the rules are for going through the pearly gates.
Friday, May 20, 2016
5/21/16 Weekends Are Supposed To Be Restful?
This weekend has started out to be a busy one. My sister's in-laws are having their 50th anniversary and to celebrate they are renewing their vows. We decided to go out of respect for my brother in law and that is generally what family does for one another.
Before we headed out of town, we had to get through today (Friday) and it was a busy one. Chubs had a track and field day and Wife "demanded" I attend. Since I only worked a partial night last night, I could not use work as an excuse. I got up around 10:40am (because I still stayed up late to iron my slacks and dress shirt) and promptly woke Boy to share the suffering of being up early. Boy was just asleep because he is lazy. We got to the school and hung out to watch Chubs eat lunch, then finally go out and do some tug of war fun. We hung out until around 2:00pm before going back to class. Since it was just an hour before letting out, I asked the teacher if it would be okay to take Chubs out early. She said he would be counted tardy, but it would be okay. We did and headed to the mall. Boy had been asking for new pants for a month or so and we finally got a chance to go. He only seems to like the clothes from Buckle, and they do have a store card. Boy was able to apply and get a store card, which gives him freedom to shop by himself in the future. Chubs talked me into buying him some Affliction shirts ensuring he too will be a junior douche, like his bro bro. We started heading home, Wife called she was on her way, by now it was closer to five. Before I could relax, I had to stop and get some fancy wrapping paper for the gift for the wedding. I did.
Wife was home by the time I made it home, Boy had a friend over, we thought she was going to go eat with us, so we hung out a bit, figuring we would let the traffic in San Antonio settle down. We then left after everything was packed, and stopped to eat at Zaxby's, next to Cabela's. They sell chicken as wings or tenders. It is our newest favorite place, so good. We then said goodbye to Boy, he headed back to Austin in his Jeep (he works on the weekends) and we finally headed to my Mom's around 7:00pm. I was down to 30 miles of gas, but I like stopping at Buc-ee's, so we kept going. We made it to Buc-ee's with 14 miles left on the readout thingy. Of course, we killed another while in there, and then we were on our way. We finally got to Crystal City around 10:40pm. My folks were up, but my lame ass lawyer brother went to watch shitty baseball in Houston, and my sister was already in bed, with her kids already asleep. Seems weird because my boys have always stayed up late on any given free day.
We got caught up at the table, ate some pan dulce, then it was shower time. I got out to watch my mom watching "Fear the Walking Dead". It seems like a stupid show. Wife watches those shows too and I don't understand why. I would much rather watch "How Things Are Made" or a "House Hunters" episode. It is 1:15am, I am writing this hungry, Chubs is eating a banana, but tomorrow will be busy so I didn't want to run to Carrizo Springs (~10 miles away) to the only place that serves food 24 hours a day. I might shrink overnight, might not be able to sleep with my stomach growling, only some sweetbread (pan dulce) in there and all the junk food we ate on the road.
Before we headed out of town, we had to get through today (Friday) and it was a busy one. Chubs had a track and field day and Wife "demanded" I attend. Since I only worked a partial night last night, I could not use work as an excuse. I got up around 10:40am (because I still stayed up late to iron my slacks and dress shirt) and promptly woke Boy to share the suffering of being up early. Boy was just asleep because he is lazy. We got to the school and hung out to watch Chubs eat lunch, then finally go out and do some tug of war fun. We hung out until around 2:00pm before going back to class. Since it was just an hour before letting out, I asked the teacher if it would be okay to take Chubs out early. She said he would be counted tardy, but it would be okay. We did and headed to the mall. Boy had been asking for new pants for a month or so and we finally got a chance to go. He only seems to like the clothes from Buckle, and they do have a store card. Boy was able to apply and get a store card, which gives him freedom to shop by himself in the future. Chubs talked me into buying him some Affliction shirts ensuring he too will be a junior douche, like his bro bro. We started heading home, Wife called she was on her way, by now it was closer to five. Before I could relax, I had to stop and get some fancy wrapping paper for the gift for the wedding. I did.
Wife was home by the time I made it home, Boy had a friend over, we thought she was going to go eat with us, so we hung out a bit, figuring we would let the traffic in San Antonio settle down. We then left after everything was packed, and stopped to eat at Zaxby's, next to Cabela's. They sell chicken as wings or tenders. It is our newest favorite place, so good. We then said goodbye to Boy, he headed back to Austin in his Jeep (he works on the weekends) and we finally headed to my Mom's around 7:00pm. I was down to 30 miles of gas, but I like stopping at Buc-ee's, so we kept going. We made it to Buc-ee's with 14 miles left on the readout thingy. Of course, we killed another while in there, and then we were on our way. We finally got to Crystal City around 10:40pm. My folks were up, but my lame ass lawyer brother went to watch shitty baseball in Houston, and my sister was already in bed, with her kids already asleep. Seems weird because my boys have always stayed up late on any given free day.
We got caught up at the table, ate some pan dulce, then it was shower time. I got out to watch my mom watching "Fear the Walking Dead". It seems like a stupid show. Wife watches those shows too and I don't understand why. I would much rather watch "How Things Are Made" or a "House Hunters" episode. It is 1:15am, I am writing this hungry, Chubs is eating a banana, but tomorrow will be busy so I didn't want to run to Carrizo Springs (~10 miles away) to the only place that serves food 24 hours a day. I might shrink overnight, might not be able to sleep with my stomach growling, only some sweetbread (pan dulce) in there and all the junk food we ate on the road.
5/20/16 When Opportunity Knocks, Answer The Door?
Growing up, I always told myself I wanted to be rich. We all do that, some of us just want it without a willingness to put in the work. Well, my male appendage almost ruined everything when "we" got pregnant right as I was interviewing to get into medical school. After five years of luck, right as I was fixing to stretch my wings, then Girlfriend, tied a noose around me and said nuh-uh. You gonna fly Fatboy, you gonna carry three. I laid low, worked in a warehouse, felt sorry for myself for about a year and a half, then I got back on my feet. I got lucky, or God intervened (most of you don't believe in hard work, God makes things happen, for a few of us), but I landed a job where I am and after a year on the ground floor, was finally allowed to start making some decent money. The real opportunity came when I heard of a position on nights that had been available for months, nobody wanted it. There were a handful of other guys with degrees, but nobody thought it a good idea to work nights, some were afraid.
I went in and that supervisor turned out to be one of my favorite bosses ever. He was me twenty years later. Pervert to the bone, once I was trusted, we would go to a steak dinner followed by a strip club every other week, coinciding with payday. Those were three of my favorite years working with that group. I never would have known if I didn't take that leap of faith in my ability to work at night. That job eventually went away as three of the four factories closed, but again, I saw a posting for my current job and once that boss was laid off, along with most of my crew, I knew it was just a matter of time. I jumped with months to spare. I am still on nights, right at twenty years, but I love it. I think it has helped our marriage. Wife is an awesome person, but she is concentrated and turned up to 10. Like those frozen orange juice cylinders that you mix with water, she needs to be cut with a little time. The time apart during the week makes the weekends enjoyable.
I believe opportunity is knocking again. This time for Wife. She went and got a Master's Degree and for all her efforts, she got a shitty $25 raise a paycheck. Shit, she got a stipend worth a lot more money for driving the bus this past year and sitting around watching kids twice a week. And the imbeciles in charge wonder why good people don't go into education... I digress, they called her from a small town 15 minutes from the town we grew up in. They are offering a Director job, and although I support whatever she does, Chubs lost it and said no. I believe she is gun-ho for a change, especially since where she is at, she seems to have hit her personal glass ceiling. ACC has been her "future" for awhile, but they keep hiring from within. I say if this job is for a year or two, and she can come back with Director on her resume, the sacrifice will be worth it.
She would either drive up with Chubs on the weekends, or I would drive down. She could either stay at my mom's, or we could set up our RV on my mom's property and she could sleep there. Chub's was supposed to go to an advanced program next year, but I did fine going to school in my hometown. He could always join it the following year.
Opportunity does not always show up how we wish it did. But for those willing to step outside their comfort zones, there will always be a chance to become a thousandaire.
I went in and that supervisor turned out to be one of my favorite bosses ever. He was me twenty years later. Pervert to the bone, once I was trusted, we would go to a steak dinner followed by a strip club every other week, coinciding with payday. Those were three of my favorite years working with that group. I never would have known if I didn't take that leap of faith in my ability to work at night. That job eventually went away as three of the four factories closed, but again, I saw a posting for my current job and once that boss was laid off, along with most of my crew, I knew it was just a matter of time. I jumped with months to spare. I am still on nights, right at twenty years, but I love it. I think it has helped our marriage. Wife is an awesome person, but she is concentrated and turned up to 10. Like those frozen orange juice cylinders that you mix with water, she needs to be cut with a little time. The time apart during the week makes the weekends enjoyable.
I believe opportunity is knocking again. This time for Wife. She went and got a Master's Degree and for all her efforts, she got a shitty $25 raise a paycheck. Shit, she got a stipend worth a lot more money for driving the bus this past year and sitting around watching kids twice a week. And the imbeciles in charge wonder why good people don't go into education... I digress, they called her from a small town 15 minutes from the town we grew up in. They are offering a Director job, and although I support whatever she does, Chubs lost it and said no. I believe she is gun-ho for a change, especially since where she is at, she seems to have hit her personal glass ceiling. ACC has been her "future" for awhile, but they keep hiring from within. I say if this job is for a year or two, and she can come back with Director on her resume, the sacrifice will be worth it.
She would either drive up with Chubs on the weekends, or I would drive down. She could either stay at my mom's, or we could set up our RV on my mom's property and she could sleep there. Chub's was supposed to go to an advanced program next year, but I did fine going to school in my hometown. He could always join it the following year.
Opportunity does not always show up how we wish it did. But for those willing to step outside their comfort zones, there will always be a chance to become a thousandaire.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
5/19/16 My Nail "Surgery" Taught Me Once Again, People Suck?
I'm a big boy, I don't need much to get by. Wife and Chubs smother me with love and attention, and Boy is just a cherry on top. Not very good at displaying emotions my little robot, but he tries. But dammit, some of you a-holes out there who I bend myself backwards for regularly, when I am down, even if for a day or two, seriously, put the fucking self absorbed routine down, act like a goddamn human and at least come for a visit.
Empathy is something that needs to be taught, so dare I say it is not just your fault you're shitty, but your whole family has taught you to be shitty? I always like to reverse positions given anything that is going to cost me time and energy. If I were sick, hungry, out of money, would I want company, would I want someone bringing me a little thoughtful gesture? I think that is what makes a human decent, we can all say "I am going to pray for you" or "I really care". How about doing something that burns calories? I don't mean flowers, or an expensive cake from Central Market, but is it too much to bring even a pie slice from Bill Miller or some cookies from HEB?
I am learning that I really do go too far for people I have decided to care for around here. Nobody from even five years ago before Boy graduated bothers coming to visit anymore. I feel like I was fucking feeding half of Del Valle not that long ago, now all you sum bitches can't be bothered to come over? You assholes have cars, half of you dingbats aren't doing a fucking productive thing with your lives, sitting around talking about getting drunk. Slow clap for you. If this is what "family" means to y'all, take my left nut and choke on it.
I didn't need any of you to get out to the lake, to go camping, make my way to Disney, and do things you all didn't even know existed. I wish you well, Live your narrow empty lives getting by, I will take my experiences and share them elsewhere. I hate to brag, but you don't find people like me every day, someone willing to lift you higher than you thought you were worth, but maybe that is the problem. When you grow up surrounded by bullshit and empty promises, it makes it hard to believe when someone you should listen to shows up.
Maybe I'm just butthurt, maybe half of y'all that know me suck, either way, I'm fine. I write it and forget it. No hard feelings, whether your phone doesn't work, you work too late, you don't know our schedule, you never got our messages, your significant other doesn't let you communicate with us, it's all good. We got the same phone numbers, I'll be holding me breath, I know y'all will come through with the love. If not, well, I still wish you well.
Empathy is something that needs to be taught, so dare I say it is not just your fault you're shitty, but your whole family has taught you to be shitty? I always like to reverse positions given anything that is going to cost me time and energy. If I were sick, hungry, out of money, would I want company, would I want someone bringing me a little thoughtful gesture? I think that is what makes a human decent, we can all say "I am going to pray for you" or "I really care". How about doing something that burns calories? I don't mean flowers, or an expensive cake from Central Market, but is it too much to bring even a pie slice from Bill Miller or some cookies from HEB?
I am learning that I really do go too far for people I have decided to care for around here. Nobody from even five years ago before Boy graduated bothers coming to visit anymore. I feel like I was fucking feeding half of Del Valle not that long ago, now all you sum bitches can't be bothered to come over? You assholes have cars, half of you dingbats aren't doing a fucking productive thing with your lives, sitting around talking about getting drunk. Slow clap for you. If this is what "family" means to y'all, take my left nut and choke on it.
I didn't need any of you to get out to the lake, to go camping, make my way to Disney, and do things you all didn't even know existed. I wish you well, Live your narrow empty lives getting by, I will take my experiences and share them elsewhere. I hate to brag, but you don't find people like me every day, someone willing to lift you higher than you thought you were worth, but maybe that is the problem. When you grow up surrounded by bullshit and empty promises, it makes it hard to believe when someone you should listen to shows up.
Maybe I'm just butthurt, maybe half of y'all that know me suck, either way, I'm fine. I write it and forget it. No hard feelings, whether your phone doesn't work, you work too late, you don't know our schedule, you never got our messages, your significant other doesn't let you communicate with us, it's all good. We got the same phone numbers, I'll be holding me breath, I know y'all will come through with the love. If not, well, I still wish you well.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
5/18/16 Doubting My Ability To Handle A Dog?
Chubs has been the very definition of a hemorrhoid the last month. Being that he can get online by himself, he has spent a good deal of time reading about different breeds of dogs. He came to the conclusion that the beagle would be perfect for him. It is a sturdy, playful dog, with a lot of energy and they generally get along with clumsy kids. I even was able to go one better and found what are deemed "pocket beagles", which are smaller beagles, instead of growing to 13 or 15 inches at the shoulders, these only get to about 10 inches and don't get above 20 pounds.
The one breeder above Dallas that claims to be Texas certified to sell "pocket beagles" had 1-2 puppies, but just today put on their web page a handful of other pups available in the next couple weeks. First of all, I about choke on the price, between $1095 and $1595. They seem to favor the females as they tend to be pricier, the one at $1595 has chocolate coloring instead of the normal black, brown and white. She also has blue eyes, obviously if I were to get one, I want the rarer looking one. Plus females aren't going to piss all over my house, like a male will. Another small negative is the distance, the farm claims to be 90 miles north of Dallas, and Dallas is already a three hour drive for us.
Then if we get him, we have plans to go to Florida for a week, what do we do with the pup? My brother is teasing he is coming back, so he would be the first choice, but after that, it gets iffy. I don't want to pay to put him in a kennel, I was told it could get expensive. I could either leave it with Girlie, but they are already too many peeps at her place, or let her stay at our house while we are away, but she is interested in herself, I'm not sure she has enough time to spend with a new puppy. Then there is the cost of going to a vet for the first shots. There's a rabies shot, deworming shots, and others I'm sure. How about if we decide to train the dog at PetSmart or something like that? More money, is all I hear.
The list of cons is getting longer. I like making my boys happy, but this might be a bridge too far. Boy is also waiting to pounce, I know as soon as we pull the trigger on a dog for Chubs, he is going to say "what about me?" He's kind of dumb, wants exotic dog breeds I can't even pronounce the names to. All this puppy talk is just a bad dream, I want to wake up and be past it. Hopefully, without a dog. Boy could always be bought when he was little, I could offer something else and he would forget about what he was asking for. Chubs is like an elephant, does not forget anything. He is also figuring out ways to outsmart us. He's tried reverse psychology, he has even offered us his Florida money, saying here, I've been to Florida a lot, I don't need souvenirs. I've been giving him $20 every time I get paid for almost a year. He has like $500. It is almost half the cost of a male. Maybe after we get back from our vacation.
The one breeder above Dallas that claims to be Texas certified to sell "pocket beagles" had 1-2 puppies, but just today put on their web page a handful of other pups available in the next couple weeks. First of all, I about choke on the price, between $1095 and $1595. They seem to favor the females as they tend to be pricier, the one at $1595 has chocolate coloring instead of the normal black, brown and white. She also has blue eyes, obviously if I were to get one, I want the rarer looking one. Plus females aren't going to piss all over my house, like a male will. Another small negative is the distance, the farm claims to be 90 miles north of Dallas, and Dallas is already a three hour drive for us.
Then if we get him, we have plans to go to Florida for a week, what do we do with the pup? My brother is teasing he is coming back, so he would be the first choice, but after that, it gets iffy. I don't want to pay to put him in a kennel, I was told it could get expensive. I could either leave it with Girlie, but they are already too many peeps at her place, or let her stay at our house while we are away, but she is interested in herself, I'm not sure she has enough time to spend with a new puppy. Then there is the cost of going to a vet for the first shots. There's a rabies shot, deworming shots, and others I'm sure. How about if we decide to train the dog at PetSmart or something like that? More money, is all I hear.
The list of cons is getting longer. I like making my boys happy, but this might be a bridge too far. Boy is also waiting to pounce, I know as soon as we pull the trigger on a dog for Chubs, he is going to say "what about me?" He's kind of dumb, wants exotic dog breeds I can't even pronounce the names to. All this puppy talk is just a bad dream, I want to wake up and be past it. Hopefully, without a dog. Boy could always be bought when he was little, I could offer something else and he would forget about what he was asking for. Chubs is like an elephant, does not forget anything. He is also figuring out ways to outsmart us. He's tried reverse psychology, he has even offered us his Florida money, saying here, I've been to Florida a lot, I don't need souvenirs. I've been giving him $20 every time I get paid for almost a year. He has like $500. It is almost half the cost of a male. Maybe after we get back from our vacation.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
5/17/16 My Experiences Make Me?
When America decided it was time to go to the moon, it pinned back its ears and got its ass moving. In a short time, Neil Armstrong bounced around the moon's surface. When Mexico decided it was time to go to the moon, either Wife or my Mom called the Casa Blanca (I don't know who is in charge), and reminded them that it would be too expensive. They pinned another beer back and watched as their neighbors to the north became synonymous with space flight, jets, rockets, the future. Mexico has soccer and tequila, equally good stuff.
I have an itch up my ass to get some kayaks and become "those types of people." Wife of course is more worried about holding on to the two dollars we got in the bank, and my mom who is supposed to be all encouraging just said it would be a waste of money, like most everything else I try to get into. These are my closest allies, and they wonder why I talk to other people. Like man reaching the moon, it only comes after the collective people rally together and you strive forward. Will it be better long term to just sit on my fat ass and watch the sun set from my patio every day? Ay Dios Mio, let's not venture out, it will be far safer to stay home, and maybe count pennies, that would make an excellent hobby.
Maybe the boat cost me some money and maybe we don't use it anymore. It still runs, it's just a matter of spending money to get it going. We have a lot of great memories on the boat, we wouldn't even know how many lakes are around us if I hadn't grown a pair and gotten the boat in the first place. Maybe we didn't use the RV last season, I was between trucks, and my new truck currently still doesn't have a hitch so I can't move my RV yet this season. But if it weren't for me once again forging the path and getting into the RV lifestyle, my parents, in laws, and brother in law would not currently own an RV. My brother in law is right now living in his RV while they sell their house to make the move to a larger newer house. Yeah, that is possible because I took the risk and bought an RV.
I know it is human nature to be wary and scared, but to the risk takers come the rewards. I have coworkers with more money than brains and what does it matter? When you put it all away, how much have you enjoyed your riches? I guess your cat can live the high life when you die prematurely of a tightened sphincter cause you never relaxed and had fun. Good planning there genius, we are all impressed. Look at any of the countries that are too cheap to look forward and think "would you want to live there than here?" The US has its problems, but if you want to experience shit and be part of the future, you are better off here than in tequila town.
I have an itch up my ass to get some kayaks and become "those types of people." Wife of course is more worried about holding on to the two dollars we got in the bank, and my mom who is supposed to be all encouraging just said it would be a waste of money, like most everything else I try to get into. These are my closest allies, and they wonder why I talk to other people. Like man reaching the moon, it only comes after the collective people rally together and you strive forward. Will it be better long term to just sit on my fat ass and watch the sun set from my patio every day? Ay Dios Mio, let's not venture out, it will be far safer to stay home, and maybe count pennies, that would make an excellent hobby.
Maybe the boat cost me some money and maybe we don't use it anymore. It still runs, it's just a matter of spending money to get it going. We have a lot of great memories on the boat, we wouldn't even know how many lakes are around us if I hadn't grown a pair and gotten the boat in the first place. Maybe we didn't use the RV last season, I was between trucks, and my new truck currently still doesn't have a hitch so I can't move my RV yet this season. But if it weren't for me once again forging the path and getting into the RV lifestyle, my parents, in laws, and brother in law would not currently own an RV. My brother in law is right now living in his RV while they sell their house to make the move to a larger newer house. Yeah, that is possible because I took the risk and bought an RV.
I know it is human nature to be wary and scared, but to the risk takers come the rewards. I have coworkers with more money than brains and what does it matter? When you put it all away, how much have you enjoyed your riches? I guess your cat can live the high life when you die prematurely of a tightened sphincter cause you never relaxed and had fun. Good planning there genius, we are all impressed. Look at any of the countries that are too cheap to look forward and think "would you want to live there than here?" The US has its problems, but if you want to experience shit and be part of the future, you are better off here than in tequila town.
Monday, May 16, 2016
5/16/16 Captain America: Civil War
I love that Boy works at Alamo Drafthouse. We were out wasting an afternoon looking at fishing stuff at Cabela's Saturday evening, as my fishing bug has been stoked by the idea of getting a fishing kayak, when Boy called and offered tickets to watch the new Captain America movie. It was almost 9:00pm, and he said the movie was at 11:00pm, so I said sure. We rushed on home, only to catch him in mid-game mode, don't bother his Highness when he is killing bad guys. He gave a little attitude to which I responded back "little Shit, you offered the movies, change the attitude." He actually got off whatever game and calmed down. We ended up sitting around for an hour, but we got going around 10:15pm. It was just down Slaughter Lane, we were there in 10 minutes or so.
I wasn't sure what to expect from the movie, but we looked it up and it was 160 minutes long, so 2 hours and 40 minutes. The premise was that Captain America and Iron Man have a disagreement and thus end up on different sides. Turns out Bucky, Captain America's friend from 100 years ago was accused of blowing up a UN meeting and killing a bunch of people. He is to be brought in Dead, not alive. Captain America feels honor bound to stand by his side, but most the other heroes have agreed to sign papers with the UN where they will not respond to an emergency unless told so by new bosses. Captain America was already against this idea. Siding with Bucky made him an accessory to the crime, as he prevents the capture of him for some time.
There is one battle scene where Iron Man has gotten Spider Man to help, while Captain America gets help from Ant Man and about half the regular Avengers. I thought it was cheap of them, because every decision is based on money in the real world, but Thor and the Hulk did not appear this time around. There was a new super hero which I will not spoil, plus a bad guy that turns at the last minute and you can't help but feel a little sorry for him.
I also hate how the US government sends in Mr. Adult and pisses on the Avengers for destroying New York and everywhere else they have fought, completely ignoring the big hole in the sky where evil "monsters" were flooding the Earth. If we suspend reality and believe the movie, "what would the US government do? The Avengers saved the day when they needed to, now you want them to pay for the damage they caused? Even in this movie, some unfortunate people were killed, but they were able to stop some bad guys intent on stealing a biological weapon which could have been used to kill thousands of people. That part gets brushed aside in favor of the handful of people that died, it is sad, but they try their best to minimize accidental deaths.
Overall, I went in thinking I would be on Ironman's side because I generally like Tony Stark more, but I sided with Captain America and what he did. In the end, they were left kind of like the A-Team. On the run, the UN trying to keep those heroes who did not sign the agreement (that they would be bossed around by UN people) incarcerated, but they escaped and would be on the run, until needed. This will no doubt be when the next movie is ready.
I wasn't sure what to expect from the movie, but we looked it up and it was 160 minutes long, so 2 hours and 40 minutes. The premise was that Captain America and Iron Man have a disagreement and thus end up on different sides. Turns out Bucky, Captain America's friend from 100 years ago was accused of blowing up a UN meeting and killing a bunch of people. He is to be brought in Dead, not alive. Captain America feels honor bound to stand by his side, but most the other heroes have agreed to sign papers with the UN where they will not respond to an emergency unless told so by new bosses. Captain America was already against this idea. Siding with Bucky made him an accessory to the crime, as he prevents the capture of him for some time.
There is one battle scene where Iron Man has gotten Spider Man to help, while Captain America gets help from Ant Man and about half the regular Avengers. I thought it was cheap of them, because every decision is based on money in the real world, but Thor and the Hulk did not appear this time around. There was a new super hero which I will not spoil, plus a bad guy that turns at the last minute and you can't help but feel a little sorry for him.
I also hate how the US government sends in Mr. Adult and pisses on the Avengers for destroying New York and everywhere else they have fought, completely ignoring the big hole in the sky where evil "monsters" were flooding the Earth. If we suspend reality and believe the movie, "what would the US government do? The Avengers saved the day when they needed to, now you want them to pay for the damage they caused? Even in this movie, some unfortunate people were killed, but they were able to stop some bad guys intent on stealing a biological weapon which could have been used to kill thousands of people. That part gets brushed aside in favor of the handful of people that died, it is sad, but they try their best to minimize accidental deaths.
Overall, I went in thinking I would be on Ironman's side because I generally like Tony Stark more, but I sided with Captain America and what he did. In the end, they were left kind of like the A-Team. On the run, the UN trying to keep those heroes who did not sign the agreement (that they would be bossed around by UN people) incarcerated, but they escaped and would be on the run, until needed. This will no doubt be when the next movie is ready.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
5/15/16 Smoking, Really?
I will excuse my Dad and his generation for being smokers, they didn't know any better. But why is there a single new smoker under 20? How fucking dense must they be? I almost made it my business earlier this week when I got to work and three "young" hipster wannabes were standing outside by where I like to park. All three must have exhaled from their cigarettes at the same time to produce what looked like fog engulfing their upper torsos. I wanted to open the door and shake them, "didn't you idiots hear all the anti smoking rhetoric?" "y'all think you look cool right this minute, with your yellow stained teeth, and stinky mouths?"
I remember being a young kid and running to the corner gas station behind our house. My Dad would give me a couple bucks to get him some cigarettes, and I was probably rewarded with the change to buy a candy. It is a miracle that I never picked up the habit. He would also let us turn on a cigarette for him now and then, which required lighting and inhaling the flavor of the cigarette. I was doing this, not to be cool, but to do what daddy was doing. Then society wised up and tobacco became the enemy. Fierce campaigns were started to curb smoking, you would think there would only be a small population of smokers, nowadays. But I guess stupidity knows no bounds.
My Dad attempted to quit a few years ago, he was chewing those nicotine gums and he seemed to be doing okay, then he decided to cheat. He picked up the habit whole hog again and I guess he is riding it to the grave, much like his father who passed away from emphysema. I love my Dad, but if he refuses to help himself we must accept him as is and see what happens, which should not surprise anyone. My father in law had a two pack a day habit but he got a little bit of a cancer scare about seven years ago, and I guess in order to improve his chances of survival, he quit, cold turkey. It can be done, but only if the smoker wants to. All the nagging from the wife is not going to be enough.
Back to the trio of hipster idiots, "why?" They cost so much, almost $8.00 for a pack of 20 cigarettes, if you smoke a pack a day, it is costing you over $200 a month for the honor of reducing your life span, losing the ability to taste food, increase the likelihood of lung cancer, walk around with yellow teeth and yellow fingers, increased likelihood of rotted teeth, wife won't kiss you cause you smell, and so on and so forth. They should learn from the fact that the smoke shack is always empty. Twenty years ago when I started working there, somebody was always in the smoke shack. I guess they gathered and discussed important matters and got their nicotine fix.
I also find it hard to believe people are okay with the smokeless vapor devices. They sell them in kiosks at the mall, and those assholes will blow a big cloud of vapor and claim it is not smoke. Listen, Jackass, I don't want to walk through any kind of cloud made up of some shit that was in your body a second before is what it boils down to. Vapor or smoke, it started inside your body genius, and now you are okay with blowing it in my face. Let me fart in your general direction so you can smell my intestines, then we'll see how cool your stinky air is against my stinky homemade gas, I can even make you like it but proclaiming it is organic, Douchebag!!
I remember being a young kid and running to the corner gas station behind our house. My Dad would give me a couple bucks to get him some cigarettes, and I was probably rewarded with the change to buy a candy. It is a miracle that I never picked up the habit. He would also let us turn on a cigarette for him now and then, which required lighting and inhaling the flavor of the cigarette. I was doing this, not to be cool, but to do what daddy was doing. Then society wised up and tobacco became the enemy. Fierce campaigns were started to curb smoking, you would think there would only be a small population of smokers, nowadays. But I guess stupidity knows no bounds.
My Dad attempted to quit a few years ago, he was chewing those nicotine gums and he seemed to be doing okay, then he decided to cheat. He picked up the habit whole hog again and I guess he is riding it to the grave, much like his father who passed away from emphysema. I love my Dad, but if he refuses to help himself we must accept him as is and see what happens, which should not surprise anyone. My father in law had a two pack a day habit but he got a little bit of a cancer scare about seven years ago, and I guess in order to improve his chances of survival, he quit, cold turkey. It can be done, but only if the smoker wants to. All the nagging from the wife is not going to be enough.
Back to the trio of hipster idiots, "why?" They cost so much, almost $8.00 for a pack of 20 cigarettes, if you smoke a pack a day, it is costing you over $200 a month for the honor of reducing your life span, losing the ability to taste food, increase the likelihood of lung cancer, walk around with yellow teeth and yellow fingers, increased likelihood of rotted teeth, wife won't kiss you cause you smell, and so on and so forth. They should learn from the fact that the smoke shack is always empty. Twenty years ago when I started working there, somebody was always in the smoke shack. I guess they gathered and discussed important matters and got their nicotine fix.
I also find it hard to believe people are okay with the smokeless vapor devices. They sell them in kiosks at the mall, and those assholes will blow a big cloud of vapor and claim it is not smoke. Listen, Jackass, I don't want to walk through any kind of cloud made up of some shit that was in your body a second before is what it boils down to. Vapor or smoke, it started inside your body genius, and now you are okay with blowing it in my face. Let me fart in your general direction so you can smell my intestines, then we'll see how cool your stinky air is against my stinky homemade gas, I can even make you like it but proclaiming it is organic, Douchebag!!
Saturday, May 14, 2016
5/14/16 Nail Surgery Was "Fun" ?
Today was the big day for minor surgery on my toenail. It came up fast as just last weekend Wife got on my Ass that I needed to take care of it, and preferably before our Florida trip. I left work early last night, so I would have a chance to sleep enough. I got out at 4:15am and was rushing to get in my truck and get home, but an older guy saw me in the parking lot and asked about my truck. That resulted in a fifteen minute discussion about all the trucks I have driven over the years, he was recounting them back to me. Maybe it was my fairy godfather, he sure knew a lot about me. I guess he works in my building, although I have never seen him. Either way, I was in my truck by 4:30am and home by 4:40. Just to play it safe, I did not eat breakfast, sometimes the doctors have weird requests, and since I didn't talk to them, Wife did, I figured I'd skip a meal and not wake her. I was asleep by 5:20am.
Wife woke me at 9:40am to get ready for my 11:00am appointment. I promptly did my business and showered and dressed. We were out the door by 10:40am (maybe not promptly). I let Wife drive me in her VW bug, she convinced me that it would be easier to park, I reluctantly agreed. It turned out to be a good idea, as the parking was shitty, but we were in the doctor's office by 10:55am. There was an old lady in the waiting room, Wife took a pic for her Snapchat and put a smiley face on her, as she was asleep. I just thought she was too old to be there on her own. But she went in a few minutes before us, then it was my turn.
I asked the nurse if it was going to hurt, he made an evil face and said yes, laughing as we walked into the room. He asked a few simple questions and had me sign a form or two. I was given the choice to go ahead and do the procedure in that room, a regular little room or we could go to a fancier room where they could pull a curtain so I didn't see what the doctor was doing. The doctor showed up and he started right up with the comedy. He looked at both my feet, I said the nail on my big toe on right foot has not been a problem, he said it had the classic staple shape, said we could wait on it, but without asking pulled it up and cut the ends and took a polishing wheel and shaped and thinned the whole nail, white powder flying all over.
The big show was on the left foot. He said the worst part was the shots, once it's numb, the rest is easy. He put four shots around the toe, which numbed up the toe to where he pinched the toe with pliers and I did not feel it at all. He pulled out some big clippers, I looked away and in one quick deep breath he said "no way you would be able to dig this out yourself" and he showed me a huge piece of nail, I looked away again and it was about the same from the other side. His concern was that if the nail grows long enough, it could fuse underneath the skin and then it becomes a more involved procedure. At this point, he took some carbolic acid on Q-tips and stuck them under the skin on both sides of the remaining nail. This looked like it would hurt tremendously, he poked and prodded under the skin a few times, I guess to make sure he got it all. There was some blood and it looked like I should be crying like a little girl, but the numbing shots really work. He bandaged me up, gave me some instructions, cracking with the comedy the whole time, and we were at Central Market by 11:50am
I am writing this around 7:00pm, and I still feel no pain, he said when the medicine wears off, I will feel like a "good pain" from having the nail not giving me pain anymore. I am trying my hardest not to move, but I feel my family hungry and pacing. We will probably head out to eat in a little while.
Wife woke me at 9:40am to get ready for my 11:00am appointment. I promptly did my business and showered and dressed. We were out the door by 10:40am (maybe not promptly). I let Wife drive me in her VW bug, she convinced me that it would be easier to park, I reluctantly agreed. It turned out to be a good idea, as the parking was shitty, but we were in the doctor's office by 10:55am. There was an old lady in the waiting room, Wife took a pic for her Snapchat and put a smiley face on her, as she was asleep. I just thought she was too old to be there on her own. But she went in a few minutes before us, then it was my turn.
I asked the nurse if it was going to hurt, he made an evil face and said yes, laughing as we walked into the room. He asked a few simple questions and had me sign a form or two. I was given the choice to go ahead and do the procedure in that room, a regular little room or we could go to a fancier room where they could pull a curtain so I didn't see what the doctor was doing. The doctor showed up and he started right up with the comedy. He looked at both my feet, I said the nail on my big toe on right foot has not been a problem, he said it had the classic staple shape, said we could wait on it, but without asking pulled it up and cut the ends and took a polishing wheel and shaped and thinned the whole nail, white powder flying all over.
The big show was on the left foot. He said the worst part was the shots, once it's numb, the rest is easy. He put four shots around the toe, which numbed up the toe to where he pinched the toe with pliers and I did not feel it at all. He pulled out some big clippers, I looked away and in one quick deep breath he said "no way you would be able to dig this out yourself" and he showed me a huge piece of nail, I looked away again and it was about the same from the other side. His concern was that if the nail grows long enough, it could fuse underneath the skin and then it becomes a more involved procedure. At this point, he took some carbolic acid on Q-tips and stuck them under the skin on both sides of the remaining nail. This looked like it would hurt tremendously, he poked and prodded under the skin a few times, I guess to make sure he got it all. There was some blood and it looked like I should be crying like a little girl, but the numbing shots really work. He bandaged me up, gave me some instructions, cracking with the comedy the whole time, and we were at Central Market by 11:50am
I am writing this around 7:00pm, and I still feel no pain, he said when the medicine wears off, I will feel like a "good pain" from having the nail not giving me pain anymore. I am trying my hardest not to move, but I feel my family hungry and pacing. We will probably head out to eat in a little while.
Friday, May 13, 2016
5/13/16 KIK Groups Are All Over The Place?
I have many hours to kill at night. Sometimes, I end up in internet places I should not be looking at, but I am an adult, so I say, F it. Recently, I discovered KIK. Apparently, it is like open chat rooms, people can be as anonymous as they want to be. The software is kind of shitty, the best way to join a group is using the camera and capturing an image on a circle that must be specific for each group. I've tried typing random chat rooms name like Good Guys or Church Loving During The Week and gotten nowhere. If you know me at all, you know I'm looking for boob pics, but anyways.
One of the groups I did join was one called "something breakroom", but there are only a handful of people there. When I have gone in, at least 1 other person will text back, but it is not a "sharing" of ideas, just me being snarky. I can go in there and be a smart ass, we've talked about such fascinating stuff, such as the sham wow guy, Billy Mays, AMD, superior German Engineering, mudding, all pretty good topics, considering it's just four random people. I do like the vibe, I just wish it was 50-100 people interacting, maybe it will keep growing, I guess time will tell.
The other group is a mess. It is supposed to be a group for lovers of big boobs, which is already risqué, but it quickly devolved into an orgy on paper. The first night was just a handful of people and everyone was talking respectfully, I wasn't even sure we could cuss, so I was using S instead of shit and other efforts to stay PG13. When I was going to log off, a gal asked if I wanted to see her boobs, "umm sure!" What else can you say and not be rude? She flashed her big ole boobs, I gave a very approving nod and said I am pulling up a chair and never leaving this place. Soon enough, another big gal whooped them out. A lot of hee hee and ha ha ensued. It was more friendly than dirty. Fast forward 24 hours, and now we got a good group of 30-40 peeps, some of them mouth breathers. There is no communication, no hi, my name is blah blah. These geniuses were just logging in and the first thing they say "hey, somebody show me tits!" or "anybody got videos of y'all doing it?" I take it as first you get to know people, crack some jokes, set a good tone.
By the third day I was ready to log off, except the ladies keep showing the boobs, and I am a fan of the real stuff. I outgrew the Playboy types years ago, I like my boobies with stretch marks and hanging or whatever constitutes real. Once the guys started flashing their genitals, I figured alright, it's time to hit the eject button. It was nice, for the first night, but too many dudes ruin everything, usually.
One of the groups I did join was one called "something breakroom", but there are only a handful of people there. When I have gone in, at least 1 other person will text back, but it is not a "sharing" of ideas, just me being snarky. I can go in there and be a smart ass, we've talked about such fascinating stuff, such as the sham wow guy, Billy Mays, AMD, superior German Engineering, mudding, all pretty good topics, considering it's just four random people. I do like the vibe, I just wish it was 50-100 people interacting, maybe it will keep growing, I guess time will tell.
The other group is a mess. It is supposed to be a group for lovers of big boobs, which is already risqué, but it quickly devolved into an orgy on paper. The first night was just a handful of people and everyone was talking respectfully, I wasn't even sure we could cuss, so I was using S instead of shit and other efforts to stay PG13. When I was going to log off, a gal asked if I wanted to see her boobs, "umm sure!" What else can you say and not be rude? She flashed her big ole boobs, I gave a very approving nod and said I am pulling up a chair and never leaving this place. Soon enough, another big gal whooped them out. A lot of hee hee and ha ha ensued. It was more friendly than dirty. Fast forward 24 hours, and now we got a good group of 30-40 peeps, some of them mouth breathers. There is no communication, no hi, my name is blah blah. These geniuses were just logging in and the first thing they say "hey, somebody show me tits!" or "anybody got videos of y'all doing it?" I take it as first you get to know people, crack some jokes, set a good tone.
By the third day I was ready to log off, except the ladies keep showing the boobs, and I am a fan of the real stuff. I outgrew the Playboy types years ago, I like my boobies with stretch marks and hanging or whatever constitutes real. Once the guys started flashing their genitals, I figured alright, it's time to hit the eject button. It was nice, for the first night, but too many dudes ruin everything, usually.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
5/12/16 Ode To A Kayak? (poem)
Sleek as a shark, you are my latest obsession
against my wife's will, you will be my next possession.
I don't care what I have to do, you will be mine
prepare yourself woman, I shall commence with the whine.
I can see myself floating away with the setting sun
maybe not that late, in the dark I am a Winnie and it would stop being fun.
But imagine sitting secure in your inner compartment safe from the world
as long as the water is calm or I'm sure my belly's contents I will have hurled.
The newest Kayaks have the option to sit or stand
on my feet I shall proceed, looking for fish to just take with my bare hand
Like a magical grizzly bear floating right above them on my magical silent transport
so many a water creature I will devour their humble lives cut short.
But that is the life of a fisherman out on the open water
I see some fish and then nothing but the silent sound of fish slaughter.
You think I have weighed 400 pounds because I eat cow,
you simple peasant you've never seen me fish, it would make you say wow.
as I have said in my earlier tales, I am a Merman, the sea is in my blood
scoff and laugh, when I approach you with my tail, you will be silenced with a quick thud.
But back to my Kayak I saw you at Cabela's looking so sexy last week
laying there on display, I had to inspect your undies, at least just a quick peek
You look solidly built and you better
for $1200 dollars they should include a fishing rod and a sweater.
Sorry, it's not about the money, it's about the sport
out on the open water, looking down at you landlubbers I'll snort.
Technically, I'll be sitting down low, so I'll be looking up
no matter at all, I shall still laugh and say to all whazzuppp?
But first, y'all help me out, most of you know my wife
tell her to be nice, and let me have my toy to enjoy some wildlife.
If we all ban together, think positive, and say "yes we can!"
Big Mando will finally get a win, get his way and say out loud "I'm the Man!"
5/11/16 Is Deadpool That Bad?
We are in the era of the super hero. Seems every other movie has a super hero showing off some new badass power. There's so many heroes, they are starting to recycle the few pretty male actor faces. Ryan Reynolds was the Green Lantern, now he is Deadpool. Chris Evans, who plays Captain America, also played the Human Torch with the Fantastc Four. Anyways, my question today is there was a lot of fuss made about this movie and its R rating. Ryan Reynolds, as Deadpool, did most of the voice-over commercials, which, even in the movie he breaks down the fourth wall and talks to the audience directly, seems cool when he does it, watch it get overdone in the coming year. He was constantly calling out parents to not let children see the movie when it was in theaters. Boy works at Alamo Drafthouse and when it came out, outright refused to get a ticket for Chubs, out of fear of getting in trouble with his supervisors. The whole theater chain was taking a stand and at least putting up flags to parents who tried taking kids to it.
Fast forward a couple weeks and the movie is now on Blue-Ray which means we bought it, it was a great and funny movie. Chubs is dying to see it. He has heard us going on and on about it, he wants to be involved in the conversation. The really bad parts, aside from the violence is in one scene Deadpool gets shot right square in the butthole, which tears his costume and kind of shows stuff down there. The really bad one is his "love montage" with his newfound love which proceeds with the changing of the calendar, they are doing kinkier and kinkier stuff as they fall deeper in love, culminating in the scene where she is wearing a big ole strap-on, and our hero is bent over, ready to take it in the out hole.
I know an 11 year old should not be seeing stuff like that, but, he has been playing video games which promote killing each other in the most creative ways since he was like 6. He's been talking since probably second grade about accomplishing a head kill on Halo as a big accomplishment. I have asked this before, why is America ok with children watching the dismemberment and killing of people which can be a horrible violent act, but then we get squeamish when a boob or god forbid genitals come out on screen? Over the years, some of our denser friends have talked about having movie nights with their kids to watch stupid shit like the Saw movies. To me, CPS should get involved, but they are more likely to get involved if they find out a kid was watching 50 Shades of Grey, than I Know What You Did Last Summer.
Sorry to you infallible parents, but Chubs will sit next to me, and I will cover his eyes so he doesn't see the butt sex. The other scene where he gets shot there, well that's just funny stuff. If you are confused, his power is that he heals quickly, he can't die. It really was a funny entertaining movie, it did not need the butt stuff, it was already funny enough.
Fast forward a couple weeks and the movie is now on Blue-Ray which means we bought it, it was a great and funny movie. Chubs is dying to see it. He has heard us going on and on about it, he wants to be involved in the conversation. The really bad parts, aside from the violence is in one scene Deadpool gets shot right square in the butthole, which tears his costume and kind of shows stuff down there. The really bad one is his "love montage" with his newfound love which proceeds with the changing of the calendar, they are doing kinkier and kinkier stuff as they fall deeper in love, culminating in the scene where she is wearing a big ole strap-on, and our hero is bent over, ready to take it in the out hole.
I know an 11 year old should not be seeing stuff like that, but, he has been playing video games which promote killing each other in the most creative ways since he was like 6. He's been talking since probably second grade about accomplishing a head kill on Halo as a big accomplishment. I have asked this before, why is America ok with children watching the dismemberment and killing of people which can be a horrible violent act, but then we get squeamish when a boob or god forbid genitals come out on screen? Over the years, some of our denser friends have talked about having movie nights with their kids to watch stupid shit like the Saw movies. To me, CPS should get involved, but they are more likely to get involved if they find out a kid was watching 50 Shades of Grey, than I Know What You Did Last Summer.
Sorry to you infallible parents, but Chubs will sit next to me, and I will cover his eyes so he doesn't see the butt sex. The other scene where he gets shot there, well that's just funny stuff. If you are confused, his power is that he heals quickly, he can't die. It really was a funny entertaining movie, it did not need the butt stuff, it was already funny enough.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
5/10/16 Going Under The Knife, Losing A Toenail, Gaining Some Relief?
My toenails suck, they always have. I grew up with big toe on right foot always having a touch of nail fungus. I even remember in third grade going to the swimming pool with my class during the summer, and not being able to swim. Jerk teacher kept me out. This was the same swimming pool we would go to regularly, yet I couldn't participate with my classmates.
Fast forward to college, and at some point, my right nail about cleaned up, but then my left nail got messed up. I don't know if it is from fungus, Boy has messed up nails too, but I get ingrown toenails all the freaking time. It hurts, I usually put off cutting my nails because I will sit there for an hour, messing with the ingrown. I will dig way past what you would call normal with the point of these specialized scissors and feel under the skin for more nail. I can usually find it by touch. Nail feels hard, skin is soft. By the time I'm done, my leg is numb from being tucked under me. My nail is usually bleeding from all the poking and prodding, and it is generally a mess I go through every 4-6 weeks.
A couple years ago, Wife took Boy to a doctor who took care of both big toes. He was starting to get the same ingrown nails all the time. The doctor used some acid to kill the nail bed so nails don't grow all the way out to the side edges anymore. This prevents the nail from going under the skin. The procedure starts with a shot to numb the toe, followed by a dozen other ones, for some reason. I avoided it last time because it would have meant no hot tub for a few weeks and back then we were using it almost every weekend. I would like to say the same for now, but honestly, we've used it once in last 6 months. I am opting for the surgery at this time. One, it is still awhile before summer, if we do end up using the pool and hot tub more. Second, I don't want anything to slow me down in Florida when we go in June. I refuse to be the weakest link.
Boy says it has been great since he took care of his. No more problems, so hopefully, I have the same results. The last straw was this past Friday, we actually used the hot tub for the first time in a long time. I didn't turn the heat all the way up, maybe it was at 98 degrees or so, but my nail felt like it was pulsing. Wife and I were trying to be intimate, but the pulses of pain forced me out of the water. I thought I had hurt myself somehow, but once we got out and cooled off, the pulses went away, it was an intense pain. I took a shower and went at the stupid nail around midnight, poking at it until the pain subsided. It felt like heaven when I pulled out this huge hunk of nail from under the skin.
Fast forward to college, and at some point, my right nail about cleaned up, but then my left nail got messed up. I don't know if it is from fungus, Boy has messed up nails too, but I get ingrown toenails all the freaking time. It hurts, I usually put off cutting my nails because I will sit there for an hour, messing with the ingrown. I will dig way past what you would call normal with the point of these specialized scissors and feel under the skin for more nail. I can usually find it by touch. Nail feels hard, skin is soft. By the time I'm done, my leg is numb from being tucked under me. My nail is usually bleeding from all the poking and prodding, and it is generally a mess I go through every 4-6 weeks.
A couple years ago, Wife took Boy to a doctor who took care of both big toes. He was starting to get the same ingrown nails all the time. The doctor used some acid to kill the nail bed so nails don't grow all the way out to the side edges anymore. This prevents the nail from going under the skin. The procedure starts with a shot to numb the toe, followed by a dozen other ones, for some reason. I avoided it last time because it would have meant no hot tub for a few weeks and back then we were using it almost every weekend. I would like to say the same for now, but honestly, we've used it once in last 6 months. I am opting for the surgery at this time. One, it is still awhile before summer, if we do end up using the pool and hot tub more. Second, I don't want anything to slow me down in Florida when we go in June. I refuse to be the weakest link.
Boy says it has been great since he took care of his. No more problems, so hopefully, I have the same results. The last straw was this past Friday, we actually used the hot tub for the first time in a long time. I didn't turn the heat all the way up, maybe it was at 98 degrees or so, but my nail felt like it was pulsing. Wife and I were trying to be intimate, but the pulses of pain forced me out of the water. I thought I had hurt myself somehow, but once we got out and cooled off, the pulses went away, it was an intense pain. I took a shower and went at the stupid nail around midnight, poking at it until the pain subsided. It felt like heaven when I pulled out this huge hunk of nail from under the skin.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
5//9/16 HOA, Pain In The Ass, Or Helpful Reminder?
I HATE being told to do something by anyone. I really hate when old White Lady Neighbor tells me I need to get my shit in order. Apparently, she did not just make small talk with Wife last week when she mentioned the pool was looking green and the tree up front was dead. I told Wife that the tree might just be late to bloom, as last year it took longer to get going than the others. But a month later, I am starting to believe it might indeed be dead. As for the inground pool, it's not a neighborhood pool with an iron fence you can easily see from the street. We have a 6ft privacy fence, she has to stand on her patio and look over our fence to notice what color the water is. A couple weeks ago I started the process of waking pool up, I got it to clear water and then we had those downpours. I stopped running the pump because I end up tripping the breaker when stuff is wet, and it's not like anyone is going swimming in April if water is cold.
This older couple next door has already had words with the renters across the street, in which the fella over there told my neighbor "that's why people get shot." Really, what are they accomplishing, get a freaking job, mind your own business. I ran the pool pump for a day and a half and the water looks crystal clear again. Just saying, it wasn't that dirty. Maybe she's butthurt I never invited her for a soak in the hot tub, she's asked a couple times over the years. I would, but I have a strict rule of groping anyone who sits in there with me, I will grab a handful of boob. I was doing her a favor, but maybe she wants to be treated like a wench for an evening by a husky dirty brown man.
I do feel better that the pool looks clean, specially sitting here on Mother's Day and my in-laws headed over, it makes the atmosphere prettier. It's never about money either. I could go buy a bunch of new trees, but it is a hassle to plant them, I tried a couple years ago and the dirt is rock hard, not to mention, full of rocks. I will probably go buy a new tree sometime this week, then work on digging a new hole.
Big question, do I thank the old Bitty for keeping me on my toes? Or do I walk around nude in my backyard and tell her to sniff between the cheeks? I don't really want to start a war, although I do love arguing. Do I call the HOA about their RV which they just backed into their driveway, again? Last time it was there for a week, he notified us, saying it's ok, it'll just be a week. Umm, it doesn't work that way, Jackass, we determine if it is OK. It is an eyesore for us. I could say "it's ok, pool will be clean by the time the weather stays in the 90s". They won't care. Their complaint is that it is stagnant water where mosquitos could grow, I would agree, but we have a huge creek about 50 yards away in the greenbelt. That water is just as green and the water does not move. maybe she should notice that and put a complaint to god. I hear god and Whitey are tight.
This older couple next door has already had words with the renters across the street, in which the fella over there told my neighbor "that's why people get shot." Really, what are they accomplishing, get a freaking job, mind your own business. I ran the pool pump for a day and a half and the water looks crystal clear again. Just saying, it wasn't that dirty. Maybe she's butthurt I never invited her for a soak in the hot tub, she's asked a couple times over the years. I would, but I have a strict rule of groping anyone who sits in there with me, I will grab a handful of boob. I was doing her a favor, but maybe she wants to be treated like a wench for an evening by a husky dirty brown man.
I do feel better that the pool looks clean, specially sitting here on Mother's Day and my in-laws headed over, it makes the atmosphere prettier. It's never about money either. I could go buy a bunch of new trees, but it is a hassle to plant them, I tried a couple years ago and the dirt is rock hard, not to mention, full of rocks. I will probably go buy a new tree sometime this week, then work on digging a new hole.
Big question, do I thank the old Bitty for keeping me on my toes? Or do I walk around nude in my backyard and tell her to sniff between the cheeks? I don't really want to start a war, although I do love arguing. Do I call the HOA about their RV which they just backed into their driveway, again? Last time it was there for a week, he notified us, saying it's ok, it'll just be a week. Umm, it doesn't work that way, Jackass, we determine if it is OK. It is an eyesore for us. I could say "it's ok, pool will be clean by the time the weather stays in the 90s". They won't care. Their complaint is that it is stagnant water where mosquitos could grow, I would agree, but we have a huge creek about 50 yards away in the greenbelt. That water is just as green and the water does not move. maybe she should notice that and put a complaint to god. I hear god and Whitey are tight.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
5/8/16 F**k Voting?
We live in Austin and this election cycle they are all wet in the panties over prop 1. It is something about if you vote yes, the city will take over background checks on Uber drivers, and thus increase our taxes to cover this cost. If we vote no, Uber keeps the responsibility in their own hands and every pretty young coed that gets a ride at 3:00am is gonna get raped. I'm sorry, not trying to make light of rape, but you should hear the commercials on the radio. I almost miss XM radio, so I can avoid commercials, where are my CDs, I think I still have a couple.
I was enjoying my life earlier this week when old Walking Redbull Drink came and got all Redbull in my face about needing to vote. Of course, enjoying him loose his shit, I asked him which way he was voting, so I could vote opposite. Big mistake, as I don't care either way, but now I got a full lesson on the matter. He claims to be an independent, but of course he wants no new taxes, so he is voting no to prop 1. I then go on about being really worried about the passengers riding Uber at night, I want them safe, so it would be best if our government got all involved. You could see him turning red, taking a step back and then start all over explaining to me why I needed to vote his way. I honestly give 2 shits about Uber passengers, that is a California thing or a Northern thing. Real Texans drive their trucks home, even if they are drunk, plus I don't know anyone that uses Uber, other than in some songs as a joke line.
Another wrinkle in something I don't care about, last night I was discussing it with Wife, in our hot tub, finally got it clean and running again. She had the terms turned around. She said in order to keep Uber taking care of their own background checks, we should vote yes, and for government intervening, vote no. Redbull said he had discussed it with his neighbor who had a sign on his lawn to vote against prop 1, so obviously he knew what he was talking about. But Wife is generally a smart cookie, and what wife doesn't know what she so talking about, you ever talk to one that wasn't an expert at any topic?
The way I see it, all voting accomplishes is getting you on the list to do Jury Duty, and really, Fuck that. I have a job Mr. Judge, who threatens contempt if you don't like how they run things, I can't be missing two days of work to determine the life of some unemployable who hurt someone or took something, allegedly, that wasn't his. Cut his arm off, that'll learn him, if the punishment fits the crime, kill him, if he killed someone. I hate the waste of time the courts and all that are.
Additionally, in regards to voting, the city of Austin said no multiple times to railroads, yet there we are, stopped on the roads so that the empty train can go across here and there. Oh, but those tracks were already there, great, I read it still cost a billion dollars to get that project going, so that the trains run almost empty. Awesome!! Those crooks, and I mean the jackals in charge, do what they want. They treat us like children, how many times does your kid say no, and then you do the opposite because you know better. Same thing, except we are the children that collectively pay for everything, they are the parent, high on power, wasting our resources because they know better.
Addendum: I just read a breakdown on Prop 1 on the KUT website (local radio station) and I understand it like Wife. No means the city does background checks, which involves the city, which has to mean a higher cost to the city, which has to mean higher taxes. Still not voting, but I do like being informed.
I was enjoying my life earlier this week when old Walking Redbull Drink came and got all Redbull in my face about needing to vote. Of course, enjoying him loose his shit, I asked him which way he was voting, so I could vote opposite. Big mistake, as I don't care either way, but now I got a full lesson on the matter. He claims to be an independent, but of course he wants no new taxes, so he is voting no to prop 1. I then go on about being really worried about the passengers riding Uber at night, I want them safe, so it would be best if our government got all involved. You could see him turning red, taking a step back and then start all over explaining to me why I needed to vote his way. I honestly give 2 shits about Uber passengers, that is a California thing or a Northern thing. Real Texans drive their trucks home, even if they are drunk, plus I don't know anyone that uses Uber, other than in some songs as a joke line.
Another wrinkle in something I don't care about, last night I was discussing it with Wife, in our hot tub, finally got it clean and running again. She had the terms turned around. She said in order to keep Uber taking care of their own background checks, we should vote yes, and for government intervening, vote no. Redbull said he had discussed it with his neighbor who had a sign on his lawn to vote against prop 1, so obviously he knew what he was talking about. But Wife is generally a smart cookie, and what wife doesn't know what she so talking about, you ever talk to one that wasn't an expert at any topic?
The way I see it, all voting accomplishes is getting you on the list to do Jury Duty, and really, Fuck that. I have a job Mr. Judge, who threatens contempt if you don't like how they run things, I can't be missing two days of work to determine the life of some unemployable who hurt someone or took something, allegedly, that wasn't his. Cut his arm off, that'll learn him, if the punishment fits the crime, kill him, if he killed someone. I hate the waste of time the courts and all that are.
Additionally, in regards to voting, the city of Austin said no multiple times to railroads, yet there we are, stopped on the roads so that the empty train can go across here and there. Oh, but those tracks were already there, great, I read it still cost a billion dollars to get that project going, so that the trains run almost empty. Awesome!! Those crooks, and I mean the jackals in charge, do what they want. They treat us like children, how many times does your kid say no, and then you do the opposite because you know better. Same thing, except we are the children that collectively pay for everything, they are the parent, high on power, wasting our resources because they know better.
Addendum: I just read a breakdown on Prop 1 on the KUT website (local radio station) and I understand it like Wife. No means the city does background checks, which involves the city, which has to mean a higher cost to the city, which has to mean higher taxes. Still not voting, but I do like being informed.
5/7/16 My Fitness Pal Is Working?
A month ago I was basically waiting for a heart attack. I could not get out of my downward spiral. I was eating way too much everyday, thinking this and that hurts, so I can't walk. Since Wife told me about the ap she was using for a couple weeks, my life feels transformed. At the start of April, I was standing at around 409 pounds. In a little over a month, I have lost 29 pounds, now down to 380.
I was telling myself food that I eat before Wife comes downstairs on the weekends does not count. That is fine if it is a coffee but I'd down a burger from the night before and a couple bowls of cereal along with some candies and then ask "what's for breakfast, Woman?" She finally caught on when she kept seeing dirty plates of food. This ap, if I am being honest, lets me eat anything, I just have to note it, and its calories. We have not adopted some fancy new meal plan or diet pills. We are simply counting calories. The ap recognizes most restaurants, so if I have the #40 combination nachos at our neighborhood Mexican place, it is 740 calories. We are consuming diet soda by the gallon since it says 0 calories, we may pay for that later, but that day is not this day.
For my weight, I could eat 2400 calories a day at the start, as I have lost weight, it recalculates and allows less calories per day. Plus, burning calories adds more calories to burn per day. Of course, the more calories you don't use, the quicker the weight comes off. I am generally leaving 500-1000 calories that I don't use.
About the only exercise I can fit during the workweek, is walking. We have long hallways that go in a circle. Six laps equal a mile, so I have built up to walking more and more. When I started I was getting winded doing 2-4 laps nonstop. I am up to 5 miles a night for a total of 20 miles this week. I wanted to come home and walk around the neighborhood, it is almost a mile, but of course, I always have chores to keep the house in order. I am planning to go up to six miles next week. At some point, I will have to convert to jogging just to get it done faster. I just want to make sure I am not the weakest link when we get to the Disney parks this summer.
Just losing the weight so far, I can tell I'm not breathing heavy anymore, I am sleeping better too. I was getting up every 2 hours to pee, maybe the weight was pushing on my bladder, the past week I have been going almost all morning without waking. That is such a relief, plus I am not fighting acid reflux or feeling nauseous all the time. I feel brand new right now. Some people go down a dangerous path with pills for this and that, when just putting the food away can solve a myriad of health concerns. I am glad my body has held on this long. I would not be surprised if I was told I had diabetes, or that I had had a small heart attack. Hopefully, I can turn it around and keep it turned around. It seems easy enough now, with the right tool.
I was telling myself food that I eat before Wife comes downstairs on the weekends does not count. That is fine if it is a coffee but I'd down a burger from the night before and a couple bowls of cereal along with some candies and then ask "what's for breakfast, Woman?" She finally caught on when she kept seeing dirty plates of food. This ap, if I am being honest, lets me eat anything, I just have to note it, and its calories. We have not adopted some fancy new meal plan or diet pills. We are simply counting calories. The ap recognizes most restaurants, so if I have the #40 combination nachos at our neighborhood Mexican place, it is 740 calories. We are consuming diet soda by the gallon since it says 0 calories, we may pay for that later, but that day is not this day.
For my weight, I could eat 2400 calories a day at the start, as I have lost weight, it recalculates and allows less calories per day. Plus, burning calories adds more calories to burn per day. Of course, the more calories you don't use, the quicker the weight comes off. I am generally leaving 500-1000 calories that I don't use.
About the only exercise I can fit during the workweek, is walking. We have long hallways that go in a circle. Six laps equal a mile, so I have built up to walking more and more. When I started I was getting winded doing 2-4 laps nonstop. I am up to 5 miles a night for a total of 20 miles this week. I wanted to come home and walk around the neighborhood, it is almost a mile, but of course, I always have chores to keep the house in order. I am planning to go up to six miles next week. At some point, I will have to convert to jogging just to get it done faster. I just want to make sure I am not the weakest link when we get to the Disney parks this summer.
Just losing the weight so far, I can tell I'm not breathing heavy anymore, I am sleeping better too. I was getting up every 2 hours to pee, maybe the weight was pushing on my bladder, the past week I have been going almost all morning without waking. That is such a relief, plus I am not fighting acid reflux or feeling nauseous all the time. I feel brand new right now. Some people go down a dangerous path with pills for this and that, when just putting the food away can solve a myriad of health concerns. I am glad my body has held on this long. I would not be surprised if I was told I had diabetes, or that I had had a small heart attack. Hopefully, I can turn it around and keep it turned around. It seems easy enough now, with the right tool.
Friday, May 6, 2016
5/6/16 My Solution Is Still Birth Control In The Water Supply?
I was a tad late to pick up Chubs from school today and I got stuck behind a freaking school bus. As I sat there fuming, I noticed something curious. In the apartment closest to our house, where people are paying rent out of their pocket, three kids got off. The young girl even had Mama waiting for her to walk her safely back home. The other two were boys looked to be at least in fifth grade, and they walked towards the apartments together.
The next stop was a different story. It is an apartment complex Wife has told me is section 8 housing. About 25 kids got off, some don't seem to realize they need to walk towards the apartments, I saw 1 or 2 parents there waiting. Why the difference? Is it because the people paying their way through life know that kids cost money and once born, you have to invest everything into them, or is it because once you're on the government tit, you can relax, knowing Uncle Sam will take from me to give to you? Or do poor people love kids more than people in other income brackets?
I swear I was a liberal a few years ago, believing everyone is just trying to get by. Some people trip and fall, but if we help them for a bit, they will develop and prosper. I assumed everyone has goals and wants. I had no idea people were this selfish and plain old stupid. I've been building on this thought for awhile now. Last night, I saw a YouTube clip about some freeloader here in Austin talking about "if someone wanted to give you a million dollars, would you say no?" The radio guys were dumbfounded and kind of agreed with her logic. When phrased this way, yes, she almost makes sense, but you aren't supposed to take the money proudly. The problem was doing away with the food stamps. There was a certain shame paying with pink and blue money, as I remember seeing. Once people got on the LoneStar card, who cares? It looks like a credit card, pull it out of an "expensive" knock-off bag, and you can fool 99% of the other unemployables shopping during business hours. Another quickie solution, unemployables should not be allowed to leave their apartments from 5:00-7:00pm, so the people that pay for everything through their taxes can run in and out of the stores on their way home without being slowed down by your full carts of government supplied food. Y'all got all day, you know you record Jerry Springer in case it's good, you can see your shows whenever.
If they must be fed from my resources the government takes, then they should be temporarily sterilized, no babies if you can't afford them. Norplant is not inhumane. I think it's good for about 7 years once installed under the skin. Most of these idiots are covered in tattoos, don't tell me the procedure hurts when you'll sit still for hours while some "artist" punctures you thousands of times so you can walk around with a Chinese symbol you can't even read (that's got to be the stupidest shit people pay to do to themselves). You want to be deep and philosophical? Study the Chinese language, I double dog dare you. I forgot, that's hard...
The next stop was a different story. It is an apartment complex Wife has told me is section 8 housing. About 25 kids got off, some don't seem to realize they need to walk towards the apartments, I saw 1 or 2 parents there waiting. Why the difference? Is it because the people paying their way through life know that kids cost money and once born, you have to invest everything into them, or is it because once you're on the government tit, you can relax, knowing Uncle Sam will take from me to give to you? Or do poor people love kids more than people in other income brackets?
I swear I was a liberal a few years ago, believing everyone is just trying to get by. Some people trip and fall, but if we help them for a bit, they will develop and prosper. I assumed everyone has goals and wants. I had no idea people were this selfish and plain old stupid. I've been building on this thought for awhile now. Last night, I saw a YouTube clip about some freeloader here in Austin talking about "if someone wanted to give you a million dollars, would you say no?" The radio guys were dumbfounded and kind of agreed with her logic. When phrased this way, yes, she almost makes sense, but you aren't supposed to take the money proudly. The problem was doing away with the food stamps. There was a certain shame paying with pink and blue money, as I remember seeing. Once people got on the LoneStar card, who cares? It looks like a credit card, pull it out of an "expensive" knock-off bag, and you can fool 99% of the other unemployables shopping during business hours. Another quickie solution, unemployables should not be allowed to leave their apartments from 5:00-7:00pm, so the people that pay for everything through their taxes can run in and out of the stores on their way home without being slowed down by your full carts of government supplied food. Y'all got all day, you know you record Jerry Springer in case it's good, you can see your shows whenever.
If they must be fed from my resources the government takes, then they should be temporarily sterilized, no babies if you can't afford them. Norplant is not inhumane. I think it's good for about 7 years once installed under the skin. Most of these idiots are covered in tattoos, don't tell me the procedure hurts when you'll sit still for hours while some "artist" punctures you thousands of times so you can walk around with a Chinese symbol you can't even read (that's got to be the stupidest shit people pay to do to themselves). You want to be deep and philosophical? Study the Chinese language, I double dog dare you. I forgot, that's hard...
Thursday, May 5, 2016
5/5/16 Puppy On The Brain?
It started about a month ago, Boy gone on the topic of dogs. He said he wanted a big army dog to force him to become an outdoor guy. I explained that he would end up forcing the dog to become an indoor dog, probably learn how to use a computer too, it's all the boy does. We said no, and thought that was that. This past weekend my folks came up and just as they had picked up their new puppy, a miniature dachshund. Cutest pup we've seen in a long time, even Wife who probably argued with god that she didn't need a mother/father to be born. That woman is a walking turtle, NEVER wants anything that isn't food. It is actually very annoying, but anyways...
She was looking through the breeder's web page where my mom got Chloe, and I was OK with the idea except that those cute little puppies have price tags of $900-$1300. That is expensive, although they do offer some sort of guarantee on their website. This got Chubs thinking, he researched on his own and decided that a beagle would be the perfect pup for him. Today (Monday), he made me go to his room to see the website he was on. It showed that the beagle was the perfect kid dog. I went online to look for them on Craigslist, but no beagles were to be found, and we don't want a mix that might end up getting too big. We want the dog to be indoors. The problem with the beagles are that the one place I found in Texas has a bunch, but they go for $1800-3050. I definitely will not pay that kind of money.
I went back to Craigslist, because I can't figure where else to look, and no, sorry, I don't want a used dog, you take it and save it. I want a pup that we teach from day one. It almost seems too good to be true, until I see the pups in person, we found a pair of mini Yorkies for sale at $250 a piece. They are beautiful in the pictures, perfect looking really, is why I won't believe until I see them in person. The guy just e-mailed me back awhile ago and he says he still has them. Actually asked me a bunch of questions on the email about our experience with dogs, what kind of environment we live in, questions that somebody that cares would ask. I feel better that he did, tells me he's not just treating the dogs like a cash machine. The pups already have their first shots, they even come with a cage and some toys to get started. Maybe my parents paid too much, or maybe yorkies are a pain in the ass, but they look like the type of dogs ditzy chicks carry in purses.
If we don't end up with these dogs, I don't know how I am going to get my little bear of my back. Chubs was actually texting me all night until he went to bed: "puppy please" "dad, can we get a puppy?" "puppy!!!!" and other variations. I thought Boy was a pain in the ass, Chubs might be worse when he wants something.
She was looking through the breeder's web page where my mom got Chloe, and I was OK with the idea except that those cute little puppies have price tags of $900-$1300. That is expensive, although they do offer some sort of guarantee on their website. This got Chubs thinking, he researched on his own and decided that a beagle would be the perfect pup for him. Today (Monday), he made me go to his room to see the website he was on. It showed that the beagle was the perfect kid dog. I went online to look for them on Craigslist, but no beagles were to be found, and we don't want a mix that might end up getting too big. We want the dog to be indoors. The problem with the beagles are that the one place I found in Texas has a bunch, but they go for $1800-3050. I definitely will not pay that kind of money.
I went back to Craigslist, because I can't figure where else to look, and no, sorry, I don't want a used dog, you take it and save it. I want a pup that we teach from day one. It almost seems too good to be true, until I see the pups in person, we found a pair of mini Yorkies for sale at $250 a piece. They are beautiful in the pictures, perfect looking really, is why I won't believe until I see them in person. The guy just e-mailed me back awhile ago and he says he still has them. Actually asked me a bunch of questions on the email about our experience with dogs, what kind of environment we live in, questions that somebody that cares would ask. I feel better that he did, tells me he's not just treating the dogs like a cash machine. The pups already have their first shots, they even come with a cage and some toys to get started. Maybe my parents paid too much, or maybe yorkies are a pain in the ass, but they look like the type of dogs ditzy chicks carry in purses.
If we don't end up with these dogs, I don't know how I am going to get my little bear of my back. Chubs was actually texting me all night until he went to bed: "puppy please" "dad, can we get a puppy?" "puppy!!!!" and other variations. I thought Boy was a pain in the ass, Chubs might be worse when he wants something.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
5/4/16 Being Materialistic Is The American Way?
How do you inspire someone who craves nothing to go out and push himself to succeed? Honestly, I work as hard and as much as I do because I am a materialistic sum bitch. I want things, I want nicer things than my neighbor, I want things nobody has. I tell Wife I will have a yacht before I die. I want a waterfront house, lake or beach, doesn't matter. I told Wife when I got my truck, either a fully loaded one or forget it. I didn't want a truck where Joe Six Pack was going to pull up and show me up.
My polar opposite is my brother. He has a Ford Escape that is paid off, and he says he is glad we didn't talk him into getting a bigger truck. He would have had a monthly payment right now. He went back home and for awhile was working in the oil fields, but that all dried up when gas prices took a nose dive. He has been unemployed about a year, his unemployment benefits dried up, he is living at home, so he has no rent being charged to him, not sure why. Well, my Mom has always said we could go back home if things got tough, he took her at her word, but has made no strides to get back out into the real world. He doesn't have much in the way of hobbies, he dresses very relaxed, does not concern himself with fads, or even expensive sunglasses. Give him some jean shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball hat, and some cheap New Balance shoes and he is dressed any day of the week.
He is finally taking the hint that maybe it is time to join the workforce again. My other brother, who is as driven as me, lives next door to mom and he yells at him daily, if he sees him to get his ass back to work. His job is not necessarily hard, but he does commute daily a total of three hours, if he drives the speed limit, so he is always a little edgy.
Since he has looked all over down there, he is now thinking of coming back up here to Austin. He tried using the excuse that he doesn't have money to pay me rent. I say fine, I can wait a month or two while you get hired. Once you start working, I want to see the normal $600/month that I have charged him periodically when he has lived with us. That would go straight to our savings which would be cool.
He is still saying I don't want to work, why? I don't need anything, I say just because you're a man, show some freaking pride in yourself. Work, not because you have to, do it because you want to.
My polar opposite is my brother. He has a Ford Escape that is paid off, and he says he is glad we didn't talk him into getting a bigger truck. He would have had a monthly payment right now. He went back home and for awhile was working in the oil fields, but that all dried up when gas prices took a nose dive. He has been unemployed about a year, his unemployment benefits dried up, he is living at home, so he has no rent being charged to him, not sure why. Well, my Mom has always said we could go back home if things got tough, he took her at her word, but has made no strides to get back out into the real world. He doesn't have much in the way of hobbies, he dresses very relaxed, does not concern himself with fads, or even expensive sunglasses. Give him some jean shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball hat, and some cheap New Balance shoes and he is dressed any day of the week.
He is finally taking the hint that maybe it is time to join the workforce again. My other brother, who is as driven as me, lives next door to mom and he yells at him daily, if he sees him to get his ass back to work. His job is not necessarily hard, but he does commute daily a total of three hours, if he drives the speed limit, so he is always a little edgy.
Since he has looked all over down there, he is now thinking of coming back up here to Austin. He tried using the excuse that he doesn't have money to pay me rent. I say fine, I can wait a month or two while you get hired. Once you start working, I want to see the normal $600/month that I have charged him periodically when he has lived with us. That would go straight to our savings which would be cool.
He is still saying I don't want to work, why? I don't need anything, I say just because you're a man, show some freaking pride in yourself. Work, not because you have to, do it because you want to.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
5/3/16 Kids Become Their Parents?
Wife is slightly missing the point. She keeps telling me that my boys are going to become just like me, I need to watch what I say. Uhhh, I didn't land on the planet last week, I hope both boys grow up like me, I am a freaking excellent human being. Her biggest problem is that she keeps saying I am sexist. When you insist on looking for something, even if it isn't there, you will bend reality and fit what you want into your box. I put my foot down and demand to be believed that I am not sexist. I am a realist, and I want my boys to be that. Like I said last week, we are not the same, males and females. I work mostly with women, I like that, they have more empathy, they ask about how your day or weekend was or is going. I don't come in thinking these bitches better have set me up so I can shine like a mofo. I look forward to learning from them, and I love the almost family quality. My daytime counterpart gets after me like my mom at times, I know she cares about my best interest. Guys don't give half a crap, give me women coworkers any day.
A brilliant example from Chubs this weekend, we went and saw Jungle Book, and at the end, a female wolf takes over the pack as the alpha after her "husband" is killed. When the lights came on, Chubs quickly pointed out "that would never happen, another male would take over." Wife said "see, you want to keep telling them males rule..." I have never been prouder, that is grown up logic extended by an 11 year old. Boy is studying for an engineering degree and Chubs says he wants to be a geneticist. Guess who has been telling them all their lives that money is in the sciences? That's right, I want my boys to be like me.
How about on the flip side. That jerk lady that blocked me in the pick-up lines and I yelled at her at Chub's school apparently has a jerk kid, hmm, can you believe that? Chubs tells me every day he runs around trying to get everybody to play tag, when people say no, he loses it. Yesterday, some girl changed her mind because her girl friend said she'd play. He came back and got in her face yelling "how come now you want to play, just because so and so said she would play? He was also bragging last week on a field trip that he was the smartest kid in the bus because he was headed to some other school, he was selected to participate in the same type of classes Chubs was. Our boy tried telling him he was offered a spot at his school, but he chose one of the other ones, mostly because it is closer to the house making it easy for us to drop him off and pick him up. I guess he learned to be a pain in the ass from his mama.
Boy had a friend with a very confrontational mom. She was a pain in the ass, she was cool with us, but most of her stories she would tell us consisted of her having words with her customers. We always said she has to be a pain in the ass out in the real world. Is it any surprise when one of her kids ends up having a probation officer in fifth grade? Not really. I'm surprised the other boys turned out almost normal. But then again, Boy's friend was at our house most every weekend, we'd even take him out of town with us. When he first started coming around in 3rd or 4th grade, he'd sit in the back and mimic me if I was getting after Boy. I confronted him about it, and after awhile taught him to be more respectful. I believe I made him a decent human, he could have very easily been jail material by junior high.
A brilliant example from Chubs this weekend, we went and saw Jungle Book, and at the end, a female wolf takes over the pack as the alpha after her "husband" is killed. When the lights came on, Chubs quickly pointed out "that would never happen, another male would take over." Wife said "see, you want to keep telling them males rule..." I have never been prouder, that is grown up logic extended by an 11 year old. Boy is studying for an engineering degree and Chubs says he wants to be a geneticist. Guess who has been telling them all their lives that money is in the sciences? That's right, I want my boys to be like me.
How about on the flip side. That jerk lady that blocked me in the pick-up lines and I yelled at her at Chub's school apparently has a jerk kid, hmm, can you believe that? Chubs tells me every day he runs around trying to get everybody to play tag, when people say no, he loses it. Yesterday, some girl changed her mind because her girl friend said she'd play. He came back and got in her face yelling "how come now you want to play, just because so and so said she would play? He was also bragging last week on a field trip that he was the smartest kid in the bus because he was headed to some other school, he was selected to participate in the same type of classes Chubs was. Our boy tried telling him he was offered a spot at his school, but he chose one of the other ones, mostly because it is closer to the house making it easy for us to drop him off and pick him up. I guess he learned to be a pain in the ass from his mama.
Boy had a friend with a very confrontational mom. She was a pain in the ass, she was cool with us, but most of her stories she would tell us consisted of her having words with her customers. We always said she has to be a pain in the ass out in the real world. Is it any surprise when one of her kids ends up having a probation officer in fifth grade? Not really. I'm surprised the other boys turned out almost normal. But then again, Boy's friend was at our house most every weekend, we'd even take him out of town with us. When he first started coming around in 3rd or 4th grade, he'd sit in the back and mimic me if I was getting after Boy. I confronted him about it, and after awhile taught him to be more respectful. I believe I made him a decent human, he could have very easily been jail material by junior high.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
5/2/16 The Jungle Book?
We went and saw The Jungle Book Saturday night. I was cringing inside thinking I was going to watch a stupid kid movie gone bad by trying to make a cartoon into a real movie. I have to say that it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I enjoyed some if not most of it.
The story itself follows Mowgli pretty much like in the cartoon from way back in the day. He is a little boy who is orphaned but somehow gets raised by the animals. This part is hard enough to believe, but the real magic is that all of the creatures large and small speak English, so Mowgli can communicate with them. I think the idea worked only because they didn't have another person, so we can believe that English might actually be a language only the animals understand. Once you get past that, then it can be fun accepting the animals acting and talking like they should. Baloo, was probably the funniest part of the movie, played by Bill Murray, he is an oversized bear who uses Mowgli for his benefit to get him some honey from up high on a cliff ledge. Mowgli meets Baloo on his journey to a human village after being threatened by the area bully, a Bengal tiger. Although Mowgli is happy to be getting raised by the wolf pack, the elder animals know he must eventually be returned to the humans. The tiger wants to kill the boy because his father burned his face with a stick that was lit on fire. I thought it was shitty that the tiger wanted revenge on the boy for a couple burn marks on his face, meanwhile he killed the dad when Mowgli was a baby.
We are told this happens in a flashback by the boa constrictor played seductively by Scarlett Johansson. She hisses softly and moves in very slowly towards and around the boy. She is at the same time retelling what happened that night his father was murdered and also wrapping herself around him. She keeps saying she will protect him, when really, she is trying to wrap him to squeeze the life out of him. If Baloo didn't step in, he would be dead. Technically, the bear did save his life, so the boy does owe him a huge favor. They become close friends after he has left the wolf pack, not doing much as the bear is kind of lazy. I thought it weird that most of my family said the bear reminded them of me, a-holes.
There is also a weird side story, when Mowgli is kidnapped by the monkeys and taken to a temple where King Louie resides. It is the unmistakable voice of Christopher Walken. He wants the power of fire, and since man can yield it, he figures Mowgli can make it. There is a great rescue scene here, but Mowgli mostly escapes on his own, but not before Louie tells Mowgli that the male wolf who acted as his father was murdered again, by the Bengal tiger trying to lure the boy back.
The last act shows Mowgli acting like a grown up, facing the tiger by himself. He uses his skills with a rope made of vines to outsmart the tiger who follows him up a tree, and gets him to step on a dead branch which of course breaks, sending the tiger to his death.
There were some sappy parts and some ridiculous parts, but overall the movie was not that bad. It was kind of cute.
The story itself follows Mowgli pretty much like in the cartoon from way back in the day. He is a little boy who is orphaned but somehow gets raised by the animals. This part is hard enough to believe, but the real magic is that all of the creatures large and small speak English, so Mowgli can communicate with them. I think the idea worked only because they didn't have another person, so we can believe that English might actually be a language only the animals understand. Once you get past that, then it can be fun accepting the animals acting and talking like they should. Baloo, was probably the funniest part of the movie, played by Bill Murray, he is an oversized bear who uses Mowgli for his benefit to get him some honey from up high on a cliff ledge. Mowgli meets Baloo on his journey to a human village after being threatened by the area bully, a Bengal tiger. Although Mowgli is happy to be getting raised by the wolf pack, the elder animals know he must eventually be returned to the humans. The tiger wants to kill the boy because his father burned his face with a stick that was lit on fire. I thought it was shitty that the tiger wanted revenge on the boy for a couple burn marks on his face, meanwhile he killed the dad when Mowgli was a baby.
We are told this happens in a flashback by the boa constrictor played seductively by Scarlett Johansson. She hisses softly and moves in very slowly towards and around the boy. She is at the same time retelling what happened that night his father was murdered and also wrapping herself around him. She keeps saying she will protect him, when really, she is trying to wrap him to squeeze the life out of him. If Baloo didn't step in, he would be dead. Technically, the bear did save his life, so the boy does owe him a huge favor. They become close friends after he has left the wolf pack, not doing much as the bear is kind of lazy. I thought it weird that most of my family said the bear reminded them of me, a-holes.
There is also a weird side story, when Mowgli is kidnapped by the monkeys and taken to a temple where King Louie resides. It is the unmistakable voice of Christopher Walken. He wants the power of fire, and since man can yield it, he figures Mowgli can make it. There is a great rescue scene here, but Mowgli mostly escapes on his own, but not before Louie tells Mowgli that the male wolf who acted as his father was murdered again, by the Bengal tiger trying to lure the boy back.
The last act shows Mowgli acting like a grown up, facing the tiger by himself. He uses his skills with a rope made of vines to outsmart the tiger who follows him up a tree, and gets him to step on a dead branch which of course breaks, sending the tiger to his death.
There were some sappy parts and some ridiculous parts, but overall the movie was not that bad. It was kind of cute.
5/1/16 Celebrating 45 Years Together?
My folks are here for the weekend and we had a chance to celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary by eating at Pappadeaux. It is an impressive feat in today's shitty disposable world, where it seems as easy to pick up a new partner as it is for some to change vehicles.
Honestly, it was a rocky start, they got married because they created one of the best humans ever, and like I tell my fans, once you get a taste of my coolness, you can't walk away. My Mom was still going to school, my Dad had served in Vietnam and had come back a hero. They decided to move to Corpus Christi and start life together there. Mom continued her studies, commuting to Kingsville to become a teacher. She did her student teaching in Corpus Christi and we were on our way to having a great life growing up by the beach. But no, several incidents took place, Mom was threatened by a 'hood ass black kid who pushed her against the wall and said he was going to hurt her, plus she was always very close to her sisters and missed them too much, we had to go back to our hometown of Crystal City. My Dad was a man, he quickly found work in Corpus driving a delivery truck for an ice company. He likes to reminisce every time we go down there by Portland, he says he used to run all over delivering ice to the small gas stations.
When they decided to come to Crystal, my Dad again got a job driving and delivering ice, while my Mom got with the school and taught typing and business classes for about 13 years. At some point, she started with night classes, and became a counselor, which she still does today.
I can't help but believe they are good role models as Wife and I have been married 22 years. My brother and his wife have been married about 14-15 years and even my sister and her husband have been married at least 10 years.
My Mom has been good for Dad. He was just trying to crack wise today when we went to lunch about being all run ragged from being married so long to her, but I had to pipe up and say "relative to your brothers Dad, you're the one in best overall condition", two of his brother's have passed away in last few years, but the other two remaining are living life a little rougher. He had to agree. They may not exactly have the same likes, but I enjoy having them around. My Mom is happy having her grandkids around her, and maybe going to the mall, and trying new places to eat when they come to the big city. My Dad would rather be dropped off at a casino (illegal or not), and you could feed him a gas station burrito, but if it is a restaurant, it better have shrimp on the plate.
We have a week in Florida planned with them in a couple months, and even a trip to Corpus Christi here in a couple weeks, just to get out of town. I love that they have settled into a comfortable routine where my Mom is working because she wants to, my Dad gets to retire and be home and be a part of the family. He spent too many years working away from home as a truck driver. They have a little money and their health, so they can travel and come and go as they please.
What else can I say? I wish you another 45 years together. Thanks for all the lessons along the way to help make me the man I have become. I guess if I am as awesome as everyone says, it's because both of you added just the right amount of yourselves, I love you.
Honestly, it was a rocky start, they got married because they created one of the best humans ever, and like I tell my fans, once you get a taste of my coolness, you can't walk away. My Mom was still going to school, my Dad had served in Vietnam and had come back a hero. They decided to move to Corpus Christi and start life together there. Mom continued her studies, commuting to Kingsville to become a teacher. She did her student teaching in Corpus Christi and we were on our way to having a great life growing up by the beach. But no, several incidents took place, Mom was threatened by a 'hood ass black kid who pushed her against the wall and said he was going to hurt her, plus she was always very close to her sisters and missed them too much, we had to go back to our hometown of Crystal City. My Dad was a man, he quickly found work in Corpus driving a delivery truck for an ice company. He likes to reminisce every time we go down there by Portland, he says he used to run all over delivering ice to the small gas stations.
When they decided to come to Crystal, my Dad again got a job driving and delivering ice, while my Mom got with the school and taught typing and business classes for about 13 years. At some point, she started with night classes, and became a counselor, which she still does today.
I can't help but believe they are good role models as Wife and I have been married 22 years. My brother and his wife have been married about 14-15 years and even my sister and her husband have been married at least 10 years.
My Mom has been good for Dad. He was just trying to crack wise today when we went to lunch about being all run ragged from being married so long to her, but I had to pipe up and say "relative to your brothers Dad, you're the one in best overall condition", two of his brother's have passed away in last few years, but the other two remaining are living life a little rougher. He had to agree. They may not exactly have the same likes, but I enjoy having them around. My Mom is happy having her grandkids around her, and maybe going to the mall, and trying new places to eat when they come to the big city. My Dad would rather be dropped off at a casino (illegal or not), and you could feed him a gas station burrito, but if it is a restaurant, it better have shrimp on the plate.
We have a week in Florida planned with them in a couple months, and even a trip to Corpus Christi here in a couple weeks, just to get out of town. I love that they have settled into a comfortable routine where my Mom is working because she wants to, my Dad gets to retire and be home and be a part of the family. He spent too many years working away from home as a truck driver. They have a little money and their health, so they can travel and come and go as they please.
What else can I say? I wish you another 45 years together. Thanks for all the lessons along the way to help make me the man I have become. I guess if I am as awesome as everyone says, it's because both of you added just the right amount of yourselves, I love you.
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