I've been talking to people from my past over the holidays, catching up as I see old new names on Instagram or Facebook. Although I am just texting, or writing sentences, I feel like a different person. Some of these people I only had a friendly polite face with (never acted like my pervy self)and even though it has been years, I find my feeling for them is still where it left off. I guess there are some people I like and not just because they are a nice looking piece of meat, might I even have respect for some of these ladies? Hmm. I immediately felt that old Billy Joel song about looking at the stranger and the face we put on for different people.
I always feel goaded in my primary life, maybe Wife is aggressive with me because I am aggressive with her, but it is a perpetual motion machine. Adding in the pressures of being a father and always doing the right thing also adds to the stress which can make me come across as a short tempered dick, specially when I am tired from a long week at work and the last thing I want is some bitching over sweeping the kitchen or not drying shirts correctly. Wife occasionally catches me talking with people outside my daily life and wonders why I am so nice. I like to think that I am always nice, but once I am attacked I will get the last word in. I don't go into an argument unless I am going to win it, so if you start one with me, it might be awhile until we get back to feeling relaxed because I need things dissected and turned upside down before I let them go.
There is nothing wrong between Wife and I, I just noticed the lack of potential energy when talking to an outsider. Maybe we are carrying too much stress because we need a little vacation time. I meant to be off a couple days for Thanksgiving, but got caught up trying to squeeze every last nickel out of working a full week. I will take a week off for Christmas, I think I even need it. We didn't even take a week to go to Corpus this summer after I burned through three weeks healing my leg gash.
Speaking of talking to an outsider, I really need to grow my base of friends. I text Wife and I talk to my mom once a week, but only while she flips a tortilla or two, as I always seem to catch her busily raising grandkids.
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
11/29/17 Thievery And Shenanigans?
Like the great King Arthur waking with Excaliber stuck in his ribs by none other than his right hand man, Lancelot. I too have felt the sting of betrayal, my best weapon taken in my absence and lack of foresight. I am bleeding (well it's Sharpie Red) a slow unstoppable injury I shall carry for the rest of my days. The only consolation is that those tools had seen better days. A fair maiden laid mention of a magical chest in the far away land of the work-hard-nots where I could replenish my arsenal, so a journey was taken. Shooken by my disbelief of betrayal I took the solo journey on a December Eve to clear my head and experience how the work-hard-nots carry on in a day. I was expecting those superior human/magical beasts to perhaps challenge my arrival, maybe even have to fight a lock or at least have to ask questions about the magical treasure.
It turns out the work-hard-nots leave post haste before 5:00pm, so looting their fortunes is rather easy. I ate of their sweet delicacies, as a marauder, their Milky Ways and Baby Ruths providing the perfect sustenance to survive such a precarious journey. I tied myself to my mast and did not fall for the screaming and singing of the Kierig and quality coffees they enjoy, I learned this move from my boy, Odysseus. This would surely have woken one of the work-hard-nots. They are not interested in tools for working, but touch their coffee and they might retaliate by eliminating our own Folger's. And much like Bilbo Baggins, I walked the long journey back, with riches I shan't share with the thieves of the lower lands, but for my fair maiden. T'was only right to provide her new tools and weapons.
Watch thee selves, fools. If you see green running down your tunics, remember, you are awash in acid, but I have probably already stabbed you with my blue sharpie of righteousness. All you can say for forgiveness is "I was wrong, I should've walked and gotten my own new sharpies, but I'm lazy." 😊
Anyways, my sharpies disappeared, no biggie, they were getting old. My trainer told me where our boss keeps boxes, although boxes equals like two more red sharpies, so she needs to order more.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
11/28/17 Another Anniversary Moment, Starting Year 4?
I have now been writing for three years, and starting on my fourth year. Technically, I still have not missed a day of writing, truthfully, some days I write multiple blogs to keep up. There have been some missteps and I have lost a ton of sleep. Occasionally, I don't have the time to write during the day and I find myself in desperate mode in the middle of the night. I could excuse myself and just write a half ass thing, but I would feel like I was cheating. My dad keeps telling me "who cares? I wouldn't bother or loose sleep over this." I know this, and I don't know that I going to gain anything or if anyone even cares but I am running on my own conscious and I don't like to let me down.
Last year I mentioned I was going to try to employ more images and pics, but this format doesn't exactly make it easy to do that. On a couple of different occasions I added images, such as from the progression of my leg injury, but they didn't appear wherever Wife was looking through her phone or laptop, so I kind of lost interest in adding so many pics. I don't know that I will be adding anything new other than some blogs will be short, specially on quiet days when I don't have much to write about. Those are the hardest. If I have the tiniest thing to complain about, I can fill the block in 20 minutes, but when I don't really have something new to discuss or complain about, man, it can take all night. Sometimes I write about half of a blog, fall asleep on the keyboard and accidentally erase everything I've written. That is very annoying and scary.
I also mentioned I would be trying to read at least a book a month, but the months got away from me. I read maybe three books. I got bogged down by Christopher Hitchen's book which was more than the light reading I was hoping it would be. He is one of the stronger proponents of atheism, so I like to read his stuff carefully, but that in itself makes it take longer. I have about three-four new Bukowski books that I haven't made time for, so they are on the top of my reading list. This alone gives me five books I need to digest that are sitting in my bathroom and bedroom.
I am still battling this thing of sleeping too much. I am trying to be up naturally, so if my body wants to get up at 8:00am on my day off, I will stay up and either read, learn something on the internet, or write something down. I am at the point where I don't even turn on the TV, only watching it when Wife is here on the weekends. I think with football season ending for Javalina, we should start an exercise routine, we would both benefit from it. I used to have time to go work out when I was in the imaging section, but chemistry is so sample prep intensive, there doesn't seem to be a minute to get away that doesn't make me fall that much more behind.
I just want to say it out loud, 2017 sucked humongous donkey balls. With my leg taking almost until the summer to heal, the paycut, the loss of my truck, and Wife not taking the job that would have brought her back, we are in a holding pattern waiting for something to improve us. Overall, we are not starving, or haven't lost the house, so things are not dire, but dammit, I am used to more and I don't like being tempered by life. On a positive note, there is plenty of upside potential for 2018, so as the pervert in Alabama running for Senate Moore said to the GOP "Bring It On".
Last year I mentioned I was going to try to employ more images and pics, but this format doesn't exactly make it easy to do that. On a couple of different occasions I added images, such as from the progression of my leg injury, but they didn't appear wherever Wife was looking through her phone or laptop, so I kind of lost interest in adding so many pics. I don't know that I will be adding anything new other than some blogs will be short, specially on quiet days when I don't have much to write about. Those are the hardest. If I have the tiniest thing to complain about, I can fill the block in 20 minutes, but when I don't really have something new to discuss or complain about, man, it can take all night. Sometimes I write about half of a blog, fall asleep on the keyboard and accidentally erase everything I've written. That is very annoying and scary.
I also mentioned I would be trying to read at least a book a month, but the months got away from me. I read maybe three books. I got bogged down by Christopher Hitchen's book which was more than the light reading I was hoping it would be. He is one of the stronger proponents of atheism, so I like to read his stuff carefully, but that in itself makes it take longer. I have about three-four new Bukowski books that I haven't made time for, so they are on the top of my reading list. This alone gives me five books I need to digest that are sitting in my bathroom and bedroom.
I am still battling this thing of sleeping too much. I am trying to be up naturally, so if my body wants to get up at 8:00am on my day off, I will stay up and either read, learn something on the internet, or write something down. I am at the point where I don't even turn on the TV, only watching it when Wife is here on the weekends. I think with football season ending for Javalina, we should start an exercise routine, we would both benefit from it. I used to have time to go work out when I was in the imaging section, but chemistry is so sample prep intensive, there doesn't seem to be a minute to get away that doesn't make me fall that much more behind.
I just want to say it out loud, 2017 sucked humongous donkey balls. With my leg taking almost until the summer to heal, the paycut, the loss of my truck, and Wife not taking the job that would have brought her back, we are in a holding pattern waiting for something to improve us. Overall, we are not starving, or haven't lost the house, so things are not dire, but dammit, I am used to more and I don't like being tempered by life. On a positive note, there is plenty of upside potential for 2018, so as the pervert in Alabama running for Senate Moore said to the GOP "Bring It On".
Monday, November 27, 2017
11/27/17 Dear White People? (Netflix series)
I got suckered into Dear White People (the Netflix series) because it was listed as a credit for Tessa Thompson, Valkyrie, in the new Thor movie. Apparently, they made a movie in which she appeared, then they decided to make a series and a different girl took the lead.
I can't say I hated it, but it had that theme where we must see through their eyes, this case being the black student population. I don't tend to like these type of shows because I am a minority too and I went through college and it never seemed this polarized. I am not black, so of course, I can't know their pain, but sometimes you do bring shit upon yourself. There were a few different things the black groups on the show would get together to rally against, one being a "black face" party. After dissecting it, the original guy that suggested the party was told to shut it down, but in secret, the main black girl trying to get change going hacked his Facebook account and secretly sent out the invitation. The party happened and the black people were offended, as they should be. Where does that leave the campus when they did the right thing and stopped it before it happened? In reality, upon finding out the black girl troublemaker, Samantha White, made the party go, she should have been suspended or kicked out of the university, and role credits for her. In this fairy tale, she just gets more powerful as she pouts out of the dean's office.
The biggest issue they face is when on a Friday night, a small group of the black kids end up cruising the campus looking for something to do, end up at the whitest kids house for a party. Everyone is having a good time and drinks and playing games. Then they break into a dance scene and they are playing some hip hop music which is fine, but the lyrics say "nigger" this and "nigger" that as most hip hop/rap music uses it as every third or fourth word.
I take issue with this, like it or not, this type of music has been successful enough to become the music of the day. If it is black performers singing it for the masses, and they hope the masses sing it, then the word has to lose its magic power or look to those artists and censor the shit as it used to be censored back in the 80's, when something offended the little old ladies. You can't have it both ways, where the top ten songs all say my nigger this and my nigga that, but you whitie, can't repeat the phrase.
So they get into a confrontation about the lyric in the song and it is fine until some shoving and punches get thrown, whereby then the cops get called. The white guy host did say these are my friends and yes they are students and did try to help, but you know cops and how they are always portrayed. They ask the toughest looking black kid for his ID, and they always get mad and ask why, dammit!!!! just take the fucking ID out, you know what the next step is for a cop, he is not going to back down and leave. The cop then pulls a gun and pretty much makes the kid shit himself and he becomes this broken shell of a kid that he once was.
The cop was way wrong, but the kid could have helped himself. Rule one, you know cops are dicks, just do what they say. The law is their friend, you will not win, and you will find yourself dusted with marijuana and a weapon if he "accidentally" shoots you, so shut up and do as the officer says. Rule two, buy your own alcohol and hang with your kind. I never assumed that kids that were friendly in my class were my friends and wanted to hang out after hours. Then again, I never needed more than two or three people to have a good time. Rule three, how about you keep it real and spend some time studying. I like to say I didn't study much, but these kids really didn't study at all. Between going to class, doing so much homework, figuring out what to eat, pooping and showering, I never saw enough time to fight the system. I hung out with the HBSA at UT. The Hispanic Business Student Association because one of our roommates was in business and that group was filled with pretty Hispanics. I also went camping with the psychiatry club because another roommate was a psych major. I hung out with the chemists, but those nerds just cared about their elements and sandwich parties.
I was just arguing this with my folks a couple weekends ago, but I flirted with the idea of joining the only Hispanic greek group, but the idea of paying for my friends and their access seemed a bit 80's movie for me. It was four of us that came up here together from the junior college and none of us could really afford the fees. My sister was the last of us four at home, so for her, there was enough to pay for the sorority fees and she thought it was great. She didn't get to live in the house, but she helped pay for the mortgage, so that was good. Once she stopped paying, they lost touch, so we are all biting our teeth wondering what will happen if there is a female in our family who needs that connection to succeed.
The dean being black and a huge dick argues with the black kids that the cops would never pull a gun on his kid because he raised him right, only to be proven wrong as the kid loses control as he is kept out of his own organized function, he breaks a window in desperation and is promptly arrested with guns pointed at him. The dean breaks down seeing that his perfect boy who he has raised could also be mistaken for another black thug.
I don't have the solution for the race problems, and I am not sure there is one. People need an enemy, I think, and if we do it by skin color, it is an easy divide. I will probably continue watching if there is a new season, it did catch my attention, even without Valkyrie.
I can't say I hated it, but it had that theme where we must see through their eyes, this case being the black student population. I don't tend to like these type of shows because I am a minority too and I went through college and it never seemed this polarized. I am not black, so of course, I can't know their pain, but sometimes you do bring shit upon yourself. There were a few different things the black groups on the show would get together to rally against, one being a "black face" party. After dissecting it, the original guy that suggested the party was told to shut it down, but in secret, the main black girl trying to get change going hacked his Facebook account and secretly sent out the invitation. The party happened and the black people were offended, as they should be. Where does that leave the campus when they did the right thing and stopped it before it happened? In reality, upon finding out the black girl troublemaker, Samantha White, made the party go, she should have been suspended or kicked out of the university, and role credits for her. In this fairy tale, she just gets more powerful as she pouts out of the dean's office.
The biggest issue they face is when on a Friday night, a small group of the black kids end up cruising the campus looking for something to do, end up at the whitest kids house for a party. Everyone is having a good time and drinks and playing games. Then they break into a dance scene and they are playing some hip hop music which is fine, but the lyrics say "nigger" this and "nigger" that as most hip hop/rap music uses it as every third or fourth word.
I take issue with this, like it or not, this type of music has been successful enough to become the music of the day. If it is black performers singing it for the masses, and they hope the masses sing it, then the word has to lose its magic power or look to those artists and censor the shit as it used to be censored back in the 80's, when something offended the little old ladies. You can't have it both ways, where the top ten songs all say my nigger this and my nigga that, but you whitie, can't repeat the phrase.
So they get into a confrontation about the lyric in the song and it is fine until some shoving and punches get thrown, whereby then the cops get called. The white guy host did say these are my friends and yes they are students and did try to help, but you know cops and how they are always portrayed. They ask the toughest looking black kid for his ID, and they always get mad and ask why, dammit!!!! just take the fucking ID out, you know what the next step is for a cop, he is not going to back down and leave. The cop then pulls a gun and pretty much makes the kid shit himself and he becomes this broken shell of a kid that he once was.
The cop was way wrong, but the kid could have helped himself. Rule one, you know cops are dicks, just do what they say. The law is their friend, you will not win, and you will find yourself dusted with marijuana and a weapon if he "accidentally" shoots you, so shut up and do as the officer says. Rule two, buy your own alcohol and hang with your kind. I never assumed that kids that were friendly in my class were my friends and wanted to hang out after hours. Then again, I never needed more than two or three people to have a good time. Rule three, how about you keep it real and spend some time studying. I like to say I didn't study much, but these kids really didn't study at all. Between going to class, doing so much homework, figuring out what to eat, pooping and showering, I never saw enough time to fight the system. I hung out with the HBSA at UT. The Hispanic Business Student Association because one of our roommates was in business and that group was filled with pretty Hispanics. I also went camping with the psychiatry club because another roommate was a psych major. I hung out with the chemists, but those nerds just cared about their elements and sandwich parties.
I was just arguing this with my folks a couple weekends ago, but I flirted with the idea of joining the only Hispanic greek group, but the idea of paying for my friends and their access seemed a bit 80's movie for me. It was four of us that came up here together from the junior college and none of us could really afford the fees. My sister was the last of us four at home, so for her, there was enough to pay for the sorority fees and she thought it was great. She didn't get to live in the house, but she helped pay for the mortgage, so that was good. Once she stopped paying, they lost touch, so we are all biting our teeth wondering what will happen if there is a female in our family who needs that connection to succeed.
The dean being black and a huge dick argues with the black kids that the cops would never pull a gun on his kid because he raised him right, only to be proven wrong as the kid loses control as he is kept out of his own organized function, he breaks a window in desperation and is promptly arrested with guns pointed at him. The dean breaks down seeing that his perfect boy who he has raised could also be mistaken for another black thug.
I don't have the solution for the race problems, and I am not sure there is one. People need an enemy, I think, and if we do it by skin color, it is an easy divide. I will probably continue watching if there is a new season, it did catch my attention, even without Valkyrie.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
11/26/17 Is Black Friday Still A Thing?
I cannot believe perfectly good people get up at the crack of dawn or even stay up all night for a chance to go fight some poor old lady for a discounted toy, but then again, that is what we have been reduced to. I have only been suckered in one time, back in 1997 or 1998. Best Buy was advertising computers at a great price when they were still expensive and I thought I would try to get one. It was total madness, the crowd of 60-80 people outside told me I had no chance in hell, but I knew where the computers were, I ran in that direction and within the 1-2 minutes it took to get there, there was no sign a great discount had even existed except for the empty pallets laying in the walkways. I decided then and there that Black Friday deals are a myth and I wouldn't bother anymore.
Dillard's does a nice thing, much classier than all that bullshit. They invite their best customers, those that charge on their cards regularly, to a private Sunday evening sale. The mall usually closes at 6:00pm or 7:00pm, but then Dillard's re-opens after they walk all the riff-raff out. They do it nice, with Christmas carolers, fountains of chilled drink, usually like 7up and cranberry, something like that. Then a bunch of little finger foods, from cheese and grapes in one section, to tiny fudge pieces, cheesecake pieces, and other fancy treats. For something like this, yes, I will get off my fat ass and go and spend some money. To go fight with the unwashed masses, forget that.
Yesterday, I got up at 8:00am after sleeping all day Thanksgiving, did our bills, wrote my blog, then at 4:00pm, I took a nap. I wanted to go out to the mall and check things out, but we've already got our parent's gifts, and the boys aren't asking for much, so we don't really have too many gifts to buy this year.
I saw an article asking if this was the last Black Friday. I say it should about be. More and more people are shopping online. Maybe my boys are older, but there doesn't seem to be the "Tickle Me Elmo" toy out the last couple years that everyone needs to have. I've asked the boys what they want and they have to think for a while. Javalina says more video games, maybe a nice watch, like a Rolex (I'll start him off with something realistic). Boy says if he wants something, he just orders it on Amazon, but maybe some boots. I agree on the boots, we didn't buy him any new shoes at the start of this school year, the boots he wears daily are starting to look a little worn. I told him, he is pretty much an adult, maybe some new pants, he doesn't need GI Joes anymore. Plus we know about his addiction, he is constantly ordering stuff on Amazon he doesn't need, so it is Christmas year round for him.
I got up early today (Saturday morning), I am about done writing this at 11:00am, plus I already went and changed Wife's oil on her car, so she is ready for the push to the final three weeks, I need to take one of the Christmas weeks off. I meant to take Thanksgiving week off, but I got suckered in for the taste of a few hours of extra holiday pay.
Dillard's does a nice thing, much classier than all that bullshit. They invite their best customers, those that charge on their cards regularly, to a private Sunday evening sale. The mall usually closes at 6:00pm or 7:00pm, but then Dillard's re-opens after they walk all the riff-raff out. They do it nice, with Christmas carolers, fountains of chilled drink, usually like 7up and cranberry, something like that. Then a bunch of little finger foods, from cheese and grapes in one section, to tiny fudge pieces, cheesecake pieces, and other fancy treats. For something like this, yes, I will get off my fat ass and go and spend some money. To go fight with the unwashed masses, forget that.
Yesterday, I got up at 8:00am after sleeping all day Thanksgiving, did our bills, wrote my blog, then at 4:00pm, I took a nap. I wanted to go out to the mall and check things out, but we've already got our parent's gifts, and the boys aren't asking for much, so we don't really have too many gifts to buy this year.
I saw an article asking if this was the last Black Friday. I say it should about be. More and more people are shopping online. Maybe my boys are older, but there doesn't seem to be the "Tickle Me Elmo" toy out the last couple years that everyone needs to have. I've asked the boys what they want and they have to think for a while. Javalina says more video games, maybe a nice watch, like a Rolex (I'll start him off with something realistic). Boy says if he wants something, he just orders it on Amazon, but maybe some boots. I agree on the boots, we didn't buy him any new shoes at the start of this school year, the boots he wears daily are starting to look a little worn. I told him, he is pretty much an adult, maybe some new pants, he doesn't need GI Joes anymore. Plus we know about his addiction, he is constantly ordering stuff on Amazon he doesn't need, so it is Christmas year round for him.
I got up early today (Saturday morning), I am about done writing this at 11:00am, plus I already went and changed Wife's oil on her car, so she is ready for the push to the final three weeks, I need to take one of the Christmas weeks off. I meant to take Thanksgiving week off, but I got suckered in for the taste of a few hours of extra holiday pay.
11/25/17 Thanksgiving?
I was so out of it, Thanksgiving almost slipped out of my existence. I worked all week to try and suck as much money as I could out of the week, still nothing compared to how it used to be,but oh well. Anyways, after working Monday through Wednesday night at 12-13 hours apiece, I was pretty tired by Thursday. Add to that the fact that I couldn't sleep Thursday morning and my in-laws started arriving early Thursday and my sleep was disturbed most of the day. I stayed in bed until almost 2:30pm, then Wife came up and got me up, saying the food was ready. I took a quick shower, came down and pretty much went around and hugged everyone.
I picked my chair I always sit at and waited for the food to start getting served. Five minutes later, we all went into the family room and holding hands, my brother in law did a little prayer. My brother in law's little kid must be getting over the religious enlightenment as he was not demanding to have his fifteen minutes of fame praying over all of us. I say good, kids shouldn't feel that much pressure to care so much about something they don't understand.
I was a little worried Wednesday night as I left back to work. Usually, my in-laws come and spend the night Wednesday Night and I can see all the foods being prepared and brought together, Wednesday night, it was just Wife here and she wasn't even completely sold on the idea of taking the turkey out of the fridge, thinking we would get sick if the turkey thawed too quickly overnight. I was worried about a lack of sodas, we had two pumpkin pies and Javalina was already killing one of them. That was my inspiration for my depressing blog Thursday. Things looked much better when I got up, there were two turkeys as usual, and two hams, plenty of stuffing and desserts galore.
I loved the desserts, one of them was a cheesecake with banana overtones. It was totally new to my palate. They also did a pecan turtle cheesecake, pistachio pudding, pumpkin pie, and pecan pie. It was hard to figure out a favorite, good thing I had a tray mixed with all of them for seconds at night.
After finishing what was the meal and dessert, I felt like exploding. I went up to my bathroom, and my bed tripped me and pulled me in under its blankets for some awesome afternoon napping. By the time I realized, it was around 8:30pm and I got up out of guilt that Wife was downstairs alone. She said her folks had cleaned the kitchen, put away everything and even got a load going in the wash. The kitchen looked so clean, I panicked that they took everything and left no leftovers.
After confirming, I got a plate of more desserts and we saw a couple of shows on our big screen, something we rarely do anymore. About midnight, I remembered I had not written today's blog, so I got to work. I am writing this one early, I am about done and it is only 3:00pm on Friday. I believe I have earned a nap and maybe a trip to the mall later, the black Friday crowds will be thin by 7:00pm.
I picked my chair I always sit at and waited for the food to start getting served. Five minutes later, we all went into the family room and holding hands, my brother in law did a little prayer. My brother in law's little kid must be getting over the religious enlightenment as he was not demanding to have his fifteen minutes of fame praying over all of us. I say good, kids shouldn't feel that much pressure to care so much about something they don't understand.
I was a little worried Wednesday night as I left back to work. Usually, my in-laws come and spend the night Wednesday Night and I can see all the foods being prepared and brought together, Wednesday night, it was just Wife here and she wasn't even completely sold on the idea of taking the turkey out of the fridge, thinking we would get sick if the turkey thawed too quickly overnight. I was worried about a lack of sodas, we had two pumpkin pies and Javalina was already killing one of them. That was my inspiration for my depressing blog Thursday. Things looked much better when I got up, there were two turkeys as usual, and two hams, plenty of stuffing and desserts galore.
I loved the desserts, one of them was a cheesecake with banana overtones. It was totally new to my palate. They also did a pecan turtle cheesecake, pistachio pudding, pumpkin pie, and pecan pie. It was hard to figure out a favorite, good thing I had a tray mixed with all of them for seconds at night.
After finishing what was the meal and dessert, I felt like exploding. I went up to my bathroom, and my bed tripped me and pulled me in under its blankets for some awesome afternoon napping. By the time I realized, it was around 8:30pm and I got up out of guilt that Wife was downstairs alone. She said her folks had cleaned the kitchen, put away everything and even got a load going in the wash. The kitchen looked so clean, I panicked that they took everything and left no leftovers.
After confirming, I got a plate of more desserts and we saw a couple of shows on our big screen, something we rarely do anymore. About midnight, I remembered I had not written today's blog, so I got to work. I am writing this one early, I am about done and it is only 3:00pm on Friday. I believe I have earned a nap and maybe a trip to the mall later, the black Friday crowds will be thin by 7:00pm.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
11/24/17 Narcos: Season 3
With the elimination of Pablo Escobar, it was interesting to see the show continue and see where it went. The first two seasons focused on finding and catching Pablo Escobar, so why continue with a third season after he was caught and shot dead at the end of season two. They focused the camera and storyline on the DEA agent Javier Pena who was the lead on catching Escobar, and reminds me of a new generation Burt Reynolds with his 70's mustache. He also came out in Kingsman as Whiskey, with the lightsaber whip.
Anyways, the powers that be have decided that the new cocaine cartel are the "Gentlemen of Cali" which are a powerful group of 4 men. Two of them are brothers and the "leader" has always controlled and kept them working efficiently and quietly. Within the first few episodes, they announce that they will be retiring in 6 months, giving them time to make as much money as they can manage. This sounds fine to the leader who reasons that they will do minimal sentences, turn over the cocaine routes and operations but keep their billions and legitimate businesses. This has somehow been set up between the cartel and the governor of Colombia. The DEA is working in the dark and not supposed to be as successful as they manage to be, but with minimal manpower, they "accidentally" discover the whereabouts of the main leader, Gilbert, and capture him. This leaves the other brother, Miguel, in charge and he has to deal with the fallback of other smaller cartels trying to step into their position. They get shot at and they retaliate with excessive force every time.
It seems at every point in which the DEA should be thanked for capturing a leader of the cartel, the government gets more pissed, even the American ambassador is not happy with the success of Pena. Along with DEA, there are CIA agents and probably other secret groups running around gathering info, but they suck at sharing it.
Towards the end, when Pena has figured out a big plot point, the ambassador plays him a tape indicating he already knew everything. The CIA guy shows up eating a yogurt, looking as useless as usual, going on about how he warned Pena to just take it easy and not try to be a hero.
Back on the streets, the Cartel is going crazy and killing anyone they suspect of being a mole, the son of the other brother, David becomes obsessed with the head of their security, Salcedo, as being the true mole. Salcedo wants nothing more than to get his family out of the country for their safety. He is instrumental in all of the success of the DEA, and as usual, the US does what the US does.
The show was intense and I kept waiting for it to go bad, Salcedo puts himself at great risk in most every episode to try and help the DEA and I was sure he would get killed by the end of the season. There were a couple of familiar faces from the first two seasons, and as we can see in IMDB, there are what appear to be, plans for a 4th season. Pena retired in disgust at the realities of how the government operates, but his hire ups were trying to talk him back in.
Anyways, the powers that be have decided that the new cocaine cartel are the "Gentlemen of Cali" which are a powerful group of 4 men. Two of them are brothers and the "leader" has always controlled and kept them working efficiently and quietly. Within the first few episodes, they announce that they will be retiring in 6 months, giving them time to make as much money as they can manage. This sounds fine to the leader who reasons that they will do minimal sentences, turn over the cocaine routes and operations but keep their billions and legitimate businesses. This has somehow been set up between the cartel and the governor of Colombia. The DEA is working in the dark and not supposed to be as successful as they manage to be, but with minimal manpower, they "accidentally" discover the whereabouts of the main leader, Gilbert, and capture him. This leaves the other brother, Miguel, in charge and he has to deal with the fallback of other smaller cartels trying to step into their position. They get shot at and they retaliate with excessive force every time.
It seems at every point in which the DEA should be thanked for capturing a leader of the cartel, the government gets more pissed, even the American ambassador is not happy with the success of Pena. Along with DEA, there are CIA agents and probably other secret groups running around gathering info, but they suck at sharing it.
Towards the end, when Pena has figured out a big plot point, the ambassador plays him a tape indicating he already knew everything. The CIA guy shows up eating a yogurt, looking as useless as usual, going on about how he warned Pena to just take it easy and not try to be a hero.
Back on the streets, the Cartel is going crazy and killing anyone they suspect of being a mole, the son of the other brother, David becomes obsessed with the head of their security, Salcedo, as being the true mole. Salcedo wants nothing more than to get his family out of the country for their safety. He is instrumental in all of the success of the DEA, and as usual, the US does what the US does.
The show was intense and I kept waiting for it to go bad, Salcedo puts himself at great risk in most every episode to try and help the DEA and I was sure he would get killed by the end of the season. There were a couple of familiar faces from the first two seasons, and as we can see in IMDB, there are what appear to be, plans for a 4th season. Pena retired in disgust at the realities of how the government operates, but his hire ups were trying to talk him back in.
11/23/17 Happy Thanksgiving To All?
Here we are, close to finishing another year, for some good, for some, bad. We can count on one thing, if we hang around long enough, next year we will be at the same point in the calender, give or take a day, Thanksgiving does move around. The point is to take a breath and be thankful for those around us. I always appreciate those who come around and give their time to us, family or friends, it should always be in having a good time. This kind of reminds me of my Mom's light guilt she lays on me for not visiting and maybe moving too far away. We don't set out to upset the ones we love, my goal has always been to go and make a mark out there, come back as someone worthy of being proud of. Over the years, we have had many good years in which I felt invincible, so it was bound to happen, sometimes what goes up must come down, and certainly this year has tested our personal lows. We made some decisions we knew would be risky, then they were compounded when my company cut my pay and I had to give up my truck, which was beautiful and perfect. I know that material things don't matter, and I am fine running around in my trusty old Excursion, but if ever a time was, this has felt like we are totally being tested. Add to that, Wife is now "stuck" working three hours away, we thought there might be an opportunity, but it would have demanded more than we could afford to give up.
I know so far things sound a tad dark, but I really feel it is fixing to improve. We made some sacrifices, such as giving up the majority of our credit cards, such as Wife working for the knowledge so far away, even Boy will be done in a year or so with his studies. Javalina has become a teenager and he is almost changing before our eyes from a little pudgy Chubby cutie to another handsome young man with a beautiful attitude.
So even if this is one of our quieter and unexciting Thanksgiving weekends, complete with my ass working all week, including Wednesday Night, I know things always ebb and flow. In about two years, I imagine we will be stronger financially and in a better position.
Waah, all this negative crap aside, a few good mixed drinks and the right pies and this might still be the best Thanksgiving ever. It does have to do with the attitude and spirit which we go into any holiday, and at least for now, we are still living life at the address of my choice.
Happy Thanksgiving Y'all!!
I know so far things sound a tad dark, but I really feel it is fixing to improve. We made some sacrifices, such as giving up the majority of our credit cards, such as Wife working for the knowledge so far away, even Boy will be done in a year or so with his studies. Javalina has become a teenager and he is almost changing before our eyes from a little pudgy Chubby cutie to another handsome young man with a beautiful attitude.
So even if this is one of our quieter and unexciting Thanksgiving weekends, complete with my ass working all week, including Wednesday Night, I know things always ebb and flow. In about two years, I imagine we will be stronger financially and in a better position.
Waah, all this negative crap aside, a few good mixed drinks and the right pies and this might still be the best Thanksgiving ever. It does have to do with the attitude and spirit which we go into any holiday, and at least for now, we are still living life at the address of my choice.
Happy Thanksgiving Y'all!!
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
11/22/17 Happy Birthday, Javalina?
In some cultures, Chubs is now a man, so he would prefer to go by Javalina, the Spanish spelling for Javelina, which is our mascot in Crystal City. His coach gave him the nickname and he kind of likes it. The coach is from neighboring Carrizo Springs and our boy briefly attended school down there when Wife first got her job down there. Joking aside, our baby is now 13 years old and officially in the teenage years.
We never treated either kid as a baby, with the goo goos and the talking to them like they are plants. I think this has helped them both grow up quicker. They are both mature for their respective ages and in general, much better behaved than some of the other savages we encounter here and there. For his birthday, we had my family up this weekend. It is always hectic when they visit, because we try to do too much and we end up running around like it's the end of the world. This weekend was no different, actually, with my brother only showing up for the afternoon, it was even more hectic Saturday evening, as he demanded to eat somewhere requiring an advance notice to sit us on time, he likes to be fancy.
What Javalina cared about most waited until Sunday and that was seeing what he would get from us for his birthday. We decided to go to Best Buy and he chose the newest PS4, along with an extra controller, an extra game, and another game for his Nintendo Switch. He seems pretty happy with what he got, and it lines up with plenty of downtime, so he can just lean back and have a relaxing good time. He has been pretty much in his room, playing games, not moving or leaving the house.
My in-laws should show up tonight or tomorrow, and then they will celebrate his birthday and hopefully, get him some more nice stuff. For all my mom always busting on me to get my nephews and niece a gift, it seems my brother and sister both forgot to give my boy a gift. Hmm.
Boy bought a cake, which surprised all of us, but it was from Sam's and not very good, sorry to say. I always prefer a little something from Central Market, maybe we can take a run that way today. Either way, it has been a nice week, with Wife home, we have felt a little normal, at least for this week. We get her back for two weeks at the end of December, so that'll be cool too.
We never treated either kid as a baby, with the goo goos and the talking to them like they are plants. I think this has helped them both grow up quicker. They are both mature for their respective ages and in general, much better behaved than some of the other savages we encounter here and there. For his birthday, we had my family up this weekend. It is always hectic when they visit, because we try to do too much and we end up running around like it's the end of the world. This weekend was no different, actually, with my brother only showing up for the afternoon, it was even more hectic Saturday evening, as he demanded to eat somewhere requiring an advance notice to sit us on time, he likes to be fancy.
What Javalina cared about most waited until Sunday and that was seeing what he would get from us for his birthday. We decided to go to Best Buy and he chose the newest PS4, along with an extra controller, an extra game, and another game for his Nintendo Switch. He seems pretty happy with what he got, and it lines up with plenty of downtime, so he can just lean back and have a relaxing good time. He has been pretty much in his room, playing games, not moving or leaving the house.
My in-laws should show up tonight or tomorrow, and then they will celebrate his birthday and hopefully, get him some more nice stuff. For all my mom always busting on me to get my nephews and niece a gift, it seems my brother and sister both forgot to give my boy a gift. Hmm.
Boy bought a cake, which surprised all of us, but it was from Sam's and not very good, sorry to say. I always prefer a little something from Central Market, maybe we can take a run that way today. Either way, it has been a nice week, with Wife home, we have felt a little normal, at least for this week. We get her back for two weeks at the end of December, so that'll be cool too.
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
11/21/17 Murder On The Orient Express? (Movie)
Murder On The Orient Express is a remake of a movie I'm not sure needed it. The previews were far funnier and light hearted, I guess if I had read it, I would have known the movie all around is more of a downer. The whole thing to this movie is to figure out "who did it?!", so I will refrain from giving that away.
I kept getting lost in the romance and curiosity of traveling by train. I think it would be romantic if there was a trail through some very scenic area like the mountains headed to Colorado, but then the way these people were tended to, it seems it could be very expensive. They had a guard overlooking them when they slept, breakfast was brought to them in their rooms, or there was a whole boxcar dedicated to eating with tables and a bar. I don't know what else you can do on a train, but it looked relaxing, other than the only beds I saw were bunk beds.
The story starts at the wailing wall in Jerusalem where someone has stolen a priceless article. The famed detective Hercule Poirot figures out the problem and then talks to a friend about taking a much needed vacation. He is carried away at the last minute to head to some place which requires him getting on the train unexpectedly.
I expected more humor, Josh Gadot is on the cast, so is Johnny Depp, playing the bad guy, and some of the others have done comedy before. There were comical incidents, but overall, the movie seemed more serious than it had to be.
To top it off, my brother says there were overtones of some kidnapping of the Lindbergh Baby, which is not going to infuse the movie with laughter.
Another thing that made me say wow was the fact that there was no heavy equipment, when they get hit by a falling avalanche and partially derailed, they only send men and some very raw tools. I don't see how that would work today.
I think, in the end it was all about Hercule needing to accept sometimes horrible things happened and to survive them, we had to accept some things as they were. Right and wrong are not always black and white as he said in the beginning. When you deal with humans, life gets very complicated very quickly, but yet, we find a way to keep going.
I kept getting lost in the romance and curiosity of traveling by train. I think it would be romantic if there was a trail through some very scenic area like the mountains headed to Colorado, but then the way these people were tended to, it seems it could be very expensive. They had a guard overlooking them when they slept, breakfast was brought to them in their rooms, or there was a whole boxcar dedicated to eating with tables and a bar. I don't know what else you can do on a train, but it looked relaxing, other than the only beds I saw were bunk beds.
The story starts at the wailing wall in Jerusalem where someone has stolen a priceless article. The famed detective Hercule Poirot figures out the problem and then talks to a friend about taking a much needed vacation. He is carried away at the last minute to head to some place which requires him getting on the train unexpectedly.
I expected more humor, Josh Gadot is on the cast, so is Johnny Depp, playing the bad guy, and some of the others have done comedy before. There were comical incidents, but overall, the movie seemed more serious than it had to be.
To top it off, my brother says there were overtones of some kidnapping of the Lindbergh Baby, which is not going to infuse the movie with laughter.
Another thing that made me say wow was the fact that there was no heavy equipment, when they get hit by a falling avalanche and partially derailed, they only send men and some very raw tools. I don't see how that would work today.
I think, in the end it was all about Hercule needing to accept sometimes horrible things happened and to survive them, we had to accept some things as they were. Right and wrong are not always black and white as he said in the beginning. When you deal with humans, life gets very complicated very quickly, but yet, we find a way to keep going.
Monday, November 20, 2017
11/20/17 How Many Freaking Kids Do You Need?
First off, I love my two boys, they have pretty much guided what I do day in and day out the last twenty three years. That being said, why do people demand to have more than they can carry when kids are going to guide your every move for about twenty years? My sister and I were having not really a conversation, but she brought up the idea of another kid and it makes me throw up a little bit. Kids are huge anchors on life, they get in the way if you want to do anything real fun, and from what I can tell about my sister, she wants to start living and spreading her wings now that her professional life is going.
I applaud her for being so determined and now she has become a principal at a fairly young age, and I hear from my mom that they have taken a couple trips with friends to Vegas and San Antonio and stuff like that. It seems like she has finally taken the training wheels of life off her bike and starting to enjoy life. So why would you want to demand another kid in your life? It is easy to do when Mom lives next door and you can just swing by and dump your obligations on her so you can go and rest, but how far are you willing to stretch your mother's abilities? She might not be the type that says no to you, but your assumptions that she will be there for you also prevent her from stretching her wings fully. Most every time my folks have come to visit on a weekend, they leave Sunday because they need to be home to take the kids to school. My mom doesn't have kids in school anymore.
My mom recently retired but I know that even though they have an RV, they won't stray too far from home, even though they could. And to make it even more ridiculous, my sister won't let my folks take the grandkids anywhere, such as with the RV on a vacation, that would be too much. So, my folks are trapped at home, to play complimentary babysitter and you get to think about having more kids now that your own kids are just getting past the point that kids suck, and they are just more of a nuisance. I would like for them to think that if they come visit, they could just as easily stay until the following weekend, to go to some museums, or just to hang out, do some shopping at the Outlet malls or the various specialty stores.
Sure, you can have as many kids as you want, but your quality of life goes down for every kid that you add. There are less resources you can provide, the more kids that you have. Even if you can afford the kids monetarily, you only have so many hours in a week to divide by x number of kids. The more kids, the less attention to each kid. In their college years, you'll be responsible for that much more schooling, unless they are to be on their own, but don't call yourself a good parent if you're not going to help them get all the way prepared to succeed.
Are you going to put off that PHD program to have another whiny kid? Or are you going to just expect mom to watch all three kids while you run to SA for your classes? You have mentioned you are the one that is supposed to write a book, when will that start if you are constantly pooping kids? There is the good chance your hubby is ALL MAN, he may not have an X chromosome in his body to give you a girl, which is what you really want, ehh, they are overrated.
I applaud her for being so determined and now she has become a principal at a fairly young age, and I hear from my mom that they have taken a couple trips with friends to Vegas and San Antonio and stuff like that. It seems like she has finally taken the training wheels of life off her bike and starting to enjoy life. So why would you want to demand another kid in your life? It is easy to do when Mom lives next door and you can just swing by and dump your obligations on her so you can go and rest, but how far are you willing to stretch your mother's abilities? She might not be the type that says no to you, but your assumptions that she will be there for you also prevent her from stretching her wings fully. Most every time my folks have come to visit on a weekend, they leave Sunday because they need to be home to take the kids to school. My mom doesn't have kids in school anymore.
My mom recently retired but I know that even though they have an RV, they won't stray too far from home, even though they could. And to make it even more ridiculous, my sister won't let my folks take the grandkids anywhere, such as with the RV on a vacation, that would be too much. So, my folks are trapped at home, to play complimentary babysitter and you get to think about having more kids now that your own kids are just getting past the point that kids suck, and they are just more of a nuisance. I would like for them to think that if they come visit, they could just as easily stay until the following weekend, to go to some museums, or just to hang out, do some shopping at the Outlet malls or the various specialty stores.
Sure, you can have as many kids as you want, but your quality of life goes down for every kid that you add. There are less resources you can provide, the more kids that you have. Even if you can afford the kids monetarily, you only have so many hours in a week to divide by x number of kids. The more kids, the less attention to each kid. In their college years, you'll be responsible for that much more schooling, unless they are to be on their own, but don't call yourself a good parent if you're not going to help them get all the way prepared to succeed.
Are you going to put off that PHD program to have another whiny kid? Or are you going to just expect mom to watch all three kids while you run to SA for your classes? You have mentioned you are the one that is supposed to write a book, when will that start if you are constantly pooping kids? There is the good chance your hubby is ALL MAN, he may not have an X chromosome in his body to give you a girl, which is what you really want, ehh, they are overrated.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
11/19/17 Celebrating Javalina's Birthday A Little Early?
Saturday was a busy day, we celebrated Javalina's birthday all day long. It was kind of fun, but still, I don't dig days where we don't come home every so often. There were no rules to the day, but initially, we needed to eat. I think my Mom had thought we were going to eat three meals because after making jokes about Bill Miller, they thought we were headed there at noon. Javalina wanted to eat at Red Robin, we go there from time to time and it had been awhile. The third plan for a meal was to eat at the Alamo Drafthouse while watching either Thor or Murder on the Orient Express. I could not dig the idea of three meals, worse, three meals without stopping at the house to relieve some pressure, if you know what I mean.
I quickly convinced my Mom instead of Bill Miller to just go eat at Red Robin, it would be noon by the time we got there, and it would be a big lunch. If I had eaten at Bill Miller, I don't know if I could have rallied and eaten even one burger by 3:00 or 4:00 pm. The unknown was my brother with his family. I called him at 9:00am and he was still not on the road, am I supposed to plan around him? We had told him we were eating at Red Robin around 4:00pm, but things change. Sorry if you read this bro-bro, but when I suggested the food court at the mall as a place to eat, I was still burping burgers onion ring towers from that great big lunch. I know you had a great laugh at me, but none of us were ready to eat. Wife suggested eating at Longhorn Steakhouse on the fly, while we were driving to the mall. Apparently, that is one of those restaurants he loves, so he approved.
The rest of the time at the mall for me was feeling that burger and appetizers turning and churning into poop. I was walking around slower and slower, thinking I can't eat again without going to the bathroom. I tried going at Sears, but it is so small and always feels kind of dirty, I chickened out. I came out a little distracted with their sales, I want to buy a table saw, I am planning on installing wood floors if I can ever get ahead of our bills, but that is for another day.
Eventually, we all made it to Longhorn Steakhouse, except for poor Boy who always seems to be working. Dinner was very good, I had a smaller steak which my brother would not stop insulting that it was such a small steak it should call itself a nugget. He was all in love with his fatty ribeye even forced Javalina and I to take a bite to see how good it was, and it was fatty.
We ended the night at home, since Boy bought a cake for his brother, we all sang Happy Birthday for a third time, his real birthday isn't until the 22nd, so let's see how many more he can sneak in. Even though my brother did not spend the night, I was glad everyone came and we sat together to eat.
I quickly convinced my Mom instead of Bill Miller to just go eat at Red Robin, it would be noon by the time we got there, and it would be a big lunch. If I had eaten at Bill Miller, I don't know if I could have rallied and eaten even one burger by 3:00 or 4:00 pm. The unknown was my brother with his family. I called him at 9:00am and he was still not on the road, am I supposed to plan around him? We had told him we were eating at Red Robin around 4:00pm, but things change. Sorry if you read this bro-bro, but when I suggested the food court at the mall as a place to eat, I was still burping burgers onion ring towers from that great big lunch. I know you had a great laugh at me, but none of us were ready to eat. Wife suggested eating at Longhorn Steakhouse on the fly, while we were driving to the mall. Apparently, that is one of those restaurants he loves, so he approved.
The rest of the time at the mall for me was feeling that burger and appetizers turning and churning into poop. I was walking around slower and slower, thinking I can't eat again without going to the bathroom. I tried going at Sears, but it is so small and always feels kind of dirty, I chickened out. I came out a little distracted with their sales, I want to buy a table saw, I am planning on installing wood floors if I can ever get ahead of our bills, but that is for another day.
Eventually, we all made it to Longhorn Steakhouse, except for poor Boy who always seems to be working. Dinner was very good, I had a smaller steak which my brother would not stop insulting that it was such a small steak it should call itself a nugget. He was all in love with his fatty ribeye even forced Javalina and I to take a bite to see how good it was, and it was fatty.
We ended the night at home, since Boy bought a cake for his brother, we all sang Happy Birthday for a third time, his real birthday isn't until the 22nd, so let's see how many more he can sneak in. Even though my brother did not spend the night, I was glad everyone came and we sat together to eat.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
11/18/17 Retire/ Rehire?
I don't feel like I ever win when it comes to the little things in life, but my mom had managed to land in a very sweet spot. Through the teacher retirement system, one could work something like twenty years, retire, start receiving a monthly check, then go back to work doing the same thing and receive a 2nd check. They do something with the "retirement check", like the people only get 9 of 12 monthly checks, but they are also getting a full check for working.
My Mom had retired when Javalina was born, thirteen years ago. She would come help watch him during the week the first year he was born. This was great for us as we saved on the costs of daycare and getting mixed with other sick kids. After this, she decided she was a bit bored and she went back to work, this time in Cotulla, a small city about 30-40 miles from Crystal City. She was there four or five years, then retired again, I believe my sister had her 2nd kid and my mom loves a baby, specially if it's one of hers as she calls all her grandchildren. She watched him for awhile, then my sister was able to get him into the school daycare, I believe.
At this point, she could have stayed retired and just chilled, but she went back to work, again. She was supposed to be part time, but the other counselor was off after having a baby. My mom's boss a newish Principal really liked and leaned on my Mom and convinced her to work full time. My Mom liked the idea of a big ole check on top of her retirement check, so she agreed. The next year that principal was reassigned to another school, the high school, I think. My Mom then spent the last year and a half working under a principal she felt didn't like her and did not value her opinion. Although my mom has loved working with the kids, her discomfort with the adults is what made her decision that much easier.
That being said, she did leave it open to come back yet again, but it would have to be in the capacity of part time. I worry she would agree to this, yet because of always carrying more than her share, she would end up working a full time scale. But this is an argument for another time. At present, she says she feels relaxed and at ease with her decision. I had told her work if it makes you happy, don't do it if it is miserable. I am hoping they come visit more often, works perfect with the empty room in the house right now.
I told her she will need to find something to keep her socializing, my dad has those illegal casinos he can't stay out of, she needs to find her casino. She mentioned the Kiwanis club or something, so maybe she has a game plan. Shoot, maybe my sister is fixing to have another kid, she has only stayed away from work to watch babies, so far. Either way, I am happy she looks happy with her decision in the short term.
My Mom had retired when Javalina was born, thirteen years ago. She would come help watch him during the week the first year he was born. This was great for us as we saved on the costs of daycare and getting mixed with other sick kids. After this, she decided she was a bit bored and she went back to work, this time in Cotulla, a small city about 30-40 miles from Crystal City. She was there four or five years, then retired again, I believe my sister had her 2nd kid and my mom loves a baby, specially if it's one of hers as she calls all her grandchildren. She watched him for awhile, then my sister was able to get him into the school daycare, I believe.
At this point, she could have stayed retired and just chilled, but she went back to work, again. She was supposed to be part time, but the other counselor was off after having a baby. My mom's boss a newish Principal really liked and leaned on my Mom and convinced her to work full time. My Mom liked the idea of a big ole check on top of her retirement check, so she agreed. The next year that principal was reassigned to another school, the high school, I think. My Mom then spent the last year and a half working under a principal she felt didn't like her and did not value her opinion. Although my mom has loved working with the kids, her discomfort with the adults is what made her decision that much easier.
That being said, she did leave it open to come back yet again, but it would have to be in the capacity of part time. I worry she would agree to this, yet because of always carrying more than her share, she would end up working a full time scale. But this is an argument for another time. At present, she says she feels relaxed and at ease with her decision. I had told her work if it makes you happy, don't do it if it is miserable. I am hoping they come visit more often, works perfect with the empty room in the house right now.
I told her she will need to find something to keep her socializing, my dad has those illegal casinos he can't stay out of, she needs to find her casino. She mentioned the Kiwanis club or something, so maybe she has a game plan. Shoot, maybe my sister is fixing to have another kid, she has only stayed away from work to watch babies, so far. Either way, I am happy she looks happy with her decision in the short term.
Thursday, November 16, 2017
11/17/17 A Nice Afternoon Sans Wife?
I know I am technically off every other Thursday, so this should feel normal, but for some reason or another, it seems like either I commit myself to do things or I end up working the free Thursdays, making up time. This was not one of those Thursdays, I was sure I would be home, there hasn't been any OT hardly all year, we need a new sales guy, really. But anyway, I decided after I dropped off Javalina at school, I would stop at HEB and get stuff for dinner. I absolutely hate this HEB, the one on William Cannon and First, it always feels like someone is going to ask for money, last time I got hit in my vehicle by an a-hole who cursed me out after I yelled at him as he was making his getaway.
Since I wanted simple hamburgers and even this place can handle ground beef and sausages, I went ahead and took a chance. I got some Funyons and another bag of charcoal while I was at it, in case we had used it all up. I then made my way home, before 8:30am. I showered and stuff and was in bed before 9:00am. I know the plan was to watch some youporn, but I didn't even get that far, I turned on the laptop next to the bed, fiddled with the earpieces, apparently, we all wear them wrong, they are supposed to go around the ears and drop in from the top, not with the line just dropping down. Messing around with this idea, I never got to my sweet porn, I woke an hour later in my own drool and arm hanging off the bed. I turned off laptop, peed and washed my face and went to sleep. I awoke just in time to pick up Javalina late as I have been doing the last two weeks, well since football ended.
We came home, I cut the grass, then fiddled around the garage and saw the bikes which made me call husky boy out. He does not want to take off riding, and insists he is scared of falling off. I am trying to be patient, but damn! If he could get going, we could bike to the park after school, maybe even get a workout. He is right there, we just need to mess around more often and he'll get the hang of it. It was an added touch that Boy went outside and cleaned his SUV for once. He even broke out the car vac, I was pretty impressed with his efforts.
Before I even changed back to shorts, (yes, I cut the grass, but I do wear pants now) I went and started the grill. I cooked some burgers and surprisingly, we managed to eat before 8:00pm. I keep it real simple, it was hamburgers, sausages, and chips on the side. Boy, of course, left right before we sat down to eat, his friends called and he had to go to Cabela's. Javalina, DD, and myself ate together, not quite family time, but close enough. Dirty Dog was telling me about him growing up and his parent's splitting up, which I never understood, his mom has been one of the nicest ladies I've met and just smoking hot. There wasn't another woman, he just said his dad likes living alone, not being bothered by anyone, except for immediate family.
Well my big hunk of a woman shows up tomorrow for a week, and she was already being a pain in the butt, make sure the boys vacuum, make sure the bathrooms are clean. She can't be happy that I cut the grass and was washing clothes while grilling her boys dinner? As I tell her all the time, Be nice, Vicky!!
Since I wanted simple hamburgers and even this place can handle ground beef and sausages, I went ahead and took a chance. I got some Funyons and another bag of charcoal while I was at it, in case we had used it all up. I then made my way home, before 8:30am. I showered and stuff and was in bed before 9:00am. I know the plan was to watch some youporn, but I didn't even get that far, I turned on the laptop next to the bed, fiddled with the earpieces, apparently, we all wear them wrong, they are supposed to go around the ears and drop in from the top, not with the line just dropping down. Messing around with this idea, I never got to my sweet porn, I woke an hour later in my own drool and arm hanging off the bed. I turned off laptop, peed and washed my face and went to sleep. I awoke just in time to pick up Javalina late as I have been doing the last two weeks, well since football ended.
We came home, I cut the grass, then fiddled around the garage and saw the bikes which made me call husky boy out. He does not want to take off riding, and insists he is scared of falling off. I am trying to be patient, but damn! If he could get going, we could bike to the park after school, maybe even get a workout. He is right there, we just need to mess around more often and he'll get the hang of it. It was an added touch that Boy went outside and cleaned his SUV for once. He even broke out the car vac, I was pretty impressed with his efforts.
Before I even changed back to shorts, (yes, I cut the grass, but I do wear pants now) I went and started the grill. I cooked some burgers and surprisingly, we managed to eat before 8:00pm. I keep it real simple, it was hamburgers, sausages, and chips on the side. Boy, of course, left right before we sat down to eat, his friends called and he had to go to Cabela's. Javalina, DD, and myself ate together, not quite family time, but close enough. Dirty Dog was telling me about him growing up and his parent's splitting up, which I never understood, his mom has been one of the nicest ladies I've met and just smoking hot. There wasn't another woman, he just said his dad likes living alone, not being bothered by anyone, except for immediate family.
Well my big hunk of a woman shows up tomorrow for a week, and she was already being a pain in the butt, make sure the boys vacuum, make sure the bathrooms are clean. She can't be happy that I cut the grass and was washing clothes while grilling her boys dinner? As I tell her all the time, Be nice, Vicky!!
11/16/17 Open Room, Now What?
My family has been wanting me to evict my renters so they can have bedrooms when they come to visit. I find this a tad ridiculous because my siblings on a good year come maybe twice a year. My parents do come about once a month, but they always have the bed in Javalina's room, so that is never a real issue. Javalina is part animal, as he is becoming a teenager. When he has friends over, he sleeps on his pull out beds and lets his friends have the bed, so he doesn't need his bed.
Now that Girlie is out and the room has been blessed, you would think either my sister or my brother would be following Mama up here but no. Wife invited them over this weekend, and my sister and her husband talked a good talk, then they remembered I don't go to Crystal and that is a good enough reason for them not to come up here. My brother who usually chirps and squaks like the lawyer he is, didn't even respond to the invitation. It is not really the same thing, when I go down there, I am at my Mom's, there is no going here or going there. When they come up, we go the mall, out to dinner, maybe some new playscape area for the kids, definitely a bookstore for my brother, so visiting us is merely an excuse to enjoy what the big city has.
Both siblings have always busted my ass for not visiting enough, yet neither has ever invited us to sleep in their house. I love being at my Mom's, when we go, family comes and visits and we usually BBQ some stuff, but there is only one bathroom, so you better like pooping with somebody knocking on the door, because it always happens. Then lately, my parents have been giving us their bed because I am such a huge cow, but I feel bad that they end up sleeping on smaller beds. This is why I have put King size beds in all the bedrooms, except Boy, but still, he has a Queen, which two normal people fit on easily. Wife and I trying to sleep on a full size bed is ridiculous, we are too much ham for that.
My sister already mentioned their kid has a football game on Saturday, I swear they are going to break this kid, he is in so many sports, by the time it'll matter, he'll have the knees of an old man, but whatever, he looks so cute in his uniform. Javalina just wanted to spend his birthday hanging out with his cousins, but I have a feeling that is going to be a bridge too far.
Now that Girlie is out and the room has been blessed, you would think either my sister or my brother would be following Mama up here but no. Wife invited them over this weekend, and my sister and her husband talked a good talk, then they remembered I don't go to Crystal and that is a good enough reason for them not to come up here. My brother who usually chirps and squaks like the lawyer he is, didn't even respond to the invitation. It is not really the same thing, when I go down there, I am at my Mom's, there is no going here or going there. When they come up, we go the mall, out to dinner, maybe some new playscape area for the kids, definitely a bookstore for my brother, so visiting us is merely an excuse to enjoy what the big city has.
Both siblings have always busted my ass for not visiting enough, yet neither has ever invited us to sleep in their house. I love being at my Mom's, when we go, family comes and visits and we usually BBQ some stuff, but there is only one bathroom, so you better like pooping with somebody knocking on the door, because it always happens. Then lately, my parents have been giving us their bed because I am such a huge cow, but I feel bad that they end up sleeping on smaller beds. This is why I have put King size beds in all the bedrooms, except Boy, but still, he has a Queen, which two normal people fit on easily. Wife and I trying to sleep on a full size bed is ridiculous, we are too much ham for that.
My sister already mentioned their kid has a football game on Saturday, I swear they are going to break this kid, he is in so many sports, by the time it'll matter, he'll have the knees of an old man, but whatever, he looks so cute in his uniform. Javalina just wanted to spend his birthday hanging out with his cousins, but I have a feeling that is going to be a bridge too far.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
11/15/17 Who Grabbed My Butt?
If we were consistent, I might give a crap, but, as usual, in this new world we have accepted, if an old republican grabs your butt well..... "he was just playing around". That is pretty much George H. Bush's excuse as he has been accused by more and more females, some of who were as young as 16. I'm with the president, if they look old enough, dammit, let them be legal! Remember, this old fuck was selling himself as coming from the party of family values way back when. They were always better than us perverted Democrats. How? Men in power all want the same thing, young ass. Cringe, call me disgusting, when most of these men in power get busted, it is usually for having a little fun on the side. This clown in Alabama, Moore, trying to come across as some rowdy cowboy couldn't even deny his wrongdoings if you heard his interviews with the right's mouthpiece over on Fox. Damn, did he sound guilty. BTW, 4-5 women have come with charges that he had dated them/been inappropriate with them. It's one thing if it is 1 girl, but once you have a basketball team, give it up. Why does Fox defend him, because he is a Republican? That is a shitty reason. Nobody is waiting to see if Weinstein is guilty, or Spacey, or Affleck. Any celebrity, we just say yeah, sounds about right. But if it's a conservative? Let's not rush to judgement good people. What a crock of shit!
Why is everyone crying about this now? All those celebrity females that bounced up on Weinstein did so willingly. There was a point where they had a decision, go home and work at the Dairy Queen or suck a little cock and make more money than you'll know what to do with for essentially playing make believe. And please! Anything real dangerous gets done by stunt people once you've gotten past the gate creepers with the wangs in their hands. You want a real job where people respect you? Work as a teacher where any day some kid might bring a gun to school, or some other nut job might bring a gun to school, so you can watch somebody else's kid for shitty pay. Every job sucks in one way or another, it's what you focus on, I worked in a warehouse driving a forklift and was threatened by an ex convict that he was going to kill me because I told him to do his job. Where's CNN to report on that? I replaced roofs with my uncle for three summers and every day I was scared of falling off, guess what, you keep going.... "But I had to suck a fat man's penis and now I'm worth millions!!!!" waah! Seriously, y'all whiners suck. Why didn't you whine then and there? Before your life changed? That would have been respectful.
The kids groped by those politicians at least the moms probably foolishly told them to shut up, them I feel bad for. Celebrity on celebrity sex activity? Boo, unless you filmed it. I'll be the judge of how bad your life is, but take a seat on my couch first.
Why is everyone crying about this now? All those celebrity females that bounced up on Weinstein did so willingly. There was a point where they had a decision, go home and work at the Dairy Queen or suck a little cock and make more money than you'll know what to do with for essentially playing make believe. And please! Anything real dangerous gets done by stunt people once you've gotten past the gate creepers with the wangs in their hands. You want a real job where people respect you? Work as a teacher where any day some kid might bring a gun to school, or some other nut job might bring a gun to school, so you can watch somebody else's kid for shitty pay. Every job sucks in one way or another, it's what you focus on, I worked in a warehouse driving a forklift and was threatened by an ex convict that he was going to kill me because I told him to do his job. Where's CNN to report on that? I replaced roofs with my uncle for three summers and every day I was scared of falling off, guess what, you keep going.... "But I had to suck a fat man's penis and now I'm worth millions!!!!" waah! Seriously, y'all whiners suck. Why didn't you whine then and there? Before your life changed? That would have been respectful.
The kids groped by those politicians at least the moms probably foolishly told them to shut up, them I feel bad for. Celebrity on celebrity sex activity? Boo, unless you filmed it. I'll be the judge of how bad your life is, but take a seat on my couch first.
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
11/14/17 Handy Man To The Rescue?
I guess this weekend was the one I chose to take care of all my chores. I got up super early to take Wife's car to Discount Tire to fix a flat, then when I got back I decided it was time to attack the shower in our bathroom. I noticed over the last few months we were getting less and less water flow, never mind that the heat was barely there. The boys have complained that there is weak pressure in the 2nd bath upstairs, but compared to ours, the 2nd bath shower could rip your skin off compared to our shower which this weekend felt like an old man dribbling on you, I mean barely any flow.
I looked at some you tube videos and was skeptical on some of their fixes. One guy suggested blowing pressurized air through the pipes to remove stuff attached to the pipes. I went to Lowe's and asked the older guy working in the plumbing section and he was hemming and hawing, saying it sounded like a difficult problem. At this point, as if on cue, a "master" plumber as he called himself about 7 times in a two minute conversation, he explained how badly his parents pipes were that he had to replace the whole houses pipes. I said "shit, that sounds expensive, I'm not ready to have a master plumber take over. I want to see if I can figure it out." I don't know if they hire these guys to hang around, but he disappeared as quickly as I said "no, thanks."
I was at Lowe's because I already had the idea of changing the water splitter that feeds the shower head. I knew it was a Delta head and a 1400 series, but of course, there were two 1400 series to choose from. It would require me to remove the original and bring it back to the store. I decided to go for it, but the reality was quite challenging. Everything seemed frozen and stuck, nothing was coming loose and I was leaning my 400 pounds into it. We all start out listening to directions but when pushed to a corner, we go animal style. I grabbed some pliers and started pulling and pinching aggressively, finally some of the plastic material broke and I was able to pull the whole thing out. I could not believe how much calcium had grown all around the part. I poked at it with a screwdriver and little chunks and pieces started breaking off. Either I did not clean the calcium enough out or the new part I bought was defective, but after installing it, I was pretty proud of myself, except that after I showered, I noticed it was now leaking at a pretty good drip drip drip rate. I decided to take it out and reinstall it, as it had been very hard to push in. Every time I took it off, I broke up more of the calcium (I say calcium because it is white and looks like chalky stone, like limestone). I tried maybe four times Saturday but eventually I gave up.
After Wife left Sunday, we ate and went to Target, so I really wanted a nap, but I knew if I didn't attempt to finish this, it would sit all week, so I went and got another water splitter thing, thinking maybe the first one was defective, and maybe because on the first install, it worked. It feels pretty good to figure out a problem that seems like a big deal, but actually becomes very easy when you think about it and break it down. I might have believed the "master" plumber about having whole house issues, but all the other water sources are pretty strong.
I looked at some you tube videos and was skeptical on some of their fixes. One guy suggested blowing pressurized air through the pipes to remove stuff attached to the pipes. I went to Lowe's and asked the older guy working in the plumbing section and he was hemming and hawing, saying it sounded like a difficult problem. At this point, as if on cue, a "master" plumber as he called himself about 7 times in a two minute conversation, he explained how badly his parents pipes were that he had to replace the whole houses pipes. I said "shit, that sounds expensive, I'm not ready to have a master plumber take over. I want to see if I can figure it out." I don't know if they hire these guys to hang around, but he disappeared as quickly as I said "no, thanks."
I was at Lowe's because I already had the idea of changing the water splitter that feeds the shower head. I knew it was a Delta head and a 1400 series, but of course, there were two 1400 series to choose from. It would require me to remove the original and bring it back to the store. I decided to go for it, but the reality was quite challenging. Everything seemed frozen and stuck, nothing was coming loose and I was leaning my 400 pounds into it. We all start out listening to directions but when pushed to a corner, we go animal style. I grabbed some pliers and started pulling and pinching aggressively, finally some of the plastic material broke and I was able to pull the whole thing out. I could not believe how much calcium had grown all around the part. I poked at it with a screwdriver and little chunks and pieces started breaking off. Either I did not clean the calcium enough out or the new part I bought was defective, but after installing it, I was pretty proud of myself, except that after I showered, I noticed it was now leaking at a pretty good drip drip drip rate. I decided to take it out and reinstall it, as it had been very hard to push in. Every time I took it off, I broke up more of the calcium (I say calcium because it is white and looks like chalky stone, like limestone). I tried maybe four times Saturday but eventually I gave up.
After Wife left Sunday, we ate and went to Target, so I really wanted a nap, but I knew if I didn't attempt to finish this, it would sit all week, so I went and got another water splitter thing, thinking maybe the first one was defective, and maybe because on the first install, it worked. It feels pretty good to figure out a problem that seems like a big deal, but actually becomes very easy when you think about it and break it down. I might have believed the "master" plumber about having whole house issues, but all the other water sources are pretty strong.
Monday, November 13, 2017
11/13/17 Thor: Ragnarok? (Movie)
This movie works because it realizes it is ridiculous in its grandeur but goes along with it anyway. The movie starts with Thor locked up explaining to what looks like breaking the 4th wall and talking to us about his recent conquests with the Avengers, but then the camera pans in to him talking to a skeleton locked in the cage with him. Thor has gotten himself locked in to get close to Surtur, a demon who is supposed to be involved in Ragnarok, the destruction of Asgard, Thor's planet. Once he gets the info, he cues for his hammer and the audio kicks into some perfect Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song. Thor single handedly destroys the hell pit and even Surtur who seems to stand about 30-40ft tall.
Upon getting back to Asgard, he finds Loki still alive and busy. Loki has placed his father, comically, in a nursing home on earth, while he pretends to be him and honoring his dead son, Loki. Thor sees right through this and demands to see his father. They go to Earth, and are quickly picked up by Dr. Strange, in a side sequence. Dr. Strange is not happy to see Loki on Earth, last time he was trying to take over the planet. He points them in the direction of the father and prompts Thor to get Loki off the planet, fast.
They meet with their father and he explains he is dying but he feels his daughter is on her way to put her claim on the throne. Thor did not know about having a sister, but she shows up on cue. She gets her strength from Asgard and for the moment they are fine on Earth, but Loki cowardly calls to go home to get away from her, thus giving her a quick ride home. Loki and Thor both get kicked out of the time bridge teleporter thing and they end up on the edge of the galaxy where Jeff Goldblum is Grandmaster. Jeff Goldblum can wear any disguise, he is always Jeff Goldblum. This is where we meet the last Valkyrie, she is a scavenger and very good at that. Thor recognizes her tattoos as a Valkyrie and implores her to come and help him save their planet. She explains that she already did battle with Hela, which she was the lone survivor. She stays on the sidelines until she can't and then they set to get out of Grandmaster's world and back to the rest of the galaxy.
They get back to Asgard just in time to see Hela completely in charge. She is wanting the sword that unlocks the portal thing so she can go out and start causing mayhem all over the world. Heimdall, the blind seer has taken it and is preventing Hela from leaving Asgard. Between Thor, Hulk, and Valkyrie, they form a potent army to fight off Hela and her undead army. Although, Thor has been having nightmares about Surtur being released on his planet, he realizes he can fight the sister for the planet and possibly defeat her.
The Marvel Heroes have been great because they are funny. There are plenty of opportunities, such as casting Goldblum as a Grandmaster of a planet to allow for some comedy and they do not waste it. Tessa Thompson is a new-ish actress and I found attractive and all that, but I am still unsure if she fits the bill as a Valkyrie, which until now, we were all expecting them to be like Vikings, pasty white, super tall, green eyed, Xena warrior types. Tessa has the right attitude and even the free flowing hair in the sequence where they go back in time to see all the Valkyrie's fighting Hela, but she is not a Nordic type of gal. I guess we are going into a new generation, I am used to my heroines to be scantily clad, but Valkyrie's uniform looked like it was made of terry cloth and comfy.
Upon getting back to Asgard, he finds Loki still alive and busy. Loki has placed his father, comically, in a nursing home on earth, while he pretends to be him and honoring his dead son, Loki. Thor sees right through this and demands to see his father. They go to Earth, and are quickly picked up by Dr. Strange, in a side sequence. Dr. Strange is not happy to see Loki on Earth, last time he was trying to take over the planet. He points them in the direction of the father and prompts Thor to get Loki off the planet, fast.
They meet with their father and he explains he is dying but he feels his daughter is on her way to put her claim on the throne. Thor did not know about having a sister, but she shows up on cue. She gets her strength from Asgard and for the moment they are fine on Earth, but Loki cowardly calls to go home to get away from her, thus giving her a quick ride home. Loki and Thor both get kicked out of the time bridge teleporter thing and they end up on the edge of the galaxy where Jeff Goldblum is Grandmaster. Jeff Goldblum can wear any disguise, he is always Jeff Goldblum. This is where we meet the last Valkyrie, she is a scavenger and very good at that. Thor recognizes her tattoos as a Valkyrie and implores her to come and help him save their planet. She explains that she already did battle with Hela, which she was the lone survivor. She stays on the sidelines until she can't and then they set to get out of Grandmaster's world and back to the rest of the galaxy.
They get back to Asgard just in time to see Hela completely in charge. She is wanting the sword that unlocks the portal thing so she can go out and start causing mayhem all over the world. Heimdall, the blind seer has taken it and is preventing Hela from leaving Asgard. Between Thor, Hulk, and Valkyrie, they form a potent army to fight off Hela and her undead army. Although, Thor has been having nightmares about Surtur being released on his planet, he realizes he can fight the sister for the planet and possibly defeat her.
The Marvel Heroes have been great because they are funny. There are plenty of opportunities, such as casting Goldblum as a Grandmaster of a planet to allow for some comedy and they do not waste it. Tessa Thompson is a new-ish actress and I found attractive and all that, but I am still unsure if she fits the bill as a Valkyrie, which until now, we were all expecting them to be like Vikings, pasty white, super tall, green eyed, Xena warrior types. Tessa has the right attitude and even the free flowing hair in the sequence where they go back in time to see all the Valkyrie's fighting Hela, but she is not a Nordic type of gal. I guess we are going into a new generation, I am used to my heroines to be scantily clad, but Valkyrie's uniform looked like it was made of terry cloth and comfy.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
11/12/17 Removing A Screw?
For the last couple months Wife said she had been losing air in one of her tires. I was unsure if it was just the change in weather or if the sensor was going bad. A couple weeks ago she had one of the bus technicians from her school fill her tires with air, and they overfilled all of them. The only good thing from this is I was able to tell which was the bad tire because all other three were still reading 45psi. According to the car, those little tires should only be filled to 33psi, so as it was, they were way overfilled. This was last week, I reduced them down to 40psi so that it would be a gradual lowering back to normal, around 33psi. She left Sunday afternoon to Crystal City, and then went to McAllen for a conference all week in a school vehicle.
When she got back Friday night, after 6:00pm, the school was of course abandoned and there was that shitty distress signal of low tire, again. I told her to look for a gas station but I know stuff is few and far between La Pryor and San Antonio. Nevertheless, she was a woman on a mission, she bought me pan dulce and dammit, she was going to deliver it. She told a couple of her coworkers that if she didn't text them in an hour to come look for her on some isolated highway she rides on to get to the freeway.
We had radio silence for awhile, but she made it to the land of the living and eventually she got to Austin, right before 10:00pm, if I remember well. I decided that if I got up early, I would take the car in and quit with this crap of wondering when the car would fail her. Discount Tire is the only place I have been going to take care of any tire issues, so I waited until they opened at 8:00am. I woke up at like 6:30am and said alright, do it for the Wifey. I went downstairs, made some coffee and ate some more pan dulce which she had gotten for me.
I left the house at 7:50am and was there by 8:00am. I was surprised to see a small crowd there already, but then I was more surprised with the guys and their work ethic. I mean they were literally running from one car to the next, how much more than that telling you those boys care? We got lucky in that the problem was a nail and a small screw. One of them had not punctured all the way through but the other had done enough to get our attention. Because we do all our tire work here, I think, they do the repairs for free. Maybe they do it for everybody, I don't know. Of course, we had to discuss the idea of new tires. The ones on the car have about 40,000 miles, which is getting close to needing new ones, but I want to wait until the Spring if we can make it until then.
This was one of those things that is a real pain in the ass to deal with, but then the solution ends up being pretty easy and even free. It makes it harder that Wife is only here Saturdays to take care of stuff like this. She has had a cracked windshield, but she hesitates to fix it because it could easily happen again.
When she got back Friday night, after 6:00pm, the school was of course abandoned and there was that shitty distress signal of low tire, again. I told her to look for a gas station but I know stuff is few and far between La Pryor and San Antonio. Nevertheless, she was a woman on a mission, she bought me pan dulce and dammit, she was going to deliver it. She told a couple of her coworkers that if she didn't text them in an hour to come look for her on some isolated highway she rides on to get to the freeway.
We had radio silence for awhile, but she made it to the land of the living and eventually she got to Austin, right before 10:00pm, if I remember well. I decided that if I got up early, I would take the car in and quit with this crap of wondering when the car would fail her. Discount Tire is the only place I have been going to take care of any tire issues, so I waited until they opened at 8:00am. I woke up at like 6:30am and said alright, do it for the Wifey. I went downstairs, made some coffee and ate some more pan dulce which she had gotten for me.
I left the house at 7:50am and was there by 8:00am. I was surprised to see a small crowd there already, but then I was more surprised with the guys and their work ethic. I mean they were literally running from one car to the next, how much more than that telling you those boys care? We got lucky in that the problem was a nail and a small screw. One of them had not punctured all the way through but the other had done enough to get our attention. Because we do all our tire work here, I think, they do the repairs for free. Maybe they do it for everybody, I don't know. Of course, we had to discuss the idea of new tires. The ones on the car have about 40,000 miles, which is getting close to needing new ones, but I want to wait until the Spring if we can make it until then.
This was one of those things that is a real pain in the ass to deal with, but then the solution ends up being pretty easy and even free. It makes it harder that Wife is only here Saturdays to take care of stuff like this. She has had a cracked windshield, but she hesitates to fix it because it could easily happen again.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
11/11/17 GLOW? (Netflix Series)
I'm starting to feel like a hack, but these shows have all been very entertaining. I had started watching GLOW a few months ago, but stopped because the episodes were longer, almost like they were made for an hour long episode, but not quite. Anyways, it popped up and I remembered I had about three or four more episodes to watch before I called it complete, so I watched all remaining episodes in the last two days.
The best part for me was watching Alison Brie who was in Community on NBC a couple years ago. Well, the best part was watching her boobs bouncing around in the first episode where she climbs on top of her best friend's husband for no good reason. This sets off a chain reaction in which her best friend finds out and then by happenstance, they end up working together on the wrestling pilot. The whole first season goes from taking a group of inexperienced girls and turning them into a real group of wrestlers. We see them learning each week, then the highs and lows of getting something new off the ground. The director is experienced but is only doing the wrestling show to get financing for his dream project of some time traveling show.
The girls all fit into stereotypes, such as Alison becomes a Soviet with a bad Russian accent, the Vietnamese is the sneaky Asian with the ninja swords, a big black lady gets termed the welfare mama. Some of these monikers are insulting, but they are meant in good clean fun to create a backstory to each character, and some have to be the bad guys.
In shows like these, there is always drama, and with this one, the director eventually finds out something he was not expecting from an overly eager fangirl who is one of the wrestlers. The producer, who is a real fan of all things related to wrestling, is cut off from his family's money, so he has to get creative to finance the last part and get them the ring and venue. Everything pretty much comes together for the final episode. All the girls get a turn wrestling and showing their moves on the final episode, of which they have gotten so much better from the first day.
Wrestling might be what brings them together, but they are doing so much more. We can see Wolf girl feel a sense of family when the girls insist on celebrating her birthday, making her feel like she belongs with them. Machu Pichu is actually a daughter of a real champion wrestler and for all her knowledge of wrestling, lacks the courage to go out on stage in front of an audience which the girls talk her into getting past her fears. Once the group is formed, even though they have to fight each other in the ring, they become a very supportive group for each other, it was a fun show.
The best part for me was watching Alison Brie who was in Community on NBC a couple years ago. Well, the best part was watching her boobs bouncing around in the first episode where she climbs on top of her best friend's husband for no good reason. This sets off a chain reaction in which her best friend finds out and then by happenstance, they end up working together on the wrestling pilot. The whole first season goes from taking a group of inexperienced girls and turning them into a real group of wrestlers. We see them learning each week, then the highs and lows of getting something new off the ground. The director is experienced but is only doing the wrestling show to get financing for his dream project of some time traveling show.
The girls all fit into stereotypes, such as Alison becomes a Soviet with a bad Russian accent, the Vietnamese is the sneaky Asian with the ninja swords, a big black lady gets termed the welfare mama. Some of these monikers are insulting, but they are meant in good clean fun to create a backstory to each character, and some have to be the bad guys.
In shows like these, there is always drama, and with this one, the director eventually finds out something he was not expecting from an overly eager fangirl who is one of the wrestlers. The producer, who is a real fan of all things related to wrestling, is cut off from his family's money, so he has to get creative to finance the last part and get them the ring and venue. Everything pretty much comes together for the final episode. All the girls get a turn wrestling and showing their moves on the final episode, of which they have gotten so much better from the first day.
Wrestling might be what brings them together, but they are doing so much more. We can see Wolf girl feel a sense of family when the girls insist on celebrating her birthday, making her feel like she belongs with them. Machu Pichu is actually a daughter of a real champion wrestler and for all her knowledge of wrestling, lacks the courage to go out on stage in front of an audience which the girls talk her into getting past her fears. Once the group is formed, even though they have to fight each other in the ring, they become a very supportive group for each other, it was a fun show.
Friday, November 10, 2017
11/10/17 Easy? (Netflix Series)
I am loving Netflix again, as I said, I had been off of it for awhile, but there seems to be so much new programming. I love that they don't care about keeping things PG, for the fucking kids. If people are humping, you will probably see a nipple or two. Easy is the kind of series they are good at doing. It follows a group of Chicago friends through their challenges of love and life. I really liked the second episode where the babysitter from the first episode is followed, she is probably 20, cute, and experimental. She hooks up with another girl and they get together, in the morning when they are discussing their daily activities, she finds that the other girl is a vegan and she mentions that she has always been on the verge of changing, and then packs on another little white lie that she loves biking while not even owning a bike. The episode ends with her realizing she can't just change for the person and the other girl never wanted her to change just for her.
Utopia, the sixth or so episode has Orlando Bloom, Malin Akerman, and Kate Micucci, which seem like bigger stars for this, but I guess in this new generation, actors act wherever they can and/or want to. I have always enjoyed Micucci and her little banjo since I saw her on Scrubs. It was nice to see her play an interested third party to a married couple and then have them get together and naked for an extended amount of time, thanks to the distractions of life.
Brewery Brothers was another good one with Aya Cash playing a very reserved pregnant wife, where she usually plays an out of control drunk, druggie, girlfriend in You're The Worst. Her brother in Law is played by Dave Franco, who has done plenty of movies. They have a pretty good story of having to grow up, and luckily being able to be doing what you love in the process with the ones you love. Young brother Dave wants to be rebellious to his older brother who plays life much more reserved, but in the end, he too is forced to grow up by an oncoming addition to his life.
Most of these stories were interesting and seemed to pass by very rapidly. I noticed on IMDB that the second season is already slated for December of this year, so the new season is less than a month away. On the one hand, it is awesome that one can digest these shows so quickly, but on the other, I enjoy them so much, I wish they were longer. Between this and Orange Is The New Black, Love, Master of None, and even stuff like Glow. Not to mention serious stuff like Mindhunter and Netflix deserves more awards for their programming than the big networks which seem like antiquated dinosaurs still working with a laugh track and in a studio audience room, like it's the 1950's.
Utopia, the sixth or so episode has Orlando Bloom, Malin Akerman, and Kate Micucci, which seem like bigger stars for this, but I guess in this new generation, actors act wherever they can and/or want to. I have always enjoyed Micucci and her little banjo since I saw her on Scrubs. It was nice to see her play an interested third party to a married couple and then have them get together and naked for an extended amount of time, thanks to the distractions of life.
Brewery Brothers was another good one with Aya Cash playing a very reserved pregnant wife, where she usually plays an out of control drunk, druggie, girlfriend in You're The Worst. Her brother in Law is played by Dave Franco, who has done plenty of movies. They have a pretty good story of having to grow up, and luckily being able to be doing what you love in the process with the ones you love. Young brother Dave wants to be rebellious to his older brother who plays life much more reserved, but in the end, he too is forced to grow up by an oncoming addition to his life.
Most of these stories were interesting and seemed to pass by very rapidly. I noticed on IMDB that the second season is already slated for December of this year, so the new season is less than a month away. On the one hand, it is awesome that one can digest these shows so quickly, but on the other, I enjoy them so much, I wish they were longer. Between this and Orange Is The New Black, Love, Master of None, and even stuff like Glow. Not to mention serious stuff like Mindhunter and Netflix deserves more awards for their programming than the big networks which seem like antiquated dinosaurs still working with a laugh track and in a studio audience room, like it's the 1950's.
Thursday, November 9, 2017
11/9/17 Now Is The Only Place We Exist?
I have Tumbler on my phone for no other reason than girls show themselves fully nude on there and nobody seems to be crying about it. While looking through there, I also found somebody or groups of somebodies posting quotes, some lame, but some thought provoking. Recently, I read one of those that stopped me in my tracks and made me sit back and think for a minute. The idea of tomorrow is just an abstract, it doesn't really exist. The same thing then happens with yesterday. It is something we can talk about having experienced it, but we can't go back to yesterday and repeat the actions, except in thoughts and dreams.
We can hope tomorrow shows up and meets our sometimes delusional expectations, but nothing is a given. While we are at it, an abstract is existing in thought or as an idea, but not having a physical or concrete existence. Another way to look at tomorrow is the thing that happens in 24 hours. We don't even have complete control of later on, which could be a couple minutes to a couple hours away. The only time we can be sure about is now. Now is where the real magic of life happens. Now is when miracles can happen, where we win or we lose whether we gave it 100% or not.
When I pick up Javelina (he doesn't care for Chubs anymore), the best question I can ask him is "How was your day?" Because we are all individuals, at some point, we all have to trek through part of the day independently. We hope the teachers are there to guide and that the students are becoming ever more aware to make correct decisions in line with what their parents would do, but because we all have separate moments of "now", we have to just go forward and be in the moment. Most of the time, luckily, "how was your day?" is met with a "good", indicating nothing traumatic happened. If he was confused by something, then it becomes a teachable moment.
Weekends are supposed to be special because it is when we can spend quality "now" time together. Some people still waste it, choosing to disappear to things that entertain them, nevermind the kids, but we all make our own decisions. Since my overtime has become non-existent, I try to be around for my boys all the time.
If I can say anything to this, don't get in a state of constant planning for the future, remember to live now. Mistakes sometimes happen, don't delve to the past trying to reenact it too much and wish what might have been. While you are doing that, more Now is slipping through your finite timeframe. Live. Now!
We can hope tomorrow shows up and meets our sometimes delusional expectations, but nothing is a given. While we are at it, an abstract is existing in thought or as an idea, but not having a physical or concrete existence. Another way to look at tomorrow is the thing that happens in 24 hours. We don't even have complete control of later on, which could be a couple minutes to a couple hours away. The only time we can be sure about is now. Now is where the real magic of life happens. Now is when miracles can happen, where we win or we lose whether we gave it 100% or not.
When I pick up Javelina (he doesn't care for Chubs anymore), the best question I can ask him is "How was your day?" Because we are all individuals, at some point, we all have to trek through part of the day independently. We hope the teachers are there to guide and that the students are becoming ever more aware to make correct decisions in line with what their parents would do, but because we all have separate moments of "now", we have to just go forward and be in the moment. Most of the time, luckily, "how was your day?" is met with a "good", indicating nothing traumatic happened. If he was confused by something, then it becomes a teachable moment.
Weekends are supposed to be special because it is when we can spend quality "now" time together. Some people still waste it, choosing to disappear to things that entertain them, nevermind the kids, but we all make our own decisions. Since my overtime has become non-existent, I try to be around for my boys all the time.
If I can say anything to this, don't get in a state of constant planning for the future, remember to live now. Mistakes sometimes happen, don't delve to the past trying to reenact it too much and wish what might have been. While you are doing that, more Now is slipping through your finite timeframe. Live. Now!
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
11/8/17 Mindhunter? (Netflix Series)
I just finished watching this new series on Netflix, and it was pretty intense. It is set in the 70's, which is cool because you see all these old cars I almost remember from back then running around in the background. The story is set around Holden, the young FBI agent who is sent back to Quanico to train new recruits in hostage negotiations before falling into a partnership with Bill, an older agent. Together, they travel the country teaching different police groups things the FBI is up on. While traveling and discussing cases, Holden gets the idea that to think like a crazy murderer, they must learn from the crazy murderers. At first they are doing it on the down low, their boss is unaware of what they are doing, but pretty soon, they are called in and they have to explain themselves.
They come clean to a boss who seems stuck in the 1950's. These guys don't even like the idea of cursing, let alone the idea of having conversations with known killers. He allows it though after some very careful pleading, but they are to work out of the basement. Before long, they are joined by an outside lady who I believe is a professor in psychology, and then eventually a third FBI agent.
The best parts of the show is when they are talking to the serial killers. The first one is all talkative, even friendly and disarming. The second is a polar opposite, lies about everything, is hard to talk to, moody even. The third or fourth guy is just plain nuts, but that makes it more interesting. They are finding that even with their limited brand new knowledge, they can find and apprehend other new serial killers much quicker than before.
The intense nature of this job is eating at the guys and by the tenth episode, they have a falling out. The new guy is a goody goody not cut out for this type of work, the lady is hiding the fact that she is a lesbian, which I guess was a bigger deal back then. The older agent is almost repulsed constantly by the work that he does, but Holden is into it. He goes in pushing buttons and pissing people off, some allies, some foes.
I almost keep expecting the killers to get free and go after these guys, like in any stupid movie, but in reality that would be hard to happen, although the first killer manages to get himself to a hospital by attempting suicide. This sets up the final scene which is very intense and involves Holden visiting him after pissing off everyone in his small world. I cannot wait for season 2 to come back.
They come clean to a boss who seems stuck in the 1950's. These guys don't even like the idea of cursing, let alone the idea of having conversations with known killers. He allows it though after some very careful pleading, but they are to work out of the basement. Before long, they are joined by an outside lady who I believe is a professor in psychology, and then eventually a third FBI agent.
The best parts of the show is when they are talking to the serial killers. The first one is all talkative, even friendly and disarming. The second is a polar opposite, lies about everything, is hard to talk to, moody even. The third or fourth guy is just plain nuts, but that makes it more interesting. They are finding that even with their limited brand new knowledge, they can find and apprehend other new serial killers much quicker than before.
The intense nature of this job is eating at the guys and by the tenth episode, they have a falling out. The new guy is a goody goody not cut out for this type of work, the lady is hiding the fact that she is a lesbian, which I guess was a bigger deal back then. The older agent is almost repulsed constantly by the work that he does, but Holden is into it. He goes in pushing buttons and pissing people off, some allies, some foes.
I almost keep expecting the killers to get free and go after these guys, like in any stupid movie, but in reality that would be hard to happen, although the first killer manages to get himself to a hospital by attempting suicide. This sets up the final scene which is very intense and involves Holden visiting him after pissing off everyone in his small world. I cannot wait for season 2 to come back.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
11/7/17 Stop Looking For Trouble, Idiots?
There seems to be tragedy every day in the news, I hardly read it or look at it anymore. I was looking for an update on the latest cold front showing up tomorrow and I ran upon the shooting at that church outside San Antonio. Seems like everything is designed to take us out right now. Being that things are this way, why the F**k would smart people still venture out to third world countries to go exploring? I saw a story just opening my laptop trying to get to youtube that stopped me in my tracks about a kid just graduated from college, decided to take a year off before going to medical school and going off to go backpacking through Peru. Sorry, but Idiot is the only thing I can think to call him. It is bordered by Colombia and Brazil. Brazil is very quietly a shithole and fuck, we are all scared of Colombia and its exports.
I know this was his dream, to go exploring, but fuck he's not Christopher Robin playing in his own 100 acre woods with Pooh Bear. He went to a dangerous area and sounds like he paid the highest price. I would love to go to Mexico, go f**k some whoores, have some stories to tell, maybe take Boy and make him a man, but I have half a brain that tells me "Uhh, that is a dangerous place, you might die from disease or from a stabbing." I would love to see the pyramids in Egypt, back in the 70's and 80's, middle eastern people were portrayed as loud but goofy and alright. They might be, but I also know that part of the world don't care for 'Mericans, Fuck Yeah! Why go put myself in harms way, to look at some sand structures. I'll build a sand castle on the beach and get over it.
If the kid wanted to go camping in the woods, we have national forests here aplenty. That mindset that we have inhabited all of America is just wrong. You can still get lost in huge areas from New Mexico all the way up to Montana, go in those mountains and really all the way to the west coast, it's pretty desolate.
I feel a little bad for the mom, she's left with hardly any clues, no body, nothing. It is feared that he could have simply fallen off a trail, if so, he could be alive, but he won't be found, this isn't the movies. This just sounds stupid all around. If he had gone with a group, then maybe, but still, I would be inclined to say no.
I also don't get this whole taking a year off from studying. I went to college, it is a bunch of BS, every time I hear a kid needs a year off. You go to school for 17 weeks and then you get a month off, then another 17 weeks and it's summer break where you can be off for three months. Wait until you start working in the real world, where you're lucky if you get a month off. Of course, you can't take it all at once, in case you get sick, you must always save some time. Such a waste of a person that could have helped people, if he was going to medical school, as the story says. The story only mentioned the mother, maybe having a father around would have changed the outcome. "Dad, I'm going to find myself in Peru." "Fuck that, Son. Get a job if you're going to be unemployed for a year, I'm not supporting your freeloader ass anymore."
I know this was his dream, to go exploring, but fuck he's not Christopher Robin playing in his own 100 acre woods with Pooh Bear. He went to a dangerous area and sounds like he paid the highest price. I would love to go to Mexico, go f**k some whoores, have some stories to tell, maybe take Boy and make him a man, but I have half a brain that tells me "Uhh, that is a dangerous place, you might die from disease or from a stabbing." I would love to see the pyramids in Egypt, back in the 70's and 80's, middle eastern people were portrayed as loud but goofy and alright. They might be, but I also know that part of the world don't care for 'Mericans, Fuck Yeah! Why go put myself in harms way, to look at some sand structures. I'll build a sand castle on the beach and get over it.
If the kid wanted to go camping in the woods, we have national forests here aplenty. That mindset that we have inhabited all of America is just wrong. You can still get lost in huge areas from New Mexico all the way up to Montana, go in those mountains and really all the way to the west coast, it's pretty desolate.
I feel a little bad for the mom, she's left with hardly any clues, no body, nothing. It is feared that he could have simply fallen off a trail, if so, he could be alive, but he won't be found, this isn't the movies. This just sounds stupid all around. If he had gone with a group, then maybe, but still, I would be inclined to say no.
I also don't get this whole taking a year off from studying. I went to college, it is a bunch of BS, every time I hear a kid needs a year off. You go to school for 17 weeks and then you get a month off, then another 17 weeks and it's summer break where you can be off for three months. Wait until you start working in the real world, where you're lucky if you get a month off. Of course, you can't take it all at once, in case you get sick, you must always save some time. Such a waste of a person that could have helped people, if he was going to medical school, as the story says. The story only mentioned the mother, maybe having a father around would have changed the outcome. "Dad, I'm going to find myself in Peru." "Fuck that, Son. Get a job if you're going to be unemployed for a year, I'm not supporting your freeloader ass anymore."
Sunday, November 5, 2017
11/6/17 Maybe The Lamest Weekend This Year?
I guess I never officially mentioned the outcome but Wife got tired of me mentioning it. FYI, for those that care, she did not take the job with TEA. It would have meant too much of a pay cut for our budget. I wanted it to work and I told her we would figure out a way, but it would have been almost impossible to keep up with our current bills. Girlie leaving with her rent money did not make things any easier. I really felt Wife likes the people and like we both agreed, not being together during the week usually makes the weekends that much better.
This weekend was not a great one. We didn't have much planned. and Wife got caught in a meeting, so she did not get here Friday until almost 9:00pm. We managed to go get some Popeye's Chicken and watched some television until we fell asleep. I thought Saturday would be better, but not really. I wanted to sit and watch the Longhorns, to see how much they have improved, so during the day we went and got fajitas, sausage and stuff from Sam's. I sat about an hour before the game started in front of our big screen and promptly fell asleep. I woke later and the game was already at halftime. Wife cooked the food inside which was good, but fajitas should really always be grilled. I was just being lazy. I sat and watched the end of the game, frustrated at the anemic efforts to move the ball on the offensive side.
After this, we putzed around, took some Halloween decorations down, then went to our room to watch a couple shows that Wife records during the week. As much trouble as I have staying awake during the day, I was up until 6:00am. I forced myself to go to sleep, but still woke up around 11:30am to drink some coffee and eat some of this giant cinnamon roll the size of a cake Boy and his friend bought but foolishly left behind.
Wife eventually came down and made breakfast which made me sleepy again. She came up after we got into a small argument over her not reading cues. It was nothing really, but I followed her upstairs, laid down and slept for what felt like two hours. Wife watched a couple shows while I slept, but eventually it was time for her to go. We went outside, did the whole goodbye thing, but ten minutes later she was back. She had a low tire problem, which I think she's had a tire leaking for some time. I filled all the tires to 40psi, and she left. She made it to my folks in record slow time. There was a need to stop in Lytle to get some food for some reason, either way, she got to Crystal around 7:30pm.
I did my usual Sunday routine, washed any clothes that have gathered since Friday night, went to Target to get some food, I know not the best place, but it is the closest. I then cooked Sloppy Joe's which turned out alright, if I do say so myself. My awesome boys then let me wash the dishes to round out the evening. Just looking forward to the week of Thanksgiving at the end of the month.
This weekend was not a great one. We didn't have much planned. and Wife got caught in a meeting, so she did not get here Friday until almost 9:00pm. We managed to go get some Popeye's Chicken and watched some television until we fell asleep. I thought Saturday would be better, but not really. I wanted to sit and watch the Longhorns, to see how much they have improved, so during the day we went and got fajitas, sausage and stuff from Sam's. I sat about an hour before the game started in front of our big screen and promptly fell asleep. I woke later and the game was already at halftime. Wife cooked the food inside which was good, but fajitas should really always be grilled. I was just being lazy. I sat and watched the end of the game, frustrated at the anemic efforts to move the ball on the offensive side.
After this, we putzed around, took some Halloween decorations down, then went to our room to watch a couple shows that Wife records during the week. As much trouble as I have staying awake during the day, I was up until 6:00am. I forced myself to go to sleep, but still woke up around 11:30am to drink some coffee and eat some of this giant cinnamon roll the size of a cake Boy and his friend bought but foolishly left behind.
Wife eventually came down and made breakfast which made me sleepy again. She came up after we got into a small argument over her not reading cues. It was nothing really, but I followed her upstairs, laid down and slept for what felt like two hours. Wife watched a couple shows while I slept, but eventually it was time for her to go. We went outside, did the whole goodbye thing, but ten minutes later she was back. She had a low tire problem, which I think she's had a tire leaking for some time. I filled all the tires to 40psi, and she left. She made it to my folks in record slow time. There was a need to stop in Lytle to get some food for some reason, either way, she got to Crystal around 7:30pm.
I did my usual Sunday routine, washed any clothes that have gathered since Friday night, went to Target to get some food, I know not the best place, but it is the closest. I then cooked Sloppy Joe's which turned out alright, if I do say so myself. My awesome boys then let me wash the dishes to round out the evening. Just looking forward to the week of Thanksgiving at the end of the month.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
11/5/17 Listening To A Trumpeteer?
I finally shut off my logical brain long enough to listen to what seem insane reasons to support Donald Trump. Monster Energy Drink loves arguing with me as he seems to hold me as some liberal bastion who will support whatever comes out of the left's mouth. I have quietly been sliding over to the right, in some regards. I am starting to hate the idea of helping the poor to the point that they live in nicer apartments than I ever did while I was going to school. We kind of agreed that it would be best if they were provided at best a dry room, so the person(s) in need don't die from exposure, but they should be uncomfortable enough that they want to work for a better life. I will never support backwards thinking, such as removing a woman's right to choose simply because the bible considers it a sin. I also think we should shut up, if two people (people, not a person and some random animal, Stupid) love each other, who are we to get in their way. Let them marry and give life a shot.
Anyway, his biggest reason for supporting him is still that he is an outsider and he is already rich. This seems like nothing to me, but he insists that because of this, he doesn't have to play the game as all politicians do. He says these fuckers go in broke regular Joes and come out millionaires because they sell themselves to interest groups. Trump doesn't have to listen to anyone, he is already rich, so he can do whatever he wants. In theory, that sounds great, but then he puts a delusional humanoid like DeVos in charge of education, and that is just a horrible situation, as her goal is to fund private education by disrupting public education. Teachers are already overburdened and underpaid. What will happen if say the religious idiots decide they would rather sing Jesus jingles all day and they took a third of a small town public school's funding and all of a sudden it is being used to fund Bible time? Public schools may not be able to afford to pay all their teachers and we will have a generation of morons who think you heal through prayer and not medicine.
I got slightly off topic, but that is one of the things to worry about, school has to be funded. Another big talking point is that ultimately, it doesn't matter if we are left or right. According to him, they just want to keep us fighting over the tiniest of issues, while they take the money and run. To that I say, they need term limits, like the president. They can take a nice long ride through by starting as a representative, two or three terms, a senator, again two or three terms, followed by sitting as President, two terms, then get the fuck out and let someone new come with their own ideas. While we are at it, why are you all entitled to pensions, getting paid afterwards? Hardly any of us get that in the real world. You went into public service to serve, or did you do it to fatten your wallet?
It still surprises me that after 3-4 attempts, with control of Senate, House of Rep., and President, the Republicans only managed to poop their pants and not come up with anything better than Obamacare. How can any of these a-holes, unless they are not connected to reality, suggest something more expensive and covering less people as better? You're not providing Rolex watches, or a product exclusive for a select group, you're providing healthcare for everyone. Their shitty idea might have worked if an operating plan weren't already in place to embarrass them. This is what makes me think of Trump as inferior, they just say that was the Republicans, Trump had nothing to do with it. Hmm? So he is a republican president, unless the republicans fail at something, then he is more of an independent president? I understand now.
Anyway, his biggest reason for supporting him is still that he is an outsider and he is already rich. This seems like nothing to me, but he insists that because of this, he doesn't have to play the game as all politicians do. He says these fuckers go in broke regular Joes and come out millionaires because they sell themselves to interest groups. Trump doesn't have to listen to anyone, he is already rich, so he can do whatever he wants. In theory, that sounds great, but then he puts a delusional humanoid like DeVos in charge of education, and that is just a horrible situation, as her goal is to fund private education by disrupting public education. Teachers are already overburdened and underpaid. What will happen if say the religious idiots decide they would rather sing Jesus jingles all day and they took a third of a small town public school's funding and all of a sudden it is being used to fund Bible time? Public schools may not be able to afford to pay all their teachers and we will have a generation of morons who think you heal through prayer and not medicine.
I got slightly off topic, but that is one of the things to worry about, school has to be funded. Another big talking point is that ultimately, it doesn't matter if we are left or right. According to him, they just want to keep us fighting over the tiniest of issues, while they take the money and run. To that I say, they need term limits, like the president. They can take a nice long ride through by starting as a representative, two or three terms, a senator, again two or three terms, followed by sitting as President, two terms, then get the fuck out and let someone new come with their own ideas. While we are at it, why are you all entitled to pensions, getting paid afterwards? Hardly any of us get that in the real world. You went into public service to serve, or did you do it to fatten your wallet?
It still surprises me that after 3-4 attempts, with control of Senate, House of Rep., and President, the Republicans only managed to poop their pants and not come up with anything better than Obamacare. How can any of these a-holes, unless they are not connected to reality, suggest something more expensive and covering less people as better? You're not providing Rolex watches, or a product exclusive for a select group, you're providing healthcare for everyone. Their shitty idea might have worked if an operating plan weren't already in place to embarrass them. This is what makes me think of Trump as inferior, they just say that was the Republicans, Trump had nothing to do with it. Hmm? So he is a republican president, unless the republicans fail at something, then he is more of an independent president? I understand now.
11/4/17 The Void Of Thanksgiving Decorations?
I love decorating the inside of our house for Halloween, but I hate taking everything down. We didn't really decorate the outside this year, mostly because Wife is not here daily and I don't like putting effort where if the neighbors feel like it, they can shit on our efforts and hide behind the stupid HOA. Surprisingly, they have pretty much left us alone, except for maybe one reminder this summer to cut the grass, which I agreed needed it, but Boy is such a half ass. I swore I would not do it again, but I've cut it the last 2-3 times just because it bothers me how weak his efforts are.
So this weekend will probably be focused on putting away the Halloween stuff and since we have an empty room and closet, the closet will once again become the storage place for all things orange and black. I am looking forward to moving some of the things I had back in there, such as my massage table, you never know when a foolish soul needs to be groped/massaged, as it were. Not to fear, I am good at both of those.
We put out a special invitation for a particular friend of Dirty Dog, see if he might be interested in moving in to the empty room. Boy said it sounded promising, but I haven't talked to DD to see what is up. The kid was one of Boy's Del Valle friends before we moved. He comes over during the holidays and stuff to say hi and fill us in on his life. He also just graduated from University of Houston with a degree in Hotel Management, I always thought it weird, but the kid has always wanted to be that, in charge of a large hotel, I don't know why, but he has the degree and is now looking to possibly come back since his family is here. I like this kid, I think he would work with our mix, but we will see.
So other than the food, it is really hard to decorate for Thanksgiving, 1 little 2 little 3 little Indians just seems crass, so we will just jump to everyone's favorite holiday of show me how much you love me by spending a fortune on me. Wife was so lazy last year that she looks like a genius this year. She never took the Christmas tree down, so we are ready if ole Santa wants to sneak in the house. Santa is looking at our house and having second thoughts saying "gross, nothing but a sausage festival up in there, where the women at?" Oh well, at least we don't have to be as covered up as we were, now we can all walk around in underwear and shirtless, like animals during the week since we have no women to keep us on the straight and narrow. I'm sitting on the table eating dinner watching porn on a Monday night, why not, it's just us guys.
So this weekend will probably be focused on putting away the Halloween stuff and since we have an empty room and closet, the closet will once again become the storage place for all things orange and black. I am looking forward to moving some of the things I had back in there, such as my massage table, you never know when a foolish soul needs to be groped/massaged, as it were. Not to fear, I am good at both of those.
We put out a special invitation for a particular friend of Dirty Dog, see if he might be interested in moving in to the empty room. Boy said it sounded promising, but I haven't talked to DD to see what is up. The kid was one of Boy's Del Valle friends before we moved. He comes over during the holidays and stuff to say hi and fill us in on his life. He also just graduated from University of Houston with a degree in Hotel Management, I always thought it weird, but the kid has always wanted to be that, in charge of a large hotel, I don't know why, but he has the degree and is now looking to possibly come back since his family is here. I like this kid, I think he would work with our mix, but we will see.
So other than the food, it is really hard to decorate for Thanksgiving, 1 little 2 little 3 little Indians just seems crass, so we will just jump to everyone's favorite holiday of show me how much you love me by spending a fortune on me. Wife was so lazy last year that she looks like a genius this year. She never took the Christmas tree down, so we are ready if ole Santa wants to sneak in the house. Santa is looking at our house and having second thoughts saying "gross, nothing but a sausage festival up in there, where the women at?" Oh well, at least we don't have to be as covered up as we were, now we can all walk around in underwear and shirtless, like animals during the week since we have no women to keep us on the straight and narrow. I'm sitting on the table eating dinner watching porn on a Monday night, why not, it's just us guys.
Friday, November 3, 2017
11/3/17 Middle Man? (Netflix Movie)
I hadn't been on Netflix since I binge watched the latest season of Orange Is The New Black and there are a few new movies listed in the dark comedy which I usually enjoy. I was going to re-watch War On Everyone since I enjoyed it before, but with so many new movies it makes more sense to try something new. I dove into Middle Man and it quickly sucked me in.
The story starts out with a big guy Lenny, Jerry from Parks and Rec (Jim O' Heir) talking to a lawyer. His mom has just passed away and with that, he takes the opportunity to start a new life, he is headed to Las Vegas to make it as a comedian. Along the way, he meets and begrudgingly becomes friendly with Hitch. He suspects something might be wrong, but he is so focused on becoming a hit comedian that he lets it slide. Hitch suggests he shouldn't try to hit the big stage until he practices on the smaller stage there in Lamb Chop or whatever the town is called. He is booed by a local who comes out as Lenny and Hitch are drinking and throwing up. Lenny comes too in the morning and finds the heckler dead in his trunk, Hitch convinces him he did it, and before long, they have a body count that is climbing. The big problem is that he keeps going up on stage every night, all bloody from either just having killed or trying to bury and dispose the bodies, but he deadpans about how hard it is to get rid of a dead body and even with blood all over, it appears to be an act and the audience loves it.
He ends up falling in love with a girl who works in a small bar and wants to run off with her, but in the end, once the city of Lamb Chop gets you, it doesn't let you go. There is a lot of back and forth, and it appears that Hitch is really trying to help him get his act together and making him funnier, or the truth could be that Hitch is a small time thief who enjoys killing along the way. By the end of the movie, it is hard to tell if Lenny is still the same naïve small town accountant or if he has become the new master murderer. He appears to be headed to the big show in Las Vegas, complete with a limo ride and the girl of his dreams by his side, or it is all in his head, and he is merely surrounded by all the bodies they have killed and he is just playing a comedian visiting a late night host as the cops finally figure out what has been going on.
The movie is really a dark comedy in that the jokes are in the murders, forget all the jokes he has on his cassettes by the old greats he begins the movie listening to.
The story starts out with a big guy Lenny, Jerry from Parks and Rec (Jim O' Heir) talking to a lawyer. His mom has just passed away and with that, he takes the opportunity to start a new life, he is headed to Las Vegas to make it as a comedian. Along the way, he meets and begrudgingly becomes friendly with Hitch. He suspects something might be wrong, but he is so focused on becoming a hit comedian that he lets it slide. Hitch suggests he shouldn't try to hit the big stage until he practices on the smaller stage there in Lamb Chop or whatever the town is called. He is booed by a local who comes out as Lenny and Hitch are drinking and throwing up. Lenny comes too in the morning and finds the heckler dead in his trunk, Hitch convinces him he did it, and before long, they have a body count that is climbing. The big problem is that he keeps going up on stage every night, all bloody from either just having killed or trying to bury and dispose the bodies, but he deadpans about how hard it is to get rid of a dead body and even with blood all over, it appears to be an act and the audience loves it.
He ends up falling in love with a girl who works in a small bar and wants to run off with her, but in the end, once the city of Lamb Chop gets you, it doesn't let you go. There is a lot of back and forth, and it appears that Hitch is really trying to help him get his act together and making him funnier, or the truth could be that Hitch is a small time thief who enjoys killing along the way. By the end of the movie, it is hard to tell if Lenny is still the same naïve small town accountant or if he has become the new master murderer. He appears to be headed to the big show in Las Vegas, complete with a limo ride and the girl of his dreams by his side, or it is all in his head, and he is merely surrounded by all the bodies they have killed and he is just playing a comedian visiting a late night host as the cops finally figure out what has been going on.
The movie is really a dark comedy in that the jokes are in the murders, forget all the jokes he has on his cassettes by the old greats he begins the movie listening to.
Thursday, November 2, 2017
11/2/17 Girlie Moved Out?
After living with us for a year and a couple months, Girlie has moved out, again. I don't think living with us was something she ever wanted to do, but we offered her a good price, a big room with a huge closet and an escape from her family who she says can be too much. I will admit I was kind of sexist with the rules and I stand by them. We have a Boy, Dirty Dog, living with us and I don't care if he brings a girl or two over, he knows if he knocks one up, he is out. With Girlie, I told her she wasn't going to have guys in the house, she was always free if she wanted to spend the night wherever, but nobody was going to bone her in my house. Call it territorial, protective, sexist, I don't care, I didn't want her getting pregnant under my watch. I really wanted her focused on college, but she keeps doing it as a hobby, not as the primary thing in her life.
A couple months ago, I came home and there was a guy in her bedroom, I was not expecting him, I had come home for lunch and my reaction was not friendly. I said something to the effect of "Who the fuck is this mother fucker? Get the fuck out!" And I pointed at the door. He put his arm out and said "Hi I'm so and so, a good friend of hers from high school. He used to come over with her all the time after school or when we had BBQs with her mom and aunt, but honestly, I hadn't seen him in five years and he got stockier. He is one of the few black guys that I liked that she introduced me to. Most of them have been useless turds who I keep insisting she not introduce me to them, from the loudmouth who didn't let her talk that she dated through high school to the idiot man whore from Tx. State who acted like he was God's gift because he did a couple tattoos on people. That got her complaining that she should be able to have people over.
A girlfriend of hers decided she was moving to Austin and quietly she started looking for apartments and I guess they finally found one through low income housing, I don't know how, but either way, they are now roommates. Even my Mom who is not a fan of her or any other female living in our house, says she'll be back. I always say I don't think so, but Wife says the same thing, but since she is acting like a big tough girl, she can only come back paying full rent, no more little helpless girl discount.
We go round and round, I wish her luck, hope it works out, I would like the room to possibly move the pool table upstairs and make a proper game room, like the model home had. I want to start making our home look more mature, starting with converting the floors to wood since I am not spending money on my leg anymore. The catch-22 of that is that I kind of need the renters for the extra money, but I want their rooms for my projects, we'll see. Stuff has a way of working itself out, I just go with the flow and look for the next chapter.
A couple months ago, I came home and there was a guy in her bedroom, I was not expecting him, I had come home for lunch and my reaction was not friendly. I said something to the effect of "Who the fuck is this mother fucker? Get the fuck out!" And I pointed at the door. He put his arm out and said "Hi I'm so and so, a good friend of hers from high school. He used to come over with her all the time after school or when we had BBQs with her mom and aunt, but honestly, I hadn't seen him in five years and he got stockier. He is one of the few black guys that I liked that she introduced me to. Most of them have been useless turds who I keep insisting she not introduce me to them, from the loudmouth who didn't let her talk that she dated through high school to the idiot man whore from Tx. State who acted like he was God's gift because he did a couple tattoos on people. That got her complaining that she should be able to have people over.
A girlfriend of hers decided she was moving to Austin and quietly she started looking for apartments and I guess they finally found one through low income housing, I don't know how, but either way, they are now roommates. Even my Mom who is not a fan of her or any other female living in our house, says she'll be back. I always say I don't think so, but Wife says the same thing, but since she is acting like a big tough girl, she can only come back paying full rent, no more little helpless girl discount.
We go round and round, I wish her luck, hope it works out, I would like the room to possibly move the pool table upstairs and make a proper game room, like the model home had. I want to start making our home look more mature, starting with converting the floors to wood since I am not spending money on my leg anymore. The catch-22 of that is that I kind of need the renters for the extra money, but I want their rooms for my projects, we'll see. Stuff has a way of working itself out, I just go with the flow and look for the next chapter.
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