A month ago I was basically waiting for a heart attack. I could not get out of my downward spiral. I was eating way too much everyday, thinking this and that hurts, so I can't walk. Since Wife told me about the ap she was using for a couple weeks, my life feels transformed. At the start of April, I was standing at around 409 pounds. In a little over a month, I have lost 29 pounds, now down to 380.
I was telling myself food that I eat before Wife comes downstairs on the weekends does not count. That is fine if it is a coffee but I'd down a burger from the night before and a couple bowls of cereal along with some candies and then ask "what's for breakfast, Woman?" She finally caught on when she kept seeing dirty plates of food. This ap, if I am being honest, lets me eat anything, I just have to note it, and its calories. We have not adopted some fancy new meal plan or diet pills. We are simply counting calories. The ap recognizes most restaurants, so if I have the #40 combination nachos at our neighborhood Mexican place, it is 740 calories. We are consuming diet soda by the gallon since it says 0 calories, we may pay for that later, but that day is not this day.
For my weight, I could eat 2400 calories a day at the start, as I have lost weight, it recalculates and allows less calories per day. Plus, burning calories adds more calories to burn per day. Of course, the more calories you don't use, the quicker the weight comes off. I am generally leaving 500-1000 calories that I don't use.
About the only exercise I can fit during the workweek, is walking. We have long hallways that go in a circle. Six laps equal a mile, so I have built up to walking more and more. When I started I was getting winded doing 2-4 laps nonstop. I am up to 5 miles a night for a total of 20 miles this week. I wanted to come home and walk around the neighborhood, it is almost a mile, but of course, I always have chores to keep the house in order. I am planning to go up to six miles next week. At some point, I will have to convert to jogging just to get it done faster. I just want to make sure I am not the weakest link when we get to the Disney parks this summer.
Just losing the weight so far, I can tell I'm not breathing heavy anymore, I am sleeping better too. I was getting up every 2 hours to pee, maybe the weight was pushing on my bladder, the past week I have been going almost all morning without waking. That is such a relief, plus I am not fighting acid reflux or feeling nauseous all the time. I feel brand new right now. Some people go down a dangerous path with pills for this and that, when just putting the food away can solve a myriad of health concerns. I am glad my body has held on this long. I would not be surprised if I was told I had diabetes, or that I had had a small heart attack. Hopefully, I can turn it around and keep it turned around. It seems easy enough now, with the right tool.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
5/6/16 My Solution Is Still Birth Control In The Water Supply?
I was a tad late to pick up Chubs from school today and I got stuck behind a freaking school bus. As I sat there fuming, I noticed something curious. In the apartment closest to our house, where people are paying rent out of their pocket, three kids got off. The young girl even had Mama waiting for her to walk her safely back home. The other two were boys looked to be at least in fifth grade, and they walked towards the apartments together.
The next stop was a different story. It is an apartment complex Wife has told me is section 8 housing. About 25 kids got off, some don't seem to realize they need to walk towards the apartments, I saw 1 or 2 parents there waiting. Why the difference? Is it because the people paying their way through life know that kids cost money and once born, you have to invest everything into them, or is it because once you're on the government tit, you can relax, knowing Uncle Sam will take from me to give to you? Or do poor people love kids more than people in other income brackets?
I swear I was a liberal a few years ago, believing everyone is just trying to get by. Some people trip and fall, but if we help them for a bit, they will develop and prosper. I assumed everyone has goals and wants. I had no idea people were this selfish and plain old stupid. I've been building on this thought for awhile now. Last night, I saw a YouTube clip about some freeloader here in Austin talking about "if someone wanted to give you a million dollars, would you say no?" The radio guys were dumbfounded and kind of agreed with her logic. When phrased this way, yes, she almost makes sense, but you aren't supposed to take the money proudly. The problem was doing away with the food stamps. There was a certain shame paying with pink and blue money, as I remember seeing. Once people got on the LoneStar card, who cares? It looks like a credit card, pull it out of an "expensive" knock-off bag, and you can fool 99% of the other unemployables shopping during business hours. Another quickie solution, unemployables should not be allowed to leave their apartments from 5:00-7:00pm, so the people that pay for everything through their taxes can run in and out of the stores on their way home without being slowed down by your full carts of government supplied food. Y'all got all day, you know you record Jerry Springer in case it's good, you can see your shows whenever.
If they must be fed from my resources the government takes, then they should be temporarily sterilized, no babies if you can't afford them. Norplant is not inhumane. I think it's good for about 7 years once installed under the skin. Most of these idiots are covered in tattoos, don't tell me the procedure hurts when you'll sit still for hours while some "artist" punctures you thousands of times so you can walk around with a Chinese symbol you can't even read (that's got to be the stupidest shit people pay to do to themselves). You want to be deep and philosophical? Study the Chinese language, I double dog dare you. I forgot, that's hard...
The next stop was a different story. It is an apartment complex Wife has told me is section 8 housing. About 25 kids got off, some don't seem to realize they need to walk towards the apartments, I saw 1 or 2 parents there waiting. Why the difference? Is it because the people paying their way through life know that kids cost money and once born, you have to invest everything into them, or is it because once you're on the government tit, you can relax, knowing Uncle Sam will take from me to give to you? Or do poor people love kids more than people in other income brackets?
I swear I was a liberal a few years ago, believing everyone is just trying to get by. Some people trip and fall, but if we help them for a bit, they will develop and prosper. I assumed everyone has goals and wants. I had no idea people were this selfish and plain old stupid. I've been building on this thought for awhile now. Last night, I saw a YouTube clip about some freeloader here in Austin talking about "if someone wanted to give you a million dollars, would you say no?" The radio guys were dumbfounded and kind of agreed with her logic. When phrased this way, yes, she almost makes sense, but you aren't supposed to take the money proudly. The problem was doing away with the food stamps. There was a certain shame paying with pink and blue money, as I remember seeing. Once people got on the LoneStar card, who cares? It looks like a credit card, pull it out of an "expensive" knock-off bag, and you can fool 99% of the other unemployables shopping during business hours. Another quickie solution, unemployables should not be allowed to leave their apartments from 5:00-7:00pm, so the people that pay for everything through their taxes can run in and out of the stores on their way home without being slowed down by your full carts of government supplied food. Y'all got all day, you know you record Jerry Springer in case it's good, you can see your shows whenever.
If they must be fed from my resources the government takes, then they should be temporarily sterilized, no babies if you can't afford them. Norplant is not inhumane. I think it's good for about 7 years once installed under the skin. Most of these idiots are covered in tattoos, don't tell me the procedure hurts when you'll sit still for hours while some "artist" punctures you thousands of times so you can walk around with a Chinese symbol you can't even read (that's got to be the stupidest shit people pay to do to themselves). You want to be deep and philosophical? Study the Chinese language, I double dog dare you. I forgot, that's hard...
Thursday, May 5, 2016
5/5/16 Puppy On The Brain?
It started about a month ago, Boy gone on the topic of dogs. He said he wanted a big army dog to force him to become an outdoor guy. I explained that he would end up forcing the dog to become an indoor dog, probably learn how to use a computer too, it's all the boy does. We said no, and thought that was that. This past weekend my folks came up and just as they had picked up their new puppy, a miniature dachshund. Cutest pup we've seen in a long time, even Wife who probably argued with god that she didn't need a mother/father to be born. That woman is a walking turtle, NEVER wants anything that isn't food. It is actually very annoying, but anyways...
She was looking through the breeder's web page where my mom got Chloe, and I was OK with the idea except that those cute little puppies have price tags of $900-$1300. That is expensive, although they do offer some sort of guarantee on their website. This got Chubs thinking, he researched on his own and decided that a beagle would be the perfect pup for him. Today (Monday), he made me go to his room to see the website he was on. It showed that the beagle was the perfect kid dog. I went online to look for them on Craigslist, but no beagles were to be found, and we don't want a mix that might end up getting too big. We want the dog to be indoors. The problem with the beagles are that the one place I found in Texas has a bunch, but they go for $1800-3050. I definitely will not pay that kind of money.
I went back to Craigslist, because I can't figure where else to look, and no, sorry, I don't want a used dog, you take it and save it. I want a pup that we teach from day one. It almost seems too good to be true, until I see the pups in person, we found a pair of mini Yorkies for sale at $250 a piece. They are beautiful in the pictures, perfect looking really, is why I won't believe until I see them in person. The guy just e-mailed me back awhile ago and he says he still has them. Actually asked me a bunch of questions on the email about our experience with dogs, what kind of environment we live in, questions that somebody that cares would ask. I feel better that he did, tells me he's not just treating the dogs like a cash machine. The pups already have their first shots, they even come with a cage and some toys to get started. Maybe my parents paid too much, or maybe yorkies are a pain in the ass, but they look like the type of dogs ditzy chicks carry in purses.
If we don't end up with these dogs, I don't know how I am going to get my little bear of my back. Chubs was actually texting me all night until he went to bed: "puppy please" "dad, can we get a puppy?" "puppy!!!!" and other variations. I thought Boy was a pain in the ass, Chubs might be worse when he wants something.
She was looking through the breeder's web page where my mom got Chloe, and I was OK with the idea except that those cute little puppies have price tags of $900-$1300. That is expensive, although they do offer some sort of guarantee on their website. This got Chubs thinking, he researched on his own and decided that a beagle would be the perfect pup for him. Today (Monday), he made me go to his room to see the website he was on. It showed that the beagle was the perfect kid dog. I went online to look for them on Craigslist, but no beagles were to be found, and we don't want a mix that might end up getting too big. We want the dog to be indoors. The problem with the beagles are that the one place I found in Texas has a bunch, but they go for $1800-3050. I definitely will not pay that kind of money.
I went back to Craigslist, because I can't figure where else to look, and no, sorry, I don't want a used dog, you take it and save it. I want a pup that we teach from day one. It almost seems too good to be true, until I see the pups in person, we found a pair of mini Yorkies for sale at $250 a piece. They are beautiful in the pictures, perfect looking really, is why I won't believe until I see them in person. The guy just e-mailed me back awhile ago and he says he still has them. Actually asked me a bunch of questions on the email about our experience with dogs, what kind of environment we live in, questions that somebody that cares would ask. I feel better that he did, tells me he's not just treating the dogs like a cash machine. The pups already have their first shots, they even come with a cage and some toys to get started. Maybe my parents paid too much, or maybe yorkies are a pain in the ass, but they look like the type of dogs ditzy chicks carry in purses.
If we don't end up with these dogs, I don't know how I am going to get my little bear of my back. Chubs was actually texting me all night until he went to bed: "puppy please" "dad, can we get a puppy?" "puppy!!!!" and other variations. I thought Boy was a pain in the ass, Chubs might be worse when he wants something.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
5/4/16 Being Materialistic Is The American Way?
How do you inspire someone who craves nothing to go out and push himself to succeed? Honestly, I work as hard and as much as I do because I am a materialistic sum bitch. I want things, I want nicer things than my neighbor, I want things nobody has. I tell Wife I will have a yacht before I die. I want a waterfront house, lake or beach, doesn't matter. I told Wife when I got my truck, either a fully loaded one or forget it. I didn't want a truck where Joe Six Pack was going to pull up and show me up.
My polar opposite is my brother. He has a Ford Escape that is paid off, and he says he is glad we didn't talk him into getting a bigger truck. He would have had a monthly payment right now. He went back home and for awhile was working in the oil fields, but that all dried up when gas prices took a nose dive. He has been unemployed about a year, his unemployment benefits dried up, he is living at home, so he has no rent being charged to him, not sure why. Well, my Mom has always said we could go back home if things got tough, he took her at her word, but has made no strides to get back out into the real world. He doesn't have much in the way of hobbies, he dresses very relaxed, does not concern himself with fads, or even expensive sunglasses. Give him some jean shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball hat, and some cheap New Balance shoes and he is dressed any day of the week.
He is finally taking the hint that maybe it is time to join the workforce again. My other brother, who is as driven as me, lives next door to mom and he yells at him daily, if he sees him to get his ass back to work. His job is not necessarily hard, but he does commute daily a total of three hours, if he drives the speed limit, so he is always a little edgy.
Since he has looked all over down there, he is now thinking of coming back up here to Austin. He tried using the excuse that he doesn't have money to pay me rent. I say fine, I can wait a month or two while you get hired. Once you start working, I want to see the normal $600/month that I have charged him periodically when he has lived with us. That would go straight to our savings which would be cool.
He is still saying I don't want to work, why? I don't need anything, I say just because you're a man, show some freaking pride in yourself. Work, not because you have to, do it because you want to.
My polar opposite is my brother. He has a Ford Escape that is paid off, and he says he is glad we didn't talk him into getting a bigger truck. He would have had a monthly payment right now. He went back home and for awhile was working in the oil fields, but that all dried up when gas prices took a nose dive. He has been unemployed about a year, his unemployment benefits dried up, he is living at home, so he has no rent being charged to him, not sure why. Well, my Mom has always said we could go back home if things got tough, he took her at her word, but has made no strides to get back out into the real world. He doesn't have much in the way of hobbies, he dresses very relaxed, does not concern himself with fads, or even expensive sunglasses. Give him some jean shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball hat, and some cheap New Balance shoes and he is dressed any day of the week.
He is finally taking the hint that maybe it is time to join the workforce again. My other brother, who is as driven as me, lives next door to mom and he yells at him daily, if he sees him to get his ass back to work. His job is not necessarily hard, but he does commute daily a total of three hours, if he drives the speed limit, so he is always a little edgy.
Since he has looked all over down there, he is now thinking of coming back up here to Austin. He tried using the excuse that he doesn't have money to pay me rent. I say fine, I can wait a month or two while you get hired. Once you start working, I want to see the normal $600/month that I have charged him periodically when he has lived with us. That would go straight to our savings which would be cool.
He is still saying I don't want to work, why? I don't need anything, I say just because you're a man, show some freaking pride in yourself. Work, not because you have to, do it because you want to.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
5/3/16 Kids Become Their Parents?
Wife is slightly missing the point. She keeps telling me that my boys are going to become just like me, I need to watch what I say. Uhhh, I didn't land on the planet last week, I hope both boys grow up like me, I am a freaking excellent human being. Her biggest problem is that she keeps saying I am sexist. When you insist on looking for something, even if it isn't there, you will bend reality and fit what you want into your box. I put my foot down and demand to be believed that I am not sexist. I am a realist, and I want my boys to be that. Like I said last week, we are not the same, males and females. I work mostly with women, I like that, they have more empathy, they ask about how your day or weekend was or is going. I don't come in thinking these bitches better have set me up so I can shine like a mofo. I look forward to learning from them, and I love the almost family quality. My daytime counterpart gets after me like my mom at times, I know she cares about my best interest. Guys don't give half a crap, give me women coworkers any day.
A brilliant example from Chubs this weekend, we went and saw Jungle Book, and at the end, a female wolf takes over the pack as the alpha after her "husband" is killed. When the lights came on, Chubs quickly pointed out "that would never happen, another male would take over." Wife said "see, you want to keep telling them males rule..." I have never been prouder, that is grown up logic extended by an 11 year old. Boy is studying for an engineering degree and Chubs says he wants to be a geneticist. Guess who has been telling them all their lives that money is in the sciences? That's right, I want my boys to be like me.
How about on the flip side. That jerk lady that blocked me in the pick-up lines and I yelled at her at Chub's school apparently has a jerk kid, hmm, can you believe that? Chubs tells me every day he runs around trying to get everybody to play tag, when people say no, he loses it. Yesterday, some girl changed her mind because her girl friend said she'd play. He came back and got in her face yelling "how come now you want to play, just because so and so said she would play? He was also bragging last week on a field trip that he was the smartest kid in the bus because he was headed to some other school, he was selected to participate in the same type of classes Chubs was. Our boy tried telling him he was offered a spot at his school, but he chose one of the other ones, mostly because it is closer to the house making it easy for us to drop him off and pick him up. I guess he learned to be a pain in the ass from his mama.
Boy had a friend with a very confrontational mom. She was a pain in the ass, she was cool with us, but most of her stories she would tell us consisted of her having words with her customers. We always said she has to be a pain in the ass out in the real world. Is it any surprise when one of her kids ends up having a probation officer in fifth grade? Not really. I'm surprised the other boys turned out almost normal. But then again, Boy's friend was at our house most every weekend, we'd even take him out of town with us. When he first started coming around in 3rd or 4th grade, he'd sit in the back and mimic me if I was getting after Boy. I confronted him about it, and after awhile taught him to be more respectful. I believe I made him a decent human, he could have very easily been jail material by junior high.
A brilliant example from Chubs this weekend, we went and saw Jungle Book, and at the end, a female wolf takes over the pack as the alpha after her "husband" is killed. When the lights came on, Chubs quickly pointed out "that would never happen, another male would take over." Wife said "see, you want to keep telling them males rule..." I have never been prouder, that is grown up logic extended by an 11 year old. Boy is studying for an engineering degree and Chubs says he wants to be a geneticist. Guess who has been telling them all their lives that money is in the sciences? That's right, I want my boys to be like me.
How about on the flip side. That jerk lady that blocked me in the pick-up lines and I yelled at her at Chub's school apparently has a jerk kid, hmm, can you believe that? Chubs tells me every day he runs around trying to get everybody to play tag, when people say no, he loses it. Yesterday, some girl changed her mind because her girl friend said she'd play. He came back and got in her face yelling "how come now you want to play, just because so and so said she would play? He was also bragging last week on a field trip that he was the smartest kid in the bus because he was headed to some other school, he was selected to participate in the same type of classes Chubs was. Our boy tried telling him he was offered a spot at his school, but he chose one of the other ones, mostly because it is closer to the house making it easy for us to drop him off and pick him up. I guess he learned to be a pain in the ass from his mama.
Boy had a friend with a very confrontational mom. She was a pain in the ass, she was cool with us, but most of her stories she would tell us consisted of her having words with her customers. We always said she has to be a pain in the ass out in the real world. Is it any surprise when one of her kids ends up having a probation officer in fifth grade? Not really. I'm surprised the other boys turned out almost normal. But then again, Boy's friend was at our house most every weekend, we'd even take him out of town with us. When he first started coming around in 3rd or 4th grade, he'd sit in the back and mimic me if I was getting after Boy. I confronted him about it, and after awhile taught him to be more respectful. I believe I made him a decent human, he could have very easily been jail material by junior high.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
5/2/16 The Jungle Book?
We went and saw The Jungle Book Saturday night. I was cringing inside thinking I was going to watch a stupid kid movie gone bad by trying to make a cartoon into a real movie. I have to say that it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I enjoyed some if not most of it.
The story itself follows Mowgli pretty much like in the cartoon from way back in the day. He is a little boy who is orphaned but somehow gets raised by the animals. This part is hard enough to believe, but the real magic is that all of the creatures large and small speak English, so Mowgli can communicate with them. I think the idea worked only because they didn't have another person, so we can believe that English might actually be a language only the animals understand. Once you get past that, then it can be fun accepting the animals acting and talking like they should. Baloo, was probably the funniest part of the movie, played by Bill Murray, he is an oversized bear who uses Mowgli for his benefit to get him some honey from up high on a cliff ledge. Mowgli meets Baloo on his journey to a human village after being threatened by the area bully, a Bengal tiger. Although Mowgli is happy to be getting raised by the wolf pack, the elder animals know he must eventually be returned to the humans. The tiger wants to kill the boy because his father burned his face with a stick that was lit on fire. I thought it was shitty that the tiger wanted revenge on the boy for a couple burn marks on his face, meanwhile he killed the dad when Mowgli was a baby.
We are told this happens in a flashback by the boa constrictor played seductively by Scarlett Johansson. She hisses softly and moves in very slowly towards and around the boy. She is at the same time retelling what happened that night his father was murdered and also wrapping herself around him. She keeps saying she will protect him, when really, she is trying to wrap him to squeeze the life out of him. If Baloo didn't step in, he would be dead. Technically, the bear did save his life, so the boy does owe him a huge favor. They become close friends after he has left the wolf pack, not doing much as the bear is kind of lazy. I thought it weird that most of my family said the bear reminded them of me, a-holes.
There is also a weird side story, when Mowgli is kidnapped by the monkeys and taken to a temple where King Louie resides. It is the unmistakable voice of Christopher Walken. He wants the power of fire, and since man can yield it, he figures Mowgli can make it. There is a great rescue scene here, but Mowgli mostly escapes on his own, but not before Louie tells Mowgli that the male wolf who acted as his father was murdered again, by the Bengal tiger trying to lure the boy back.
The last act shows Mowgli acting like a grown up, facing the tiger by himself. He uses his skills with a rope made of vines to outsmart the tiger who follows him up a tree, and gets him to step on a dead branch which of course breaks, sending the tiger to his death.
There were some sappy parts and some ridiculous parts, but overall the movie was not that bad. It was kind of cute.
The story itself follows Mowgli pretty much like in the cartoon from way back in the day. He is a little boy who is orphaned but somehow gets raised by the animals. This part is hard enough to believe, but the real magic is that all of the creatures large and small speak English, so Mowgli can communicate with them. I think the idea worked only because they didn't have another person, so we can believe that English might actually be a language only the animals understand. Once you get past that, then it can be fun accepting the animals acting and talking like they should. Baloo, was probably the funniest part of the movie, played by Bill Murray, he is an oversized bear who uses Mowgli for his benefit to get him some honey from up high on a cliff ledge. Mowgli meets Baloo on his journey to a human village after being threatened by the area bully, a Bengal tiger. Although Mowgli is happy to be getting raised by the wolf pack, the elder animals know he must eventually be returned to the humans. The tiger wants to kill the boy because his father burned his face with a stick that was lit on fire. I thought it was shitty that the tiger wanted revenge on the boy for a couple burn marks on his face, meanwhile he killed the dad when Mowgli was a baby.
We are told this happens in a flashback by the boa constrictor played seductively by Scarlett Johansson. She hisses softly and moves in very slowly towards and around the boy. She is at the same time retelling what happened that night his father was murdered and also wrapping herself around him. She keeps saying she will protect him, when really, she is trying to wrap him to squeeze the life out of him. If Baloo didn't step in, he would be dead. Technically, the bear did save his life, so the boy does owe him a huge favor. They become close friends after he has left the wolf pack, not doing much as the bear is kind of lazy. I thought it weird that most of my family said the bear reminded them of me, a-holes.
There is also a weird side story, when Mowgli is kidnapped by the monkeys and taken to a temple where King Louie resides. It is the unmistakable voice of Christopher Walken. He wants the power of fire, and since man can yield it, he figures Mowgli can make it. There is a great rescue scene here, but Mowgli mostly escapes on his own, but not before Louie tells Mowgli that the male wolf who acted as his father was murdered again, by the Bengal tiger trying to lure the boy back.
The last act shows Mowgli acting like a grown up, facing the tiger by himself. He uses his skills with a rope made of vines to outsmart the tiger who follows him up a tree, and gets him to step on a dead branch which of course breaks, sending the tiger to his death.
There were some sappy parts and some ridiculous parts, but overall the movie was not that bad. It was kind of cute.
5/1/16 Celebrating 45 Years Together?
My folks are here for the weekend and we had a chance to celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary by eating at Pappadeaux. It is an impressive feat in today's shitty disposable world, where it seems as easy to pick up a new partner as it is for some to change vehicles.
Honestly, it was a rocky start, they got married because they created one of the best humans ever, and like I tell my fans, once you get a taste of my coolness, you can't walk away. My Mom was still going to school, my Dad had served in Vietnam and had come back a hero. They decided to move to Corpus Christi and start life together there. Mom continued her studies, commuting to Kingsville to become a teacher. She did her student teaching in Corpus Christi and we were on our way to having a great life growing up by the beach. But no, several incidents took place, Mom was threatened by a 'hood ass black kid who pushed her against the wall and said he was going to hurt her, plus she was always very close to her sisters and missed them too much, we had to go back to our hometown of Crystal City. My Dad was a man, he quickly found work in Corpus driving a delivery truck for an ice company. He likes to reminisce every time we go down there by Portland, he says he used to run all over delivering ice to the small gas stations.
When they decided to come to Crystal, my Dad again got a job driving and delivering ice, while my Mom got with the school and taught typing and business classes for about 13 years. At some point, she started with night classes, and became a counselor, which she still does today.
I can't help but believe they are good role models as Wife and I have been married 22 years. My brother and his wife have been married about 14-15 years and even my sister and her husband have been married at least 10 years.
My Mom has been good for Dad. He was just trying to crack wise today when we went to lunch about being all run ragged from being married so long to her, but I had to pipe up and say "relative to your brothers Dad, you're the one in best overall condition", two of his brother's have passed away in last few years, but the other two remaining are living life a little rougher. He had to agree. They may not exactly have the same likes, but I enjoy having them around. My Mom is happy having her grandkids around her, and maybe going to the mall, and trying new places to eat when they come to the big city. My Dad would rather be dropped off at a casino (illegal or not), and you could feed him a gas station burrito, but if it is a restaurant, it better have shrimp on the plate.
We have a week in Florida planned with them in a couple months, and even a trip to Corpus Christi here in a couple weeks, just to get out of town. I love that they have settled into a comfortable routine where my Mom is working because she wants to, my Dad gets to retire and be home and be a part of the family. He spent too many years working away from home as a truck driver. They have a little money and their health, so they can travel and come and go as they please.
What else can I say? I wish you another 45 years together. Thanks for all the lessons along the way to help make me the man I have become. I guess if I am as awesome as everyone says, it's because both of you added just the right amount of yourselves, I love you.
Honestly, it was a rocky start, they got married because they created one of the best humans ever, and like I tell my fans, once you get a taste of my coolness, you can't walk away. My Mom was still going to school, my Dad had served in Vietnam and had come back a hero. They decided to move to Corpus Christi and start life together there. Mom continued her studies, commuting to Kingsville to become a teacher. She did her student teaching in Corpus Christi and we were on our way to having a great life growing up by the beach. But no, several incidents took place, Mom was threatened by a 'hood ass black kid who pushed her against the wall and said he was going to hurt her, plus she was always very close to her sisters and missed them too much, we had to go back to our hometown of Crystal City. My Dad was a man, he quickly found work in Corpus driving a delivery truck for an ice company. He likes to reminisce every time we go down there by Portland, he says he used to run all over delivering ice to the small gas stations.
When they decided to come to Crystal, my Dad again got a job driving and delivering ice, while my Mom got with the school and taught typing and business classes for about 13 years. At some point, she started with night classes, and became a counselor, which she still does today.
I can't help but believe they are good role models as Wife and I have been married 22 years. My brother and his wife have been married about 14-15 years and even my sister and her husband have been married at least 10 years.
My Mom has been good for Dad. He was just trying to crack wise today when we went to lunch about being all run ragged from being married so long to her, but I had to pipe up and say "relative to your brothers Dad, you're the one in best overall condition", two of his brother's have passed away in last few years, but the other two remaining are living life a little rougher. He had to agree. They may not exactly have the same likes, but I enjoy having them around. My Mom is happy having her grandkids around her, and maybe going to the mall, and trying new places to eat when they come to the big city. My Dad would rather be dropped off at a casino (illegal or not), and you could feed him a gas station burrito, but if it is a restaurant, it better have shrimp on the plate.
We have a week in Florida planned with them in a couple months, and even a trip to Corpus Christi here in a couple weeks, just to get out of town. I love that they have settled into a comfortable routine where my Mom is working because she wants to, my Dad gets to retire and be home and be a part of the family. He spent too many years working away from home as a truck driver. They have a little money and their health, so they can travel and come and go as they please.
What else can I say? I wish you another 45 years together. Thanks for all the lessons along the way to help make me the man I have become. I guess if I am as awesome as everyone says, it's because both of you added just the right amount of yourselves, I love you.
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