29 on the 29th

Happy Birthday Brian!!! I hope its a good one, even though you didn't get any presents...I could break out the whipped cream I guess...but that's for discussion on another blog site. HaHa.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Temporarily Cell Phone Loss

Sorry folks, my cell phone was cut off. I hope to restore service sometime between Saturday and Monday. Brian, if I can't restore service by saturday, happy birthday man!

Everyone: here is my other contact info:

Home Phone: 713-952-1493
Work Phone: 281-820-4900

My schedule is somthing like this:
Wed - Work until 4:30 pm. At a meeting from 7 pm til 9 pm.
Thu/Fri - Home till 11 am, Work from 2 pm til 11 pm
Saturday - Work from 10 am til 11 pm

Hopefully my paycheck will be big enough to restore my phone and Sprint services will be avail at that time. If not, I'll let you know my hours etc on Sunday/Mond.

Anyone got a buck?

PS - All this is my doing, I'm learning my lessons the hard way.

dead cell

Is it just me or is Brad's cell phone dead??

Ehem. I can't frickn' sleep!

Why is it that when you open a box of macaroni, it's only half full? Yeah, yeah....it's like the bag of potator chips where they put air into the bago to keep them from being o'crushed and they settle down down. I get it with the whole spacial volume and physics thing, but like with all the technology they have today, you would think they would like figure out a way to fill the box of macaroni without it like settling into half a box by the time you like get it home...or maybe they want you to think you're getting a full box of macaroni, when it really, oh yes, is only half a box. Da da dahhhhh. It still bothers me a little when I like open a new box of macaronI and it's like half empty. (And yeses, I am the glass (or box in this case) is half empty kinda girl despite my earlier comment on the box of macaroni being only half full, thptttt!) Did any of you get that?! Then read it again you budonkadonks! Hellooo!?!

Check the Pizza then!


Thppttt!

Hey Brad....

Has anyone else noticed that when you post a comment now that it doesn't show them?

Rhetorical Ponderance About Things

I hate things. How is it that we, not that I mean to generalize and sterotypically lump sum us by using the preposition we, but how is it that we, rather I, tend to forget to be grateful? We, oh sorry, I meant to say I...I have this tendancy to forget how grateful that I should be, but life's struggle has a way of imposing itself upon my memory. Things could be worse for me and I know this, we all do, yet being thankful is hard work...who wants to work hard? O.K., so most people have the desire to work hard to be grateful...but the things I've seen in my life...the things that I've been through, horrible things. Things that most people who know me and love me do not know. It can make one tired. Tired of things. And life has a way of hurting all the time, leaving tiny cracks that slowly turn the foundation of hope and faith into ruin. Dramatic? Maybe. Nonetheless, it is my truth. The truth that I carry around with me in my heavy heart. I cannot escape. My burdens will not leave me alone so that I may repair the cracks to have peace, alas. The pain does not subside to allow the light I cannot see shine upon my face with warmth, caressing my brow with its tenderness, offering hope. And yet sometimes, somedays, I can feel that light, just as if a whisper of suggestion races by but is quickly forgotten again. A serene dream you can almost remember, but then fades ever so gently away into nothingness. How is it that I cannot find the strength or courage to let go of these truths, and find all the things in this world for which to be grateful?

Tic Toc Goes the Baby Clock

So I'm on the internet searching to find something interesting to read...and the question came across me as to why we, as women, want to have babies. I mean its obvious why, but I wanted to really know why. What happens in the brain that drives us toward reproduction and the emotional urge to have babies? What constitutes that biological clock that they say tics to create those urges? And why some women do not experience that desire at all. Why, why, why? So I began to Google it. Instead of finding a legitimate site to really answer any of my questions...I will have to go to the library I guess...I came across this link instead and thought it was kinda amusing enough to share with the masses. I know you boys don't want to hear about us girls wanting babies...But isn't the baby in the pot so cute? *emotional urge to have babies coming on* What is that?!

(The following link has little relevance, yet uncanningly a benevolent comminality to the above subject matter in comments posted. You have been advised. But be advised that I don't know what I just said. Thank you and good day. I said goodday!)

http://www.mwscomp.com/movies/brian/brian-07.htm

Mr. Smart Guy Strikes Again!

You know that guy...the one who has the biggest vocabulary in the room. He has theories about everything and knows more useless information than half the people on your block. This guy has something to say about everything. And anything you say, you are oh so wrong. He is what one might call smart people. (more like an arrogant, narsasistic, egomaniac)

You know, some people are smarter than others. That's fine. But when you walk around throwing what someone says back in their face and call them stupid, that's just mean. Constructive criticism is one thing, but being a know-it-all and flaunting it is another. I am not stupid. My friends are not stupid. I may lack aptitude for certain subjects and live with average intelligence. So I just want a little respect from the smart guy in the room. It is not your job to educate or correct me all the time smart guy!!! I can read.

I think that it takes a genuinely smart person to hang around with average intellects that may be below their own, and not make them feel uncomfortable or stupid. If you are smart and cannot do that, go find smart friends with brains your own size and leave the rest of us alone! Don't you have a seminar to go to or some club or something...geesh.

http://www.scottberkun.com/essays/essay40.htm

http://www.cafepress.com/chickenhead/447103

Stressed You Are?

Stress. A common theme in our lives. We are no stranger to it. Stress can even dominate our exsistance. It seems to have with me, so I have been reading up on what I can do to change my life. This is what I have learned recently:

Stressors induce either fight or flight reactions, but why?
The sympathetic nervous system in your body induces your fight or flight reactions. We focus our attention to react to the stressor or danger toward the outside world to protect ourselves. It is a survival mechanism. So what happens when we as individuals constantly engage our sympathetic nervous system into a fight or flight reaction so that we can survive this chaotic, busy, face paced world? We lose the balance of engaging our parasympathetic nervous system which releases natural endorphins and relaxing chemicals into the body. We become stressed, burntout. The consistant loss of this balance causes chronic headaches, anxiety, depression, addiction, sadness, fear, tension....equivically what we call stress.

Millions face this embalance, so we search to find it through medicating ourselves with antidepressants, painkillers, drugs, sex, food, ect...because these things engage the parasympathetic systems in our bodies and make us feel "better".
But what if we were to learn how to engage this side of our nervous system at a whim, and restore that balance naturally ?

When the sympathetic nervous system is engaged you are at the ready to fight off danger...the stressors in your life...hence, the mind or body cannot relax. Physically the mind chemically will not allow positive thoughts to penetrate because it is preparing you to flee the danger or fight it. For example, your mind says you will die, you will not survive, if you are not ready. So phrases of negativity are prevalent like 'I cannot' or 'I'll never be able..'. We become depressed. When we restore the balance of engaging our parasympathetic nervous system along with the sympathetic, our brains will naturally allow positive thoughts in, along with feelings of calm, hope, happiness, and harmony. We can then become reflective about life instead of constantly and solely being reactive.

So how do we engage the parasympathetic part of ourselves without that prescription for Xanax? Many techniques can be used like becoming aware of your breathing. Concious awareness of your breathing and posture will bring forth a concious awareness of self. This can lead toward engaging those parts of the nervous sytem that will bring balance to stress naturally. Meditating, prayer, excersice, relaxation away from stressors, and diet have been found to enhance engagement of the parasympathetic. What many of you are doing by using the twelve steps in AA are teaching your bodies how to engage your parasympathetic nervous systems naturally through things like prayer and reflection.

We cannot eliminate stress, but we can find a balance that will allow us to cope with that stress more effectively by learning about engaging that parasympathetic part of our nervous systems. And it may be as simple as learning how to breath properly. Look it up. I find this fascinating.

I have a theory.....

Why men don't hear our women talking even when they have our full attention. I know I have gotten in plenty of trouble because of this, and so have most men. Ok, here we go....the fact of the matter is this, men have loud lower pitch voices that carry. We guys like to listen to the radio in the car or always have some sort of back ground noise, most of the time it's music we can tune it out because we really don't care about it. Now, some women are going to say that we don't care about their ideas or thoughts, not true. Women have a higher pitch that are melodious to men like music. It's all about programming and the way men's hearing is programmed from birth. Guys like guns, fireworks, explosions, cars, sports with yelling, and loud stereos. So, the point is guys can, just by the way we were programmed we lose the higher tone voices, a women's voice is like music to a mans ear. So, ladies try to understand that we guys do care what you have to say, but sometimes it's out of our control that we lose your words, AND BY NO MEANS DOES IT MEAN THAT WE AREN'T INTRESTED IN YOUR THOUGHTS AND IDEAS.



Now, this is only a theory. So, don't take me as someone that is a typical man's, man. I am not a man's, man. I have had this problem and I don't have an answer for why, so this could be a reason, or I'm just as full of shit as Brad is.



I'm joking Brad isn't full of shit....but his golf game is.

Sabotage Yourself - Well,...Go ahead no ones looking.

One evening I was talking to my roommate about an honesty situation and he stated that to be honest is important, but to be so brutally honest as to sabotage yourself is another. That word stuck out - "sabotage".

Ladies and Gentlemen, Brad the Matyr.

I flash back thinking about how many times I have sabotaged myself in my "honesty", and also how my silence to avoid honesty has sabotaged myself too. But I think of a few generic realms of sabotage.

1. Women. All honesty or nothing. Know me fully or don't know me at all. That was my "game". My reasoning was how - no why continue a relationship based on lies. So let me drop this one on the ladies. "I'm a 30 year old alcoholic making X amount an hour, (where X=Less than Tolerable), I smoke, don't exercise, don't eat right. I'll date you when I feel like I have the time, but at this time in my life, I am working on my career, you know, something that works. If we start dating tomorrow, we may have to go Dutch, that is unless you want to pay for me? I'm here talking to you because my friends think I need to get laid, and frankly so do I. But you're cute though. In a humble way. I'm sure you smoke too. Those yellow teeth say so. It's not so much ow you look, but more or less, how much I want to get something going. I'll tell you the truth, I think you could be really hot tonight, but I am still a loser, so, uh, nevermind the whole thing. Alrighty now, take care!" - Too honest. Sabotaged. (And no, I don't think that, nor have I ever said anything like that - But you get the point.)

2. Jobs - "Am I qualified? Of course not. Merely. But given somepaid training, I could be in a matter of time. X amount will be good for me as far as paywise. I know you didn't ask, but I thought I should let you know. By the way, I won't be working any overtime, will I?"

Etc, Etc.

I ponder the word Sabotage. I ponder Honest. I ponder Humble. I ponder Success. And I come up with ...

I guess I come up with do the best I can, be as honest as I can, and be a part of something, rather than worry about everything while doing nothing.

Did that make sense? Yeah, I didn't think so either. It's 2 am. I am sabotaging my sleep.

Prayer for the Stressed

A Prayer for the Stressed!

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I cannot accept,
and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people
I had to kill today because they ticked me off.

Help me to always give 100% at work...
12% on Monday
23% on Tuesday
40% on Wednesday
20% on Thursday
5% on Fridays.

And also, help me to be careful
of the toes I step on today
as they may be connected to the butt
I may have to kiss tomorrow.

And help me to remember...

when I'm having a really bad day,
and it seems that people are really getting under my skin,
that it takes 42 muscles to frown
and only 4 to flip them off.

Amen

Roman Numerals....

So, I'm just going to take a quick poll,

who can write the #9 in Roman Numerals?

:-)

I'll explain later

Memories of Easter and a Questionable Tradition of Materialism

Happy Easter everyone!!!

Actually, today, I woke up thinking, "What's the big deal, anyway?" This birthday is celebrating the ... resuurection of Jesus Christ? .... I'm not sure. And before you stone me, let me inform you that some people do not know. Not all people where educated on Christian history. But I didn't write this to dicsuss religion and politics. Although I may hint on it later. Who else grew up hunting Easter Eggs?

Some of the best Easter Egg hunts, in my memory, occured in our house,, during our later childhood. By that time, we were old enough to reach everywhere, and smart enough, arguably, to look anywhere.

The most memorable spots came form my dad, who had the egg hunt down to a process, a comidic art even. Here are the most memorable places we found eggs on our hunts.

1. In the toilet - The first year it was classic! It became an occasional hiding place, but needless to say, that one went straight to the trash, after being fished out with a glove or net or hanger.

2. In the kitchen sink - I mean in the sink, in the disposal, not visible to the human eye. You had to put your hand in the disposal. Just don't turn it on. And don't forget about it either.

3. Under Mom's shirt. - Let's save that one for therapy.

(Man, I had better ones than these, but as soon as I started writing this, they vanished. So these last few might be weak.)

4. I dunno know - I quit.

I'm sure y'all got some classic places.

You're too old for That!!
I loved hunting for eggs. It was right there along with Christmas and Halloween. I knew, like Christmas and Halloween, it all changes once you get older. But I had a lot of that joy come back living with Brian and Jess, and hanging with the Sunday Night crew. Jess and Brian, remember the egg hunts? OK, before I end this, most of you have heard the Easter story, but a few have not. So, here it is.

Easter Eve, 2003 or 2004, and I worked that night because it was a Saturday. I came home and hung out some, I think I probably beat Brian at Tiger Woods golf or something. Anyway, Jess and Brian crashed out (AKA - gettin busy in the other room). It was around 2 am, and I got an itch to pull out some type of prank. I wanted to have Easter Baskets out for them when they woke up. I would get them some candy, and do something funny like put the Playgirl in Brians, and the Playboy is Jessica's. I drove around but everything was closed. So I gave up, tired. I wake up in the morning and opened my door. Damn! They did it.

In the basket at my door was a Playboy - Tori Wilson form WWE (Still have it) - and other stuff including, finger puppets, and a big bottle of Cocoa Butter. Classic! Before I go, let me remind you two, who were the ones used that bottle of Cocoa Butter!

Aah, Easter in immature land. Hey, I'm like a Toys-R-Us Kid, I don't want to grow up. So fuck off! Happy Easter you cocksuckers! Have fun!

What to write...

What could I write?

What could I write? - Even to follow up Bo's Box of Wheaties - A sure retalition of something I said.

I came home and I sit here in my chair and check the blog. I'm somewhat content because in the first time in a while, I came home not feeling sick.. For a month or so, it seemed like I always felt sick. I explored it and went to the doctor. Stress was a major factor. So today, i should feel reall sick, but for some reason, I feel okay. Even a little hungry

The last 36 hours, I've been stressing about some serious financial issues. Realizing I had brought all my problems about myself, I couldn't be too pissed at the bank for the $320 in overdraft charge recently. I was left with depression, realizing all my problems arise out of myself. Sometimes, that realization really sucks ass and depresses the crap out of me. I'm getting closer and closer to just trying to resolve the problem and move on becasue I have to. But inside, my gut tightens and I lose my appetitie, because - hey, gues what, I fucked up once again. You know how tired I am of a little success being followed by a little failure? By a catharsis of happiness, being followed by a pit of dispair? By a moment of recognition being followed by a feeling of isolation?

Today, I saw my sickness, took my medicine and swallowed my pride and self pity, and did the next right thing. My feelings of doing right, don't always come right away. But I'm sure they will.

So there it is folks. Brad finally opens up the opportunity for someone to yell, "Check The Pizza!!" And I know, some of you insensitive bastards will! Can't you see I'm in pain!!
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo!!

(Runs off cryining like a ... a uh .... little gym girl! .... a balding, little gymnist ... girl ......?)

What's everyones' thought on this idea???

Before Brad decides to remove his pic: Should he or should he not; superimpose that picture over a box of Wheaties??? (**I would totally think that's the chit!)

Embrace something good or Fear the bad ?

So, things seem to be getting better in my life....Today, I rode around with my GM and she thinks I did a good job ( at least I hope she did). When we got back to the office, she gave me a key and the alarm code!

I know I should be happy and maybe HOPE that they will hire me . I'm paying on some of my bills and I've made a few new friends, so should I embrace that?

As I stated in an earlier blog post, whenever I do start feeling good, life seems to sit on my face and let out a big fat turd!! (Ok, i didn't say exactly that, but you get the gist of it). I'm scared that if I do embrace it, something will blow up in my face (i.e., my car). Yes, I know, I shouldn't think that and I shouldn't have chosen my car....but anways.......

What to do? *sigh*

... I'm to never work for a suicide hotline - So I'm told...

Monday afternoon started out normal; with the blue sky, slight breeze, and hot lunch as I arrived to work. Like clockwork, I hunt down the Houston Chronicle and flip through the pages to Sudoku (in training to defend my title with "Underwear" Haines). Not even five minutes within arriving to work I was pestered by the stomping of the left foot to the floor by my co-worker (**we'll call him Alfonso to protect his identity). Alfonso: "What's goin' on, woman?!" Suzy: "Not a damn thing. I heard you announced you lost your wedding band to your wife." Alfonso puts his head down as he shuffles back to his office. Meanwhile, I continued to complete Sudoku in about fifteen minutes, and thought to myself - "Man, that's bad. It's only a level one!" I took a moment to make sure things were squared away in master control, before stepping out to "toss the shit" with Alfonso in his office.
So there he was - slumped in his chair, with his legs kicked up on his TV stand watching "Divorce Court". Suzy: "So what's up dude, how are things going for you?" Alfonso: "Man, my life sucks. I'm broke and I ain't got a car." Suzy: "Dude, you own a house and your car's in the shop!" Alfonso: "Yeah." As I made my way through to his desk, I then asked to use his internet and logged on to whitepages.com. Alfonso continues, "Man, I can't wait for this life to get over with." I looked over to the left of his computer and spotted the photo of his wife. Suzy: "Yeah, I imagine the ol' lady was pissed..." Alfonso: "A good thing she was gone all weekend, so I didn't have to hear all that." Suzy: "Sooo... that ring costed something around 2 grand?" Alfonso: "You know something, Suzy? Don't you ever, EVER work for a suicide hotline!" I immediately put my hands to my face and burst into laughter. I went on the say in my early college years, and had considered it, but knew it just wouldn't work out. Alfonso: (as the hotline boss) "Umm... Suzy the suicide numbers have increased, we'd have to let you go..." Suzy: "Either that, or the assault charges would increase. Don't put up with abuse, man - get even!"

The end.

Lame, huh?

Who is your celebrity match?

Body: Go to this site http://www.jokesandhumor.com/tests/celebrity-love-match/love.html and take the quiz to find out which celebrity would be your best match. then post who your match is. try it out, it's fun.

Matt - Sheryl Swoopes (I'd rather take one of my alternates...nicole kidman or ashley judd)

The Art Of Monday

This morning- I woke up, see-sawed myself out of bed, stretched my legs for about 7 seconds & took the first step of my day. Upon making it to my bedroom door, I had a slight moment of feeling bloated but when I let out that first initial blast of manly perfume, I felt better. Hell, I found myself walking better! Anyway...

As I'm walking down the hall, I notice the aroma of something strange. I thought to myself, "That...can't be me". It wasn't, it was one of my Cats' just stepping out of the Cat box with one of those classic "WTF" looks on her face. "Lindsay?!", I said. "Light a match, why don't ya'!", & she replied by throwing her tail in the air as she'd walked away from me. By the time I was done with my early-morning routine of getting myself ready for work, I just knew this was gonna be a slow day. Even getting online to check mails & blogs had posed itself to be a challenge. Was I drained, already? I got plenty of sleep last night, I think...'specially since I'd been all alcohol'd up yesterday at my cousins. That shit was great, though!

Now, I'm home from work & although I find it harder to type the books I used to, I'm here creating this blog post, trying NOT to seem like the little man on a Totem Pole. Many thanks to the moderator or...whatever you call them, these days, for inviting me. But the point of my pointlessness is that I wanna find out if it's just me or if Monday's really ARE the worst days of the week. It seems like they go so slow, for me. Are there any others feeling the same way?

T.U.T. - Ultimate Challenge

OK, folks! Here we are! The first Annual T.U.T.!!! (Is there an echo in here?)

Ladies and gentleman, The Ultimate Tournament knows no bounds, no mainstream. If you eat, you compete. If you're golf game is sweet, you compete. If your Sudoku board and erase-free, in pen, and neat! - You compete! If you could have got your head shaved in a wrestling match years ago, and you got beat, you compete.

Whatever the game,
We don't care how lame,
We'll put you in the ring,
(That is unless you sing! -
Then take your ass on AI,
We won't ask why?

In our first round - Matt "Asian Cowboy" Shin annihilated the competition, Jessica Adam - AKA ... Ms. Kitty KC., and became the first of the five way cage match - with no rules, no pattern, no sense, and no point - but to simply entertain!

The Killer B's - Brad "Underwear" Haines, and Big Bo Brinson teamed up to win the worst karaoke contest in the Pine Forest Bracket, but now have decided to face each other in the five way cage match due to a difference in language! Well, aint that a fuckin' bitch! Welcome numbers 2 and 3.

Suzy "Sudoku Master" Herrera came in as number four with her astounding use of numbers - no erasers needed! She is challenging Underwear Haines Her Way in a triple threat situation. In her corner is Mr. Hand. (Mr. Hand is in my corner - but not that way! ; - ))

And finally, on the last wall of death in the cage match - Brian "Mr. KillJoy" Adam. Ms Kitty KC will be in his corner cheering him on as he defends his golfing title and the right to smack talk anytime. What's that? He says he already has that right. KillJoy is endorsed by the National Republican Campaign Fund.

And Our Judges today -

Jay "Vinny" Landers has years of experience. Vinny was present during the first hair match, has shared many challenges with us, and is a viable, normal person - which qualifies him to judge this competition. Jay works as a software systems analysis by day and does hotel maids by night!

Our second Judge, Queen Bri - "atch" Becker. Bri is the Queen, she teaches drama and serves up ass-whoopings all day long to kids who need 'em. Bri will me our Superior Judge - having the final say if our decsion comes to a tie or dispute.

Our Last Judge - Craigee "Di-"Vars"ity. Divarsity is a qualified smack talker and will be tallying the smack talk points during this match up. Divarsity owns his own company and is here because - well he owns his own company and could take the time off because - he makes his own hours.

Our Referees - Big John from the UFC, and Glenn - who will let us know when we hit below the belt! (joking Glenn - please keep reading! :) )

OK, here we go, get your voice ready to scream and cheer,
don't drop your pants, brother, drop the beer!
Rant and rave, but mostly enjoy the match!

Lllllllllladies and gentlemennn!!
Lllllllllletttsssss get ready to ruuuummmmbbbbbbllllleeeeee!!!!!1

Big John: You ready? (to Asian Cowboy who nods yes)

Big John: You ready? (to Big Bo Brinson who nods yes)

Big John: You ready? (to Sudoku Master who nods yes)

Big John: You ready? (to Kill Joy who nods yes)

Big John: You ready? (to Underwear who nods yes)

Big John: Let's Get it on!!

(what will happen?.... tune in for shot by shot details and analysis and later for the winner announcing of The Ultimate Tournament)

Who Are You?

OK, so everyone looks like someome else. Look-alikes and dopplegangers!
Who are you?
(You smart asses and intellects who say I am me, play along anyway!)
Who have people said you looked like or acted like or reminded them of?
Movie stars, political figures, cartoons, rock stars, cerial killers, porn stars, athletes, whatever.
Here's some of mine,

Who I have been told I look like.
David Carr
JFK Jr
Lyle Lovett

Who I have been told I acted like.
Chandler (friends)

The relative I have been told I look like the most:
My brother
My dad - younger of course. (and here's the wierd thing - I saw my dad's yearbook years ago - and he rolled up his sleeves like I did, had a similiar haircut, played on the golf team like I did, and smoked in college like I did.

I'd love to hear yalls input.

Did someone shoot Matt?

Hey Matt? You still out there man? Did someone finally fucking shoot you?

Sure, you get shot, the rest of us have to put up with this life!

It's not all that bad. Sometimes, I get to go golfng.

OK, Not nuch point to this blog. It's late Friday night, I got home from work and I'm winding down. Too tired to stay up and too awake to crash. So I wanted to bug you fine chaps. So, I'll give yall some questions and updates.

Susie - Watch out sister, I'm finishing Sudoku in record times! They need a higher difficulty than 5. Like 6.

Jess, Brian - everyone wants yall BOTH to come down in May!

Jay - Howz' dem teeth? Fuckin hate root canals - and going to the dentist for that point.

Bri - 30 days left?

Bo - Hair match is on after ringing the bell on me again! You got weight, but I got age and insanity!!

Craigo - or is it Craigee? Man do I miss the Mel days sometimes. We should go pick up that old drunk again?

Matt - You're not dead I assume. So - wassup brother!

Everyone else - Fuckoff! Just joking - don't get your panties in a bunch. If you're visiting here, welcome. we all love you. But as you see, don't talk bad to us, we have very frail but very big egos here. We don't think twice to spit out "Check The Pizza".

121 Blogs! Wow! And you said we had no social life!

(...Who's "you"?)

OK, I'm winding down now, my crazy rants are over. For Now.

Qoutables:

"Surely, you must be joking!"

"I'm not joking, and quit calling me Shirley?"

What movie?

"AIRRAID! AIRRAID, YOU FRESHMAN BITCHES!!! AIRRAID!!!"

"Welcome to high school honey."

What movie?

"The price is wrong! ... Bitch!"

What movie?

The Ya-Ya Sisterhood=Two Dollars

The one thing that this book, The Ya-Ya Sisterhood, is good for besides the story making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside...blech....is that when you get half way through and decide its not worth reading anymore because you have already seen the movie and use your last two dollars because you can't find anything to use as a bookmark (in case you do start to read it again oneday)....and then three years later when you are packing to move to a different city, you find this book and open it to find that last two dollars from way back when...that's a cool feeling.

Who can tell me what movie this line is from, no hints. If you know, you are cool in my book.

"I want my two dollars!"

More shit...

So, I wake up this morning thinking that MAYBE, I'll be able to embrace the day as a good one....and for the first 1/2, it wasn't bad. Work went by quickly, had lunch and saw an old friend, then was getting a/c fixed in my car.

5 hours in the heat (b/c the garage I went to had no lounge for customers), they tell me that it's still not fixed. After replacing the compressor, they tried to vacuum all the air out so they can put some of the freon (or whatever the hell it's called now) in....well, low and behold....i've got a freakin leak in the hose, and they can't get me a price on that b/c all their distributors are all ready closed.

FUCK THIS DAMN SHIT AND SOMEONE JUST FUCKING SHOOT ME

Save Me A Slice

One thing, holy crap!

As Joe Schmoe said "What is going on here?!"

'So You had a bad day'

I know everyone here likes to bitch and rant, we all do. I'm suprised at some of the writings, impressed and full of thought. KillJoy and Cowboy - you guys have really poured out some deep stuff. What I like is the honesty.

"I'm bitching - today sucks - no comments please!"

Cowboy, your last piece, I won't give you any response on - as far as advice. I will tell you I've been almost exactly there. I have a journal entry - many of them - that almost read word to word exactly what you wrote. Almost word to word. I was amazed at that. But I haven't written those words in a while. (Although I still feel them at moments).

Killjoy, writing your own obituary. Besides scaring Bri! - I enjoyed it. Not the you being dead part - that would totally suck. Just the writing style and honesty.

Push-Button Publishing. It's making writers and thinkers out of us at times.

I am in the myst of doing a lot of free lance work - so I am trying to visit here ressponsibly, but I wanted to say, CHECK THE PIZZA! And save me a slice, God knows this pink cloud will be gray someday and I will turn to you fine folks to get a pick me up!

Til then, peace out brothers annd sisters!

Silly Buttons!!

Why is life so.........

Disclaimer: I DO NOT CARE FOR THE OPINION OF ANYONE NOT LISTED WITHIN THIS BLOG. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, YOU CAN AMUSE YOURSELF, BUT PLEASE DON'T RESPOND. KNOW THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR OPINION!!!


Why is life so......damned difficult?
Why is life so......full of heartaches and pitfalls?
Why is life so......hard to plan for?

Why is it when we want the simple things in life that it never happens?

Life these days is decent, but why do I always want the things that I can't have? No, I don't mean money, fame, cars, etc., I mean, a hand to hold, someone to hold.....friends to hang out with without having to worry about tomorrow....about jobs or how to pay for next month's rent. Am I just looking for too much in life these days? Should I lower my standards and just settle? I know I shouldn't lower my standards, but it's getting harder and harder not to. I can see why/how some of my former friends have done the same. I'm tired of always being the one holding the short end of the stick. I'm tired of most women taking advantage of my generosity and my kindness, but I don't know how to be the 'bad boy'. I'm stuck in a point of my life, and I don't know how the hell to get out of this rut. I don't know enough people around here to go start some new hobby, i.e. bike club, or anything like that. I don't have enough friends that 1) don't have sigificant others (no, not a shot at anyone), 2)aren't time consumed by work and/or school or 3)or trust enough that I could count on them with my life, if need be (i.e. getting drunk and counting on them to take care of me).

Some of you may be thinking (especially the ones who DON'T know me), "Man, just get over it, stop your bitching and moaning and do something about it!!" To you, I say fuck off!! If you've never had a point in your life where you didn't question what the hell is going on, then you're not really LIVING a life. That means you're proabably just coasting through life...and probably on someone's else's money (i.e. daddy or mommy). Yes, I know life's hard, but it'd be nice to catch a break once in a while.

As the lyrics in one of my favorite songs goes, ".....not even diamonds, just a little gold....."

*sighs*

Well, I suppose I'll get off of this little soap box. Hopefully, tomorrow I'll feel better and won't give this another thought......

Night all.

Dang!

It's 85 degrees inside our apt and theres damn flies in here!

shit!

We come here today to pay our respect to the life of Brian.

Brian Adam was born on April 29, 1977. He passed away early this Sunday morning at the age of 28 for reasons unknown. He marched to the tune of a different drummer. We know that he walked around with a smile and a warm word to all those he met. During his short life he wore many shoes. For a time he wasn't the person that we all know and love now. He did have troubles in his life. After all, how did he hide that silver spoon that he was born with? For those that knew him and loved him, seeing him turn his life around was a blessing that was cut short.

Brian is survived by his loving wife Jessica Adam, daughter Abigail Adam, father Lewis Adam, mother Merita Adam, grandmother Marry Spencer, grandma Willie, and grandfather Jesse. They wish him a happy reunion with his brother Jesse Bradley Adam in heaven.

The services will be held at the Mt. Moriah cemetery on April 4th, 2006 at 4pm. Donations will be accepted for the grieving family.

The problem with me.

The problem I see in myself is the fact that I set my goals to high. I see what I want and it may be at the bottom of the ocean, but that won't stop me from wanting and trying to get it. I don't think about how. I guess that is my biggest problem. Now that I have a job, enrolling in school, being a dad, having a wife, and planning for a bright tomorrow, how do I do it all? First I have resolved myself that this is what I want more than anything; but then what? My whole life I have just let life happen around me, I didn't plan, I didn't think ahead, and I have some how come out alright. How that happened is a question I don't have an answer for. To be quite honest I wasn't the best of guys before I met back up with Jessica and Brad. Now, I have turned that part around, but I'm at a loss on how to live a fruitful life. I see where I want to be, but I don't see the path. To be honest with everyone here, I'm a little tired of people thinking I'm always happy and in a good mood because, I'm not. I'm not on the inside. I do keep a lot of things inside and away from the world. I figure that they are my problems and no one else really wants to hear it. How ever I am wrong, and here I am spilling my doubts and worries here to you fine folks. This isn't the only problem I have with myself, but we'll take one at a time here. I guess the question is: How does life happen?

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