Hampton Inn Suites suite

Some fancy smancy towel folding in our Hampton Inn suite bathroom. Yes, I'm easily impressed.

Childhood flashback

I’m sitting on the back porch of my new rental house. We just moved in on Thursday and have been going through all of our one hundred bins of packed shit to see what we can/need to bring into the house. This place is much smaller than the duplex we just moved into and then out of. The duplex was a 3 bedroom, 2 bath, kitchen, dining room, living room and small back patio/yard. This house is a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, small kitchen, small breakfast nook, dining room, living room, two-car garage that can barely fit a car through the doors and a pretty nice sized back yard for the kids to play in. Which is what they are doing now and have been doing so since Friday.

This is what brought me to the flashback. I am sitting on the porch watching them play with a dodge ball-type ball. My oldest is repeatedly throwing the ball on top of the garage roof and letting it roll down. It reminded me of the two-car garage at my parents’ house. I would throw tennis balls, basket balls or any kind of ball, really, on top of the roof and try to catch it before it hit the ground.

Most days I would do it after getting home from elementary school and usually my dad wasn’t home. If he was, he’d be yelling through the kitchen window at me saying, “Hey boy, don’t be throwing the ball up on my roof! You are going to make it leak!”

I would always think to myself, especially when I got older, “How the hell am I going to make the roof leak with a freakin’ tennis ball or a rubber ball or even a basket ball?” If a tennis ball could trash our roof, what the hell would a big wind or thunder storm going to do to it?

Parents?!?! They are crazy some times. It's a good thing I'm one now to reset the status quo.

A couple of pictures for entertainment

I just moved for the 3rd time in as many months but I still have to unpack and sort my stuff with the wifey.

I don't have internet at the new place yet. It's not being hooked up until the 1st or 3rd. I moved in the new place a few days early which was a good thing. I'm at work getting free high-speed internet.

Anyway, after this, I'll probably be back in a few days if they get me hooked up on my DSL at home.

Caption: Look at these sneakers! This girl has no fashion sense at all. I can barely stand to look at her, she's so uncoordinated.

Caption: Sorry guys...but the vote is in, and yes...without a doubt...this is the MAN OF THE YEAR!

More stupid news updates

There is a vote a-brewing in these here parts of Texas.

A proposal has been submitted for voting to change the city of White Settlement, Texas to West Settlement, Texas.

Apparently the city was named such back in the old western days to separate the whites from the redskins...I mean Indians (pc).

Give me a freaking break! Granted it had a reason to the naming back then but nowadays it's just a city name!

The country of America is going to shit! All these races are bitching about centuries old historical biases. Don't we have more immediate problems, like AIDS, cancer, bird flu and bad drivers?

F-ing morons in the world!

Next thing you know we are renaming Red Bird Mall, Red River, White Plains, White Sands, Yellowstone, White Rock.

Why stop there? Let's change black-eyed pea, blackberry (the fruit and PDA), black tea.

You get the ridiculousness of it all, don't you?

Bushisms

Can the English language survive?

"The vast majority of our imports come from outside the country."
- George W. Bush

"If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."
- George W. Bush

One word sums up probably the responsibility of any Governor, and that one word is 'to be prepared'"
- George W. Bush

"I have made good judgments in the past. I have made good judgments in the future."
- George W. Bush

"The future will be better tomorrow."
- George W. Bush

"We're going to have the best educated American people in the world."
- George W. Bush

"I stand by all the misstatements that I've made."
- George W. Bush

"We have a firm commitment to NATO, we are a part of NATO. We have a firm commitment to Europe We are a part of Europe."
- George W. Bush

"Public speaking is very easy."
- George W. Bush

"A low voter turnout is an indication of fewer people going to the polls."
- George W. Bush

"We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur."
- George W. Bush

"For NASA, space is still a high priority."
- George W. Bush

"Quite frankly, teachers are the only profession that teach our children."
- George W. Bush

"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it."
- George W. Bush

"It's time for the human race to enter the solar system."
- George W. Bush

And something to be REALLY worried about:



God help America!

A blast from the past

Oh, when things were so simplistic...

Cheeto, Italy

My Cheeto looks like the boot of Italy...

 

ScienTOMogy.com - an interesting web site

Visit this web site: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ScienTOMogy

It's quite entertaining and informative in the sense that you can just see that Tom is losing it or something. Maybe it's part of being a Thetan Level 12 or whatever. He has to spread the word of Scientology like the Jehovah's Witnesses I see riding their bikes in the blistering heat or the freezing cold in their "men-in-black" suits. Poor guys!

I don't follow this but I see bits and pieces of the craziness. He seems to have an "I'm Tom, God of Hollywood and professor of Scientology, hear my bidding!"

In one of the interviews, he tells the reporter that he has stepped out of line. I'd say, "piss off, Tom, you big-nosed, horse-toothed monkey ass!" So, I'd lose the interview but then I would start a black-balling scheme to get every journalist to NOT interview Mr. Scientology! Let's see how well his movies would do then!

I don't watch the movies he is in to see him. I think the movies, if they are indeed good movies, would be viewable if they had any other good actor playing the starring role. Sean Connery makes a good Bond. Tom Cruise wouldn't. Matt Damon did a great Jason Bourne but could also match if not outdo Cruise's Ethan Hunt.

My opinion but I'm just sick of actors/actresses getting this "holier than thou" attitude because they are rich and influential. Tom says he loves everyone and truly, deeply cares about everyone -- (finger pointing) You, you and you! -- but does he adopt any needy child from a third world country or even within this country like Angelina Jolie? Has he truly helped any people like he claims to have "helped many get off drugs"? How come we haven't seen or heard from any of these mysteriously helped people? Did Tom go down to New Orleans and help pull people to safety like the better-than-thou-but-I'll-get-dirty-to-show-I-do-care Sean Penn?

Don't think so!

Oh well. Put a fork in me. I'm done!

What a moron!

I heard/read, can't remember which and don't care enough to find out, that Tom Cruise is a "traditional guy and doesn't want his child borne out of wedlock."

But it's okay to have pre-marital SEX.

I love traditionals!

MORON!

Holy freakin' canoli

I got my test paper back for exam II in my economics class. I was sure I made at least an 80 percent. I was sure of it even though I missed two classes because of sickness and then moving.

I go to the front of the class to get my paper from the prof and what did I get...

56

Can you believe that? I suck! I crossed a couple of formulas on one work problem but all in all I aced the work problems. It was the friggin', frackin' multiple choice that I sucked hard on. Out of 15 multiple choice questions, I got 8 wrong.

Fucking sucks! Pardon my French!

I guess it's time for a student-teacher conference to see how much I really do suck!

PISS!

Today I am  

Boogers

I wonder if they can get DNA from boogers?

I guess I'll have to call CSI.

Email humor 10/20/2005

MICHELIN MAN DENIES PATERNITY SUIT

...CLAIMS CHILD IS NOT HIS

Bangkok City Thai Restaurant

Do you like Thai food? This is Bangkok City Restaurant. We've eaten here a couple of times. It's good. If you are ever in Dallas near Greenville Avenue and SMU Boulevard, visit this place. You won't be disappointed.

Grumpy Bear

Some days this is how I feel.
On these days, the wife calls me "grumpy bear".

Happy 10th Anniversary

Today is our 10^th anniversary of being married.

We've been together for 16 years! High-school sweethearts. Only been with each other—if you know what I mean.

How many people can say that!?

So...

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY ANNIE!

You heard it here first

The finger twitch started early this morning while I was driving.

I haven't noticed the brow twitch for a few days now. Maybe it's making it's way through the right side of my body and then it'll leave - OR - it'll jump to the left side and leave.

So, if it is Parkinson's you heard it hear first!

I'm getting old...and Parkinson's

I think I'm seeing the first sign(s) of having Parkinson's.

Isn't that what Michael J. Fox has?

Anyway, my brow above my right eye has been occasionally twitching the past week or two. My wife says it's just from being tired and exhausted. Which could be quite true since I haven't rested well since we moved into Shawn's for the month. A few days after we moved in is about when it started.

Now, today I've got this finger twitch with the pointer finger of my right hand. I can hold my hand out and it will twitch like I'm tapping something with just that finger. This very well could be from the bad posture and environment that I type in while I'm at work. I'm sure I'm not ergonomically correct at my desk.

This is all I need. Here I thought I'd die by 68 years old from a heart attack or high blood pressure but to lose control of my muscles, twitching uncontrollably and then going crazy was not something I wanted to go through. Well, neither is a heart attack or anything else but you get my meaning.

Hopefully, once we move into our own place and we aren't sharing one room for four people, the eye twitch will stop. Then I can see what is causing this finger twitch but it's been just going on today. I think.

Sucks getting old!

Nearing burn out

I'm taking an economics class this fall term. Yes. It's just one class. Shut up!

I'm not burning out from taking class. I'm burning out from class being stretched over 3 1/2 to 4 months! Not just this class, but ANY class.

Yes, I did bitch about my summer class being every day, two hours a day for thirty days but at least it was done in thirty days. Actually, it was more like twenty-two.

I'm a bitcher and complainer about college. Deal with it!

Anyway, I think they should split the traditional two-term (fall/spring) semesters into four semesters. So the fall semester is split into two and ditto for the spring. Econ I taken in early fall term and Econ II taken in late fall term. That way people are done sooner AND the classes don't drag on and on and on and on....

Simple, right?!

Of course, if it is a campus like the one I work for, it's all about the money. So, four semesters would mean that the school is getting the same amount of money (basically) but in a shorter amount of time. So, instead of an undergrad degree taking the traditional four years. Theoretically, it could be completed in two years. This means that the university gets money over two years instead of four years.

Is this good or bad? I guess it depends. In my eyes, it would be good for me as a student to get done quicker. It also allows a student to have enjoyed a class instead of reaching mid-term burn out and wishing the class that used to be fun and/or interesting would just die an untimely death!

I guess I'd better get to studying for my test that I have tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. I haven't studied and I am not feeling very confident about getting a decent grade. I'm shooting for 70. It's passing and I'll take it.

So, now I'm going to study...no, I'm not...yes, I am...no, I am not...yes, I am.

See my dilemma?!

Email 10/17/2005

Those that know me appreciate my sick humor...I think.

Ouch!

This looks like it had to hurt. If basketball players took this kind of abuse, they may actually be worth the outrageous salaries they are receiving.

An amazing marketing tool or a waste of money?

I was driving down a road today...no particular road…and I saw something that makes me think, “As a business is it really worth it and/or as an employee is it really worth it?”

Picture this:

You are driving down a street – probably commercial more than residential – and you see two gas stations on opposite sides of the street from each other. The stations are identical (same gas price, same pumps available, same convenience, etc.) except one says Shell and the other Chevron.

As you get closer to the stations, you see the only other difference is there is a person (employee) at Chevron standing near the curb of the street waving to you in some costume – like a clown, cowboy, monkey or star.

Excluding any bias on which name brand you prefer, which gas station would you pull in to fill your tank?

Would you be drawn to Chevron because of the costumed employee or would you eenie-meenie-minie-mo it?

And...

How does Chevron know it was more profitable for them to pay a person $5.00 or more an hour to stand on the street waving to potential customers? They really can’t compare unless Shell is willing to share their daily number for the same day. That would give them some sort of monetary comparison like Shell got 50 customers but Chevron got 150. I would think that the monkey-suited person brought in the extra customers if there was not brand preference.

And...

Is it really worth it to the employee to stand in 70 degree to 100 degree heat in an animal costume that could cause heat exhaustion and suffocating breathing? Not to mention, the finger-pointing and teasing that would probably come from his family, friends and passers-by.

It really doesn’t bother me but it was something that popped in my head while I was driving today. I don’t need an answer but it makes one think about what is “worth it” and what may not be.

Random, I know.

My way is Hanes her way...

Jennifer looks good here but I don't think she is wearing Hanes. I'm not sure she's even wearing her own body.

Um, Jennifer Love Hewitt can have her way...with me anytime. I don't think the wife will really mind.

Aromas of the day

Things I have smelled/smelt (depending on your perceived level of English correct-ness) during my day:

1) Golden sugar puffs (off-brand cereal of Sugar Smacks) while peeing in the urinal. I had them for breakfast.

2) Creed cologne because I'm wearing it.

3) Serious body odor stank while sitting in the student center during lunch. The guy behind me was of Middle Eastern descent. Freakin' nasty ass smell!

4) Halls cough drops because I'm sick. They smell WAY better than the guy at lunch!

I think that is about all I can smell since my nose is a little stopped up now.

Please give this couple a mental competency exam

News story here while it lasts.

16 children. Insane.

I guess if her God wouldn't want her to have them then she wouldn't be able to bear them anymore.

Note to self:  When visiting Arkansas, don't drink the water. In fact, fast for the time I'm in Arkansas.

More hatin' on people

Why do bloggers on blogger.com decide to not re-enable the "NEXT BLOG" button on their blog?

It's annoying as fu...dgebars!

I am a "next blog" surfer. I hate it when I click to the next blog and all of a sudden my special button is missing. I have to hit the back button on my browser and then click NEXT BLOG again.

I understand that people are creating/using other templates but there is a very simple code you can input to re-enable this very functional button.

What is funny is that I almost never read the blog that I come to that doesn't have the NEXT BLOG button. I think it's mainly because I am pissed that the button is gone so I have a sort of personal vendetta to NOT read their blog. It's my way of getting back at them. So there!

Stupid, I know. But only if I could reach through my computer and thump that bastage on the forehead for not having my button on his/her blog!

More reasons why I cannot play with knives, forks, spoons or vacuum cleaners.

Please use UPPER and LOWER case letters

I am a web editor/database manager in the campus office for which I work. We have this information request form that at the very beginning of the form says in BIG, BOLD, RED letters, "Please use UPPER and LOWER case letters".

And yet I still get nimrods and morons using all caps or all smalls. You would think these ignoramuses would realize that they are basically filling out a mailing label for them to receive information in the postal mail. But noooooooo...these people are dipsticks!

What's even worse is occasionally I'll get someone that uses all upper case for the three fields of Firstname, Middlename and Lastname and then they'll fill the address lines correctly. Or vice versa.

These people need to share whatever the hell it is that they are smoking!

Now, most of these people are foreign. I say "foreign" in the sense that they are either in another country or they have been in the US for, say, two years or less. I can let it go for the first but not the latter. If you've been here for 1-2 years, you should know what the hell UPPER and LOWER case means. Hell, I shouldn't even have to spell it out for you!

So, I have to clean these people's information before creating the mailing label. Which infuriates me to no end. I wish I could just select their name and delete them from the database. Because once a moron, always a moron!

Another reason why I should not own a gun!

Not just a man, nor just an ape but an APEMAN!

I do not think that ANY words can fully describe what this picture does to my stomach.

Nevertheless, I had to share!

Enjoy!

Bush helps?

Caption:  "Um...how do you use a hammer again?
Just swing back and then forward?
What am I supposed to hit with it? A nail?
Oh yeah, okay. I think I got it now."

More Confucious says...

Went to one of my kids' favorite restaurants today after we saw "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" at the dollar movie theater.

My oldest child got this..."You would make a good lawyer." It's funny and fitting because we are always telling her this because she's always asking questions like "how", "when", "why", "what" and "where". She thought it was quite funny too because of this.

My youngest got like a book of a fortune that I cannot remember. It wasn't fitting at all, at least I think.

Anyway, I got two in my cookie. Is that a sign in itself? Anyway, one said, "Good news will come to you from far away" and the other said, "You have an ability to sense and know higher truth."

So, basically, my good news came from a Chinese fortune cookie telling me that if it looks like shit and smells like shit, it must be shit and I have the power to know this!

:-0

Zuma is addicting

Play ZUMA it is fun. I just play the free one which basically repeats the same four maps for four stages.

I've played the downloaded version too but not completely. I refuse to pay for this type of entertainment.

The 'N' word

Why is the ‘N’ word – you know, nigger – bleeped out in movies that are played on network television?

Honky, cracker, chink or spic isn’t bleeped. The latter two words have just as much history and derogatory inflection but I guess they aren’t as wide-scale? I don’t know.

I used to work with this black guy at my previous job. We talked about the ‘N’ word spoken between white/black and black/black. He told me that black people call each other “nigger” or primarily, “nigga”. That’s the cool term, in his words. But a white person can ONLY call a black person “nigga”.

Maybe it’s kind of like how I refer to my guy friends as “bitch”, “whore”, “slut”, “cock munch” or pretty much any other term of friendship endearment. I guess those don’t have historical inflection of racial injustices?

I’m not sure why “bitch” and “dammit” aren’t bleeped from movies either but I’m not a part of the FCC.

Just a thought since I was watching some movie that was bleeping and not bleeping certain words.

Smallville

I’m sitting here watching a rerun of Smallville.

I’m not sure why they decided to make Lex Luthor and Clark Kent be good friends, friendly and then eventually arch enemies.

They should have just started out as enemies but that’s just me.

Tune in for more randomness later.

Cop or criminal? Hard to tell.

I’m sure I mentioned this before but I work on a college campus. Today, the weather is quite cool. I’m sure it’s not more than 60 degrees F.

I was just walking back from getting me a sandwich at the student center when I saw a white Ford explorer with the campus logo on the driver and passenger doors drive by. Behind the wheel was a black woman with a black knitted cap. If I didn’t know who she was, I would have thought someone had just stolen a campus security vehicle. I could just see her from the shoulder up. She could be wearing something to designate that she was a security officer below shoulder view but I couldn’t see it.

It was just kind of funny to me how 1) none of the students would care 2) none would notice any difference and 3) how any ethnic person (male or female) could be profiled just by the way they dress. Like I said, she had that “burglar-look”.

So there you go, another random thought...

Cold weather seems to bring out the Ugg-ly

A cold front came in yesterday evening. The temperature isn’t expected to get above mid-70s for a week. Any longer than that, the weather man can’t predict. Not like they predict correctly anyway. The cold front was supposed to come in Wednesday evening with serious rain but nothing. It was hot and not a drop of water in sight. This morning we had cool weather and misting rain.

I was on my way to class and I saw the appearance of the first Ugg back on campus. Well, the first one I’ve seen. It was on the feet of this beautiful blonde coed wearing a pair of tight-fitting acid-wash jeans. The jean legs were tucked into the Ugg boot. She was downright hot!

After class, I saw the exact opposite of the “good” Ugg. This girl was fairly attractive as well. She was wearing a flowing mini-type skirt with a tight-fitting sweatshirt. The skirt was about mid-thigh and the Uggs reached between mid-calf and knee. What they did for her legs was to make it look like they were trunks. Like the width of her leg was the same from knee to foot. It was odd looking and not very appealing at all. Now if she was wearing the Uggs with a loin cloth and string top, it might have looked much better.

So, there is an example of two attractive females with two different dress styles that either maintained their attractiveness or lowered it down a few notches. But don’t get me wrong, I would still have any kind of “relations” either of them would want. LOL!

So, that’s my metro-sexual thought of the day.

Email humor 10/07/2005

Doctor to man: “As part of your check up, we need to test you for prostate cancer.”

Man to doctor: “I heard you check that by sticking a finger in my butt.”

Doctor to man: “We don’t have to any more. We can draw blood and test for the cancer.”

Man to doctor: “Can you still stick a finger in my butt?”

Doctor is speechless.

What does your mommy do?

“She’s a psycho-ologist,” said the oldest child, an eight-year old third grader.

Moving sucks

And moving one year later is worse

This is about the size of my new living quarters - minus the wings and tent posts.
:-(
Me, my wife and two kids share a bedroom roughly this size. It's about 12 x 12. I'm grateful to my friend for housing me in my time of transition from leaving the flea/fly hell hole to my new rental abode. We do get access to the rest of his house but I try to stay out of their way (my friend and his wife) because I know what an inconvenience "guests" aka "evacuees/refugees" can be. Hopefully, they'll have the rental house I'm moving to ready a lot sooner than they expected...like by next week!









It's a whole lot better than living in a cardboard box!

Nose hairs

Have you ever picked your nose and pulled long hairs instead? It's not really picking your nose like sticking a finger up it. It's like when you grab the edge of a nostril between thumb and forefinger just to twick it a little bit. You aren't picking per se, just testing the waters in a sense. Instead of a simple test, you get an eye-watering tug of a hair.

Anyway, I do this on occasion and sometimes I catch ahold of these mondo-long nose hairs. Where or how they got in my nose is amazing enough but to have them get that far without knowing it is even more awe inspiring. LOL! At my age, sometimes they are all white or half white/half black.

Now that's a random thought.

Stars versus Avalanche. Oh my freaking gawd!

After a whole day and a week before that of packing my shit and moving it to a storage facility, I went to the final preseason game for the Dallas Stars on Saturday. And dude, it was well worth the wait!

My wife got four tickets from a student that she tutors. He's been a long-time tutoree(?) and his father seems to be a nice guy. His father purchased season tickets to the Stars and offered up some tickets to my wife. She said "hell yeah" on my behalf. On Wednesday, the tutor guy asked if we'd like to go to the game on Saturday against the Avalanche even though it's just a preseason game. I said, "I don't care if it's a preseason game. I'd still go!" Well, he made a call to his father and Thursday morning at 6:45 a.m. there is a knock on my door at the shit-hole duplex. I was wondering "who the hell?" I opened the door and it was the FedEx guy with a delivery for my wife. I signed for it and gave it to her. She opened it and saw that they were the tickets to the game. Woohoo!

Later on in the day, the wife looked up the seating chart for the stadium for the game on the internet. Little did I realize, until then, how close we'd be sitting. Row H, center ice. Each ticket had the price of $135 printed on it. The wife was excited and the kids would be surprised and excited to go - the kids weren't told yet, hence the surprise.

Well, Thursday I had to take a vacation day from work to move a bunch of shit and then Shawn came over around 1 p.m. to get the couch and twin bed frames because he was taking them to his house. We didn't want to throw away a good, leather hide-a-bed couch and twin bed frames and he could bomb them since he doesn't have kids. Anyway, he said he came by to help me move not just to get the furniture we were giving him. Miracles never cease! I'm glad they don't because he actually helped out quite a bit with his truck.

Friday came around and I had to move more shit and take another vacation day. Shawn wasn't able to help that day because he had to work and work late. I pretty much got everything moved that needed to be moved by 8:30 p.m. that night. I left a few things that we were giving to the landlord's porter. A porter is basically a helper/ready-man for rental properties. We asked the landlord if we could be out by Saturday because Shawn had to work like I said all night Friday and he needed to get the couch and twin bed frames but couldn't do so until Saturday. I was going to play tennis Saturday and then come back to move the final stuff and take out the trash. With being sick (I missed Monday and Tuesday of work because I was hacking loogies that I could launch about 10 feet) and tired (even though I was sick I still had to move shit those days as well), I decided to stay home and try to sleep in a little bit.

So, Saturday morning/early afternoon Shawn and I moved shit until about 3:30 p.m. We had to finish early because I assumed the game was at 7:30 p.m. About this time, the wife said she didn't feel like going to the game and the kids didn't seem too interested either. I asked the kids and they said they'd rather stay home at Shawn's. I think mainly because they have a dog and my kids have begged for one for the longest time. Also, they have been a little under the weather so it may not be such a bad idea for them to stay home. I verified with the kids and they said they'd rather stay home. I asked Shawn if he wanted to go. He said, "hell yeah!" We called asked Rob if he wanted to go and he said, "hell yeah" too! That left me a fourth ticket for which I didn't have a person to offer it to.

I called my friend, Keith, to see if he could go on the spur of the moment. He checked with his wife and she wasn't too happy about it but said, "go ahead and go!" He didn't know how to take that. Was it a "go ahead and go you bastard and I will be mad for a few days" or was it a "go ahead and go but I really want you to stay"? He asked again and she said, "just go!" So, he said, "I'll meet you out there at the DART station to ride to the American Airlines Center."

Cool, the four attendees were set.

About 6:15 p.m. the wife got out the tickets and she saw that the time on them said "7:00 p.m." Holy shit! We are going to miss the first period! Shawn, Rob and I rode to the DART station. I told them to go ahead and go because they shouldn't have to miss it since I didn't get the time straight. I'd wait for Keith and we'd head out there as soon as he arrived.

Keith finally showed up around 7 p.m. I bought him a transit pass like I did Rob just in case they'd need it. During a game day, sometimes they check for the passes on the train and sometimes they don't. We jumped on the train and headed to the game. I know they built a train track to the AAC but didn't know if it left from the West End or Union Station stop. We rode down to Union Station. I checked around to see if there was anyone to help but there wasn't. Shawn just happened to call me and asked where we were. I told him where we were and he said, "Dude, we just walked from West End." I said, "I know but Keith is complaining that it must be like a 20-minute walk." Lazy freakin' ass. Shawn said, "The first period is about over and I'm hungry so when you get here could you buy me a drink and some food on your way to the seats?" I said, "Funny!" He said, "These seats are so good that I don't want to leave them!" So, Keith and I rode back to West End. We were going to walk if I couldn't find the game train. I saw some transit cops and asked them about the Victory train - that's what it's called. They said it leaves the West End stop and it's destination sign is black versus red or blue like the normal trains.

About ten minutes later, the train shows up and drops us off almost on the door step to the AAC. We walk about 50-100 feet to the entrance and lucky for us the path to our seats was right in front of the same entrance. Things were looking up! We go to our seats and man, they were pretty friggin' sweet! About eight rows from the glass just above the top of the glass so the glass doesn't distort your view at angle shots. Amazing, just simply amazing!

The second period was about two minutes away from starting so I ran back to the concessions to get something to eat and drink. I bought Shawn, Rob and myself a personal pizza, a Diet Coke for me and Dr Pepper for Shawn and Rob to share if they wanted. They were ecstatic as well. Free tickets and food, who wouldn't be? I figured with all Shawn's help and accommodating us for a month it was the least I could do. Rob just happened to be able to reap some benefits. Unfortunately, I had to watch about eight minutes of the second period on the telly above the concessions because the line was only five people deep but the cashier was being manned by "slow motion granny"!

Finally, I was able to sit and enjoy the seats. And MY FREAKIN' GAWD they were great seats. I was in hockey heaven! I just can't explain it. You'd have to experience it and if you have you suck!

Anyhow, the game was good. The Stars lost but it was still a great game to watch. So now I wait until I can get these tickets offered to me again. I am filled with anticipation. Fingers are crossed and I've click my heels three times chanting "please let me get more games to attend".

I guess that's about it. I'm sure it's been just as exciting for you as it was for me.

Now the flies are infesting

I am the LORD OF THE FLIES!

You would think that in the high-dollar area that I live in, we wouldn't be dealing with things you'd see in a slum lord's dwelling. I think we live in the 2^nd ranked slum lord's district in the rich area! We saw the 1^st ranked one's last Friday. Too bad I didn't have pictures of his place.

Porn advertisement in the postal mail

Now, I don't know how my name got on the mailing list but I got an envelope with catalog and order form from Video Age.

Seriously, I do not subscribe to any of these mailings because why pay for stuff when I can view it on the internet or borrow it from a family member. AND I just moved into my current abode about two months ago. It had my name AND address on it. Postal spam is just as bad if not worse than email spam!

I'm still confused as to how they got my information. I have ordered from online stores such as Woot, eBay or Buy.com but these places say they don't sell your information.

I wonder...hm?

Anyway, this is a "gem" they put in the mailing to entice people to buy...


A signed miniature picture of Jenna Jameson.

Oh, sign me up, baby! I'm sold! Not!

The Biggest Loser

I am a fan of the show “The Biggest Loser”. I watched last season as much as I could. Basically it was decided by if I remembered the day it was on or not and if I just got lucky by flipping channels and seeing it on. I’m just too busy otherwise to remember more than my share of shows.

What I am not a fan of is that they vote off people from each team if that team did not win the challenge.

That’s bogus!

I think dieting, like alcoholics anonymous, is a team, support-group adventure. If they work their ass off and lose weight, just to have someone vote them off the show because they may not have lost the five pounds the team expected. Instead, they lost four pounds. That’s crap.

I guess in the long run though they could benefit from being on the show by taking the exercise regimen and dieting plan home with them.

I also think that telling the contestants that they will win $100,000 if they are still on the show and the winning team in the end is ridiculous as well. I mean give them something for their efforts AFTER the show reaches the final episode. Surprise them! But to tell them up front that this is their goal as well as weight loss gives them an ulterior motive to vote someone off.

Just my thoughts…could be me reading to deep into things as usual.

Email humor 09/21/2005

Wherever there is tragedy, a little humor can sometimes make things better...

The Mayor of New Orleans was asked about his position on Roe vs Wade?

He said he didn't really care how people got out of the city.

How to react?

To see a Dallas Stars hockey game on television after such a long, long while, I just didn’t know if it was real. I had to pinch myself to prove that I wasn’t dreaming.

It wasn’t just that a game was on but that I didn’t know ¾ of the players on the team. My how one year and a new collective bargaining agreement can change things!

Alas, I was happy that a game was on – albeit a preseason game but a game nonetheless. The Stars were playing the Edmonton Oilers and won it with a score of 6-4. High-scoring game…exactly what the NHL and NHLPA want to make the game more exciting and interesting.

We’ll see.

Economics Exam I

Currently studying for my first economics exam. I went to an optional extra study session today at 3 p.m. before my hockey game but it wasn’t a big deal. She went over two word problems we’ll have to work through on the test but she had already done them in class. She seems to be repetitive about some of the stuff she lectures over and over on. I guess it’s a good thing if you learn by rote but sometimes it’s just kind of annoying.

I went to the session just to see if she’d do anything new or go over some things but she really didn’t. Turned out to be an “I was here and made an effort so take pity on me while grading my test” visit!

By the way, we lost our hockey game. It was like 5-2. We didn’t have 3 of our guys there. Sucked losing to the team we did because they are a bunch of cheating assholes! I don’t know how many times I come home from a game with them and I have scrapes and bruises from where those bastards hacked on me. Fucking referees suck but I guess that’s what we get from the “trailer-park-run” business we play.

Oh well, back to studying or sleep now!

In the news today -- Armageddon is upon us!

What the hell is this world coming to? Humans are a dying breed and the world once again will be run by the smart creatures – animals and insects! Here’s why…

An article in the Dallas News online says, "Reciting the Pledge of the Allegiance in public schools was declared unconstitutional Wednesday by a federal judge in the second attempt by an atheist to have the pledge removed from classrooms…the [dumb shit] judge ruled that the pledge’s reference to one nation “under God”…is unconstitutional when recited in schools."

I’m not a complete faithful believer in a “God Almighty” because I’m just the type of person that can see “acts or miracles of God” also as scientific anomalies or coincidences. It’s tough for me to understand how there can be this compassionate God that allows certain things to happen like in the referenced articles to come. When I die, if there is a God I hope that he will understand my confusion.

These courts ruling on some things that have just always been and should always be should be burned to the ground. The Pledge has been said for years. I said it. My parents said it and probably their parents. I’m not saying it is right or wrong but it certainly hasn’t caused any harm. If the atheists don’t want to say “under God” then just don’t say it! It reminds me of an episode of "WKRP in Cincinnati". Venus Flytrap was working at the station on Christmas night and he started singing White Christmas. He sung, “I’m dreaming of a [hum] Christmas.” Simple! Move on atheists asses. There are more important issues to deal with in the world like…

Article #2 in the DMN, "A couple pleaded guilty Wednesday to torturing and starving five of their seven adopted children [ranging in age from 12 to 17], including yanking out their toenails with pliers, and were sentenced to 15 years each in prison."

Why did they only get 15 years!? Because they pleaded it out, which is BULLSHIT! This couple should have had their own toenails ripped out with pliers! They had "twin 14-yr-old brothers that weighed 36 and 38 pounds each – about 80 pounds below normal." So, there is not telling for sure how long these children suffered but the couple will only suffer for 15 years. Just crap. Oh yeah, notice it said “five of their seven”? The article says “the two children who were not mistreated were favored by the Dollars [the couple] and had no physical injuries.” So, did these little spoiled bitches feel anything for their siblings – adopted or not?

Article #3 in the DMN, "Frances Newton was taken to a small holding cell near the Texas death chamber…[she will be] the third woman executed in the state since the Civil War, and the first black woman. Newton, 40, faced lethal injection for the fatal shootings of her husband and their two children [at the time of the crime the husband was 23, a 7-yr-old son and a 21-mo-old daughter] some 18 years ago."

So, I ask, is this justice? The husband and children didn’t get 18 years to decide to die. I’m sure prison-life hasn’t exactly been peaches and cream but come on, 18 years later to be put to death? Who do you think has been paying for her 18 years of waiting? Texas tax payers who are out in the real world making a living and busting their ass to make sure Frances Newton gets a bed, a toilet, three meals a day, and exercise time. Maybe she’s even gotten some personal loving time with Big Bertha. It’s ridiculous! Even if an inmate isn’t on death row, there is no reprogramming of a serious felon. I don’t have them but there are statistics basically showing "once a criminal, always a criminal"!

Granted, on occasion, a few innocents may be exonerated for some reason over this time of 18 years but her case and many others are open-and-shut. Man, I wonder what it would be like if we just went back to hanging people like in the western and medieval days? I wonder if Newton’s health insurance pays for the medication used to put her to death. It’s probably doubtful. I’m sure that was taken from my paycheck this month under FICA.

I’m done!

Ignorance

I cannot stand ignorance. Not the kind where someone can’t rattle off what 9 times 9 is but the kind of narrow-minded ignorance that basically says, “It’s my way or the highway!”

I don’t mean the “my way or the highway” statement of a father/mother to their child.

I mean the stupid idiots that say “marriage is between a man and a woman” or “races shouldn’t mix” or the nimrods that drive 55-60 in the fast lane and won’t move out of the way to be courteous but would rather be peanut-sized dicks!

Steve, a coworker of mine who is the Director of DIVERSITY for my department, sent an email out regarding the Women’s Center on campus seeking gay/lesbian graduate students that might be willing to mentor undergrads. He sent a general information email to the class listservs we have for our MBA programs. Some closet-case-himself—I’ve seen his picture and he looks gay!—replied to Steve and to our Assoc. Dean of MBA Programs saying that he found the email offensive since he was not gay.

What a friggin’ idget! It wasn’t sent directly to him but he seems to have taken it awfully personal. Steve replies to him politely and politically correctly and then this guy replies going on about how marriage is a union between a man and a woman in the state of redneck-fucks, I mean Texas. He said something to the effect that he does not approve of the gay/lesbian lifestyle and blah, blah, blah.

Of course, Steve is gay and I’m sure he’s dying to reply to this moron but the Assoc. Dean said for him not to respond. Saga to continue if I get the gossip on how it ends.

I’m in no way gay or lesbian, although being a lesbian male would be quite interesting – I guess that would still make me straight – but in my book, to each his own. As long as it doesn’t affect me personally, let them be who they are. I’ve known Steve for 5+ years and his chosen lifestyle (as some would say) doesn’t affect our friendship. He’s a great, giving and caring person. The world would be so lucky to have more generous people like him.

I just had to rant quickly because this really irked me. Mainly for the fact that the guy had to take it so personally, like he was being singled-out as being gay because he got the email. Also, it makes me wonder how he would have reacted if it was an informative email about blacks, Mexicans or Asians. Would he have gotten bent out of shape because he is a Caucasian? Or if it came from his current/future employer? Would he have responded so defiantly?

Freakin’ idiot! Do the world a favor and just put the barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger!

Two thumbs up for Bride & Prejudice

Bride & Prejudice (2004).

Once again, thanks to the online Blockbuster movie pass, I am able to rent and watch (sometimes unfortunately but this time fortunately) randomly selected movies.

It has been some time since I added it to my queue so I don’t recall what tempted me to take a look at this movie. I basically started it not knowing what to expect. Within the first ten minutes, I thought it was a good movie. It’s sort of a musical/movie like Annie.

To me, this movie was so entertaining that I started it at 9:45 p.m thinking I’d stop and finish it the next day but I ended up watching it until the end (including the outtakes during the credits) until around midnight. I was tired the next day but it was an enjoyable movie.

That’s my take on it.

Vampire Assassin (2005)

Vampire Assassin (2005). One of the worst, if not THE worst, movies ever made! Never, EVER rent this movie!

I had the “privilege” of renting this movie through my on-line Blockbuster movie pass. So, I probably only rented it for a dollar, which is giving this movie way too much credit that it could earn so much!

I thought I had seen somewhere before it became available on DVD that it was “the must see movie”. I think whoever wrote that review had to be on crack or was the director/producer.

The effects were so poor. The acting was heinous. The script was utter garbage.

And yes, I sat through the whole thing. I rented it. I had to watch it in its entirety because that’s just the way I am.

But I am here to warn you...DO NOT BOTHER RENTING THIS DVD o’ CRAP!

Just some random photographs I've taken

Some pink flower in our backyard area.

Some white flowers in our backyard area.

The way steak is done! Teriyaki steak that is. Had some friends come over after I cooked this and they were like "Ah! That shit is GOOD!"

An exceptional night of men's singles at the U.S.Open

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As a tennis fan, if you missed this match last night, you missed a damn good one! Check out the U.S. Open web site.

At first, it seemed that Agassi was somehow outmatched but he turned it around to tie it up at two sets apiece. The fifth set was so topsy-turvy that you just couldn't make an assumption as to who was going to win without it being shot to hell by the next game. Agassi would win a break of serve and then Blake would win a break of serve.

It was nerve-wrecking! I stayed up until approximately 12:15 a.m. watching this damn thing. I was going to go to bed but it was so close and so well played that I had to watch it until the end. I'm suffering for it now, at work, because I am tired as hell!

Congratulations to Agassi on persevering and the same to Blake. Both to come back from different circumstances and to play as well as they did is something amazing to watch.

Shawn's wedding part deux

Well, Shawn and Theresa are officially married! The wedding was pretty nice. It was held at Cross Timbers Winery in Grapevine, Texas.

Like previously posted, I had to be there by 5:30 p.m. even though it wasn't supposed to start until 6:30 p.m. We had to be there early for pictures. My wife and I arrive around 5:34 p.m. (we left the kids with Grandmama because they really didn't feel like going and we didn't want to keep them out too long). Anyway, my wife was bitchin' about me being late. I get into the place where they guys are and they aren't even finished getting dressed! They basically had their tux pants and an undershirt on. Dumb asses! Of course, I found out later that they couldn't get dressed in the room they were in because the bride’s maids were in there before and they had to wait until they were finished. Excuses, excuses!

Anyway, we finally started the guys' pictures around 6ish. I think the wedding ceremony started pretty much on time but I really wasn't paying much attention to the time while waiting for it to start. Judith and I were the last to walk down the aisle before the bride and her parents. I get on the stairs to the gazebo and I have to face west. Which to my luck just happens to be the way the sun is setting and I got to bask in all it's glory for the entirety of the ceremony - about 20 minutes. Talk about getting shafted!

So, the ceremony was over but we had to go into the barn and take more pictures. I forgot how painful weddings are when you are in them and not just an attendee. On the schedule, the food was supposed to start at 7:30 p.m but we didn't get done with pics until closer to 8 p,m. The crowd was getting restless and some even left. I think most of those that left were elderly but I'm not sure. I wasn't out there and I just heard that people were leaving.

Near the end of taking pictures, they asked for the Garza family (Theresa’s family) to enter the barn for a family picture with the bride and groom. That emptied the outside of the barn with the exception of about 10-15 people. I think there were like 30 “Garza-family” members.

Once the pictures were done, we were able to eat. It was catered by Wilhouette’s – a place Shawn and I had been to many times in the past. It was pretty good eating: cole slaw, potato salad, barbecue sausage, barbecue brisket and barbecue chicken.

After eating, it was the traditional first dance then the dollar dance (where you pay a dollar to dance with the bride and/or groom). My wife paid two dollars – one dollar to dance with each of them. My wife was a little tipsy, too much wine and not enough dancing. The DJ was free – a previous student employee of Shawn’s – and he played music like he was doing it for free. Shawn told me that the mother-in-law was pressing him for Tejano music. I asked him, “like Selena, Christina Aguillera or Shakira?” LOL! He said, “No. Real Tejano music.” Well, that’s what they played. Shit Tejano music. The Mexicans that were there, and there were a lot of them, didn’t even dance to the music. Occasionally, there would be the same one or two but not anyone else. Theresa’s father, Armando, danced. He danced quite well and my wife danced with him because I told her I didn’t want to dance. Partly because I don’t like to dance but mostly because my wife tends to want to lead. That tends to irritate me and then it’s not fun for either of us. My friend Keith and his wife, Tammy, came to the wedding. They have known Shawn for a long time too. They didn’t like the music and Tammy wanted to dance as well. Oh well, I guess you can’t have everything when it’s not your wedding although what the point of the Tejano music was when no one danced to it I’ll never know.

The wife and I left around 11 p.m. She was very tipsy and all the guy friends were saying, “You are getting lucky tonight, dude!” What they don’t know is that I know my wife and she’s either going to be passing out on the thirty minute ride home or the buzz will wear off by the time we get home. It was the previous. She wasn't feeling well, almost like she was going to throw up, because she had her head out the window on the drive home. I thought it was amusing.

We get home and Grandmama was ready to get home. It was really late for her although she was asleep for some time before we got home. The wife said she had to use the bathroom but I knew she was probably just being safe and not wanting to puke anywhere else but the toilet. My mother-in-law asked if she was going to be alright and I said, “Yeah. If not, she’ll live and learn.” I went to check on her and she was hugging the toilet with her cheek resting on the toilet seat. I knew she was gone because I know she wouldn’t touch the toilet with her face if she was sober. I’m so loving, I went to get the digital camera took take her picture. She moved positions a bit by the time I got back to snap the shot but it was still good enough to show and poke fun of her later.

I checked on her a few more times within an hour before I went to bed. In between checking on her and getting my tennis stuff ready for the next morning, I was picking fleas off my legs, smushing them and putting them in a bowl so I could show the landlord or exterminator that the flea problem is a REAL pain in the ass!

I guess that’s about it for the wedding recap!

Fleas

What the hell is the purpose of the flea? Not the drummer from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. But the common "household" flea. Who named it the "household" flea, anyway?

Since we've moved into our new place a little over two months ago, I have track marks from on my feet up to my calves on both legs! We don't own ANY animals except for my two children. The previous tenants had a cat. My assumption is it was an indoor cat but I'm not for sure. For all I know, it could have occasionally made it outside. The landlord had the carpets shampooed before we moved in but obviously it didn't make a damn difference.

About a month ago, I noticed a "death" smell when I came through the front door. It really wasn't anywhere else, just when I opened and walked through the door. I don't know if it was because I was getting used to it while I was in the house or it was something dead over there door entry area.

A few days later we realized we were basically infested with these little fucks called fleas! We called the landlord and told him the problem with the smell and fleas. About a week later and after calling the day before he came with some guy, he shows up. Turns out, the neighbors in front of us (we live in a duplex, remember) were having flea problems too. The asshole landlord didn't bother to mention this to us. I guess when you are rich and own tons of property, you don't have to be cordial to your renters. Asshole! I mean he seems like a nice enough guy but when it comes to answering to our renting needs, he sucks!

They did come in and spray a day later. They couldn't find the dead thing in the attic which I knew they wouldn't because I spent about an hour looking up there the day before they came to look at it before they sprayed.

So, it's been about ten days since the initial spraying. The landlord said to remind him to come back in ten days. I put a note on the envelope I put in his mailbox for this month's rent saying it's time for a respray since it's been ten days.

At the time of this typing, I think it's been fifteen days. The smell is back but not as strong as before. Maybe it is a smaller rat this time. The fleas are still fairly annoying. I picked and smashed about twelve of them last night after I got home from the wedding and before going to bed. This morning I went to play tennis since most of they guys that play Saturdays and Sundays are off so they played today as well.

Anyway, I drove in my Jeep to the courts with the doors off, meaning it was windy, and when I got to the tennis courts, which is about a thirty minute drive, I looked down to fix my socks and what did I see? One of those blood-sucking, skin-biting little fucks hanging on for dear life on my shin. I proceeded to pick it off and rub it between thumb and pointer finger until it was a grind up mess!

I get home from tennis and I go up in the attic once again to see if I can find a carcass to put with the smell but to no avail. The rats or whatever elude me in death just like in life.

Now, besides the fleas and the smell, I have killed and flushed seven horse flies in the past hour. I have no idea where they are coming from. We haven't been outside since about 2 p.m. and it's been dark since around 8-ish. Typically, I've noticed the only pests that fly during the night are mosquitoes or june bugs. Hardly ever have I seen flies, much less horse flies, flying at night..inside a house...coming from somewhere. All I can think is that they are around the dead carcass and smell up in the attic and are getting into the living space by a vent or something.

Hopefully, the flies will still be around tomorrow during the day so I can see them hovering over and converging onto the area where the dead thing is so we'll know and be able to remove the blasted thing! We'd be so lucky!

So, it stinks again by the front door and the fleas are still an annoyance and now I have horse flies invading. Hopefully, they'll show for the respray tomorrow or sometime soon this week. I think we'll have to burn dozens of candles for the fowl smell!

Note to self: If God really exists and I get to go to Heaven, ask to see his book on why in Hell he created the flea, what purpose it serves and why would you make it procreate faster than the Mexicans and Chinese!

Shawn's wedding

I'm about to start getting ready for Shawn's wedding. I have to be there by 5:30 p.m. for pictures but the ceremony doesn't actually start until 6:30 p.m.

The things I have to do as a friend. Sometimes it royally sucks!

I'll type more when I get back, maybe. It depends on how long we stay out. I've got to stop now though because I have to go empty my poop chute!

The Katy Trail...and a random image

This is the view at the end of the Katy Trail that winds through the outskirts of Dallas - a nicer section - to just outside of downtown Dallas by the American Airlines Center where the Dallas Stars and the Dallas Mavericks play.




This could be my logo "The Big Driller!"

Fanny pack, in or out?

So, I'm not one to critique what people wear - okay, I am but I'm no expert.

But anyway... I was flipping channels and I came across the show "Hogan Knows Best" on VH1.

I started watching a little of it and I saw The Hulkster walk out of his house to get the paper from the front lawn and what do I see around his waist. A black fanny pack. Not that I care but I thought fanny packs went out of style.

So, you tell the Hulk-a-mania man that he's out of style!

Just a side note, Mrs. Hogan is an ugly-ass woman with big boobs! She's still living in the double-wide but it's in the shape of a castle in the town of Belleaire, Florida.

Shawn's wedding rehearsal

The wedding rehearsal was a luncheon not a dinner. The wedding is going to be outside in a gazebo at a winery in Grapevine, Texas. Afterwards, we'll eat and visit in the winery barn next to the gazebo.

Rehearsal was good.

I saw Wes and Donna - Shawn's stepfather and mother. I saw Theresa's parents - I don't recall their names.

The luncheon was on Main Street in downtown Grapevine at a place called Big Fish. It wasn't too bad food. It was actually pretty good because it was free for us. That's about the extent of the rehearsal recap.

We got home and I had to return a bike I bought for the wife because the back tire wouldn't hold air. After that, we went for a bike ride on the Katy Trail with the kids. I'm pretty impressed with the family. The wife and kids both made the four mile bike ride (2 miles going, 2 miles back). Mainly because the wife hasn't ridden a bike in a long, long time and the kids are, well, kids. They did great! Very proud and impressed at their stamina and determination to make it to the end and back.

We got back home and the kids bathed and then played while the wife and I watched "The Upside of Anger" and "Monster-in-Law". "Anger" was slow to start and turned out okay but "Monster" was pretty good and funny. We heard a lot of people didn't like Monster but that could just be the "anti-Jane Fonda" people being bitter.

That's about the extent of our day.

How many years were burned from my life?

After class, I was walking back to my office across campus when a fire department M.I.C.U. vehicle crossed about two feet in front of me. I kept walking as it passed and inhaled many lungs full of toxic diesel exhaust! I think I burned a hole in MY internal ozone.

Two days, two mansions

Catchy title, huh? Too bad the blog to follow probably won't live up to the hype!

In two days - well one night and one hour of another day - I've been in two HUGE ass houses in the area working on people's computers.

I don't mind the money (I typically just charge $75 an hour, so if you are in the Dallas area hook me up with some business!) but you would think these rich people could afford technical/customer service with their computer purchases. I guess that's what I am, huh? DUH!

So, I made $150 off mansion number one and $75 off mansion number two. With possibilities of returning for more work because mansion one needs it on one of their computers and mansion two is purchasing a new machine so I'll be needed to hook her up to their DSL connection.

I could buy that Creative Zen 20GB MP3 player I want or even an iPod if I wasn't so stingy with my moolah.

Moolah is good. Easy moolah is better. But free moolah is best!

If you know it could happen, why bitch about it when it does?

Associated Press: "...this bowl-shaped, below-sea-level city [New Orleans], which is wedged between Lake Pontchartrain and the Mississippi River."

This was from an article, that has since expired, titled "Guardsmen greeted with applause, anger".

My first thought is, this quote says it all. What do you typically use a bowl for? To catch water. Why would you be mad, upset or whatever if you know that the place you live is 1) close to the ocean/gulf and 2) it's in a freakin' flood zone? You moved there. You knew it could happen. It happened. Now you are pissed. Americans are such whiners!

Second thought, why are people mad at the soldiers?! They are given orders and they follow them. They don't decide when they are shipped to help provide aid, relief or protection to a disaster area. That is the President's job!

So, take your whiny asses and shut the hell up! I'm not there so I don't feel the need and urgency like survivors but take a step back and be mad at the man YOU elected into office. He sucks at maintaining peace and he sucks at providing quick, efficient aid. Was Bill Clinton ever this slow, even while getting a blow job? I don't think so!

Third thought, what the hell is wrong with the people looting, lighting fires and causing explosions?! Bunch of friggin' dumbasses!

There's my rant. I have to go back to working now.

Mothertrucker!!

I just typed a shit-load of stuff about today by clicking on the "blog this" icon and when I hit POST, it said, "you have just posted to Absent-Minded Jay". But when I went to view my "posted" blog, it wasn't freakin' there!

Gawd, blogger sucks!

I guess I can retype it later but we'll see. It was a lot of shit! Dammit!

I found the post! Yippee!

Turns out it went to my photo blog instead of this one. I'm stupid but I have recovered. Here's the post...

I had to take the day off today to get some car maintenance done on my van and Jeep. Not only did it cost me a vacation day but it cost me a pretty penny.

The van has had it's series of problems. About a month ago, we had to get a dealership part replaced. It runs the air conditioner, rear window wiper and wash and rear window defrost. Luckily with the hot ass weather in Texas, the air conditioner still ran and it was fairly cold so the kids could remain cool and comfortable while riding. Anyway, that part was around $450.

We also had to get the brake master cylinder replaced which was $150. Sucks! Today, I took it to Midas Brakes. They did some work on my van about a year ago but it seemed like 3-4 months ago. The damn brakes kept squeaking. A high-pitched squeal. It was friggin' annoying. I pushed it off as long as I could because it wasn't squealing all the time. Some days it would happen every time we drove it and others it would happen half the time. We had the mechanic who did the electrical part and master cylinder take a look at them so I could go back to Midas and tell them they suck because I have a lifetime warranty on my brakes from them. The mechanic said we had plenty of pad but sometimes certain pads just don't like or work well with certain rotors. So, I finally couldn't take the squeal anymore and took the day off to run around a get things fixed.

We took the kids to school and then dropped the van off at Midas. We decided to get breakfast at this little place called Bread Winners Cafe and Bakery. It was a decent meal and it had been a while since the wife and I had a meal out together, alone.

Afterwards, we decided to drive to see if I could get my Jeep inspected. That was half of what I needed to do to my Jeep. The other half was to get an oil change before the inspection. They say the vehicle will run cleaner if you change the oil before it get's inspected. So, we're driving down East Mockingbird Lane and I don't see the place I took my Jeep to get the oil changed and inspected last year. Oh by the way, inspection was out yesterday - 8/31/05. Anyhoo, it turns out that the place I got inspected at last time changed companies and looks. I think it was a Penzoil place before and now it's Mobil. I had to make a u-turn to get back to the place because initially I passed it. Luckily they weren't busy. They changed the oil and turns out that I've been driving for a year without an air filter. I was wondering why my Jeep smelled funny occasionally - like it was leaking gasoline. They replaced that and then we moved onto the inspection.

While I was waiting on the inspection, Midas called to quote me the charges. They figure that the cheap pads I had on the van needed to be upgraded to newer, better ones. They do a 45-point vehicle check and he said that my battery needed to be replaced. He quoted me $269 for brakes (front only), replace rotors and the battery. I told him to forgo the battery and give me the costs. He said it would be $159. Hell yeah! That's much cheaper so we went without the battery. I can get a cheaper one from Wal-Mart or something. Fucking $120 car battery? Will it launch the space shuttle for that price? He told me he'd call when he had it done.

Back to the Jeep inspection. All passed but it idled high. They phenagled it a bit to make it run lower by putting it in 1st gear and running the test. That was cool thing number one the guy did. Next thing was my gas cap. The gasket around the cap was frail and cracking. The guy asked his wife, who just happened to work there too, to get a new cap. They couldn't find one to replace my old one so the guy took the gasket off one cap and put it on mine. That worked to let it pass and he let me keep the gasket. Pretty cool guy, huh?!

We went home after that and sat in the air conditioning because I have none in my Jeep.

Around 2pm, Midas called to say the van was done. We went to get it about 2:20 p.m. and were back home by 2:35 p.m.

I went to get the second child by 3 p.m. We sat in the library until child number one got out at 3:30 p.m.

We went home afterwards and I helped child number one with math homework. I already helped child number two with homework in the library.

Around 6pm, the wife had to go to the school for meet the parent night while I watched the kids. I grilled chicken and hot dogs on the grill for dinner. The kids took their bath and went to bed because they weren't completely behaving.

Wife came home around 8:45 p.m. and gave the still-awake children hugs, kisses and prayers for bedtime.

I've been watching tennis while typing this. It's over now. James Blake beat Igor Andreev. That's about all to watch so it's bed time for me. I have work to return to and class at 9 a.m. with a quiz. I haven't studied. Hopefully, it won't be that hard. So, I'm outta here!

Why Marriage?

As Shawn's upcoming nuptials are getting closer, it makes me wonder about why people think marriage is a final step in a relationship. Truthfully, death and/or divorce is really the final step but that's negative right, so nobody says it.

People like Shawn and Theresa have been together for years, at least 6+. In religions eyes, they've already sinned by living and sleeping together for the 6+ years so what's the point of marriage? All things are going great in the relationship. Man loves woman. Woman loves man. Blah! Blah! Blah! Why marry?

Now, I can see some advantages to marriage. It's better to be married for taxes especially if you have kids but the benefits are really minimal until the child(ren) arrive. In the military, you get the flag from the casket if your husband dies otherwise it goes to a family member if you are just a longtime couple. I guess if you have kids it looks good for them to see that you are married so they don't live lives of lust and adultery when they get older but again that goes to the "church" point of view.

I'm just not getting the whole "we need to get married" thing. Yes, I am married. Yes, I got married because that's what I thought you were supposed to do - date, marry, procreate then die. That's the four-step program of life, right? Well, I love my wife and kids and I wouldn't change it for the world but I still wonder why people feel marriage is a finality to show that my wife is my soul mate and I love her.

I made a promise to my wife when we got married. A vow they call it. To me, it wasn't made so much in the eyes of God but a commitment - a promise - that I made to myself in her behalf that she is the only one I will fornicate with! LOL!

As I get older, I am hoping she'll bend the rules for me if I get the chance to bed down with Natalie Portman, Rachel McAdams or Scarlett Johannson but that's a big hope. Not that she'll bend the rules but that I'd even have a chance of being in the same room with one of the three much less getting an offer of one glorious night in the sack with them. LOL!

I remember when I got married people would ask, "so, when are you going to have kids? When are you going to buy a house?" blah, blah blah. I didn't get married to have kids. I didn't get married to buy a house. I could have done all that without marriage. Plus, I had kids when I was damn, good and ready!

So there's the rant. It was sparked by the wedding rehearsal and day schedule I was sent by the bride. I saw all kinds of 'TO DO' things and was just wondering, "WHY"?

Grosser than gross

How gross is it to walk into the men's room in the office and see an ass-shrapnel explosion on the back of the toilet in stall number one!?

That's just as bad as the sweaty outlines of a hairy ass and legs on the toilet seat that I spoke of in a previous post.

People are disgusting!

Poor, poor Andy Roddick

Andy should just give it up. He played a piss poor match. I was quite disappointed in his play and he deserved exactly what he got - A BIG LOSS in the first round of the U.S.Open.

If it wasn't for his serve, the game count for him would have been much less. It could have been more like 6-2, 6-2, 6-2. I'd give him 2 service games per set just because if you added it all up that's probably what he really deserved.

Gilles Muller wasn't playing phenomenal tennis like the commentators will tell you. Andy Roddick was just playing shit tennis! He wouldn't run down shots that should have been at least attempted a run at.

If he doesn't have the fight like Rafael Nadal, Gilles Muller or even James Blake then he should hang the racket up in the garage and pick up golf because these other guys are out there to WIN at all costs!

Of course, this was said about Andre Agassi after a few slam and regular tournament wins when he first started becoming a tennis household name. It took him about 3-5 years to finally get his ass in gear when he hooked up with Brad Gilbert to become a more consistent, serious, professional tennis player.

Maybe Andy needs to make a call to Brad. Oh wait. He already has. Guess that isn't helping like it should. Anyhow, he needs something to get that fire that he had when he won the U.S.Open in 2003. Maybe the mental anguish the ass-kicking he keeps getting from Roger Federer isn't allowing him to reach the next plateau. I know it would probably weigh on me if I'd lost 7 times in a row to Roger.

Oh well.

Bachelor party recap

Well, Shawn's bachelor party is over and done with. First we went to Hooters for dinner. I'm sure any male knows that Hooters is famous for buffalo wings but we all had either a hamburger, chicken sandwich or philly cheesesteak sandwich. Shawn's brother, Bryan, did order a 10pc wing item as an appetizer but that was about it for the wings. Most of the waitresses weren't too bad but it's rated PG compared to where we went afterwards.

As previously mentioned, the verdict of the type of bar was ALL NUDE. We had been to a few in the past but we needed to find one closer to Dallas because that's where we were after Hooters and most of the other guys that were showing up lived in or near Dallas.

Two clubs that I knew of in the general Dallas area: The Clubhouse or PT's Gold Club. We'd been to The Clubhouse within the past couple of years because one of Shawn's employees was getting married back then so we had to go support him. So, PT's was the option we were going to take a chance on.

I always am hesitant about these places because 1) the costs for all nude is typically a $20 cover and 2) for $20 cover I'd better see some hot women!

At first, PT's didn't disappoint. We come to the door and the doorman says, "It's a $20 cover. If you have alcohol, you have to buy ice which is $12 a bucket. One bucket holds about 18 beers. Also, you have to tuck in your shirt!" WTF!? It's a freakin' nudie bar not the Bonaventure Hotel!

So, we go in. Shawn and the crew he drove with had come but left because they forgot to buy alcohol. Turns out, the bar is actually in Mesquite and this town is DRY! Which meant, to get alcohol, they had to drive about 10-15 minutes back into a Dallas or a Dallas County city and buy alcohol. There was 4-5 of us that showed up after they left. We waited for about 10 minutes and decided to wait inside for them. Why waste our time and money since we were smart enough to stop by a liquor store shortly after leaving Hooters.

The girls that took our money were hot! They weren't scantily clad like the waitresses (I guess that's what they are called) but they were pretty attractive. And at first, the door was where the beauty stopped.

I walked in the door behind the main entrance and the first stage I see, which is directly to my right after entering, there is a chubby ethnic lady that had to have been about 40+ years old. I shit you not! I was shaking my head in disappointment but had to remind myself I was doing this for Shawn.

Past the first stage, I can see the rest of the bar and it's much smaller than the outside would suggest. It's about 930-10 p.m. and the damn place is packed with half the residents of Mexico! Again, I shit you not! No wonder the Mexican communities around Dallas are full of poor, starving little Mexicans! Their damn fathers are blowing their hard-earned construction money on tits and ass they could only dream of having and only get to see and touch because they are dropping $25+ on them for lap dance. Stupid wasteful men, not just the Mexicans. If I can't touch it, poke it, have all kinds of fun with it, I'm not paying more than $1 for their little "show". You go to the stage and they dance a little, touch themselves a little, sway it in front of you and then squat down to take your money. That's pretty much worth a dollar but she's got to look good for me. That 40-yr-old didn't get the time of day from me but all those Pablos, Pepes, Joses and Felipes dropped dollar after dollar on her. Horny, disgusting little bastards!

We pretty much just stayed for the circuit of dancers to be completed. I think there were around 15 girls. Out of those, about half were worthy of the almighty dollar! LOL! I don't think I've seen so many fat, naked chicks in one room, in person, at all! If there weren't other nice-looking chicks, I would have been upset that I wasted $20. If it wasn't Shawn's bachelor party, I would have been pissed but I was still feeling a little robbed.

There was this really tall brunette. Jeez! She had some legs that climbed for forever up to her ass! Although her A-cups didn't match her body height (at least 6 ft) and her face was just average, I wouldn't have had a problem saying "yes" if she asked me to go home with her - if I wasn't married of course! (smirk)

There was this tall blonde but not as tall as the brunette. She had the same A-cups but she was a little more pleasing to look at.

There was the librarian, the latino, the nubian queen, the dimwitted redneck with the recently purchased rack, the trailer whore whose husband told her she needed to make more money so she started stripping and then the naturally, big breasted hottie that put all the other girls to shame.

I only like the naturally big breasted hottie because she took my face in her breasts and rubbed them up and down my face, slowly, methodically, almost putting me to sleep because they were so soft... ummmm... good times!

After hanging out in the bar for a few hours or so, we left around 1:30 a.m. We stopped by Whataburger to get some taquitos and a soda because I was hungry and thirsty (I don't drink alcohol). The bar had a kitchen that opened about an hour before we left. They were serving bacon, eggs, sausage and toast. Sounded good but we were talking about a kitchen at a nudie bar.

Anyway, I ended up driving half the people there because Bryan, Shawn's brother, left early like around 11 p.m. and his ass was one of the two that said we HAD to go to a nudie bar! Freakin' punk ass bitch! Granted it wasn't much to look at but we did pay $20 so we should at least get our money's worth in time if not in looks!

I got home around 3 a.m. My nephew, Robbie, went with me so he crashed at my place because I wasn't taking his ass home that late/early in the night/morning. I had to ring the doorbell for my wife to come open the door because the top lock was locked but my key wouldn't open it. I don't know why the hell she locked it to begin with. Then she has the gall, to question me about ringing the doorbell. Whatever!

Anyway, we stayed up and yacked for a little while until about 4 a.m. I was too tired to talk anymore so I had to go to bed. The wife came in shortly after and the nephew went to bed as well. I knew I'd have to get up in about 4-6 hours because of my kids. Luckily, I got to sleep in until about 10:30 a.m. I was going to try and sleep longer but I heard my wife talking to my nephew and I'm sure he wanted to get home. I also didn't want to miss the women's finals of the Pilot Pen tennis tournament - Kim Clijsters won by the way.

That was about the extent of the "wonderful" bachelor party.

Shawn's bachelor party

Just a few pics from Shawn's bachelor party. We couldn't take pictures in the nudie bar so these will have to suffice.

Hooters...what more is there to say?


This is Rob, the other best man, stunned by the scantily clad waitresses or not knowing how to use his camera.


My receipt for paying for Shawn's dinner at Hooters, the pen I snagged from the waitress and the matchbook from PT Gentleman's Gold Club (the nudie bar).


I've been barcoded by the titty bar police!

Reading Angels & Demons

I started reading "Angels & Demons" by Dan Brown. My wife said it was better to read it first and then The Da Vinci Code. She's read both. So far, the writing has been good. It's kept my attention and has me looking to read more to see what else is going to happen. I'm only on chapter eighteen at page 65 and only have 504 pages to go!

Bachelor party!

Tonight is Shawn's bachelor party.  It kind of was a quick plan thing.  I didn't plan it but was told that we were going out tonight about 3-4 days ago by Shawn.  Ain't that funny?  Basically, I was going to take Shawn to Speedzone or something.   He was cool with that.  It's kind of like a go-cart on steroids place.  It's got a slick track, a grand prix track and drag racers; the dragsters are on a track so you can't fly off or anything but I hear they go 0-60 in like 7 seconds.

Anyway, Shawn mentioned this to his brother, Bryan, and he said, "No way dude!  My wife said I can go to a nudie bar and I'm going to, that's where we are going!"  Shawn then told Rob, the co-best man, about the options and he said, "Hell yeah dude but I need to see bush so we are going to ALL nude!" These two guys crack me up!  They are married and they NEED to pay minimum $20 cover fee to go and see this shit!  But, I guess that's what we are doing.

We'll probably go eat beforehand at Hooter's in downtown Dallas.  There are a few other Hooter's in the general area but I've almost always gone to the downtown one.

I say that I didn't plan this because it's been such a shotgun notice of my notice of groomsman to best man.  I was going to take Shawn to a Dallas Stars hockey game and probably eat at Hooter's beforehand because it's right down the street from the American Airlines Center where the Stars play.  Of course, hockey pre-season doesn't start until two weeks after the wedding!  I figured Shawn would have like the game and eating more than the nude bar.  The nude bar probably costs more than the food and game would.

Well, I have to go get the pizza the wife ordered for her and the kids before I leave.  The gang is supposed to be over here around 6:30 p.m. and it's 6:09 p.m. now.  I guess I'd better get dressed too.  Sucks for me having to get ready for shit!  Pain in my ass to be a friend!

Star Wars Episode I

I had to take today off from work because my oldest is home sick from school and my wife has to teach. That also means that I missed my fourth day of my economics class as well. I couldn’t very well skip work but go to class. Well, I could but I didn’t want to and would feel uneasy about it – probably uneasy for a short bit but uneasy nonetheless. My child wanted me to watch the Star Wars movies with her. We started off with Episode I. While watching it, I once again realized how much the Jedi and Force in the movies is actually different than what I expect it to be – what it should be! Yes, I am a Star Wars geek!

The main part that bugs me is when Darth Maul is battling Qui Gon and Obi Wan on Naboo. You’ve got a Jedi Master and his “well-trained” apprentice against a Sith apprentice. I agree that Darth Maul was very good and well-trained but he still should have lost much quicker than he did. Also, when they are running on the catwalk towards the red beams that crossed the walkway, Obi Wan is running to assist Qui Gon. The beams close and Obi Wan is about eight beams away from Qui Gon who is one beam away from Darth Maul. The beams shut down and Obi Wan gets through all the beams except for the last one so he has to wait and watch while Qui Gon battles alone. So my first gripe is why didn’t Obi Wan use the Force run to get through the beams like they did when they were on the Trade Federation’s ship running from the destroyer droids. My second gripe is how Darth Maul hits Qui Gon in the face and then guts him. What kind of lame ass move was that to die from?! My third gripe is right before Qui Gon gets gutted they flash to Obi Wan and he gets a look on his face like he knew what was about to happen. Did Qui Gon not get this same feeling in the Force, especially since he was the Master?

Well, I’m onto Episode II and I’m sure I’ll have more gripes that no one “normal” will give a crap about! I’ve seen these movies at least a dozen times already but it still bothers me each time I see the “crap”. I know he had a prequel story to tell but George Lucas should have done a little better with the script.