This summer is flying by, and I haven't even been out of school for the summer. Man, I miss those days. Having 3 months off. Heck, now I can hardly imagine a week off, much less 3 months!
I went to 3 Rangers games in 2 weeks. The first two games were in 105+ heat, and the last one was in 75 degree coolness. Welcome to Texas. And the Rangers are at least keeping it interesting this year. Now I fully realize that the odds of them actually taking the Wild Card is about as likely as Big R getting a modeling gig, but a guy can at least remain interested in the games when they play .500 ball.
Sweet T and I are doing great. We are going to stay at her parents lake house for Labor Day weekend. With her parents. And her brother and sister-in-law. With 2 jet skis and a boat. And lots of beer, wine, whiskey, hookers and blow. Wait, not the hookers blow part, but with 2 jet skis and a boat, it should be a grand gala.
I'm freaking pumped for football season to start, and to start hitting some Aggie games. I can't believe that it's almost that time of year again. Didn't it just end? They say that time actually speeds up as you grow older, and I'm beginning to believe them. Hopefully the Ags can muster up a >.800 record for the season, but it's gonna be a tough one.
I'd better get back to saving the puppies and kitties.
Keep on keepin' on
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Sorry Lil N For The Lack Of Posting
I realized that I'd better get to posting on this here blog, or else Lil N might just kill me.
Life has been pretty rosy lately. I met my Shorty 2 months ago, and we're going strong. We made a trip to San Antonio to visit Big Judy and his new baby. I will relate a hilarious story about that trip.
Big Judy tends to love his whiskey. And when he does, he tends to pour back a few more than would be necessary. It makes normal conversation and walking abilities a wee bit difficult. He also has a wickedly weak stomach. Here's the story.
The Sunday morning after Big Judy, his wife, Big R, Lil N, My Shorty, and I all went out, I awoke to find Big Judy sitting on the rocking chair with the baby. He looked white as a ghost, and I knew that he had already vomited that morning. I asked him how he was feeling, and he stated that he felt like..arse.
Not long after we started talking, he got up and as he is handing me his 6 week old baby (G Money), he asks, "Hey dude, will you hold G Money for me?"
I reached out to grab the little guy, and replied, "Sure."
He then proceeded to walk around the coffee table, and head into the kitchen. At this point, I had no idea what he was doing, until I heard the unmistakable rumbling of Big Judy's stomach. He then retched into the kitchen sink for about 5 minutes. I, for some reason, thought that it was hilarious and started laughing my arse off at him. I actually laughed to the point of crying.
Ah, good times.
I can't wait for Aggie football! I look forward to hanging out with Big R and Lil N this football season.
Keep on keepin' on.
Life has been pretty rosy lately. I met my Shorty 2 months ago, and we're going strong. We made a trip to San Antonio to visit Big Judy and his new baby. I will relate a hilarious story about that trip.
Big Judy tends to love his whiskey. And when he does, he tends to pour back a few more than would be necessary. It makes normal conversation and walking abilities a wee bit difficult. He also has a wickedly weak stomach. Here's the story.
The Sunday morning after Big Judy, his wife, Big R, Lil N, My Shorty, and I all went out, I awoke to find Big Judy sitting on the rocking chair with the baby. He looked white as a ghost, and I knew that he had already vomited that morning. I asked him how he was feeling, and he stated that he felt like..arse.
Not long after we started talking, he got up and as he is handing me his 6 week old baby (G Money), he asks, "Hey dude, will you hold G Money for me?"
I reached out to grab the little guy, and replied, "Sure."
He then proceeded to walk around the coffee table, and head into the kitchen. At this point, I had no idea what he was doing, until I heard the unmistakable rumbling of Big Judy's stomach. He then retched into the kitchen sink for about 5 minutes. I, for some reason, thought that it was hilarious and started laughing my arse off at him. I actually laughed to the point of crying.
Ah, good times.
I can't wait for Aggie football! I look forward to hanging out with Big R and Lil N this football season.
Keep on keepin' on.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
God's Sense Of Humor
I don't know if you folks out there believe in God, or if He has a sense of humor or not, but I certainly do. I will explain.
About a month ago, I was on the phone with Big Judy, and I was telling him about how I was going to go out with a girl for the first time. Let's call her T for now, because I haven't as of yet come up with a nickname for her. So I was talking to Big Judy about how I've been on so many freakin' first dates in my life, and that since the vast majority of them have gone horribly wrong, I don't get nervous about going on them anymore. I further explained to him that I wasn't surely wasn't gonna hold my breath for the outcome of this date.
Well, the following day, I met T. Everything started out just great. About 15-20 minutes into the date I began to realize that I was getting nervous. You see T is very beautiful, funny, outgoing, and we were hitting it off very well. Once I realized that I was nervous, it got worse, because I was conscious of that fact. Plus, she has a certain way about her that she manages to embarrass me quite easily. That is another interesting aspect about her personality. She manages to make me nervous (in a good way), but she also manages to make me blush. I must state now that I don't get embarrassed easily, and I rarely blush. But she manages to bring that out in me too.
On our 4th date, we ate dinner and talked there at the restaurant for over 4 hours. We had a great conversation, and she managed to really make me feel embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. That feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I attempted to compliment her. I told her what I meant to say, only she took it the wrong way. It's kinda like how it is a lot of times with men and women. A guy says something, and there are two possible interpretations to it: the one that the man meant to say, and the way that the woman interprets it - which ends up being the complete opposite of what the man meant to say. So after my botched compliment to her, which I managed to get her to understand what I really meant after some explaining, I became very embarrassed which lead to me becoming nervous.
She then excused herself, and I had a few minutes to ponder the events of the previous 5 minutes of my life. I then thought about how God has a very good sense of humor, because of her and how I feel about her. I went from blatantly stating that I never get nervous on dates anymore, and there I was, on a 4th date, and still nervous as a 14 year old boy on a first date. It made me smile.
So we've now been on 5 dates so far, and I am very excited about us. I still get nervous around her sometimes, but it is still in a good way. She still manages to embarrass me, and that's fine. In my defense, I managed to do the same to her, so that's good.
I am very grateful that I met her, and I hope that this here story has a happy ending. I know that my mom sure does. Just a few days ago she asked, "Is she 'The One', Big D?" I told her, "Mom, I've only been out with her 4 times, so I can't really answer that."
She is really ready to marry me off, so she can have some more grandkids. Madness I tell you. So Big R, you're not the only one that my mom bugs about getting married.
Keep on keepin' on.
About a month ago, I was on the phone with Big Judy, and I was telling him about how I was going to go out with a girl for the first time. Let's call her T for now, because I haven't as of yet come up with a nickname for her. So I was talking to Big Judy about how I've been on so many freakin' first dates in my life, and that since the vast majority of them have gone horribly wrong, I don't get nervous about going on them anymore. I further explained to him that I wasn't surely wasn't gonna hold my breath for the outcome of this date.
Well, the following day, I met T. Everything started out just great. About 15-20 minutes into the date I began to realize that I was getting nervous. You see T is very beautiful, funny, outgoing, and we were hitting it off very well. Once I realized that I was nervous, it got worse, because I was conscious of that fact. Plus, she has a certain way about her that she manages to embarrass me quite easily. That is another interesting aspect about her personality. She manages to make me nervous (in a good way), but she also manages to make me blush. I must state now that I don't get embarrassed easily, and I rarely blush. But she manages to bring that out in me too.
On our 4th date, we ate dinner and talked there at the restaurant for over 4 hours. We had a great conversation, and she managed to really make me feel embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. That feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I attempted to compliment her. I told her what I meant to say, only she took it the wrong way. It's kinda like how it is a lot of times with men and women. A guy says something, and there are two possible interpretations to it: the one that the man meant to say, and the way that the woman interprets it - which ends up being the complete opposite of what the man meant to say. So after my botched compliment to her, which I managed to get her to understand what I really meant after some explaining, I became very embarrassed which lead to me becoming nervous.
She then excused herself, and I had a few minutes to ponder the events of the previous 5 minutes of my life. I then thought about how God has a very good sense of humor, because of her and how I feel about her. I went from blatantly stating that I never get nervous on dates anymore, and there I was, on a 4th date, and still nervous as a 14 year old boy on a first date. It made me smile.
So we've now been on 5 dates so far, and I am very excited about us. I still get nervous around her sometimes, but it is still in a good way. She still manages to embarrass me, and that's fine. In my defense, I managed to do the same to her, so that's good.
I am very grateful that I met her, and I hope that this here story has a happy ending. I know that my mom sure does. Just a few days ago she asked, "Is she 'The One', Big D?" I told her, "Mom, I've only been out with her 4 times, so I can't really answer that."
She is really ready to marry me off, so she can have some more grandkids. Madness I tell you. So Big R, you're not the only one that my mom bugs about getting married.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Ode To The Enema
I got this from here
It really is a monument to the enema. My life is now complete. I have now officially seen everything.
Waiter, check please.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, June 16, 2008
It's A Boy!
Big Judy and Triple D had a baby boy yesterday. I'm very happy for them, and as of now, they don't have a name for the little whipper snapper. I'm still going with "Judy", but I'm not quite sure that that's gonna fly. Big Judy, you're world has just changed. Good luck you two, and congratulations again!
Sweet, I'm an uncle again.*
Keep on keepin' on.
* FYI: Since Big Judy and Triple D have no siblings, then I am, by default, an uncle to their El Nino. I've told them that I was going to be their baby's uncle since even before they were married.
Sweet, I'm an uncle again.*
Keep on keepin' on.
* FYI: Since Big Judy and Triple D have no siblings, then I am, by default, an uncle to their El Nino. I've told them that I was going to be their baby's uncle since even before they were married.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Am I Going To Get Stood Up? UPDATE- New Odds BREAKING NEWS
Well folks, I can't say that I'm surprised about this. Those of you that know my online dating story are very familiar with the stories of me being stood up by different girls from match.com. There are 3 occasions where I showed up to the assigned meeting place and the other party in this arrangement decided that they had better things to do than to meet a tall drink of water like myself. They simply didn't show up, or have the common decency to tell me that they would rather not meet me. Very rude. Very.
Continuing on that theme, the girl that I met last Thursday (I wrote about her in my last post) and I had planned a date for tonight. We planned the day, but not the time or place, when we talked on Monday. We said that we would set the details on Tuesday. Well, I called on Tuesday evening and, shockingly, no response from her. Now what do I do? Let's set up a wager.
I'm going to place the odds of me going out with her tonight at about 3-1. Big R, you wanna place a bet with those odds? Not a bad payout, if you ask me. Especially knowing my incredibly wicked-crazy track record with dating. I might even place the odds against me going out tonight at 1-5 or maybe as good as 1-4.
Hmmmm. Maybe I'll have to throw in an exacta-type wager to make it interesting to place that piss-poor odds bet. O.K. Let's make the exacta along these lines. I would put the "win horse" bet on me not going out on the date tonight. The "place horse" bet will be that I will not ever see or hear from her again (payout of 3-2 for the exacta bet).
It's kind of a challenge because she could contact me today and tell me that the date is off, but that seems highly unlikely (60-1).
She could also contact me today and apologize and attempt to reschedule (10-1).
She could also contact me and tell me that I'm the tallest drink of water that she's ever seen (100,000,000-1).
If I was a betting man, and I am, I'm going with the above exacta bet. I'll bet my flood-damaged Home Theater system on that (valued at $0.0001 after taking on about 3 gallons of water).
It's now a little after 10:00 A.M., and I have heard nothing from her. If I don't hear anything by 2:00 P.M. today, then I will be about 99% certain that I will never hear from her again.
"The road goes on forever and the party never ends..."*
Keep on keepin' on.
*Robert Earl Keen quote...for those of you that don't know.
UPDATE:
It's now 12:40 P.M., and amazingly, I have heard nothing from her. *sarcasm* I will now update the odds:
Odds that I will go out with her tonight: 20-1
Odds that I will NOT go out with her tonight: 1-20
Odds that she will contact me in any way, shape, or form again: 20-1
More updates to come throughout the day.
BREAKING NEWS
It's now 1:50 P.M. and I just got off the phone with her. She called and said, "Sorry that I didn't call you last night, but..." I kinda zoned out then, because I realized that it was going to be a lame excuse. We are going out for dinner, but she has one strike against her. Red Flag #1. I also realize that she doesn't exactly owe me a lot at this point. But my point is that it's just common courtesy to do what you say. My guess is that she had a date last night (which is just fine with me), and didn't want to tell me. But we've only know each other for a grand total of 6 days, and we have only met each other once. It's not like I really think that I'm the only dude in her life. Dating is such a pain in the arse.
I guess Big R, you'd have won pretty big, if we had agreed on the updated odds. I got lucky on that one.
Continuing on that theme, the girl that I met last Thursday (I wrote about her in my last post) and I had planned a date for tonight. We planned the day, but not the time or place, when we talked on Monday. We said that we would set the details on Tuesday. Well, I called on Tuesday evening and, shockingly, no response from her. Now what do I do? Let's set up a wager.
I'm going to place the odds of me going out with her tonight at about 3-1. Big R, you wanna place a bet with those odds? Not a bad payout, if you ask me. Especially knowing my incredibly wicked-crazy track record with dating. I might even place the odds against me going out tonight at 1-5 or maybe as good as 1-4.
Hmmmm. Maybe I'll have to throw in an exacta-type wager to make it interesting to place that piss-poor odds bet. O.K. Let's make the exacta along these lines. I would put the "win horse" bet on me not going out on the date tonight. The "place horse" bet will be that I will not ever see or hear from her again (payout of 3-2 for the exacta bet).
It's kind of a challenge because she could contact me today and tell me that the date is off, but that seems highly unlikely (60-1).
She could also contact me today and apologize and attempt to reschedule (10-1).
She could also contact me and tell me that I'm the tallest drink of water that she's ever seen (100,000,000-1).
If I was a betting man, and I am, I'm going with the above exacta bet. I'll bet my flood-damaged Home Theater system on that (valued at $0.0001 after taking on about 3 gallons of water).
It's now a little after 10:00 A.M., and I have heard nothing from her. If I don't hear anything by 2:00 P.M. today, then I will be about 99% certain that I will never hear from her again.
"The road goes on forever and the party never ends..."*
Keep on keepin' on.
*Robert Earl Keen quote...for those of you that don't know.
UPDATE:
It's now 12:40 P.M., and amazingly, I have heard nothing from her. *sarcasm* I will now update the odds:
Odds that I will go out with her tonight: 20-1
Odds that I will NOT go out with her tonight: 1-20
Odds that she will contact me in any way, shape, or form again: 20-1
More updates to come throughout the day.
BREAKING NEWS
It's now 1:50 P.M. and I just got off the phone with her. She called and said, "Sorry that I didn't call you last night, but..." I kinda zoned out then, because I realized that it was going to be a lame excuse. We are going out for dinner, but she has one strike against her. Red Flag #1. I also realize that she doesn't exactly owe me a lot at this point. But my point is that it's just common courtesy to do what you say. My guess is that she had a date last night (which is just fine with me), and didn't want to tell me. But we've only know each other for a grand total of 6 days, and we have only met each other once. It's not like I really think that I'm the only dude in her life. Dating is such a pain in the arse.
I guess Big R, you'd have won pretty big, if we had agreed on the updated odds. I got lucky on that one.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Moving On Up, & An Update On My Dating Life
It's kind of interesting being the oldest sibling and having never been married. I'm 32, my sister is 30 (she got married at 22, and divorced at 28ish), and my brother is 26 and got married this last September. The reason that I bring this up is that my parents, especially my mom, take a little extra care of me. I really think that it's because I don't have an "old lady" to do it for me.
I'm not talking about cleaning my house, or even doing my laundry. Here is what I mean.
About a week ago, I asked my mom if she would help me arrange the furniture and give me her input on the decorating. She loves that kind of stuff, and she's pretty good at it. I am pretty good at it too, but I really didn't have a good idea on how to get the ball rolling on this place.
So, yesterday, my parents came over and helped me get my Pimpin' Bachelor Pad O' Love (PBPOL) ready for the ladies. Actually on more than one occasion yesterday my mom uttered these words, "Well, we have to make this place look nice for any girls you bring over here." I'm being 100% serious. Aww Mom.
So we spent about 7 hours on my PBPOL, with a 1/2 hour break in there for dinner - I made a 100% homemade chicken soup, that was divine, by the way. As an aside, I'm becoming quite the cook. But I digress.
Now my PBPOL is about 95% finished, and it looks great. I am very grateful that my parents - well, mainly my mom - for helping me. It's funny and maybe a bit lame, but I really enjoy hangin' out with my parents. They crack me up, and I'm very thankful that we have a great relationship.
I also realize that it's a bit different because I'm single, as apposed to if I was married - which is definitely a good thing.
On a different note, I have kind of lost track of my dating "score" but I'll do my best to update the stats. So for those of you keeping score at home, and I hope that you are doing a better job of this than I am, here are the updated stats:
Match.com chicks: 0.5 for 4.5
"Real world" chicks: 0 for 3.5
Now let me explain the numbers. The 0.5 of the 4.5 under the Match.com category represents a girl that I talked to multiple times, but never actually met because she lives in Austin and she stopped responding to my calls (I only called twice and then gave up, so I'm not a stalker). The 0.5 of the 3.5 under the "Real World" chicks represents a girl the Lil N introduced me to, and she really blew me off on our 4th date (I believe that I wrote about that date earlier on this here blog) but now she is still wanting to maintain contact. I'm not really sure why, so I leave it as a 1/2 of a loss.
Well they say that dating is a numbers game, and boy howdy, do I have the numbers to prove it. Good grief. Dating is such a pain in the butt. But if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, "Pimpin' ain't easy."
The 0.5 on the "win" side under the Match.com chicks represents a very real possibility in a girl. We met for the first time this Thursday and we had a great time. In fact, I'm more excited about her than any of the other chicks that I've been out with on this latest dating charade. She is very intriguing and I think that there is a lot of potential there. I'm keeping my fingers crossed with this one.
The beat goes on. And the search continues.
Until next time, keep on keepin' on.
I'm not talking about cleaning my house, or even doing my laundry. Here is what I mean.
About a week ago, I asked my mom if she would help me arrange the furniture and give me her input on the decorating. She loves that kind of stuff, and she's pretty good at it. I am pretty good at it too, but I really didn't have a good idea on how to get the ball rolling on this place.
So, yesterday, my parents came over and helped me get my Pimpin' Bachelor Pad O' Love (PBPOL) ready for the ladies. Actually on more than one occasion yesterday my mom uttered these words, "Well, we have to make this place look nice for any girls you bring over here." I'm being 100% serious. Aww Mom.
So we spent about 7 hours on my PBPOL, with a 1/2 hour break in there for dinner - I made a 100% homemade chicken soup, that was divine, by the way. As an aside, I'm becoming quite the cook. But I digress.
Now my PBPOL is about 95% finished, and it looks great. I am very grateful that my parents - well, mainly my mom - for helping me. It's funny and maybe a bit lame, but I really enjoy hangin' out with my parents. They crack me up, and I'm very thankful that we have a great relationship.
I also realize that it's a bit different because I'm single, as apposed to if I was married - which is definitely a good thing.
On a different note, I have kind of lost track of my dating "score" but I'll do my best to update the stats. So for those of you keeping score at home, and I hope that you are doing a better job of this than I am, here are the updated stats:
Match.com chicks: 0.5 for 4.5
"Real world" chicks: 0 for 3.5
Now let me explain the numbers. The 0.5 of the 4.5 under the Match.com category represents a girl that I talked to multiple times, but never actually met because she lives in Austin and she stopped responding to my calls (I only called twice and then gave up, so I'm not a stalker). The 0.5 of the 3.5 under the "Real World" chicks represents a girl the Lil N introduced me to, and she really blew me off on our 4th date (I believe that I wrote about that date earlier on this here blog) but now she is still wanting to maintain contact. I'm not really sure why, so I leave it as a 1/2 of a loss.
Well they say that dating is a numbers game, and boy howdy, do I have the numbers to prove it. Good grief. Dating is such a pain in the butt. But if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, "Pimpin' ain't easy."
The 0.5 on the "win" side under the Match.com chicks represents a very real possibility in a girl. We met for the first time this Thursday and we had a great time. In fact, I'm more excited about her than any of the other chicks that I've been out with on this latest dating charade. She is very intriguing and I think that there is a lot of potential there. I'm keeping my fingers crossed with this one.
The beat goes on. And the search continues.
Until next time, keep on keepin' on.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Dear John
I got another "Dear John" email today. I'm been getting quite a few of these suckers lately. It's not exactly earth shattering though. These emails are from girls that I've been on 1-3 dates with. Here is the story of the last one, with the actual email to follow. But first, the backstory.
I am a Christian. Shocking, I know. This girl, N, is also a Christian, but of the Church of Christ. I am not really familiar with that church, but I am more educated now. I first met N about 2 weeks ago, when we met for coffee. It went fine. We went out on our second date this past Friday, and it was interesting.
We went to a restaurant, where that wait was going to be about 45 minutes. I asked her if she wanted a drink, and she told me that she didn't drink, which didn't surprise me at all. She had given me some clues previously that had lead me to think that she was not a drinker. Which is fine with me, as long as she wouldn't get on my case if I did. So I ordered a beer, and we chit chatted.
Sometime during the dinner conversation, we started talking about religion. And somehow Israel was brought up. I told her (warning: I'm about to get into a bit of theology here) that I believed that we as Christians (and as a country) should support Israel. I also stated how important the Jews are to God, and to Christians, and how the "end times" revolved around God bringing back the Jews to Him. I believe that from the time of Jesus' death up until "The End" of the world, God is spreading His message through the Church, and it's Christians. This time is for the Gentiles to know God.
She completely disagreed. She said that the Jews are no long really relevant, and that the Church is what matters now, and that the Church has "replaced" the Jews now*. I was flabbergasted.
Well, we finished the night off without a hitch, and I called her on Sunday. She didn't answer and I left a message. When I didn't hear back from her that night, I really suspected that I wasn't going to hear from her again. I was wrong.
This morning the following email was in my inbox from her:
I don't know about you, but I took this to be a bit rude. Whatcha think?
Keep on keepin' on. And sorry for the preachin'.
*This false doctrine is called Replacement Theology, and is completely incorrect, because there is no Biblical backing for it.
I am a Christian. Shocking, I know. This girl, N, is also a Christian, but of the Church of Christ. I am not really familiar with that church, but I am more educated now. I first met N about 2 weeks ago, when we met for coffee. It went fine. We went out on our second date this past Friday, and it was interesting.
We went to a restaurant, where that wait was going to be about 45 minutes. I asked her if she wanted a drink, and she told me that she didn't drink, which didn't surprise me at all. She had given me some clues previously that had lead me to think that she was not a drinker. Which is fine with me, as long as she wouldn't get on my case if I did. So I ordered a beer, and we chit chatted.
Sometime during the dinner conversation, we started talking about religion. And somehow Israel was brought up. I told her (warning: I'm about to get into a bit of theology here) that I believed that we as Christians (and as a country) should support Israel. I also stated how important the Jews are to God, and to Christians, and how the "end times" revolved around God bringing back the Jews to Him. I believe that from the time of Jesus' death up until "The End" of the world, God is spreading His message through the Church, and it's Christians. This time is for the Gentiles to know God.
She completely disagreed. She said that the Jews are no long really relevant, and that the Church is what matters now, and that the Church has "replaced" the Jews now*. I was flabbergasted.
Well, we finished the night off without a hitch, and I called her on Sunday. She didn't answer and I left a message. When I didn't hear back from her that night, I really suspected that I wasn't going to hear from her again. I was wrong.
This morning the following email was in my inbox from her:
Hey Double D,
Sorry I didnt call you back last night, I was out. I wanted to tell you that it is very important to me to find someone with similar religious beliefs to mine. Speaking to you Friday night at dinner, I think our beliefs are about as opposite as they can get. I don't think there is any way that it can possibly work out between us.
Thanks for dinner,
N
I don't know about you, but I took this to be a bit rude. Whatcha think?
Keep on keepin' on. And sorry for the preachin'.
*This false doctrine is called Replacement Theology, and is completely incorrect, because there is no Biblical backing for it.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Yes, I'm Still Alive
I apologize to my 1.327 readers out there for not posting in about 3 years, but I have been a tad busy with dealing with "The Flood" of my apartment at the end of last month. I decided use capital letters when writing about my flooding, because then it puts it into mythic proportions. Kind of like The Great Flood, but not all of the massive destruction of the entire planet and all of that. Here is what happened.
Last month, I went down to Houston to visit my sister. I was away from my apartment from 7:00 A.M. on Friday until 9:00 P.M. on Sunday. I was dog tired as I walked up to my apartment, and when I opened the door, my first thought was that I had been robbed, but I quickly realized the my apartment was flooded. All of my stuff was in complete chaos, as the maintenance dudes had put as much of my stuff off of the floor. It was a mess!!!
Thank God I had renters insurance!
By that Wednesday, a company had moved my stuff into an apartment around the corner from my old one. They packed up about 30% of my stuff into boxes, and the rest they pretty much just threw into random piles o' stuff. I managed to find a decent apartment that is closer to work, and that is of a much better quality to boot. I am very pleased that it's all starting to work itself out. I am still waiting on the guitar shop to finish determining how much damage was done to my 3 acoustic and 2 electric guitars, my fiddle, and my mandolin. What a mess.
I had movers move me into my new apartment, and I am very glad that I did. I only had to pay about $100 with tip, because I used umovefree.com. Not a bad deal I guess. The moving company had a deal that the move was "free" as long as you don't actually have any stuff to move. Odd, I know. It's kind of a bait-and-switch type of deal. Your "free" move limited you to 25 boxes and a limited amount of furniture. I had to pay $2/box over 25 boxes, $25 because I had a sleeper sofa, and $20 for them to move my guitar amps and PA system. But, I didn't have to spend an entire day, in 105 degree heat, moving my earthly possessions, so I still think that I ended up ahead in the game.
I did, however, find that my poolside apartment isn't all it's cracked up to be. The little rugrats are pretty dang loud, and I think that my weekends aren't gonna be to quiet for the next few months. Oh well, at least I have a great view of all of the hot chicks that go swimming...Oh wait...There aren't any. Why am I paying an extra $25/month for the privilege of being poolside? Oh yeah, because it was the only first floor apartment available. Bummer.
I hope all 1.327 of you out there are livin' large. And I must apologize to Big R's sister who said that my blog is too depressing. Hey, I had broken up with my last girlfriend. Cut a brotha some slack. I'm back. I'm black. And I'm...oh forget it.
Keep on keepin' on.
Last month, I went down to Houston to visit my sister. I was away from my apartment from 7:00 A.M. on Friday until 9:00 P.M. on Sunday. I was dog tired as I walked up to my apartment, and when I opened the door, my first thought was that I had been robbed, but I quickly realized the my apartment was flooded. All of my stuff was in complete chaos, as the maintenance dudes had put as much of my stuff off of the floor. It was a mess!!!
Thank God I had renters insurance!
By that Wednesday, a company had moved my stuff into an apartment around the corner from my old one. They packed up about 30% of my stuff into boxes, and the rest they pretty much just threw into random piles o' stuff. I managed to find a decent apartment that is closer to work, and that is of a much better quality to boot. I am very pleased that it's all starting to work itself out. I am still waiting on the guitar shop to finish determining how much damage was done to my 3 acoustic and 2 electric guitars, my fiddle, and my mandolin. What a mess.
I had movers move me into my new apartment, and I am very glad that I did. I only had to pay about $100 with tip, because I used umovefree.com. Not a bad deal I guess. The moving company had a deal that the move was "free" as long as you don't actually have any stuff to move. Odd, I know. It's kind of a bait-and-switch type of deal. Your "free" move limited you to 25 boxes and a limited amount of furniture. I had to pay $2/box over 25 boxes, $25 because I had a sleeper sofa, and $20 for them to move my guitar amps and PA system. But, I didn't have to spend an entire day, in 105 degree heat, moving my earthly possessions, so I still think that I ended up ahead in the game.
I did, however, find that my poolside apartment isn't all it's cracked up to be. The little rugrats are pretty dang loud, and I think that my weekends aren't gonna be to quiet for the next few months. Oh well, at least I have a great view of all of the hot chicks that go swimming...Oh wait...There aren't any. Why am I paying an extra $25/month for the privilege of being poolside? Oh yeah, because it was the only first floor apartment available. Bummer.
I hope all 1.327 of you out there are livin' large. And I must apologize to Big R's sister who said that my blog is too depressing. Hey, I had broken up with my last girlfriend. Cut a brotha some slack. I'm back. I'm black. And I'm...oh forget it.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
More Match.com Stuff
You just can't make this stuff up. I really, really wish that I could. If my monkey brain could come up with this stuff routinely, then I'd be sipping cold beer on a beach every day for the rest of my life. Here is another chick's profile and my example #2 of brilliance in literature:
Under her introduction heading about herself and who she is looking for:
Is "40G" her bra size?!?!? If so, then I'm out done right there. Plain and simple. And if it took her 26 years to get an "azz," then I'm out. And what does "someone that I...don't mind being seen with in public." mean? Or that she needs "someone that I can wake up to" or that she needs a "ten by my side?" This is just funny.
She continues and describes her ethnicity:
And to finish off her stunning profile, under the heading "Last Read." Um...well...she left that blank. Seriously. She couldn't come up with anything that she last read?!?!? That's dang funny.
Keep on keepin' on.
Under her introduction heading about herself and who she is looking for:
I'm 5"4, 40G and thick in the waist. I can also say I even have an azz, it took me about 26 years to get it. I'm looking for someone who's down to earth and love to chill. I need someone that I can wake up to and don't mind being seen with in public. I need a ten by my side.
Is "40G" her bra size?!?!? If so, then I'm out done right there. Plain and simple. And if it took her 26 years to get an "azz," then I'm out. And what does "someone that I...don't mind being seen with in public." mean? Or that she needs "someone that I can wake up to" or that she needs a "ten by my side?" This is just funny.
She continues and describes her ethnicity:
"Dark & Lovely"
And to finish off her stunning profile, under the heading "Last Read." Um...well...she left that blank. Seriously. She couldn't come up with anything that she last read?!?!? That's dang funny.
Keep on keepin' on.
Match.com stuff
I have been on match.com off an on for the past 5 years or so, and I've met some pretty interesting women. I've also seen some pretty dang crazy profiles too. Here is an example of one woman's paragraph to describe herself and what she wants in a man:
If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
Here is what she does for fun:
Oh, she "like action comedy movies." What exactly is that? It's cool that she "love been with friend" and "been close to the nature." Astounding.
Here's more. Here is what she wrote about her job:
What in the sam hell does that mean?!?!? I am so confused right now. So you always travel on your job, but what part of your job entails "when ever am on visiting"??!?!?!!?!?!?!!? I need to nap. But wait, there's more.
Here is what she wrote about her religion:
Good. At least she's a "church girl." I go to church "when ever am around" too. Wow, we must be soulmates!
It keeps going. Under her education, she wrote these stunningly brilliant words:
She really has a gift. Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up.
And to finish off her Shakespearian-like prose, she wrote this under the heading of Favorite Hot Spots:
If she is able to tie her shoes and feed herself, I would be thoroughly impressed.
I feel like I've had my brain sucked out of my head, and watched it cooked like scrambled eggs after reading her profile.
I'm guessing that she's not picking up a lot of "educated men." Or any guy that would want to date her for longer than 5-6 sex-filled nights.
I'm gonna search for more of these beauties, and I'll post them if I find any more.
In the meantime, keep on keepin' on.
"I want a man who is not always thinking about themselves. One who is very romantic and not afraid to just go do something off the wall. Romance keeps a relationship going. I'm not one that just likes to go to bed have sex and then that is it. It needs to have the right mood."
If that's not poetry, then I don't know what is.
Here is what she does for fun:
"I love reading, listening to music, like action comedy movies, love meeting people far or near, i love been with friend and going out for camping and most of all been close to the nature."
Oh, she "like action comedy movies." What exactly is that? It's cool that she "love been with friend" and "been close to the nature." Astounding.
Here's more. Here is what she wrote about her job:
"I always travel ..when ever am on visiting."
What in the sam hell does that mean?!?!? I am so confused right now. So you always travel on your job, but what part of your job entails "when ever am on visiting"??!?!?!!?!?!?!!? I need to nap. But wait, there's more.
Here is what she wrote about her religion:
"I go to church when ever am around."
Good. At least she's a "church girl." I go to church "when ever am around" too. Wow, we must be soulmates!
It keeps going. Under her education, she wrote these stunningly brilliant words:
"I really miss my classmate."
She really has a gift. Seriously. I couldn't make this stuff up.
And to finish off her Shakespearian-like prose, she wrote this under the heading of Favorite Hot Spots:
"Well am new to the internet dating thing but will like to experience life with my partner.who knows..."
If she is able to tie her shoes and feed herself, I would be thoroughly impressed.
I feel like I've had my brain sucked out of my head, and watched it cooked like scrambled eggs after reading her profile.
I'm guessing that she's not picking up a lot of "educated men." Or any guy that would want to date her for longer than 5-6 sex-filled nights.
I'm gonna search for more of these beauties, and I'll post them if I find any more.
In the meantime, keep on keepin' on.
Check This Out
In case you didn't feel bad enough about Global Warming, here is a complete list of the consequences of Global Warming. Yes, even "fashion disasters" and "polar bear cannabillistic" are blamed on Global Warming. Good grief, when are people gonna wake up and see that this "Global Warming" stuff is a bunch of B.S.!!!
Keep on keepin' on.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Nice Surprise For Me
I had a great weekend. I flew to Houston to visit my sister. But all of that joy was sucked from my soul when I stepped foot into my apartment.
It flooded.
Sometime after 7:00 A.M. this past Friday, my toilet decided to keep running...and running...and running, until my entire apartment was flooded. I have no idea when the surrounding neighbors noticed it, but most of my stuff was on my bed, kitchen table, couch, etc.
And now my place smells like a swamp.
I spent about 3 hours this evening going through the damaged goods. I'm pretty dang upset because my Willie Nelson autographed guitar is ruined. I had him sign my very first guitar, so there is also a big sentimental value to it too. All of my 5 guitars, a 50-60 year old violin, and a mandolin were damaged.
Not too fun.
I'm meeting with the insurance adjuster tomorrow morning. I just hope that I don't get completely screwed on the deal.
Keep on keepin on.
It flooded.
Sometime after 7:00 A.M. this past Friday, my toilet decided to keep running...and running...and running, until my entire apartment was flooded. I have no idea when the surrounding neighbors noticed it, but most of my stuff was on my bed, kitchen table, couch, etc.
And now my place smells like a swamp.
I spent about 3 hours this evening going through the damaged goods. I'm pretty dang upset because my Willie Nelson autographed guitar is ruined. I had him sign my very first guitar, so there is also a big sentimental value to it too. All of my 5 guitars, a 50-60 year old violin, and a mandolin were damaged.
Not too fun.
I'm meeting with the insurance adjuster tomorrow morning. I just hope that I don't get completely screwed on the deal.
Keep on keepin on.
Monday, April 14, 2008
A Few Comments
1. I hate the IRS. Nuff said.
2. Why on earth are we paying so much freaking $$$ in taxes, only to:
a) support well-bodied people who refuse to work?
b) pay for a vastly overbearing government
c) give it away to terrorist nations in "aid"
I could keep going, but I'll stop there.
3. I read this today from Dennis Prager
"I am convinced that human evil is so great that most people choose either to ignore it or to focus their concerns elsewhere -- like those who believe that human-created carbon dioxide emission, not human evil, poses the greatest threat to mankind. No one will ever get killed for fighting global warming. Fighting evil, on the other hand, is quite dangerous."
Sad but true. Keep on keepin' on.
2. Why on earth are we paying so much freaking $$$ in taxes, only to:
a) support well-bodied people who refuse to work?
b) pay for a vastly overbearing government
c) give it away to terrorist nations in "aid"
I could keep going, but I'll stop there.
3. I read this today from Dennis Prager
"I am convinced that human evil is so great that most people choose either to ignore it or to focus their concerns elsewhere -- like those who believe that human-created carbon dioxide emission, not human evil, poses the greatest threat to mankind. No one will ever get killed for fighting global warming. Fighting evil, on the other hand, is quite dangerous."
Sad but true. Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Abraham Lincoln Quote
I found this quote, which was printed in an article about the US not producing many rare earth minerals anymore. I'm not gonna post that article, because it ain't exactly what this blog is about; but I did find that this quote is very, very valid for today's United States.
“It is the duty of nations, as well as of men, to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God … and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations only are blessed whose God is the Lord. … We have been the recipients of the choicest blessings of heaven. We have been preserved, these many years, in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation ever has grown; but we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious Hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own.” Abraham Lincoln.
That pretty much sums up, in my humble opinion, the US's problems today.
Keep on keepin' on.
“It is the duty of nations, as well as of men, to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God … and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations only are blessed whose God is the Lord. … We have been the recipients of the choicest blessings of heaven. We have been preserved, these many years, in peace and prosperity. We have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation ever has grown; but we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious Hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own.” Abraham Lincoln.
That pretty much sums up, in my humble opinion, the US's problems today.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
An Update
I'll give you and update on my dating "score."
Match.com dates: 0-2
"Real World" dates (i.e., girls that I didn't meet through a computer): 0-3
I have been on anywhere from 1-4 dates with these women, and it's been interesting.
I have just started talking to a girl that my aunt introduced me to. Disadvantage: she's only 23. Advantage: she's 6' tall. (For those of you that don't know, I'm 6'3".) We talked for the first time last night and it went pretty well, and I'm planning on going out with her sometime next week. I have learned a while ago to have exactly zero expectations when going out on first dates. My hope before any given first date is about 5%. It makes it a lot easier that way.
One odd thing of late, I have seen 3 very attractive black women (1 from Texas, 1 from Kenya, and 1 from Nigeria) in the past 3 days at 2 of the clinics that I work. And they were all single. Hmm, maybe I should go back to black?
On a completely random note, I'm working in a clinic in Dallas today. The office manager here is very cool and we get along very well. She told me that there was a client that she thought that would be good for me to date. I told her great, because I'm up for dating pretty much anybody once. I'm not desperate, but I think that it's pretty easy to be too picky, and you never know who you will be attracted too.
Back to the story, I told the office manager to set it up. And then she said very loudly, "What are you gonna say to her? 'Hey Baby, you wanna take ride in my HUMMER?'" There was a client on the other side of the door, and since the doors are made of rice paper, the client heard her. Not exactly a professional thing to say when a client can hear.
Well, I'd better get back to "working." I really don't see too many patients at this clinic, which is kinda nice.
Keep on keepin' on.
Match.com dates: 0-2
"Real World" dates (i.e., girls that I didn't meet through a computer): 0-3
I have been on anywhere from 1-4 dates with these women, and it's been interesting.
I have just started talking to a girl that my aunt introduced me to. Disadvantage: she's only 23. Advantage: she's 6' tall. (For those of you that don't know, I'm 6'3".) We talked for the first time last night and it went pretty well, and I'm planning on going out with her sometime next week. I have learned a while ago to have exactly zero expectations when going out on first dates. My hope before any given first date is about 5%. It makes it a lot easier that way.
One odd thing of late, I have seen 3 very attractive black women (1 from Texas, 1 from Kenya, and 1 from Nigeria) in the past 3 days at 2 of the clinics that I work. And they were all single. Hmm, maybe I should go back to black?
On a completely random note, I'm working in a clinic in Dallas today. The office manager here is very cool and we get along very well. She told me that there was a client that she thought that would be good for me to date. I told her great, because I'm up for dating pretty much anybody once. I'm not desperate, but I think that it's pretty easy to be too picky, and you never know who you will be attracted too.
Back to the story, I told the office manager to set it up. And then she said very loudly, "What are you gonna say to her? 'Hey Baby, you wanna take ride in my HUMMER?'" There was a client on the other side of the door, and since the doors are made of rice paper, the client heard her. Not exactly a professional thing to say when a client can hear.
Well, I'd better get back to "working." I really don't see too many patients at this clinic, which is kinda nice.
Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thoughts on Free Time
Now that I am in the single world again, I have realized that I have a tremendous amount of free time. A lot of free time. I never really realized how much of my time was taken up in my last relationship. Not that that is a bad thing, per se. I now have pretty much unlimited free time on my hands, and I am really not sure how to best use it.
Learn to speak Spanish?
Learn about a particular subject?
Get involved in a bunch of things?
It's pretty funny, because my brother, who is married with a 2 year old and a 6 week old, has zero free time. Nada.
And I have more than I know what to do with. And I'm working my arse off too.
I've been getting this nagging feeling that I'm wasting time/my life. Maybe it's a natural process that everybody goes through. Come to think of it, it is natural. I've been pondering a lot, since I have plenty of "pondering time" on my hands - things like, "Why am I here?" and "What exactly is my purpose?" You know, the usual pontificating.
I'm not coming up with a lot...
I guess that I'm just a bit disappointed that my life hasn't gone differently. When I was 20, heck even 25, I thought that by the time I was 30, I'd be married with a house with a white picket fence, and 2.14 kids in said house.
I am very thankful that I do have what I do have though. And I do have a lot of fun, vicariously as it may be, with my brothers kids. As an aside, is it weird that I want to spend my Saturday night with those kids?
And the answer to that is...yes.
Now I really feel lame...it's not cool to want to hang with a 2 year old and discuss the hidden symbolism of an episode of "Barney" on a Saturday night, now is it?
Great, now I am making myself depressed. Oh, the humanity.
Have a great weekend. I know that I will. Keep on keepin' on.
Learn to speak Spanish?
Learn about a particular subject?
Get involved in a bunch of things?
It's pretty funny, because my brother, who is married with a 2 year old and a 6 week old, has zero free time. Nada.
And I have more than I know what to do with. And I'm working my arse off too.
I've been getting this nagging feeling that I'm wasting time/my life. Maybe it's a natural process that everybody goes through. Come to think of it, it is natural. I've been pondering a lot, since I have plenty of "pondering time" on my hands - things like, "Why am I here?" and "What exactly is my purpose?" You know, the usual pontificating.
I'm not coming up with a lot...
I guess that I'm just a bit disappointed that my life hasn't gone differently. When I was 20, heck even 25, I thought that by the time I was 30, I'd be married with a house with a white picket fence, and 2.14 kids in said house.
I am very thankful that I do have what I do have though. And I do have a lot of fun, vicariously as it may be, with my brothers kids. As an aside, is it weird that I want to spend my Saturday night with those kids?
And the answer to that is...yes.
Now I really feel lame...it's not cool to want to hang with a 2 year old and discuss the hidden symbolism of an episode of "Barney" on a Saturday night, now is it?
Great, now I am making myself depressed. Oh, the humanity.
Have a great weekend. I know that I will. Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
House Hunting
I think that I'm going to put the house hunting on hold for a while. I have looked at 21 houses over the past 2 months and none of them were going to work. Out of those 21, only about 3-4 of them would be livable and in a neighborhood that wasn't a "hood." And out of those 3-4, only 1 of them would have possibly worked out, but it was priced way too high for what I thought it was worth.
So, I guess I'm a gonna chill out in my one bedroom, piece of work apartment for a while. I guess that I'm gonna look for a lil' piece of land to buy. And then I'll slap a trailer house on it...and put 2-3 pink flamingoes in the front yard to make that sucker official. Yep, I'm a redneck.
Today has been mad crazy at the ole clinic, and I just got done dealing with 2 lesbians and their dog. Don't get your fantasies up guys, they aren't very attractive.
Keep on keepin' on.
So, I guess I'm a gonna chill out in my one bedroom, piece of work apartment for a while. I guess that I'm gonna look for a lil' piece of land to buy. And then I'll slap a trailer house on it...and put 2-3 pink flamingoes in the front yard to make that sucker official. Yep, I'm a redneck.
Today has been mad crazy at the ole clinic, and I just got done dealing with 2 lesbians and their dog. Don't get your fantasies up guys, they aren't very attractive.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
My HUMMER H3
My brother and I officially broke in the HUMMER this last weekend, and the above pic is from that excursion. It was a pretty simple off-road adventure, but an off-road adventure nonetheless. I was a bit nervous letting my brother drive the HUMMER though. I'm not gonna lie.
Here's another pic from when I went on a drive this past Sunday. I decided to try an climb a rock mountain. I almost climbed it and I managed to scare the ever-living crap outta myself when it went on 3 wheels. This picture is from when I had just backed it back down to put the 4th wheel on the ground. It doesn't look as impressive as it did in real life, but I can assure you, it was pretty dang cool.
A week from today, I'm taking my brother, and the H3, out on a 1/2 day off-road course. It will consist of 1 hour of classroom instruction, followed by 2-3 hours of off-road driving on 2 different courses. I'm very, very excited about it. And so is my brother. It's his birthday present from me. Totally rad dude.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Funk Master Flex
I've been in a bit of a funk as of late. I never really ever find out what causes these times, but they come out of nowhere and last for an unpredictable time period. Today is the peak of said funkness, probably because of the following.
All heck has broken loose all day today, and I've been uber-busy. In the midst of it all, I get a 12 year old dog that is very, very sick. The owner is a middle-aged woman and her friend is in the room with her for moral support. I told the owner that her dog is on death's door. She wasn't really prepared for what I told her. After telling her the options, which are basically none, she started crying. Her friend was trying to support her and the owner said, "I wish I could die with the dog."
Now that's heavy.
Her husband died a year or two ago on March 23rd, and she wanted to put the dog to sleep on that day. I told her that the dog probably won't last that long.
She decided to say her good-byes tonight, and have the dog euthanized tomorrow. As they were leaving, I pulled the friend aside and gave her a pet loss brochure. It was then that the friend told me that the owner had just gotten done with 11 months of cancer treatment. It was then that I realized that the reason why the lady was taking it so hard was because I told her that I really suspect that her dog had cancer.
The irony is painful.
So, now I really feel like lump of a$$. It's been a rough day. I feel about as useless as tits on a boar hog.*
Count your blessings everyone, because now my problems don't seem so large when I compare them to what this widow lady has gone through.
Keep on keepin' on.
P.S. Sorry for the downer post-to-post writing. Hopefully, I'll write something a bit more on the up and up next time.
* I really don't feel that way. I just really like that saying, and I found a spot to throw it into this post. Sorry.
All heck has broken loose all day today, and I've been uber-busy. In the midst of it all, I get a 12 year old dog that is very, very sick. The owner is a middle-aged woman and her friend is in the room with her for moral support. I told the owner that her dog is on death's door. She wasn't really prepared for what I told her. After telling her the options, which are basically none, she started crying. Her friend was trying to support her and the owner said, "I wish I could die with the dog."
Now that's heavy.
Her husband died a year or two ago on March 23rd, and she wanted to put the dog to sleep on that day. I told her that the dog probably won't last that long.
She decided to say her good-byes tonight, and have the dog euthanized tomorrow. As they were leaving, I pulled the friend aside and gave her a pet loss brochure. It was then that the friend told me that the owner had just gotten done with 11 months of cancer treatment. It was then that I realized that the reason why the lady was taking it so hard was because I told her that I really suspect that her dog had cancer.
The irony is painful.
So, now I really feel like lump of a$$. It's been a rough day. I feel about as useless as tits on a boar hog.*
Count your blessings everyone, because now my problems don't seem so large when I compare them to what this widow lady has gone through.
Keep on keepin' on.
P.S. Sorry for the downer post-to-post writing. Hopefully, I'll write something a bit more on the up and up next time.
* I really don't feel that way. I just really like that saying, and I found a spot to throw it into this post. Sorry.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Amazing What The "Delete" Button Can Do
I've been working on cleaning out my photos lately. Those 1.43 readers out there that know me know that I take a BOATLOAD of pictures, and so naturally, I have a lot of pictures of Annie and I.
As I'm going through these photos, all digital, it's impossible not to take a stroll back down memory lane to the time when that given picture was taken. I have a lot of memories stored in these bits and bites on my computer.
It is also very "real" now. I have been removing these photos and moving them to another digital photo album - I guess that I'm not quite ready to get rid of them for good. That way I don't have to stare at the hundreds, if not thousands of pics I have of Annie and I every time I want to go through my digital photo album.
So it is with this in mind that I really started thinking about how with just a click of the button, all of those memories - those not stored in my brain - can simply vanish...without a trace. I guess it is just like in the real world. One day you are part of a couple, just like it has been for months and months. And then one day comes, and poof, you are by yourself again.
It is really very...final. It seems to take a while for everything to set in - I am single. It's not like I haven't realized this fact, I mean really realized it, but it is a bit more "real" now that I'm cleaning house, so to speak.
I really don't think that Annie is reading this anymore, but that's for the better. If she by some chance happens to stumble across this...know that I am very glad that we met. I thank God for our time together. You are a very special person, and you will make some man very happy to be your husband.
I guess this is all part of life. Getting new memories and photographs...and trying, in time, to forget old memories and deleting photographs.
Cheers.
Keep on keepin' on.
As I'm going through these photos, all digital, it's impossible not to take a stroll back down memory lane to the time when that given picture was taken. I have a lot of memories stored in these bits and bites on my computer.
It is also very "real" now. I have been removing these photos and moving them to another digital photo album - I guess that I'm not quite ready to get rid of them for good. That way I don't have to stare at the hundreds, if not thousands of pics I have of Annie and I every time I want to go through my digital photo album.
So it is with this in mind that I really started thinking about how with just a click of the button, all of those memories - those not stored in my brain - can simply vanish...without a trace. I guess it is just like in the real world. One day you are part of a couple, just like it has been for months and months. And then one day comes, and poof, you are by yourself again.
It is really very...final. It seems to take a while for everything to set in - I am single. It's not like I haven't realized this fact, I mean really realized it, but it is a bit more "real" now that I'm cleaning house, so to speak.
I really don't think that Annie is reading this anymore, but that's for the better. If she by some chance happens to stumble across this...know that I am very glad that we met. I thank God for our time together. You are a very special person, and you will make some man very happy to be your husband.
I guess this is all part of life. Getting new memories and photographs...and trying, in time, to forget old memories and deleting photographs.
Cheers.
Keep on keepin' on.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
A Strange Thing Happened At Work Today
I very rarely go up to the waiting areas of any of the vet clinics that I work in, for reasons that should be obvious. Unfortunately, at the clinic I'm working at today, you have to go out through the waiting area to go outside.
I decided that I needed a cup of coffee, and I walked out into the waiting room and straight to the door. As I was walking, I very briefly saw a woman squatting to get her cat out of it carrier. I only glanced at the scene for about 0.0001 seconds, and continued out the door.
About 3 minutes later, as I was rounding the corner to head back into the clinic, I noticed a car. I thought, "Hmmm, that looks just like Kim's car." Kim is the second of the match.com girls that didn't work out. I introduced her to this clinic, but as I continued walking to the clinic, I thought that it couldn't possibly be her car because I figured that she would go someplace else.
I was wrong.
I entered the clinic to see her standing there with her cat. She was pretty shocked to see me, because the last that she knew, I was only working here on Tuesdays. Also, I traded in my truck, so there is no way for her to think that I was working today.
Now can you say, "Awkward?" I walk up to her and we say very few words. Then I kinda wait there, not knowing what to say. You see kids, she is the one that stopped our dating. So I really didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if she was going to explain anything or not. I stood there awkardly, kinda waiting for her to say something. She never did. Finally, she left, and before doing so she said, "It was good to see you again."
Liar.
It was a very odd moment of which I'd rather not relive again.
Keep on keepin' on.
I decided that I needed a cup of coffee, and I walked out into the waiting room and straight to the door. As I was walking, I very briefly saw a woman squatting to get her cat out of it carrier. I only glanced at the scene for about 0.0001 seconds, and continued out the door.
About 3 minutes later, as I was rounding the corner to head back into the clinic, I noticed a car. I thought, "Hmmm, that looks just like Kim's car." Kim is the second of the match.com girls that didn't work out. I introduced her to this clinic, but as I continued walking to the clinic, I thought that it couldn't possibly be her car because I figured that she would go someplace else.
I was wrong.
I entered the clinic to see her standing there with her cat. She was pretty shocked to see me, because the last that she knew, I was only working here on Tuesdays. Also, I traded in my truck, so there is no way for her to think that I was working today.
Now can you say, "Awkward?" I walk up to her and we say very few words. Then I kinda wait there, not knowing what to say. You see kids, she is the one that stopped our dating. So I really didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if she was going to explain anything or not. I stood there awkardly, kinda waiting for her to say something. She never did. Finally, she left, and before doing so she said, "It was good to see you again."
Liar.
It was a very odd moment of which I'd rather not relive again.
Keep on keepin' on.
Wicked Crazy
My dating over the last 6 weeks or so has been...interesitng. Thankfully, I haven't met any girls that Big R would scream, "You're f*#$&ing crazy!!" to, so I have that going for me. Thankfully.
So, for those of you keeping score at home, I am officially 0-2 with the match.com girls, and 0-1 which will soon probably be 0-2 with the "real world" girls. I went out with the 2nd "real world" girl on Friday, and it went well, but I'm not too terribly positive that it's gonna go much farther than I can throw Big R. Or, that it's gonna go much farther than Cameltoes on a first date. Or, that it's gonna go much farther than Big Judy trying to walk home when he's stumbling drunk. Or...ah, I'm done with the references.
Tonight, I'm going to meet another "real world" girl. Lil N set me up with her. She seems really cool on the phone, and now I just hope that the looks match the personality. We shall see.
As a result of my VAST dating experience, I really don't get excited anymore before I go on a first date. I can't even count how many first dates I've had in my life, but I'd say that it is somewhere in the 30's by now. That's a lot of bad first dates. And how.
When I look on my life and where it's at now, I am blown away at how I'm not married by now. I'm living in a piece o' crap 1 bedroom apartment, I have no "real" job, I eat a lot of TV dinners, my place remains in a complete state of craziness, and my sheets get changed about twice a year. Who wouldn't want a cat like me?
All kidding aside, I really hope that I can find a house that is in a neighborhood not consisting of Bloods, ex-cons, and cats that ain't had a job in 22.5 years. I like hangin' wit da brothas as much as the next guy, but I'd at least like to live in a neighborhood that is safe, and where I won't have to worry about getting shot in a drive-by.
Tomorrow, I am heading out to look at 5 houses, and I ain't exactly as thrilled as an American Idol contestant about the likelihood of me buying one of them either. I don't know where else to look, or what else to do for that matter. We shall see.
That be all folks. I ain't got much else to say. Then again, when do I really have anything much to say?
Keep on keepin' on.
So, for those of you keeping score at home, I am officially 0-2 with the match.com girls, and 0-1 which will soon probably be 0-2 with the "real world" girls. I went out with the 2nd "real world" girl on Friday, and it went well, but I'm not too terribly positive that it's gonna go much farther than I can throw Big R. Or, that it's gonna go much farther than Cameltoes on a first date. Or, that it's gonna go much farther than Big Judy trying to walk home when he's stumbling drunk. Or...ah, I'm done with the references.
Tonight, I'm going to meet another "real world" girl. Lil N set me up with her. She seems really cool on the phone, and now I just hope that the looks match the personality. We shall see.
As a result of my VAST dating experience, I really don't get excited anymore before I go on a first date. I can't even count how many first dates I've had in my life, but I'd say that it is somewhere in the 30's by now. That's a lot of bad first dates. And how.
When I look on my life and where it's at now, I am blown away at how I'm not married by now. I'm living in a piece o' crap 1 bedroom apartment, I have no "real" job, I eat a lot of TV dinners, my place remains in a complete state of craziness, and my sheets get changed about twice a year. Who wouldn't want a cat like me?
All kidding aside, I really hope that I can find a house that is in a neighborhood not consisting of Bloods, ex-cons, and cats that ain't had a job in 22.5 years. I like hangin' wit da brothas as much as the next guy, but I'd at least like to live in a neighborhood that is safe, and where I won't have to worry about getting shot in a drive-by.
Tomorrow, I am heading out to look at 5 houses, and I ain't exactly as thrilled as an American Idol contestant about the likelihood of me buying one of them either. I don't know where else to look, or what else to do for that matter. We shall see.
That be all folks. I ain't got much else to say. Then again, when do I really have anything much to say?
Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
My New Ride
I finally did it. I got rid of my calamity of a truck. It had MAJOR engine issues, that, even after 3 trips to the dealer, did not really resolve the problem.
So, what would you imagine that I would buy?
I bought a 2008 HUMMER H3. White. With the Adventure Package.
And what am I going to do with such a kick ass ride? I'm gonna use it like it's supposed to be used. In fact, in about 2 weeks, I am going to take my brother out for his birthday on a HUMMER half day driving class. It entails 1 hour of class that will teach us the "correct" way to drive off-road. I'd like to take this opportunity to state that both my brother and I are pretty good at driving off-road, but the class is part of the course. Plus, I'm sure that we will pick up a pointer or two from it. Then, we will get to spend 2-3 hours on the 2 different trails that they have. The instructor will be with us, to guide us along. I'm really, really pumped about the deal. Pretty crazy. I hope to have pics posted on here for all to enjoy.
I've had an interesting time in the dating world. I'm 0-3 so far. Actually, that's not too terribly bad. As they say, "Dating is a numbers game." And I guess I'll keep on keepin' on wit' it.
Lil N has sent me the info on a friend of a friend. I'm planning on talking to her tonight. Wish me luck.
Last night, I talked to the little sister of one of my high school friends. Our mothers work at the same school, and you know how mothers are. They got to talking about how their kids should get together. And as some famous dude once said, "There's a sucker born every minute." I guess I just may fit the bill, because we are going to go out this Saturday. I vaguely remember her from my younger days, but she is 4 years younger than I, so I bet I didn't see her but once or twice. Pretty crazy.
I've been working my my Adventures in Online Dating saga. One of the receptionists at one of the clinics that I work at used to be a proof-reader, so I've had her go over my memoirs. I edited the first half of it before she read it, and I found out that I had very few grammatical errors. *Author pats himself on the back*
So, I'm still kickin' it down life's single lane for now. I'm actually liking it, now that I've gotten used to it again.
Now that I've gotten the vehicle thing solved, I just need to nail down my housing situation. I'm going on "House Hunting Adventures: Take 3" next Friday, so wish me luck. I've got to get out of my piece o' crap apartment...and soon.
I hope all you cats out there are livin' large. I know I am.
Keep on keepin' on.
So, what would you imagine that I would buy?
I bought a 2008 HUMMER H3. White. With the Adventure Package.
And what am I going to do with such a kick ass ride? I'm gonna use it like it's supposed to be used. In fact, in about 2 weeks, I am going to take my brother out for his birthday on a HUMMER half day driving class. It entails 1 hour of class that will teach us the "correct" way to drive off-road. I'd like to take this opportunity to state that both my brother and I are pretty good at driving off-road, but the class is part of the course. Plus, I'm sure that we will pick up a pointer or two from it. Then, we will get to spend 2-3 hours on the 2 different trails that they have. The instructor will be with us, to guide us along. I'm really, really pumped about the deal. Pretty crazy. I hope to have pics posted on here for all to enjoy.
I've had an interesting time in the dating world. I'm 0-3 so far. Actually, that's not too terribly bad. As they say, "Dating is a numbers game." And I guess I'll keep on keepin' on wit' it.
Lil N has sent me the info on a friend of a friend. I'm planning on talking to her tonight. Wish me luck.
Last night, I talked to the little sister of one of my high school friends. Our mothers work at the same school, and you know how mothers are. They got to talking about how their kids should get together. And as some famous dude once said, "There's a sucker born every minute." I guess I just may fit the bill, because we are going to go out this Saturday. I vaguely remember her from my younger days, but she is 4 years younger than I, so I bet I didn't see her but once or twice. Pretty crazy.
I've been working my my Adventures in Online Dating saga. One of the receptionists at one of the clinics that I work at used to be a proof-reader, so I've had her go over my memoirs. I edited the first half of it before she read it, and I found out that I had very few grammatical errors. *Author pats himself on the back*
So, I'm still kickin' it down life's single lane for now. I'm actually liking it, now that I've gotten used to it again.
Now that I've gotten the vehicle thing solved, I just need to nail down my housing situation. I'm going on "House Hunting Adventures: Take 3" next Friday, so wish me luck. I've got to get out of my piece o' crap apartment...and soon.
I hope all you cats out there are livin' large. I know I am.
Keep on keepin' on.
Monday, February 18, 2008
State of the Union
My fellow readers, the state of my "union" is...um...ok.
It's been one of those days where you just feel "down". I'm not exactly sure as to the reason, but it just hit me.
Maybe it's because I just returned from the dealership, because my truck is jacked up again. This is the 4th time that I've had it there in the last month and a half. This is also the 3rd car rental that I've in that same time frame. This ain't getting cheap.
I've been reading a book on spiritual warfare called "Invisible War" by Chip Ingram, and it's knocking my socks off. Maybe some of it is rubbing off on me. Check it out...if you want.
I guess that I could be bummed because my housing prospects have all fallen through. Now I'm back to square one on my house hunting adventure. What's a brotha to do?
Two Sundays ago, I went to a new church, as in, one that I'd never been to. As I was getting out of my truck, I saw an attractive woman pull into the parking space next to me. I found it odd that such an attractive woman would be by herself, and I started walking to the building. She eventually caught up to me and I didn't notice her until we both had to stop suddenly to avoid getting slammed into by a car. We both looked at each other and kind of laughed, and I made my move.
To make a long story short, I ended up asking her out to lunch for a soon-to-be- determined date. I ended up calling her and I found out that she was...20 years old. And she still lives with her parents. So, I won't be seeing her afterall.
But at least it was worth a shot. And I proved to myself that I can talk to a perfect stranger, with little to no notice, and actually line up a possible date. Even though we never actually went on a date, it made for a pretty good confidence building exercise.
I was reading in a "dating" book, that a person should set a goal of meeting 5 eligible people per week, and actually getting their contact information so you can actually set up that date. It really doesn't matter if you actually go out with that person, it's the practice that matters. You are practicing talking to the opposite sex, even if you aren't really attracted to them, and even if you don't go out with them. It's an interesting concept, and I can see the benefits of doing an exercise.
I just had a client that my receptionist said has a crush on me. But here's the cool part, she just got divorced. And she has 2 kids. And she's 5 years older than me. Wow, the high points just keep rolling on, don't they? I really feel bad for her, because you can tell that she is hurting inside. I could see it in her eyes, and I hate it for her that she is going through all of that. And for her ex. And for her kids. Divorce is not a fun time.
Wow, what a post today. I sure am glad that I could entertain all 1.24 of you readers out there.
Keep on keepin' on.
It's been one of those days where you just feel "down". I'm not exactly sure as to the reason, but it just hit me.
Maybe it's because I just returned from the dealership, because my truck is jacked up again. This is the 4th time that I've had it there in the last month and a half. This is also the 3rd car rental that I've in that same time frame. This ain't getting cheap.
I've been reading a book on spiritual warfare called "Invisible War" by Chip Ingram, and it's knocking my socks off. Maybe some of it is rubbing off on me. Check it out...if you want.
I guess that I could be bummed because my housing prospects have all fallen through. Now I'm back to square one on my house hunting adventure. What's a brotha to do?
Two Sundays ago, I went to a new church, as in, one that I'd never been to. As I was getting out of my truck, I saw an attractive woman pull into the parking space next to me. I found it odd that such an attractive woman would be by herself, and I started walking to the building. She eventually caught up to me and I didn't notice her until we both had to stop suddenly to avoid getting slammed into by a car. We both looked at each other and kind of laughed, and I made my move.
To make a long story short, I ended up asking her out to lunch for a soon-to-be- determined date. I ended up calling her and I found out that she was...20 years old. And she still lives with her parents. So, I won't be seeing her afterall.
But at least it was worth a shot. And I proved to myself that I can talk to a perfect stranger, with little to no notice, and actually line up a possible date. Even though we never actually went on a date, it made for a pretty good confidence building exercise.
I was reading in a "dating" book, that a person should set a goal of meeting 5 eligible people per week, and actually getting their contact information so you can actually set up that date. It really doesn't matter if you actually go out with that person, it's the practice that matters. You are practicing talking to the opposite sex, even if you aren't really attracted to them, and even if you don't go out with them. It's an interesting concept, and I can see the benefits of doing an exercise.
I just had a client that my receptionist said has a crush on me. But here's the cool part, she just got divorced. And she has 2 kids. And she's 5 years older than me. Wow, the high points just keep rolling on, don't they? I really feel bad for her, because you can tell that she is hurting inside. I could see it in her eyes, and I hate it for her that she is going through all of that. And for her ex. And for her kids. Divorce is not a fun time.
Wow, what a post today. I sure am glad that I could entertain all 1.24 of you readers out there.
Keep on keepin' on.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Great News!
Yesterday morning started like most any other. Even though it was my day off, I woke up at 6:30. I am officially an old man now, because I wake up at the butt-crack of dawn, regardless if I'm working or not.
Big Judy called me at 6:45 as he was driving to work, which is not unusual. About once a week or so, we will talk during our commute. It kinda makes the time go by faster.
We hung up at about 7:02. At 7:04, my brother called me. I started talking to him like nothing was going on, when he cut me off and said, "We're at the hospital, and they are going to do a c-section in about an hour."
That got my attention.
I got to the hospital and met my 30 minute old nephew. He weighed 6 lbs 6 oz, and was 18". He's light as a feather, but very healthy. My sister-in-law is doing well too. She will be coming home in the next 1-2 days. I was so excited to see my little nephew. It's really quite amazing.
And another first happened yesterday. I was the Baby Sitter for my 2 year old neice. All by myself. For 2.5 hours. Scary, I know. Little Maddy did great, and so did I, if I say so myself.
What a day. Thank God that the baby and Mom are doing well.
Now on to another topic...
Until yesterday, I was about 75% sure that I was going to put a bid on a house. Dad, the realtor, and I went to my top 2 houses. I ruled out one of the houses pretty quickly, based on location. But the house that I was pretty sure on had a big drawback that wasn't readily apparent on my first trip there
It's in a pretty rough neighborhood. Now, I don't mind living in a mixed race neighborhood, and for the price range that I'm looking for, it's an almost certainty, but this neighborhood was a bit...dark. I'm not exactly sure that there were any white folk there. None. So I would kinda stick out like a sore thumb. A very sore thumb.
Now I think that I'm back to the drawing board. Dang it.
So yesterday was a bit of a letdown...
Keep on keepin' on.
Big Judy called me at 6:45 as he was driving to work, which is not unusual. About once a week or so, we will talk during our commute. It kinda makes the time go by faster.
We hung up at about 7:02. At 7:04, my brother called me. I started talking to him like nothing was going on, when he cut me off and said, "We're at the hospital, and they are going to do a c-section in about an hour."
That got my attention.
I got to the hospital and met my 30 minute old nephew. He weighed 6 lbs 6 oz, and was 18". He's light as a feather, but very healthy. My sister-in-law is doing well too. She will be coming home in the next 1-2 days. I was so excited to see my little nephew. It's really quite amazing.
And another first happened yesterday. I was the Baby Sitter for my 2 year old neice. All by myself. For 2.5 hours. Scary, I know. Little Maddy did great, and so did I, if I say so myself.
What a day. Thank God that the baby and Mom are doing well.
Now on to another topic...
Until yesterday, I was about 75% sure that I was going to put a bid on a house. Dad, the realtor, and I went to my top 2 houses. I ruled out one of the houses pretty quickly, based on location. But the house that I was pretty sure on had a big drawback that wasn't readily apparent on my first trip there
It's in a pretty rough neighborhood. Now, I don't mind living in a mixed race neighborhood, and for the price range that I'm looking for, it's an almost certainty, but this neighborhood was a bit...dark. I'm not exactly sure that there were any white folk there. None. So I would kinda stick out like a sore thumb. A very sore thumb.
Now I think that I'm back to the drawing board. Dang it.
So yesterday was a bit of a letdown...
Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
My Sweet Daisy
I have bad news about my Golden Retriever, Daisy. But first some back story, to get those of you that don't know about her condition, up to speed.
Daisy was born with a congenital heart defect called sub-aortic stenosis. Basically, her aorta, which brings blood to the entire body, is narrowed. This narrowing, over time, causes the heart to have to work much harder than it normally would. This leads to heart failure, and possibly sudden death.
Dogs with mild stenosis can lead normal lives. Dogs with moderate to severe stenosis have much shorter lives. Survival times are from <3 years to 4-7 years.
Daisy had an echocardiogram (i.e. an ultrasound done on the heart. It's called an "echo" for short.) done today, to measure her status. And the news isn't good. It's in the very severe range.
It was tough to remain composed during the echo. I'm very sad.
But, this was part of the deal, and I knew that when I got her. She's one of the sweetest dogs that I've ever seen, and that's not just me being biased.
So, I'll continue to be happy for every day that I have her. She has been a huge blessing in my life and I'm extremely thankful for her.
Here's to you Daisy.
Keep on keepin' on.
Daisy was born with a congenital heart defect called sub-aortic stenosis. Basically, her aorta, which brings blood to the entire body, is narrowed. This narrowing, over time, causes the heart to have to work much harder than it normally would. This leads to heart failure, and possibly sudden death.
Dogs with mild stenosis can lead normal lives. Dogs with moderate to severe stenosis have much shorter lives. Survival times are from <3 years to 4-7 years.
Daisy had an echocardiogram (i.e. an ultrasound done on the heart. It's called an "echo" for short.) done today, to measure her status. And the news isn't good. It's in the very severe range.
It was tough to remain composed during the echo. I'm very sad.
But, this was part of the deal, and I knew that when I got her. She's one of the sweetest dogs that I've ever seen, and that's not just me being biased.
So, I'll continue to be happy for every day that I have her. She has been a huge blessing in my life and I'm extremely thankful for her.
Here's to you Daisy.
Keep on keepin' on.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Hello Again, Hello
Hello? Tap...tap...tap....Is this thing on?
The other day I was working at a clinic and this single, 36-39 year old woman can in with her two cats. She was friendly, and I somehow mentioned that I was looking for a house in that part of town. She got really excited and told me that there was a house for sale, "right across the street from her," and that "it would be sooo nice to have you live across the street from me."
This woman was cute, but not pretty, and if I was 10 years older, then I might have been attracted to her. All during this time the receptionist, and my technician, both of whom are women, are laughing outside the exam room. I had the door open, so they could hear everything that was being said. They just love it when some Desparate Housewife hits on me. Although, I realize that this woman wasn't exactly a housewife, but you get the point.
Wow, it's been sinse December 6th that I've posted on this here blog. I don't even think that I have 1 reader anymore, so I'll continue posting for my sake, which is kinda really why I started this blog anyway. Kind of as a journal. Here's a quick recap of my life over the last 2 months...
1) Annie (aka Bean) and I broke up about 2 months ago. It was a very difficult decision and I prayed about it about as much as anything in my life. If you happen to read this Annie, I hope that you are doing well. I'm doing pretty well, but as the old song goes, "Breaking Up is Hard to Do." Well said
2) Christmas came and went, and I got a PS3, which I absolutely LOVE!!! I haven't spent endless hours playing it, but I have spent a decent chunk of my time sharpening my eye-hand coordination. I'm getting pretty good at Motor Storm though. I'm still pretty piss-poor at Call of Duty 4, but in my defense, I really just started playing it. It was good to hang out with my family and Merry times were had by all.
3) I'm actively looking for a house. My first house. And I'm pretty nervous about it. Maybe it the whole commitmant thing. Maybe...
4) I'm actively looking for a new car/SUV, although, I think that I'm gonna keep my truck and get a car. I've never owned a car in my life. I've had, in chronological order, a 1989 Ford Ranger, a 1995 Ford F-150, and my current truck is a 2003 Dodge Ram 1500. I really love trucks. But I really don't love paying $55-$70 to fill up the tank. No me gusta mucho. So I'm pretty much going with a mid-size sedan. Yeah, I know, how much lamer can you get than a Honda Accord, Toyota Camery, Chevy Malibu, etc. But I test drove a VW Passat, and I LOVED IT! However, I'm not so sure that I'll love the maintenance costs associated with driving a German automobile. But for a sticker price of $25,800, it's pretty tough to beat, considering what you get for that price. But on the grand scheme of things, buying a new car is the lowest on my list. First it's paying Uncle Sam, if I owe anything. Then it's having money for a down payment + fixer-upper $ for a house. And finally, it's $ for a car. It all depends on how much money I have after Uncle Sam sticks it to me. No bueno.
5) I just found out that Daisy, my Golden, has a VI/VI heart murmur. In lay terms, that is the worst possible heart murmur, in terms of severity. She was born with a narrowed aortic artery. I hope and pray that she holds on for a long time...
6) I jumped back onto match.com last week and I have a date tonight. I'm pretty excited about it, but my expectations are pretty low. They are that way because this ain't exactly my first rodeo, and these match.com blind dates can be pretty interesting, both for the good and the bad. But, she is an Aggie, 5'10", and is older than I am. Oooooh, and older woman. Oh hush. She's less than 1 year older than I am.
I hope that anybody that reads this is doing well, and if you've made it this far through this post, I have pity on you.
Keep on keepin' on.
p.s. The spell check isn't working for some reason, so I appologize for any incorrect spelling/typos. Thank you for your understanding.
The other day I was working at a clinic and this single, 36-39 year old woman can in with her two cats. She was friendly, and I somehow mentioned that I was looking for a house in that part of town. She got really excited and told me that there was a house for sale, "right across the street from her," and that "it would be sooo nice to have you live across the street from me."
This woman was cute, but not pretty, and if I was 10 years older, then I might have been attracted to her. All during this time the receptionist, and my technician, both of whom are women, are laughing outside the exam room. I had the door open, so they could hear everything that was being said. They just love it when some Desparate Housewife hits on me. Although, I realize that this woman wasn't exactly a housewife, but you get the point.
Wow, it's been sinse December 6th that I've posted on this here blog. I don't even think that I have 1 reader anymore, so I'll continue posting for my sake, which is kinda really why I started this blog anyway. Kind of as a journal. Here's a quick recap of my life over the last 2 months...
1) Annie (aka Bean) and I broke up about 2 months ago. It was a very difficult decision and I prayed about it about as much as anything in my life. If you happen to read this Annie, I hope that you are doing well. I'm doing pretty well, but as the old song goes, "Breaking Up is Hard to Do." Well said
2) Christmas came and went, and I got a PS3, which I absolutely LOVE!!! I haven't spent endless hours playing it, but I have spent a decent chunk of my time sharpening my eye-hand coordination. I'm getting pretty good at Motor Storm though. I'm still pretty piss-poor at Call of Duty 4, but in my defense, I really just started playing it. It was good to hang out with my family and Merry times were had by all.
3) I'm actively looking for a house. My first house. And I'm pretty nervous about it. Maybe it the whole commitmant thing. Maybe...
4) I'm actively looking for a new car/SUV, although, I think that I'm gonna keep my truck and get a car. I've never owned a car in my life. I've had, in chronological order, a 1989 Ford Ranger, a 1995 Ford F-150, and my current truck is a 2003 Dodge Ram 1500. I really love trucks. But I really don't love paying $55-$70 to fill up the tank. No me gusta mucho. So I'm pretty much going with a mid-size sedan. Yeah, I know, how much lamer can you get than a Honda Accord, Toyota Camery, Chevy Malibu, etc. But I test drove a VW Passat, and I LOVED IT! However, I'm not so sure that I'll love the maintenance costs associated with driving a German automobile. But for a sticker price of $25,800, it's pretty tough to beat, considering what you get for that price. But on the grand scheme of things, buying a new car is the lowest on my list. First it's paying Uncle Sam, if I owe anything. Then it's having money for a down payment + fixer-upper $ for a house. And finally, it's $ for a car. It all depends on how much money I have after Uncle Sam sticks it to me. No bueno.
5) I just found out that Daisy, my Golden, has a VI/VI heart murmur. In lay terms, that is the worst possible heart murmur, in terms of severity. She was born with a narrowed aortic artery. I hope and pray that she holds on for a long time...
6) I jumped back onto match.com last week and I have a date tonight. I'm pretty excited about it, but my expectations are pretty low. They are that way because this ain't exactly my first rodeo, and these match.com blind dates can be pretty interesting, both for the good and the bad. But, she is an Aggie, 5'10", and is older than I am. Oooooh, and older woman. Oh hush. She's less than 1 year older than I am.
I hope that anybody that reads this is doing well, and if you've made it this far through this post, I have pity on you.
Keep on keepin' on.
p.s. The spell check isn't working for some reason, so I appologize for any incorrect spelling/typos. Thank you for your understanding.
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