Nameless and Claimless
It's always good to see someone talk smack, Lord knows I like to do it as much if not more than most people. It is sort of a requirement with any Union trade. The difference is we back ours up, if you have an opinion you have every right to voice it. I just ask that you be the " man or woman" you think you are and back it up.
I'll stand beside my actions, as for my Mother I'm sure she is very proud of me. I'm not afraid to live or take risks. I've done more and seen more than the majority of people my age. I'm not going to limit myself on possibilities. Grow some.
Now that we are done with the stupid or spineless let's get to more entertaining matters. Today is good day, that followed a great night out with many new friends. It's nice to know that there are actually some quality people out there. You could say that it is a very eclectic group covering various walks of life, but entertaining nonetheless.

Sin Free, but restocking fast!
Last night I officially lost my heathen status as I was officially baptized a Catholic. It's amazing how little Holy water it takes to wash away 29 years of sin. Two hours in church sweating like I was cutting weight for a wrestling meet and it was off to the ultimate fights at Harrahs along with Shannon and Jay. Who incidently went to church with me, I might make them sin a little but I'm also trying to save them. It's hard not to laugh at that. I don't even get away from church and people are talking smack about me being a heathen. Someone had to do it, might as well be me, at least I'm good at it. My grandfather always said if you find something your good at stick with it and you'll go far. He also was a blacksmith that taught himself to be a mechanic to adapt to the times.
Anyways fights were good my stomach was growling and so was Eelnahs ( stomach that is). When they were over we ran to my house to check Mikey's pulse, he had a long day sailing with the Captain. We then proceeded to Toxic Hell for gut busting food to go with our beer. Then we watched some movies all "Disney" of course "Lilo & Stitch" and I didn't fall asleep. Shannon went home Mikey slept on the couch again and I wracked out.
Today woke up at 1:30 or somewhere near there. I missed everything but it's now time to fly.

Heathenistic weekend.
Well this was a pretty a typical weekend in the life of a bachelor. Friday started out as usual work was long on my hangover, well dragged ass anyways. The usual night out go to the local bar have dinner and quite a few beers.
I was utterly tired until I got home at 2 am, and then my second wind kicked in. So I called Eelnahs and griiled out. I talked to Shannon for about two hours and laughed my ass off.
Thank God for friends like her, I called at 2 am and she didn't even threaten my life. Note to self she may kill me next time though.
S A T U R D A Y
What do you do when you know you have to work a 5 am on Sunday. You get up early get the serious stuff done (yard work), then you start partying about 1. My buddy Mikey came in from Neola and whacked down 6 of my beers in the last 25 minutres it took me to finish my yard. What a dick, just kidding he bought more later. Mikey and I took off to madness land a place full of beer and heathen.
This is usually a result of to many bachelors being heathen and not caring about the "Women". We had to stop by a buddy of ours to get a couple of roadrunners. We were in between waterholes, and didn't want to get dehydrated.
Our buddy Todd is a Hoonyer, he is whacko, I mean totally Gonzo mad. We spent 30 minutes there and when I left my gut hurt from laughing.
Saturday afternoon He-man woman haters club hanging out grilling, beer drinking and professional croquet. When you have no desires to get in a relationship and you add 6 other guys that think the sme you become creative. In our brilliant mind storms of what to do most of which involves what can we do as we drink. We have become excellent croquet players.
We don't do any stupid things like the rules say to. It's more like the PCPA the Proffesional Croquet Players Association. We set it up like a course and go to town. Mostly we just get drunk and try to send the other guys flying.
Shannon got to hear a few of us talk I think she thinks we're crazy. Maybe a little, but "I'll never tell".
After a strenuous game of croquet Strip clubs become the topic. Hamburg, Iowa becomes our destination of choice at arround 9. For some strange reason I'm elected the driver. Next thing I know after a 45 minute drive to "Shotgun Geneez" and a forty five minute drive home it is 2 am.
I worked from 5 am till 9 am today I hate myself and my heaten friends, well til the next time.

This post is full of nothing but absurdity and craziness. Why is it that you can date a person for a while and not ever want to talk to them again, but after you've been broken up for years when ever you run into each other you get along. Why is it everyone but you sees how badly someone's treating you except you? And why do you only realize this after something really bad happens?
The biggest question of all is how can they clone a person but my Cubs still can't get to, let alone win a World Series in my lifetime. Remember if anyone has any extra room in their prayers the Cubs will gladly take all you can spare.
I once dreamed of becoming the next great American writer. My junior year of highschool, my teacher told me I could be the next Kerouac. So I graduated and toook to the road, oops I forgot to right about it though. I am now inspiring to win the lottery. If i just right mumble here will people still read it?

" Most of us love from our need to love, not because we find someone deserving."
Nikki Giovanni, American Poet
This is the truest statement I have seen or heard in a long time. This helps to support my thesis that I was meant to be a bachelor.
Let's go back to my first kiss it was the end of summer in 1981 the beginning of second grade for me. There was this little fox in my class named Amy. She told me before recess one day that she wanted to kiss me but it would cost me. I had dreams of grandeur of giving up my Oreos at lunch or something simple like that, boy was I wrong.
I was awashed in anticipation waiting for the recess bell that day, it seemed like it would never ring. Then at noon it did as I strolled outside feeling like the cock of the walk Amy kicked me right square in the balls and then she kissed me. This pretty much describes how my life of dating has been.
It doesn't seem to matter who I date or how I act when I date them. I seem to always bring out the worst in women. Sometimes it's that I'm too nice so she cheated on me or she wasn't sure I was what she wanted so she cheated on me. While other times I'm " The King of the Assholes" and whoever they date next they marry.
The more I look at it the more I think that it's not just me. Sure I'm no saint, but I'm not a demon either. I give what I get. If I'm treated great, I'll treat you great. If you walk on me I'll walk on you.
The problems arises though when I treat a woman great and then she still walks all over me. I believe what goes arround comes arround and I'm pretty sure I've paid my dues and then some. But still to this day whammy when it comes to women.

Most days I wake up and realize I really have alot to be thankful for. Then other days I wake up and feel like I'm playing Indian Poker with God. He can always see my card and he knows the hand I'm going to play, on the other hand I still haven't seen his.
This will be a page of the rantings of a man that has know clues to the world of women. If your looking for advice I'm sorry if you find some hook me up.
I was always the guy who made fun of "Love". I felt more secure without it. It just seemed like a crutch to me, or so I said. Truth be told I was scared to death by it. I wanted nothing to do with something that could make you feel so great, yet leave you in so much pain.
I had seen this at the age of eleven as I watched my mother die from Pancreatic Cancer. My father fell from the top of the world to the jagged rocks of anguish. I vowed not to let that happen to me.
Maybe God wants me to be a bachelor for a reason, at least it's baseball season.
GO CUBS!!!!!