tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52536992011-12-14T20:56:48.202-06:00Playing Indian Poker with God"What we really are matters more than what other people think of us," Jawaharlal NehruSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-44758194705585362932008-01-31T16:42:00.000-06:002008-01-31T16:51:23.976-06:00Changes It's that time in my life when there needs to be changes. I know that I'm not getting any younger and I need to slow down a little when it comes to partying like a rockstar. Hangovers never used to happen, then they were for a couple hours in the morning. Monday I had one that lasted all day! I've been reassessing my life as of late I feel like I take two steps back for every step I Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-47259633590558267732007-09-10T02:34:00.000-05:002007-09-10T02:39:50.534-05:00Well the only consistency I have as of late is work and drinking. The work part being good of course and the drinking being bad. This all started last month with a three funerals in three weeks time. It dulled the pain for a while. Then I got over it but for some reason kept drinking. I haven't been to the gym in a month and half. Smiley has been seen out, and out of control. Its time to Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-64901530746634130982007-07-04T01:24:00.000-05:002007-07-04T01:32:17.663-05:00Its been forever and a day since I last posted alot has been going on in my life. I'm working six days a week at a dairy. It's actually a job I love but six days a week is starting to take its toll.My woman is currently not working hence the six days a week to pay the bills/ put food on the table/live life.Im tired and wore out. I even missed the gym twice this week to sleep.Im burned out and Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-7300028525072337432007-03-05T17:57:00.001-06:002007-03-05T17:57:58.101-06:00Where does the time go? I used to ramble on endlessly on here telling of my many great and not so great adventures. Now it seems that the time is just slipping away.I know that part of it is the fact that my days off are a day apart, Saturday and Monday. Combined with the fact that I'm in a serious relationship, and the recent reintroduction of the whole family thing.I've always been a very Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1169333296205904912007-01-20T16:38:00.000-06:002007-01-20T16:48:16.233-06:00The Saints!I've been a New Orleans Saints fan since 1984. That was the year that Ken Stabler went there. I originally was a fan of the Raiders in most part due to my cousin Brett. But when Stabler left I followed him. First to the Houston Oilers and then to the "Aints".I can remember Monday night football and Howard Cosell saying, "there he is the once great Snake, Ken Stabler."I'm also a ChicagoSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1167768102142801992007-01-02T13:55:00.000-06:002007-01-02T14:01:42.173-06:00Work! I know I've been working too much as of late. I'm tired, I haven't been to to gym, and the worst part is that I had friends and familly in town over Chrismas that I didn't get to see. This is the busy part of the year for those of us in the milk industry. Which means twenty hours of overtime and six days of work a week is the norm. New years resolutions for me, more consistent in the Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1166297482386351032006-12-16T13:27:00.000-06:002006-12-16T13:31:22.406-06:00Hectic as of late! The past few weeks have been hectic. Quick reflection car problems! My Dad in the hospital. Sister that is sick. This along with reconnecting with familly and working six days a week. All you can do is put your best foot forward and keep on keeping on. Things will definitely get better.Later,SmileySmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1165435943366758612006-12-06T14:11:00.000-06:002006-12-06T14:12:23.383-06:00I'm working six days a week sorry no post as of late. Will post soon. Remember milk does the body good!Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1164222093242201402006-11-22T12:46:00.000-06:002006-11-22T13:02:07.256-06:00Ass chips and other absurdityWell I finished my last day on the old job. I feel like I've been paroled.I definitely learned a few things on this last job. Number one being that people need to learn to wash their hands after using the can. If you don't have a strong stomach do not read on.A few times a year the hell hole that I worked for deemed it necessary to take pity on us and provide us with Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1164060791622376052006-11-20T16:12:00.000-06:002006-11-20T16:13:11.623-06:00Alfonso Soriano signs a eight year deal with the Cubs! Need I say more?Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1164060141151309252006-11-20T15:54:00.000-06:002006-11-20T16:02:44.670-06:00Well my weekend started out atypical as usual. Got off work at 6am Saturday morning and came home and crashed.I woke up at 2 in the afternoon and was all wound up for some reason. So I decided to head to the gym to calm down. This taught me a very profound lesson, if football is on tv and my mind is occupied I can run a hell of a lot longer than I thought was possible.I then picked up my woman Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1163619180450774922006-11-15T13:22:00.000-06:002006-11-15T13:33:32.036-06:00Back to basicsI've been hitting the gym at least three times a week. I know it should be at least four. But it's a start.I used to go four to six days a week, which I did consistently for about eight years. Somewhere along the line I lost my sense of direction. I forgot how good it felt to workout. I forgot how how good it felt to experience the DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness). It is truly aSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1162933867973885872006-11-07T15:10:00.000-06:002006-11-07T15:11:07.976-06:00I got the job!Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1162833395481168582006-11-06T10:59:00.000-06:002006-11-06T11:16:45.383-06:00Good dayYesterday was a good day. I was sick on Saturday and slept all but an hour. I intern woke up at 4:30 Sunday morning.My lady woke up at about 5:30 so we decided that we might as well hit 8:00 mass. Which I hadn't done in quite a while. It's usually 4 Saturday afternoon or 11 am on Sunday.We arrived at church at about a quarter til 8. Father Dan greets us with a good morning and then throwsSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1162521302488254742006-11-02T20:34:00.000-06:002006-11-02T20:35:14.376-06:00Possible new job, physical tomorrow!Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1162386549068874802006-11-01T06:59:00.000-06:002006-11-01T07:09:09.070-06:00Maturing after all these years! I've been in a relationship with the same lady now for almost a year. The sixth of this month it will be a year. We don't always see eye to eye but it is good. I haven't posted in quite some time many a concerts and many a parties have come and gone. A few good friends have passed since my last posting also. The Cubs still haven't won it but I still love themSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1140874305390633992006-02-25T07:29:00.000-06:002006-02-25T07:31:57.840-06:00Happy DaysLife is great as of late I live with a lady that I love. We work out four days a week together.We go to mass together every Sunday.I guess the sun is finally shining on this dog's ass!SmileySmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1136315946818821602006-01-03T13:03:00.000-06:002006-01-03T13:21:00.083-06:00New improved Smiley, Well I've become a risk taker as of late. I've started the process of moving in with my girlfriend. I'll admit, I'm a little scared, this is a little to stable for me. I do have very deep feelings for her though, and it isn't like we're not together everyday anyways. Timing wise I'm sure The Man in Black would say it's a fever, or really fast. But it feels right, I guess Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1135712284498376732005-12-27T13:23:00.000-06:002005-12-27T13:43:00.140-06:00Long time no update. The knee partially torn miniscus, deep bruise, 40 cc's of fluid drained, good as new. Work, same old same old. The relationship of almost two months, surprisingly good. No fights and we are together everyday. I have broken all my rules on this one. First rule don't date someone where you work. Well this actually hasn't been a problem. Two weeks and out sometimes longerSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1132604529821048892005-11-21T14:12:00.000-06:002005-11-21T14:22:54.616-06:00I've been seeing the same lady now exclusively for just over two weeks. It doesn't sound like that long to most people but for me it's an eternity. I've been with her everyday and yet I'm not sick of her. Which is a first. I'm even going to meet her entire familly on Thursday when I go to her famillies Thanksgiving dinner early in the day. I in turn am taking her to my Godmothers that evening.ForSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1132084899808349432005-11-15T13:41:00.000-06:002005-11-15T14:02:37.950-06:00Even in the darkness there is light. So I have found the past couple of weeks. I got a decent raise at work which was unexpected yet deserved. I met a nice girl that when people say marriage and familly about I don't cringe. She actually goes to mass with me. I got an e-mail from a cousin that I haven't talked to since probably may. But there too, there is still some bad. I fell through Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1097934124177850172004-10-16T08:13:00.000-05:002004-10-16T08:42:04.176-05:00I have a nervous habit of smiling, when I'm mad I smile, and of course when I'm happy I smile.
I took a job as a steelworker in 1996. I worked in the pits of hell, with molten iron that was 2,800 degrees. If it was 60 outdoors it was 120 on my jobsite. I was nervous when I started this job and hence the nickname Smiley stuck, to the point that to this day alot of the people I worked with still Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1091893911799308042004-08-07T10:36:00.000-05:002004-08-07T10:52:42.260-05:00Lost memories
My mother passed away when I was eleven from Pancreatic Cancer. In trying to block out alot of the pain from that I also blocked out alot of memories. Along the roads of life I have met many a person who knew my mother.
They all smile when they talk about her. Recently an old neighborhood bar was taken over by a new manager who has been restoring it back to it's glory days. This Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1089728923009850232004-07-13T09:23:00.000-05:002004-07-13T09:29:16.706-05:00"If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never."
Soren Kierkegaard, Danish Philospher (1813-1855)Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1084736555128917802004-05-16T14:35:00.000-05:002004-05-16T14:43:11.246-05:00Twenty years in the making? Will he or won't he appear?
These are the questions asked by numerous fans of Andy Kaufman, including myself.
I would love for his death to be an elaborate fake and cover up. Today marks twenty years since Andy Kaufman's death from lung cancer.
He told Bob Zmuda his writer, friend, and partner in crime that if he was faking it he would be back twenty years to the day Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1084325237216984162004-05-11T20:14:00.000-05:002004-05-11T20:31:19.913-05:00Well Sunday will mark 20 years since one of my heroes died.
Andy Kaufman died of lung cancer on May 16, 1984. He stated that if he was faking it he would be back in twenty years.
So Bob Zmuda his writer and friend is throwing a party at the House of Blues in Los Angelas. It would be great if he had faked it and he did comeback. Twenty years is alot of time for new material.
Unfortunately Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1080185837601906362004-03-24T21:37:00.000-06:002004-03-24T21:41:24.356-06:00Relaxation= Fiberoptic Jesus and vanilla candles
Thank You Shannon Hoffman for the Fiberoptic Jesus that you gave me!Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1078286926014344782004-03-02T22:08:00.000-06:002004-03-02T22:13:37.250-06:00Today I've totally lost faith in hummanity. I found out today that my friend Tiffany has to be one of the stupidest people out there. How could you let someone hit you and then let them back in to your home let alone your life.
I'm sick of hearing the bullshit lines of "it was an accident, it will never happen again?" The I'm sorries of a dumbass.
Yet Tiff seems to let these take her back in to Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1077569926451131602004-02-23T14:58:00.000-06:002004-02-23T15:00:46.123-06:00Floating threw time hap hazardly on lack of sleep and an over abundance of caffeine. Keeping away the Z-monsters, to keep away the nightmares. Through day and night, weekday and weekend, wondering when it will all crash again. So once again I can have vivid mad dreams that wake me with tears and trembles like I'm a child again. Nothing seems to work, once alcohol did, and so did pills. Now they Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1074648303128799992004-01-20T19:25:00.000-06:002004-01-20T19:26:29.483-06:00I have not so normal dreams, or visions. I have seen friends and familly die before thier time. My father, close friends and Father Dan Kirby can corroborate this story. I also have terrible night terrors. I haven't had any as of late usually when I work out consistently they are less frequent.
I got done working out today and was unable to stay awake when I got home. So I took a nap and this isSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1072748696921934692003-12-29T19:44:00.000-06:002003-12-29T19:46:01.186-06:00Laying low and cleaning up my act. This is what I've been up to lately. Sometimes it's easy to fall back in with some less than reputable associates. Then reallity hits and you reallize why they are exassociates. I've been working on my house and yet nocturnally. It seems if I miss the daylight, I seem to miss alot of the trouble. This being that most of it starts way to early here. People keep Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1070225714511920682003-11-30T14:55:00.000-06:002003-11-30T14:55:49.793-06:00Pain is all I feel today. I hurt everywhere. I fell asleep on the couch last night watching a movie. It took me five minutes to get up this morning. I think every joint on my body is bruised and swollen. Lifting ought to be fun tomorrow. I have bruises the size of softball on my arms, ribs, and legs. I think I need to retire from the Turkey Bowl. It hurts too much anymore.Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1068421998284987242003-11-09T17:53:00.000-06:002003-11-09T17:53:15.526-06:00What an interesting weekend. It started out innocently enough on Friday I took my sister, niece, and nephews to see "The Elf" after work. I then shot home for a 15 minute power nap. That was followed by a 12 hour bender. Beer is good.
I rolled out of bed at the crack of 3 on Saturday afternoon. I still had one shoe, I don't even remember walking the two blocks home. Good party I guess. Four Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1064874438468559632003-09-29T17:27:00.000-05:002003-09-29T17:27:18.243-05:00And then God looked down and said, "ok I'll let the Cubs into the playoffs."
Whew hoooSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1064469351691543892003-09-25T00:55:00.000-05:002003-09-25T00:55:51.056-05:00" And in the end the love you make is equal to the love you take"
McCartney& Lennon
If only life reflected this it would be perfect.Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1063852789674759172003-09-17T21:39:00.000-05:002003-09-17T21:39:49.256-05:00Help I've somehow been stuck in this alter universe which is much like ours except for the fact that life is a reflection of a country song. The song world I'm stuck in seems to be "Everytime I make my mark somebody paints the wall".
Or this is how it seems to be of late. I guess I'll just keep smiling and keeping on.
Towing the line sucks when your towing the world.Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1060753511246469782003-08-13T00:37:00.000-05:002003-08-19T23:45:22.726-05:00Last night I attended the wake of a good friend of mine Clian. He had died last week of a massive heart attack, while we were at work.
I saw alot of people crying and that I do understand but had to explain to a few that it was a celebration of life. We should all take our time to mourn our lost loved ones. We must however remember the good times and the things that made us laugh.
As I approachedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1059520773660953972003-07-29T18:01:00.000-05:002003-07-29T18:22:36.106-05:00Thank You Eelnahs for the Fiber Optic Jesus that you gave me!
Night Terrors are something I've dealt with since I was little. No I'm not talking about nightmares.
Night terrors generaly occur between REM sleep and deep sleep. You are generaly overcome by fear sometimes you awake but are unable to move, sometimes you wake up swinging.
I've been to a couple sleep labs as a guinea pig for this Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1059449001153210012003-07-28T22:04:00.000-05:002003-07-28T22:25:02.970-05:00Great Losses in Life
Yesterday we lost one of the truly great Americans of all time. I spent many a years watching the Bob Hope specials. I especialy looked forward to the Chrismas special because it showed the NCAA All-Americans. It seemed like his specials were always around the time we had a family function.
I remember sitting with my great uncle Doc as he drank tottis and would always go Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1058230231252835442003-07-14T19:35:00.000-05:002003-07-14T19:50:31.160-05:00Sunday party day. I new I was in for a long Sunday when I began drinking huge mugs of Fat Tire at Hooters.
My freind Jay is a nut sometimes. We decided to go to Hooters to eat little did I know. Three beers apiece and we're on our way to Old Chicago. Six beers later we're on our way to Sokol for a little rock-n-roll.
The Thorns and the Jayhawks, both rocked along with Carla Werner opening. SheSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1057626169471127892003-07-07T19:48:00.000-05:002003-07-07T20:02:49.500-05:00 Nothing beats another fun filled day of dehydration. Work is entertaining as usual, I often ponder how they could get so many stupid people to apply for Steelworker jobs at once.
There are about 83 people that started at the Pipe or as I like to call my little scrap of hell between 1975 to 1982. There is probably a total of 10 intelligent people in this group. The rest are the reason drugs Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1056933027202936952003-06-29T19:12:00.000-05:002003-06-29T19:33:53.706-05:00Of Life and Loves. I figure this will be my book title for my memoirs. I wouldn't want them published til after my death though. I wouldn't want to hurt too many feelings, well maybe a little bit.
The past few days have been interesting. They make me realize how good of life I have. I've caught up with a few old freinds and made quite a few new ones, that are now intermingling with each other.Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1056063394012875262003-06-19T17:32:00.000-05:002003-06-19T17:56:33.876-05:00For those of you that may feel weepy or are unable to deal with reality please do not read on.
This is a day of venting for me, lifting didn't get out the rage so blogging will have to help til volleyball tonight.
I lost my Mom when I was 11 and at age twelve my Dad was disabled on the job. Picture the strongest man you know suddenly unable to get out of a chair without help. That was how it Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1055910868123641872003-06-17T23:34:00.001-05:002003-06-17T23:34:27.933-05:00Living life in a fishbowl. This pretty much sums up part of my life since starting this blog.
People look at what is said and interpet it one way or another. The part they are missing is the fact that there might be more to the fishbowl than appears.
I'm not going to play Paul Harvey, now and give you the rest of the story, just a little food for thought.
Friday turned out to be a good daySmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-1055801412466850292003-06-16T16:53:00.000-05:002003-06-16T17:10:18.816-05:00Setting the record straight.
First I'll start by saying I love all the negativity and hate mail I've been getting. I feed off the negativity.
It seems that if I do what makes me happy, I'm in the wrong.
reality says different I can't please everyone, and I'm not going to pain myself trying.
Everyone also has an opinion of what happened between Shannon and I and what I'm doing now.
FactsSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-2003968652003-06-07T01:29:00.000-05:002003-06-19T17:59:51.360-05:00Omaha Sucks,
This is the city that could not support a baketball team, a hockey team or a horse track. This city also has one of the most beautiful ball parks in AAA sure it doesn't have a Hooters or any of the big name park resteraunts in it but it does have a great clubhouse that you can get into with general admission tickets along with calling in advance and getting a reservation.
But Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-2001900742003-04-23T16:28:00.000-05:002003-04-23T16:28:48.190-05:00Nameless 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 Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-2001734992003-04-20T15:36:00.000-05:002003-04-21T15:08:54.000-05:00Sin 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 makeSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-2001413432003-04-13T14:55:00.000-05:002003-04-13T15:00:24.000-05:00Heathenistic 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 Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-922654872003-04-08T22:31:00.000-05:002003-04-08T22:31:53.623-05:00 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 Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-921749572003-04-07T16:29:00.000-05:002003-04-07T16:29:26.310-05:00" 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. Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5253699.post-921251702003-04-06T22:44:00.000-05:002006-11-03T15:38:19.963-06:00Most 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 Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10031961791571801128noreply@blogger.com