Happy Birthday, Dad.

71 big ones.

The 2 Year Ex and A Pack of Ciggys.

My sister has been home for about 2 weeks now. My lovely wife and I, my parents, and my sister all living under 1,700 square feet, not to mention the bedrooms are all on one side of the house so this makes for interesting living sometimes...I digress. My Extra-Special Ladyfriend, my mom, and sister all went out to breakfast one morning and while doing what women do, my mother and wife discovered that my sister and her long time boyfriend had "...broken up 2 years ago."....!!!???

Uh? You still live with the guy? "Yes."
Uh? You still sleep in the same bed? "Yes."
Uh? Do you guys still...ya know? "No. Were just good friends. Besides he has another girlfriend."

....!!!!????

I could only imagine my poor mothers heart palpitating out of control and her reaching for her nitro pills to stop the sharp pains in her chest and uncontrollable sweating.

Apparently the new girlfriend wants to invite my sister out with her and my sisters ex to "...get to know each other so that nothing is weird." Yeeeahhh. My wife then suggested to me that maybe my sister is into kinky shit, which made me throw up.

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In another story related to my sister, I came home to hear my mother telling my sister, "Well, that is your problem. I will not give you money, drive you to go get them, or support this in anyway. If you want them you need to find a way to get them."

My wife being addicted to the show "Intervention", I thought my sister was on crack or something and was about to blow a gasket. "What the hell is going on?" I asked.
"She wants to go get cigarette's! She smokes, I guess." my mother's reply.
"Uh...what?" I said, intelligently, reaching for my nitro pills.
That's it. I quit.


--Go Halos.

I went to Lake Havasu this past weekend with the wife and saw the in-laws.  We stayed just off the lake and this photo is taken from our campsite at sunset with my cell phone camera which is 2 mega pix...I invite you click on the photo and imagine what it was like being there in person. 

Who...? What The...?? Why...???

...as my friend Mike Carroll put it best "I was thinking about getting tickets to the Laker game but I decided to buy a small island instead."

Yes, that says $44,925.00 for EACH ticket.

Sweet Jesus...

Ok, before all the other diabetics turn on me for even attempting this, let me tell you, take your greatest wet dream you ever had and it still wouldn't hold a candle to these.  You are looking at Caramel Apple Nachos from Wingnuts in Costa Mesa.  Let me give you the discription right off  the menu..."Crispy cinnamon tortilla chips and fire-roasted Fuji apple wedges topped with vanilla ice cream and drizzeled with caramel topping." 

...Do I need to say anything more?

Memorial Day 2009

Although I have never been in the Armed Forces and sometimes I don't always agree with what they do, I have always had respect for a person that put on a uniform to fight for the United States of America. Today is Memorial Day, a day that we should stop and reflect somewhere between the burgers and dogs about the true meaning of why we have this special day. Everyone will do different things in their own way to show thanks to our men and women who have made that ultimate sacrifice. Today there are parades and ceremonies, and grave side salutes, as for me I think I will just sit for awhile in quiet and think about what it is to be an American, and the men and women that this day is for.

Long Time, ehh?

Long time no see. It has been awhile. I had a lot going on in my life but nothing I wanted to put down on the web...I amend that last statement. I have a few things. Let’s get going...

Married, Day 47: I'm almost comfortable with the ring on my finger, I like it, it makes me feel like I'm worth more, like I have some reason to be here on this Earth. Not that I didn't before but now there is someone that relies on me to be there. I'm the head of my own family, all be it a small one, but none the less, my family.

UPDATE: My dad is in the hospital again. The last few weeks have been tough for the guy. The chemo is starting to finally kick in and as a result his white blood cell (the ones that fight infection) count is very low. He is not eating that much but seems to be out of pain for the most part. Everyone that comes in contact must wash their hands before coming in the house, and just generally stay clear of the guy. He went into the hospital because he was low in the blood department too. Apparently this chemo somehow helps somewhere, but it is now affecting the bone marrow, and the bone marrow is what makes blood. He went in Tuesday for two bags of the red stuff and ended up getting just under four over two days. Mom reports back that he is looking a lot better just after the blood went in.

John Kumpart gets married!!: We all met in South Dakota to witness the marriage of two of the greatest people I know. We did Deadwood, Rushmore, and danced the night away. Good times, King!
* Side note: Don't anyone ever ask me to do a Best Man speech ever again...fucking horrible. I've known the guy for 16 years and I spoke about him like I sold a used car to his uncle 7 years ago. Sorry, man. I love you.

I'm having a garage sale this weekend. Should be good times. If you want to sell something, get your stuff and bring it. Shop opens at 8am Saturday.