Again with that B.S.

So I get home and I'm watching the Mike Vick show on the tele. Phone rings and it's this girl that I used to smash a while back. She tells me that her baby daddy (fresh outta jail) didn't appreciate a comment that I made about one of her kids on Facebook and wanted to discuss the matter with me, man to man.

I start looking through her 200 photos on Facebook and find one comment that I made about her kid in his baseball uniform. I said "Make that kid tuck in his shirt" So I'm like ok what's really going on.

So this not being my first time at the rodeo I can almost guess that my name has come up for ANOTHER reason. I'm 40 years old. I don't have time for this bullshit. I'm dealing with my own baby mama bullshit and damn if I'm going to get caught up in some one elses. This is like the 3rd dude calling me about some bullshit.

Do I put off some vibe like I need to be called? Do I seem like the friendly type? I'm just sayin. Facebook has about run it's course as did Myspace. I'm close to deleting all but my family and close friends and keep it moving. Way to many people not keeping their shit in order. My girl Malika was talking about Facebook drama just as I step right into some myself. WTF...

You ever..

Get so mad at someone that you want to slap the teeth out of their mouth? This family court process is really working on my nerves, patience and testing my faith.

Not sure how much of this I can take before I catch a case.

MTV is the DEVIL

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I'm feeling old

I joke all the time about me not being 19 anymore and it's usually cause I'm hungover. Today I'm not 19 anymore on a whole other level. My little man graduated Kindergarten today, my oldest just promoted from the 7th grade. Damn.. Where does the time go?

Happy Memorial Day...

Nothing like getting it put on you. I've been a fog all weekend. Can't stop thinking about it. Nothing like getting a text saying it was awesome and I'm thinking damn I'm thinking the same thing.

I have to stay out of LBC, that can be addicting. Back on my grind tomorrow, got something new lined up, let's see how it goes....

House Hunting

So, it finally happened. Let me set the scene.

8:00am cell starts blowing up. I get like 6 texts in a row. It's my neighbor and she is blowing me up like a Macy's parade float. She is frantic about her new computer. Now mind you, I get to work at 7:30 and she is asking me to come look at her computer right now... I ignore the texts for a while but they kept coming. I finally text back and find out her son's friend was on her computer with a thumb drive and now the computer is Blue screening. (SO SHE SAYS)

I go home for lunch and she must have seen me cause the texts start flowing again. I call her on the phone and she is talking like she has some big report due and needs her computer to meet the deadline. I tell her I would look at it when I got home from work at 5.

So fast forward to 5.

I get home and she is waiting for me. I go in my house, put down my bag and grab my flash drives and head over. Now this person doesn't know anything about a computer. She can barely turn it on. I get over and look at the computer and it has an error message on the screen. "DO YOU WANT TO DEBUG" I click no and her desktop loads. She is like "OMG WHAT DID YOU DO?" I said I clicked the button. So she asks me to clean it up and make sure everything is running. Meanwhile she runs to her bedroom door and yells to her husband that I fixed it.

So I'm going on the net and go to type in the address bar and low and behold. "ADULT FRIEND FINDER" pops up. I'm like oh ok, lets see.. Sure enough it loads and a user name is in the box. I remember it and go back home.

I get on my computer, go to adult friend finder and type a search on that username and BOOM! Account found. with a photo of her husband with her in the background. I'm like wow. They've only been married 2 years. So I see some writing in spanish on the profile. So I text my boy and ask him to translate.

So he calls me back and tells me what it says. LOOKING FOR HANDSOME COUPLE or HOT CHICKS.

I'm floored. I had no idea. I'm actually speechless. So I look at the profile again and notice it says it had 40 pics on the profile. 40? really? who puts 40 pics up on a personals site? So those of you who don't know, when you don't have a paid account you can only see the first 2 pics. So I click on it and there it is. My neighbors husband doing the Naked Man in a Captain Morgan pose in his birthday suit. Dude is standing there with his pecker out in all his glory. I can't even look at him the same anymore. I really think I need therapy. Who would have thought my neighbors that watch my house when I go on fishing trips are swingers. I've seen them both a few times since but I can't look at them. I would have liked to see some pics of her but I can't risk the chance of seeing dudes little pecker again.

So point of my story, somebody has to move. Me or the swingers.

Arguing with Idiots

Nothing pisses me off more than trying to help someone and they are trying to tell "YOU" how to do it. Like if they knew how to do it they wouldn't need your help. WTF!!!

Back to work

Was really looking forward to getting back to work after being off for two months. Now with about an hour til I'm due at the job I'm wishing I had another week. I am going to miss my judge shows, my stories and napping at 10am.

Pray for me people. Pray that I don't slap somebody first day back...

You made promises....

And dammit I intend to collect. So get over yourself







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Confuzzled....

Why claim that you can handle it when you can't?

Surgery Day

So today was the day I've been waiting for since my injury. Yep, surgery day. I started my day at 5am and got a hot shower, got my son ready for school and packed my bag. Dropped my little man off at school and headed to Kaiser.

Got checked in and headed to the ER. Met the Doctor, nurses and the drug pusher (anesthesiologist). I opted for the spinal block which made me completely numb from the waist downs. The I.V. is in, and they put me on some Valium and other pain pills before shooting me up in the spine. The next 2 hours are a blur.... I could feel a thing but could hear them talking during the process as I faded in and out.

Once they finished they wheeled me back to recovery where I waited with my nurse and got more drugs. I am in this room for another hour before they move me out to post-op room. And this is where the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me when down.

So my leaves and my friend is there to take me home. She is sitting on next to the bed while two nurses checked my chart and blood pressure. They turn to each other and start talking and another nurse comes over with this months Avon book and they start going through it at the foot of my bed.

I don't remember it if was 5-6 nurses there when it happened. I reach over to tap my friend on the shoulder to tell her I am just now starting to get barely get the feeling in my foot, when a series of farts rip through the area. It sounded like the 4th of July. I look at my friend and ask "did one of those nurses just break ass?" Then it happened again and I'm like OMG these nasty bitches. They got silent and dispersed like someone was shooting, minus the running and screaming.

That's when I realized. I was the one farting. I had no idea and was unable to stop them. Still numb from the waist down had affected my ability to hold back my gas. Even though I am dark chocolate I turned red like a fire truck.

I am certain that they discharged me earlier than they should. My legs were still wobbly when I got out of the wheelchair to get in the car. And I my hotheadedness stopped just as soon as I realized they rushed me out. It's was ok though I wanted to go home anyway. SO there....

Not to mention my gas was not the only thing I couldn't hold in that bed. BOOM!

Last night

I had a dirty dream... I have surgery monday and I can't really act on it but I was dreaming about fishing last night. I can't wait to get back out on the water and catch a big one. This knee injury is really starting to mess with me. I haven't been out since October. That's the longest stretch of inactivity fishing since I was young.

And to make matters worst I got all that brand new fishing gear for my birthday and I can't even use any of it. I don't even like walking into my garage cause my gear is all there. Man this is going to be some long rehab....

Forgotten

So, birthday has passed and I get an email yesterday saying I'm sorry, forgive me, happy birthday. Now missing my birthday is a capital offense punishable by permanent ignore in my book. The average chick is discard like old hot dog water for not calling before noon on my birthday. Special chicks are deleted and never spoken to again for not acknowledging my birthday, but what about one of the women that I can say that I have truly loved in my life? What is the punishment for someone that close to me? We aren't talking someone that I just met at a club or online. This girl has been a part of my life since way back.

She has yet to call still. Her email made it worse. She had the nerve to try and flip it back on me like it's my fault. It's not that I'm anti marriage. I just don't see myself doing it again anytime soon. But she is one that I would consider it. She is one I would move across the country to be with if my kids were grown and out of the house. I'm in to this girl that much and she breaks the biggest rule in my book.

We email back and forth and the emails start getting hostile. She knows she fucked up and she knows I won't just let it go. I want to know why. I press the issue and something is wrong. She isn't telling me everything and I know it. I know she is with someone and she brings up my marriage. The fact that I never told her I got married. She found out from my mother. She has always kept in touch with my mother and grandparents. It's been damn near 20 years and my grandfather still talks about how I should have married that girl. I don't have the heart to tell him she was married for most of the time we were together.

My mother hated my wife. I say hate but that isn't a strong enough word. I think my mother called her and told her purposely. She has always loved "her". I'd show up at my moms house sometimes when I was in the Navy and "she" would be there. Having been there visiting for some time and I not know anything about it.

Having said all this, it is that much more hurtful that she didn't at least call or text. She emailed how she still loves me and thinks about me all the time. So she is living with some dude and engaged. I know she didn't want to tell me that but I got it out of her. She was backed into a corner and when I see blood I go all out like a shark. I had a few days to think about it and finally came to a decision.

Delete.......

Delete her from my contacts, out of my phone and from my email. It's a wrap. If "WE" were going to happen it would have already. Now people reading might think I'm overreacting and would go back etc. But those who know me, know how I am. Especially about my birthday. For someone who supposedly holds me in such high regard and I feel the same for them, to just disregard the single most sacred thing to me is inexcusable.

Three little bitches...

So your boy turned 40 last Friday. 2010 hasn’t been good so far for me. I’ve got to have surgery to repair broken cartilage in my knee. My stomach is jacked up from the pain meds and of course I need to lose weight. That being said, my birthday is the best part of the year. I could care less about Christmas and Father’s day because those are days for the masses. JAN 29th is MY day. I refuse to share it with anyone, don’t accept anything less than the best on MY birthday.

That being said….. The days before my birthday I start getting random text messages from females I’ve dealt with in the past. Now getting a hello out of the blue is no cause for alarm “NORMALLY” but the week of my birthday hmmmmmm. So let’s call these women the three little tricks.

Trick 1. She texts and goes on about she has been thinking about me and misses me and asks am I single. Of course I’m like WHY???? She goes on with some bullshit story of how she has been thinking how she didn’t really give me a chance and she knows she messed up and wants to see if we can be an item. Again I’m like WHY???? Why now? It’s been a long time. Why all of a sudden? Was it the rain storm we had out here in SoCal? Did the rain make you lonely and feel the need to find someone to cuddle with? Are you horny? I know people always say rainy weather is the best time for love making. Of course she denies both and just rambles about how she didn’t give me a chance and how she wants to do so now. I’m thinking in the back of my head, Uh, Bitch…. I hit it the first night I met you. I had all the chances I wanted with you…. It didn’t work out because YOUR SHIT WAS WHACK!!!!! I let her know that I’m cool and she isn’t what I’m looking for at this time…….


Trick 2. She texts me and very similar to the first. She wants to spend time with me on my birthday. So I tell her.. Let me get this straight. We haven’t talked that much in months and you want me to give you the hottest day of the year? You want me to forget everybody and anybody else and just say oh hell yea, you can spend my birthday with me. Please. Are you fucking insane. Why now you want to spend time with me? Why all of a sudden? Oh you want to spend time on your terms when it’s good for you? Naw I’m cool. Kick rocks….


Trick 3. Now this is the kicker. She stays on the script much like the other two. But unlike them her house was built out of stone. She goes on about how she misses spending time with me and about all the good times we had together blah blah blah. I just cut her off and say thanks but no thanks. I’m not interested in pursuing any type of relationship with you. She is thrown back, and is like why? So I go in on her and explain my reasons. She is like wow, why haven’t you ever told me any of this before. I’m like I had no intention on calling you. You called me. So now you know, PEACE!

So I spent my birthday with friends and family. I had a great time and I felt the love all around. I had some drinks, some sex, and some great food. It wasn’t the big party that 30 was but I plan on having many more birthdays so I’ll get that party down the road. I also got the best present I could ask for. My daughter brought home straight A’s on her report card. All in all, I’m feeling pretty blessed.

BROKE

So this woman calls me Saturday morning in a frantic way talking about her computer and viruses. She asked could she bring it over and could I fix it today. So I say sure and I take a look and it's infected big time. So I've got a few other machines to finish before I get to hers and she goes on about how she needed it today and how she has some school work that she must get finished.

So I put her computer up on the bench and I start working on it. I tell her I'll call her when it's done and I start doing that voodoo that I do. I get the computer cleaned and give her a call. She's ecstatic. I tell her she could come get it right now and it will be $60.

This trick in a calm and clear voice tells me. Hey, all I got is $20. Can I pay you later?



WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!

You can't stand the rain....

So I'm headed to work and I get a FB email from this broad I smashed a while ago. It was a one night stand and quite frankly it was whack. I did the honorable thing and called the next day, but I totally wasn't in to her. But you know, your boy can play the role.

So she asked me for my number and claims she had lost it. I'm thinking she needed some computer work so I respond with the digits. About 15 seconds later she texts me. Hey, what's up? I'm like hey what's up. She goes into this song and dance on how she wanted to get to know me and that she was sorry we didn't get a chance to really get to know each other earlier. I'm like why... why now? And I asked her.

Why now? It's been a long time, and after I hit it you didn't respond to my text or emails. I asked her was the rain making her lonely? Was she horny? What was it? She tells me I'm a fun guy and she didn't give me a chance before. I'm looking at this text like what type of full ass bitch are you? You didn't give me a chance? Step your sex game up broad cause the snatch was whack.

Normally I'd play along and see what she was really after but I squashed that shit right away. I told her. I'm cool, I have enough on my plate to back track.

Does she think I haven't seen her FB status updates professing how she was lonely and wanted a boyfriend etc etc? This rain got her lonely and she wants some companionship. GET A DOG TRICK.......

I decided...

I like BLACK as much if not more than RED.......

That is all