Tuesday, December 31, 2013

End Times

How did I begin the last day of 2013, you ask? By talking about manscaping and Bigfoot, that's how.

Me: Tis the last day of the year
Friend: WE SURVIVED!!!!! 
Me: *emerges from fallout shelter looking like bigfoot*
Me: lol With our luck you just jinxed it and we don't survive the day. Thanks a lot.
Friend: lol You couldn't go with Tom Hanks in "Castaway"? You had to go with Bigfoot?
Me: Lol Hey, when there's no access to manscaping, Bigfoot is probably more appropriate
Friend: lol How you must have suffered
Me: Indeed I did. But did I give up whilst in that shelter? Oh no, not I. I did survive. Because I remembered how to love and knew I'd stay alive. And now, I have all my life to live (knock on wood after your comments), I've got all my love to give. I did survive. I did survive. Plus I saved a bunch of money on car insurance by not being able to drive for 12 months.
Friend: LOL I thought you were gonna say, I switched money by switching to Geico 
Me: LOL Uh...read that text again
Me: I didn't know Geico could do that for me
Me: *shuffles to the Geico to switch he monies*

And last, but not least, a friend sent me this and said it perfectly describes what my New Year's resolution should be. And if I made New Year's resolutions, I'd be in total agreement.


Here's to even poorer life changes in 2014!!

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Bros Before Hos

I woke up this morning to this text:

Friend: Just thought I'd share that my boyfriend tried to give me shit because of you. And I didn't care. That is all.

This morning I inquired as to what happened with the boyfriend and was confused by the reply. According to her boyfriend, no dude communicates on a daily basis with a chick he's not interested in, therefore I must be harboring some secret feelings for her that I have yet to confess. Well gee, by that reasoning I must also have feelings for every female friend in my life. Who knew I had so many unresolved feelings? Oh wait, knew that. Seriously? Are we like back in the stone age where women can only have contact with their significant other and no other men? Because that's effin ridiculous. It's about to be 2014 and, last I checked, platonic relationships between women and men are pretty commonplace. My best friend is a chick. A few other of my closest friends are chicks. I love them as people, I love them as friends, I consider them to be family. I talk to them frequently, I bounce ideas off of them and we talk about all kinds of different stuff. Do I have secret feelings for any of them? Nope. They're no different from the dudes I'm friends with, except they have much more common sense and a better approach to problems. We all click with who we click with, regardless of gender. At least, that's how it should be. Some people ARE capable of friendship without sexual benefits or secret feelings. And just because YOU wouldn't do something a certain way, doesn't mean someone else wouldn't. We're like people that way. We all have our own thoughts and stuff, ya'll.
This is not the first time I've come across this issue. The BF and I were roommates for years and a handful of our significant (or, as it were, insignificant) others voiced their issues with our arrangement. Neither of us ever got why they had a problem with it. It's one thing if we were living together, occasionally hooking up or something like that, but we weren't. If my roommate had been a dude, there wouldn't have been an issue. But because it was a chick, ish got all territorial and I didn't like that. Many relationships, for both of us, came to end because the people we were dating couldn't handle our friendship. It got to the point where I began saying up front that my best friend was a chick whenever I started dating someone new. I couldn't believe how big of a problem it was. Some of them were upfront about it, some of them kept their feelings about it on the low and they'd only surface every so often, like when in the midst of a fight. My old friend Agent W's last boy toy (I think it was the last one, I can't keep up) didn't understand why she needed anyone in her life but him. No friends, no family, no nothing. But they had a tiff specifically about our friendship. A similar tiff to the one she had yesterday with her current boy toy (his logic was covered at the beginning of this blog). And I still don't get the big deal.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Hilarious People

One of my friends received the gift of laser hair removal for the holidays. She, her sisters and their mother all redeemed the gift the day after Christmas.

Her: One of my sisters got her legs and hey nanny nanny done
Me: LOL. GO TEAM HEY NANNY NANNY!! *waves giant foam finger*
Her: lol I'll tell you where to stick that finger
Me: lol Don't take your laser rage out on me. I'm not the one who forced you there.
Me: Na na na na, na na na na, hey nanny nanny hair, goodbye
Her: LOL It's sad how much I love your ridiculous ass

[Two days later]

Her: I had a dream about my dad...where I handed him a baby.
Me: A baby...turtle?
Her: No. A baby girl
Me: lol Are you sure it was a baby and not just one of your freshly lasered sisters?
Her: lol Yes damn you, I'm sure

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This same friend had a little incy-dent on the Facebook last week. And of course I took advantage of the situation.

Her FB Status: The lady month of my twenties starts tomorrow and oh my damn is this accurate! [link to a story about life in your early twenties vs. your late twenties]
Her comment: LOL Ummm "lady month" should say "last month"... 
Me: LMAO I was like, "You only got one the entire decade?". I guess all those hormonalpalooza fights meant nothing...
Her reply: LOL Bite me

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Just before Christmas, G and I attended a hockey game. He had a bit too much of the holiday spirit and...well...

Me: LOL We're at the hockey game and they played, "I Love Rock & Roll" during a break. G is so durnk, he sang the song at the top of his lungs and when the music cut out, he was still singing
Friend: LOL Yeeeees!!!
Me: He says to me, he says, "You think anyone heard me dude?". Everyone staring at his drunk ass.
Friend: Please film that.

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My gay cousin continues to play the field (kinda). It seems to be musical boy toy between his boyfriend and the dude he made out with at Thanksgiving. Today, the pendulum swung yet again...

BF: So apparently your cousin is bringing [boy toy] to Vegas.
Me: I thought he was bringing his boyfriend?
Other cousin: No, now he's decided to bring the hook up.
Friend: Good god. Pick a gay, man.
Cousin 2: Why pick one when there are so many to choose from? lol
BF: lol Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all
Me: It's the most wonderful tiiiiiime to be queer.
BF: LOL You win.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Dumb People

This has been quite the month for whiners, hasn't it? But tis the season I guess. First, people lost they damn minds over the whole "Duck Dynasty" debacle, then the Target thing and, finally, the UPS/FedEx holiday delivery fiasco. Everybody has a beef with something. Obviously, I completely understand the outrage at the Target issue, especially since several people I know have been affected by it. People losing their minds over that one is all kindsa justified. But the other two...not so much, in my opinion.
I admit I used to be a semi-regular watcher of "Duck Dynasty". This was back around the time it began and wasn't really a household name type of show. Even though I watched it every week, I still didn't quite know what to make of it. A couple of the family members are hysterical (Jase and Uncle Si), but the rest are all kinda 'meh'. The family patriarch always rubbed me the wrong way though. He seemed to be 'meh' about the whole family business, TV show and brand and he didn't add much to the show. His scenes were all filler. I stopped watching the show around the time it went mainstream, mostly because I rarely got around to watching it on my DVR and it was taking up too much space. Of course, now DD merchandise is literally everywhere and the family is plastered all over magazines and promotions. I read the article about this dude's comments to a magazine and I knew it would become a big deal. But I didn't understand why it became such a big deal. He was asked for his views and he relayed them. End of story. It has since come to light that he bashed gays during some sort of service awhile back, and I get the backlash about that, but no one would have cared enough to dig for that footage if not for the interview he gave. And the only reason someone went digging was because the views he expressed were not those of the mainstream. It's ridiculous that now people are crucified for expressing a point of view. Is the dude anti-gay? Probably. But it's not like anyone who has watched a single episode of that show hasn't assumed that to be the case. I mean, the dude brags about having cheated on his wife numerous times over the years and spews Bible jargon in a lot of his scenes. Obviously, a lot of people don't think it was a major deal since A&E reversed its decision to pull him off the show. Much ado about nothing, as usual.
So UPS and FedEx (who seems to be taking less heat over this) had theyselves a little snafu over the holidays. Both fell way behind on delivering packages, causing a bunch of people to bitch about their "ruined" Christmases. Couple things; first, if you wait until the week before or the weekend before Christmas to order things that need to be shipped, then you're an idiot and a poor planner and you deserve what you got. Second, how is your Christmas ruined just because you didn't get any of your gifts on time? Christmas isn't about stuff, although most of us seem to have forgotten that. Did you spend time with your family/friends? Did you eat good food? Are you still alive? Then quit your bitching, your Christmas was just fine. UPS posted a 'Merry Christmas' wish to their Facebook page and the comments were 99.9% negative. One comment was from a UPS driver who said he'd been working 60 hour weeks since the month began, rarely saw his family, had no time to Christmas shopping of his own, and usually didn't get a chance to even eat untl the evening hours thanks to his schedule. The response? People attacked him and called all UPS drivers idiots. Really? Someone who is an employee of the company, and has zero pull over what the policies are is who you think is responsible for your supposedly "ruined" Christmas? Are people also screaming at the cashiers at Target because their information was breached? Of course not. As with Target, this is a corporate issue. Someone at that level should have done the math and realized they bit off more than they could chew and they should've either stopped taking on packages that needed to arrive by Christmas, or put a big red banner at all shipping centers and online warning people that things would likely not arrive by Christmas, regardless of what service was used. Yes, they screwed up. No, no one's holiday was "ruined" by it. Everything you ordered will have just as much use next week as it would've on Christmas day. And if your family or friends thought you looked stupid because your gifts weren't there yet, then ya'll both need a reminder that it's just STUFF.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

We've Been Good, But We Can't Last

My mom put a present under the tree that said "From: Mom Fragile". Then this happened:

Me: I don't know who that is, Mom Fragile.
Mom: That's my rapper name. MF for short.
Me: Um...
[Mom thinks about it for a second]
Mom: That did not go as planned.

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Whilst playing 'Scrabble' with my cousin's new girlfriend (who is awesome and hilarious):

[She puts down the word, "Legato"]
Me: What the hell does that mean?
Her: It's...a cat made out of Legos 
Me: You don't know what it means, you looked it up. Cheater.
Her: Fine then let's only use words we know, no dictionary.

[Twenty minutes later]

[I put down the word "Axiom"]
Her: Whoa whoa whoa. What does that mean, Merriam-Webster?
Me: It means something that's true. Maybe if you didn't spend all your time building Lego cats, you'd know that.
Her: Burn.

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My 14-year-old niece on Christmas Eve morning, trying to convince her parents to let her open a gift before the evening hours.

"But see, I feel like I'm getting a cold and I might be stuck in bed by the time everyone gets here to open presents."

Two points for creativity (but the answer was still 'no').

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I don't know how I did this, nor could I ever do it again, but while leaning against the oven and checking an email, my sister told me to move so she could get something out of the oven. I stepped forward to move out of the way and the oven door flung open and hit my sister in the head. Apparently my belt loop got caught on the corner of the oven door handle so when I moved, the door moved too. Couldn't do it again in a million years.

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A few years back, my Uncle D was not interested in any of the football games on during Thanksgiving, so he decided to put up the outdoor Christmas decorations instead. Long-ish story short, he fell off the roof and broke his leg. My aunt had to take him to the hospital and thus we did not eat until very late in the evening. They still bicker about the whole thing. This was one of those arguments (he barked almost everything in Spanish, she barked back in English):

Him: You always want to do all of this stuff for the holidays and it never turns out well.
Her: And why is that? Why doesn't it turn out well?
Him: You don't plan well.
Her: *I* don't plan well?? I plan just fine. The problem is you're a jackass and you ruin holidays.
Him: I gave you four kids!
Her: Yep. And they know you ruin the holidays too. Like Thanksgiving.
Him: Ay...
Her: You STILL don't think you did anything wrong that day.
Him: I put up decorations on YOUR house for your damn holiday, what was wrong with that?
Her: Your fall off the roof. Thanksgiving dinner at 8 o'clock. THAT is what was wrong with that.
Him: I guess a broken leg wasn't enough for you.
Her: No, it wasn't. You should've finished the job so we could've eaten on time. It's not like I would've needed to take you to the coroner.
[He shakes his head]
Her: More coffee?
Him: Si, mi amor

The moral of the story? Don't give a woman ammunition like that, ya'll.

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We had a spirited discussion about The Brady Bunch and whether it not thy were truly a functional family (or if such a thing exists). Some highlights:

Cousin: The Brady's had a doctor...
His mom: You could be a lawyer if you'd take the bar.
*cousin picks up his marbles and goes home*

Crazy Aunt: The Brady's didn't have such smartass kids

Other aunt: I wish I had a son smart enough to be a doctor
Her son: You know, it's always such a wonderful boost to the self-esteem to come home for the holidays

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The bestie is dating an old flame again. He's head over heels for her, and she loves him, but their views on the future differ.

BF: And of course he still wants to get married and I don't.
Me: I feel your pain. All my womensz want to marry me too. It's annoying.
BF: That's because you're a catch
Me: Meh
BF: Seriously though, promise me you'll set him straight if he ever comes to you about proposing to me
Me: You and W got every dude proposing and ish after a few weeks or months. I don't get it
BF: Uh, it's because we're awesome
Me: Well, I don't think either of y'all are all that special
BF: LOL Merry Christmas to us
Me: lol I mean, I adore you both. But it's like these dudes see the edited versions of y'all and wanna wife you. Then someone sends then the version with the parental advisory sticker and they get ghost.
BF: lol And I'm sure you're the one who sends that version 
Me: They see all your crazy and they leave. That's what I meant
BF: I see someone got a new shovel for Christmas.
Me: lol Santa brings one every year
BF: I hate you, fucker
Me: LOL But why?
BF: I tell you that you're a good catch and you tell me you don't know why anyone wants me lol
Me: I did not! I said I don't get why everyone wants to MARRY you right away
BF: Still not a compliment but I don't get it either lol

Friday, December 20, 2013

I Need You So That I Could Die, I Love You So And That Is Why Whenever I Want You All I Have To Do Is Dream

I heard this song on "The Good Wife" a few weeks ago and instantly Shazamed to find out who sang it. I didn't get around to downloading it until this week though. And it's been on repeat ever since. Tis safe to say I'm in love with this cover right now. It reminds me of a certain someone.


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Like A Lottery, Entered For The Very First Time

Whilst wandering through the pages of one of the blogs I regularly read, I saw a post about an award that is given out annually to the "writer" (I use that term very loosely and you'll soon see why) of the worst sex scene in a book. The material of the winner and runners up was posted and some of it was gross, some of it was confusing, but sure enough all of it was terrible. This prompted folks to post the worst writing of a sex scene that they'd ever read, which brought more disgustingness and confusion. But towards the end of the line, my life changed. Why, you ask? How can terrible sex writing change the life of a manwhore, you ask? Read on (my notes are in bold)...

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"Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet. (So, to clarify, the takeaway here is apparently that water is wet and anything that comes into contact with it will get...wait for it...wet.)

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway. (I've never had breasts but "swinging heavily with the momentum" sounds painful.)

Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter - hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest. (1. "smushed is NOT a sexy word EVER. 2. "His shame made him hotter - hotter for sex", well thank you Captain Obvious. For a minute there, I thought he was hot for something else.)

As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm. (LOL WHAT?!)

"Hilda," Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. "There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire." ("Meat"...also not a sexy word EVER.)

Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too. (Aaaaaand yet another unsexy word, "snooch".)

"Torolf," Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. "I need you." Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently. 

Hilda looked at him expectantly. 

"Oh, sorry," she added. "Torolf, I need you - sexually."  (How dumb is this dude that a naked chick is standing in front of him saying "I need you" and he doesn't get what that means until she says, "Oh wait...did I say sexually? Cuz I meant sexually".)

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge. (MORE unsexy words and WTF is up with this chick's obsession with his abs? Does he have any other anatomy? One that may be on the brink of aneurysm, perhaps?)

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment. (Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. BEST. LINE. EVERRRRR. In the history of literature, in the universe, EVER!! I could barely get past that line when I read it the first time.)

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it. (Even MORE unsexy imagery, but also some hilariousness. There's the need to point out that she didn't just clutch the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy, she also used her hands. Also, "Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.". That sentence totally sounds like he started to write this epic thing and his train o' thought wrecked halfway through so he said, "fuck it" and ended with "and somebody was pushing their dick inside it".)

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms! (...I think Torolf should probably see a doctor soon because his Johnson seems to have a number of neurological problems. It's also funny how the author says she had "so many orgasms".)

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room. (Ew.)

Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop. 

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty. 

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs." (WTF are "galloping abs"? And why is dude climbing out a window rather than hanging around for awhile? Was the sex that bad?)

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Sweet Jesus, this story made my day yesterday. And here I thought "50 Shades Of Grey" was bullshit. This one is even worse (though "50" is still awful). This story is also the gift that keeps on giving because everyone I've forwarded it to has come back with fantastic commentary, such as:

Me: This story has this gem of a line, "he entered her like a lottery"
W: *cackle*
W: That sounds like something Kanye West would sing about
Me: LOL Oh man I lost it after that line
Me: "I wanna enter you like a lottery on the sink. Film that shit and send your pimp mama the link"
W: LOL

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R: Da fuck did you just send me? "Dick Parkinsons"?? LOL
E: LOL Wow. That is awesomely bad and makes me want to never have an orgasm again.
Y: LMAO! This is amazing. This is making my life.
A: He entered her like she was a lottery LMAO. WTF does that mean?? He walked into a 7-11 and purchased her??
Me: LMAO!
G: LMAO That'd make her a hooker. I'd like a pack of smokes, a Big Gulp and to enter that woman like a lottery, please.

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W: Like a lottery, entered for the very first tiiiime!
Me: *frolics on a boat bound to Spongy Love Mountain* WHOAAAOOAAAOAAA AHH
W: I was like WTF is spongy love mountain
W: It sounds like a part of the cow that is eaten only on holidays
Me: *throws his bagel away*
W: LOL I'm sorry, did I gross you out?

Me: lol I literally took a bite and then your text popped up and I was like...nm, I'm not hungry anymore

Oh man. Merry Christmas to me.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Positively Entertaining

G: I don't find Tom Cruise sexy at all, do you? How it do Giuseppe?
Me: ...
Me: Who is this?
G: LMAO. Dammit.
Me: Um...seriously, who is this? lol
G: Your damn cousin has been leaving random ass text on my phone. If I don't remember that, I just type whatever I want and hit send and then both messages go out. I don't know why I married her.
Me: lol That is genius. I'ma do that to [Y]
Me: Are you sure it's her? That sounds like something any of us would do when you're not paying attention.
G: lol Yeah. I'm HIV postive
Me: LMAO WHAT??
G: Son of a bitch!! I'm POSTIVE. NOT with HIV!! I don't know where that came from lol
Me: Well...
G: lol Shut up
Me: This has been a revealing conversation
G: LOL SHUT. UP.
Me: I like how you were quick and to the point about it though. The direct approach is best when delivering news like that
G: Fuck you lol
Me: lol Uh, you might wanna choose your words more carefully, G.
G: LOL. I fail at life.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Santa Baby Two Ways

Me: Oh, I love you
Friend: I hope you're nekked as you tell me that
Me: Well tis the season
Friend: Santa baby, a nekked [Giuseppe] under my tree, for me
Me: LOL
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Me: Marking the first time in history Streisand has ever helped a dude get some nookie
Me: COME ON
Me: Some nookie
Me: COME ON
Friend: So you could take the cookie and stick it up yo
Me: What is...Ass?
Me: WTF does that even mean?
Friend: He must have really liked cookies...a lot
Me: Then why would he stick it up his [parental advisory]
Friend: Because...he was into cookies in that way
Friend: He's nomnomsexual
Me: LOL
Me: All those times I ran for the Oreos I thought I was just depressed. Turns out I was actually experimenting with my nomnomsexuality
Friend: lol That's our sexual oreo-tation
Me: I'm putting nomnomsexual on my census form
Friend: I'm pushing proposition 711 for nomnomsexual rights
Me: Santa baby, some nomnomsexuality, for me
Friend: LOL
Friend: Very nice

Friday, December 13, 2013

How Did You Know It's What I've Always Wanted

I got Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album this week and I have to say I'm is impressed. I'm notoriously hard to please when it comes to Christmas music and it drives everyone I know crazy. You know how some people put on a holiday themed station and just let it play and enjoy whatever music comes on? Yeah, I'm not one of those. I only like certain versions of certain songs and I rarely add anything new to my Christmas playlist. And a pathetic playlist it is, with only about 55 songs on it. Still, they're 55 songs I can listen to on repeat everyday from December 1st to January 2nd and not get tired of a single one. Because of my holiday music pickiness, I hesitated in getting Kelly's album. I love her, love just about every album she's ever done, but didn't want to have to say, "Well, she didn't do a good job with that holiday thing". I shouldn't have worried though. Like, at all. The album is (almost) flawless, like every other one she's done. The only song I don't care for is the cover of "Baby, It's Cold Outside", but only because I think she oversings it a bit. The version of that song I prefer is actually the cover that "Glee" did a few years back. But I am a big fan of another cover on the album, "Just for Now", definitely the standout on the album. I love the mood of it and it's genius how she incorporated another holiday song into the music. At this point, her next album could be a cover of German death metal and I'd still love it.


Thursday, December 12, 2013

Pin The Sexual Harassment Suit

[While watching "Pleasantville"]

Character in movie: "I know which one this is! You wanna ask her out and then you wanna give her your class pin!"
BF: One date and she gets his class pin.
Me: Oh, I think you've been pinned after one date before.
BF: But not in black and white.
Me: More like by both blacks and whites
[BF shoots me a look of death]
Me: Stop me when I lie!
BF: Well...you're half right.

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Me: Do you know anyone who would be interested in being my assistant?
Friend: I might
Friend: Are sexual favors involved? Is it that kind of "position"?
Me: lol Uh no. No sexual favors required.
Friend: Oh, then no, I don't know anybody lol
Me: LOL

Who We Are Is Who We Are, When The Act Of Love Can Get Us So Far

I've been thinking a lot the past few days about...a lot of stuff. I had a conversation with an ex, commonly referred to by a friend as "tiny Jesus girl". This nickname came about eons ago when we were dating. She was a good, religious girl and I was hell on wheels. We only dated a few months. The joke is that the tiny Jesus on her shoulder was telling her to get out as fast as she could. And I can't deny that was probably true. Her mom hated me, her dad, sister and brother thought I was a nice guy. But of course they only saw the sanitized version. To this day, they don't know about the details of our relationship and my issues at the time. Inevitably, we crashed and burned and the end was much worse for her than it was for me. I saw her as just another conquest. She was gorgeous and she was a "good girl", that's all I needed to know. She saw me as relationship material and, for the life of me, I don't know why. I grew bored and, without telling her, started to pull away. Realizing this, she began to try and conform to what she thought I wanted her to be. The more I pulled away, the more she tried to change. But all of her changes were lost on me. I knew what we had was temporary and I had no intention of continuing it. Once we officially ended, we basically cut each other completely out of our lives. Last year she turned 30 and decided to do 30 things she'd always wanted to. One of those things was to mend fences with me. I was surprised when I got her call since I never expected to hear from her again, but I was thankful for the opportunity to genuinely apologize. Even as I was being a bastard to her, I knew it was wrong but I was so fucked up that I didn't even consider apologizing. I felt SO much better once I did though. That entire relationship, or more the way I treated her during it, was always one of my only regrets. I asked her why she kept trying to change for me and kept clinging to me and her answer was simple - because she knew that somewhere in there was a good guy that she could really have fallen for.
I have been many things in my relationships, but capable of changing who I am in order for them to continue is not one of them. I'm a firm believer that you cannot go into a relationship hoping to change someone, or even something about their personality. Do I adapt to the demands of the relationship? Of course. But I've never attempted to change myself for someone. At least, not with the intent of actually changing. The one time I did some semblance of this was when I dated someone who we'll refer to as T. As per usual with me, it was infatuation that led me into the relationship and my bad habits that led to the end of the relationship. She had no idea what I was into when it all began and once she found out, she basically shot me an ultimatum that I could cut it our or she would cut me loose. I did try to stop all the bad stuff for awhile. But then I decided it was easier to just omit what I was doing when she asked me about it. It worked temporarily. And we were doing quite well at the time. Then, it all fell apart when I came clean about what was actually happening. And that was it, we ended shortly thereafter (but lingered for a few years). There's been no other time when I've attempted to change who I am for somebody else. As of right now, I like me. And that's a lot for me to admit. I loathed who I was for a very long time but now me and...uh, me have found a pretty good place to settle in. I'm ever improving, as I would hope we all are, but this particular model o' me isn't half bad. I'm a good father, I'm a good son and sibling and, someday, I hope to be a semi-decent partner in a relationship. Ah yes, there's one thing I'd like to resolve to be next year - good at relationships. Unfortunately, I don't believe in New Year's resolutions. But I do believe that taking a glimpse into the past can help you in the future so let's do that, shall we?
Relationships...are really not my thing. But I have been good at them on occasion. I've even been great at them once or twice (okay, probably just the one time). But overall my record is not stellar. A combination of things play into this; I get bored easily, I choose to go it alone when I should be part of a team, I can be a bit passive aggressive and/or aloof when I'm unhappy, and then there's our good old friend self-sabotage. I'm also stubborn as hell sometimes. But lately I am learning which of these things are changeable and which are not. I can change whether or not I go it alone. I can flip the switch on the passive aggressiveness. I can even be less stubborn, although that one takes the most work on my part. I could probably even keep the self-sabotage at bay if I really attempted it (I'm also a firm believer that anyone can do anything if they put their heart into it). I'm curious as to how much of my losing relationship record is part of a mental block and how much of it is really me being terrible at relationships. You would think someone as...experienced as me would have learned a damn thing over the past 18 years (yes, I've been in and out of relationships for almost two decades now). And I guess I have. I don't consider all relationships that end to be a failure. My determination of whether or not a relationship is successful is if you learned something from it. If you did, whether that something be about yourself or about relationships in general, then it was a success. After all, not everything is meant to last forever. Some people are meant to come into your life, school ya and then make their exit. I'm nothing if not a student in this life, so no matter how fucked up a period I've been in, I've always been opening to learning. As you can imagine, my penchant for dating older women has led to all kinds of learning experiences about myself and about love. But I think a lot of those lessons have been stuck to the outside of my brain and are just now being absorbed. I'm just now getting why some women said certain things about me. About how I could be, about how I am. It amazes me how some people can see right through your BS and know what kind of person you really are. Ironically, at the height of my bastard days was when I got the greatest amount of compliments from my girlfriends. And back then I would grumble about it because I didn't believe I was, nor would I ever be capable of being, a good dude. But I'm getting there. In some ways, I'm still who I was back then and that will always be a part of me. But I'm changing. For the better, I hope. I'm learning not to go it alone and that you should soak up all the love you can get (actually love, not one night stands...okay, those too). Because you're lucky if you find people who aren't required to love you but still do, no matter how bad you can get sometimes. People who love you for who you really are; not what you could be, not what you might one day be, but who you are in the moment. And I'm thankful for all those who have helped me get to who I am right now. Whether they're in my life at the moment or not.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

He DOES Exist

I saw this yesterday on CNN but only caught a glimpse of the commercial. Seeing the whole thing and what they went through to pull it all off is awesome. MAJOR score for the kid who wanted a tablet (and his parents, really) and the peeps who wanted a big ass screen TV. Major bummer for the guy who didn't take it seriously and asked for socks and underwear (although in this economy, it's good to be practical in your wish list my man). See, every now and then Canada DOES do something right.


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Charmed

BF: I need you to turn on the charm for this client
Me: Girl or guy?
BF: The female of the species
Me: Hey girl, let's go have some sex
BF: LOL. Um, while I have no doubt that would work, let's try something more conventional
Me: Hey girl, let's go have some sex in a conventional position
BF: LMAO. You win.
BF: What would you have said if it was a dude?
Me: Probably the same thing lol. It's for money, after all.
BF: lol True dat

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[While watching the movie "Blast From The Past", about a guy who grows up in a bomb shelter because his parents believed nuclear war had begun.]

Friend: I guess that's what you have to do to raise a decent man. Keep him in a bomb shelter for 35 years. Then he gets manners and respect for women.
BF: Hey! These two [alluding to the cousin and I] didn't grow up in a bomb shelter and they have manners and respect for women.
Cousin: The ghetto, yes. A bomb shelter, no.
Me: With questionable role models, definitely. A bomb shelter, no.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Quotables

A few of E's favorite funny/thought-provoking phrases to give him a chuckle through a tough time.


















Friday, December 6, 2013

I Sing, You Sing, We All Sing Cuz We're Procrastinators And That's What We Do

This week's song is a product of yesterday's conversation, which consisted entirely of song lyrics. No, seriously, all we said to each other all day were random lines from songs. And I enjoyed every minute of it.

Me: WHO LET THE DOGS OUUUUT
Friend: WHO
Friend: WHO
Friend: WHO
Me: I hate that song. But it was in my head this morning. So I thought I'd share
Friend: Thank you for sharing
Friend: Heeeeey macarena!!!
Friend: AAAAAAYYYY!!!
Me: We should just randomly burst into song today
Me: A 24 hour strain of Tourette's
Friend: In my life, there's been heart ache and pain
Me: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WE'RE HALFWAY THERE WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LIVIN ON A PRAYERRRRRRRRRRRR
Friend: I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE!
Me: REGULATORSSSSSS
Friend: WARRIORS COME OUT AND PLAAAAAY
Me: Spider pig, spider pig, does whatever a spider pig does
Friend: DON'T PUSH ME CUZ I AM CLOSE TO THE EDGE, I'M TRYIN NOT TO LOSE MY HEAD *fat penguin dance*
Me: WALK THIS WAAAAAAYYYY AND TALK THIS WAAAAAAAYYYY *drug addled rock star shimmy*
Friend: WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN *walks like an Egyptian*
Me: I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEEECKING BALLLLLL *comes flying by buck ass nekkid on a wreeeeeeecking balllll*
Friend: LOL Thanks fucker
Friend: People are staring cuz I cracked up in the store all by myself
Me: LOL
Me: you're the one who started incorporating dance and imagery into the game. You pays yo moneyz, you takes yo chances
Friend: lol
Friend: Here's a story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls
Me: Thank you for being a friend, traveled down the road and back again
Friend: Moving on up (moving on up) to the east side (moving on up) to that deeeelux apartment in the skyyyy
Me: Juuuuuuust sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailing man, the skipper brave and sure. Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour. A three hour tour. *skies darken and thunder claps* The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Minnow would be lost. The Minnow would be lost. The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle. With GILLIGAAAAN, the skipper toooooo, the millionaiiiire and his wiiiiife. The mooovie stahhh. The professor and Mary annnn, here on Gilligan's isleeeeee
Friend: I'm going to call you something you probably never thought I would
Friend: You fuckin' over achiever


Thursday, December 5, 2013

Bound Tres

Me: Dude, have you seen that dumbass video of his with that chick he will someday pay child support to? And the song...Yeezus, it's terrible
Friend: Uh uh honey
Me: LOL I. Love. You.
Friend: :-D
Me: I totally set myself up for that one
Friend: You so did
Me: I wish I were so blessed with the talent to think of getting my lady friend a drink after doing dirty things to her on a sink
Friend: 'Ye keeps it classy mang, he could've just rapped about pulling her hair and holding her head under the sink faucet
Me: Uh huh honey

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

You Are Pulled From The Wreckage Of Your Silent Reverie

As everyone is aware by now, actor Paul Walker passed away on Saturday after the car he was riding in crashed into a pole and subsequently caught fire. I don't know why but I found it difficult to sleep the night after I heard about what happened. I wasn't exactly a fan of his, I've seen only a couple of his movies and none of "The Fast & The Furious" films, but I do remember seeing him in bit parts in a lot of 90's teen movies. I can't comment on what kind of actor he was, but I have mad respect for anybody who is actually out in the trenches helping people after disasters. It's one thing to set up an organization and donate money, it's something completely different to be out actually fundraising and/or at the site of a disaster helping out. Being in the trenches during something like that changes you (this is coming from experience, I was in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina). It makes you more aware, more sympathetic. Something within you just clicks and you're able to see the faces of everyone you love in those people who have been displaced or injured, or both. I admire Paul Walker for actually getting out there and doing that. It seems as though he was a genuinely nice, charitable guy who could take or leave the whole acting thing. Everything he did, he did because he loved it. If there is a "right" or "wrong" way to live your life, he definitely seemed to find the right way. And I think that's why his death has hit so many people so hard. Because he was a great guy who made a living doing something he loved and gave back in his spare time. Unfortunately, another thing he loved was fast cars and that seems to be what compelled him to climb into one with his friend Roger Rodas on Saturday afternoon. Seeing the photos of that crash were just horrifying to see. Even more so now that we know Paul Walker survived the initial impact and was still alive when the car caught fire. That is the most awful way to die and I wouldn't wish it on even my worst enemy. I talked with a friend the other day about how we both hoped they were gone before the fire began, and I still wish that would have been true. Hopefully he was at least unconscious and unable to feel anything that happened.
Someone suggested that I may have had sleep issues simply because I saw the car accident photos and it took me back to my accident, or to my girlfriend's accident. Possibly. I've never seen, nor had the desire to see, photos from my own accident but I hear it was pretty bad. It had to be for me to die twice only to get rejected and sent right back here. And I crashed at about 40 MPH, which is what the speed limit was on the road Walker and Rodas were on, so I cannot imagine how anyone survives a crash at 90 MPH, about the speed they were believed to be driving at the time of the wreck. I try my best to avoid any kind of imagery or news about car crashes, but obviously that's not always possible. When I do catch a glimpse, it hammers home how lucky I am to be here right now. It reminds me not to take things for granted, something we're all prone to doing, especially around the holidays. Losing someone at all is terrible but your emotions are amped up at this time of year (again, I'm speaking from experience). It's supposed to be such a wonderful, family-oriented season but it's difficult to get through when you've lost someone so important to you. I hope his family finds a way to get through it all. I don't know how I would manage if I knew that my loved one was essentially burned alive.
I've seen many different reactions from people about his death. They run the gamut from, "he had it coming for going so fast" to, "the driver was at fault and killed him". There have been some people who understand the loss and grieve it as if they knew him, and some who wonder why people are so upset when they didn't actually know him. The reactions have been...odd. A close friend of mine is a HUGE Michael Jackson fan. While I was sad to hear of his passing, I wasn't completely torn up about it like some people. Still, I understood the grief. I didn't go around asking MJ's mega-fans why they were so upset over the death of this person they'd never truly known. People grieve in their own ways and for the people they love, whether they're a fan of the person, or the person's work. It's not like these fans upset over Paul Walker's death are coming out and claiming they were BFF's or anything. They're sad because it's a tragic situation, his daughter lost her father and the world lost a good human being. That's it. What's wrong with grieving over those things? I didn't see anyone harassing people about being sad over Whitney Houston's death or any other celebrity death for that matter. I saw people pointing out that she had a hand in her own death, as Walker might have, as do many celebrities who die. It's sad but it's true. But just because everyone's thinking something doesn't mean a bunch of jackasses have to come right out and say it so soon after a death. We don't know, and we'll probably never know, the full conditions that led to this crash. If they were going 90 MPH and nothing was amiss with the car, then yes they both had a hand in their own demises. We all make our own choices after all. But we don't know any of that. The only two people who do are no longer on this particular plane. Let everyone, whether fan or family, mourn the way they want to mourn.
As I sat down to write this post, I got this feeling that I've had to write way too many posts that deal with death. I'm not afraid of dying myself. The thing that gives me nightmares is someone I love passing away. That is paralyzing. I do worry for Miss N if I happen to no longer be here one day. And I wonder who she'll be mourning when she's my age. I feel like so many celebrities that remind my generation of their childhood or teenage years have passed away the past five years or so. And that's why so many of us are so sad about certain celebrity deaths and can't quite pinpoint why. Because, in a way, it reminds us how goddamn old we are. And that people we grew up with or grew up watching can die. Obviously we know that anyone can die but there is this sort of assumption that the people you're a fan of, watch or listen to everyday will always be around. I remember my mom being upset when someone she was a fan of died but I can only recall two incidents of it (the rest lost in the abyss of my damaged brain cells); Princess Diana and JFK Jr. And all I remember of those times were her being glued to the TV watching the coverage in disbelief. I didn't quite grasp why for the longest time. Until people I was a fan of began to pass away. And now it seems like I've been in her position far too many times. RIP dudes.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Foreign Wisdom

Cousin: I don't know...I'm just all dejected now
Me: I know. But it'll get better.
Cousin: I guess
Me: *sigh* A'ight. I see I'ma have to bring out the big guns...
Me: Now, in your life there will be heartache and pain. And sometimes you don't know if you can face it all again. But you can't stop now because you've traveled so far. To change your lonely life. Liiiife
Cousin: LOL! Dude I sooooo needed that. You're fucking ridiculous and I love you for it
Me: lol Don't thank me. Thank Foreigner for making us all want to know what love is
Cousin: lol The fact that you added the "liiiiife" at the end made it that much better
Me: lol I does what I can

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[Three hours later]

Best Friend: My life sucks. Make me feel better.
Me: It doesn't suck. Lemme tell you something...
Best Friend: *Braces for your eternal wisdom and light*
Me: I know that in your life there has been heartache and pain. And you don't know if you can face it again. But you can't stop now. Why? Because you've traveled too far. In the quest to change this lonely life. And you also can't give up because...I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIISSSS. I WANT YOU TO SHOW MEEEEEEE.
Best Friend: LMAO. You bastard, you gave that speech to [cousin] already!
Me: Did it not make you feel better?
Best Friend: ...Maybe
Me: I rest my case
Best Friend: However, there's nothing worse than recycle advice. Especially advice that isn't even a day old lol
Me: Yes there is.
Best Friend: *Braces for your eternal wisdom and light*
Me: I could've copy/pasted my advice like you just did your smartass wisdom comment
Best Friend: LOL. You knew I was gonna copy/paste too, didn't you?
Me: lol Yep. You don't spend 32 years with someone and not learn what a lazy ass they are
Best Friend: lol So true. And so incredibly mutual.
Me: You even got a chorus. I don't hand out choruses to just anybody
Best Friend: Which is ironic since you hand out everything else to just anybody
Me: SNAP!

My Big Gay Thanksgiving (And My Big Non-Gay Remission)

If you've caught a glimpse of the Twitter in the little box to the right of the blog, then you're aware of two things: My family is crazy and I'm now in remission. Let's talk about the family first. Yesterday was a weird day (and not just because we ate at a decent hour). It was a fantastic day but I will never understand some of the decisions my kin make. First of all, Crazy Aunt brought two youngins to dinner. These turned out to be the kids of her latest "friend" He had to work so she invited them to spend the day with us. And, oh by the way, she thought the daughter would be "perfect" for me. She believed this because the girl likes hockey. Yep. That's all she based it on. Turns out, it was her brother who took an interest in me. And my DC cousin took an interest in him. Yeah...So she's all up on him and trying to flirt and as soon as she gets up to go help with something, he makes his way to my side of the room and starts asking all kindsa questions. I figured out what was up pretty quick so I shut him down and said I was straight. His response? "How straight though?". Good lord. Re-enter my cousin who takes a seat next to him and starts flirting again. I got up and went into the kitchen where I informed Crazy Aunt, the best friend and everyone else in the room that the dude was hitting on me. My mom found it amusing, Crazy Aunt asked if I was "interested in that" and the best friend lamented that of course he was gay since all of the females thought he was "super hot". (When I told Crazy Aunt that I was not "interested in that", she said, "Well, I never know these days mijo. And you are a whore so...". God, I love that woman). The best friend took it upon herself to tell DC cousin that the guy was gay and to "stop making a damn fool" of herself. And this should've been the end of the story. But it's Thanksgiving at OUR house so things never end where/how/when they're supposed to. This dude ended up crossing paths with my gay cousin (brother of DC cousin, ironically), who reluctantly brought his on-off boyfriend to the festivities. And gay cousin and gay dude ended up hooking up by night's end (after which gay dude AGAIN propositioned me and asked how much liquor it would take for me to go home with him. Really? You're gonna hit on me AFTER you've hit (or been hit by) my cousin?). My advice was solicited after the hook up and all I could tell the cousin was that he had to stop dating the boy toy. This is his umpteenth slip up in the past few months that they've been back together. And it's a conversation we've had before. I feel bad for his boyfriend because I was the one who introduced them and he's a genuinely nice guy who is totally enamored with the cousin. But they just can't seem to get it together. I hope it works out but I don't know.
Prior to all of the Turkey Day gayness, there was the news that I appear to be in remission. The doc wasn't sure at first, my levels changed rather quickly after my last transfusion, but another test confirmed it - I'm is in remission. And it is fantastic news. It's not something I thought would ever happen. I think I'm still processing it actually. This means no more transfusions, no more experimental IV's, no more weekly blood draws and no more high dose meds. It also means no surgery to have my spleen removed, something that was going to happen in February. I'm beyond thrilled about that. I can take the poking and prodding of transfusions and I can even handle the emotional rollercoaster of 100 mg of prednisone, but spleen removal was not someting I was happy about. I'll still have to take meds everyday, likely for the rest of my life, but they'll start weaning me down to a lower dose next month. The hope is that my levels will stay normal-ish on 10 mg a day and that I'll be down to that dose by the end of January. I also hope that my emotions go back to being normal. I know some of the...shall we say erratic-ness of my moods is because there is so much medication coursing through my system all the time. I will not miss that. I'm kinda excited though. This is a new chapter and, hopefully, a very good one.

Friday, November 29, 2013

The Amazing Anger Man

Me: Is the Spider-Man movie any good?
Brother: There are like ten different movies, which one are you talking about? 
Me: The one where the dude is in the spider suit
Brother: ...They're ALL about the dude in the spider suit. Specifics please.
Me: The suit is red and blue in this one and the guy just got bitten by a spider
Brother: DUDE. ALL of the movies are about that!!
Me: Wait. This one has a character named Peter Parker.
Brother: OMFGGGGGG. Everything you are telling me is IN ALL OF THE MOVIES!!!!
Me: There's also a girl, if that helps
Brother: No Giuseppe. It doesn't help. NOTHING you are telling me is helpful. What are you seeing RIGHT NOW??
Me: The suit has spiderwebs on it. Kinda nifty.
Brother: ...Who is in it?
Me: Um...the guy who is Spider-Man (he plays two roles I think), and the girl. And I just saw a black guy.
Brother: I don't know which one it is. Ask [cousin].
Me: He's not here
Brother: Why the fuck are you even watching it anyway? You don't like Spider-Man. 
Me: Other people wanted to watch it and I figured why not.
Brother: Ah
Me: Oh and one more thing. 
Brother: ?
Me: It's "The Amazing Spider-Man" with Andrew Garfield from 2012.
Brother: I hate you. 
Me: LOL Then my work here is done.
Brother: lol Jackass. I knew you couldn't be that stupid...but then you have been drinking and we know that amplifies your stupid. 
Me: lol Yes. Yes it does. Oh and one more thing.
Brother: [braces] lol what?
Me: I didn't really see a black guy in the movie. 
Brother: LMAO. There's no black man but there is an Indian. 
Me: Score for [best friend]. Nothing beats a Thanksgiving movie with a token Indian

Stay The Night But Keep It Under Cover

I've posted this song before but it's stuck in my head now after last weekend's SNL skit and after I sang it with some random chick at slightly durnken pre-Thanksgiving karaoke. Good times.


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Bring It On Down To Turkeyville

Tis the season for my family to have their traditional Thanksgiving meal. Or, as it's come to be known round these parts, our traditional Thanksgiving drama. I don't know why it's that way for us. Maybe because this is the first time during the year when everybody is home at the same time. Whatever the reason, Thanksgiving has taught us all to appreciate the little things. Such as, sitting down to eat before 8PM. Or not having to go to the ER with a family member who fell off the roof whilst putting up Christmas lights (also resulting in an 8PM dinnertime). Or not sitting down to eat in awkwardness after your cousin comes out as a homosexual. Yes, all of these things have actually happened. We've all learned that if anything major is going to happen in this family, it will happen between the last Wednesday in November and the first day of the new year. And this year is full of all kindsa potential for disaster; Crazy Aunt is bringing some random people to dinner that no one has ever heard of. My gay cousin is bringing his on again-off again-on again-off again-on again boyfriend, whom he invited to come to dinner back in October before meeting someone else he considered inviting. My sister's boy toy is on the hot seat about putting a ring on it (again and for real this time). Another aunt is determined to hammer out an agreement in which one of her four children provides her with a grandchild by this time next year (her kids include the gay cousin and the DC cousin who wants to freeze her eggs). My mom is determined to hammer out an agreement in which I agree to take a wife by this time next year (I've already heard the mom sigh followed by, "I just don't know why you won't do this for me" half a dozen times). And, of course, something could always go wrong with the meal. Fun times, indeed.

Some highlights from the trip thus far:

Me: My aunt made cream cheese crunch muffins. Hot. Dayum.
Me: Crazy Aunt said they were "bomb" and my uncle looked at her like, "No...just no"
Friend: lol Are they sweet?
Me: Yeah but not overly sweet. The muffin part is not too sweet and then they have cream cheese in the center and crunch topping with pecans and brown sugar.
Friend: Ooooooh
Me: She made them for Thanksgiving morning so everyone has something to snack on. She doesn't know we're eating them now lol
Friend: LOL. Eat them all and then get everyone to convince her she never made any
Me: lol That's the plan

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Crazy Aunt: Huh. Someone just called from a blocked number and they asked me if I was a 'master baster'...I don't know what that is but I said 'yes'.

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Cousin: Ya'll are so lucky you already procreated. At this rate, mom is gonna arrange a marriage for me just to get a grandkid.
Me: Dude, I procreated and my mom is still on me about getting hitched. There will always be something you're not doing correctly in your mother's eyes. Deal with it.
Cousin 2: WORD. Mine told me I wasn't stirring properly while helping her cook. Like what the fuck is proper stirring?
Me: I don't know but $20 says even if you were doing it, she'd find something else wrong with you
Cousin 2: Yes. Yes she would. 
Cousin: I think your mom is by far the sanest of the family.
Me: Are you kidding? The other day in the car she scolded me resembling the grandparents and not her. I didn't even have control over that. Can't win yo.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Character Assassination 101

Some of the fam and I went out last night and ended up shutting down a bar. But we weren't alone in our travels. We ran into a bachelorette party, clearly buzzed, and had some hilarious conversations. Like this one:

Bride-to-be: Oh my god, I'm soooo nervous about the wedding. It's on Saturday.
Cousin: I got married on a whim so I can't really give any advice.
Bridesmaid: How long have you been married?
Cousin: 10 years
Bridal party: AWWWW!! OH MY GOD!! THAT'S AWESOME!!
Me: Uh...you've been married 11 years
Cousin: ...Right. 11 years.
Me: Guess the years all run together in a life sentence huh
Cousin: Pretty much
Bride-to-be: Someone has to have advice!
Me: Just don't over think it, enjoy the day and remember that it's just one day and not everything has to be perfect.
Bridesmaid: Awww that's great advice. Are you married?

[Everyone at my side of the table lets out a collective "HA", some choke on their beverages (myself included)]

Me: Nooooo. And I don't intend to be
Bride-to-be: Dude, you remember dates and you just dished out awesome advice. Marry someone.
Best Friend: He could but...that would mean the end of days was around the bend and I'm just not comfortable with that
Cousin: You know those people who are great in one area of life but TERRIBLE in another? That's him.
G: We call him manwhore.
Cousin 2: I mean, he's had more relationships than most people three times his age...and sometimes with people three times his age
Sister: Some of them two at a time...
Bridesmaid: [to me] This is going to sound bad...but I think we might be soul mates. I hope you don't think I'm a whore.
Cousin: Well, he's never met a bridesmaid he didn't like. For a couple drunken hours, anyway.
Me: Like none of ya'll have ever hooked up at a wedding or bachelorette party

[Everyone at the table lets out a collective, "Duh"]

Me: I rest my case.
Bride-to-be: Well damn. Now that we're talking about casual sex and hook ups, I kind of have doubts about getting married.
Bridesmaid: Girl, you can come to our wedding next Thanksgiving [winks at me]

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Spends Quality Time With His Kids...When He Can

This song has so many versions that I'm not even sure the one posted below was the one I like. The version on the music channels on TV plays a version that really downplays En Vogue's part in the song. Almost as if someone thought, "Meh, no one really cared for them on this song so let's just turn down the volume on the choruses". The radio version cuts and pastes so much that the song ends up not being all that good. And yesterday Pandora played a version I'd never heard before that faded out and in about six times. I like the video version so that's what I'm going with here. I remember the epicness of this song when it came out and even back then certain lines cracked me up. She acknowledges that men are hos but she's accepting of it because he does it on the down low. She also acknowledges that ain't nobody perfect yet this dude who cheats deserves props for...somethin'. Meanwhile, Pepa, always my favorite of the trio, thinks her man be all that because he buys her (what I'm sure are 'spensive) gifts all the time. But without question my favorite is, "Spends quality time with his kids when he can". It's like it glorifies the dude's occasional visits to his kids with that other chick who birthed them. But then, it was the 90's and a dude spending quality time with his kids when he could was, sadly, not as prevalent as it should've been. Here's to spending as little time as possible with my kids this weekend!




Friday, November 22, 2013

11/22/1963

A friend and I have been geeking out this past week over the JFK assassination. We're both watching and reading whatever we can on it. My cousin is an American History buff and happens to be in town this week. So how did we spend our first Saturday together in eons? Binge watching Reelz mini-series "The Kennedys", of course. I remember hearing about this show hen it was in production and turning my nose up at Katie Holmes playing Jackie Kennedy, and that's what prevented me from watching it then (she was still Tom Cruise's prisoner at the time). Her performance was meh. I go in with low expectations when she's in something anyway so she was about what I thought she'd be. The series overall was decent, if unfamiliar with what actually happened sometimes. The real Kennedys pitched a fit when this came out but I'm not sure why, unless they weren't pleased with the creative license the writers took. And there was plenty of that. Like so many things though, the series fumbled it when it came down to the wire. It was only eight episodes but the last two were...not great. Most of the series dealt with JFK's presidency and seemed as though it was written to build towards his assassination. In a perfect world, they would have made the assassination the finale and dedicated the last two hours to it. But instead they made the second to last episode about JFK's assassination and the finale about RFK's jaunt to the Senate and eventual assassination. While I understand that the show wanted to focus on the entire Kennedy family and not just JFK and Jackie, I don't get the pacing and decision to jump subject so much. At the end of the day, I am a film junkie and so I tend to view things not just from the history buff perspective or the fan perspective, but I also run through how I (or another filmmaker) would have done things. Obviously I'm not Spielberg or anything but there are some basic rules to making movies that seem to be increasingly cast aside in favor of more (often worse) content. This is where "The Kennedys" failed. Some examples and/or gripes;

1. Joseph Kennedy was the patriarch of the bunch and the one who wanted his oldest son, Joe Jr., to make it to the White House. Papa Joe was in politics, had money to burn and had no qualms about blowing it all to insure his boys would get what he felt they all deserved (where his sense of entitlement came from, I have no idea). He and his wife, Rose, had seven children, four of whom would be cut down in their primes by untimely deaths. Joe was the first to die when his plane was shot down in the war, thus pinning all of daddy's political hopes on a very reluctant Jack. The problem with all of this in the movie is that we only ever meet the four Kennedy kids who die; Joe, Jack, Bobby and Rosemary, who was mentally ill and subjected to a botched lobotomy by her father. We never meet the other three, even though the first two episodes focus on the younger years of the kids. I guess the ones who didn't die/change the world weren't important enough to make appearances. Anybody unfamiliar with the Kennedy story would've thought they only had four kids, all of whom died.

2. Rather than follow the family through important moments from just prior to Joe's death, which is where the movie began, the writers instead chose to jump from era to era. It wasn't painting a picture and putting emphasis on things that would make more sense later in the film, it was having some major development happen down the road and then flashing back to why that was a major development for the person. This is assuming your viewers are dense or have terrible memories and wouldn't be able to connect the dots themselves.

3. The pacing was so erratic. Like VERY erratic. We jump to the 60's when JFK was in office, then we jump back to the 50's when he met Jackie and they married, then we jump on over to Joe Sr. and his live-in mistress (who was one of many affairs he had). If you pick a time period to tell a story about then you should tell that story in the order that it happened. The occasional flashback is fine but a film full of them is annoying. Can you imagine if James Cameron jumped from the sinking of the Titanic mid-scene and flashed back to the ship being knocked together in Belfast?

4. The acting was meh. Greg Kinnear played JFK and did a decent job, he even looked like him in certain scenes (from the side, anyway). Tom Wilkinson played the Kennedy patriarch and was great, as was the woman who played Mrs. Kennedy. Katie Holmes was her usual self, not great but not unwatchable. The Bawston accents they all had to put on seemed to come and go, most notably from Holmes. Sometimes she sounded like she was from Boston, sometimes from England. Given how annoying Bostonian accents are, I would've thought they would be easy to imitate (the worst accents always are).

5. The second to last episode was chock full of soooo much melodrama that I thought I was watching a soap. It was the JFK assassination episode yet it inexplicably only spent about ten minutes on the subject. The rest was full of ominous "I've never been so happy" moments between JFK and Jackie and, "this is a new beginning" moments between Bobby and Ethel. Granted, it was said that JFK and the Mrs. marriage had never been better than it was in the months leading up to his death, but I felt it was unnecessary to show her gushing about how happy she was an hour before he died. Could it have happened? Of course. But it was a bad time to take creative license and turn an already tragic event into something even worse. Also, I don't get the build up to the assassination when they spent only a few minutes on it. When I say it was ten minutes, I mean it was ten minutes from motorcade to gunshot to JFK being put in the ground. It was almost treated as an afterthought even though it was one of the biggest events in history. And this episode led to...

6. ...The finale. *sigh* Talk about an unnecessary episode of television. It picked up with Bobby deciding he had to be President now that Jack was dead. He ran for a Senate seat out of New York and won, paving the way for his campaign for the White House. Of course, he was assassinated while in the midst of that campaign, leaving behind his wife and ten kids. The pacing of this ep was also terrible, almost as if the writers lost their direction when it came to where to take the story next. They wanted to showcase the tragedy that existed within the family and follow Bobby's story to its conclusion but they could've gone about it in a much better way. Not that his death was any less tragic or important, but Bobby's assassination should've spanned ten minutes and JFK's should've gotten a lot more time. JFK was a President, and a popular one at that, RFK was a former Attorney General running for President.

7. Being a history buff, I'm a stickler for details when it comes to historical films. I will annoy the hell out of you with my corrections while watching things like this. However, I'm not as well versed in the Kennedy story as others. My mom grew up in that age so she knows all kinds of facts and after I told her about the series, she corrected a number of things that weren't all the way true. The last episode made it seem as if Bobby was falling for Jackie and was devastated when she decided to marry Aristotle Onassis. In reality, the marriage was pretty much arranged by Bobby so the kids and Jackie could be taken care of and kept out of the spotlight as much as possible. Also, the film showed Joe Kennedy as having a single, long-term mistress when he actually had several throughout the course of his marriage. I knew a couple of things weren't fact whilst watching the movie though. JFK had many affairs yet they showed just a few of them, and depicted only the aftermath of the affair with Marilyn Monroe. They made it seem as if Jackie left him after one affair when in reality she left him because he couldn't NOT have the affairs. The writers were also quite "creative" when it came to portraying Bobby in the aftermath of his brother's assassination. It's common knowledge that he was one of the driving forces in getting his brother out of dodge ASAP and having the autopsy performed in Washington instead. But the writers showed him as being a bystander in everything and questioning the facts behind Oswald's death. At that time, with Jack dead and Joe a prisoner in his own body due to a stroke years earlier, Bobby was essentially the head of the family. Nothing that happened in the aftermath of JFK's assassination was out of RFK's hands.

8. This one isn't really about the movie but about the Kennedy clan in general and it's just one word - AFFAIRS. I mean, wow. The sense of entitlement amongst the Kennedy men in their personal lives was just insane. Children learn what they live and Joe made no secret of his many affairs so it's not surprising that his sons would grow up to be the exact same way in that area of their lives. One scene depicts Joe telling Jack on his wedding day, "Wives don't expect fidelity, but they don't want infidelity thrown in their faces". The point being to do whoever you're going to do but keep it on the hush. Whether that convo happened or not, who knows. But it goes right in line with who Joe seemed to be. And the way women put up with it back then was ridiculous too. After Jackie leaves her husband during the Cuban missile crisis, Ethel tracks her down and essentially tells her she should go back to him because he's "going through enough" (and she does go back). It was just a different time, I guess.

I'm not sorry I spent 6-ish hours of my life watching "The Kennedys". It was decent entertainment. But, proving fact is more enthralling than fiction, I found myself more drawn in by Reelz more recent Kennedy venture, "JFK: The Smoking Gun". This one was a documentary about an upcoming book (and based in part on a previous book that didn't really make waves) that puts forth a theory about who really fired the fatal shot that killed JFK. The official story is that Lee Harvey Oswald, for reasons that vary depending upon who you talk to, went up to the sixth floor of the Texas Schoolbook Depository building on November 22, 1963 and fired three shots into the Kennedy motorcade, severely wounding Texas Governor John Connally and killing President John F. Kennedy. Two days later, while being transferred to another facility, Oswald himself was shot and killed by a strip club owner named Jack Ruby. Ruby claimed he shot Oswald because he was fond of the Kennedy family and did not want Jackie to have to return to Texas for the trial. Everything about the Kennedy assassination is shrouded in mystery of one kind or another, much of it brought on by the government's own idiocy when it came to handling the tragedy. "The Smoking Gun" tries to separate myth from fact and get to the bottom of how many shooters there were and whether Oswald actually fired the fatal shot.
Although I am new to information about the Kennedy clan in life, I've read half a dozen books about the aftermath of the shooting of JFK and his autopsy. I'm fascinated by medical examiners in general and the part they play in solving crimes. And some of the most experienced M.E.'s in history have taken a crack at making sense of the Kennedy autopsy. So many things were done incorrectly that day in Dallas. Why didn't the car Kennedy was in speed up the moment they heard shots fired? Why was the Secret Service so obsessed with staying with the body at all times and forcing their way out of the hospital with it so the autopsy could be performed in Washington? Their job is to protect the President but that job was essentially over once he was dead. The laws at the time made no special exception for murder, even if the victim was the leader of the free world. At the end of the day, it was a murder and, at that time, it was a state offense which meant the local M.E. should've done the autopsy. Obviously, the SS wanted to get Jackie out of there in case there was more violence to come, I imagine the mood was similar to what we all felt on 9/11; not knowing what would happen next or if it was over. But, at most, the autopsy would've taken three hours to complete and then the M.E. likely would've released the body. It's not like it was going to be complicated to determine how he had died. What was wrong with allowing that to happen and then taking him home and preparing him for burial? The fact that they threatened the local doctors and physically moved them out of the way in order to get the body out of there speaks volumes about a cover-up. The Kennedys being in politics, and especially with Bobby being the AG at the time, were familiar with the laws of the country. Some have suggested that everything that happened was what the family wanted but what they wanted shouldn't have trumped what the law says has to happen. And none of them should've been making important decisions at that time anyway since they were in mourning. No one makes clearheaded decisions while in mourning, especially if you just watched your husband die and have pieces of him staining your clothing.
At best, the SS did what the family wanted, damn the consequences, and acted out of protectiveness. Supposedly Kennedy's SS detail was very close to him. At worst, they knew something was amiss and wanted their people to do the autopsy so that they could make the results fit the story they wanted to tell. Even with the little I knew about the assassination in the past, I've never bought into the official theory. A few things that don't make sense can be chalked up to coincidence but any more than that and you're looking at a cover-up and possibly a conspiracy. Having seen a handful of ballistics tests involving the "magic bullet" theory, I do believe it is possible that the same bullet could've struck two men. But I don't believe it was the bullet that was recovered at the hospital. Supposedly, this one bullet hit Kennedy in the right side of the back, exited his throat, hit Connally in the back, shattered his rib, shattered his wrist and lodged in his leg, severing a nerve. I don't get how a bullet enters someone's right back and exits smack dab in the middle of the throat, but okay. I also don't think any bullet, regardless of what it is made of, would show no blood, tissue or damage after doing so much damage. The bullet has a minor dent on the end but that's it. And it showed no signs of blood or tissue after it was curiously found on a gurney that Connally had been on at the hospital. Why is that curious? Because it was found on that gurney after Connally had been moved from it and the sheets had been changed. It was also curious that it was found outside of his body since it had supposedly lodged in his leg. The official story is that it "fell out" while he was on the gurney but bullets don't just fall out unless there is a gaping hole of some sort, and Connally did not have one of those.
The only film of the shooting was taken by Abraham Zapruder and was confiscated almost immediately upon the FBI finding out about it, but was made public about a decade later. It's readily available on YouTube and it's as graphic as it is confusing. Video cameras were relatively new technology back then so it's grainy and taken at a much lower rate than we're used to. It's also brief and it's crazy to think of how quickly everything can change. In a span of about seven seconds, the President goes from waving and smiling at the public to being gone. There's so much to take in during those seven seconds though. His reaction, Connally's reaction, the timing of their reactions. Supposedly, JFK was hit by the second bullet that Oswald fired, the same one that also struck Connally, but I don't think that was the first hit he took. In the video, you can see JFK grab up around his chest and neck area and Jackie leans in and moves his hand over those areas to check why he's in such discomfort. The SS agent who drove the car testified that he heard the President say he'd been hit, something he couldn't have done after being struck by the second bullet since it severed his windpipe. it seems more likely that the first bullet hit the pavement outside the car and ricocheted into him, or that he was hit by some kind of shrapnel. Jackie seems alarmed in the video, as you would be if someone you loved was hurt in some way, but she doesn't seem to be in "OMG" mode like you'd be if that person was gushing blood from their throat. Milliseconds after she starts examining him, the kill shot happens and everybody knows what went on from there. The video is interesting but it's so grainy and is shot at such a low rate that it's impossible to tell the exact sequence of events, and thus the battle of conspiracy or not has raged for fifty years now. And it will no doubt continue to rage for a long, long time to come because we don't have all the evidence and the investigation and autopsy were both botched. We're left with a ton of questions and many interpretations but no real conclusions or concrete evidence, other than the fact that JFK died.
Like everyone else, I have more questions than anything else. Was Oswald just crazy or was he hired? Why did a strip club owner suddenly catch a conscience and shoot Oswald, if not to shut him up? If it was a cover-up then why did no one kill Ruby to silence him (he died in prison two years later of natural causes)? Which bullet actually struck JFK first and were there only three shots? With such a botched autopsy, it's very possible that they missed (or deliberately overlooked) other wounds. Which description of JFK's injuries was accurate? The staff at Parkland Memorial Hospital that worked on him claimed that his injuries were gruesome and that the right side of his head was missing, leaving the remaining brain matter hanging out. The official report, autopsy photos and autopsy report show that his head was intact but seemingly had the right side of the scalp pulled back. If you see the video, you see that his head was literally blown off so I have no doubt that the photos and report were tampered with in some manner (adding to that theory is that the hair on the top of his head is much shorter than his hair actually was at the time). His wife was actually holding pieces of his skull and brain in her hands, there's no way his head would be as intact as it was stated to be in the autopsy. I'm inclined to believe the hospital staff about the head wound, it had to be gaping. I also don't understand why Oswald waited as long as he did to shoot. The motorcade was halfway down the road when shots rang out. Oswald was by no means an expert marksman, he failed that particular test once in the Army and when he did finally pass it he just barely passed it. If you're going to shoot someone, wouldn't you shoot them as soon as they came into view? Especially if you're going to try and get more than one shot off and you're not the best of shooters to begin with. Could he have even gotten three shots off in those few seconds? Some say yes, some say no. It seems to depend on which "expert" is doing the test. If it was a conspiracy, then what was the motive? Well, there's no shortage of people who want to kill you when you're President. But I find the theory that every crime organization and our own government joined forces to kill him. That's an awful lot of people charged with keeping a mighty big secret. And if it involved the government intentionally killing him, I have to think they'd have done a better job of covering it up. They're good at keeping secrets.
With all of the theories out there, some legit and some crazy, "The Smoking Gun" doc put forth this theory: That Oswald began shooting and got off only two shots before a third shot came from elsewhere and finished the job for him, albeit unintentionally. Where did the kill shot come from? The Secret Service. This is not a new theory but it hasn't been fully investigated until now. One of the SS agents was a newbie named George Hicky, only on the job about four months, and his primary job within the service was to keep tabs on the Presidential cars. He was riding in the car immediately behind the Presidents', along with a number of other agents. All of the agents were of course armed, but on this particular trip they had a new toy - a semi-automatic rifle that was on the floor in that second car. At least one SS agent claimed the gun was cocked and loaded and that all anyone had to do was switch off the safety and start shooting, should the need arise. All SS agents were required to submit written statements about their actions that day and Hicky's statement claimed that he picked up the gun, cocked and loaded it but did not fire or turn off the safety. At least 11 witnesses, 7 of them SS agents, claim to have seen Hicky holding the gun after the shots rang out. There is also a photo showing him (or someone, we can't see the face of the person) holding the gun at that time. But when he picked up the gun is in dispute. He claims he picked it up after the third shot rang out and the motorcade began racing to the hospital. Many others claim he had it at the time the third shot was fired and that he appeared to be looking back towards the depository when the car he was in suddenly jerked forward and he fell back into his seat. Hicky didn't deny any of that happened - except that he had the gun before the third shot. "The Smoking Gun" doc theory is that he picked up the gun after the second shot in an attempt to find the perpetrator and possibly return fire. He stood up in the back of the car, rifle in hand, and as he was surveying the buildings for the shooter, the car sped up to begin heading to the hospital. As the car jerked forward, Hicky fell backwards and accidentally pull the trigger, hitting Kennedy in the head and killing him. He had either already taken the safety off as he grabbed the gun, or it was switched off in the chaos. If that's what actually happened, it's unbelievably tragic for all involved. Can you imagine being in charge of protecting the President and then accidentally killing him? That's horrific. And, unlike a lot of other half-assed theories, this one has some traction.
The book alleging this SS agent theory was first published while Hicky was alive and the author sent him several letters prior to its publishing, asking if he would speak to them about it and giving him a sort of head up. He never responded, even after it was published. Nearly THREE YEARS after its publication, he sued the publishing company and authors claiming that it was all untrue. Why would you wait three years to dispute something like that? If someone accuses me of stealing a sandwich from Whole Foods, I'd pitch a fit and emphatically deny it (unless I stole it, of course), but someone says this dude shot the President and he's unaffected by the allegation? It almost seemed as if someone finally filed it for him and he was still 'meh' about the whole thing. Maybe because he wasn't sure himself if it was true or not. He never spoke publicly about the assassination and he was never called to testify at any of the formal inquiries about it (although they are thought to be part of a cover-up anyway). Further adding to the speculation, that particular rifle was removed from SS use immediately following the assassination. Given that they had just gotten it and, according to them, it hadn't even been used (or misused), why would you stop using it so suddenly? A number of people at ground level, including some government officials in the motorcade, said they smelled gun power after the third shot. You don't smell gun powder unless you're VERY close to where a gun was fired. Oswald was in the sixth floor of a building that was downwind of the motorcade, meaning there's no way the scent of gun powder from his weapon could've reached street level. If it wasn't his gun, and it's unlikely it was, then who else on the ground could've fired? The most compelling part of this theory for me is the ballistics evidence. The bullets Oswald used were so obscure that the FBI had to track some down in order to test them and they weren't designed to explode upon impact. Instead, they were designed to produce clean, through and through wounds so that the wounded had time to get medical attention and survive. The bullet that allegedly hit both JFK and Connally was this type of bullet. The bullet that killed Kennedy could not have been. The injury to his head was massive, his brains were literally blown out and all around the car, his wife and the streets of Dallas. Bullets meant to go through you don't stop and blow your head up in such a manner. That last shot almost had to have been fired from another weapon. Also, if Oswald had fired that shot, it would have exited through the left side of Kennedy's forehead or face because of the angle from which it was coming from. But only the right side of his head had bullet wounds. Of course, we can't say anything definitively. But this is one of the better theories I've heard. It has concrete, scientific and evidentiary based conclusions that make sense and add up, rather than a theory that kinda fits but has holes, as most others are. It also explains why the SS was so aggressive and anxious to have the autopsy done by unqualified government officials. They were well trained, they knew what weapons did what kind of damage and they saw what kind of damage was done to JFK and what was done to Connally. Something did not add up. If they even suspected one of theirs had something to do with it, then they would've circled the wagons to protect themselves and the government. The agents in the car with Hicky would have known whether or not he fired, they may have even seen it. Oswald must not have been able to believe his luck when someone else finished the job for him. If this is what happened, I feel tremendously for the Kennedy family and George Hicky. It has to be awful to live with something like that. Fate can be a bitch sometimes.