Really...A Chipmunk!

Well not technically. Technically it's a "Yorkie". And something that I could have gone my whole life without ever getting up close and personal with. Don't get me wrong, I am the quintessential animal lover. I do animals like kids do video games and like women do makeup, but there is a breaking point somewhere.

So the little guy you see in the pictures is Marley. He's about 8 weeks old. Pretty cute little fella, huh. I am sure you think so because he isn't crapping and peeing all over your bathroom, living room and any other places he can get his little hairy butt into.

I am trying to work with it, but it really is trying. I am not sure what idiot ever came up with the idea that dogs should be given for presents. When I do find out I'm going to give him a swift kick in the balls and make him pay for carpet cleaning.

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2008: The Year of You

Well I know that I am a little early for things like this, but I was reading the latest Men's Health and felt that I should share some good stuff with you.

Keep in mind this list is for the guys, ladies flip so that it fits you.

It was titled, "Hell, I can do that" Resolutions for 2008. (...with added words from me.)

1. Go see the musician you keep saying that you always wanted to see. That rolling stone won't keep on rolling forever. Go even if you have to go by yourself.

2. Go hands free while driving, cell phone free while in the car and from time to time leave that damn iPod behind.

3. Your constantly sick of work. Know what cures? Using your sick days. Just look at your calendar and decide. Four days equals one long weekend per season, and it's easy to survive the cubicle knowing that an escape is just weeks away.

4. Live for right now and not in some glorious past you're probably misremembering anyways.

5. Act like a grown-up when writing emails. No more emoticons and cut the LOLs, which now means "loser on line."

6. Cut down the by one beer each session. Enough said.

7. It's been too long. Enough with calling dudes "dude."

8. Root out resentment. Move on.

9. Streamline your space. A big box of Hefty bags goes for no more than $15. A shredder cost no more than $50. And a year has 52 Saturdays, so on 12 of them, excise the unproductive memories, dates manuals, and worn-out clothes.

10. Drop three compliments a day. You'll become known for not complaining all the time. People will connect with you better when the time comes. You never know what a compliment does for someone's day.

11. Traffic Exist. It's not going anywhere. Do what it takes to avoid it.

12. Take out the earbuds. Stifle the Bluetooth headset. Talk to the people who are right there with you. You just might make a connection. Networking people, networking.

13. Ask the people you know questions about themselves, you never know what you'll learn.

14. If you haven't noticed, it an election year. Vote. Lets remember that there's far more the unites us than divides us.

15. There's nothing that happens after 11:30 p.m. that can't be replied to or DVR'd the next day. Hit the pillow for some restorative sleep, then hit the ground running the next day.
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This Christmas

Hope that each and everyone of you have a happy and peaceful time "This Christmas".

Sick of This Song

At first I really love this song, but after visiting Vegas I have changed my mind.


Day Six: Missed Flight/Recovery

Well I couldn't muster up enought energy to get myself on the flight, so I cancel and opted for a later. I don't think that I would have been able to pick myself up at 4 am since we had just got in the house at 3:30. Sleep is what I needed and that's what I got.

After sleeping and lunch I finally headed for the airport. for some strange reason I wasn't ready to go. It felt like I was living something behind. I'm not quite sure what that something is because I have no real connection to the place.

After flying the whole day the only story I got out of it was seeing Dr. 90210. You know the weird one, Dr. Rey. He looks even crazier in person.

Finally a familiar sign. Home.
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Day Five: Hot Wing Challenge/ Bowling

As the vacation draws to a close the animal begins to emerge. So my last night in Vegas started off at the wing place again. They had a wing challenge that I could not pass up. The challenge was to see if you could eat twelve of their hottest wings in six minutes, without any water.

I rarely ever back down from a challenge. I didn't and neither did he, but he had nothing on me. 2:14 is how long it took me to devoure those wings. It took him twice as long. Maybe if he wasn't so busy watching me, he could have been downing wings.

The shirt and picture are the rewards. I am on the wall, baby!

We both got shirts.

The ladies. They were okay, but the guys kicked their butts.

The guys. We had a pretty awesome time there. Too bad that I sucked major ass. Usually the more beer I have the better I get, but this time I was a trainwreck. Next time I will be prepared for bowling and more beer. You only live once, you might as well do it in Vegas.
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Day Four: Hockey/Country Line Dancing

Me and Buddy at the hockey game. Beers on the way.

Two tokens, open containers and a country bar. Hell has frozen over! Somebody call Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton.

My line dancing partners. I can tush push. I always new people stole country from the Mexicans.

Somebody please tell what the hell that qoute means before I blow a gasket!
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Day Three: Home Alone/Buffalo Wings

So after riding dirty and no sleep. We crack open a few beers before going to bed and I wish Buddy's roommates parents a final farewell back to Wisconsin.

Today was one of the less exciting days for me. It seemed to be a bunch of dead air and too much time. I spent most of my time at the house watching T.V. and working out. Even on vacation I find time watch T.V and to record shows on other people's T.V. I got it like that I guess. T.V. junkie, Check! Lazy ass, Check! Snacks, hell no!

Yep, that's a little bit of boredom on my face and also a little bit of intrigue because I am watching some of my favorite shows. The blanket helps too. Smells like old people, but its comfortable and cozy.

Other things that I manange to get myself into while sitting at the house waiting for everyone to get off work. Top Ramen. I think that its been five years since I have put Top Tamen into my body. The days of eight month deployments are over and so are Top Ramen. I really didn't have a choice. It was either Top Ramen or Lean Pockets. And to top all of it off I drank regular soda. Bad, Ace. I was working out everyday so it doesn't count.

The picture below is of me and Buddy on our way to a place called, Buffalo Wild Wings. He got off work around midnight. Overtime is a bitch.It's a place were you can pretty much get wings in whatever flavor you want. The flavors go from tasty to "Oh my God, my ass is on fire! I swear to you, I'm not kidding at all. We ended up meeting a couple of his friends there for more beers and a couple of margaritas.

The damage and aftershock, which included a heaping of ketchup on my wings.

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Day Two: Gun Range/Friends/Riding Dirty

*** This one is for you Monica. From "milk" to "dark" chocolate.***

Well yesterday was an interesting day. It was filled with a lot of stuff to do and what seemed like not enough time to do it in.

Lets us first start off by saying that being black is a lot different than being another race. When I say different I mean this in the most respectful way. I was brought up to do certain things that most people never ever have to do in their life. I was raised to iron my clothes everyday. From T-shirts to jeans. Everything gets pressed. I was raised to wash my ass. Meaning to get every nook and cranny possible. Stay in the shower as long as it takes. Five minutes is not a good clean-up job. Spring clean everyday and if there is enough time Summer clean. Meaning everyday you must dust, vacuum, mop, wash dishes and so on and on. Always say "Please", "Thank You", "Excuse Me", "Yes Ma'am or Sir" and "Kiss my black ass!" I know I got a laugh out of you there. Even though I am out of the house, I still do all these things. I have learned to control myself when I am at someone else's house, so that I don't make others feel uncomfortable about there surroundings. With that said lets get on with day two of Vegas.

"Lets go, Princess!"

That's what I heard once I got out of the shower. It was my buddies (Let's call him Buddy) roommate. He was repeating it. Telling me that it was taking me too long in the shower. I didn't think that I had even been there that long. Excuse me if I have to wash my ass here and there, but I ain't leaving the house without doing so. I sweat like crazy during the night. A shower is a must. I finish as fast I can and down stairs and get ready to the gun range. I wasn't really feeling the gun range, but I was all about doing stuff that I don't normally do.

I guess God was reading my mind and I am glad that he was. Buddy brought it to everyone's attention that if we went we would be coming back during rush our and it wouldn't be fun to be stuck in traffic.


To the grocery store to pick up beer, baby!

Home cooked meal and more friends.

Power nap and off to ride dirty.
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Day One: Extended

So the first day in Vegas was pretty mellow. I didn't get to cause too much damage. I spent the first couple of hours after I touched down taking a nap.

It was off to my buddies mom's house for my first home cook meal in ages. I have to tell you its been a long time since I cleaned a plate(Spaghetti was on the menu.). While there we watched a movie, Rescue Dawn. Not to self and everyone else, never try to watch a movie after a home cooked meal. It just doesn't work. So as you guessed I went back to sleep. For those of you who don't know me, I have a tendency to fall asleep without warning. After my brief nap we went back to my buddies place. His roommates parents were also in town.

After giving them a little conversation and a QT, my buddy, his roommate and I were off to a bar were we stayed until about six in the morning. Many Coronas, Amstel Light, Bud Light and Rum and Coke were drank over pool and shuffle board.

I spent the night listening to his friends ramble on about their jobs and the people that they come in contact with.

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Day One: Arrival

I have finally arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada.

I am ready to hit the ground running. I have no clue what is in store for me but I know there will be no gambling and no hookers. At least that's what the plan is, but as we all know, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!".

I will try to update you the best I can of what happens to me on the trip.
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In Transition

I am in transition from Seattle, Washington to Salt Lake City, Utah with a final destination in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am tired, cranky and hungry, but I am too cheap to buy anything from the airport concessions. So I am pushing on and killing time by updating my blog through my cell phone.
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Well I...

am leaving for a week to Veags folks. See you when I get back!
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Beef Stew

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Me and the Fags

This one's for you know who...

This what happens when me and the "fags" (Duck and Micheal Jackson) get together and go shopping. The world better watch out we are taking over!
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Happy Thanksgiving!

The first Thanksgiving, painting by Jean Louis Gerome Ferris

Just thought that I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I hope that everyone has found something to be thankful for this year.

Dog Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

Read with caution!

Definitions of "dog shit".

1.Fecal excrement left by a dog.
2.The actual matter that is exited through a dogs asshole.
3.Something that pisses me the fuck off.

I know all of you are wondering, "What the hell is he talking about?". I assure you I have a point and I also have a swift kick in the ass for someone. The only problem...I have no clue who deserves the swift kick the dog or the dude downstairs. My vote goes for the dude downstairs!

As I was bringing the dog back inside from our morning potty break and walk, I step in dog shit. Not chihuahua dog shit, but Labrador dog shit. A huge pile of it. So much it takes me on a walk through the wilderness to get it off. It's all over my @%#^ing flip flops.

***Anger begins to fill the room as I start to think about the dog shit all over again.***

I want to march down stairs and punch the guy directly in his face for leaving his dog shit in harms way. I can't say that I pick of my dog shit, because I don't. I do have the common courtesy to have him shit where no one has to walk. I really suggest that dude downstairs find something productive to do with his dog shit or I am going to find something productive to do with his ass.

Just thought I should share.
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First Class Petty Officer

I have finally advanced to another rank in Navy.

Somebody get the shots, because I'm getting drunk tonight.

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The things a man will do to get his grub on.

The items below cost me two hours of my life that I can never get back, but I burned a ton of calories though.

I decided that I needed to get to the grocery store to pick up a few items. Instead of driving I was going to run to the grocery store and then run back. It was a way to get what I needed and get some exercise. I was only going to pick up a few items and come back home. How hard could this journey be?

Answer: Hard as hell!

I thought that I was going to die half way there, but I really needed the bread and lettuce for my sandwich. In my mind it was only a short trip up the hill. My feet, knees, ankles, back and lungs have a different story to tell. A story that only a fool and his hunger could understand. The story of sandwich and man.

Just think what I'll do for the "Utensil".

Weekend Romp

The weekend is a part of the week lasting one or two days (four days this weekend) in which most paid workers do not work. A time for leisure and recreation. So can someone tell me why I don't feel very leisurely. I feel like I have been running a marathon.

I can't begin to tell you all the stuff that was jammed into my weekend. Just know that it was a nonstop voyage of eating, drinking, laughing, partying and the list could go on.

At least I can hold my head up high because I made it through. Sleep is on the way and I can't wait.

Things Experienced:

First stop in Crazytown...SeaTac Airport

Comedy filled night and a few crazies to go along with it.


Made a stop here to pickup someone else's relative to have a good time.

Inside Havana, a night club that 's in an alley.

Best damn fries and flavored beer!

Never pass up a chance to have Cold Stone.

Game night, Baby! Go Detroit!

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Book Hunting

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Cousin is Coming to Town!

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New Roommates

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Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, Folks.

The Dog Problem

This by far not a great movie, but it's really not that bad either. It was one of those movies I saw ans grabbed because I have seen just about every movie at the theater. I picked it because i love indie and low budget movies. I like the fact that things are kept simple.

The movie is a ..."quirky, thoroughly lightweight film that's generally elevated by several engaging performances and Scott Caan's confident, almost cocky directorial choices. Giovanni Ribisi stars as Solo, a struggling writer who - on the advice of his shrink (played by Don Cheadle) - buys a scrappy little dog in an effort to bring some meaning into his life. Caan - who also wrote the film's screenplay and has a small role as Solo's skirt-chasing friend - does a nice job of mirroring The Dog Problem's initially (and inherently) superficial vibe with exceedingly glossy visuals, and it's consequently difficult not to be drawn into this poppy and fast-paced story. Ribisi delivers an engaging, likeable performance, while co-stars Mena Suvari, Kevin Corrigan, and particularly Caan (who seems to be channeling Vince Vaughn's Swingers character) provide solid support. And though there are a few lulls in the film's narrative, The Dog Problem is - by and large - a fun and breezy piece of work (and a welcome respite from the slow-paced, heavy-handed films that generally populate a festival such as this).."

The key to the whole movie was the message behind it. The message of the movie seemed to be...find things that make you happy and work for you and go from their.
As crazy as this sounds I felt connected.

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My Drink and My "2 Step"

Setting: Halloween Party
Environment: Full of alcohol and laughter.
Reasoning: Celebrating the Devil's Holiday.
The night started off fine. I wasn't going to leave the house because I was on call for work. The plans that I had earlier had been canceled, which left my evening open and room for a couple of beers. All of a sudden my phone rings and it's one of the guys from my last ship calling toinvite me to a Halloween party. I knew it was the right thing to do because I had been blowing him off for months and months. I figured it couldn't hurt.

I showed up to lots of fanfare. For a minute I actually felt like a celebrity. "Eat your heart out Brad Pitt!" I guess that's what happens when you don't get to see everyone on a regular basis.
Costumes filled the the room. There was an Olympic swimmer, soccer player, a Clockwork Orange guy, Marilyn Monroe, Venom(You couldn't pay me to wear that costume.) and the list goes on. Some costumes were good and some should have just not even tried at all.

As the night progressed and the alcohol circulated through my blood stream, the only logical thing to do was to hit the dance floor.

Some chic at the party plugged in her IPod and the dancing was underway. I guess she had her party mix on. I guess it really bother me that her party mix was so lackluster. I made a mad dash to my car to grab my IPod, because I don't leave home without it. Obviously I had to unplug hers to get my going. I felt like Micheal Vick at a animal shelter. ******Gulp! And within seconds I was bringing Sexyback! My Ipod was a success and the floor stayed jam packed and we dance the night away for what seemed like eternity. It was actually only two hours.

I danced the night away With Vodka and Sprite, Marilyn Monroe by my side, and a mean "2 Step".

After realizing it was almost 3 AM, I decided to leave. I said my goodbyes and hit the road.
Before everyone starts barking at me. I swear I was fine when I left. I didn't feel anything. It almost seemed like I hadn't drank anything. I guess with all the dancing and moving my alcohol consumption hadn't hit me yet until I was behind the wheel. After being to the road for about 5 minutes I realized I had to get off the road. I called everyone I could, but to no one's surprise no one answer. Luckily I had a place in mind and it was the correct one.

It took a bunch of thuds on the door, a cat call and two blankets later I was sleeping like a baby.

To myself...Stupid!
To everyone who didn't answer the phone that night...Eff U!
To everyone who didn't return my call the next day to see why I called at 3Am...Double Eff U!To the person who actually answer the door thanks.
And last but not least to the person who got cat on and left me on the couch by myself...Triple Eff U! Damn cat!
Below is a picture of me in the passenger seat of me car the morning after. Thanks for drving Duck!

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Dancing with Wolves and Drunk Bitches Continued!

So its about time I finished the story, but before I do let me add a couple more things to set the mood to the story. I like to call the things that I'm about to describe as, "Symptoms of Wrong".

-We had to find a place where there wasn't going to be a cover or it
couldn't be more than $5 to get in. This doesn't seem like a big deal, but when
you are only working with $10 it is.

- We had to go the gas station so that they could get money. Not
because there was an ATM there, but so that they could get cash back. Everyone
knows that gas stations don't give cash back. No one wanted to pay the $2.50 in
fees from the ATM. Red flag, Red flag! Who in the hell doesn't have enough money
in there account to cover $2.50 in fees. This is not high school and we all
don't work at the local Deli or McDonald's.

-We had to find an ATM that gave
out $5s and $10s. As everyone knows this is a little hard to do. Most ATMs give
$20S, finding one that does is like looking for ice water in hell. I never
thought that I would say this, but I can't wait to get to hell and get me a tall
glass of ice water. Believe it or not they knew just where to go to get the
money. I should have gotten my ass out of the car at that point and walked, but
I didn't. Again I say, I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want
to cause any waves just yet.

-I would like for everyone to note that there were several more signs,
but I would like to finish this post sometime before the New

After we finally get everyone the money that they need to get into the club, we head in the direction of the club with the music still blaring and causing future hearing loss.

As we pull up to the club I notice one thing. Everyone in the club is black. I know you are thinking, "Ace, You're Black!". And I am saying to you, "I know, but I'm not Boyz-N-Da-Hood black. I am more like Wayne Brady slash Will Smith black!". I feel out of my element and uncomfortable. I'm wearing GAP and everyone is in Sean Jean, RocaWear and the list goes on. I am sticking out like a whore in church. But, I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet.

We proceed to stand in line with the rest of the people. The line doesn't seem to be moving at all. No one is coming out, which means no one is getting in. 10 minutes go by. 20 minutes go by. 30 minutes go by. 40 minutes go by and I still can't even see the entrance. About this time another one of their friends is on the way to meet us there. 45 minutes go by and the friend arrives, but stands at the end of the line. I am not sure if all of you are familiar with black people but you don't cut in line. I don't care if your sick grandmother was at the front and you needed to get up to here. You just don't do it. Nothing needs to be said you just know. Well they began talking and ask her to come to where we are standing in line and I can feel that all hell is about to break lose. Luckily she says a few words and decides to go back, but before she does she says, "I better get back to my place in line before I have to cut a bitch..."

Sorry to leave you hanging again, but it's work out time and I really gotta run.

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Dog In Heat

I am having a really average, uneventful day and the only thing that is on my mind is sex. Not sure why, but I am at work and it's not very congenial. That's all i need in my life. I can see the sexual harassment charges lining up as I remove myself from desk and start walking around the office. I do work with a bevy of middle age women. Maybe I can make someones day. Probably not but it's worth mentioning. I think it might have something to do with kimmyk's post, There Were Vagina's Everywhere, about her new job. I think learning what a speculum was aroused me and has me feeling like a "Dog In Heat".

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Dancing With Wolves and Drunk Bitches!

Let me first start off by apologizing to anyone that might be offended by the post title and I would also like to say and the same breathe "move on" if you are offended.

My Saturday was very chaotic, if I can use those words to describe it. I went on a blind date and for the first time, I actually wish that I was blind after the meet and greet. I mean come on. Before this sounds shallow I better try to reword my words right. I am in no shape or form a "Perfect Ten", but I am a "Slim Eight", a "Nine" if i am lying down...if you know what I mean.

Description of me:

-Marooned Brown Henley shirt(Monica, it's the one I wore over last weekend.)
-Beige destroyed zip-up jacket
-White K-Swiss

I am dress pretty causal because I thought it was going to be a movie night...WRONG! It's a club night and I am by no means dress to attend any club, but I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet.

For those of you who actually know me, you know that I drive a sports car. Two seats is all I need. Room for me and room for the dog. So there are four of us and unless someone wants to ride in the trunk, we have to take someone else's car. They decided to take the friends car.

Insert really old Ford Taurus. White, dirty, messy interior that is filled with everything from chicken boxes to fluffy sandals. Again, I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet. We can't be driving that far....WRONG!

We take the back roads to get from Spananway to Tacoma because the Ford Taurus doesn't go over forty-five. Ironic, huh? With the music blaring the whole way to the next destination, my head is beginning to ache because the music is so loud and unclear. It sounds like someone has punched a whole in the speakers. I am not sure if anyone else is aware of this because they are bobbing there heads and signing at the top of there lungs. Somebody stop the madness please! I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet.

I need to run back to work....

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Friday/Saturday Flag Football

I just thought I would give you guys a run down of how I spent my Friday Saturday and almost Sunday (Thank God for upsets!) day. I spent most of it playing flag football. For those of you who don't have a clue what it is let me give you a quick rundown.

Flag football is a version of football (duh!). The basic rules of the game are similar to those of the professional game, but instead of tackling players to the ground, the defensive team must remove a flag or flag belt from the ball carrier ("deflagging") to end a down. Players wear a belt with flags around the waist. Like touch football, flag football was designed in an effort to minimize injuries that playing tackle football could bring.

With that said can someone please tell me why the hell I am in so much pain. In the last two days I have almost had a concussion (i.e. picture of the week photo), pulled a hamstring and been "cleated" in the shin. The first two injuries were brutal on me. I thought that I was going to cry for a minute, but I'm a man and we hold it together dammit. The later injury got me a sincere apology. Not sure if that really made it any better but it did make me feel all tingly inside. Hey sitting on the sideline in the rain is what every guy driven by testosterone looks forward to. Thank God there wasn't any attractive women around. I would have had to tuck my head in between my legs in shame.
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I Got my Grill Did!

The title says it all. I just got my teeth cleaned and my braces updated with a new color. I thought that I would add some excitement to my teeth.

So I thought I would hip you guys to this headline that caught my eye.

English 'pull own teeth' as dental service decays!
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Barack Obama

I recently watched the Tyra Banks show. Her guest for the day was Barack Obama. People are calling him, "The Great Black Hope." Really? I am not sure if I agree with that quote. What I will say is that even with all his charismatic charm, his abundant personality and well spoken English, I am still not convinced yet.

The Associated Press has a legion of things to say about Obama. They say...

"The son of a black father from Kenya and a white mother from Kansas, Obama has blended political savvy and personal charm to take him from the streets of Harlem and Chicago to the floor of the U.S. Senate. Previously he spent seven years in the Illinois legislature."

"The junior senator from Illinois might take the country to a place it’s never been, past the baby boom, beyond race."

“Someone who could unite his party, unite black and white, who’d have the unwavering support of his own state. Do you know anyone like that?”

As an individual I am not torn. He's a black person. I am a black peron( I know that's hard to believe.), but I'll be damned if that's the only reason I give him my vote.I know where my vote will go and why, but as a black person, who is a part of a black society I am split between Clinton and Obama. I don't think that I am alone in this. Many blacks seem torn between the two. Obama would be the first black president, while the New York senator and former first lady, along with her husband, who is widely popular among blacks.

And as stupid as this sounds in my head, I have to say that I am really not even feeling Hilary Clinton. I think it's that she's married to the ex-president that makes her more appealing to me. Though Hilary is poised to to carry out the Clinton dynasty, I am sure all of you have numerous grips about the man who got his "cock sucked". I am sure you could go on for days and days, but you could possibly do that with any president for that matter.

I have but one question to ask you, "Where will you be in 2008?"

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Urban Dictionary

Urban Dictionary is a slang dictionary with your definitions. Define your world.

If you have never been to this site I suggest you take time out of you busy schedule to do so. I am not sure how to describe it, but I can tell you that you will be shocked and amazed by what you discover on this.

I would really like to say that I stumbled upon this site all by myself, but that would be a lie. SO I am sending a shout out and you know who you are.

Direct quote from the site:

I hit up Urban Dictionary for a general consensus. I'm not sure what I found could be classified as general or a consensus - but it was definitely the funniest shit I've read all weekend.

So make sure you hit the site and pass it on to as many people as you possibly can and have fun with it . It might not be the most intellectually stimulating discovery, but I am sure you will leave the site with a smile on your face.
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I've Been a Busy Man

Well it has been sometime since I posted something on here. I have been a busy man. I guess I am taking the whole social butterfly thing to another level, putting myself out there.

Stay tuned for more posts this week. I am working hard on getting them on here. Until peace and hair grease peeps
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Man Post #1

So this morning I was running through my usual blogs and kimmyk's blog caught my eye. She had a guest blogger on yesterday. He had some interesting stuff to say on her blog. So I decided to make a trip over to his blog, Slick Sumbich. His blog has to be most raunchy and foul stuff that I have read. But I have to be honest I actually enjoyed reading his most of his post.

It's always nice to read post that aren't so "PC" and "nice". Sometimes you just want to read some smutty stuff and get a kick out of it. From the pics to his wife needing to give him "desert". His blog was pretty direct. I left thinking that a man should be a man and nothing else and every now then a little desert doesn't hurt. I could be wrong, but I don't think that I am.

So today I wanted to post what I like to call my "Man Post".

So here goes... I got a couple things I need to get off my chest that people have been doing to me. I need to get the "man" in me out.

1. To all my lady friends, I don't want to date your friend. If she is single there has to be a reason why. So if I don't express some interest in your friend or family member, that means I am not interested. To keep our friendship and her feelings from being hurt, save the matchmaking for someone else.

2. I don't feel like I have to talk to every Tom, Dick or Jane when I am taking my dog out to shit. Just because we both have dogs doesn't mean we have a damn thing in common. I need to watch the shits that my dog is making to make sure that it's solid and I can't do that if you are talking to me about "Fluffy". And while I am talking about dogs. If your dog shits in a public place. Clean it up!.

3. I don't like kids. Enough said. You know who you are. There is a reason why no one wants to play with your kids because they are bad as fuck. And to keep myself from going to jail, keep them away from me.

4. Just because I am single with no kids doesn't mean that I have lots of money to throw around on myself and definitely not you. There are reasons for being single and not having kids and that's to "save money". Give me a chance to save up before I bring two or three of the little bastards into this world. Or how about slow down and stop popping them out like hot cakes. This ain't India my friend.

I guess I will save more for the next installment. I don't want to run everyone away just yet. Everyone needs a reminder every now and then that I am a man, "Here me Roar"! So this is a friendly reminder from the nice guy next door to let a man be a man.
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This was on the news this morning and I thought that I would share it with you guys. Now this is what news should be about.

2 year old calls 911
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Kanye vs 50 Cent

Just in case you haven't heard, Kanye West and 50 Cent have been in a heated competition about whose album will end up on top this week. The verdict is in, West has sold about 957,000 copies of the Graduation, according to Nielsen SoundScan figures posted by the industry Web site on Tuesday night. It was his best first-week sales ever. In comparison, 50 sold 691,000 copies of "Curtis."

I guess we all can let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully we will never have to hear 50 Cents rap again.

Take that to the "Candy Shop"!
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Forgotten Post

For some reason I made a small boo- boo and forgot to blog about this.

While at one of my co-workers BBQ during Labor Day week I ran across this very interesting dog. He is obviously some kind of terrier...not really sure, but I am sure they told when I was there. But due to the delay of me posting this I have forgotten.

I know you are wondering why I thought to post this anyways, but I assure you it will put a smile on your face once I get to the point.

The whole point of the story has to do with what the people named the dog...

"Fuzzy Slippers"

Now doesn't that just jump out at you. Who in their right my would go that far. Just imagine if the dog got lost and you had to go looking for him. Try saying the line below with a straight face. Better yet do it in public and watch what happens.

"Fuzzy Slippers. come here boy!"

If I were to see some strange person walking around yelling that: I would have them strapped down and sent off in the white van.

So the moral of this story is: Don't name your animal anything you wouldn't want to be called..."Killer"

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Updating Blog

The blog is going through some changes. Please stay tuned for the update.
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Flag Football

It's been a little over a year since I broke my finger playing flag football and I would just like to say that I made a successful return to flag football today.

I felt like a little kid all over again. I was reliving my childhood days. Running up and down the football. Going left, going right. A flag here, a flag there. Sweat our down my face and back.

I have to say after it was over I felt a since of belonging. I guess since I neglected to play high school football, this feeling had always eluded me.

Shortly after the game was over and I was scavenging through Safeway for some grub and that when it hit me.

*****back pain*****************************
**********ankle pain*********************************
*******knee pain******************************
******************groin pain***************************
*************neck pain***********************

Needless to say I needed someone to help me get the groceries out to the car and a long hot bath went a long way.

I ask that all you pray for me because the season has just began and I have a lot more games left.

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Dinner Now. Breakfast in the Morning.

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5 Questions...Answered

1-Why did you start blogging? Has your experience so far been a positive one? Explain. I feel that I have to be honest with myself and the question and not give a cookie cutter answer. Basically I started blogging because of Monica. I met her about a year and a half ago and she was so adamant about blogging, so I decided to join in too. The experience has been pretty positive. I haven't really had too much feedback or flack for anything that I put on here because only two people read

2-What kind of music filled your home growing up. Do you think it influenced you in any way? Blues. I am not quite sure if it has influenced me in anyway. I wasn't quite sure why a man was singing about drinking and women were at that age when I was listening to the music. The only thing that I knew was that it sounded good and I had no choice in the matter.

3-What do you think has been the downfall of American teens today? I don't feel that there has really been a downfall in American teens. I think that we only hear the negative things that transpire and never the positive things. For every American teen that is losing his/her mind there is an American teen finding his/her way through life.

4-(I ask this question of everyone)
Do you believe in Heaven? If so, describe your Heaven. I do believe in heaven. It's a place in the sky or the area above the earth where the "heavenly bodies" are placed. Heaven is some type of peaceful life after death related to the immortality of the soul. Heaven is generally is a place of happiness, sometimes eternal happiness. It signifying a state of "full aliveness" or wholeness.

5-Where do you see yourself in 1 year? 5 years? and 10? I haven't really put much thought into things like this in a long time. I used to always feel like I needed to do things like this when I was younger, but as I grow I don't like to put numbers and time on anything I do. When I place labels like this I sometimes end up being disappointed.
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Emergency Vet Visit

Well for the last couple of weeks Murphy has had diarrhea. This morning it was filled with blood, leaving me no choice but to take him in immediately.

While on my most recent trip to Portland I left Murphy with a co-worker of mine. Needless to say to "accidentally" got infested with fleas and parasites.

Below is what this poor judgement cost me.

Office Visit 45.50
Fecal Direct 21.00
Fecal Ova & Parasite w/centrifuge- T805 35.40
Drontal Plus Canine 22.7 mg Tab 30.25
Metronidazole 250 mg Tab 13.30
I/D Canine Can 13 oz 23.07
BioHazard Fee 4.48

Invoice Total: 173.00
Sales Tax: 5.72
Balance Due: 178.72

Leaving your dog in quality care and not being cheap by letting him stay with someone whose neighbors could give a hoot about flea control...Priceless!
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Don't Blow me Off!

Or I will be forced to act irrational, juvenile, childish, immature, and the list could go on and on.

All that I want is for someone to pick up the phone or return my phone calls.

Let me give everyone a quick rundown of what I'm talking about. Lately I have been very distant from everyone. I have been spending a lot of my time cooped up in the house and the other half of my time in Seattle. Meaning I have been neglecting my "friends" in Bremerton. Not on purpose though, but there comes a time when I need some good old fashioned adult conversation. And I frankly I am not getting that over here, so I seek it where I know I can get it.

I have been trying to reconnect myself with everyone and it's been spreading me very thin. I think on a average week I might get a total of 30 hours worth of sleep, give or take a few hours. So when I devote some time to come visit. I expect you to be there. When I call, I expect you to answer the phone or return my call. I really don't think it's that much to ask for from "friends".

Long story short I exploded this weekend a answering machine. A couple of %$^@ there and a couple of #%^&@ here.

This does not come to a shock to those of you who really know. Everyone knows that at the drop of a dime I could unravel and blow my top without warning. Everyone knows that I am a little sensitive. Hell , if there was a movie about my life I think that a woman would have to play the part as me. And I am fine with that as long as there is a hot lesbian(Insert J.Lo and Halle Berry here) sex scene it. Hey, I can dream can't I.

It has just become a repetitive thing for me. "I keep getting the damn voicemail!" It seems like everyone is interested me when I am not around, but as soon aas I give the attention that is so badly needed, they blow me off again.

I am not asking anyone to give me their first born. I am simply asking for some common courtesy. Get it. Got it. Good.
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Like Water for Chocolate

I was at home cleaning up around the house. I had my iTunes on shuffle and one of my favorite songs came on and I begin to rap it as always. I decided to actually check the lyrics to make sure that all these years I had been rapping the correct words.

I've been rapping this song for years now. I always know the meaning of the song and what the rapper was trying to get across, but when you actually see the words on paper they seem to have a higher meaning.

So I did learn that I had some of the words incorrect and that I had been screwing up the chorus for years.

So if this song holds up, I would just like to know where is this lady that he talks about because I would love to meet her.

Artist: Common
Album: Like Water For Chocolate
Song: The Light

Doo-doo-doo, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm..
Doo-doo-d-doo, diggy-doo YO..

I never knew a luh, luh-luh, a love like this
Gotta be somethin for me to write this
Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute
Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it
Signed sealed delivered for us to grow together
Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever
I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you
I ain't gon' assault em cause I probably did it too
Because of you, feelings I handle with care
Some niggaz recognize the light but they can't handle the glare
You know I ain't the type to walk around with matchin shirts
If relationship is effort I will match your work
I wanna be the one to make you happiest, it hurts you the most
They say the end is near, it's important that we close..
.. to the most, high
Regardless of what happen on him let's rely

There are times.. when you'll need someone..
I will be by your side..
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

Yo, yo, check it
It's important, we communicate
and tune the fate of this union, to the right pitch
I never call you my bitch or even my boo
There's so much in a name and so much more in you
Few understand the union of woman and man
And sex and a tingle is where they assume that it land
But that's fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
If heaven had a height, you would be that tall
Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all
Let's stick to understandin and we won't fall
For better or worse times, I hope to me you call
So I pray everyday more than anything
friends will stay as we begin to lay
this foundation for a family - love ain't simple
Why can't it be anything worth having you work at annually
Granted we known each other for some time
It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine

There are times.. when you'll need someone..
I will be by your side, oh darling
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

Yeah.. yo, yo, check it
It's kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop
and I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop
Plus you ship hop when it's time to, thinkin you fresh
Suggestin beats I should rhyme to
At times when I'm lost I try to find you
You know to give me space when it's time to
My heart's dictionary defines you, it's love and happiness
Truthfully it's hard tryin to practice abstinence
The time we committed love it was real good
Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good
I know the sex ain't gon' keep you, but as my equal
it's how I must treat you
As my reflection in light I'ma lead you
And whatever's right, I'ma feed you
Digga-da, digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da
Yo I tell you the rest when I see you, peace

There are times.. when you'll need someone..
I will be by your side..
There is a light, that shines,
special for you, and me..

(I'll) take my chances.. before they pass..
.. pass me by, oh darling..
You need to look at the other side..
You'll agree..
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Pre-Labor Day

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Gone Bye-Bye

Thank God! The house guest from hell has left the building. Now my house is a home and it can get back to the way it was.

Things that I don't have to worry about anymore:

1. Sharing my bar soap. (Shower gel is one thing, but bar soap. "Come on people!)
2. No more having to force myself to talk.

3. No more finding "Little Debbie" snack cake wrappers under and around my computer.

4. Smells of "Musk" in the air.

5. Screaming at my dog to sit. (Maybe the dog felt the same way as I did.)

The list could go on and on, but I will spare everyone. Just know that I have learned my lesson and this was the FINAL time.

If you see this person, stay away!
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