Saturday, November 24, 2007


So apparently I've been tagged? I cant honestly say i know what exactly this means, except that im supposed to do something on here... which i guess gives me a reason to update. Personally I always thought tag was a game you played at the park, but I guess this is the way the hip young 'dudes' and 'chicks' do things these days... cant say I approve. Punching someone in the back, yelling 'TAG!! YOUR IT!' and then running for your life is my idea of fun... oh well. Here goes nothing:

Number The First

It is 4-fucking-am. And Im blogging.... I know, I know, you dont need to say it, we both know it. But this is just the way my body does things. Weekdays it doesnt matter if I sleep 15 hours a night, I will not want to get up when its time. Yes, my brain always wakes me up exactly on time and never late, and I have never once in my life needed an alarm clock, but my body refuses to want to listen and leave the bed. Weekends? I am wide awake at 3 in the morning with absolutely no bloody way that my brain will turn off again. So here I am.

Number The Second

My Nonna is on her death bed. And I have not visited her. You can call me selfish, and you would be right. But for the life of me I cannot stand to see a loved one in their dying days. They never look or act the same. And its tragic because it will be that way that I remember them. Sure I will remember all the memories with them, but their state in their last days will be emblazoned in my head forever.
Ciao Nonna, ti ricordaro per sempre.

Number The Third

I did not go camping a single time this year for the first time that I conciously know of in my entire life. And it hurts because camping is my life. Looking back on the past year now I can pretty much tell you the reason was always work. I had to go in make sure we were still on schedule, things were done properly and such. Well bonehead that I am, I forgot that work isnt everything. I was so consumed with having to have my first job as a lone foreman go perfectly, I completely ignored the fact theres life outside of work. As a result I have made a vow to myself that next year will be my greatest camping year ever. Every long weekend from April through to September and weather-permitting October, will be a forray into new and old adventures in the greatest mountains in the world. Your all invited.

Number The Fourth

I spend way, way, way, way ,way............................... way, way, WAY too much money on useless shit. My parents have tried telling me this forever, and my reply was always 'its ok, I know what Im doing.' Well fuck me with a rusty chainsaw. When I crunched some rough numbers the other day I was absolutely stunned. I should have no problem saving thousands of dollars. The scary part is how easily I find a way to spend my money. DVD's, CD's, lunches, dinners, beer, pubs, candy, The Total Gym, clothes etc etc. The list goes on and on, and is quite literally retarded. Theres no way I need to be spending a quarter as much as I do. And so its time I grow the fuck up. No more spending on useless shit. I become thrifty as of yesterday. Its time to pay off my mortgage faster than what the bank tells me.

Number The Fifth

Am I done yet? How many of these little facto-ma-toids do I have to write? My wrist is cramping, my fingers getting sore from hitting all these keys. I havent written this much ever. Blargh.

Number The Sixth

I love you. With all my heart. I know I dont say it out loud enough. And my actions in public are usually more to the effect of you 'come here you little runt, Im gonna give you a noogee.' But I love you. And I know you know it. We talked about it last night at dinner. We both know it from eachother in little subtle ways, and you know what? It works for us. If it didnt we would know how to fix it together. I cant wait for what the future holds for us.
I Love you.

Number The Seventh

I hate Christmas. I hate everything it has become associated with. The presents. The over the top spending. The eating too much, the drinking too much. The commercialization of a RELIGIOUS HOLIDAY. Am I off my fucking rocker or have I just become the grinch with a heart 2 sizes too small? No. Its not me. Its everybody else. We have been brainwashed by corporate bastards who want us to believe that we HAVE to spend on others for Christmas to be Christmas. WRONG!!! Yes it is nice to give presents to loved ones. But why do we need to go to extravagant lengths like we do? Does one present each for a few of the most important people in our lives not suffice? To go to such ends as stress, emotional break down and suffering, bankruptcy for fucks sake. All for a holiday that has lost its true meaning. This year I plan on giving one gift to one person because they mean the world to me. Thats it. The rest of you can expect a 'Merry Christmas' accompanied by either a heartfelt hug or well wishing hand shake. And know that it means more than any overpriced cell phone, tv, dvd player, computer ever could coming from me. I will go to church on Christmas, and try to remember and connect with the true meaning of Christs birth. The rest of you can do as you want. Fall into the trap money- hungry and power mad business men and women have set for you, its your choice. Just remember what it all really means.

Ok Im pretty sure thats it. And if it isnt oh well sue me, I highly doubt more than 2 people will actually bother having read this far. And if in fact you have well then I going to tag:

  • Monday, November 12, 2007

    November 11, 2007

    Best birthday ever


    Saturday, November 10, 2007

    What If?



    What.......................... If.......................


    what if?

    ¿WhAt If ?

    I dont know how else to ask it.

    Or how to make it go away.

    Two words.

    Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over......

    They have lost all meaning.

    Yet they mean the world and more.

    The answer they seek, never to be found.

    A secret that fate will lock up and hide from all prying eyes.

    So I am left to keep asking....

    What If?