goooooooooooooooooood sunday morning, trying to figure out what me and the fam are doing, i see gattis in the picture. be a good day to stop by me mahs, i'd like to have a bigger budget. DAMN YOU L! ;) last night i watched 21 jump street, pretty frikin funny. jonah hill got puked on again, (never gets old). i know blockbuster sucked and i rarely went there, but it sure would be convenient now. the closest movie store is like 15 miles away. NOT HAPPENING! SOON AS THAT BABY WAKES UP IM OUT! SO IM OUT!!

a saturday alone. it all sounded great until it happened. i realized my video games suck, and i woke up this morning with the worst headache of my life. i couldn't open my right eye for the 1st hour i was awake. went to acadamy and picked up a swing for L that i am not smart enough to figure out, also got a couple of shirts. the more that i write this tonight the more i am boring the shit out of myself. The candlepark stars put out a new album today and it's pretty amazing. goodmotherfuckingnight.

It's been a few since my last post. i've been to chicago, iowa, and all around texas since then. it's not that i haven't had the time, i just don't have shit to write about. Little L is about to be 9 months in about a week. i was looking at her newborn pics and i got a little watery in the eye region. she's really been incredible and i can't believe how big and smart she is. The trip was good, not even a month ago, it seems so long ago its hard to remember. (my fat fingers are fucking with me really bad right now). I will say that the Chicago PD are a bunch of FUCKHEADS. Not that i had a run in or anything, they are just FUCKHEADS. I did go to a bar in chitown 2 nights in a row sporting my Packers hat. Work just sucks more and more everyday and I am now content knowing I need a job for now, and hopefully in 3-4 more years i can switch everyyhing over to my personal business. The transition just really sucks. I also ate way to much fucking brisket yesterday on the 4th. If I don't write again before the 10th, which i probobly won't. I'd like to wish my dad a happy birthday. I think he would have really loved to see his little grand daughter L.

i give you anything

petty petty petty... wounds will heal... it feels like i am pulling bricks with these heavy chains. i don't know what this burden i carry is, but i know that it sux. my heart is feeling heavier and heavier these days, and im honestly not sure why.
i'm sure that this will pass, it always does. night me.

A mirthful experience

all is well this evening, i must say i have no complaints. my daughter is slowly taking the anger out of me more and more everyday. i still get upset at work daily, the difference now is that i know that all i have to do is make it through the day. so that i can come home and squeeze the little monkey. one of the things that i said that i would never do when i became a parent was drift away from my friendships. obviously i have nothing against any of my friends, but life changed. i work to pay the bills, and i live for my family. having a child makes me respect my mother more than ever, how she did it with three im not sure. as an adult all i do is complain about how my mother and father never gave me shit growing up. my dad worked as an electrician and many other things. a very trendy fella with the newest shoes and clothing brands you could think of. dressing to impress those that he cared about the least. however beings how my dad made decent money and never bought me shit seems to have fogged my memory of the great sacrifices that my mom made for all of us. she worked for 3 dollars an hour in the 80s which i would say close to 100% went to her kids. she had a teal sweat shirt with the sleeves cut at the elbows that she wore 3-4 times a week. my mother was beaten every other week or so, but hid it so well that no one knew how serious that the bruises were. skip to the next decade, she left my dad when i turned 15 because my dad kicked me out of the house. at this time she was working at a department store making somewhere in the range of 10-12 dollars an hour. spending 600 dollars on rent and getting a credit card with an insane limit, she maxed it out buying me name brand clothes, nike shoes and a generous weekly allowance so that i could hang out with my normal friends and the normal families living the normal lifestyle she so badly wanted me to have. my mom went through a rough patch and never seemed to get out of the funk which i can't get into today due to the nature of this blog. but the point is that over the years i came to forget the things she did for me and my siblings and i tend to forget that she's the reason that i am alive. people sometimes ask me why i turned out so well after going through the things i went through growing up and i always take the credit, well it's time to set the record straight. basically my mom did it the best that she could, and ultimately she's the reason. i can be a fucked up person at times, but to balance things out i think that i got the best of my mothers attributes, and that is why i am who i am today. i hope that i will be as good of a dad as my mother was my mom.

SIGUR MOTHA FUCKIN ROS

so it's sigur ros on repeat on the old i-pod. really it's an i-pod classic from like 2007 i think, this mother fuckers been through it all. this music is helping my mind relax and is seriously bringing peace into my life, it has fucking been life changing!! get it? get it? fuck im retarded.
so less than 3 months until i become a dad. Happy, nervous, terrified, excited, fucking stoked and all that jazz.

rules:
cussing will be allowed by little slips here and there, shit, damn, etc..
No cunt bombs in front of the kid
toilet humor.. that ones up for debate
supportive of anything she wants to do except being a bears or cubs but mostly bears fan
bleed green
tattoos are not acceptable unless it's of aaron rodgers or john kuhn
ear piercings at a young age is undecided
more coming soon...

Million Miles an Hour

now that i've been to slc, i must say that i really liked it. great pubs, good shopping, beautiful views, to bad the mormons had to fuck it up. for those who are wanting to become filthy rich build a church or temple. the money will come in i promise.
i have an interview this weekend, and this blog is being forced tonight im out.