A little something
Well I just read a email from my "sissypants" and it makes me think about how fortunate I have been this past year. I am totally content for the first time since I don't know when. If I had to pick one thing I could change it would be the piles of money that I do not have laying around. That being said, and all other things considered life is pretty great. I could never have imagined things working out as they have. It seems that after many misdelt hands, I have the perfect hand. I am in love and no hip waders will keep me out of it, because I'm in it deep baby! Being together has proven to be very therapeutic. In other words, it keeps little voices in my head silent. Now don't get me wrong from time to time they scream loud enough for me to hear them. Things with "D" and "S" are very good as well. As for Connor my boy, each day that goes by he makes me more proud than the last. I don't know what more to say other than, life is good.
I've hung out with "G" a bit these past couple weekends and it has been like old times. I never fully realized how much I've missed his unique take on things. We share many stories together, a history if you will. Things for him are going well too, and it's great to see. Just a few years ago he was on hard times, and now it looks as if the sky is the limit for him and his family. If I had a glass of the wine he bought for us for Christmas, I would raise it and toast to the lot of them for nothing less than the best.
At the urging of G I will share this story...
It was many moons ago, but not so many that I do not remember. "I know this guy" who was out and about one evening with some friends and a love interest. They all made their way to a local watering hole for some adult beverages. One drink led to two and two led to shots of Black Zambooka, Firewater, and others. Well before you knew it and as George Therogood says, "the clock on the wall says last call for alcohol". So they all finished up and went on their ways. On the way home "this guy I know" was pulled over by your friendly local law enforcement agent, a.k.a the police. You see speeding was not the game to play while so tipsy. After being approached and asked if he knew the reason for being pulled over and after answering no "the man" says you were doing 73mph in a 45mph zone. Being clocked at 73 in a 45 makes Rossco curious. After some minor questioning (questions such as "have you been drinking" and answering "I had a few") it was decided that "this guy" get out of the vehicle and follow him to the rear of it. There it was passed along that a field sobriety test would be done. I tell you "this guy" did well on 2 of the 3 tests, but when it came to walking the line man 'o' man was there struggles. It was at that time the officers decided to do a breathalizer. Being so willing to cooperate "the guy" took a deep breath than exhaled, then proceeded to blow into the machine. Reading: .097. At the time the legal limit was .10 now the limit is .080 I believe. Lessons learned? #1. Do not drive drunk. No matter how sober you may think you are, you're not. #2. Always take a deep breath prior to taking a breathalizer.
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it, cuz I got no reason to lie yea..." ~Ozzy Osbourne
Later.
I've hung out with "G" a bit these past couple weekends and it has been like old times. I never fully realized how much I've missed his unique take on things. We share many stories together, a history if you will. Things for him are going well too, and it's great to see. Just a few years ago he was on hard times, and now it looks as if the sky is the limit for him and his family. If I had a glass of the wine he bought for us for Christmas, I would raise it and toast to the lot of them for nothing less than the best.
At the urging of G I will share this story...
It was many moons ago, but not so many that I do not remember. "I know this guy" who was out and about one evening with some friends and a love interest. They all made their way to a local watering hole for some adult beverages. One drink led to two and two led to shots of Black Zambooka, Firewater, and others. Well before you knew it and as George Therogood says, "the clock on the wall says last call for alcohol". So they all finished up and went on their ways. On the way home "this guy I know" was pulled over by your friendly local law enforcement agent, a.k.a the police. You see speeding was not the game to play while so tipsy. After being approached and asked if he knew the reason for being pulled over and after answering no "the man" says you were doing 73mph in a 45mph zone. Being clocked at 73 in a 45 makes Rossco curious. After some minor questioning (questions such as "have you been drinking" and answering "I had a few") it was decided that "this guy" get out of the vehicle and follow him to the rear of it. There it was passed along that a field sobriety test would be done. I tell you "this guy" did well on 2 of the 3 tests, but when it came to walking the line man 'o' man was there struggles. It was at that time the officers decided to do a breathalizer. Being so willing to cooperate "the guy" took a deep breath than exhaled, then proceeded to blow into the machine. Reading: .097. At the time the legal limit was .10 now the limit is .080 I believe. Lessons learned? #1. Do not drive drunk. No matter how sober you may think you are, you're not. #2. Always take a deep breath prior to taking a breathalizer.
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it, cuz I got no reason to lie yea..." ~Ozzy Osbourne
Later.
posted by JW at
11:26 PM
1 Comments:
I feel pretty fortunate myself. I got the sweetest guy in the world sleeping next to me every night.
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