Just ramblings

So who else out there is tired of gas prices? I know I am. I was listening to the radio tonight and they mentioned all the other high gas prices world wide. Then, they went on to list Middle East gas prices. The prices went from 83 all the way down to 12 cents a gallon. Now, how in the fuck does that work? If it were a level playing field shouldn't there be a bit more resemblance in gas prices? Ah, but the field is not level and I believe the home team is growing tired of having the visitors on their field. In translation: Admit you fucked up, and bring everyone home you arrogant son of a bitch. I have a feeling this will be a time in history my son will ask me about. I'm am so surprise someone hasn't taken matters into their own hands. I know not "one" person can do it. Everyone has to. I have a hard time believing that more people are content with gas than not. "Oh, it cost me $50 to fill my tank *yawn*." Now when I gas up I started cursing at $30. Started grimacing and pinching pennies at $40. At $50? First, I will never put more than $40 in my tank for the simple fact I can not afford to. Secondly, if I did find myself putting a fifty in my tank I sure as hell would curse out lout at the pump. "Somethings wrong with the world today, God knows what it is" ~ Aerosmith. I know what is. Someone out there thinks they'll die if they don't make that money. I propose a toast. Here's to your money fellas, I hope you choke on it until you fucking die. And here's to me, may I have enough gas to get back and forth to work this week.

No Ozzy in Pittsburgh. Ozzy will be in NJ After 9 years of going to Post Gazette Pavillion at Starlake in Pittsburgh I must move on. The highlight of my Ozzfest experience is seeing Ozzy rap it up. Close the show. Kick your ass one more time! Ozzfest'06 will be seen by my eyes in NJ. See you there!

The wheels of time roll on and I find the most apparent example of the miles in my son. He's got his little butt mobile now. I call his crawling baby crawling, like baby steps. He's doing it, and you can tell he's just starting. I'm sure by the end of May he'll be quite the trouble maker. He's already started. "Connor, don't touch the cord." Rinse, repeat, add a smack to the hand. That's how life is with a little baby boy on the floor. Not to change the subject too much, my son means the world to me. I want the best life for him and I will do whatever I must to see that he gets it.

Yes, I still search for the daylight. This working nights is just so "over" now. My desire is gone. I have no ambition here. That's because there's nothing to look forward to. No room for advancement, .25 cent raises no matter if I bust my ass or sit on it. I can not wait until I walk out that door for the final time. Whether it be tomorrow or a year from now. I will be grateful to end my tenure here. And I'm sure, I will not be missed.

Do storks migrate? I thought I saw one flying overhead...

I have to admit that the first paragraph kicked my ass. I feel pretty drained right now. Before I go, Julie I want to tell you something. My love, you are the force that sets me in motion. You start it all. I love Connor with all my heart. When he is grown and living the life that he chooses I will still be at home, loving you.

Later.

I love you Julie

What's in your egg?

The bunny hops in,
the baskets are empty.
The bunny hops out,
the baskets are full of candy.
Damn you bunny!

Just kidding about that last line. Belated Happy Easter everyone. It was by far, the most enjoyable Easter I have ever had. First of all the weekend was a day longer which means a extra night of sleeping by the one I love. I can not tell you how wonderful it feel to be able to open my eyes when the night has come and see my "sissypants" laying there. Anyways, Easter is Julie's holiday. She wanted to prepare a feast for the masses, which is exactly what happened. Both sets of folks were there along with my two uncle's Rick & Frank and of course the 5 of us. I have written about Frank before and will do so a little later on. Everything was good. Shout outs to the moms for bringing baked corn (my mom, and long time favorite of mine) and chocolate pudding pies (J's mom and oh so good). Lets just say I felt like a stuffed turkey when I was done. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. Which I did do around 4.

So my Uncle Frank is a little bit "different". I couldn't really tell you what or why, I just know he is the way he is and has always been that way. The last few times I've seen him he's been carrying a notebook around. I remember asking him what was in the notebook and he said he was just writing. Then come today and somehow the notebook was brought up again. I may have asked, I don't remember. Anyway he kind of spaced out and went on this rant about the stuff inside being all doom and gloomy. So some time passes and we end up outside together and he read something out of it. I would call it a poem. He would not, because it didn't have any kind of form. My poetry doesn't have a form either. I noticed a couple things when he was reading. The fist thing I noticed was he didn't have many scribble marks. Like he got everything down right the first time. The second thing I noticed was that he is deeply troubled. In lots of pain. Society and government is really on his mind a lot for all they don't do. I felt pretty special that he chose to share with me and Julie. I learned a long time ago a pen and paper can do a lot for a persons mind.

After my nap I woke up with a head ach, which quickly subsided with the aid of some pills. I spent some time with Julie, Connor and Shaina. Drew spent the night next door. Around 8:30 I had to fulfill what I wrote on an Easter egg for Julie. That being, I had a surprise for her. You see I took this plastic Easter egg and painted it black. Why? I like black! Then I painted a heart on it. I did all this earlier in the day. I went out and placed something I bought about a month ago in it. "It" being an engagement ring. I went out and watched her as she opened it. I placed the ring on her finger and asked the question I once thought I would not get the opportunity to ask. As luck would have it, she accepted. She even got teary eyed which melted my heart. For many reasons I thought I would never find myself in this situation again. I confess to all of you, the situation is not the same.

Later.

I love you Julie.

The mailbox is yellow.

Yes that's right friends, and it also has bees! So it was such a nice day outside today "sissypants" and myself painted our rusty, neglected mailbox. Our house is kind of weird. It's two house that are joined together. Our house is yellow, the other is blue, both mailboxes were rusty. So I have wanted to paint our mailbox for awhile for a couple different reasons. #1 It looks like shit #2 Yellow house-yellow mailbox, I thought it would be a good identifier other than the house numbers. There are no numbers on the houses. So we painted it up. I did some work to the box. Removed some old labels and did some rust removal. Primed it and spray bombed it yellow. Turned out pretty good except for a little run on the door. Sissypants did fine detailing, as I lack a nack for that sort of thing. She painted some bees on the sides and doors. She also painted the flag (the jobber you raise when you have mail to be picked up) nicely too. Once she was done with all that I put a couple coats of clear coat on it and WA-LA nice shiny mailbox.

I had a great day today. Julie and I went for a walk with Connor and Kida (our pooch). Shaina's dad finally stopped by to spend some time with his daughter. Drew and his friend hung out most the day playing GTA:VC. I tell you on nice days like today I would much rather be outside. Eventually the boys came out and we played catch for a little while. Eventually their "boyish" behavior turned me off of it and Julie and I took Connor to the house and began to work on the already mentioned mailbox.

All this happened in part because Julie's brother didn't show up. You see Shaina's birthday was Friday and we had a party Saturday. Let me tell you, a small house is not the place for a large party. People were there I didn't know, people there that I did expect, and the best of all people there I didn't want there. My friend Jamie and his wife Rachel and their kids were there. Nice right? Well Jamie took off to go fishing after about 5 minutes. I can't say I blame him. He made sure to rub in the fact that he may be getting stung by one of those buzzing bees along the way. Not enough chairs for all the asses. No major drama. I was not comfortable what so ever. I felt like I was being invaded and there was nothing I could do about it. Just think, that's how life really use to be...

Baseball season in full swing Monday.

We have some running around in the morning to do. Time to take back this worthless punching bag. Up next? A weight bench perhaps!

I'm glad I took sometime to update this tonight. I rather enjoy it.

Later.

I love you Julie.