Well folks, I had a genuinely entertaining night. Those who know me, know that Daveyyo's parents own a machine shop, so I work in the family biz. We manufacture various oilfield related equipment. About 5 last night as I was getting ready to head home, Daveyyo's dad comes in the office and asks me if I would like to accompany him to Hobbs N.M. to deliver some parts.This is about an hour long drive or 45 minutes if the bossman drives. Of course this means going also to the casino and flush my money down the commode. It probably comes in more handy as toilet paper on the reservation anyways.The problem is- J is half blind, a diabetic with sugar denial issues (he denies he eats it)and can't drive for shit.He is one of those wait until you can see a pimple on the back of someones neck before you slow down. As we come to a very abrupt stop, I hear the metal hitch on the trailer moan and creak in heavy steel distress. I think I still have truck seat clenched in between my butt cheeks.
And I gave the poker machine 200 bucks and it didn't even blow me.
I remember this time that my dad took my daughter and I to the lake(Roosevelt). I agreed to go, even though my dad is the Fishing Nazi, and there were zero showers or bathrooms. I am figuring hey, I can manage a couple of days. Oh no.... We stayed for 9 days!! And, my Boo was only 9 months at the time. I think he really enjoys seeing my suffer. Well anyways during this particular trip, Boo managed to almost grab a Gila Monster, ran out of diapers (she was free pooping) and wore a dish towel when i could wash it, fell out of the truck window(wasn't moving, hey I am not THAT negectful), and consumed about 5 pounds of live minnows (she wouldn't stay out of the bucket).She looked like the worst case welfare baby I had ever seen.We smelled like trout, and I couldn't move any extremity I had due to the second degree burns. We lived off the land, which meant a consistent diet of bass and potatoes. Every single meal....
I laugh to myself now, but at times I wonder how that man managed to rear up two (relatively) normal people. Stop laughing... I have moments of clarity.
I don't know why I thought of this this morning, but I did. Now you are stuck with these images. Enjoy ;)
This post is a more personal one. I don't usually like to talk about things that bother me. I am a bottler. Ok I said it, but what is bunching ma drawers today (and most others) is my EX- best friend. This bitch has me seeing red to the homicidal degree. Why you ask? Because she is a lazy, no good sack of skin. Well the skin might be ok, but what is in it is useless. Harsh , I know.... I usually don't hold grudges at all. I think this is a world record for me.When I read this report, My jaw dropped. How can this be? 
January 17. The Humane Society reached out to MediaTakeOut.com and asked us to put Jay Z and RocaWear On Blast! for selling jackets made from dog fur. Here is what they had to say:
Another music-to-fashion crossover artist - this time Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter, who famously rapped that he had "99 problems" - was revealed to be selling fur from a type of dog, but the fur was described as "faux." The [Humane Society] purchased a "faux fur" jacket from Jay-Z's Rocawear website, and sent it for lab testing to find out exactly what animal the fur really belonged to. The test showed that the fur was taken from raccoon dogs - a type of dog raised for fur in China. Just weeks ago, hip-hop mogul Sean "Diddy" Combs and Macy's department store pulled a Sean John brand jacket that was being advertised as faux fur, after tests commissioned by The [Humane Society] revealed the fur was actually from raccoon dogs. Diddy announced that this particular coat would be trimmed only with faux fur in the future. Jay-Z's "faux fur" - advertised coat had no fur labeling on the jacket, so consumers have no way to know that what they think is faux is actually from raccoon dogs, who may have been skinned alive.Below is a 
photo of the jacket along with a picture of a racoon dog.
Major department stores where also cited in this claim. Among those were Barney's, Neiman Marcus, Dillard's, and J.C. Penney's. The raccoon dog looks like a raccoon, but is indeed part of the canine family in Asia. These animals are skinned alive and kept in cages that are excedingly too small. What kind of sick world is this, I would like to know. Sheez... (Shakes naughty finger at computer) . Absolutetly appalling. I'm out.
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I think I have the strangest fears when I actually give it any thought. I don't fear bugs, snakes, etc... Just random weird shit.
This is my list-
*Knocking on doors
*Entering a room with a closed door
*Jello
*Turning my back to a mirror
*Pictures of frogs
*Changing my routine in ANY way. (I am anxious about something really bad happening all day if I even put my makeup on out of order)
*Looking under the bed
*Sleeping with my feet out of the covers
*Canned biscuits
*Lobbys
*Convienence stores
*Sleeping without my t.v. on
*Sea eels. I never go to the ocean, they can't hurt me, but they haunt my dreams.
So... Let me know if you guys have any random weird fears so I don't feel so alone.
oh commode you fail me again.
i tried to flush you and you grin.
for i will not flush today you say.
i want to spew poo on your rug today.
oh please, oh please comode i beg.
the plunging again i cannot stand.
glurp, says my commode in defiance.
urrgh...says i as stomp away. (clean version)
so now the days turn to weeks.
my commode and i barely converse.
i cast evil glances in it's direction.
it avoids my glaring reflection.
our love abides here no longer.
no more of your gurgling banter.
our plumber has plucked you out.
and now you are a planter.
