Social Friendships…

I was looking at my Facebook and saw that my “Friends” list just grew to 42 waiting for approval. Why in the hell do I have 42 requests? These are the ones that are saying that they knew me and we hung out, well I am sorry, if I knew we were friends from school or work why it took 10 to 20 years to find me. I have not considered you as a friend because I did not find the time or desire to look for you. I will give you an example of what I mean; one of my requests is my daughter’s cousin. Why in the world do I want to see or know who you are “messing with” this week or the next party that your going to. All I am finding out is that you are planning to get drunk and drive all the way to San Antonio (86 miles) to pick up my daughter so she can party with them. By the grace of God if you do not kill any one or yourself just to get here what makes her think I am going to let my daughter into the car with them? Another friend of friends has like over 1200 people on there list. I am beginning to wonder if we are all on some kind of popularity contest, to see who has the most friends, follower or viewers. Having a higher number count, does it make us feel better about ourselves, gives us this sense of being wanted and needed? Does it keep us at home in front of the computer instead of going out and actually meeting real people? I have always though of a friend as being some one who is there for you. Someone you can call at any time of the day, to laugh with, to vent to, and to use their shoulder to cry on. A friend that will be there to catch you when you fall and be there to help pick you up, a friend is someone who will steer you clear of danger and call you on stupid stuff that you do. I don’t know call me old fashion if you will but looks like all these see these days are people calling them selves your friends but condoning all kinds of things. They see something that is not right and they shut their mouths about it and looking the other way. We are calling them our friends? I have told someone this I and I still find it true for myself; I would rather loose a friend to save them than to save a friendship and have them lost. I think all of the social sites should have two sections; one for friends and the other acquaintances, but again it’s just me thinking too much. I am going to go clean up my Social network accounts now.

Playing with Poop, yes again....

OK, i got doused with splatters of black liquidized substance that i don't even want to mention yesterday. I embarrassed myself by the stench of a battle between myself and sewer pipes when i entered the Home Depot to return the damn snake and paying $50.00.  Now i got a call from my daughter that I have to go rent it again because the water from her shower is running out of the toilet into the rest of the house again. Are you freaking kidding me???!!!! I tested-ed it, I ran the snake the entire 75 feet that lead into the main sewer line three times. I even took a long shower last night. Well turns out that the three women that lives in my home are actually descendants from Sasquatch. Hairy beast that thought to be a myth. Well they actually live here, they shave all the hair from their bodies to blend into this community. Thinking they have hidden their traces of their existence down into the drain. Well I have discovered their secrets. I will retrieve the evidence and turn it over to the FBI for their permanent removal from my home. This way my pipes can flow free again and I can finally clean my tennis shoes so i can tackle the grass tomorrow. 

Playing with Poop... Yes Poop!!!

Right Now I miss the apartment life so much. Life was much easier then, you never have to worry about cutting the grass, fixing leaking faucets or fallen closed door hinges. All you have to do is call the maintenance man and "bamb"! he comes over and fixes everything. I used to in good with all he maintenance people in the various apartments that I have lived in. I would invite them to stay over for awhile for a bite to eat or offer a glass of ice tea while they are working on my broken stuff. It did not matter how dirty they were or how smelly they happened to be. I was in good with them because the times when I would come home in the wee hours of the morning drunk and stupid, well I needed them to open my apartment because I lost my key somewhere. "No charge", then I would offer them a beer or food for waking them up so late. So as a side note take care of these guys because you will never know when you need them. OK, back to the story, I missed the carefree life that apartments had to offer. A swimming pool, covered parking, a gym, bar-b-que areas, anything that you may need you can get. Well I bought a house now, no one told me that buying a house come with fixing leaking roofs, out dated wiring that is no longer up to code, water heaters that needs to be replaced and the famous AC unit failure. Some times I want to go back to the Realtor that sold me the house and punch him in the face for not telling me that I will not have a maintenance man any longer. That major items in the home are very expensive to fix and replace, not to mention the greedy little bastards up the street wants 35 dollars to mow only the front yard.Yes they tell me, but owning a home is an investment, a satisfaction of have a place to call your very own, to be able to add or change anything in the house that you wish to do. Yea but they do not tell you that the investment is only after 20 years, satisfaction of owning all the problems in the house, and adding or changing anything? Well that is because everything breaks down and you have to add or change stuff out. So now my new venture is pluming problems. Turns out that I have not only one busted pipe but three sections that are broken, two of which are under the house, (under a cement slab). So I have to rent a 75 foot "snake" about every three to four months to clear out the lines because of some genius designed the house that is almost level to the freaking sewer pipes. So ever so often I get to play with poop! I do not have a regular clean out vent, no that would have been a smart thing to do, instead I have to rent a small cable snake to go though the kitchen clean out. Either that or climb up on the roof with the larger one and go down the vent but that take two people to do and I can not pay my son any amount of money to help me after the last experience that he had helping me. So I save and dish out 48 dollars every couple of months and go play with the poop. Then go out later to replace the shirt, shorts  and socks that are fully decorated in black speckled pattern, practically hose myself down before I am even allowed inside to take a shower. Do I get any thanks for being covered in all their contributions that made me so fashionable? No I get dirty looks, sneers and all kinds of remarks. So while I am cleaning the only pair of tennis shoes that I own, I told them wait till I am gone then who will do it? There response is, "We are going to pay someone to do it when your gone, with your money!" I am going to go look for that old Realtor and have a little talk with him, then I am going to punch him. 

In a hurry...

Everyone is tell me to get off here so we can go pick up something to eat... Then when i am ready, they need to put on makeup, shoes and get other things they need?????

My food craving is getting bad....

I am sitting here at work with out a car since my daughter needed it. Well my stomach is growling since i have now way of going to get lunch and I did not plan accordingly. My cravings start to go wild, what do I want to eat, I am getting hunger pains just thinking of food. then it hits me; Barbacoa,with a can of Big Red. Yea a favorite of mine and a favorite of South Texas. Everyone here in San Antonio just loves this, and for those people who have never heard of it, let me enlighten you: http://www.sacultura.com/Barbacoa_and_Big_Red_South_Texas_craving.html
Just a warning that this is not for the faint of heart, It is the meat of a cooked cows head. You need to try it before judging it. Movie stars and famous singers that have visited this fine state of ours have tried it and even wrote songs about it. I think I will grab some barbacoa tacos and a big red when my ride gets here at quitting time. Can not wait till then.

My wife is the greatest..

My wife is something else, she puts up with all my antics every now and then. Of course we have our issues sometimes but who does not. We have been married long enough to know what each other is thinking just by a look. Our kids hate it because they do not know what were talking about with our secrete marriage stares. Well my latest issue is growing older. I just passed my 43 year mark and feeling really old, my body is breaking down my doctor is prescribing me meds like they are going out of style. Heartburn, high blood pressure, cholesterol diets and even medamucil tablets. Thats where I draw the line. No more for this old man, I need something that will make me really feel better, not a pharmacy in a bag but something really worth while. A sports car!! Thats right, a true american muscle car with it body lines, big gas-guzzling motors and enough horsepower noise to wake the dead. Well the problem is that my wife does not life older cars, in fact if its older than the year 2000 its considered old in her eyes and not worth having. Well this is a major problem with me because I have been eying a 1980 Trans Am like the one I had in my younger days. I am talking about a true American icon, black beast with a screaming Phoenix on the hood, a 6.5 liter V8 under it with a matching 400 turbo transmission, posi-traction rear end all pumping out 568 horses. OOOOHHHH the POWER!!!! To be alive again just my and my wife with the t-tops off cruising down interstate 37 to the coast. Oh what a feeling but wait, my wife does like older cars, she just does not get it. So I am in a dilemma, a fork in the road if you will . Do I still get this car knowing she may never ride in it or give up this little dream of the month that I have. Well my wife, got to love her told me to get ready and take a little trip with her to my sisters house. Well were are off, once we get there behold what do I see but a 2002 Trans Am sitting in the driveway. The deal about this car was it has been modified and the owner is scared to drive it because of it awesome power. Taking over payment would be a little rough, living life just that more difficult but my wife is allowing me to get this car. It is still in negotiations right now but either way if I get it or not i love my wife just a little bit more because of it.
Love you Babe.

Sick as a dog...

I have been feeling very sick today, if it were not me being a man I would have said your pregnant. Science have not come that far just yet, I am chalking this down to my new glasses. I found out that i have become blind as a bat, the glasses that were prescribed actually have three focal points in them. Top is for distance, middle is for everything and the lower are bifocals. I have been wearing my glasses for about three weeks now and still have not got used to them. I take them off to get a break and all of the sudden everything in the world is blurry. Have my glasses made me see worse than before? I tell you I have gone almost two years without them why is it that now i can not see at all without them.  I think there is a conspiracy between the optometrist and the insurance company. I have to do some digging on that subject first before making actualization. Anyways, I  barely reach my front door at home, went straight for the bed to lay down. It took over 30 minutes for the room to stop spinning. A hour later the doorbell rings, UPS delivery, I reach the door and thank him. That was all it took, I placed the package down and ran as fast as i could to the restroom to relieve myself from everything i ate in the last week. I will spare you the details of the contents of substance that drained from my mouth. Needless to say I layed back down in hopes that it would go away. Well I was in slumber for the next 6 hours. This morning I feel a little better, still a little dizzy here and there but nothing that a good cup of coffee will fix. I will see you later.

Introductions:

Well my name is Richard, I am a 43 year old Father of two (Tony 21, Elisa 23) and a grandfather of one (Peanut 14 month). I am just here taking one day at a time. I want to share my life with you but this is mainly for my family and friends. I am not a professional writer nor do I pretend to be. I am just jotting down a few thoughts, idea and stories that I would like to share. I hope you enjoy and would appreciate any feed back.