A glimpse into my mind semi-hard at work.

Don't you wish your blog were as cool as mine? Don't you wish your blog were as cool as mine? Don'tcha?
It's a hit, I'm an instant phenomenon.

I know some loyal followers are going to read this every morning with their cup of coffee. How many of you are going from Starbucks to McDonald's, because of those commercials I find hilarious? It's going to be as habit forming as brushing their teeth. Meaning they will check it at night too. I hope you brush your teeth at least twice a day, if more, feel free to check back three, four times a day.
We got to get this blog rolling and the best way is word of mouth so start chatting away.

If I write on here ten times a day does that mean I can take like a week off? Or will people be emailing me for an update? Because the anticipation is killing me, I just want to post, post, post.
I bet Barack Obama is going to check this before he makes any important decisions.

Every blogger should ask themselves: What do I hope to accomplish? Well I hope to leave my readers satisfied. Where they walk away (but eventually come back) learning something, maybe they let out a laugh or two, or a smile appears on their face or at the very least leave them thinking it was an entertaining way to spend five minutes and not a complete waste of their precious time. I want to inform, make you think, make you have an ah-ha moment, and be insightful and clever. I'm guessing a lot of my humor and jokes most people won't understand, but they make me chuckle and I guess that's a part of what my blog is for too. ME!

Spoiler alert: the next few paragraphs deals with sports.

I spent my evening watching classic Hector "Macho" Camacho fights. I learned he's really great and eccentric. An odd fellow, who I instantly became a fan off, since I missed out on him growing up because he was a little before my time as far as watching boxing on TV went. He's a mastermind inside the ring, his best quality as a boxer is the ability to take away what the other fighter is best at. He's so loose and when he lets his hands fly and just flow it's some of the most beautiful and accurate combination's I've ever witnessed. Not to mention the outfits he wears. What an entertainer.

I can't help but feel sorry for heavyweight boxing during the Mike Tyson era. I don't feel sorry for Iron Mike at all just boxing in general. As a fan, I feel cheated that we didn't have more great match-ups when he was in his prime with Lewis, Holyfield and others. That whole generation just feels incomplete and like something was missing to me, even though it was loaded with great heavyweights.

Floyd Mayweather Jr. is my favorite fighter of all time. I hope he comes out of retirement to fight Pacman and once again become the pound for pound best fighter in the world. Roy Jones Jr. is second. Feel free to debate this or list your favorite boxers.

End of sport section

I'm in a book club. The book we are currently reading is Song Yet Sung by James Mcbride. If you live around me you're more than welcome to join the book club. I call it the Dinner and a Novel book club, because we eat somewhere and discuss the book.



I love reading as you probably have figured out by now, so if you have any suggestions for books I should read go ahead and serve them up. Also, I'm big into music, so feel free to include songs as well. I'm into just about any genre, but for some reason a lot of songs fly under my radar and I don't pick up on them. Especially, whiny ones that I really like, because in a pathetic way I feel a connection to them, by this I mean young disgruntled middle twenties male singers who still have issues with their mom's., etc. If I had a whiny voice girls swooned over I'd be busting out hits left and right.

I got caught shoplifting, not really but read about my ordeal.
Awhile back, I went shopping with my friend. He purchased all kinds of healthy foods, because he's on a big green kick and all about living a healthy lifestyle, which is great. Wish I had that drive and motivation to carry out something like that. On a side note, I think we ended up buying six cans of black beans which weighed 6lbs a piece. That's a lot of beans. We planned on making black bean burgers, they are really good for your brain. Feed your mind. Anyways, back to the story. Like I said he is a greeniac, (I think I made that word up) and he didn't want to use any paper or plastic bags to save the environment, so we load the shopping cart up with like 30 items or so, the bill was like 70 dollars. We start walking out to his car, we drove separately because we had previously worked out at the YMCA. Just wanted to throw that out there to make myself look more in tune with my body. We unload the items into his car and I'm walking back to mine and this woman smoking a cigarette comes walking across the parking lot. She's like, "I wrote down your license plate number". I'm like "What? Hey now, slow down. If you want my number girlfriend all you had to do was ask." Okay, in reality I only said "What?" She's like "I work here and was on my break, seen you loading a bunch of loose items into your car. A lot of people do that without paying, but I got yours and your friends license plates. Do you have a receipt?" I responded, "I don't have one, but my friend does." So she goes and gets him, but he threw it away as soon as he walked out of the store. So, we had to go back inside and have the cashier tell this psychopath that we paid for everything. So moral of the story, try to save the environment by not using any bags and you get accused of shop lifting. Next time bring a half dozen tote bags.


Quote of the day: "The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion." --G.K. Chesterton