Can you believe it's Friday?

I walk in this morning and I'm like: "What is this? A war zone?"


I need this weekend. I need it to be nice. Sunday down to 40? Tuesday it might snow again?

The world would be a much better place if everyone was allowed to wear Crocs to work. I'm not allowed to, but wish I was. Would be awesome to wear jeans or even shorts everyday too. Don't get me wrong sometimes I like dressing up though. I should be a Croc spokesperson. I want Ohio State ones. I want one of every color. I want insulated ones. And those like beach moccasin ones.

You're never within ratio when you have that one child.

Is growing up with Gerber a good program? I need to look into it.

I have a delayed reaction when it comes to colds. I get them way after I think I'm in the clear.

"I've given up, stop. I've given up, stop.
I've given up, stop. on waiting any longer
I've given up, on this love getting stronger"

I got the belt a lot growing up. I wanted my name carved on that wooden paddle so bad. Oh the stories behind that paddle, I wish I could hear them. Everyone 5 years or older than me is on that paddle including uncles that would be 70 years old or something. There are like 40 people on that paddle and I always wanted to be beaten with it so I would get my name perfectly carved into it. I tried carving my name on it but it looked really bad and not the same as the others. That would be an amazing book though. Each chapter a little snippet of why they got in trouble and what they did to get the paddle. There could be sections dedicated to different topics like lying, fighting, stealing and other crazy stuff like burning things, or smoking cigs or worse weed. What did children do to get in trouble in the 1960's? Not do their chores? Say no to their parents? I have to ask the oldest person in my family about the stories behind the paddle. That could be the name for the book.

The Stories Behind the Families Wooden Paddle
na that is too long just Stories Behind the Paddle
I need to do interviews and write that damn book it would be a best seller. I don't think I have enough knowledge on the subject it has to be someone who grew up while the paddle was still in use that needs to write the book. I need to get them to do it. I can be the inspiration or driving force behind it but they are the ones with all the first hand experiences. I'm gonna go get that paddle and hit someone with it. There's another story. It wasn't me officer. I swear.

Someone sarcastically let me in on an awesome date idea. Take a girl to a shooting range. An indoor one. If you are actually good and can impress them with your aim you will score for sure. I think that would be exciting, get the adrenaline pumping. Secretly all girls would love the feel of squeezing that trigger. And the sound of the gun and the moment of impact on the target. It's exhilarating. I mean it has to be. Putting those earmuffs on. Wonder if Nikki would want to do that. I doubt it. She doesn't want to do anything with me. I need to practice. Get a glock or a 9mm.
I always wanted to do those clay pigeon things too. I would suck so bad. Get out my 4x10.


Are you wearing ear plugs when I talk to you? Or are you just playing dumb? Or worse yet you just don't give a damn?

I know for a fact my parents would put my name on everything. Bottles, sippy cups, clothes, blankets, extra clothes. So why don't these parents? It would make everything easier. Things wouldn't get mixed up. Lost, or stolen.
I know I will write my kids names on things. Label everything. Every tag. Like a psycho but at least people would know whose it is. Eliminate all confusion and debate.

Back at square one are we?

I really hope my face clears up and my throat is completely better after another nights rest. Even though I'll probably set myself back by drinking like a mad man tonight. Cancel that I guess my friend has to get up early tomorrow. Unless someone else wants to drink or do something with me???????? My friend wants me to work at the laundromat for a few hours tomorrow. It's not really worth it though. 24 dollars for 4 hours plus I have to drive 30 minutes each way. It's a waste of a beautiful Saturday. I def want to do something else in 70 degree weather. Like hang out with you.

My make believe friends and I should start a New Food Friday Club. Where we go around trying different foods every Friday.

Why is it so damn hard to ignore you?

Got my favorite jeans on. I'm going to make today a good day regardless. Make the most of it.


Was soaking up the sun like it was my job on my break. I wish that really was my job. That would be freaking sweet and awesome. Wouldn't you concur?

Got some cash flow. Going to make some movies.

Giving up on you. Never had a chance now did I? Stupid Byron. Oh stupid, stupid Byron.


I really love non stick pans. Just makes it so much better and you feel so much better. It leaves a positive, reassuring feeling watching it was away so easily. Rather than being aggravated that it's stuck and having to scrape the bottom.

Why are all the people who die on the show Cold Case people you don't want to die and make a connection with without even knowing them? Especially a baseball player you know I got a soft spot for that sport Lord. Plus he's a struggling defector you know I'm all for that. Come on over Cuban's. Bring some cigars and women in bikini's.