My writing

Okay when I write my brain is usually going so fast my fingers sometime skip words. So if any body is reading this page just plug in the letter or word. It's not that I am an idiot, its that I think faster than I write!

BOO YA!

HAPPY EASTER!

Dad was right!

Maybe the stories my dad told me when I was younger are true. The stories on how he rode a harley under a bus, jumped out of airplanes in the army, cooked for hundreds and my grandfathers restaurant. All the things he did when he was "younger". I naturally wanted to see him do them so I would say c'mon I want to see you jump out of a plane, prove to me you can ride a harley. Each time he would say "nah I'm too old for that bullshit", to which I would reply "oh cmon you're only as old as you think you are". He would look at me and chuckle and in front of his friends he would say "One day mijo you will be there too"!

Me? No he can't be serious, not me. I have too much to do. Places to go, people to see, I have no time for sleep much less getting old and complaining. I have to go live life and have fun. "Sleep is overated". "Pain is in your head". "Fear is a feeling, you feel hot you feel cold, fear is just a feeling fear cannot kill you." This is the stuff I used to tell myself.

Now if I remember correctly my dad told me all that stuff when we were fishing one night out in this muddy lake in Tornillo Texas. He told me how his back hurt from jumping out of those planes and how cooking for a restaurant full of customers sounds romantic but it is a HUGE amount of work. He said remember that your body pays for what you do to it. If you mistreat it it will let you know sooner or later. And crap wouldn't you know it, dad was right. My knees hurt from a skateboarding and football injuries. My shoulder hurts from bad hit, my back is screwed up from playing tackle foot ball on the hot asphalt. And my latest causality is my stomach. I used to have the stomach of steel, I could eat and drink almost anything. I laughed at spicy food, I would drink so much booze winos would gladly accept a blood donation from me just to get a buzz. But now I have to watch what I eat. No spicy food, no booze. I am on medication for pain, cholesterol, and high blood pressure. Crap I guess dad was right, I am paying for my past sins committed against my body. I do have to say though, it was fun getting here!

GAS!

Is it me or should I start getting my car ready to do battle like in the "Road Warrior" movies? Holy crap! They are estimating $4.00 for a gallon gas this spring and summer! That's it the spikes are coming on, and a war for supremacy of the road will be fought.


Hell maybe we should all go back to riding horses. Can you imagine all the shit on the highway. I mean where would you put your coffee cup? Never mind, don't answer that.

Only in my hometown!

EL PASO, Texas -- A day after a fatal highway drag racing crash, a pair of local television live trucks were caught on video in their own race at a local drag strip.

The El Paso stations, KDBC-TV and KVIA-TV, were at the legal drag racing strip Friday night when a crowd of onlookers apparently convinced a pair of photographers and a part-time anchorman to race.

Charlie Bernal, a 25-year-old photographer for KDBC, said he was fired Tuesday after his bosses saw the race on the video sharing Web site YouTube.

“I knew what I was doing and figured, if someone gets wind of this I’m in a world of crap,” Bernal said. He added that he didn’t regret his decision to race the station’s only live truck but wouldn’t do it again.

KDBC general manager Bram Watkins declined to comment on the incident.

Kevin Lovell, KVIA’s general manager, said photographer Richie Zamora and part-time anchor Rick Cabrera were preparing a story about the legal drag racing site when they made an “impromptu decision” to race the competing station’s vehicle.

“They had the crowd gathered, giggling,” Lovell said. “It was a stupid thing to do. They weren’t thinking.”

Lovell said Cabrera, who was set to take over as a full-time anchor in May when longtime broadcaster Gary Warner retires, and Zamora are likely to face disciplinary action but won’t be fired.

“There will be no terminations at KVIA,” Lovell said.

Cabrera said Wednesday he regretted the incident and should have used his position to halt the race.

“I made a big mistake and I take full responsibility for my actions,” Cabrera said. “In hindsight, I can certainly see the error of our ways.”

A video of the race, posted on YouTube, shows the trucks inching to the starting line as a crowd of onlookers cheers them on. As the trucks start racing, one man not seen on the video can be heard commenting that “every cell phone is out” filming the race.

HOOKERS!

Hookers, street walkers, escorts, ho's, cum catchers, semen receptacles, prostitutes, ladies of the evening, suzy rotten crotch and finally soiled doves. I'm sure there are more but thats all I can of at the moment. Do I have your attention now? Sex for sale seems to be in the news again since the Gov. of NY got busted paying for an escort service. I don't know why they make such a big deal out of it. I mean it is the oldest profession in the world. Men (and women by the way) have been paying for sex for centuries. It never will go away, no matter how much you try. The fact that sex is such a key in a persons survival will make sure of that. Just legalize it and get it over with. Seriously, just make it legal. Why try to avoid it? Why pretend it does not exist? Acknowledge it and regulate it. Make them pay taxes, make it somewhat safer by making the health dept. watch over them. Make it confidential and profitable to the government and it will save us all time and tax dollars. I could write more but I am sooo freakin' tired.

Peace out!

Fear

Have you ever feared something? I mean really feared something? Have you ever shut your eyes and literally broke down at just the thought of having to do something that you didn't want to do? Or how about this. Ever fear to do something that you've done thousands of time before with no problem? For some dumb ass reason thats the way I feel about flying at the moment. Now if you know me you know that I am a world traveler. I have been to the other side of the world and back with no problem, but last year something happened that really shook me up. I, for unknown reasons at the time, almost "lost it" on the plane. Hell it started before I got to the airport. Now when I say "lost it" I don't mean going whack o and taking a weapon on board or anything like that, I mean I was scared to get on the plane for fear of becoming ill.

My pulse was pounding, my blood pressure was up, my breathing was erratic. In fact for a split second I considered going back to the rental car place picking up a car and driving the 12 hrs back to town. It actually crossed my mind! Not taking a 2 hour flight and instead losing the money on the ticket and rent a car at additional cost and driving 12 hours to get back home. It was insane! Why? I have been on a plane hundreds of times before, Since I was 7 I believe. In some of the worst weather imaginable too.

I clinched my teeth found a seat and DUG my nails into my thigh. I was surprised that it wasn't bleeding when I got off. All through out I kept praying and knowing that God would protect me and not let anything happen to me, but it still shook me up. So much so that I have not been on a plane since. Now that was almost 1 year ago and I have been diagnosed with some medical issues that may have explained what happened. The medication that put on is supposed to help control it but the fear is still there. And if you me you know that I love to take chances and pain and death don't bother me but for some reason getting back on a plane does. Now I know if you fall off the horse you have to get back on, but then again when you fall from a horse it's not from 30,000 feet.

MARS WHAT A PLACE!

Now they have been saying for years that there may have been life on mars. That there is possible evidence of water and microscopic life. They say that Mars is the next planet we need to get to in order to colonize it and begin a new world if and when we destroy this one.


Now I thought about this the other day and the question I pose is. What if we (the human race) were already there? What if we totally killed that planet and moved here? Wouldn't that piss someone off? To land on mars and find an abandoned 7-11 with an old paper with the headline that read "All aboard! If you're not on the last ship today you're screwed!" Hey it could have happened.

Getting Older

Now I know they say you're only as old as you think you are but lets face it.
Things stop working like they should, the bones get achy, mind starts go and you realize that you can't run for that winning touch down pass like you used to because if you try you will have a heart attack in the process.

This morning while laying in bed the wind began to howl and rattle the windows in my house. It made the same kind of noise my parents house would make back home in west Texas. It took me back to the days when I would ride my bike with my friends in the park, back when it was safe to be a child in the park. The football games we played in the dirt, the capturing of bugs, and gossiping over which girls we had crushes on. It made think about the desert air, how it smelled sweet at night. How we would hang on the porch with the radio playing this new music called rap and oldies thinking we were bad asses. The wind blew again and made the windows rattle and it made me think how much I miss my childhood friends, my toys, my room, and just the freedom of being a child. Not having to worry about bills, gas prices, cholesterol, high blood pressure, diabetes and the other shit that life throws at you.

There should be a law that states you should able to act like a child for 1 week out of the year without being tossed in the loony bin. Maybe if we see the world through the eyes of children again, we will do more to make a better place.

I WANNA KNOW!

Did Roger Clemens take steroids? Did he buy them from Britney? These are questions I need answered. My very existence depends are these peoples lives. Please tell me more news with the scrolling text beneath my favorite show. Please interrupt my House MD with this important information. I need to know! Text my cell with alerts and send me emails, and don't forget the Goodyear blimp and smoke signals! We need all the bases covered!

Sometimes too much information is just that. Too much!

Elections!

Is it me or are there slim pickins' for presidential candidates? I mean none of them seem to be serious enough for me. None of them seem to want to have an answer or a plan. They love to point the finger. And the media is no help either. Sacrificing ratings for a real story. For example do we really are that much about Britney Spears?

Is it me? Am I missing something?

The Top 15 Hard-To-Find Christmas Toys for 200 7

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I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a double dog dare to pass it on. To remember what a double dog dare is, read on. And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care. How many of these do you remember?

Candy cigarettes

Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside

Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles

Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes

Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers

Newsreels before the movie

P.F. Fliers

Telephone numbers with a word prefix...(Raymond 4601), and Party lines


Peashooters

Howdy Dowdy

Hi-Fi's
45 RPM records

78 RPM records!

Green Stamps


Metal ice cubes trays with levers

Mimeograph paper

Beanie and Cecil

Roller-skate keys

Cork pop guns

Drive ins

Studebakers


Washtub wringers

The Fuller Brush Man

Reel-To-Reel tape recorders

Tinkertoys

Erector Sets

The Fort Apache Play Set
Lincoln Logs

15 cent McDonald hamburgers

5 cent packs of baseball cards - with that awful pink slab of bubble gum

Penny candy

25 cent a gallon gasoline

Jiffy Pop popcorn


Do you remember a time when...

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"?

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "Do Over!"?

"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest?


Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?


It wasn't odd to have two or three "Best Friends"?

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties"?

Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot?

Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action figures?

"Oly! -oly-oxen-free" made perfect sense?

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team?

War was a card game?

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?

Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin?

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?