Then again every Monday from September to December is a Monday that 'blows' after watching a Raiders game!
In the words of Smut Queen.... 'What up peeps?'
Yes it is Monday and I would rather be any other place in the world than here, but with a cup of coffee in my body I am going to make the most of it. After all, what are my options at this point?
Well it is October. I time for change. The leafs change, weather changes, and so do our waistlines! Because it is time for comfort food and my cooking has been known to raise hell on everybody's wardrobe around me! I promise to do better this year, but just in case I am wrong... get some new running shoes and get out there and enjoy the brisk fall and winter weather!
Since we last spoke... On Friday I had Monkey tip me off to a glorious commute home which just put me in a funk going home. The SC went to Tracy High's homecoming game and I had to play catch up once I got into town. I ran home to change and stop to grab a bite to eat before heading over, but after running into my neighbor out back and having a gab session for a little bit I just got in my car and ran to meet them. I was lucky enough that Paparazzi had a jumbo bag of sunflower seeds to fill the hole and she was happy to share! I made the mistake of asking Mama Ruth to go and grab me a hot dog during halftime. Not only was it not a real hot dog, but one of those jumbo cured Slim Jim types of things, she brought it to me with nothing on it! Just a dry ass dog when I asked for mustard and relish. Her words were, "They ran out of mustard and ewww I am not touching relish!" Thanks Pockey Huck!
Saturday I got up early to help Smut Queen only to get called off duty at the last minute. Gee... thanks... who needs sleep!?!? AHAHAHA Lucky for her I had other shit to do so I was on the go anyway. Made breakfast for everyone and then worked on Thunder's school project for a few hours before heading out to Pleasant Hill to work on Creeper's computers. Well 5 hours later I finally got out of there to go and meet Albert at the Crawl in CV. Ahhh CV. The good old days. Yeah right!!!
We went to Krayons and hung out waiting for Topher to show up after sending him one threatening message after the other. Glad you could make it with having to have your arm twisted to hard there Topher! Shortly after he showed up we ran into more friends of ours and went on with the Crawl. Albert and I headed to the Bowl while they went on to Don Jose's. You could say we sort of got ditched! We had a quick beer and then met up with them and a whole bunch more people from our class over at Don Jose's. Yes, the chairperson of the Crawl The CV Stroll Queen was at Don Jose's as well! All was right with the world at that point. We all wandered down the boulevard to a few more CV dives before calling it a night. Albert left me as we tried getting into the next bar, and I made a beeline out of there once the person I was talking to 'claimed' to have a stomach ache and went inside to look for her ride. Damn... I got ditched twice in one night by these people! I see how well I still fit in. I got left standing out front of the bar for bad belly and a guy in a kilt! The CV Stroll Queen text me about coming down to the bowl to meet back up with them as was leaving, but since I was planning on going home hours before hand I thought better of it. Went through the old Golden Arches drive thru for a couple of dollar menu chicken sandwiches and called it a night.
Sunday me and McLovin went to the Raiders game so I picked him up early and we stopped off at Bebe's and had some breakfast. Game was the shits, but we had a great time and a bunch of laughs. After all it is a Raiders game and most of the people there are entertainment all on their own. It is like an airport, people watching nirvana! The people who sat in the row in front of us literally drug their drugged drunk asses into the game and most of them proceeded to slip into an unconscious state of mind. I mean these fools were OUT! It was classic Raiders fans... for them it all ends in the parking lot before the game.
Back here at Monday. 3 days, 3 hours and 16 mins and it is vacation thirty! The SC and The Hack Family Robinson are off to the Happiest Place on Earth. Yes Thunder... Daddy is going to go to church and pray on Sunday morning. I will be praying for a good Bloody Mary while I wait for kickoff! Da Da Da! Da Da Da!
Fuzz text me today and tried to go to lunch with me since he was out here in the hood, but my strict County schedule would not permit that to happen. So instead we are going to go to Rusty's and watch the Giants playoff game on Thursday. Pops, Uncle Shartly, Albert, Chet, After 6, Game Time, George, KP, Sleeper Cell, Ass Clown, Cock Nozzle and anyone else who wants to go and hang out... this is your call! Rusty's about 6:30 for man soda's and pizza as the Giants battle the Braves. Yes Chet, you can have a regular soda if you want! Ducky I would list you, but we all know that you are not allowed to be that far away from home. McLovin... a few more years and you can join us. Actually if you sit in a booth you can go to Rusty's with us. You and Chet can drink Soda together!
Ass Clown, Albert and Hack... I am still waiting for the call the one of you have hit all 6 numbers! Not the 3 numbers that I heard about on Sunday from Ass Clown! I guess I am going to have to step up and shake off my 0 for 24 slump of even getting my money back and just win this thing myself. It would seem that I can't depend on you guys to get this done! Until then though I will only take calls from Ass Clown or Hack about a possible change in my work venue. If you got nothin... don't call me, I'll call you. Rat bastards. Hope you choke on a short and curly.
Tonight I need to run out to Creeper's place and finish what I started now that he has all the parts that I need. Just what I wanted... a trip to Pleasant Hill after work. It is all good though. He has beer and cash!
I hope to hell that this week flies by and the weekend seems to last forever for once. I know it is not going to be the case, but hey... you can't blame a guy for wishing! I mean this morning has gone by at a pretty good pace, so you never know. I could get lucky. (OK. Are you done laughing so I can go on?) Besides the 14 hours of the day when I am here in solitaire, the calendar is pretty full this week. Now if I can just find a way to resolve the 'still' 14 hour portion of the day I will be all good. I tried throwing some verbal jabs to sort of 'spark' up my day, but it seems that I was just punching myself. There is a shock!
The zoo here is getting quieter and quieter with each passing day. For these lifers here at the County many of them that are near retirement age are all bailing ship and taking their retirement because of purposed cutbacks by the government on their retirement benefits. This way they leave now and lock in a better retirement package than what the union is telling them is on the table. Looking at the age of most of these folks there should only be about 6 of us left when it is all said and done. This place is like a retirement home! What is most sad is that besides Quasimodo leaving a few months back, all of these others leaving... ARE NONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT I TALK ABOUT!!!! Yes.... there are that many fools in this place. The only person that I talk about that I know who is leaving soon is Creeper. Which has already retired once and is back as a consultant until the end of the year collecting two checks every other week! Besides sneaking around in squeaky shoes... pretty smart cookie!
The Throat just walked by... I swear one day I am going to give her a karate chop and clear up whatever it is she has lodged in there!!!
On that note.
Not that anyone should ever need to be told these words of wisdom, but never forget....
Live. Laugh. Love.
You only get one chance, so don't one of those chances pass you by. Live life to the fullest.
When I die I don't want people to look at me at my funeral and think 'He looks good'. I'm dead. I don't want to look good. I want people to look at me and say out loud, "God damn he looks like SHIT! But the bastard always put a smile on my face, and I know he had a lot of fun getting there. I am going to miss him." No shoulda, woulda, coulda's should ever follow that sentence.
Unlike Rachel on Big Brother you never will get the chance to say, "I'm back bitches!"
Toner Boy
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