Uhm, she's just like me?

When my daughter was six, I started her in Quarter Midget racing cause some I could just tell she was a lot like me. She had two chassis like the one her think in the 4 years that she did it, she had little more the 50 trophies, track record which she still holds and made a lot of boy cry cause of her A main victories. She was the kind of racer that would barrel roll up a wall, roll down the track upside down, even dragged her helmet on the track for a good distance, cry it off, get right back in the car and win the next race. Like me, probably more out of anger than anything else.

So it was no surprise to me when my mom called last night to tell me that she was on her way to the emergency room with her two days after left her in California. It appears that she had a little dispute between a hill and a motorized scooter. Pretty much was trying to see how fast she could get it going down hill and of course she misjudged the speed and ended up fracturing her Tibia on the right leg. When I talked to her last night, I asked her if she got the scooter going pretty good, she said yep. I asked leg hurt she yep. Asked simply, you gonna do that again, answer was nope. Which is all I needed to hear, I know when she learns a lesson and there's no point in adding more into it. She did add that grandma said she had a ways to go before she catches up with me on broken bones.


No shit I probably would have done the same thing as a kid. Fuck I still do as an adult, life is short enough and you kinda sometime have to push the limits on things to learn what your capable of doing or not. The important thing is when you fuck up good, you take responsibility, learn from it an move on. Pain usually goes away in time. Good thing is that my sister told me that she was laughing and joking around this morning and not feeling sorry for herself. That surprised her but not me cause that's what I tried to teach her when she was racing. She did tell me she was looking forward to a little time off from doing choirs and things around the house. Ha oh no way, I told her I am already working on way to attach the mop to her right crutch. You don't get off that easy, not with me.

Right now she's in a half cast and looks like I'll be driving back up there this weekend to pick her up instead flying her back. Facebook page will have pool posted on what color cast she will get when she gets the full one on this Friday. I'm sure I'll come up with something stupid to give the winners.

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Fuck if I know why!?

Yesterday on the way drive over to California, I realized something about my life. Don't ask me why, but every new car I get, it's always been the same. I get to know the car more I think than most people do. Ha fuck, not in a sexual way but when I get a car, I spend a lot of time driving it.

In a way, I listen to it, learn how it sounds when it starts up, when its running, how the motor feels vibrating in the steering wheel, how the steering responds as well. You can tell a lot by through the vibrations in the seat as well. Shit It's not long before I take the car to top end speed and i learn, how the throttle responds all the way through the power curve, cause I want to know what the car can do, and what to expect when I need it. Hell, I even run the car out of gas once, to know how far I can push the gas gauge.


I do this, cause I just enjoy cars first of but most importantly I want them to last with low maintenance. I like to know when trouble is coming to avoid the high costs of a major repair and I usually get above 150k miles out of a car if not more. It's funny I recently drove my ex wife's Fusion, and within 5 minutes new she hadn't been keeping up the maintenance and was head for a costly problem.

In the grand scheme of things I think that's why guys usually ended up referring to their car's in a female sense cause a car is easy to understand and take care of. Lmao until recently they didn't talk and women do. I don't do well trying to figure out what a woman wants, yes mean no and who the fuck knows what maybe means. I don't put much effort into trying to figure out what a woman wants anymore either, you pretty much have to hit me on the head with a hammer and spill it out cause if I were to have to guess, i would be wrong.


I'm past the point in my life where I have chase anyone, I leave that for the younger guys that still think they have something to show the world. I really don't have anything to prove to anyone, just ask my friends, fuck they know. So the best analogy I can give since I don't do well with instruction manuals is well, like my fuckin car, I just tend to push buttons until i find something that interests me and I'll try and figure it out. Gets to difficult, fuck asking someone to help me, there's got to be a hundred other buttons to push.


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Why? The ManCamp Version

Last night I saw a tweet that was posted that really made me think. The post was “I wish my Dyson had a retractable cord, to lazy to wind it” or something like that. First off, I have a Dyson DC-24 for the apartment. I bought it cause it just looked cool, and like everything else, i like to take shit apart when I first get it to see how it works. No shit, some of the stuff I buy never works the same, but that’s a whole different post in itself.

After 18 years of marriage and the last year of living on my own, well besides the fact that I don’t have someone for once telling me to lift the fuckin seat, I have come to simplify my life. I responded to the tweet and said, “Why wind it, you know your gonna use it again, just leave it plugged in and out of the way?” No shit, that got me thinking about the things people do, like make the bed in the morning, for what? Shit you go to work, come come home and mess it up again.

Do people want the house to look nice incase it get’s broken into. Makes no sense and neither does the dishwasher. I mean why unload it and put it in a cabinet. The dishwasher itself is a cabinet. You eat off the same plates, use the same silverware, cook with the same shit and probably load and wash every night. I no longer unload in the morning, Fuck if i need something, I open the dishwasher use it, eat, rinse what I use off, leave it in the sink basket, and reload at night. If something doesn’t get used, it just gets an extra clean washing....Simple life has it’s pleasures and I think I just realized that I’m gonna start using the wash machine as a hamper. No shit ....


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Sunday is Definitely Dog Day.

I don’t know if your like me, not many are but on the days you have off, you try and sleep in, turn off the the alarm the night before and wham your up an hour earlier than you would have been if you set the fuckin alarm.

Sunday’s are definitely messed up that way and I like an early morning drive. So on the weekends I have my daughter, we usually head out for breakfast when she gets up a few hours later. It’s usually someplace way out of the way for the drive. On the weekends on don’t have her fuck it’s definitely a dog day, no shit I mean that literally. It’s all about women walking around on their PJ’s.

Damn it’s starts at the apartment complex with women walking their dogs in the early morning. Yeah the complex I live in allows pets, even me for that case. The whole PJ thing doesn’t end there. Shit i do about a 30 mile round trip to get a morning soda, doughnut, and Sunday paper usually in that order and at 3 different places. Why three place, well of course, it all has to do with the PJ’s. I actually get a laugh sometimes when I see the old fashion rollers in the hair. No shit it’s like the people of Walmart on steroids.

Good thing though, with summer in the desert approaching, the temperature in the mornings heats up ;)



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Name 5 Things You Can’t Live Without.

The other night, I was asked a question in an email to name 5 things I could live without. As normal when I see a question that i don’t feel comfortable answering or don’t know the answer to, I turn to sarcasm. My first thought on this was to say clean underwear and I think I did on my Facebook page. I hate doing laundry, rather go out and buy new socks when I run rather than run a load.

Clean underwear is something mother’s always say incase you get into an accident. As grow older, no so much an accident as much as you never know when you might get an opportunity to to take a roll on the red carpet. Kinda goes hand in hand with carrying a condom don’t you think, and at my age you learn not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

In all reality, the more I thought about the question, the more I decided to open about it, To me material things that can be replace can all be lived without. Not so much in this order but to me, I can’t live without the means and will to earn a living, my daughter (It’s unconditional), Family (Top of the list is Mom)/Close friends (kinda that put up with your shit), passion and humor, you just got to laugh at life, specially mine.

Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are and feel free to comment on your 5 things :)



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Busted at Bed Bath and Beyond

When I moved out of the house, I left with my clothes, bedroom set (old torn set of sheets at that), the dining room table, couple of old pots, and a chair. I didn’t care cause little by little I got the apartment furnished. I didn’t have a tv for about three months and it took about 8 months for my daughter to get off the sofa and into her own room.

Furnished the place first cause the little things, like rugs for bathroom, kitchen gadgets, dishes, silverware, vacuum. You know the things that just seemed to show up in a household with oh by the way I bought a new coffee pot today. Long story short I put these off until the end, saved up the old 20% off coupons from Bed, Bath and Beyond and started using them.

The other day I was there picking up one of the new single cup brewing systems for coffee and at the register the lady said to me when I was checking out, “your in here more than me”

Well fuck in the first place how the hell would she know that i was there when she wasn’t working and second i ain’t telling her that i’m trying to make a comfortable home for me, my daughter and if I ever meet that right person, her too. I did what any man would do and said “Well your manager is pretty hot and I noticed she wasn’t wearing a ring. Hook me up” Lmao that lady avoids me now.

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So...It could happen

Last Thursday, I went out a bought myself a new pair of shoes. Figured what the hell; soles were almost wore through on the pair I had bought last year. No big deal right? Feck, I thought so until the next day. It was my ex-wife’s birthday and I figured I would take her and the two girls out for dinner, kinda one of those things we never did much of when we were married.

As I was getting dressed to leave the house, I looked at my old shoes ( the worn out ones) and said WTF might as well wear you one more time. Already had the ex-wife, might as well not make you ex-shoes just yet. Still no big deal until all four of us are sitting waiting for a table at the local Olive Garden. We were sitting on a bench in between two sets of double doors, all of which were closed at the time. As we were talking, I heard a noise from behind the inside set of doors sounded like someone had spilled a giant cup full of soda or something on the floor. I heard a commotion and then the words “get him outside.”

Feck, just as I heard that, a woman pushes a pale little boy out the door who looked at me and then let it fly! Holy shit, had his head spun around you would have swore it was Rosemary’s baby. Suffice to say, before he got out the door, he managed to coat my old pair of shoes with whatever he had for dinner. Could definitely tell it was past though. Regardless, I felt sorry for kid, but more so, I learned a valuable lesson. When having dinner with ex, always wear an old pair of shoes cause it could happen.


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