Blood sausages and royal weddings

What kind of a person wakes up at noon? Even when I stay up late or get drunk I usually get up before 9 the next morning. I've never been able to sleep in. Even on my days off I get up at 7am. So to wake up just after 12 noon is bothering me. I feel like I missed a lot of stuff. I didn't even know the royal wedding was this morning. Truth be told I could care less. I've been avoiding that thing like the plague. I'll come back to this subject later. So what do you do when you wake up this late in the day?

How do you say goodbye?

True friends are hard to come by these days. It's hard to trust just anyone. There are only a few people that I would drop everything to help. Even if a go 10 years without seeing them nothing ever changes. My brother from another Spook is the definitely one of those people.

My mission is to accomplish nothing

What am I doing?
Why am I here?
I only hear what I want
I only hear that I can't

Instead I choose to rant

With nothing to lose
I venture out into the world

In a world of trouble
I wander aimlessly

What do you see?
Nothing and no one

How do you feel?
Like dying

Stick my life into a bucket of bleach
and watch the colors bleed

Psychedelic is how I feel
Rotten is how I smell
So what the hell
am I supposed to do?

Do nothing
Be nothing
See nothing
Hear nothing
Feel nothing

Smell failure

Late night whiskey fueled rant

As I sit here at my computer with the sound of my wife and daughter snoring in the background. Only vaguely drowned out by the Cartoon Network playing for no one to watch. I contemplate many things. My glass that was not to long ago half full is currently half empty. The ice slowly melting away into my Jameson. I take a sip followed by a deep breath. I've been wanting to write all day and now is my opportunity.

I definately like old stuff

There is nothing like finding old stuff at a thrift store or yard sale. I guess I got the bug at a young age from my father. He was always bringing gems home, some from yard sales and a good amount from the curb. My dad was a picker even before it was chic.

If you're supposed to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Where do you keep your family? (English/Spanish) Si debes mantener a tus amigos cerca y a tus enemigos mas cerca. Donde debes mantener a tus familiares?

Family is always a touchy subject. For the most part I love my family, even the ones I don't share blood with. Loving your family doesn't necessarily mean you have to like them. right? I'm the youngest of 10 kids and I have something in common with all of them, and something I hate about most of them.

"Single v. Married"

People have got their own opinion on what life is better. There are pros and con's for both situations. I do however want your opinion on this. After this is posted please feel free to comment below and give me your pro or con for either side. I'll be giving my point of view, but like anything else, what's good for me may not be what's good for you. The idea for this came after I got a message from my cousin Roxy.

Hamshanks and Toy Registers

It was rainy Tuesday morning. Considering I'm on vacation I chose not to waste my day away in front of the television. Usually I like going for long drives and thrift store shopping when I have time. Today seemed like a perfect day for those kinds of activities.

I will never drink again..... this week

Oh my, waking up this morning was the worst thing I could have done. My head was throbbing. My mouth was dry. My kidneys hurt. I wanted to die. Last night we decided to celebrate at my house. The "Little Rascals" were (for the most part) all back together again. It was supposed to be an early Birthday party for Nelson. We were also raising our glasses to my wife for finishing school last week.