I have been going to this bar for about 6 years, and tonight was the
first time I had a designated driver, so it was the first time I was
able to drink Good times, good times. I’m plenty drunk now, not that
you needed to know that. Anywho, when we first arrived, there were
these 2 couples that were playing pool, so we had to wait until they
were done to play. The bartender loves us, so she kicked them off the
table and we were able to play. These people, though, seemed nice. The
guys were cute…………..the one guy was hot, and the other was
cute. My gaydar was going off about the cute one, and it was confirmed
later on when I saw him clearly check out Keith. Funny.

Anywho, it was me and Randy against John and Keith for the whole night.
Last time we played them, they kicked our asses 8 ways from Sunday.
This was not the case tonight, as we actually held our own and at the
end of the night, I think we wound up beating them, that is to say, I
think we won more games than we lost. I’m going to go pass out now.

I don’t usually bitch too much about work, but today was a virtual
shitfest. I had one pissed off guy that I had on the phone off and on
throughout the day for a total of about 2 hours. He was just raggin and
bitching. I don’t blame him, though. We did fuck up. And when I tried
to correct it by getting him to the right department, that department,
with him on the phone, said they did not need anything else from him
and shit was square. I tried telling them that is was not good, but she
insisted. Anywho, 3 fucking hours later, they call him back and say
shit was not ok and they needed more info from him. So, he calls me.
And, although he was nice to me and not really being mean, he was just
being un-fucking-reasonable.

Then, just as the day ends, I get another person, and older lady, who
is fucking furious. I have no way to help her, because she called the
wrong number, but for some reason, she won’t leave me alone. Again, I
don’t blame her……….I would be pissed too. But, because of her, I
was kept there an extra 10 minutes past my shift, which I know, doesn’t
sound like a big deal, but damnit, I don’t waste any time when I’m
supposed to get off.

I got nothing else. I’m just looking forward to a nice, relaxing, fun, 3 day weekend.

I heard Eric Clapton’s version of “Sweet Home Chicago” today. It wasn’t
bad, but there is one thing that has always irked me about that song.
Now, I know, it is not a very good song, when you think about it. Its
the same words and music over and over, but I still love the song.
Anywho, I never quite understood why they add in that song. “1 and 1 is
2, 6 & 2 is 8″. Why the adding? Do you think they needed a
calculator to add it? I like to pretend that when they sing the chorus,
they keep reating themselves because they are busy doing the addition
to figure out what 6 &2 is (and all the other ones too, like 1
& 1) and that is why they keep repeating themselves. The song was
written by blues legend Robert Johnson, who, as the story goes, sold
his sole to the Devil so that he could become a great guitar player.
I’m thinkin’ because of this, the Devil took some of his lyric riding
ability as a down payment.

Another thing happened while I was driving today that really pisses me
off, its one of my biggest pet peaves. The loser in front of me was
smoking a cigarette, which I don’t have a problem with. The problem I
have, is that they finished smoking it and just threw it out the
window, you know, like the world is their own personal ashtray. The
still smoldering butt rolled down the road into my direction. Although
I have never heard of this happening, but what if the still lit
cigarette came in contact with the incredibly flammable gas and caused
some massive fire or explosion? How this doesn’t happen more often is
beyond me. After all, the cigarette is still lit by the time it gets to
the back of the person’s car. And I swear, if one of these times, I get
blown up by it, I will be very very pissed. And, if I survived, I would
hunt that son of a bitch down! And if I died, I would find away to get
them………….and if I couldn’t, than one of you poor people that
actually read this blog would just have to hunt the person down and
exact vengence on them…………..like, fine them $5 or something.

Mark and Amy came over for dinner tonight. John made chilli. Its always
good, but I still have always like my mom’s better, even though
everybody says John’s is way better. I can still taste her chilli too,
even though its been over 5 years since I had it. Shit, she left behind
a lot of other recipes, why couldn’t she leave that behind?

Our kitchen table is still not useable. John started stripping it
Monday night. He put a layer of stain on it last night. 4 hours later,
he added another layer. Its still not dry. Although the scratches are
still there, it looks way better then it did before.

Hot fucking damn, work was CRAZY CRAZY busy today. It started with our
main system being down, so we really couldn’t work. Now, the first day
after a holiday is always very busy, but this made it worse. We had to
tell everybody to call back later in the day. At one point, we had over
60 calls holding. It was nuts. It was pretty much non stop for almost
the whole day. I didn’t get much reading done at all. It sucked.

I have slipped into 3rd place in my fantasy basketball league. Yes,
thats right, people………….I’m a fantasy sports nerd. I have been
in either first or second place since the start of the season. I woke
up yesterday and was in 3rd place. I have made some moves to help me
gain back my place at the top, hopefully, they will pan out. The good
news, is that I’m not far down.

I had a bunch of shit to do today. First, I went to the liquor store to
purchase beer for New Years. I decided on a 1/4 keg, which was still
almost $50. Its 4 cases of beer, so we should be able to at least come
close to finishing it, and if we do finish it, we can send somebody for
back-up beer.

After that, I went to Blockbuster to purcahse the Simpson’s 5th season
DVD. They only had 2 left, so I was lucky to get one. Because of the
gift card, it only cost me $28 instead of $48. Next, I had to head to
the mall.

The mall was packed, but with lots of hot guys. WOOOOOHOOOOO!!! I
walked past one of those video game dealy things in the middle of the
mall. They had Super Mario Bros.! I just had to play it for a few
minutes. The worker guy came up to me and said if I press the red
button, I could choose another game. I did this and it restarted my
game! BASTARD!

The reason I was at the mall was to buy a new calender. Because its the
last week of the year, it was 50% off. So, it only cost me about $6.
Cool

After the mall, I had to go to Jewel to pick up Pepsi. Also, Roseann
wanted me to pick up some sort of cleany wipey things. I was unable to
find exactly what she was looking for, but got her something very
similar. I got home and she had told me that she had sent John to the
store to get them. She had also called Kelli to try to track me down.
Both of this pissed me off. Why ask me to get the dam things if you are
only going to send John for them? Also, I don’t like the idea of her
tracking me down. If she has my friend’s phone numbers (or even work
numbers) she will call me for stupid things, like to tell me that some
washed up celebrity died (she does this with John………..she has
done this several times “John? Did you know Charles Bronson died?)
which would just drive me nuts. Did I know the celebrity? Then why do I
care? And the bad part is that its usually things we already know, she
is usually the last person to find out about these things.

John is trying to repaint our kitchen table. He is in the process of
stripping it. He is using some very potent stripper (is that what its
called?) and it smells like oranges.

Well, I had a pretty interesting night.

For starters today, I went to Brian and Rene’s for Chinese food. Rene
invited everybody, but myself and the Johnson’s were the only ones able
to make it. I didn’t leave until after the Bears game ( I still don’t
understand that fucking call…………I mean, honestly…….he was
in bounds for cryin out loud). I arrived about 3:45ish. I walked in and
Corina and Logan were very excited to show me all of the toys they got
for Christmas. They had these…………..uh……….what were they
called? Super Boopers? Oh, I don’t know. But, you put them on and beat
the crap out of each other. It was cool. I would have loved to have had
these when I was growing up. Shit, I would love to have them now.
Anywho, I had them on fighting the twins with them. For a 4 year old,
Logan can punch pretty hard. After a while, Keith showed up with their
kids and Nicole joined in.

They also had this rather large Spider Man flying disc thing. We blew
it up and threw it back and forth at each other. The kids loved it. I
would love to be able to play with this thing outside………….I bet
we can get quite a distance on it.

We ordered from Golden Chopsticks. Brian and I went to pick it up. We
had all sorts of different foods. The won ton soup was very good, as
was the beef teriakyi (spelling please). But, the Mongolian Beef was by
far the best. This stuff was VERY VERY VERY VERY good. It was like
“Hello Mongolian beef…………where have you been all my life?”

I got home about 7. I watched a little tv before going online, which is
where thigns got interesting. The one dude that I chatted with only one
time before, IMed me. He lives here in Romeoville and starts talking a
little dirty. I’m all for that, but then he asks me if I want to get
together with him. Tonight. For sex. A part of me was interested and up
for it. But, common sense was telling me otherwise. On the other hand,
my now raging erection was begging to be answered. The dude wanted to
come over. I just did not feel comfortable letting a complete stranger
in my house to “get busy” with me. Plus, I don’t even know this guy at
all……..but, I knew I could be safe. We continued chatting, even
talking about hooking up tonight in a neutral location, but in the end,
he didn’t want to and my sanity finally came back to me.

The whole time, I was chatting with another guy who I like and I
thought he was cool. I was telling him all about the other dude
(looking back on it, that was dumb of me to even mention it, but I was
taken aback by the horny dude’s suggestions) because I needed some
feedback on this situation. Nevertheless, he seems interested me, at
least from a sexual stand point and very understandably did not like me
talking about fucking some other guy. After a while, I stopped chatting
with the horny due and focused on the other guy. We were just generally
talking about sex and flirting back and forth………..being goofy. He
gave me his number and said he wants me to call him when I’m ready. I
was all for it, because he seems like a fun guy and I want to get to
know him better. But, he got a little weird about it. He told me he
wanted me to call him in 20 minutes. I said I was busy at the time, so
I couldn’t call him. He didn’t belive this.

Now, in the course of this conversation, another dude that I was very
interested in about a month ago, all of sudden IMed me out of the blue.
I had emailed this guy and had not heard anything back. I just assumed
that he had moved on or wasn’t interested anymore. But, here he is, and
I’m chatting with him, thinking that I might call him tonight.

Getting back to the other dude now. He is all of a sudden getting pushy
telling me that if I don’t call him within 20 minutes, he will never
chat with me again. Ok, thats smart. Give me an ultimatum.The thing is,
I was giving serious consideration to calling him at some point
tonight, its  just that I wanted also to talk to Kevin (dude from
the previous paragraph……..its easier to use names) too. But he
started getting all weird and shit, saying that he did not want to play
games. I had given him some funny (or so I thought they were funny)
excuses as to why I couldn’t call him right now. What can I say, I
wasn’t playing games, but instead just being goofy. If you know me, you
know what I’m talking about. Well, he thought that I was playing games
and he gets sorta upset about this. He said that he is going to be
leaving and if I don’t call him within the next 20 minutes, he is never
going to chat with me again. I initally thought he was kidding. But, he
told me he was serious. So, now, what the fuck? I like him too. He is a
cutie and seems like a lot of fun, but now he pulls shit like that. He
was also drunk at the time, so I hope that had something to do with it,
but I just don’t know.

I did, however, call Kevin. I called him about 11:20. He told me he
could only talk until midnight, because he had to get up early. We
spoke for an hour and a half. He seems like a really cool guy, but he
didn’t seem to laugh at my jokes…………I guess thats ok, not
everybody finds me funny. Actually, he reminds me of Scooty in a way,
so if Scooty’s stuck up attitude continues, I think we can replace him
with Kevin, who does not have the same ego Scooty does. Anywho, I’m
supposed to call Kevin tomorrow night. Should be cool.

And to add even more to this, a guy I used to chat with a long time ago
all of a sudden started chatting with me again last night. He gave me
his number and I was supposed to call him tonight,
but……………..I will call him tomorrow.

I’m in a pretty good mood. This makes me feel good.

I thought this was an interesting story. Just goes to show you that homosexuality is normal.

TOKYO (AFP) –

Researchers have found a number of same-sex pairs of penguins at
aquariums in Japan, with an imbalance between the numbers of male and
female birds suspected to be the cause, a report said.

AFP Photo

A research group led by Keisuke Ueda,
professor of behavioral ecology at Rikkyo University in Tokyo, found
about 20 same-sex pairs at 16 major aquariums and zoos, Kyodo news
agency said.

Penguins in captivity “may be more likely
to form same-sex pairs” due to the difficulty of finding partners of
the opposite sex because breeding facilities in Japan only have an
average of 20 birds, the agency quoted Ueda as saying.

It is not known if the frequency of homosexuality is higher than in the wild, where telling the sexes apart is tough, he said.

Many of the gay male pairs and two of the female pairs were seen performing mounting behavior, it said.

I think this would be a good segway (spelling please). Former NFL star
Reggie White died today. Allow me to explain why not only is this a
good thing, but I can make it be controversial. Lets start with why I’m
not exactly sad he died. He nickname was “The Minister of Defense”
because, not only was he a great defensive player, but he was also an
ordainded minister and a VERY VERY big bible beater. That being said,
he HATED gays. He also had some issues with other sinners as well. I
don’t remember exactly when ( I want to say about 5 years ago) he made
some remarks about gays that were not………..very nice. How can he
claim to be a Christian if he preaches hate towards a group of society?
Isn’t the basic message of Christianity is to love everybody?

Now here is where the controversy comes
in. The media. Why is it, when a bible beater such as Reggie White
dies, they talk about how tragic it is (he was 43, so I guess it is
sort of tragic) and how great of a guy he was, and how horrible it is?
Like Jerry Falwell, this guy preached hate. The way I see it, any death
of somebody that preaches hate is not a bad thing. George Carlin
brought up a good point in his book. When somebody is a good Christian,
the media thinks highly of him, but if another person is, say, a person
that believes in UFOs, they are disregarded and not taken seriously.
Its like, if you are Christian, you are automatically a “great person”
and seem to hold more importance than those of us that are not
Christian. Sure, I suppose Reggie White probably made some positive
contributions to society ( I hear he was big into charities), for which
he should be commended. But, lets also condem him for his preaching
hate, which should never be acceptable. Whenever somebody dies,
everybody always mentions only the good things and they forget all
about the bad things, the things that make them human and real. When I
go, I want people to be honest. Mention the good AND the bad. “Mike was
a fun, good hearted guy, but what a sore fucking loser.” The good and
bad is all a part of the person, its what makes the person who they
are. But, getting back to the bigger issue, the media. For once, can’t
you just present the news objectivley?

Tonight we went to Mark’s in law’s for dinner. The food was really
really good. Turkey, ham, mashed potatos, and that hashbrown cheesy
potato stuff they make. How tasty!

Amy’s sister Mandy was here from Florida. This was the first time I had
seen her in 2 years. She looked good, looks like she has lost weight.
If I were straight, I would be all over her.

After dinner, we played some games. The first game was something called
“shout about movies” at least I think that is the name of it. I bought
it for Mark for Christmas. It was $20. Its a dvd movie game. The thing
that really really really sucks, is that you can only play this thing 3
times. It has 3 games and thats it. We won the first one, lost the 2nd
one, and tied on the last one. And there was no tie breaker question.
Twenty damn dollars and no tie breaker! What a fucking jip!

After that, we played Mad Gab. That game is frustratingly fun. We had a
great time playing it. There is really no way to describe it, so, I
suggest you play it sometime. Unfortunetly, we got our asses kicked
playing it. Its was guys VS girls, and they smoked us like it aint no
thing.

Dave called us about 9PM. He was trying to get as many people on the
phone as he could so that he could do a group shot. He actually had
Heather on the line too, so there were about 6 where we were and 2
people on the phone, so it wound up being about 8 people. I elected not
to do a shot, I was still full from eating and I just did not want to
drink.

Allison’s fiance, Matt, showed up for a little bit. He is a cop, and he
was in uniform. Damn, he always looks good, but wow, he looks really
hot in uniform. What is it about a hot guy in uniform?

First of all, I just want to say happy birthday to Liam!!!! YOU
ROCK!!!! YOU ARE NOW LEGAL……………at least in terms of age of
consent. I think you should find the nearest gay hooker 
and…………..well, I think I will just stop right there.

Wow, now that I have sobered up, there are a few things I forgot about last night, which I will mention now.

While we were playing pool at my cousin’s house, by brother kept
mentioning that his tag on his shirt was making noise and distracting
him. I thought this was ridiculous, so I really made fun of him a lot
for it. Turns out, it wasn’t his tag, but instead a candy cane that he
had in his pocket of his shirt.

Speaking of candy cane’s, we had been given candy canes with numbers on
them as part of a raffle for a grab bag. My number didn’t get called. I
didn’t win. So, i drowned my sorrows in the bottle, which was the only
consolation I could get for my devastating loss. Ohhhhhh, the shame and
humiliation.

Anywho, I really grilled my cousin’s nephew. I asked him a million damn
questions. I was just waiting for him to get annoyed by me, but he
seemed fine with it, and dare I say, even ammused. He is such a cutie
when he smiles. Too bad he is straight.

As we were leaving, I went into my cousin’s 10 year old son’s room to
say goodbye. I saw he had Cubs sheets and a Cubs pillow case. I told
him it was cool and asked him where he got it from. He said he had an
extra one and gave it to me, but told me to hide it in my coat so his
dad didn’t see me taking it out. Heheheheheh, how cool. I know his dad
would be upset if he found out that he gave it to me, so lets just keep
this between me, you, and the wandering eyes of the internet.

This morning was………..well…….I wasn’t really hung over. I
always have trouble sleeping when I’m drunk. I woke up about 6:40
(thats the time I normally get up for work) and could not fall back
asleep. It was compounded by the fact that my pain in the fucking ass
neighbor was pounding something outside. At 6:45AM. Christmas morning.
In 8 degree weather. I was fucking pissed, but so comfortable in my
warm and toasty bed that I just lied in bed, not doing a damn thing
about it. I found out later from John that he heard the same thing in
his room, so it kept him up as well. What a motherfucker. This guy is
always doing shit like that outside on Saturday mornings, but normally,
its not til about 8:30 or 9. We never had this problem when Faye lived
there.

Eventually, I did fall back to sleep. I got up about 9:30ish, knowing I
had to do some dishes before making breakfast, as we were going to have
Mark and Amy over for breakfast. As you probably know, I’m not a chef
at all, but I do make some things. I made the corn beef hash, pancakes,
and Texas Toast (although, I did just put that in the oven) and John
made the eggs, as I have no idea how to make eggs……………shit, I
can’t even crack them.

During breakfast, we had a disussion about The Da Vinci code and
religon. Seems, Mark and Amy are starting to believe a little bit more
the way I believe about religon. We actually had a long conversation
about it. It was cool. I always thought Amy did not think very highly
of me, (although, I still think this might be true) she made a comment
that made me thing otherwise. She said that usually, when I debate
things, I can come up with facts off  the top of my head that are
usually right. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I usually make those
facts up…………….ok, just kidding, I don’t make them up.

We opened presents about 11:30ish. Mark got me what looks to be a
really cool baseball book which chronicles 20th century American
history as it co-incides with baseball. I also got a Simpsons shirt,
the SNL Best of Phil Harman dvd (Phil Hartman rules!), along
with…………….ahhhhh hell, nobody really gives a shit what I
got………….not that you don’t care, but lets be honest, its boring
to hear about what people got for Christmas. Lets just say I got a
bunch of stuff and end it at that.

This afternoon I did one of the dumbest things I have ever done. My
brother was making cream puff and he was using Hershey’s cocco to make
the filling. Anywho, it looked good, so I decided to eat a teaspoon of
it. Bad idea. Not only did it not taste very good, it was also very
very very very dry. And it seemed to stick in my mouth. After about 30 seconds, I started to choke on it. Nasty.

We went to my cousin’s house for Christmas eve tonight. Good times, as
always. The food was very good, my aunt always makes these salami
things with sour cream and cream cheese (at least, I think thats whats
in them) and I LOVE them. They taste really really good. John made
eggplant pramasean, but I don’t like it, so I never eat it. Everything
else was great, includiing the soutcrout (spelling please) soup and the
sourkrat meatballs. It was all delisious.

My cousin in law’s  hot ass nephew was there. I spent most of the
night talking to him. He had been recently kicked out of the military
for one of several reasons. If you ask my cousin in law, it was for
drinking on base, if you ask  him, it was for being late to a
meeting or something like that. Anywho, I spent a good portion of the
night asking him tons of questions about his experience in the Air
Force. I guess he spent 10 months in there and acutally got to spend
quite some time in Europe. It was very interesting to hear him talk
about all of it. Now, he has a job cleaning barges. He is so hot
though, although he looks like he wil be fat in a couple of years.

After desert, I noticed that they had about half a bottle of white
zinfindel left. They told me they wanted me to help finish stuff, so i
ate a lot and decided to drink some wine. Half a bottle later, I was
drunk! We headed home, and as we were walking in the door, I heard a
horn honk. It was Dave and Kelli. I invited Dave in and we did a quick
shot. I have drank about 2 glasses of wine since I got home. I’m pretty
damn hammered right now. I don’t know what it is about religious
holidays that brings out the alcoholic in me. Not that I drink all that
often. Also, this is the first Christmas I have
drank……………what can I say, though…………..the blood of
Christ went down really easy tonight. Ahhhhhh fuck, I’m so driunk right
now, I hope most of this is at least readable. Damn!! Its not that I
even drank a lot, its just that the wime was so damn potent.