January 30, 2005

• I had to get my oil changed today. I love Jiffy Lube……….they
  always have the hottest guys working there and there is something about
  the words Jiffy Lube that sounds hot. The first dude I saw was a blond
  haired cutie with really nice lips………you know the kind……..its
  the kind of lips that make it seem like he has a big dick. And he had
  this great smile. Anywho, he tried telling me my fuel injectors were
  dirty and needed to be cleaned and there was some other part that was
  rusty. I don’t know if this was the case, but I think they might have
  noticed it yesterday when they fixed what ever it was that they fixed.

  I spoke to Danel today. She is on some sort of religious kick, which, is
  frustrating. She and I used to be so vulgar, we would bring out the
  vulgarity in each other. She used to swear more often than anybody this
  side of my mother, but now that is no longer the case. Our whole
  friendship was based on us making fun of each other and saying crude,
  yet fun things to each other. She has changed so much since she got
  involved with this little “get rich over a gradual time” scheme. She
  has become really cocky and arrogant about things, and now that she
  has……….well, for lack of a better term, found God (although she
  always was at least semi-religious , she has gone to church every week
  for years) she just has this “I’m going to heaven and you’re not” type
  of attitude. Call me selfish, but I want the old Danel
  back………..the one that I used to have so much fun with.

  While I was talking to her, Scooty called and said that he needed help
  moving a ping pong table that weighs 240lbs into his house. Why do
  people always call the weak guy when heavy shit needs to be moved?
  Anywho, he wanted to meet me at his house between 3:30 and 3:45. Me
  always being early, arrived right at 3:31. He, of course, was not there
  yet. I sat in the car listening to the Stones while reading their CD
  booklet for “Forty Licks.” Finally, about 3:46,  during Ruby
  Tuesday, he arrived with his girlfriend. Mark actually pulled up at the
  same time. Scooty said they had a hard time getting the table into the
  van, so he didn’t think it would be easy. And, it was just the 3 of
  using moving it. Much to our suprise, though, it actually went very
  very well. It was easy to get out of the van and not nearly as heavy as
  I thought it would be. Once we got it inside, we took it apart and
  moved it into the basement.

  After that I went over to my cousin’s house for his son’s 1st birthday
  party. When I walked in, neither my cousin nor his pregnant wife were
  there. My brother, who is my cousin’s best friend, told me that my
  cousin’s wife had started bleeding and they had to take her to the
  hospital, so sadly, the parents missed their kid’s first birthday
  party. The whole night, there was a somberness to the party, but I
  think, for the most part, everybody had a good time. As it turns out,
  the placenta has moved toward the cervix (whatever that means, its not
  good) and she is going to be in the hospital at least a few days. They
  are giving her steroids to help the baby’s lungs. They said if the
  bleeding doesn’t stop, she will have to deliver the baby, which is not
  good at all seeing as she is not due until May 24. The doctors were
  pretty honest in saying that they don’t give the baby any chance if he
  is born now. In fact, Harriet (my cousin Tony’s wife) is in danger as
  well. About 8:30PM, my cousin got home, and although he was talkative,
  he was understandably saddened. My brother is staying there tonight
  with him in case he gets a call, then John can stay home with the kids.
  Lets hope for the best.

  I spent a good portion of the night talking to my cousin Matt. I had
  not seen him in a while, and it looked like he lost weight. He was
  suprised to notice my belly has gone down and said I looked good. I
  told him I had given birth to a boy and now I felt pretty damn good.
  Matt, his dad, and I were watching the Bulls game and talking about
  when Matt went to the Bulls basketball academy about 11 years ago.
  It  sounded pretty cool, I would have loved to have done something
  like that.

  The food was very good. Harriet’s mom is full Polish and can really
  good some good ass food. In fact, she made her perogis and stuffed
  cabbage from scratch. Good stuff. And the Polish sausage………..man,
  that was really good too. Of course, I LOVE Polish sausage, they are
  usually really big, but I also love to eat it too.

  I was talking to my cousin’s 10 year old step-son towards the end of
  the night. Nomally, I goof around with the kids and say funny things to
  them, but tonight, I had somewhat of a serious conversation with him.
  He was telling me all about his dad, whom I have never met. He told me
  that he likes NASCAR, country music, has pick-up truck, and likes to
  hunt. Gee, I wonder what type of person he is? I asked him if his dad
  voted for Bush and he said he didn’t know. He said that if he had been
  able to vote, he would have voted for “Kenny” which I corrected him on
  and said it was Kerry. He said that he wouldn’t have voted for Bush
  because Bush gave the middle finger to a TV camera and would have voted
  for Kerry because he “thinks its ok to stick a needle in a woman’s
  stomach and kill the baby” which he said was a lie and Kerry doesn’t
  think thats ok. I asked what he thought about war and he said “what,
  you mean World War 1?” I said no and told him a more recent war and he
  replied with “you mean the British war, or the Civil War”. Now, I know
  what you must be thinking, that I’m crazy to talk to a kid about this
  sort of thing, but I just wanted to know what a kid’s impression of all
  of this would be. I asked him if he had heard of the Iraq war and he
  said he had, and that he wants to fight in a war. John and I explained
  to him that war is not like it is in video games and that once you die,
  you are dead. He understood this, but still thought it would be cool to
  be in a war. Man, the innocence of children.

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