April 17, 2005

• Wow, I actually went two days without updating, which is a long time
  for me. Anywho, I will start with Friday. I was offer another position
  at work. It very similar to my current job, in fact, its a latteral
  move, with no bump in pay. The thing is, the only choose the best for
  this position, and its a highly visable job. I have been told that when
  one gets offered this postion, its not good to turn it down. Its also a
  very good way to move up quicker, in fact, I think I would move up a
  level within about 90 days. All of this made up my mind for me, as
  Monday I will tell them I’m taking it. I took a big pay cut from AAA,
  so I need to move up as soon as I can, which means I should be doing
  everything I can do work my way up. All the managers and big wigs (at
  least, the big wigs that know about me) like me and think very highly
  of me, so I can’t see me not moving up more within the next 6 months or
  so.

  Last night, I went to Uvon’s. Parking was a COMPLETE and utter bitch.
  It litterly took over 45 minutes to find a spot. In fact, I had to park
  even further away then normal, which sucked ass. I brought my road
  journal, my road pics, and my dads road pics. For those of you that
  don’t know, back in the day, Dave, Jt and I used to take a lot of road
  trips together, and I have a written journal and a picture journal I
  kept. After my mom died, and after I had been keeping my journals, we
  found a picture journal that my dad had from when he and his 3 friends
  took road trips……..it was from back in 1948! I shit you not, it was
  from 19-fucking-48, before there was even an interstate. Can you even
  imagine road trips back then? No power steering. No power braking. No
  AC in the car. Cruise control? Whats that? Shit, I don’t even think
  cars had FM radio back then. Still its one of the things that connects
  me to my dad. And I love those trips, and wish we could still tke them.
  It was great to look back at those pics and think back about those
  trips, although to be honest, it couldn’t have been much fun for Uvon.
  It really got both of us in a mood for a road trip, though.

  Last night while looking for parking, I noticed that my brakes are
  squeaking again, which really pisses me off to no end. After all, I
  just had them fixed MAYBE 3 weeks ago. I didn’t drive my car much today
  and they didn’t make any noise, so maybe, just maybe, there was just
  water on the breaks.

  I went over to my cousin Tony’s house today to play beanbags. Before we
  started playing, I was shooting hoops with Tony’s son and step son,
  both 10 years old. Tony’s son, Nick, is a total whiner. BITCH BITCH
  BITCH! I know kids can be like that sometimes, but he is awful about
  it. We played horse, and he just kept complaining and pouting. His step
  brother, Dillon, was not like that at all, he was very laid back and
  fun. But Nick, he kept running off the court and pouting, it was so
  annoying. Later on, we played 2 on 2 (me and a 9 year old girl that
  lives up the street) and Nick kept pouting about every little damn
  thing. It was driving me nuts. And his dad hates when he acts like that
  too, so its not like his dad is accepting of that sort of behavior. He
  just needs to learn to be a better sport and stop whining. He needs to
  be like his step brother.

  As for beanbags,  at first, it was just Tony, Mark, John and I.
  Mark and I were on the same team, and we started off badly, we were
  down 11-0 (games go up to 21) but then we caught fire and wound up
  winning. Next, it was Tony and I, and we won again. Then, Tony’s
  neighbor, Tom, showed up. We started playing again, and it was Tony and
  I against Mark and John. I was throwing against Mark and it wound up
  being a very close game. The game was tied 20-20 when Mark and I were
  about to throw. I said it was 20-20 like the newsmag show, and I said
  “will I throw like myself, or like Diane Sawyer?” Lets just put it this
  way, for most of the rest of the afternoon, they were calling me Diane.

  After awhile, another neighbor, Vic, showed up with his 14 year old
  son. I used to play basketball with Vic about 10 years ago at the rec
  center. He is a very good guy, and very respectful, doesn’t talk much
  trash. His son, on the other hand, is quite the yapper. He and I played
  a game and won. He started shooting around on the court and started
  calling me old timer and asking me if I wanted to play. I was in the
  middle of a game of beanbags, but this kid kept right on talking. So, I
  agreed to play, but I had to balance between the 2 games. He said we
  would play up to 5. He was pretty quick, and good for 14. The whole
  time, he jaws were flappin. Talking so much trash. I fell behind 3-2,
  but knew I would win. After all, I had him right where I wanted him,
  knowing he would underestimate me. Plus, I was still concentrating on
  beanbags. Tony didn’t like the fact that I was doing both, in fact, he
  tried booting me from the beanbags game. I tried telling the kid I had
  to finish up my beanbags game, but he kept talking. So, I quickly
  scored the next 3 points and shut him up, until he started playing
  beanbags with us.

  We also played some 2 on 2, it was me and Tom (Tony’s neighbor, he was
  the dude that did my roof) against some dude named Eric and the kid. We
  eventually lost, but the score keeping was so fucked up. The kid was
  pretty damn aggressive and physical, he kept pushing and fouling me,
  but I would just give it right back to him. Normally, I try not to be
  too physical, but if somebody wants to get physical, I have no problem
  dishing it right back out. I know it sounds bad, me being almost 30 and
  he being 14, but not only was he only an inch or 2 shorter than me, he
  was only about 10 pounds lighter, and if you are going to talk trash
  and want to play, I sure as hell aint gonna go easy on you.

  We also grilled some burgers, dogs and chicken breasts, it was all very
  good. They had some grean beans and some other stuff that I can’t
  remember. Tony’s pregnant wife, Harriet, did all the cooking and did a
  damn fine job with it. It all turned out very good considering it was
  all done on short notice. It was a great day, and I hope we have more
  like this over this summer.

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