Ice Cream! Ice Cream! I scream for Ice Cream

I was walking downstairs from my apartment and before I reached the outside door I heard a familiar sound. A sound everyone who grew up in America can recognize. The Ice Cream Truck! I say The because we all know there is only one. Kinda like Santa Claus, everywhere all at once. I know it may look different each time but it's like the department store santas. They may look dissimilar but we know it's Santa here to bring us joy.

And the little boy in my squealed with delight and I felt the urge to bolt out the door running full speed down the street yelling Ice Creaaaaam at the top of my lungs!

I resisted. And now I'm sad. Let down. Like when I was a child I couldn't get money from mom fast enough and by the time I reached the street the music and the truck were a fading memory turning the corner out of reach, not to be back until tomorrow or if it was early enough on a summer day later that night just after dinnertime.

So many of the things from our childhood are dissapearing. Due to technology or due to the fact parents are too afraid to let there kids outside. I hope The Ice Cream Truck is never one of them.

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Atlanta or Bust

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I'm sitting in the back of a Jeep Grand Cherokee in Kentucky headed east on I24 towards Nashville. Being up for almost 24 hours after 2 hours sleep is making this a surreal experience.

Update: We're now 3 hours from Atlanta and three of the five passengers are asleep. At least intermittently. I'm crazy tired but getting re- psyched up about the game. AC/DC is on the radio. Dirty Deeds. Dirt Done Cheap.

43 hours to go

Yes. That's right. First pitch of the new season is thrown in 43 hours. Baseball season that is. Cubs Baseball. The only baseball i follow The only baseball that matters.

I get to put on my cubbie blue for the first time this year. It's already making me smile. Cubbie blue, baseball, sunshine. Beer, friends, hot dogs, cheering fans, happiness.

The Cubs start off their season in Atlanta against the Braves. And I will be there. With my jersey on and my spirits high. Baseball is my religion. Wrigley field is my Mecca.

I'm currently at working, my shift ending at 7am and I start again at 1p tomorrow to work 12 hours and then jump in my car for the 12 plus hour ride. My travelling companions will be The Whorenado and her boyfriend. That should be interesting. We're stopping in Kentucky to pick up Aborama and her boy friend Kentucky. He is what you think of when you think of Kentucky. Then is 6 more hours to heaven. Have a hotel room reserved to freshen up, suit up, and stock up on booze.

Maybe I'll be able to post through my hangover on the way back.

Go Cubbies!

Don't let this post fool you

There are misadventures to be told but first, I have to tell you how truly beautiful it is here. I'm sitting in Duke's in Wakiki, well shaded, and staring out at palm trees, ocean, and surfers. Now they are mostly people learning to surf because the surf here is very tame so you will have to remove visions of surfers riding a giant barrell. You'll have to go to the North Shore for that.

The food here is not any more expensive than Chicago and probably cheaper than downtown. $9.95 for a chicken ceasar salad. And $5.50 for one of their home brewed beers on tap. The crowd here s decidedly touristy. Families, groups of grey hairs, groups of 20-30 somethings, but not nearly as many young couples as I would have suspected. And not a local in the lot. Half the waitstaff look like teeny boppers. Actually all the waitstaff look like teeny boppers but I can tell that half of the are over 20. I don't know why the other half aren't in school.

Now for the food, the chicken on the ceasar was hot off the grill, tender and full of flavor. Which was good because the salad was fairly flavorless. The Parmesan was fresh grated, a definite plus, but the dressing what there was of it was tasteless. They served what I believe was garlic foccacia bread that looked to good to resist and tasted too good to regret. The young woman at the table ordered a dessert that was bigger than her head. But as I look over it is almost gone. Ice cream cake is what I think it was. It will be two pounds on her thighs that she will compllain about when she gets home from vacation.

Aloha

In Hawaii

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I'm in Hawaii for my friend That Drunk Girl's wedding. I'm staying at the Aqua Wakiki Wave hotel which a small botique-ish hotel. The room is pretty stylish but the view is of a parking garage. But it is a unique parking garage where you pull into an elevator that goes up to your floor then sideways to your space. So pretty cool. I may have to park there just to check it out.

I'm off to find some food. Before driving off to TDG's place for dinner and drinks. Why eat first? Did I mention that there would be drinks? That and I'm starving. Only a $9 sandwich on the plane a few hours ago and dinner isn't for at least 90 minutes.

To make a short story long...

I study SCRABBLE words. Because, at times, I'm a dork. And I have a love for words and language, all languages, always have. Today I was studying 7 letter words that contain 5 vowels. And came across ABOULIA. Aboulia is the lack of will power. It is now the official word of the day and one of my favorite words of all time. For many reasons, but especially because I am currently, as always complete aboullic. My friends will attest to this. It is quite well known that I have the world's most twistable arm.

I worked night shift last night, finishing up about 7:30am, then working out, then signing up for some crazy fitness challenge at work, then studying insane words, then finally getting to bed about 10:30 and falling asleep around 11ish. Then woke up at 3:30, late to pick up my daughter, Monkey.

Will skip the Monkey part for now. I dropped her off about 7:30pm and headed home with the only thought of being in bed by 9pm as I have to be at work again at 7am. But the gods conspire against me, and as I am in my car driving home dream of sleep my phone rings. It is Horsecock. One of my good friends who is also quite possibly the devil himself. Hanging out with horsecock is always an adventure, but rarely wise. I answer the phone, "I swear you have the ability to know when I am weak. You are the ultimate predator, able to sense when someone is weak and susceptible to attack". "So, I take it you are weak?" I am always weak. But today especially, although I am tired, which makes my arm more twistable, I am also bored with life. You can almost hear the twisting. Of course Horsecock has a sweet at one of the hipper hotels in Chicago, comped by work naturally, on one of the warmest days of the year so far. And this hotel just happens to have a bar on the roof. Oh, my poor arm.

So I am off to my doom, with a smile on my face. I took time to write this because it was easier than sending a text to those who need to know. You know who you are. Call me at 5:45 and yell at me to get into my car. Once I find it of course.

Good night and good luck.

Happy Green Day To You

I hope your St. Patrick's Day is joyous and worthy of a blog post. I however will be working. I expect all sorts of recockulous drunks to end up in my ER by night's end. I just hope they are amusing and cute. I'm not in the mood for obnoxious tonight.

Good night and good luck

In the meantime

I had a great time last night, but my body apparently got hit by a truck. Even now I feel a bit dodgy. I was going to write about it but I am going to watch movies at Philarican's house. I told her I'd be there in 20 minutes about 25 min ago so I must go now and post later.

We are going to watch Amadeus.

Borrowed

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Seriously,

I'm about to talk about LOST. So if you haven't seen the most recent episode please go watch it now at abc.com and come back. We'll wait.

So now that we're all back together I'd like to say what everyone has been thinking. "What the fuck is going on?" Now this isn't the normal LOST what the fuck is going one that we felt during the first, and possibly the second and third seasons. No, this is why are these people ruining my life and making the past five years of my life pointless.

Now this week's episode was the best so far, but last week's episode had me wanting to poke my eyes out. The Sayid episode was quite painful. Maybe it got us where we wanted to go but it was painful to get through. It also had me shouting something I've shouted at the screen before, "Will someone please kill Ben Linus already!" Now this week's episode made us feel a little sorry for him but I'm pretty sure we would all be better off without him. I did feel we were moving forward with this episode. We may not have any answers yet but I at least feel we are getting closer. And although the style of the end of the episode was a little annoying it was signaling that we were going back to the beginning in more than one way and hopefully getting back to basics.

So I'm hopeful again for the first time in 6 weeks. Let's hope they keep it up.

Where do they all come from?

I'm apparently getting a whole lot of traffic on my site but my sitemeter is on the fritz. So I don't know why or from where all the traffic is coming from. I promise happier and more interesting posts soon. And I plan on getting my sitemeter working again, but in the meantime if you don't mind telling me in the comments how you found my site I'd appreciate it.

Test, Testing, Test One

It was a dark and stormy night. I'm wondering if I can post more blog posts if I dictate of questioning something to say before I dictate that way I can Matieson bumpers for right now I'm tired and want you can what the hell is this sometimes it dictates correctly sometimes it. Believe that I don't know if it's easier if I talk faster or do I talk slow are but it's all just got a nonsense and I just want something that works correctly. Thank you

I'm posting this without corrections are some Kisumu stuff is by time I read it I don't remember what it was supposed to say two I want you to know what this looks like this is done by dragon dictation for the iPhone and I hope that eventually it records everything correctly I think most of the contract worker somebody correct words are to do to Ingco audible pauses so I tried to do only inaudible pauses to see if that works better.

If it is 8:49 PM on Wednesday, December 22 freeze for Christmas 2009 and I am just wasting time because I want to work. Does anyone really wanted to work. I don't know I suppose this couple I currently not one of them Somersalmi job that I actually enjoy anyone knows about any of those please let

So it's official Dragon dictation cut you off if you go to long without stopping so apparently after this sentence or two Heydon way men do again so that you got shot tonight and did not

Okay I want to try that last phrase again because it should have been hard. Goodnight and good luck

Crazy Tired

Hope I can sleep. Yesterday I fell asleep on the couch from 10p to midnight and then got up and went to bed to discover that I could not sleep. At 1am I admitted defeat and got up, worked out, tried to put plastic over the living room windows-Fail, ordered a chicken sandwich, an italian sausage, and garlic bread. chicken sandwich is still in the fridge but I fear it is not long for this world.

I just got up and put said sandwich in the oven. Someone please remind me to go get it before it is charcoal.

Long story short I didn't fall asleep until 6am. I set my alarm for 11am because I am forever the optimist. I got out of bed at 2. Managed to do nothing of importance until 3, then I showered, shaved and cleaned my apartment. Okay I really just straightened up the living room, dining room and bedroom. Then managed to engage in some sexual activity and eat an amazing Jibarito sandwich from Papa Cache Sabroso. My greatest discovery of 2009 was that this place dellivers, and I did it with only 2 days left of the year. By the end of 2010 the will know my name and address by heart. I may even give them a house key so I don't have to go downstairs to open the door. The jibaritos will be, by far, the number one obstacle to me losing weight.

To answer the smart asses out there, you know who you are, the sexual activity of which I speak was indeed with someone other than myself. The lovely lady in question is normally a stay-the-night'er but alas she has left so I am sad. But it is probably a good thing because last night's workout has left my quads sore, and me unable to fully extend my right arm, and I'm sure the left arm will join the right by morning. So I probably would have been much good to her, although I was able to have sex two days after I dislocated my shoulder so I probably could struggle through.

My chicken sandwich is ready to eat so I will see you kids later.

Ahh, to be this creative

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And that is how it's done

Living in the city has advantages and disadvantages but I've come to realize that the think I dislike most about the city is one of the things that suburbanites hate about the city.

Parking.

They will complain about how they have to pay an arm and a leg or how they can never find parking in front of their favorite club. Take a cab like everyone else. Douche. We know that in Downtown or Lincoln Park anything within 2 blocks is rock star parking.

No, what I'm complaining about is not being able to park in front of my own damn HOUSE! There used to be parking in front of my house until the yuppies with their 2 or 3 cars moved into my neighborhood. Then the next block over got zoned parking, so if I get home after 9pm I am doomed to park a block or more away. Bastards!

But to all the suburbanites, townies, and country folk who can't parallel park to save their lives I just want to say...


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That's how it's done.

I have a monopoly on feeling crappy right now

It's 12:30am and I've been at work for 3 1/2 hours and I have 6 1/2 to go. I've been up since about noon yesterday. I have a headache, upset stomach and body aches. Unfortunately I think this is more due to drinking like an idiot yesterday than anything else. I am tired as hell and time is moving slower than molasses in January.

The Matador had a baby today. His initials are BJ. I'm sure he'll love that in high school.


Ate some good food last night. Sai Cafe. At Armitage and Sheffield. High end sushi at moderate prices. I highly recommend sitting at the sushi bar, the chefs are friendly and make great recommendations about food and sake. Try the creamy octopus. Tastes way better than it sounds.

Time to get back to work

Good Night and Good Luck

Fear and loathing in every corner of my life

Things really aren't that bad, there are women who like me and want to spend more time with me but I don't pursue them the way I should and don't know why.

What I do know is that I'm angry all the time. Angry at traffic, angry at traffic tickets, angry at people who say LOL out loud. If you are talking you are not laughing so shut the fuck up. Angry at people who want the government to buy their Motrin for them. Angry at the people who text due when they mean do. Angry at my ex-wife who is once again going on vacation with my daughter over Christmas break. Taking her to Italy. And apparently if they don't go during that time frame the trip doesn't happen and my daughter misses the opportunity to travel to one of the most beautiful and historic countries in the world on someone else's dime. So rather than be an asshole and say no I'm the asshole who has to spend Christmas with out the one person on this planet I do not hate.

Yes, I hate people. All people. My loathing of the human race has reached an all time high. I can't stand that as a society we have lost the knowledge of how to treat a fever without a trip to the ER. That every time your child hits it's head hard enough to leave a bump we have to irradiate his/her head in a CT scanner, just so we can sleep better. Yeah, you'll sleep better when your child is getting chemo for brain cancer or is developmentally delayed because you fried his/her damn brain.

And why can't we speak English? I may have to move to Oxford and sweep floors for a living just so I can here people speak the Queen's.

The abbreviations and shortcuts that we have created are destroying us. People wonder if we will end up making androids and machines that will take over the world. We already have. They are called cell phones, computers, DVD player's. When was the last time you read a damn book. When was the last time I finished a book. I have more unfinished books in my house than the average teenager, who throws down the assigned book after two chapters, if not two pages, in search of the Cliff notes or the DVD. Americans used to aspire to be better than the last generation, now we aspire to be lazier. How can I get more, oh yes we still want more, while doing less. Everybody looks for the shortcut. If you learned anything from childhood it should be that shortcuts only get you muddy shoes and ripped jeans.

The shame now is that our kids don't even play outside. They don't run through the neighbor's yard, or climb that tree they aren't supposed to, or play kick the can in the alley. They don't play. Only inside. Only on their computers. And only when they get bored with Facebook and Youtube.

Get your kids off the fucking couch.

No me importa

There is more story to tell you but I am good and tired and really don't care right now. I have to work tomorrow for the first time since I dislocated my shoulder and I am sooooo excited.

Wish me luck