The funny thing about Californians is that they are so used to easy weather that when an odd occurrence such as a tornado warning comes everyone immediately says, "Don't worry...it's not gonna hit." or "I'll believe when I see it..." Which is absolutely absurd because a tornado is crazy as hell.
Me, being a Californian but having had the chance to live in the Midwest and south, I know first hand what tornadoes can do. The devastation it can cause in only minutes. Whole towns wiped off the surface like that. It's amazing. I haven't witnessed anything like losing a house or loved one due to but again I have seen the damage up close. So when I hear a tornado warning is near my ears perk RIGHT up. I begin the break down, first think of the safest place to hide in case. Second, call my girlfriend up and make sure she's aware and knows what to do.
Well it turned out to be only by beach cities but like my grand pappy always says, "Better safe then sorry."
Still, I can't help but wonder what a blunder L.A. would be in if something like a medium sized tornado tore through...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Stranger
Dear Jeremy -
Hello stranger. I don't think you'd remember us by face and neither do us you, but we know you name like the stains on our pants when we found out what you did to our brother. I hope you are living well and I hope you are innocent even though the cops say maybe. I'd like to ask though, why did you ask him to go to California? You were only following God's plans yet we would have liked to have had more time with our brother.
Hello stranger. I don't think you'd remember us by face and neither do us you, but we know you name like the stains on our pants when we found out what you did to our brother. I hope you are living well and I hope you are innocent even though the cops say maybe. I'd like to ask though, why did you ask him to go to California? You were only following God's plans yet we would have liked to have had more time with our brother.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Before we knew
Here I am with my favorite aunt Barbara. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen this picture before this blog and as I'm sitting here looking at it I can't help but to think, "Wow, that was before we knew" By we I mean us as kids. I know by the time I was born my aunt had already had parry after parry with the realities of this harsh life.Maybe my down turn view is due to being laid off and recently leaving my dama, but try as I may to stay positive keep moving forward, I can't help but look at this picture and wonder how silly and awesome my thoughts were then. I mostly likely wanted nothing other than attention and adventure which is what I'm told I always sought after.
Adventure = troubles = spanking
I can still remember how scared and how much I hated getting in trouble. From the "go to your room and wait til you dad comes home" speech to the "which belt?" question from my dad. haha. sometimes, I'd wear extra underwear to add padding. Never worked. I'll tell you what though. I pushed the limits all the time. I did everything I could. As I got older I got in less trouble but the consequences became pricier and the stakes grew. Sometimes it's fun and sometimes it's plain ol' depressing, but I guess it's apart of who I am. I question everything and challenge everyone.
So here I am now, 27 and unemployed, and I am facing the void once again. This time my mom won't scold me and my dads belts are worn and lost. I'm still scared that I am going to make the wrong choice here as if the next step I take is going to be off a cliff, but I think the point is that if I fall I will land somewhere else new and unwary of my nuisance. So here's to it.......................................I just wish It could be simple like "stop sucking your thumb or else I'm going to put jalapenos on them.." I TELL YOU!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
No job havin' blues...
I'm about 3 days away from writing my very own country song...this is madness. Could my luck be any better? 6 months of drama and alpha male egotistically b.s. from a marine crazed boss and I get laid off 2 weeks before insurance begins.....
Anyway, I guess I'll just count my blessings for what they are. The job wasn't great and the pay was only decent. So yeah, I'll be glad that I have the opportunity to find something else more suited to me. Problem is, we are going to through what most people call a "recession". What am I supposed to do with that? If I have to put one more application in I'll start chokin' people. Two at a time. One in each hand.
So like I said, I am this close to sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of black label and a pen and paper. Then again I guess I just have to hope something will come up. Everything will work out. It has to.
Anyway, I guess I'll just count my blessings for what they are. The job wasn't great and the pay was only decent. So yeah, I'll be glad that I have the opportunity to find something else more suited to me. Problem is, we are going to through what most people call a "recession". What am I supposed to do with that? If I have to put one more application in I'll start chokin' people. Two at a time. One in each hand.
So like I said, I am this close to sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of black label and a pen and paper. Then again I guess I just have to hope something will come up. Everything will work out. It has to.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Guy Ritchie has risen from the gallows
I've been counting the days for the boring Halloween holiday to arrive. It seems most times there isn't anything really exciting to do on Halloween anymore. A real holiday for the kids. The irony is I am still afflicted with shame as I don't have anything real to do on a holiday. Don't know why. It's sick really, but it seems embarrassing and introverted to sit at home and watch TV for any holiday. At the very least a good few drinks at the local dive should suffice. It would be fine if my pockets weren't in the dire straights at the moment.
So my Dama and I tossed around the idea of going to Hollywierd for a parade. We made it as far as a semi-decent rice bowl restaurant called Flame Broiler. It wasn't memorable to say the least, but it did feed the beast. I guess the idea of driving forty-five minutes to Hollywood and more than likely an hour and a half back home didn't really hold sway. Especially if the afore mentioned parade has the ever possibility to be entirely homosexual.
By the time we made it home we decided to catch a double feature. I was in kind of a zombie mode to tell you the truth. I knew we had to do something, but honestly the clouds rolled over my head and I simply could not dodge them. A regular thunderstorm. There wasn't anything that could have sounded fun just shy of a beer and even then I would have had to be slapped to attention. We went to a movie.
There's something to be said for simple horror movies. Saw V is exactly that. Simple. It's probably the best way to put it. The only character to be truly developed is the Jigsaw killer. The gore is awesome and the twists are surprisingly catchy, but seriously Saw V? Really? How many times can you make a movie about a straight up serial killer who plays games and has no ending what so ever. I don't get it except to say maybe we are like the Romans in the arena. We need blood and violence and the Saw series fills the void. I'm not ashamed to have seen this movie. To tell you the truth this horse trollop of a movie wasn't bad. Also it makes my girlfriend happy to see all forms of horror films and as the old saying goes, "If she's happy, then I'm happy." She was so I am.
The second feature of which we helped our selves to a nice sneak and view was RocknRolla. I was already excited and anticipating this film when we went in to see Saw V. I was a little groggy from the last one mostly because I was laying down and casually watching. So we get into the theatre room after a long intermission ( Bathroom breaks). Right off the bat the intro begins with a narrator introducing the film. 30 seconds in BOOM the hard rock music starts and the title rolls in. I know it's an awesome movie. I know Guy Ritchie has done it again. This movie had it all from plot twists to comedy to the ever popular cockney wit. It even had the right amount of action. I loved it. Truth be told I've been pretty disappointed with Ritchies last film, Revolver. It was just lackluster. I made myself watch it after 10 minutes. With RocknRolla, it was a trip right back to Lock Stock and Snatch. Maybe he's a one trick pony, but I gotta say that one trick is awesome. It's inspiring. I was inspired to come home directly and write this very blog because we both sat through this great film.
I woke up immediately and sat wide eyed the entire time. It was well written, well scripted and well acted. So in the end, the damning effects of a gloomy holiday were shaken off with a jolt. I'm home now and it's 10p as I'm writing this and I feel better. I probably sound geeky or even down right boring, but we both had a good time and it was well worth it.
So my Dama and I tossed around the idea of going to Hollywierd for a parade. We made it as far as a semi-decent rice bowl restaurant called Flame Broiler. It wasn't memorable to say the least, but it did feed the beast. I guess the idea of driving forty-five minutes to Hollywood and more than likely an hour and a half back home didn't really hold sway. Especially if the afore mentioned parade has the ever possibility to be entirely homosexual.
By the time we made it home we decided to catch a double feature. I was in kind of a zombie mode to tell you the truth. I knew we had to do something, but honestly the clouds rolled over my head and I simply could not dodge them. A regular thunderstorm. There wasn't anything that could have sounded fun just shy of a beer and even then I would have had to be slapped to attention. We went to a movie.
There's something to be said for simple horror movies. Saw V is exactly that. Simple. It's probably the best way to put it. The only character to be truly developed is the Jigsaw killer. The gore is awesome and the twists are surprisingly catchy, but seriously Saw V? Really? How many times can you make a movie about a straight up serial killer who plays games and has no ending what so ever. I don't get it except to say maybe we are like the Romans in the arena. We need blood and violence and the Saw series fills the void. I'm not ashamed to have seen this movie. To tell you the truth this horse trollop of a movie wasn't bad. Also it makes my girlfriend happy to see all forms of horror films and as the old saying goes, "If she's happy, then I'm happy." She was so I am.
The second feature of which we helped our selves to a nice sneak and view was RocknRolla. I was already excited and anticipating this film when we went in to see Saw V. I was a little groggy from the last one mostly because I was laying down and casually watching. So we get into the theatre room after a long intermission ( Bathroom breaks). Right off the bat the intro begins with a narrator introducing the film. 30 seconds in BOOM the hard rock music starts and the title rolls in. I know it's an awesome movie. I know Guy Ritchie has done it again. This movie had it all from plot twists to comedy to the ever popular cockney wit. It even had the right amount of action. I loved it. Truth be told I've been pretty disappointed with Ritchies last film, Revolver. It was just lackluster. I made myself watch it after 10 minutes. With RocknRolla, it was a trip right back to Lock Stock and Snatch. Maybe he's a one trick pony, but I gotta say that one trick is awesome. It's inspiring. I was inspired to come home directly and write this very blog because we both sat through this great film.
I woke up immediately and sat wide eyed the entire time. It was well written, well scripted and well acted. So in the end, the damning effects of a gloomy holiday were shaken off with a jolt. I'm home now and it's 10p as I'm writing this and I feel better. I probably sound geeky or even down right boring, but we both had a good time and it was well worth it.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Vivo Para Su Amor
How I long for her touch
So sweet and E'er encompacing
Tis' saddening to know such
hesitation, such fear
Her hand trembles
inches from mine own
To take gaze of her eyes
those entrancing gems
One would know the nights cold, dark
raging imprisonment
To touch her heart and feel a childs longing
for freedom and innocence
it's almost most too much to bear with my own soul
How I long for a moment in her truest nature
a scared girl protected by anger, so tough and weary
of the next to bring pain, abandon and abuse
Who is this who holds me captive?
What will make her whole again?
What gives her strength to dare to love and be merry?
To know a comfort known only as a baby in it's
mothers arms would
So many souls crossed, so little direction
It is but a mere dream,
How I long to be the protector, to hold her in safety
to watch the world change, grass grow
people come and go
All the while never letting go of her hand
All that I know and love would be nothing if not even for
the soft smile from my love
So sweet and E'er encompacing
Tis' saddening to know such
hesitation, such fear
Her hand trembles
inches from mine own
To take gaze of her eyes
those entrancing gems
One would know the nights cold, dark
raging imprisonment
To touch her heart and feel a childs longing
for freedom and innocence
it's almost most too much to bear with my own soul
How I long for a moment in her truest nature
a scared girl protected by anger, so tough and weary
of the next to bring pain, abandon and abuse
Who is this who holds me captive?
What will make her whole again?
What gives her strength to dare to love and be merry?
To know a comfort known only as a baby in it's
mothers arms would
So many souls crossed, so little direction
It is but a mere dream,
How I long to be the protector, to hold her in safety
to watch the world change, grass grow
people come and go
All the while never letting go of her hand
All that I know and love would be nothing if not even for
the soft smile from my love
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