New Look

Okay, so I want to extend to YOU the readers, the chance to comment on the new look. Don't comment on facebook. You can comment below and leave your name or be anonymous. I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

Running Scared: A Labor Day Sprint

***Disclaimer: Unlike every story I tell where the facts are grossly exaggerated, the events below are true. Enjoy this rare occurrence.***

I originally intended to write a blog depicting my account of reading all 1017 pages of H.R. 3200: America's Health Choices Act of 2009 and a summary of the details, followed by my thoughts and concerns. Fortunately for you the reader, that will not happen today.

So here I was, talking to my mom this morning. Much like my "foot in mouth syndrome" of saying all the wrong things at all the wrong times, my mom has the lovely habit of ALWAYS calling me at the WRONG moments. To bypass the inevitability of ruining my evening plans, I would cut her off at the pass and call her nice and early.

So here I am talking on the phone out front, tending to One Leaf (another blog for another day), and picking dead leaves off the bushes. Suddenly through my peripheal vision, I catch a glimpse of a menacing dog across the street. I turn to investigate and promptly see four others. Rib cages showing, patches of fur missing, and collarless. I stood up.

Crap, they see me. Do I stand still and try not to look any in the eye? Should I slowly back away while facing them, trying to show that I pose no threat? Should I make a B-line for the house 50 yds up the driveway?

I slowly backed away then boom! I began running, phone in hand. My mom says it sounded like the Blair Witch Project. Everything silent besides heavy breathing and barking in the background. In retrospect (I should know this growing up around alpha male dogs) you never run or make quick movements when any animals are in a pack. They automatically see you as weak and instinctively as prey. So they chased my skinny, chain-smoking, hairy, white butt all the way to my door. Good thing I ran track and have yet to lose a sprinting challenge, even with a cocky cigarette in my mouth, since high school.

So I ran. I ran so far away. I just ran.



A bonus video for your enjoyment


After 411-ing animal control and being holed up in the house for 30 mins, by then the dogs shat in my yard and moved on, the ordeal was over. Besides a major car accident in my freshman year of highschool, that was the scariest moment of my life. The hair on my neck was standing up. I had goosebumps all over my arms and one hell of an adrenaline rush. Not to mention a story that in time will become lions chasing me in the savannahs of Africa.

How a pack of wild dogs formed two miles from center city Houston beats the hell out of me. I just know savannahs are a bitch to run through ;-)

Please Take the Time

A close friend, a dear confidant of mine who has been an unbiased advice giver, has kept me from flying off the handle over little things (for those that know me, too bad she wasn't on my shoulder durring some of my moments of stupidity), and wise mother has started a blog. A year ago today, she was sexually assulted by an on duty officer (pleaded guilty) responding to her house. She has started a non-pofit company to help victims of sexual assult and abuse. Today she officially has started blog on the topic (unlike mine which is meaingless... maybe thats why I only have four readers).

I would like you, whoever you are, to take the time and visit her blog.... Victim Denied.

Thank you in advance to everyone and their consideration.

Big News Ahead

I have some big news ahead! In the coming weeks it will all be known.... but this is BIG :-)

Busy Fingers

Well, I have finally approached the typing surface and am finally writing a new blog. My need to blog in the past weeks left me and well, I have set up a routine in my new place, and somehow this is breaking my routine. I am a person who has set routines and stick to them but since moving to Houston, I feel the need to constantly be on my toes and switch things up. Instead of my Louisiana Mudd or Yankee coffee, I might grab some tea. Instead of being online all night I have begun actually watching tv and movies. I guess this is a way of breaking out of my routine.

So I am in my new apartment. I have been working long days swinging hammers and carrying boards that weigh as mugh as I do. Needless to say, I am packing a little muscle on this skinny frame of mine! I am happy working with my hands. I like to sweat, do man things, keeping my hands and fingers busy. When its over, I wash up and suddenly I am going out with my friends who are all law students or have been in oil for ten years. The greatest thing of it all, most of them have known me for 10 years and realize that office work drives me crazy. They don't judge me on it and actually push me to succeed while working with my hands.

So I am washed up, cooked myself a home cooked chicken, and plan to sit down and watch a movie. At one point in my life, when I had no roomates, I always felt the need to be around people. Now I have friends that call me up and I call them up, so I am okay with being alone. I don't feel the need to drink to pass the time either. Whew, I was a little worried when I moved into my own place about that.

So my fingers and hands have been kept busy all day. Before I become a lame braindead being on the couch watching a movie, I felt compelled to write. I'm not good at it and its not entertaining but people for some reason people come back to read more. I use run on sentences and too many commas, yet for whatever reasons they may be, thanks. Before I lay in my bed that I feel is excessive for me, being that despite my constant tossing and turning I use only a third of the bed at night, I will watch one of my favorite movies. The Lord of War. Sweeeeet.

What's the point of this blog you ask? I merely wanted busy fingers.