End of Year

Good riddiance 2007. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. On second thought, do let the door hit you in the ass and I'm coming around the other side and kicking you dab smack in the nuts. 2007 brought me little joy and plenty of misery.

My four year relationship with Rebecca ended. I've got legal woes. I feel lonely and bored. The Pope lost Cardinal Ike Turner. Only pleasurable moments I had this year was the football games I attended and my SA Spurs winning the NBA title. Instead I fought depression all year long. I drank my ass off a lot. I'm now dealing with my drinking or better yet, I'm not drinking any more.

I'm hoping for a better 2008. Here's a Happy New Year to all.

Good night from the Balcony over looking St. Pete's Square,
Pope JPTHREE

Merry Christmas

I tried to an initial podcast instead of writing today. It's pretty easy once you find a place to host the podcast. I've toyed around with using characters. I learned I have to script it out though. I can't do characters on the fly.

I also didn't update what's going on with those in my life. So here's a quick update. Sophia isn't gone but I haven't heard from her since before Thanksgiving. My mom had her surgery and is doing fine. Rebecca's store is struggling but her and Gina seem to be fine. My friend William has been going on job interviews but still no job. Violet still suffers from depression and had her car repoed. She started a fund to get it back and solicited enough donations from friends and family to get it back. I still don't know if she plans to move back to Houston. My sister talks about leaving her husband but right now they are all on vacation. Go figure. There is a lot more but this is only an update.

I get more into what's going on with me personally in the podcast.


As always, take care and God bless,
El Papa Juan Pablo III

Who Wants to be a Dumbass?

In an effort to entertain myself, I went to youtube.com and did a search for "who wants to be a millionare dumbest." The winners are:



This tard flew in at 3:00 a.m. and is going on no sleep. One and done baby!



Okay, this guy and his wife quit thier jobs to travel and now they are trying to win money. Just watch.

Train's still off the track

I haven't posted in a while and with good reason. I'm still debating how much I wish to share. I'll reveal this much. I've quit drinking. I haven't had a drink since August 26. I've been keeping to myself a lot lately. I haven't talked to several of my friends in the past few months. I'm under the care of a shrink. I'm off on medical leave from work. The friends I do talk to are very supportive of my predicament. Hell, I haven't even been living at home. I've been staying with someone cause I can't stand to be alone.

I did need a break from where I was staying and am currently back home. I'll see how long I last.

It's not all doom and gloom though. I still manage to watch plenty of football and I think I'm going to a game tomorrow night. I can't lead the life of a shut in.

I'll post more about other things later.

We do have a sad passing in the family to announce though.

Cardinal Ike Turner has moved on to the next world. We will miss you and the many wonderful hits you have left us with.


The Pope and the other Cardinals will miss you.

Uh shit

The Pope has some problems. I don't want to post them here. My life was going good and then the train went off the rails again.

SallySal....thanks for being here for me. Your support has been very helpful and unwavering. I'll keep you updated...

Good night too all. Sorry if I don't update for me.

Is Baby Beccs Lonely?

I called Rebecca on Monday. She asked me what my schedule was for the week and I told her I was working through Thursday and possibly Friday. She just wanted to know my schedule.

On Tuesday my Mom called me and left a message that her surgery had finally been scheduled for this coming Monday. I leave for her place on Sunday. My mom really didn't believe I was coming until I reassured her I planned it for months.

I tried calling Violet to tell her that the operation had finally been scheduled. She didn't answer until today.

Lily's little boy is very sick. Actually I'm very concerned about him. He's not eating and has the shits. I asked Lily if he's been drinking fluids. She didn't answer my text on that question. She told me not to worry cause I had things of my own to worry about in my mother.

I purposely left Rebecca out of the loop. I finally called her on Wednesday to let her know my mother's situation and how long I'd be gone. She called back and said she wanted to see me before I left cause it would be two weeks before she saw me again. I laughed to myself. It's been a month since I've seen her so what is another two weeks? She wanted to meet this coming Friday in Houston so I agreed. She called me back half an hour later and asked if we could go out on Saturday instead. I told her no cause I had my football game which I sacrifice for no one. She then asked about Thursday (last night as of this writing) and I said yes.

We met for dinner and she actually paid for us. Her first question after dinner was,"What time will you be done with the game? I was thinking we could meet some where afterwards. You know to have a few drinks before you leave." I told her we'll see.

She then later asked me,"Well what are you doing tomorrow? If you want, we can still meet in Houston? I have nothing to do after I take Gina to her stylist."

Okay so she cancels our Friday dinner and reschedules to Thursday. At Thursday's dinner she asks if she can see me on Saturday and then later asks if we can meet on Friday.

I'm a humble guy but come on Becca. I know she realizes how bad she fucked up with me. Too bad. I've moved on baby. She even wants to make plans for when I get back.

Me thinks Baby Beccs has gotten lonely.

Finally a Days of Our Lives update:

I finally called William just to find out what's up with the job search. He told me he has to offers out of state. I told him I'm glad but I hate to see him go. That's the selfish part of me talking though. I hate to lose people close to me but I can see why they have to move on.

My friend Apu's Dad is in serious health trouble. I call Apu's Dad Pops. Pops is one of the most amazing humans alive. Though I don't know his details as a UN diplomat I've heard a few stories. He's the closest thing I know to being a real life James Bond. Sadly he's slowly dying of diabetic complications. On Monday, the doctors amputated his right leg. It's horrible and sad to see such a strong man reduce to what he is now.

As much as I've talked up Sophia, she has one thing about her that she must change before I can seriously consider her as relationship material. I'm sorry but I can't reveal what that is. Somethings are too personal for me to talk about and this is one of them. It's not a drug problem, it's not an addiction problem of any kind. It's just something that I cannot deal with as a full time boyfriend. Until she changes this one item, I can't consider a serious relationship.

Well, I'm sure the Pope has more on his mind but it's bed time....

Good night, take care and as Pope...I love you all...
P JPIII

Injustice

So there I was sitting at a restuarant bar having a beer and waiting for my late lunch. The place wasn't busy. Sitting to my left a few seats over was a black gentleman about my age. Three times he requested a refill from the waitress and all three times she walked right pass him.

On the next time around, he said, "Excuse me, young lady, can I have a refill?"

She turned around and said,"What did you say, boy?"

What the fuck? Did I just hear a white waitress call a black man "boy"?

He was livid. I was shocked. He said,"What did you just say?"

She said,"I have a name tag, you didn't have to call me what you did."

"I called you young lady." I tried to explain that to her. They started yelling at each other and then she went to the back.

Out comes a manager and tells the black man that he has to leave. I tried to back up the black man and tell the manager what happened. The manager wouldn't listen to me. He escorted the man out the door. The manager came up to me and explained that the man was a street person and that they sometimes feed him. He had to escort him out cause he was deflating. I said huh? He said he was deflating. I told him I didn't want my order. The waitress came back out with my order and I told her I don't want it. I paid for my beer and left. Look it was bad enough what the girl said, then the man was escorted out but the manager tries to explain it to me that he was a street person? I'm sorry but if he meant homeless, the man looked far from homeless.

I walked out pretty pissed off. I looked up the corporate headquarters address and wrote a letter about the incident. I'm not sure how or if they will respond. I even enclosed a copy of my receipt because it had the time, date and name of the waitress on it.

Oh in case you are wondering, the place is Hooters.

Signing off,
The Pissed Off Pope

Now is that wise?

Sophia. The name comes from the Greeks meaning "wisdom." It's a beautiful name. If I had a daughter that would probably be her name. Sophia, of course, isn't the real name of this new character in my little melodrama. I chose it for her though because I think Sophia is a remarkable woman.

She's smart, beautiful and hard working. Three things I admire in a woman. She's tough on her two sons. Made them finish high school and made them choose a skill to work since neither was intending on going to college. Her oldest just graduated from the fire academy. Her youngest is going to school for EMT and then is thinking about going to the fire academy too.

It's the second son she's had trouble with and I thought she handled it with strength and skill. She didn't freak out and go Mommy Dearest on him. Nope, with a cool calm hand she laid down the law and set up rules for him to live by. He even had to submit to drug tests randomly that Sophia buys at Walgreens. He asks why she keeps him under her thumb and she says what he did made her lose trust in him and that by living and obeying her rules is the only way he can earn it back.

She had a real scare on time recently with the younger son. He came home late one night and he looked like he was high. He couldn't walk straight or keep his eyes open. Sophia asked him what he was on. Nothing, he said, just really tired. She didn't believe him and ran off to Walmart to buy a home drug test kit. He was stunned and asked why. She just told him that he knew why. He went and took the piss test and it came back clean.

When the older son was going to take his drug test to enter the fire academy Sophia told the younger son,"Let's go take your brother." They did and once there Sophia asked the nurse how much is it to take a drug test. $400. Sophia looked at the younger boy and said,"You're getting tested too." He said,"Why, Mom, you test me all the time at home." She said,"Yes, but this test is much more accurate." He agreed and she was so relieved it came back clean. She told me she didn't know what she was going to do if he failed it.

She works full time running her own clothes business and also sell cosmetics that she gets from another person. Her goal though is to finish school as a medical assistant. She's doing really well with that. She's enjoying it entirely. She says she's loves learning so much. She finished in March 2008.

If anything, she has my upmost admiration and respect. When I first met her I admit I sold her short. The more I got to know her, the more respect I had for her.

FAQs about Sophia
Is she relationship material? That's definitely a yes.

Is a relationship possible? I think it's highly unlikely right now. At least while she's in school.

When could conditions make a relationship possible? Once she's out of school and working her chosen field. Right now she's at school all day, works trying to sell her clothes and cosmetics and then studies until late at night. Basically she has no time for a relationship.

So, please join the Pope in welcoming Sophia to this little character play of mine.

Paavi Hannu Paavali III (Finnish)

Rook takes Bishop

I've been on a spending spree lately. I moved into the 21st century and bought a Samsung Blackjack cell phone and a new laptop. My other cell phone was so ancient but I think this new one can control satellites orbiting Saturn. Now I look at it and wonder what the hell did I get this for? I make like one or two calls a day and hardly anyone calls me. A fuck it, I had to do something with that overtime I've been working, right?

Last night at work I started getting anxious. My mom's doctor still hasn't scheduled her surgery. I've only taken two vacation days from work. I can only carry over a certain amount of hours to next year. Over that amount and I lose it. I started looking at the vacation schedule and well there are only four months left in the year. Of course, November and December are all booked up. I was stuck with October since now I'm leaving September open to help my mother out after her surgery. Fortunately I found two weeks I can take off. I'm ready for Florida.

I sometimes call myself the Redneck Mexican. I knew I was officially a redneck when after a fishing trip I brought back my live worms and stored them in the refrigerator to keep them alive for the next time out. I've been fishing all my life and there is nothing more relaxing than sitting on a bank of a river or lake and fishing.

I've hunted too but my hunting career wasn't very successful. I still remember that damn buck jumping the fence and laughing at me. Me and two of my friends went out to my friend's dad's ranch. We split the ranch up three ways in order to avoid shooting each other. I had scouted out the land I wanted to hunt and figured out where I would set up my brush deer blind. The next morning I went to my spot and started to gather up deadwood and brushes to hide behind. As soon as I finished and sat down I heard a loud noise. I turn to look and I see this beautiful deer running along the next field. I can't shoot cause it isn't my friend's land the deer is on. He must have been sitting there watching me the whole time and waited for me to sit down. I could have sworn I heard him laughing as he raced across that field.

I mentioned fishing cause I'm watching some shows on the Outdoor Channel. They were showing some swordfish round up and feeding on school of fish. It was amazing. The swordfish come in from different directions and force the other fish to school. They then take turns going in to feed. I'm always amazed by the wonders of nature.

Also a new character to introduce. Her name is Sophia. When I first met her almost two years ago I didn't think much of her. Physically she's beautiful but something didn't click. I also didn't think much of her because she was hitting on me when it was obvious that I was with Rebecca. However as I got to know Sophia better I realized she's a wonderfully remarkable woman and that I had short changed her. Back in March I started to get confused. I started to wonder if I had feelings for her or just becoming infatuated with her. I started to question if my feelings for Rebecca were genuine. I almost melted down. Before I made a mistake, I decided not to explore anything further with Sophia and ruin what I had with Rebecca. I sent Sophia a text message today and she called me back. I'm meeting her for a late lunch in two hours. More if any details develop.

Now onto Papal business. I introduced some of the Cardinals and now I have my first bishop. You know him as Carlos Mencia. I call him the Bishop of Comedy. Dave Chappelle was up for the spot too but he walked away from his show on Comedy Central. Keep working Carlos and one day you may make Cardinal too. Now for a sermon from Bishop Mencia:



I don't think I'm going to wear my full vestments today. I'll just humble myself and wear the simple robe of a monk.

Deutschland Uber Alles,
Papst Johann Paul III

Barkeep, there's a tear in my beer

It's been quiet lately on the home front here. Rebecca, Violet and Lily are their usual selves. What a cast of characters?

As I wrote in a previous post, Rebecca has been awfully nice to me lately. Violet, and I agree with her, says it's because she has no one since we split up. Violet did piss me off when she told me I had to cut all ties with Rebecca. I told her to wait a second. She kept trying to talk but I cut her off. I told her that was like someone else telling me not to talk to her anymore. Violet answered back that it's not the same since I love Rebecca and not her. I let it drop. I could have reminded Violet that at one point in my life I was deeply in love with her. I could have reminded her that she was the one who left the first time. I could have thrown so many things back at her but I didn't. The aggravation of fighting with her isn't worth it.

Then Miss Violet let's me in on what is going on with her love life. This guy that she's supposedly not seeing has got her all pissed off. She says she got a call at work from some woman telling her to stay away from Joe Dickhead (I can't think of another name right now). This other woman told her to stay away from her boyfriend blah blah blah. Now Violet is depressed. She said she didn't want to get involved with Joe Dickhead again. Yet her she is telling me how depressed she is cause of this other woman and how he broke her heart again.

Jesus, and she wants to give me advise on how to run my life?

All this happened on Saturday. I called her today cause to check up on her. She says she's with a client but to call her back. I do. She tells me she still can't talk. Something sounded wrong. I asked her if she was okay and she said no and that she will try to call me today. No she won't. I know it's going to be her typical bullshit.

As for Rebecca, I got a feeling she's going to lay some kind of bullshit on me too. Last time I talked to her was on Saturday. She asked if I wanted to do something that night but I had plans to go to the football game. Hey I'm a season ticket holder and I'm not missing my Texans games for nothing. She then asked me how my schedule was for the next week. She seemed nervous. When I told her my next day off isn't until Wednesday she kind of just said okay with a very nervous laugh. I wonder if it's because she's going through with the business deal with her ex-husband. Sorry, I just can't say what it is.

Lily sent me a text message that she's feeling better. She said she's no longer feeling depressed and lonely. I asked if she had met someone new. No, just an old friend came back into her life and it makes her happy. Good, I hope she finds some happiness. We all need it.

I an altruistic move by me, I auditioned for a charity that tapes books and other material for the blind. I don't think I passed the audition. I flubbed a few of the words on the list and then stumbled a few times on the article. I'll know in a few weeks. The good thing is that there are other things with the charity that I can help out with. Plus if I volunteer at least 20 hours Big Oil Company that I work for will donate $500. Part of being Pope is being involved with charities. Try it yourself, you just might like it.

Be safe and spay or neuter yourself to prevent over population.

Signed,
Just the Pope

Uh Oh

I talk to Violet just about every day. Today she must have been in one of her moods. By that I mean unstable. She sounded distant and distracted. She asked how I was doing and how things were going with my mom’s surgery. I told her the date hadn’t been set yet.

Of course, she did her usual bitching at me. I have been complaining about my cell phone lately. So today she asked if I had a new one yet. I said no. She asked why not. She said I make a lot of money so I should go buy one. I told her that wasn’t the point. I’ve been busy as hell at work. She then countered with the fact that stores are open until 9:00 p.m. and that I could go get a new phone after work. Never mind that I work 12 hour days and haven’t had consecutive days of in two weeks. Not only that but some things are more important to me than wanting a new phone. I told her that sometimes after work I want to see my friends. I have to drive back to Houston to see them and once I’ve had dinner and a few drinks with them I’m ready to go home. She kept her nagging and I almost hung up on her.

I then told her I’m planning to go to Florida once I’m done with taking care of my mom after her surgery. I’ve been given approval to take up to six weeks unpaid leave to help my mother. So currently the plan is take care of mom, go on vacation and then move. I told Violet that while I’m in Florida I want to see her. She’s just quiet and then says,” If I’m still here.” I asked her what she meant. She said she could pack up her car and back to Houston soon. I’m thinking to myself oh shit.

It’s her life and she can do what she wants. I’m just curious how she will behave toward me once she’s back. Is she going to expect me to call her every day? Is she going to expect me to spend time with her? She’s hinted about all these things in the past. She’s my friend and all but I have no interest in rekindling any kind of relationship with her.

Maybe I’m jumping the gun. I just wish she would quit calling me her impossible love. I asked her what that meant. She said I’m the person she’s always loved and she’ll never have me again so I’m impossible. She says she fell in love with me years ago when we met and never stopped loving me. I was honest with her and told her I don’t love her. I stopped loving her a few years ago.

She cried that I forgot her…..that’s a story for another time.

As the great Bob Marley sang,” No Woman, No Cry”

Yes, the Pope listens to reggae and likes the Rasta philosophy.
Goodnight,
Pape Jean Paule

Yugo, Hugo and Igo..where's my underwear?

On the Road With Sean Penn and Hugo Chavez

Hugo Chavez. What a clown. His obsession with the U.S. is unreal. Like every dictator since time immemorial, Chavez needs a menacing enemy to distract his own people from seeing the mess of their own country. Hitler had the Jews, Stalin had his own officers, South American dictators in the 70s and 80s had communist insurgents. Now Hugo has the Americans. Boo, made him flinch. He rants that the Americans are at his doorstep. Never mind that we are tied down in Iraq and Afghanistan. We are preparing to invade Venezuela for it's oil.

Chill out, Hugo. It's cheaper for us to buy the oil from you for several reasons. First, it would take at least a year for the U.S. to build up the Armed Forces. Second, since we are tied up in two other wars, a draft would have to be started. You think that's going to fly at home front? Third, we'd have to some how pay for that military build up to invade Venezuela. After the build up, the Armed Forces still have to be paid, fed, trained and equipped.

See Hugo, we are just not that interested in your country and oil. Short of Venezuela somehow attacking U.S. interests or harboring major league terrorists, the U.S. doesn't have time or the energy to send an army into your country.

Take a closer look at home Hugo before you start talking about the USA. You don't exactly have the highest standard of living. You bought your way into office by subsidizing basic foods, gasoline and other goods. This may work in the short term but subsidies hurt the long term economics of your country. The day is going to come when the oil you sell won't be able to support the subsidies and prices will rise. Of course, the people will demand that prices be lowered. Sooner or later inflation will set in and even if the subsidies stay in place, the prices will still go up.

Capitalism, Hugo, is the way to go. With your government paying for basic stuff what's the motivation to innovate, work hard and build for the future. Instead the people sit back, get the government money and go to their stale jobs. You maybe in power for a long time but you country is going to stagnate. Just take a close look at your buddy Fidel. His island country is locked in a 50s time warp. Even the Chinese realized that capitalism is the way to go. Yes, they are still officially communist but the middle class is growing and China is starting to see the value of private ownership.

I know you aren't going to give up but you've already lost. Too bad your ego is so huge because the only thing that can save the Venezuelan people from Hugo is Hugo. Sorry to say that isn't going to happen.

Bet you didn't know that this pope keeps up with world affairs.

On a less political note. I left out one detail about my evening with Lily on Sunday. I got off work and came home to shower. As I went to get dressed. I opened up my underwear draw and no underwear (boxer jockeys if you must know). Okay, the don't all fit in one draw so I opened up the next one. Nope no underwear there either. Uh oh. No clean underwear. Oh well, I just had to go to dinner commando.

Finally listen to my blessing.

Johnny Dangerously's death walk.

Good night all.
Pope John Paul III

Who hit the snooze alarm?

Saturday night I went out with Rebecca. She sure has been awfully nice to me lately. I have a good time with her but the trust is gone forever. I was working Saturday and thought to myself,"Call Rebecca." Nah, just go home, eat and watch a movie. About 15 minutes before I leave work Rebecca calls. She asks what I'm doing and we ended up making plans to meet for dinner.

Rebecca is a character to say the least. Her ex-husband dropped a business proposal on her. He's not only a crook but a bad crook at that. Anyway, I don't want to go into details of the deal. I'll only say that it involves a lot of money and while it maybe legal there is a lot of gray area in it. I just told her what it was none of my business and also informed her what I new about the law concerning their deal. She told me that's why she told me about the deal cause I wouldn't judge her and I would give my honest opinion and the straight deal about consequences. She then invited me to go out to the place where she met that other guy. I told her no. It was getting late and I had to go to work in the morning.

Silly me. I only had a couple of drinks with dinner so I didn't even have a buzz. I stopped to get some gas and while there I picked up some beer. I really didn't think I drank that much of it once I got home. When I got up for work Sunday morning I saw the last song on my computer that I had listened to. Okay Willie Nelson is cool but his version of "Silent Night"?

Sunday night I ended up seeing Lily. She's gotten herself into deep shit financially. She mentioned she was close to foreclosure on her house. The good news is that the company she's working for hired her full time so she's getting a good sized raise and benefits for her and her kids. We had a nice dinner and a little groping afterwards but the Pope didn't hit a homerun.

And now for some official papal business.

Like every king needs a court and every rap star needs an entourage, every pope needs his posse too. So tonight I'm installing my first cardinals and bishops. I thought long and hard and vetted everyone so as not to embarrass my papacy. Each was looked at and selected based on their overall service and contributions to human kind. So without further ado I introduce:
Cardinal Orethnal James Simpson - an outstanding athlete in college and professional football. Several years after his playing days were over he still manages to stay in the public eye.

Cardinal Ike Turner - for adding to our culture with his music.

Cardinal Ted Kennedy - for his and his family's political and philanthropic contributions to the American society.

Cardinal Robert Blake - for Beretta. I mean come on saying "Beretta" and I don't have to explain it any further.

Cardinal Scott Baio - from his Wikipedia entry ( we all know dating really means fucking in this case):
Baio is also famous for dating several actresses, among them, Pamela Anderson, Erika Eleniak, Nicole Eggert, Natalie Raitano, Nicolette Sheridan, Brooke Shields, Denise Richards, Julie McCullough, and Heather Locklear. In his VH1 reality series Scott Baio Is 45...and Single, he admits to losing his virginity to Erin Moran. In July 2007, he told E!: Entertainment Television's Ted Casablanca that he and current girlfriend Renee Sloan are expecting a baby in December....On the show Baio admitted that Playboy quietly banned him from the mansion for a period of time in the late 80's since he had dated each of that year's Playboy Playmates and then some, totaling 24. A spokeswoman from Playboy called Scott and told him that he needed to "slow down" and some of the Playmates he was with were also involved with Hugh Hefner.

Please join me in welcoming the new cardinals....

A B C...easy as 1 2 3, even the Pope needs to sing
Goodnight from the Sistine Chapel,
Pope John Paul III

For Sally-Sal

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale

Today instead of days of our lives theme I have this one going through my head!



My last post I titled Sleep is for Wimps! Our saying college was "sleep" is for fags. Today I was a total faggot. I went to bed around 7 a.m. after drinking a six pack and some of the bottle of vodka Rebecca's daughter brought me from Eastern Europe. I cooked myself a nice breakfast around 4:30 a.m. No wonder I slept all day.

I went to Becca's store this evening and picked up her daughter and we went to their house so I could take a look at something that wasn't working right. I fixed the problem and waited while Gina took the dogs out and fed them. While I was waiting I looked out the window at the water and boats outside. I looked at the couch and remembered the evenings spent on there with Becca and sometimes after she went to bed me and her daughter would stay up watching movies. See this is the first time I've been to the place since we split up. I also wondered how many times she sat on that couch, doing the things we did, with that other guy she was seeing behind my back. I knocked it out of my mind pretty quick but it did occur to me.

We went to pick her up after she closed her store. We went to diner and had a few drinks. It was a nice time. Violet seems to think that Rebecca is missing me and realizes how bad she screwed up by cheating on me. I could be the case but I just couldn't go back to her. The feeling just isn't there anymore. Thing is me and Becca have been friends long since before we dated and we will long after our parting of ways. My friend Dee thinks I should sever all ties with Becca. That much I know I can't do.

Since I have to work at six in the A.M I decided to be a good little soccer hooligan and not go to tonight's game. Who knows what shennanigans I would pull tonight.

I've worked Special Olympics and I think that 'gloids rule:


I thought it was pretty cool for the crowd to help out and sing. Go ahead and laugh, you know you want to.

Well Alpha and Omega to everyone,
πάπας john paul III

Sleep is for wimps

My friends sometimes make me think about that days of our lives intro.

I came home from work today and slept three hours. I've been working alot lately. Last week I worked the night shift and then did a 24 hour turn around. Started working the day shift today. I've got tomorrow off and the another 5-7 days working. It's my doing cause I've volunteered for the extra shifts but 12 hour days are starting to wear me down.

Me and my friend Binkley used to sing this all the time. It kinda became our theme when we'd go on our fishing trips:

Robin Williams-Elmer Fudd - Amazing videos are here

Rebecca called me today and boy was she upset. She had asked me to follow her daughter on Monday but then called it off when her daughter cancelled her plans. Last night some guy came over to visit Gina. She went outside to meet the guy and was sitting in the car. Rebecca went outside to see who the guy was. Turns out Gina has been seeing ths 18 year old gangsta thug. She was sitting in the car and the dude's brother was smoking weed. Becca is pissed. Her daughter just turned 13. Becca told me there is more to the story and she'll tell me next time we hang out. Which will be tomorrow so more to add to this latest tale.

I told Violet about what happened and she said Becca is using the incident as an excuse to see me. I told her to cool her jets and reminder her that despite the split up me and Rebecca have been friends for at least nine years and still remain good friends. I almost told her not to forget we've been broken up for five years now and me an her are still good friends but she didn't say anything else.

Lily evidently is feeling better. She's still in a bind financially but she's okay. I think she's made up with her mom but I can't be sure until I talk to her. We just sent text messages back and forth without too much detail. She did say she needed a good fucking. I told her don't we all! Of course I had visions of when me and her used to fuck. Her and her mouth watering double D breasts. It's a wonder I didn't walk around work with a hard on the rest of the day.

I took part of my day yesterday to look for a new place to live. I honestly have grown to dislike where I'm living at right now. I moved close to work to get away from the commute. No more. I need to move back to civilization. I honestly am not kidding when I say I live in "King of the Hill's" Arlen, TX. One of the reason's I hadn't move was cause I was only a twenty minute drive from Rebecca. Since no longer a factor, I'm moving back to the big city...

I'm dying for my vacation. I wish my mom's doctor would set the surgery date soon. That way I can plan my trip to Florida.

Well I'll being enjoying my day off tomorrow by just kicking back and relaxing. To get better rest tonight I'm not even having a beer or any vodka. Just me, the tv and maybe a good book.

As far as I know William is still unemployed. He says he'll call me to go hang out but then I never hear from him. I just think he's embarrassed about the way he quit his job. He even skipped our class reunion last month after saying how much he wanted to go. Oh well, I've known this guy forever. He'll land on his feet and continue being my least drama inducing friend.

Si vis pacem para bellum,

Римский папа Джон Пол
(The translation I got for the above is: Roman daddy John Pol)

Am I a man whore?

Dee in Tampa tells me I'm the horniest guy she knows. Lily says I'm a slut. My best friend at work, a female, says I'm an easy lay. Is that a good thing or bad? Among men it's a good thing. At least we like to pound our chest and proclaim,"Yeah I've fucked X amount of women!" I mean when a woman calls a man a slut is that a compliment? I don't think so. Then again, I like fucking. Who doesn't?

As every right I'd like to claim to be pissed at Rebecca for cheating on me, I must admit I screwed around on her too. I went to Florida for a week to see Violet. I told Rebecca I was going with a friend who was on a business trip to California. I lied. Why? To be honest I don't know. To get laid? No cause I had that at home.

Before the Florida trip I messed around with another woman. This other woman was a friend of a friend of Becca. She was hitting on me big time when we met. Since I was with Becca that night I pushed this woman away. Unfortunately I ran into her at a club one night when Rebecca wasn't with me. She came on to me. I danced with her but thought nothing of it. We went and sat a table. She wasted no time. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me over to kiss her. She wasn't bashful as she stabbed her tongue down my throat. I didn't resist and I responded to her kiss. We kept making out in the corner of the club. She reached down to my hands and lead my up to her breasts. She pulled her blouse up and exposed her tits to me. She held her tits right up to my mouth. I was weak, I gave in. I took her tits into my mouth when she offered them.

We were sitting on a big love chair in a hidden corner. After she let me suck and touch her tits, she just dropped to her knees. I wanted to stop her but I couldn't as she unzipped my fly. She reached in and pulled out my dick. She didn't blow me but instead jacked me off. She put the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked while she stroked me off. I tried to stop her but I'm lying I loved it. I felt myself start to come. I warned her that I was going to come in her mouth. I was past the point of no return. Instead of pulling away she started sucking down my whole shaft and I came. I was stunned. She swallowed the whole thing. After I stopped coming, she zipped me up.

She then sat on my lap and cuddled up to me. She said,"I know you have a girlfriend but when I saw you I thought Wow that guy."

I said nothing. I enjoyed the whole experience but a feeling of guilt tempered the joy.

I held her tight to me and after a few minutes I said,"I'm sorry. This never should have happened. I have to go."

She said,"Don't be sorry. I knew what I was doing and so did you. Don't worry I won't cause shit with your woman. I like you but don't want any problems."

I was just floored by this woman. To this day I still don't know what to think other than can it be true? Am I too easy for my own good? Sad to say about my character, I don't regret my time with this unnamed woman. I just regret that Rebecca found out and I hurt her. Can you blame her for cheating on me? I can't.

I hope I didn't offend anyone with the graphic language. It's all fact and what I remember.

Good night, sleep well and remember, even the Pope needs to get laid!

As I stand on the balcony with my funny hat....
veni, vidi, vici

Papa Juan Pablo III

My women and Dramatis Personae

Today was supposed to be the start of my vacation. I was going to fly to Florida to visit a friend in Tampa and take a side trip to visit Violet.

I delayed it for a few reasons. One, I needed more money to really enjoy myself which has been solved by working two overtime shifts last week and one double time shift plus working two more overtime shifts this coming week. The second is cause Lily needed help with something and only way I could help her is if I stayed in town. Third, my mother is going to have an operation soon and I want to be available in case she needs anything.

Has anyone noticed a theme of me and soccer games leading to some kind of adventure for me? Apu called me yesterday morning and asked if I wanted to go to the match tonight. Fortunately I was working graveyard shift so I couldn't go. Hahaha...there is a match on Wednesday night and I'm probably going. I promise I'm going to be on my best behavior.

Rebecca, the woman I formerly loved, called me yesterday afternoon. She asked me if I could spy on her daughter for her. What? Yes, her daughter is meeting a friend tomorrow at the beach but Rebecca is afraid she's really meeting an older guy. I have a friend in from out of state so I don't know if I can do it. Truth is I'm going to find a reason not to do it. As much as I care for her teenage daughter, it's not something I want to get involved with.

It's damn selfish of me but I hate when my friends move away to other cities or states. They always move for a good reason though. Like better jobs, closer to family, spouse or girlfriend gets better job or to go to law school. It's very hard for me to let people get close to me so when I do I hate to lose them. The good thing is that the people who have left have stayed in touch and when they are in town we get together. I genuinely miss these people though. But they have to do what's better for them and not stay just cause I want them to.

Lily had a fight with her mom on friday night. What her mom said to her was pretty ugly. Lily had stayed out late with a girlfriend of hers and when she got home her mom asked,"Well how much did you charge?" That's pretty rude. I told Lily though that I would ever say something like that I could see her mother's point of view. Lily's brother said about the samething I said. Lily has gotten into the habit of staying out to early hours of the morning on weekends. I think her mom was just frustrated. Poor Lily. To top it off two, not one, but two of her brothers have car wrecks. I could fill megabytes just telling Lily's story especially about the ugly divorce.

Well since I changed the names of the people I'm writing about I figured I'd better make a list of who is who before I start forgetting which names go with who and to give any reader an idea of how they relate to me. I'll keep it updated as my needed. These are the main characters for now.

Dramatis Personae
Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

Eva – matriarch of the Pope’s family that includes the Pope's sister and her three boys and a half brother and his two sons and two grandsons

Pope John Paul III – me, the person these stories revolve around

Beth - John Paul’s younger sister by four years.

Rod – John Paul’s half brother older by sixteen years

Binkley – JP’s best friend since middle school and fiercest supporter and most loyal friend. I named him after the character from Bloom County.

Apu – JP’s best friend in the current city he lives. They are old college friends. Despite being JP’s best friend he’s also his fiercest critic and is very blunt toward JP. Of course he’s named after The Simpsons character. No he’s not Indian but close enough for this story.

William – Not only did he grow up with JP but they went to the same grade, middle and high schools together along with attending the same University. He’s between jobs and floats between his and JP’s hometown and JP’s current city of residence.

Violet – JP’s on again off again ex-girlfriend and occasional lover. They were last a couple in 2002 but the lover part still applies.

Rebecca – JP’s ex-girlfriend as of June 2007. She’s eastern European. Sometimes referred as the “woman I used to love” by JP III.

Gina – Rebecca’s teenage daughter.

Lily – JP’s rebound attempt at a girlfriend after he and Violet broke up for the second time. JP still maintains a very close friendship with her.


Locations of this silly story:

Houston – the Pope’s current city of residence. The Pope actually lives is a redneck town outside of Houston.

San Antonio – The city where the Pope grew up and majority of his family lives.

BOC – Big Oil Company. Unnamed petrochemical company the Pope works for.

One Man Soccer Hooligan

One Man Soccer Hooligan

Thank God I was born in the USA where soccer does not have the fanatical following it has in other countries. I'm not an instigator but I am a finisher. Wednesday night gives further proof that I am the one man soccer hooligan.

The game featured Club America vs. Houston Dynamo. The Super Liga features four of Mexico's best clubs playing four of MSL's best clubs for bragging rights as the best club in North America plus a $1 million prize to the winning club.

Club America is a storied futbol club from Mexico City. Basically Club America is to Mexican futbol as the Dallas Cowboys are to the NFL. The Houston Dynamo are defending champs of the North American domestic league (12 U.S. teams and 1 Canada team). Mexican futbol fans look down their collective noses at U.S. soccer despite the fact that US soccer has put its collective foot in Mexico's ass. (Note: I'm deliberately avoiding the use of America when referring to the US team and fans to avoid confusion with the Mexican futbol club).

As I arrived at the stadium, the crowd seemed heavily in favor of the Mexican side with plenty of Club America yellow and blue jersey's. If I had to guess, I'd say it was about 60-40 based on colors only. Seeing the yellow and blue was starting to piss me off. The more of those colors I saw the more determined I was to buy a new orange Dynamo jersey. After the gates opened, I went straight to the shop and bought Dwayne De Rosario's No. 14 shirt. I also bought a Dynamo scarf. Scarves are by far the coolest soccer gear available. Go to a real soccer bar and scarves from favorite clubs are every where.

Right before the game started the numbers started to even out more as the Orange and the Yellow & Blue jerseys split about 50-50. That's when the shit talking started by the Mexican fans. They definitely were more vocal than Dynamo fans. The men three rows behind me were especially vocal and liquored up. The one wearing a yellow jersey was extremely vocal. He yelled cuss words in Spanish and called one of the Dynamo players a "pinche negro." He was getting pretty racial on the black players.

Sometime early in the match the man behind me went to the concession stands to buy something for him and wife. That's when drunk yellow jersey guy saw my shirt with De Rosario's number 14. He yelled to me,"Hey, el pinche negro De Rosario te chinga to madre! I say De Rosario fucks you mother in case you don't speak Spanish!" I just glared at him and shrugged my shoulders and fought my instinct to say,"Oh si, oiy que De Rosario te chinga to padre en su culo." (Oh yeah, I heard that De Rosario fucks your dad in his ass). I didn't though. I used a different tactic. I verbally attacked his favorite team at every chance I got for the rest of the first half.

Every time a Club America player went down I started yelling out loud,"Waaaah, waaaaah, waaaaah...come on you big baby, get up and play...no blood no harm..." I was relentless on what I said. Loud and obnoxious. Every time Club America missed a shot on goal I'd yell,"Gooooool! Goooool! Goooooo!...oh, no Goooool, no Goooool...que lastima." I said many obnoxious things through out the game.

In the 42nd minute, Dynamo's Nate Jagua scored much to the Mexican's display. I just looked up at my verbal opponent and smiled. His friend got pissed and started dancing like a woman to mock the Dynamo's fans celebration. I just held up both hands to indicate 1-0.

It reached a crescendo around the 60th minute. A Club America player fouled a Dynamo hard and took him to the ground. The ref issued a yellow card to the offending player. I hadn't had a chance to say a thing. Mr. Drunk Yellow Jersey had enough. The beer came flying from behind me. It missed but splattered every one in front of me for four rows.

Immediately he sat down and tried to look innocent. Didn't work. They all turned around and talked shit to him and asking if they wanted them to come up there. Some British guy had enough and said,"That's it, he has to go." Remember Yellow has been yelling obscenities in English and Spanish and racial ones at the Dynamo's black players too. The Brit went down the tunnel and when he came back two security guards were with him. He pointed out Yellow and next came the police. The two cops went up there and told him he didn't have to come but it was wise to cause they were going
to take him. Yellow didn't put up a fight and left albeit with his arm twisted behind him. I guess the cops were just taking precautions.

Me being the asshole that I am gave the cops a standing ovation and the guy in front of me did the same. Of course I had to start singing,"Sha na na na, Sha na na naaa, hey hey good bye...sha na na na, sha na na na, hey hey good bye..."

In case you give a rat's ass, 1-0 was the final score.

E Pluribus Enum. It's Sunday and I know I have something to do but what? Mass?
Pope JP3

More shennanigans

This time the deeds were not those of my friends but mine and mine alone.

The beach party was Saturday July 14th. We had fun. I went out to the beach house in the afternoon and hung out and drank a few beers before I had to back and pick my date. She's one of the main characters in this real life drama of mine. For her sake, I'll call her Lily. I went and picked up Lily and we went back to the beach house. We had drinks, sang, danced and hung out. We decided to go to this hole in the wall dump place to have drinks. Hell, they even got me to karaoke. I sang George Strait's "Amarillo By Morning." My apologies to Mr. Strait. I took her home early Sunday morning and that was that. She didn't want to stay the night at the beach house. So then I went home.

I got home about 4:30 a.m. and woke up around one or two in the afternoon. I decided to skip day two at the beach and instead sleep a bit more and the take in the local MLS team's game that evening.

Skip the next paragraph if you don't want to read my mini sports rant.

Soccer, football to the rest of the world, is actually a very entertaining game. The flow, the set up, the attack, the counterattack and the set pieces are beautiful things to watch. In order these are my favorite sports: football (college and pro), basketball (limited only to my favorite team and the local team), soccer (any pro level and international play), NHL hockey and then baseball. It's to the point where I hate baseball. It's boring. Too many players standing around, pitcher spitting and grabbing his crotch. I really don't hate baseball that much but it's getting there. That's my sports rant.

Okay back to the game. I had fun and I had a few beers. Then after the game I decide what the hell I'm going to go have a few more beers before I go home. Just two or three. Bad idea. Three turned into four. Four turned into five and five turned into I don't fucking have a clue. I don't know what I was thinking cause obviously I wasn't. From the bar, I walked all the way back to street I used to live on and woke up my old neighbor. I was drunk, I lost my car keys and my cell phone. She was nice enough to let me stay. Oh shit, I had to call work and tell them I'm sick.

When I woke up, she took me to the place I was at the previous night. Big problem. The car isn't in the parking lot. We go in and ask if it got towed and if my keys and credit card are there. No on all counts. Uh oh, oh shit. No, they don't tow from their parking lot for a few days. They assume any cars left belong to drunks smart enough not to drive home so why fuck with them cause next time they just might drive home if they fear it's towed. The bartender gives me a free beer. I'm sitting there with this sick feeling. My car has been stolen I guessed. Last thing I remember is sitting outside with these people I met there. I'm scared cause I have my wallet but my credit card, keys and car are missing. Not a good thing.

After we finish the free beer, my former neighbor says let's take a drive down to the Village. Maybe my stupid ass drove down there. I said okay but I'm 99.9% sure I didn't drive. Well, 99.9% of me was wrong. My car was in the parking lot and my phone was in it. No keys so I went into one pub and my keys or card weren't in it. I went across the street and my card was there but no keys.

To make a long story short, I had to have my car towed to the dealership and have a new key cut. They couldn't do it by VIN number. The car had to physically be there so they could program the new key to the car. The tow was cheap since I had an auto club. Only $5. Yeah, new key with remote you ask? $318. The real pisser is the two days I missed of work were overtime. That's two days at $500 each plus the $318. I ended up losing big time.

But it could have been a lot worse. I could have been calling someone to bail me out. Since that's happened before, I don't EVER want to go through that again.

Those events only cover my personal life from July 15-18, 2007. There is more about my friends but that's all I feel like writing about tonight.

If you made it this far...God bless you.

Take care,
Pope JP III

P.S. - I got a beer thrown at me at a soccer match tonight. I'm so happy! I'll tell that story tomorrow.

Damn did Howl at the moon and more

Saturdays beach house party went great. I've also been given the official anytime you want to come down invite. Of course, now I need a contact number so I wont show up on somebody's romantic weekend or something where it's invite only.

Unfortunately I'm not one to know when to stop a party. Without going into to many details, I lost my keys and credit card at a bar. The credit card was found but I had to tow the car to a dealership and shell out $300 for a new key.

I plan on sleeping and relaxing for the next couple of days before I go back to work on wednsday. I'm still planing on the Florida trip. I need the break and relaxation.

Damn Russians, they won't extridiate key suspect Andrei Lugovoi of killing Alexander Litvinenko. Russian's constitution forbids extradition of its citizens.

Telenovela Script

I started this blog in part to keep my sanity or at least write things out and hope there is some therapeutic value in it. Also my intention is to write about anything that comes to mind. You know sports, politics, my personal life etc. Right now my personal life has been the main topic. Since August 2006 I have enough material to match a Spanish telenovela plot.

Thinking back to August, I have two women contact me I haven't heard from in at least five years. One who was my girlfriend and wanted to get back together. The other going through probably one of the ugliest divorces I've heard of. A cousin whose marriage is in the shitter. My own relationship going up and down and finally ending. Someone I know with drinking problems. My closest friend's dad almost dying. A friend with a brain tumor. A friend quitting his job. My sister's emergency surgery. A coworker fired for violating the company's drug and alcohol abuse policy. And of course Alexander Litvinenko for a touch of international intrigue.

Two nights ago I got an email from another friend to please call her. I did. She had a major fight with one of her friends. Okay, fine. I listened to her and yeah she was right and her friend, now former friend, was wrong.

Then last night the friend that went through the ugly divorce sent me a text message. Her oldest son, who is five, came out with he's never going to have a dad and never have a real family. It broke her heart. The father never has visited the children since the divorce and never paid any child support. One night when I called her, I heard the little boy ask,"Mom, is that my dad calling?" That's terrible and sad. Last night they ended up crying themselves to sleep.

In between all the texting, my phone rings. I thought it was same friend that needed to talk. Nope, it was my sister. She's crying. She just had a major knock down fight with her husband. She admitted it was her emotions getting the best of her.

Of course, the woman I just ended a three year relationship with has to contribute too. Her business has been struggling for the last three months. She's not two worried yet. I'm not either. Nor will I be.

Is it any wonder I'm seeing a shrink and talking happy pills?

Is there any good news? Yes. One of my old college buddies and best friends is coming to town and going to be at the beach house this weekend and I'm invited. Time to kick back, drink a few beers and howl at the moon....

Tune in for the next episode of "Tres Rosas Espinosas"

I Rode the Bus. He Rode the Bus. The Bus was Late. Amen.

Papa Juan Pablo III

I Must Be Better

Actually, I'm officially announcing my return to sanity. I saw my shrink yesterday and even she said I look a lot better than I did two weeks ago. It was actually a pretty good bull session for me. She did prescribe for me to go on vacation after I told her I've only taken two days off from work this year. I got the usual spiel about needing time off and away from work. Go anywhere, she told me, just go.

My friend had been bugging me to come visit her in Tampa. So I'm scheduling some time off from work, about two weeks, to go for a visit.

My friend Violet lives in Florida too so I'm hoping to visit her for a few days. She finally called me with the results of her biopsy...thank God it was benign. No cancer. They can't remove it because there is a 50-50 chance she could be paralyzed on one side of her body. So the doctors will treat the symptons and monitor the tumor so for growth and any other changes.

I've also decided to move away from this King of the Hill town I live in. I figure I need a change of scenery. I don't have an exact date on when I'm gonna move. I just know I want to move before the end of the year. I have in mind a few places too. Just a matter of getting off my ass and doing it.

Sadly I'm still no closer to solving the murder of Alexander Litvineko. Although I have eliminated http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Igor_the_Assassin as a suspect. I'm also guessing that Boris Godunov and Natasha Fatale had nothing to do with the murder either. They've been pretty quiet since the fall of the Soviet Union.

Well, it's time to put on my big hat, stand on my balcony and bless my neighbors as they leave for work.
Take care,
Pope JP the Third

Can It Really Be?

Can it really be that I'm returning back to normal. Sign number one, I'm listening to music again. In case you haven't read any of my previous posts, listening to music instead of talk radio is a good thing. When I'm depressed I don't want to hear any music.

A bunch of my friends have myspace.com sites so I decided to actually build mine. I had one just in order to view other sites but I never put anything on my site. Slowly but surely I'm adding stuff. I'm not going to give the link here because I'm not anonymous on myspace. It's kinda a cool way to keep in touch with friends. Other than that, I don't see much point to it.

Speaking of online, I've actually been communicating with a couple of women on match.com. Like I said before, I am feeling lonely since the end of my relationship with the woman I love. So I thought I'd try the online dating thing. One lady I responded to seems really sweet. We've been exchanging emails. They are nice too. Not short one liners but not long books either. About three or four paragraphs with what's going on and revealing a little bit about ourselves. I'm not getting hopes up to high because I have my doubts about online dating. At worse, maybe I've made a new friend. That's something in my book.

I went home this last weekend to pick up somethings I left at my mothers after my class reunion. My sister shocked me cause she was supossed to be out of town visiting her inlaws with her husband and kids. Turns out she had to have emergency surgery on Tuesday.

One of my best friends, I'll call him William, was until last week my only drama free friend. Nope, two weeks ago he had to put that streak to an end. His boss was piling project on project on him with really short deadlines. William had enough and quit his job. Now he's bummed out and depressed. I tell him he'll be all right. No lie he'll be fine. He's a licensed engineer. He's worth his weight in gold. Someone will read his resume and hire him to start next week with this week paid. He'll be fine.

My friend went in for her biopsy last Thursday. She said she'd have the results within 36 hours. I'll call her Violet. Violet said she'd call me over the weekend with the results. It's Monday and I haven't heard from her. Whatever it is, I'm sure she needs time to deal with it and she'll call me when she's ready to tell me.

My latest fascination is with the death of Alexander Litvinenko. You can read about it at Alexander Litvinenko poisoning - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Okay, that's enough therapy for me today. I'll be back soon.

A special thanks to Junebug for being a fellow train wreck. Feel free to email me at popejpthree@gmail.com.

Ante Meridiem. Uncle Meridiem. All the Little Meridiems.
Pope Joannes Paulus III

What is New?

Really nothing is new. The train wreck is still out on the tracks and I haven't calmed down one bit.

I went to the reunion and it was a blast. That is until I got blasted. I don't remember the last hours of the dance. What an idiot!

I'm glad I saw some of the people that were there. The others don't remember me nor I them. Well, they may remember me as that guy who got really blasted at the 20th when we all get together for the 30th. I did see someone who I'd turn the page on but it was still great to see her. Good luck to her with her upcoming nuptials.

Right now I'm not really in the mood to write out what all is going on. Then again that's one of the reasons I started this blog. Not so much for someone else's entertainment but to help me screw my head on straight.

Some things I think are just to personal even for this spot. I think in keeping things general if I'm "outed" I won't have said too much or hurt someone too much. Plus there is the libel issue..LOL....

Match.com has been a bust so far but then again, I don't know what the hit/miss ratio is. Maybe I'm being aggressive enough or not. Who knows? I'm going to keep plugging away.

I hope this doesn't smack of any desperation cause to be honest, I'm really lonely. I've had someone who was a big part of my life for three years. She's still around but not in the way we used to be. I miss the time we spent together but at the sametime I'm glad she moved on if I couldn't make her happy. Like I told her when she dropped her bombshell on me, I just want her to be happy. I'm not the one....hopefully I find the one and she does too.

Good night from the balcony,
Pope JPIII

I'm a train wreck

Monday I was an emotional train wreck. I suffer from clinical depression and it hit me hard Monday. Thank God my shrink was able to see me.

I know a big part of it too is the woman I love doesn't feel the same for me. Okay so it's time to move on and get over it. Easier said than done.

How bad am I? I eat once a day, almost called in sick to work, don't enjoy anything and can't stand listening to music. I've discovered that music is an indicater of my moods. Right now all I'll listen to is either talk radio or comedy I've downloaded. When I'm listening to music, that means I'm in a good mood. If I'm listening to nothing but talk then something is majorly wrong. Weird I know but that's something I've discovered.

In the depth of my depression, I decided one way to get out of it is to meet new people. I'm embarking an attempt at online dating. Three days into my profile going up and I've had four responses with one an out right rejection. I've decided I'm going to be pretty aggressive in my search.

Well, here's looking up your skirt.

Pope JP III

Life can suck

I guess we all know life can suck. Sometimes I think things are going too good and I expect something bad to happen. This week it did.

I can't trust the woman I thought I loved. What kind of love is that? She confessed something to me that upset me greatly. She knows she upset me and hurt me and does know how I feel about her. Right now I'm just hurt and depressed. I hope someone takes joy in my misery!

On top of that I found out my ex-girlfriend has a brain tumor. I really shouldn't call her my ex anymore. We were last together as a couple in 2001. Despite that we remain really close friends.

For months she'd been complaining about headaches. She couldn't go to the doctor because there was a 90 day wait on benefits for her new job. June 1 the insurance kicked in and on June 6 she went for a complete physical. A scan revealed a tumor on the right side of her brain. Pending a biopsy, it's unknown if it cancer or not. I pray to God it's not.

This woman has the worst luck of anyone I know. Granted some of it is of her own doing and some of it is just plain shitty luck. When she does stuff like walk off her job abruptly it's hard to muster any sympathy for her. She lost her apartment. She lives with a friend and friend's husband but I get the feeling he's not too thrilled about her and her kid being there. She won't admit it but I think she's fucking around with an old boyfriend of hers from a few years ago. Whatever, she's got issues. All I can do now is play shrink to her. That's okay cause she does the same for me.

Only good news for me this week: My Beloved San Antonio Spurs won a fourth NBA Championship. Now the on going debate is whether or not they are a dynasty. I don't buy it. At least not yet. Yeah, they've won consistently for a decade and won four titles in nine years. But do they rank up there with the runs that the Showtime Lakers, Russell's Celtics or Jordon's Bulls? I don't think so. At least not yet. Repeat or get another title or two in over the next three years. I'll change my thinking then.

That's it for now.

Pope JPTHREE

Is there anything wrong with taking pure unadulterated pleasure at
another's misery?  I'm I that unhappy and miserable in my own life that I
like seeing others suffer?  Or is it I just enjoy watching someone reap
what they sow?

I'll be honest, I don't take joy in an other person's misery.  Death, loss
of valuable items, destruction of property are things I don't enjoy
befalling on anyone.  What a person works hard for and earns, I don't want
to see that taken away from them in any manner.  Someone should be able to
enjoy the fruits of his labor without worrying about loss, theft or
otherwise deprived of earned fruits.

What I do enjoy is someone who is self righteous, lazy and a hypocrite
fall flat on her face.  This person, a coworker of mine, assumed a certain job
was hers.  That the interviews were a mere show and that she would get the job.

A little background here.  The place I work operates 24 hours a day, 7
days a week including weekends.  We have four shifts that work 12 hours a
day for four days and then have four days off.  After the four days off, a
shift comes back to work four 12 hour nights.  We never close down
except in extreme cases like a hurricane.  We work through holidays (at a
premium rate) and weekends.  We also work plenty of overtime.  Some times the
OT is voluntary and sometimes it's not.

There are very few straight day jobs that are not management or technical
staff.  One of our sections is straight day 9 to 5 no weekends, no
holidays.  Being a union site, vacancies in this section were filled by
seniority.  For some god forsaken reason, the union agreed to let
management fill those positions by interviewing and selecting who they
want.  Management uses the day jobs as a carrot to dangle in front of
certain people to do their bidding.

My fellow technician thought the job was hers.  She bragged about how
she loved working days.  How her people over there loved her.  See, she was
a backfill for when someone over there was off sick or on vacation.  For a
position like this, management wants someone who is active with
different committees, volunteers to train others and are basically suck ups.  The
unspoken requirement is that they want you to sell someone down the
river and give management all the dirt on what's going on in the work place.
However it appears they want a self motivated go getter, not someone
they had to tell to meet all the written and unwritten requirements.

This person is a church going God fearing person but will screw you
over in a heart beat if she thought it would get her the day job.  When she was
filling in for someone on the day section, it was somehow convenient
that it happened every holiday so she could be off.  She did no one here any
favors.  She gets indignant when you ask her a question or for help. 
She is very selfish.  She'll work a several days in a row of overtime and then
call in sick at the last minute cause she's tired.  She's lazy.  She
won'tfinish her work sometimes because she's done for the day and the next
shift can do it.  She's gotten phone calls requesting something to be done. 
She won't  pick up the phone after she's paged.  She leaves the job she
worked a mess and doesn't resupply what she's used up.

The first time she didn't get the day job they told her it was because
she wasn't involved with any committees and they wanted her more involved
in extracurricular work activities.  She joins one safety committee to
make it look like she tries.

In comes another person and actually starts doing all the
extracurricular stuff.  Not only does he go to the meetings, he actually comes up with
safety programs.  He comes in and rolls up his sleeves and worked to
improve the work area.  He actively lobbied to get new safer equipment. 
He had changes made to things to improve safety.  You could see the visible
affects he had on the work area.  He accomplished things while the other
one just went to an occasional meeting.

Lo and behold, another day job opened up.  The fat lazy worker thought
she
was a shew in.  She walked around here with a swagger, a holier than
though
attitude, a God loves me more than you air about her.  I guess since
God
loved her more none of the heathens would get the job.

I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when they told her she
didn't
get the job.  Right now the word is that she's upset.

I take complete joy in watching this lazy, fat, arrogant, self
righteous
bitch fall flat on her face.  She tried to play a game and got burned. 
A
young go getter beat her to the finish line.

Yes, I take utter joy in her misery.  I'm glad she didn't get the job. 
I
think she got what she deserved.  I guess God does have a sense of
humor
too.

Welcome

Wow, I just wrote a whole intro to this blog and bam it was gone. Never posted.

So in view of that I'll save my intro for another time. I just want to drink beer and sleep. Not in that order.

I'll be back later with a relavent post.
Signing out,
JPTHREE

Footnote: I found my original post that was to be the welcome. It's in the next blog.

Welcome

Welcome to me not to you. This is my first blog since 2002. I started my original blog in 1998 before the term blog was widely used. I quit writting pretty much after 9/11/2001. Why? I'm not sure but something about those days took alot out of me. I had some much I wanted to write about the events of that day and what's happened since. I became worn out and no longer had a passion to post.

My original blog was sarcastic at times along with my thoughts on what the hell was going in the sports world. From the sports world, I ventured out into other topics, including politics.

That last blog I put my ass out there. I told everyone what I wrote. Not this time. I'm going to write what I want and when I want. I'm going to do little to reveal my identity. If you find this blog and put together the details and figure out who I am....guess what...I won't deny it.