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