Oh Sexy Girlfriend!

You smell fishy!
Well your Pope has been a bit busy lately.

I’ve been working some overtime at work to pay for the final touches on my car’s engine work. Next up for her is a brand new custom paint job so she’ll look pretty and sexy.

I’ve also spent a couple of days out on the water fishing. Both times I ended up getting run off by lightening. The first day out at the lake I got some good bites but no catches. The second day down at a river I caught plenty of fish but no keepers. Two catfish, three ladyfish and two small strippers (a third didn’t count because it was foul hooked). The ladyfish were a lot of fun to catch as they hit only artificial lures. One almost put my eye out when I tried to set the hook and the fish broke loose. The lure flew out of the water and right past my face.
Between working extra shifts and fishing, I’ve let my apartment go to shit. Not a mess but just clutter.

Also preseason football started and I went to one game.

So Long Dear Uncle

My uncle died Friday after a long battle with cancer. My plan was to take the afternoon off from work Monday and drive to out of town for the funeral. After waking up tired Sunday, I decided to take the whole day off on Monday. I needed to get my car inspected, a haircut and make sure my suit fit.

I had asked my cousin if I could be a pallbearer if she didn’t have the six picked out yet but she did. I did some other task during the mass. I didn’t matter to me but I was honored that I got to do one last task for my uncle.

Two’s Company, Three’s a Manage a Twat

Tomorrow I make a quick stop at my home for a change of clothes and vehicles and I’m off to a casino to meet some friends and celebrate a friend’s birthday.

It’s kind of a weird situation for me. Originally a much larger group was going. I asked my friend who all was in the final tally. She told me it was just me, her and her boyfriend. Great. I get to be a third wheel at best and a third in a threesome at worst. Trust me the later scenario is the worst idea.

To be honest, I don’t want to reveal much yet of what is going on there. She’s in a messed up domestic situation and wants to dump her boyfriend but for financial reasons just can’t yet.

I’ll say this much. We get along really great and she’s a lot of fun to hang out. She deserves better than the fuck up she’s dating right now. I’m her sounding board on their problems. Sometimes I want to grab her by the neck and say, “Run, dammit, run!” It’s not my place to. I think back to my last year with Rebecca and realize I was in the same situation. Not financially dependent but emotionally dependent. Rebecca was my crutch and my enabler of bad habits. Yet I decided to stay in the situation.

I let my friend know about the train wreck that was me and Rebecca. And I told her how bad a situation it was for me and how destructive it was. But I don’t tell her how to run her life. I just want her to see I was in a similar situation and it blew up ugly and nasty.

Boss, da plane, fantasy football plane!


Football season officially opens for me on Saturday with the kick off of my alma mater’s first game. I have a ticket but may not make the game. Saturday also marks the day of my fantasy football league draft. I hope we wrap up the draft in time to make kick off.

Football. My favorite time of year. It’s Christmas, Hanukkah, Ramadan, Kwanzaa and all other religious holidays for me. My bible is Pro Football Weekly and my church is Reliant Stadium. Best time of year.

Well, like Paris Hilton’s panties, I’m off.

The Pontiff Maximus Johannes Paulus III