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July 31, 2008

More From The Box of Memories

Here is some more of the stuff I've scanned in from the box of pictures and newspaper articles of my grandfather's that he kept regarding my dad.

This is my mother's senior picture. She hates it. I think she's beautiful in it! She'd kill me if she knew I'd put it on here.
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And here is my dad's senior picture. In case you're wondering... I look like my dad. (want proof? Look at the bottom of this post!) My brother and sister got all of my mom's genes and I got stuck with his! Oh well, I'd rather be my ugly self and have him for my dad than anybody else. I'm a true daddy's girl!

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Here are a couple of articles regarding my dad's boxing.
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When I asked him about this article the other day he told me that it's total bullshit. He was pissed off and was furious at the doctor for not letting him tape it up and fight. What he didn't know at the time (actually, until two days later) was that his thumb was not only broken, it was crushed in places and the joint totally disentegrated. He still has trouble with it. I can remember watching him wince at times when I was a kid and he'd do something as simple as just pick something up. It was bad.
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Ummm yes, this is my brother (we were probably 6 and 2 or so here). Do you notice who he DOES and DOES NOT look like? It's bs, I tell ya. I couldn't even get my mother's long eyelashes. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, but they both do! (reminding myself just how awesome my dad is! LOL)

Now I gotta get back to work. =(

July 27, 2008

The Last Weekend... waaaaaaaaah!

This is the last weekend that Craig and I have without a kid. Oh, don't get me wrong... we enjoy our kids, but we have really enjoyed just spending our days together. Yes, Austin is around but he's grown. No really, he is! He'll be 21 next month (ackkkkkkk!!!!)

I've spent alot of time on the computer the last several days because I've been scanning a bunch of the newspaper articles about my dad boxing into the computer. I've been searching high and low and for whatever reason I could find very little online. I even called the Texas Golden Gloves office. I'm looking for video of my dad fighting but they don't keep any. They only keep stats on each fighter (whatever!). I finally found the problem. The Ft. Worth Star Telegram donated an entire library of photos and articles to the library at the University of Texas at Arlington. They are held in the "special collection" regarding significant contributions between the late 1800's through 1980's to the development of Texas. My dad is in it! I have found out that they have alot!

I have an entire box of clippings that my grandfather had, plus all the ones that he had. I've got some pictures plus some of the articles have pictures but I don't have his State Championship pictures, so I'm going down to the Golden Gloves office on Tuesday to get a copy. I did find some articles at the Chicago Tribune from when he fought in the National GG Tournament. I'm putting all of this in a new scrapbook for him plus another scrapbook of family pictures from his dad's side of the family.

I'm also putting one together for my mother and her family is MASSIVE (Amish Mennonite) so I've got sooooooooo many pictures and so much information to sort through. My brother, sister and I are throwing my parents a joint 65th birthday party at the end of September, right between their birthdays (they are 11 days apart). We are in the process of contacting the couple that set my parents up on a blind date so they can be there! I've also been working on the party details, plus all the work on the house so I am SWAMPED!

So now I'm tired and I'm ready to take a bath and go to bed. But first, wanna see one of the pics of my dad? The articles have to be shrunk down in order to upload but when I do that you can't read the writing so I'll just post this one thing.

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This is my dad, Wayne Morris (on the right), fighting Billy Shannon in 1960 (I think) My dad and Billy were actually great friends outside the ring!

July 25, 2008

Been There, Seen That... oh well, look again!

UPDATE: Ok, my smart-ass husband just pointed out that I could have prevented the lines in it by plugging the camera straight into the tv. Oh. If I'd have thought of that I'd have done it but truthfully it never crossed my mind. He says we'll experiment with it this weekend. I don't know why, because I'm buying myself a new digital dvd camera in the next month. I soooooooo won't need this one, but at least I'll know how to do whatever it is he's gonna show me. Whatever.

I finally got tired of not being able to copy the video that I have TiVo'd from the newscast after Ryan won state. Obviously their cameraman had a MUCH better position than me, not to mention better equipment. I've kept in on my TiVo all this time but I wanted it here, so I just videoed it playing on my bedroom tv. Wanna see? Too bad, look anyway! The saddest part of it is that (at least when I watch it from the tv) you can hear me screaming like a banshee. Whatever!

July 22, 2008

Who?

This past weekend I finally set up my classmates thingy. Don't ask me why it took so long, but all this time I've only been on reunionDOTcom. Boring.

Anyway, it's sooooooo wierd looking at all of that because some of the names I remember, but I can NOT put a face to the name to save my life. I've lived in Crowley for.EV.ER. Seriously. Forever. So all of us who went to elementary school have known eachother since we were in kindergarten. Then, Crowley got a second elementary school when we were in 2nd grade, I think. So for the next 4 years the only time we saw "those" kids is during our softball league games or peewee football stuff. They divided the schools up, and who went to each one, by the railroad tracks that divide the town. This side went to Bess Race, the other Deer Creek. These were all kids who lived inside the Crowley city limits. All 2500 of us (at the time. Now about 5000- wait, that's total citizens. I don't know how many kids it was but I guess it couldn't have been all that many!) Somewhere along the way, Sycamore got brought in, but those kids all live in Ft. Worth. At the time there was only one middle school so we all regrouped in 7th grade, but unless I went to school with these people all along, or they played sports with me I just don't remember some of them.

Its weird living in this town because everybody knows everybody. A couple of months ago Craig went to pay Austin's probation fees downtown and the girl that was taking his money noticed that his address was Crowley. She said she used to live here and Craig joking said, "Then you probably know my wife" (because he can't believe that EVERYwhere we seem to go I run into someone I know... even when we're out of town) and she said, "What's her name?" Craig told her my name (with maiden last name) and she said, "OMG I do know her! She used to hang out with my sister and I." I seriously recognize her name but have no clue who she is. I should probably get out my yearbooks and just look but... nah.

Now, if I see someone that's a totally different thing. I see face all the time and I can usually pinpoint where I know them from. Its a strange deal but faces seem to stick with me forever. My husband would really love it if I stopped running into people I know. But that's what happens in small town Texas. Everyone knows everyone... but at least we aren't related. That's all in Arkansas!

July 19, 2008

What The Hell Is Wrong With Kids These Days?

This is truly one of the most awful articles. How do kids get to this point? I know there are worse things going on out there, but good Lord... this is just sad.

02:09 AM CDT on Saturday, July 19, 2008
By MATTHEW HAAG / The Dallas Morning News
mhaag@dallasnews.com

Seventh-grade boys at Sunnyvale Middle School feared going to first-period PE class. They knew what might await them: Vicious sexual attacks by older eighth-grade students.

Throughout much of last school year, a pack of eighth-graders repeatedly threatened to sexually attack the younger students before and after class.

"They would say, 'I'm going to get you on Monday,' " recalled a 13-year-old seventh-grader, who told The Dallas Morning News that he witnessed the attacks almost daily. " 'We are going to rape you.' "

The Dallas County Sheriff's Department has concluded its investigation and has recommended that the Dallas County district attorney's office prosecute five eighth-grade boys for aggravated sexual assault and/or indecency, according to Kim Leach, a Sheriff's Department spokeswoman.

Ms. Leach declined to answer questions about the exact nature of the sexual attacks.

Whatever the facts, Sunnyvale ISD already has reacted to the case. Starting this fall, students will be required to take a "values-based" class to help them make good choices. And the athletic locker room will be reconfigured so coaches will always be able to see across the room at all angles.

The seventh-grade boy who said he witnessed the attacks agreed to tell his story to The News but didn't want his name used because he fears retaliation.

He said the eighth-grade assailants usually backed up their threats with attacks in the athletic locker room. Coaches were out of sight. And the perpetrators' friends would build a human wall around the attacks – sometimes up to 16 people in length – to prevent anyone from watching or intervening.

Sunnyvale ISD Superintendent Doug Williams verified the seventh-grader's account of the events. The boy also said he spoke with sheriff's investigators twice to tell his story.


More and more violent

The seventh-grade boy said the attacks became more vicious as the year progressed.

At the beginning of the football season – around early September – older students jokingly humped each other. The older boys wore gym shorts and got into piles of eight to 10 students on a locker room bench, he said.

They moaned and laughed.

"I was like, 'What are they doing?' " the seventh-grader said. "I just thought they were sick or something."

But as the older boys noticed the younger students standing in bewilderment and laughing, they started to target the younger seventh-graders. The attacks began a few weeks before winter break in December, the 13-year-old recalled.

"At first, they were just grabbing people and holding them down, but it got more intense," the boy said.

The attacks seemed well organized and followed the same pattern, he said.

The perpetrators waited for the younger students to be facing their lockers. The older boys would run up behind their victims, tackle them to the ground and pin their arms and legs to the floor, the 13-year-old said.

Other students hid in their lockers.

"They'd say, 'Look what I got,' " the boy recalled the attackers saying.

As the victims usually kicked and screamed, the attackers tried to strip off their gym shorts.

The usual leader of the attacks, a muscular eighth-grader, would slide his fist in a foot-long, hard plastic cone and try to sodomize some of the younger boys, the seventh-grader said. All of the victims of attacks that he witnessed were still wearing their gym shorts, he said.

The attackers moaned as they pinned the younger boys, he said.

"They got the kids that they knew would never say anything," the boy said.

The boy, who is big for his age, said the attackers once targeted him. He fought them off and they left him alone when a coach approached.

Several weaker and smaller seventh-graders were constantly targeted, he said.

Coaches sat in their office about 20 feet away. But they were not close enough to hear screams for help, the boy said. And if a coach seemed near, at least two lookout people yelled, "Coach!" and the attacks stopped immediately.

The last attack occurred in early April, he said.


Internal inquiry

Most of the victims and witnesses were too embarrassed or scared to tell anyone what they saw, the boy said. But in late March, his friends finally decided to tell their parents. The parents then informed the school district.

Principal Diana Freeman led the school's initial inquiry into the attacks. Her investigation concluded that nothing beyond bullying took place, said Mr. Williams, the Sunnyvale ISD superintendent.

"We tried to be as proactive as possible to stop these things when we heard about them," he said.

Law officers didn't learn of the attacks until early May when several Sunnyvale residents pleaded with the Sheriff's Department to look into the case. The residents said they knew something far more severe than bullying had occurred.

The sheriff's investigation concluded this week with the recommendations for prosecution. The next step, if it comes, will be the filing of charges by the district attorney's office.

The school's earlier internal investigation didn't square with the serious findings of the sheriff's probe because students had not been forthcoming with what they knew and witnessed, Mr. Williams said.


Growing district

Sunnyvale, a semi-rural community of 4,000 people, sits between Garland and Mesquite next to Lake Ray Hubbard. The middle school, with its gleaming white stone facade, is two years old. And a new high school is under construction for older students who, traditionally, have attended nearby Mesquite schools.

Sunnyvale ISD is developing and growing to serve its middle-class and upper-middle-class homeowners.

"It is flat upsetting both as a parent and as a school official that things like this could happen," Mr. Williams said.

A decision about the future of the eighth-grade boys wouldn't be made until criminal charges are filed or rejected, Mr. Williams said. If charges are filed, the boys could be sent to a juvenile justice alternative education program.

Coaches suspended some of the alleged attackers from athletics in April, but a few were back practicing football this summer at the school. Mr. Williams said coaches and personnel were watching the boys closely.

The seventh-grade boy who watched the daily attacks hopes Sunnyvale ISD officials bar the alleged perpetrators from returning to school. His voice shook and he fidgeted with his left hand as he described the repeated attacks on his friends.

"I don't want them to get off easily," the boy said.

July 18, 2008

You Want To Ask Him Questions About WHAT?

Strange thing happened today. That's been going on alot lately, but this one surely takes the cake.

A detective from Ft. Worth showed up at our door today to question Austin about a murder that happened (I think) about a year ago. This drug dealer victim was a neighbor of one of Austin's friends.

I could really go the rest of my life without ever having a homicide detective at my door again. Ever.

July 14, 2008

Lonely

I hate being alone. Oh sure, it's easy to be alone for a little bit here and there but I don't like it for more than just a little bit. Craig has been gone for 40 hours and that's too long. He won't be back for another 48. :::sigh:::

I don't feel very good today at all. I layed in bed and slept off and on for most of the day. Yes, I know that I'm hiding from myself but tha's the easiest way for me to handle it. Tomorrow, however, I've actually made some plans to get some things done and I plan on following through with it.

Being married to Craig is different than anything I've ever experienced or even imagined that I'd experience. We truly love being together, and could spend all day every day together. Most days we start talking about things and before we know it hours have passed by. Oh sure, he gets on my nerves sometimes and I KNOW I get on his but we could easily pass everyday, all day, together.

Sometimes at night as I'm drifting off to sleep, the last thing I'm physically aware of is his hand slowly caressing my face or rolling over to grab my hand. Many, many mornings I was up to find myself curled up right up against him, my arms and legs wrapped up in his. It is at that moment that I feel true peace. He'd never let anyone hurt me and I have such complete faith that he'd always do right by me.

You always hear people say, "My husband (or wife) is my best friend." I'm sure they are and would never say something that intimates that I believe me relationship is better/stronger than anyone elses. But how many people can truly, 100% honestly say that their spouse knows their worst, most embarassing secret. I'd told him things about my life that I'm ashamed of doing or being a part of. I've told him everything and not one single time have I ever felt shame from judgement by him. There is so much safety and comfort in my life because I don't have to hide myself from him. Some days it isn't easy for me to tell him how I'm feeling, because I know I can easily get caught up in feeling sorry for myself and I can only imagine that he gets tired of it but then he always seems to see through me, right to my heart.

Sometimes he tells me that he knows something's going on because of how I'm acting, but usually he says he can tell by the type of music I will listen to on some days. He reads my mind and my heart and loves me anyway. He loves me in spite of myself and that is more than I could ever ask for.

He's just such a good man. He's honest, hardworking, spiritual and fun. He never gives less than 100% and is always trying to do the right thing. He's just amazing and I feel so blessed to have him in my life. He is perfect for me.

So for now, it's back to my big lonely bed to snuggle with the dogs. They do their best to keep me from being lonely. Go ahead, you can think I'm crazy if you want... I don't care. They, especially Woody, clearly react to my emotions and if you don't believe me that's ok. Craig swears that Woody speaks "human" and Jade, while not nearly as smart as Woody, is just a big lover all the time and wants to make everyone happy. I'll take that!

July 13, 2008

Now What Do I Do?

Ummm, this is going to be a crappy few days. Craig just left a few minutes ago for the airport and he'll be gone until WEDNESDAY NIGHT! (ack!!!) He had to be in Sacramento until Wednesday afternoon so I suggested that he fly out this morning instead of tonight and that way he can drive to Chico (where we used to live) and get in a round of golf with his best friend, Kevin. (I'll tell you something interesting about him in a sec!)

When we moved back (for me) to Texas in 2000 Craig really lost out on having his best friend around. They were very close. They spent every Saturday and Sunday playing at least one round of golf a day (but usually two) plus every year they'd go on golf vacations for a week or so. Anyway, Craig still sees Kevin a couple of times every year, whether he goes to Chico to see him or if Kevin came down to watch Ryan play basketball but they haven't been able to play golf together since 2000. It was well past time, so Craig and Kevin will be playing at Butte Creek Country Club, just about 15 miles from the wildfires burning the shit out of Paradise, Ca. Great times! I'm sure that's the perfect atmosphere to be out traipsing around in 108 degree temps, unable to breathe in anything but ash! Wooo hooooo

Ok, the interesting thing about Kevin... He coached football and basketball at one of the local high schools in Chico and one of his students went on to play football in junior college. Well, some coaches from C@l came up to watch a running back play and ended up going back and telling the head coach that it wasn't the running back they wanted... it was the quarterback. Got any guesses as to who that might be? (HINT- his name is REALLY in the news this week!)

It's Aaron Rodgers, the starting quarterback in-limbo for the Green B@y Packers!!! I'm sure he's not too happy that his name is all over the sports news this week. Anyway, Kevin said this guy is just the nicest kid around. He never fails to call for the girls' birthdays and just is exactly the type of kid you'd want your son to be. Let's hope that winning spirit sticks with him in the coming weeks. He's gonna need all the support he can get! (Favre sucks for this!!!)

So here I sit trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do for the next 3 days. Kyra's in SoCal, Craig's in NoCal. Ryan is in Houston but she'll be home tonight and I'll drive her back to Denton and then drive back home (ughhh!) but THEN WHAT? I'm not good at entertaining myself!

Austin is around, but he's doing his own thing if you know what I mean. Actually, I don't even know what I mean by that. He's been pretty quiet lately, but kind of an ass. I don't know what's been up with him and when I ask him about it he says it's nothing. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. He's so hard to read these days.

So I guess I'm going to go clean... or take a nap. I haven't decided which. I'm guessing, based on past history, that a nap will win the day. Doesn't it always?

July 11, 2008

Houston, We Have A Problem

I had plans to pick up Ryan in Denton this morning because she wanted to come home for the weekend, but she called last night with a change of plans. She still wanted me to pick her up this morning but she needed to be dropped off at TCU to meet some other girls because she had been asked to go work a basketball tournament down in Houston this weekend. It pays $150/day so she was excited.

When I pulled into her dorm parking lot she was outside but watching her walk to the truck was pretty comical. She is walking very slow and VERY stiff. She looks like someone beat her with a stick! They got started on their training program on Tuesday and she is in 9 kinds of pain. When I asked how she was going to work this tournament she just made a face and said she'd get through it. Uh huh, well enjoy Houston!!!

July 10, 2008

No Drama... Today

Yesterday Craig and I went to the Texas Rangers game against the Angels, his favorite team. We go to at least one game of this series every year and usually the Angels win. Not today, though!!

The Rangers play about 30 minutes from where we live. They are building the new D@llas Cowboys stadium in the same place, just across the parking lot. Wanna see the stadium?
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For those unfamiliar with the Cowboys stadium "story"... the reason there is a hole in the roof is so God could watch his favorite team play. I know, I know. Anyway, the new stadium is being built with a hole in the roof, too. So there you have it.

I love Ranger games but holy mother of God was it ever hot last night?! Sheesh... there was sweat running down the back of my legs... so gross. I got a massive frozen margarita to help! haha
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Anyway, it appeared that the Rangers were going to lose so I convinced Craig to leave at the bottom of the 8th inning, conceding the win to the Angels. We kept hearing lots of cheering on the way to the car but when we got inside and turned on the radio there was one runner on base, two outs with the winning run at the plate. Sure as shit, Hamilton knocked it over the right field wall to give the Rangers the win!

So, it was only MOSTLY no drama!

July 8, 2008

Ummm, A Couple Of Things

First, I've gotten a couple of emails and a couple of comments on the last post. Heheehe, its a rather interesting little product. Certainly something that isn't necessary, but a nice little treat here and there. (Side note: I went to Target today for a new coffee maker and decided to check out THEIR aisle. Guess what? EMPTY!)

Ok, yesterday Craig took off just so we could spend the day together. It was really a great day and we decided to get out and shop a little (shocking, I know). There was a big wreck on I-20 in Arlington from three 18wheelers so I told Craig to exit at Little Road. He dove off the freeway just in time and as we approached a driveway to a strip shopping center a lady on a bike ride it in front of a car waiting to pull out and just as she passed the front driver's side corner of the car her wheel turned and she went right back into the car. She hit the ground and immediately grabbed her leg. Craig stopped the car and I jumped out. The lady was laying in the street and it burned my hands just putting them down so when I asked her if I could look at her leg she was just demanding that we hand her her shoes (which had been knocked off) so she could continue.

I took one look at her face and knew that all was not well. She was older... I'd guess mid 50's and her make up, while I'm absoltely certain that it looked JUST like she wanted it, it was horrible. Her lipstick was not on her lips but WAY outside of them. Her eyemakeup was horrible, too but still evident that she took time doing it that way on purpose. Does that make any sense at all?

Anyway, my nursing school stuff kicked into gear and I was mentally ticking off assessments and it wasn't looking good. I told her that I really needed to see her leg, then we'd evaluate whether or not it would be safe to move her. At this point, the front of her pants are covered in blood so she allowed me to look. About 6 inches of her tibia was exposed but I couldn't tell if it was because of a compound fracture or just that she'd ripped the skin off. She was moving her head well enough that I didn't think that her neck and back were injured enough that laying in the hot sun and on that hot street was worth the risk so Craig came over and grabbed her under the shoulders and I carried her under her knees to a spot under a tree, in the grass.

At that point I noticed blood all over my hands and was now covering the whole back side of the bottom of her pants. I hadn't looked at the back of her leg because she was so insistent that the paramedics not be called I was too busy telling her that they MUST be called just because of how the front looked. Someone else had called 911 so I knew that they'd be on their way but she was really trying to get us to let her go. The poor lady from the car was finally out and I'm not sure who was more in shock, honestly.

So I convinced her to let me look at the back of her leg. I was shocked... the back of her leg was split wide open distally and everything was exposed. Veins, adipose tissue and bone. No question now. She was still arguing and I finally told her in a stern voice that unless she wanted to lose her leg she really just needed to stay still and wait on the ambulance that we could finally hear coming. She was concerned about her bike so the guy from the tire shop that was right there told her that they'd keep her bike there for her until she came back for it and he began putting the things from her basket into a bag. It was then that at least ONE of the her problems was obvious. It was because there was a 40oz beer in the basket.

The paramedics arrive and we're told to wait for the cops so they could get our information and finally they get through to this lady to shut up because they will not let her leave without treatment and transportation. Its aparent to them that she isn't all there for any number of reasons. We are finally allowed to leave and go on about our day.

So we did our shopping and came home to continue our testing of the previous day's product! haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

This surely is one of the strangest weekends that Craig and I have ever had.

July 7, 2008

Liquid Gold, Evidently

This story may have a teensy little bit TMI but I have to tell certain details or HOW and WHY we ended up where we were just won't have the same impact. K? Don't worry, none of THOSE details!

Ok, so for a few days now Craig and I keep seeing this pretty funny commercial for the "Yours and Mine" package from KY. (Yes, THAT KY) We don't normally buy that kind of stuff but for whatever reason the commercial caught both of our attentions. About 9:30 last night I decided to make a quick run to the grocery store for several items that I needed to get to make it through this week before I buy the full load of groceries next weekend. Craig decided to go with me and we picked up all the items we needed and were about to head to the front to pay for them when Craig said, "Hey... wanna see if they've got that stuff?" So of course we head to that aisle, only to find they had sold out. (Plus, that stuff is $20 a bottle) So we head to the cash registers only to find that the only check outs that were open were the self checkouts. If I'd only gotten a few things or if I just felt like checking my own groceries I wouldn't have cared, but I'll be damned if I'm going to pay full price for groceries and HAVE to check them myself. So I asked the front end cashier if any were open, she said no, so I said "you can keep your groceries" and left.

We get in the truck and I told Craig to pull into the CV$ so I can at least get the shampoo, conditioner and all that crap. We go but they're closed. On to W@lgreen's. I pick up a few items and Craig brings up the "stuff" again, so we head over to that aisle and even THEY are out. Interesting. So I go back to getting my M@trix shampoo but they don't have the conditioner, so I knew I'd have to go somewhere else anyway so I just put my stuff up and left. We head over to ANOTHER CV$, and they have everything I want but even THEY are out of that stuff. Now, my curiosity is really piqued. Why is EVERYONE out of it? So we break our own cardinal rule and cross the street, heading for W@lmart. Ughhh. We head, yet again, to that aisle. Guess what...? THEY. ARE. OUT!!!! You have got to be kidding me! By now, I'm thinking that this shit must be liquid gold!

I decided that I'd ask one of the ladies stocking the shelves in that department about it. Craig was mortified and just sort of found something on an end cap to stare at. I got the lady's attention and said, "Ok, I hope this doesn't sound creepy but... my husband and I saw this commercial..." and before I could even get the rest of my question out, she said, "Yours and Mine?" I damn near fell over, but managed to nod my head. She then told us that they can NOT keep this stuff in stock and it is selling like crazy. Ummm, ok... now I'll be damned if I'm going home without it! Craig and were having fun driving around anyway so why not? Plus, I'm really pissed that I can't get something I want. I dont' like that, so even if it would have just been lip balm I'd be damned if someone would keep it from me.

So we decide to head to yet ANOTHER W@lmart. OMG, two in one day? And this one is just gross... I felt dirty just being in there. It's not a bad neighborhood, but something has gone really wrong with this store because it is beyond a dump. Blech. We don't even bother looking for anything else and just go right to that aisle. I can NOT fucking believe my eyes when their shelf is EMPTY. This just really isn't possible, is it? About that time I hear some guys yelling. I turn around and these two guys (BIG guys) are chasing down a much smaller guy and they just shove him into a shelf. He catches his balance and starts running... and they make chase. Store employees and running and I see a cop running. Most sane people haul ass for the door, right? Not me, I head right for the ruckus. (Craig is still thinking that these guys were just goofing off because he never saw the cop or the guys shove him)

These two big guys had gotten ahold of the younger guy and his face is already bruised and swollen and his arm is cut open. The two guys are being semi controlled by the cop- a wimpy looking asshole who didn't see it start but was sure gonna show them who was in charge... jerk. Anyway, the two guys are now just letting the cop hold them back and the guy that got jumped is now fired up. (I find out at this point that he is also an employee there) He is screaming at the other two, "You wanna jump me, Cu? You wanna fight, nigga? Now you got your fight!" Oh shit, this is going south real fast. Another employee wasn't holding this guys arms or anything but he kept blocking his way so he couldn't move forward. Everyone was just standing there, not doing anything so of course I had to stick my nose in it. (Craig had caught up by this point)

I stepped in front of the kid and grabbed his arms, telling him to stop because they weren't worth going to jail for. He stopped and looked at me long enough that the other two guys just relaxed and were acting like they hadn't done anything. The kid starts walking to the front of the store and those two idiots start laughing at him. The cop is still clueless and lets those two go. Craig and I are trying to get out when that kid comes roaring back toward us, heading for the two guys. I just stopped right where I was, knowing he couldn't get through and just tried to calm him down. I couldn't believe it when the cop came over and handcuffed that kid right in front of me. At first I was really confused, then see the other two boys running out of the store. Why the HELL did that cop let them go and handcuff the wrong one?

I started telling the cop, "Dude, that's fucked up! He didn't do ANYTHING! It was the other two that jumped him from behind!" Another lady stepped up and started saying the same thing but the cop dragged that kid out of the store. I asked Craig for one of his business cards and he handed it to me, so when we got outside the cop is just treating that kid like crap. I hand him the card and tell him if he needs a witness to call me. At that point I guess the cop caught on and took the handcuffs off. We left, so I don't know how that whole thing ended. (all three kids were black and I think the cop just saw that and treated them all the same, when that poor kid hadn't done anything wrong.)

Ok, so we leave and just decide that is more than enough drama for one night... until we pass another W@algreens. Alright, one last try. Plus, they have a $5 coupon for it. We go in and sure as shit the shelf is empty. That just really can't be possible. I don't care anymore, I'm ready to go home but I notice that Craig is reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally looking at the whole section. He smiles triumphantly and points out that someone has hidden one box of it behind some other products. Wooo hoooooooo, we pay for it and head home. All of that drama because of one damn product in a commercial!

(Ahem... for the record, it was worth the drama AND the $$$$) haaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaa

July 5, 2008

July Fourth Fifth?

Well, I'm pretty sure that my night wasn't supposed to go this way, but I'm not complaining.

Obviously, Craig was off work yesterday for the holiday so we went to the driving range because I gave him my word I'd be able to play golf in a year. (yeah, I see that happening!) There's a story there, but not for today.

Anyway, we hit a bunch of balls (heh) and then headed home to just hang out and do absolutely nothing. We ended up spending the whole day just talking and laughing, then we'd find stupid quizzes on the net and see who'd score better than the other, then we'd be back to just talking. We ended up realizing that it was about 3am and we both had places we had to be fairly early this morning so we knew we'd never wake up if we went to bed so we just kept right on talking.

It might sound strange but this isn't call that uncommon for Craig and I. Sometimes we start talking and it just never ends... I mean that in a good way. Our conversations can go all over the map from the ultra conservative to the downright dirty. Sometimes we just talk about "what ifs" or "if I had ten million dollars I'd...." kind of talks. Sometimes its about our pasts, our exes, our dreams, our most embarassing moments... you name it, we've probably talked in depth about it. In fact, the last time this happened was about two weeks ago... maybe three.

Craig left for the golf course about 30 minutes ago and I'm about to head up to Denton to go open a bank account for Ryan (linked to our account) at the WF on campus. It makes it much easier if we can just transfer funds online to her account from ours. Plus, I've got to take a truckload of crap up there. And I'm doing it in Craig's car to save gas. Ughhh. I love my truck, and I normally don't mind wasting the gas but I guess I'll try to be a responsible adult one or two days a month. (It'll never work, no matter how hard I try!)

After we get back (around noon) I'm guessing a nap will be in order then, who knows? Nothin' on the agenda, just the way we like it. Ryan starts classes Monday so that ought to be interesting. Austin is loving his job and doing great at it. Seriously, he loves it! Kyra is having a ball in SoCal and is using the hell out of her cell phone. That totally cracks me up and I have no clue why. Probably because she texts sooooooooooooooooooo s l o w. Good Lord, dead people text faster and even she gets tickled at her efforts to speed up. Hey, we're just really loving seeing and hearing how happy she has been the last few months. Really just a bright spot for us!

Have a good holiday!

July 1, 2008

Some Things You May (Not) Know I Like

I got bored today and started looking up songs I used to LOVE and then I just got carried away and added a few things that I wanted you to hear. The white guys doing Bo Hagon's phone call... I swear, my whole family can quote this phone call but it's always the last line we all say together. TOO funny. But seriously, if you've just got a second go straight to the last one and listen to the prank phone call. Ahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I LOOOOOOOOOVE this version of Britney's song. If she'd have just released THIS version with TI she'd have had a massive hit on her hands!

This is not a real phone call but is on the Crunk Juice CD by Lil Jon. Damn, n***a, get off the muthafuckinphone, n***a BYE!

This song is ooooooooooold but it never gets old. Does that make sense?

LOVE the beat to this song. Plus, 50 ain't bad to look at.

Never thought you'd see this guy on the same page as 50 cent, didja? Love this song.

Paul McCartney and Wings. Now THAT's good stuff!

I sang this song all the time as a kid.

My all time, numero uno Bon Jovi song. Even have it on my phone.

Had a MONDO crush on Jack Wagner. Didn't everyone?

LOVE THIS SONG

Gotta love The Red Rocker (Sammy Hagar)

Great club song

Styx is awesome. Just not live. Worst concert I've ever been to!

Are you afraid of the dark?

I can't get enough of him. When Craig took me to his concert we were both blown away by this cover he did.

Ok this is one of the funniest things I've ever heard! I even have it on my lpod. My whole family loves it!!! (You do not tell me damn right!!!) ahahahahaaaaaaaaaa