And thank you to those who still fight to our freedom, and apologies to those who we mistakenly took freedom from.
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Some times I miss being a teenager, not a kid, but a teenager. Between 17-20. When you have some basic responsibilities but nothing serious. Pay for your gas and any entertaining activities, maybe some insurance. You can go out on the weekend and blow your money and it doesn’t matter. If you struggle mom and dad may help you out, or you just wait out till that next paycheck. You’re not worried about losing your house or your car, you just might not be able to go bowling or to the movies.
It was just a simpler time, you have no serious financial woes when you’re that young. But you can also enjoy the monies you have earned. Not anymore. I’m not ever looking to be extremely wealthy, not that I would complain, it would be great for no one in my family to ever want. But that’s not my path.
I would prefer to be comfortable.
I would like to reach the end of the month and not be nickel and diming myself to the next paycheck. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, there are people way worse off than me, and I am thankful for what I have. I am lucky enough to have an education, a decent paying job, a vehicle, a fiance who I love eternally, and also our recently financed house.
But sometimes I feel we are house poor, and this has to do with our bills, and others that we help. Family is family, always.
I know we will get by and we will always shuffle things around and make it work, our parents did it, it can be done. Everyone just wishes they didn’t have to. I have aspirations or dreams that some day I hope to reach, but sometimes dreams are just wishful thinking. Not saying they won’t happen, if I want them to they will.
I hope to move up in my job, to advance, it’s not easy, there is not much room for me to move in my job, because it’s a small department that doesn’t exist anywhere’s else in the state, so who knows.
I didn’t expect life to hit so fast, it hit hard when we took in a friend and her kids, you know, had to step up to make sure they were ok, but still wasn’t my family, in the end wasn’t my problem, I just tried to help. But it seems buying a house brings the rest of life down on you. I love our house and am so grateful to Emily’s father and his help with us getting it, it’s awesome and I can’t see ever going back to apartment. But it’s taking on a lot, more than I knew, and perhaps more than I was ready for.
If I learned anything from my father is that life is a monkey, a monkey that likes to throw shit, and you got to wipe off the shit and keep going. I have very slippery shoulders, it’s the only way to make it in life. Life is an uphill battle.
I just miss being a teenager, next year I turn 30, and it’s the year I hope to get married and shortly after that start my family.
Am I ready? Can we handle it? We can’t nickel and dime a child.
So me and my fiance have been going back and forth about trading my truck in. Well not really back and forth, we know it needs to be done, just don’t have the money, and don’t quite have the pressure there yet. See, the thing is, it’s two-wheel drive, which is not good in upstate NY winters. Though if they stay like they have been, I’ll be ok. But it fishtails, a lot, and when we go to start a family, I will not put them in that unnecessary risk.
But I love my truck. As much of a pain in the ass it is, man I love it. I love the looks it gets, and the compliments I get. It’s a beautiful truck. A beautiful truck with a big ole target on it. It’s been laughable at times. It’s been part of two hit and runs, it’s been keyed, I have backed in to a mail box, hit a coyote, and crashed into a barrier at a gas station. Plus the mufflers fell off, and I’ve had to replace all the tires, which at $200 a pop, suuuucccckkkkks.
But I love it. Now I’m not going to down grade, I can’t go back, I forever will want to drive a truck, or an SUV, but mostly a truck. I think it’s partly because I’m a big guy, above average size, so an average size sedan does not work for me.
My first vehicle I owned when I got my license was a truck. The deal was when we were of age my parents would go halfsies with us on our first car. Problem was the first car they bought with my older sister died, when I was ready to get mine. So they needed to help her, so I was on my own. My dad has the habit of buying the easiest and cheapest car her can, and the lived up to the description.
Heck twice he’s gone to buy new cars and he just tells them to sell him the cheapest car on the lot, doesn’t need to see it, doesn’t need to test drive it. A car was always just a tool to get him where he was going. I feel differently.
This truck to the left is similar to what she looked like, though mine had bigger wheels and a whole lot of duct tape holding it together.
But I loved it. I loved that it had the old school “high beams” on the floor button, so you could turn them on with your foot. I loved that it was great to throw an old van seat in the back and take it to the drive ins. I loved that the first time my mom rode in it, I had to pull her up into it.
I remember taking my cousin Megan to a place called Magic Forrest (used to work there, that will be another blog.) On the way there the tail gate fell off, when we returned to pick it up, some one had stolen it.
Like I said I loved this truck, but when I went off to college as a freshmen, I wasn’t allowed a car on campus. So it stayed at my parents. Well I came home for winter break or something and it was gone. I was pissed. I paid for this truck with my own money.
Turns out my father used my truck as payment for some housework to the father of said cousin. I was pissed, wasn’t his to give away, though it was in his name and under his insurance. I’m still mad about it. My cousin didn’t even want it, in fact the town he lived in, made him get rid of it because it was bringing down the historical value of the town. WTF.
Well bummed out I went back to school and then came home for summer break with no car. Nor money to buy a car.
But it happened that, that summer my sister went to stay with my other sister in Chicago for the summer and didn’t need her car, so I drove her’s around for the summer. Yeah it was a Geo Metro Hatchback. Or the red clown car as my boss called it. I looked ridiculous coming in and out of this thing.
But me and my cousin, who was about my height would drive around Lake George every day in it. I remember one time we came up to a red light with this big ole powerful muscle car next to us. He was headed straight and we were in the turn lane, now this car had no muffler, so it was loud. So I looked the guy in the eye, kept a straight face, gave him the nod and revved the engine, and gave him the “what you got?” look.
The guy almost died laughing, we had fun in that car, but my sister did return, and I did need a new mode of transportation.
This brings us to the green machine. The first car I financed from a dealer. Was hoping for a truck or suv, but this is what we could afford. A 1999 Ford Taurus. I bought this car in 2002 and had it until 2011. It got us many the places. It was a comfortable ride and could fit 6-7 people, wasn’t much of a looker, I wasn’t “pimp’n” in it, but it got me around. I drove this Taurus until I graduated college and got my job with the New York State Office of the Attorney General. At that time, my then girlfriend, now fiance, needed a car, because her car finally died, and the new one she got, was scary as hell and we “sold” to her father, he loved it.
So I bought myself my current truck and she drove the taurus for a couple of years, though we had some problems when we wanted to sell it, a whole issue with the car being considered destroyed and crushed by a junkyard, when it wasn’t. This is another father story, and for another blog post.
This is my current truck, it was customized by a company from South Carolina called Southern Comfort Customs, I never found out everything they did to it, I bought it like this, because they no longer exist. I had someone steal one of my hub caps that says Southern Comfort one time, and got lucky to find one on ebay. I love this truck, it’s beautiful and I get a lot of compliments.
It was nice buying something that I wanted, something nice, unique, not seen on every street corner. I drove by this truck multiple times, falling more in love with it. Then one day I decided to stop buy and check it out. Soon later I texted Emily and told her I bought it. It was sort of an impulse buy, bot no regrets.
Emily loves this truck, loves driving it. But with a family happened after marriage, it’s time will come. I’m looking into a Chevy Avalanche, I wish I could afford to always keep this truck, but that won’t be possible.
What was your first car?
I hope everyone had a good Memorial Day Weekend and didn’t forget what it means. We didn’t do anything too crazy. Friday we had a friend over with her two kids and had a fire and made some smores. First of the season. It was much needed after Emily had a rough day. Saturday we took them and Boo to the park, unfortunately the beach was not open, but we let them wade in the boat launch.
We also did cookout there and had a little picnic. Went back home and enjoyed a peanut-butter & chocolate banana cream pie. It was awesome, absolute orgy in the mouth.
Sunday did not involve too much just stayed at home and cleaned and had some quality time together.
On Monday we went to my aunts house to get together for a bbq get together. We brought Boo with us, we haven’t had too much experience with him and other dogs, and their were 4 there, but it went ok, some issues, but could have been worse.
Everyone loves boo, just how he is. I’m grateful for my family and the love in my life. We are definitely in a tough time trying to get ourselves back on track.
It’s nice to get together with others and forget about your problems for a few hours.
I wanted to give a shout out to my friend Janelle’s blog. She is a stay at home mom with a wonderful little son. She post about all her likes and challenges. I like that she does not censor herself, she is who she is, you like it or you don’t.
I host Janelle’s blog on my virtual server, and helped get her blog going, but she always keeps pushing me to put some kind of creative content out there, so here you go Janelle!
Happy be-lated 60th birthday to Mr. T!
I suppose I should finish this book. I have started it twice. It’s considered one of the great comedy novels out there. But I just haven’t finished it. The history of the book it’s self is quite interesting. It’s the only book written by the author who committed suicide before it was published, because he felt he was unsuccessful. Now I saw I should finish it because, Hollywood has been trying to make this into a movie for years.
With many different actors and directors attached. Here is a synopsis of the story from Amazon:
A Confederacy of Dunces is an American comic masterpiece. John Kennedy Toole’s hero is one Ignatius J. Reilly, “huge, obese, fractious, fastidious, and a latter-day Gargantua, a Don Quixote of the French Quarter. His story bursts with wholly original character, denizens of New Orleans’ lower depths, incredibly true-to-life dialogue, and the zaniest series of high and low comic adventures”
I have finished maybe about a third of this book. But I was reading it at a time, well when I didn’t really enjoy reading. But lately I have been reading the “A Song of Ice and Fire” series, so maybe I can get back into this.
The new director attached is James Bobin, who directed the muppets and it’s to star Zach Galifianakis. I think he could pull off this character well.
It will be interesting to see what they do, so far there are a great supporting characters in the story, I suppose I should finish the book, so I can review it.
It’s Game of Thrones fault, I got sucked into the show, which got me sucked into the books, I am on book 5 which is the last published book thus far, with two more to come.
So we shall see.
“I dust a bit…in addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip. “
~Ignatius J. Reilly
I enjoy Musicals, and most live performances in general. I was part of my school’s drama club and have been going to live shows since I was a kid, first real Broadway (off) show being Cats. I plan on doing some back reviews based on memory, as lacking as it is, so no promises, but let’s start off this series with a show I went to recently.
Read all about it, seriously, keep reading.
According to it’s web site:
Set in New York City at the turn of the century, Newsies is the rousing tale of Jack Kelly, a charismatic newsboy and leader of a ragged band of teen aged “newsies,” who dreams only of a better life far from the hardship of the streets. But when publishing titans Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst raise distribution prices at the newsboys’ expense, Jack finds a cause to fight for and rallies newsies from across the city to strike for what’s right.
Now I first saw this musical, as a movie when I was a kid. Most likely on tv, me and my mom enjoyed watching them. Most people have never heard of it, have never seen it. I imagine this is because of timing, it came out when animated musicals from Disney were going big, and not much was wanted with live action musicals. It deserves way more attention and credit then it got. And now it is. They were just doing a short 4 month run at the Nederland Theatre in NYC, but recently have announced expanding into the fall. It has gotten some good attention and is now becoming in high demand. This was the first show I have ever actually seen on Broadway. All others have been at our off Broadway theatre called Proctors.
The reason I picked this show was because of my fiance Emily. As much as I enjoyed this show, her and her friends were obsessed with it as kids. To the point of driving her father insane. They knew every lyric and every line. They were in love with the lead character Jack Kelly. Who was played by the future Bruce Wayne, Christian Bale.
So when it came to the stage, I had to take her. It was my Valentine’s Day gift to her, which she finally got to enjoy come May.
The production was excellent, it was the smallest theatre I have ever been in, and they made the most of the space. The whole place kept with time period of the show. The drinks were named after the characters and they had an old time photo booth in the lobby you could use. Also while waiting outside to come in they had one of the actors in full character come out and sell newspapers to the crowd. It was a large newspaper style program that came in a newsies bag, had to get one for Emily.
They did not change too much from the movie, added some characters, or changed their rolls, all though made it for a better stage production. They created an awesome use of scenery and props, the story revolves all around NY and they did a good job of creating space.
One of the coolest features they had, was their use of projections and highlight details that we normally wouldn’t see and to help set the scene. The dancing was amazing, the accents were perfect and the humor was great. I feel like I should go into more detail, but I don’t want to ruin it for any one.
If you can go see it, you won’t be disappointed.
“It ain’t lyin’. It’s just improvin’ the truth a little.” ~ Jack Kelly
If you have been to this web site before, well I’m sorry. If you wonder why it says comic in the url, well then you haven’t been here before. this was a comic at one time, but it did not pan out, I was forcing it, and no longer enjoyed it.
But I have this web site, I don’t want to waste. In fact I host multiple sites off of here, so we’re going to keep it.
I like the “And Sometimes Why?” aspect of life, when you just can’t figure out why it is, what it is. So this will be a creative hub. No real goals for it, or plans. Some type, some photo, some illustrators… any clutter that comes from me.
I have no regular schedule planned for content. So there’s that.
And as the great Michelangelo once said:
I know this is Michelangelo’s David and not Michelangelo, but I don’t know what he looks like?