This is kinda' true.

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead,
they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. Share this with all the good apples (and grapes) you know.

-- Little One

Hope you had a good holiday.

I'm about to embark on a mission. I will boldly go where no married man with children has gone before. My family is going on vacation without me. They are going to attempt to drive to Florida, yes, I said drive. I know it's funny huh? Four kids, three boys and a girl, my wife and her aunt are going to drive all that way. God help them. I know I'll be awaiting updates as to how it's going. I think they'll be ok. I just get anxious when they travel without me. I love my family and don't' want anything to happen to them. I get paranoid if I'm not there to protect them. I'll keep the ole' blog informed as we go.

The jukebox.

Listen to your heart,

I hear it calling for you.

Listen to your heart,

There's nothing else you can do.

I don't know where your going,

And I don't know why.

Listen to your heart, as you tell her,

You tell her good -bye.

---

I have no idea if those are the correct words, however, they are the words that are going through my mind. Crazy huh. Why does a song like that even get stuck in my head. It's like I have a jukebox in my brain. No matter what time of day or night I want to, I can tune into it and there will be some crazy song. My wife gets astounded by my variety. So do I. Some songs are bizarre at best. I have no control though. I'm totally oblivious to what the DJ in my brain plays. He's on his own.

Just some pics today. Feeling lazy.

Your busted pal!!!!

Redline energy drink warning!!!

So, I wake up today and need to work out. I have been lifting since I can't train my true love, grappling. I thought that it would be a good idea to try a new energy drink. Boy was I wrong. I tried a drink called REDLINE. Do not drink it. I had a upset stomach and thought I was going to hurl. I didn't only by forcing myself. I was so hyped up I should have just done a few lines of coke. It wouldn't have lasted as long. I am still a little jittery as I type this. It's been four hours. My god I had to go home and smoke a fat bowl just to get my stomach to settle. Yea, that's my excuse for getting high. A true addict always has some reason!

That's another thing. I am totally addicted to pot. A "pothead" if you will. I'm back to smoking and like a true addict, I can't control it. Not that it's effecting my life. It's just that I don't want to be a doper. Mark my words, as soon as I get back to training, I'm done with the weed. It has a bad effect on my cardio and if I'm training, I can't be having that.

(You'll see woman, do not doubt me.)

My blog has died.

I have nothing to post anymore. Since my surgery I have no good stories. I'm lame. I'm a married old fart who just stays around the house. No club stories, no BJJ stories. Hell I don't even have a good B.J. story. I guess this shit is dead until I get back to work and have things to say. Sorry all you .5 readers out there. Just like Arnold, I'll be back...

Thinking of getting some knotwork tattoo done.

celtic knotwork

A message about drugs.

From: FriendlyFiend


But drugggs are bad, mmmkay. If you smoke half a joint you'll go on a psychotic killing spree.. your clothing will be stained from the times you couldn't find a rape victim and you'll get brain damage. NEOLIB.

Another wife story........

So my wife works in a professional setting. She types inner company emails all day. The other day she had a typo.

No big deal you say....it's just a typo. Well check this one out. It's a good one. She sends something like this, granted it's not word for word,

"With all these people living in your house, you might want to think about getting a NIGGER house".

Yes, she even put that in caps.

The person that got this email was a nice BLACK lady. Now her and the wife are good friends. She sends it back to the wife with this.

Dear (>>),
Please use spell check on this email and send it back to me.
Thanks,
(>>)

Luckily the "B" and "N" are right next to each other. This was such a stupid thing to send. I'm surprised it didn't cost her a job.

She says that spell check didn't catch it the first time and that's why it got through like that.

Funny thing is...If you knew my wife, you'd know that she's the farthest thing from a racial person. She's a nurse, she'll help anyone, any color, anytime.