My parents were just here, and although i Hate to say it and my mom would kill me. We are all getting older. Mom wears glasses, dad randomly belches in public. they drive a mini van. they let me drive in “your crazy city. so much traffic!” they watch fox news. Stuff they would just never do 20 years ago.

My dad drove a 2 door Oldsbobile Tornado and it was awsome. I would havenever been able to drive them around. News? Nah just give us Regans Speeches and we’ll be ok.

It has all changed we’ve all changed and i fell old myself. my dad said it bet like a kid in an old guys body. we do things and have our bodies tell us nope not any more you are no longer prohibited to perform this action. Brings me back to this John Mayer song that i have mentioned in some form or fashioned at least 10 times on this blog.

Don’t know how else to say it
Don’t want to see my parents go
One generation’s length away
From fighting life out on my own
Stop this train
I wanna get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?

I really hate to spend money on my self, even if it is something that I need.
Say Jeans. The ones I have on have been patched up 4 times. Each time I have carefully reconstructed them with savage, Bush, witch doctor like precision. So the Daine Seam that is basically a whip stitch down the leg from where I blew them out dancing in church to that Audio Adrenaline song “I get down and he lifts me up” I was doing the splits because I can and the jumping back up, over and over and one time I went down and when I did, I suddenly felt freer and then stopped dancing. One of the Kids Teachers burst out laughing but I don’t think any one else even noticed. So the seams where I stitched them of course took away from the original so each time they get a little bit snugger. And I am not moving that direction. If anything I am going the opposite of smaller and that is a fact I am not proud of but I have been told I wear it well.
So I grabbed these pants this morning. They are so tight I look like Garth Brooks back in the day. I haven’t checked but you can probably see my pantie line. Yep you can. My boxers end about where the pocket material does so maybe that is it. But you can see that, and unless you look like my rock star friends this is really not a good thing. I really do think it is good for them either but Hey I get it; before they listen to me I need new pants.
So for lunch today I am going to the mall. And man I wish I could get these same pants just like 2 inches bigger in the booty. I am wondering if Apple Bottom makes pants for men. I have a big old butt and need some thing to accommodate if you will. Oh lord, enough about my rear,
Tonight I am going to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I am just beside my self excited.
Eli and I went to see them a while back right when Baby 81 first was released and I just in AWE. I am like that when I find something I like I become loyal. Like food if I go to any number of restraints I can tell you what I am going to order even before I put my name in at the hostess stand. Eli’s folks where in town this weekend for his age change date, they are such nice people. It is weird still to me when Adults treat me like I too am one of them. I still feel like a kid, and I act like a kid which is probably why I get treated as one. They treated me as if I were an adult though and I really liked it, maybe I’ll be more gown up because of it.
Seriously I cant stop singing Black rebel songs in my head, I am all walking to the rest room muttering “Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
Red eyes and tears no more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear I’m in love”
No wonder people think I am a psycho huh?

OK so last night my dad and I watched “Anchorman” in all of its crassness. My dad loved Brick. He said I like Brick, … I do I like brick. It was right before the part where they go through the “I love lamp” deal I about cracked up laughing and he did not know why I told him to wait and when it came on that he had said his line just like the Character he was so demure like, So, So what. My mom caught it. She was laughing but I think at me.

I saw a car exactly like mine on the way to work this morning. That is bad. Mine is supposed to be the only Grey on Grey and this lady had one already. I was miffed. She thought it was cool though. We raced all the way through Austin.

The parents left today. It was a very relaxing visit I would say concerning it was my parents who think to relax is to work at a slower pace. Like their idea of keeping a secret I telling one person at a time. I am glad we do not feel the same tension some of you all do. My folks love me in a very detached different way than they used to. I think it has something to do with rebellion against them at a young age. I respect the wazoo out of them thought and I think that time must have told them I am not an idiot I simply don’t dig long sleeves. That is it. I did go through a long time of minimal to no communication and that was hard. For me I was so lonely for that Family element and the need to be close to some one. I think I might have just self assessed all the petty little girlfriends Steph. Thank God for Karina. She totally validated me as their son. Sweet deal.

Ok change of subject totally but we need one about now right? OK I am telling you what, this bright eyes singer dude. Has any one heard this and liked it at all? I suppose some one has. And if I am just way off in left field please try to help me be cool and learn to like it but my god this “wide-awake its morning” cd sucks a big hunk of cheese.

Sharks are so mean and all but why does it always look like they are smiling? I don’t get it.

On my Keys trip to Florida I am thinking about hopping a boat and moving to Cuba with only the clothes on my back! Just kidding. I’ll just go to little Cuba get a fat cigar and chew it like the mailman back in Neosho.

Ok now I miss my mom. Bye I am getting all sniffly damn it.

I am sorry I have no new words for people to comment on. My Mom and Dad are here. They are the creative type and they hit their stride at around 10pm and will work on stuff through the night. 2am this morning my dad wanted to hang a wreath, this action included nailing a nail into the wall. “It is an apartment, you cant do that now!” and he looked at me like I was insane. Must love the night owl. My apt. Is looking sweet though. He bought Karina new lamps and I was quoting the Anchorman’s Steve Carol “I love lamp, I love lamp, I do I love lamp”

I need my sleep.