So this Elvis 75^th birthday party me lady and I were to attend the other night was awesome. Christy Zimmerman Medina thought our last picture was sacrilegious. I don’t know what she has against Jesus but i think he’d be good looking if he looked like Jesus. in reality he was probably more brown.

Don’t ask her about it thought she was home by choice with a sick baby. She urged me to keep the date and take Curt with me. I did we had a blast. Subsequently I have been listening to Chulahoma,

the album of Junior Kimbrough covers by the Black Keys ever since.If you do not own this i would recommend that you run out and buy it before you buy the new what ever it is you all are listening to these days.

Also, I played Sweet Caroline” the Elvis version in the Buzz Sunday. All is well that ends well. And the night ended expensive but we were all well. Curt and I had a flat, got a cab home and got the funniest look ever when i said to a lady “we’re together” and she misunderstood. i meant same tab not like “together in the biblical sense.

You know that serenity prayer? “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next.
Amen. –Reinhold Niebuhr

Remember that? Or maybe I just get more random prayer request emails thank you because it is supposed that my karma is as pure and honest as smooth and creamy processed cheese. Any way I was thinking about that to day, no the whole deal about living one day at a time and all that non-sense, but “the accept what I can’t change” and “courage to change things that are well with in my control”. And really in life that is more what I need than anything. I am afraid to the most retarded most insignificant things. We need to spray the house for ants and spiders and that has me freaking out. I don’t want the baby to breathe anything that will harm her, but want to not have a spider bite her. what to do ? what to do?

I feel so scattered some times and so hyper stressed I have been looking at was to better focus and calm my nerves. I thought about smoking but then there’s the smell and cancer yeah yeah. Some hippie at work suggested Pot but then there is the smell and the cops and the cost and the jail time and yeah it is just not worth it. I pray for the serenity but I feel as if I am George Costanza’s father yelling “SERENITY NOW” and it is not working. The question is; is there a time when I can pray for something having little or no faith and that be OK? I can’t find where it is. Faith is the key ingredient and if you are low on faith you are s-o-l. This feeling makes me think what is the use? I am a rat, in a cage, a hamster on my wheel, a dog on the track chasing the ever elusive rabbit, around and around.
And though I know I know that I know I really do have a hope (and not just the Brand that is ever so popular by Barak Obama’s t-shirts.) I wish I could turn my hope into faith. I need to turn my futures trading into cold hard coin.

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?

people keep asking me if i am ready to go now that Fidel is resigned. I’d love to but not just yet. I mean actually if i had financial backing this would be the prime opportunity to go start buying prime real estate. But seeing as i have not won the mega millions lottery I don’t think I’ll be investing in or moving to Cuba just yet. I’ll keep you posted.

Well…
Money is all gone, the weather is gloomy again, we are all back to work, but for some reason the pressure is off. The stress just went away. Like a snowman when the weather gets warm.

Being a good friend means sometimes telling someone when they have broccoli in their teeth or that their hair looked better with out highlights or when they are being an asshole or narcissistic as a four year old. Guess what guys; I guess I am not the good friend I always thought I was. I can’t say no. That should have been my new years resolution. Stop being a freaking yes man all the time, and maybe I could grow some while I’m at it.
This has been my best Monday in years. I got a free lunch, it made me sick but it was free.

At some point this pressure is going to release from its valve, ala my mouth and the steam that will spew is going to burn something or some one. Not to worry it will just make their ears burn.

I know I am going to listen to reggae music. Studies show that reggae music is the most non-confrontational, and puts people at ease that would otherwise me all anxious. Hey Bob Marley!

Pressure is one of those things that can go both ways. If can help you and it can flat out just get under your skin. Right now I feel both. I just want to get the agenda cleared and be done with this already.
Is it lunch time yet?