I’m sitting here at my computer, Dewing myself away, thinking of better times, happier times, cooler times. Praying for a God driven intervention, a miracle of sorts.

In the News:

Yesterday marked the 6th year anniversary of the start of bad times in S.L.P., Mexico. June 29, 2000, my Papi (I never use that word for him. It’s something new he’s started.) and Michelle’s Father, were taken from our home to a undisclosed Mexican location. Novermber 29th marks the end of the period.

But to keep things on the positive side.

Today marks the 6th year since all of the people that were left in the home went down to the mall. Mike (of Marieanne) took the whole bunch of us OC’s, Jett’s, and Juniors Teens, down to the Mall to kill time and to make us get our minds off of the day before. At that mall we watched Big Mama’s House. We were originally going to watch Mission Impossible II, but you had to be over twelve, I was able to pull it off..being the massive 11 yearold that I was, but little Andre was too short to. (Thanks Buddy, You saved us from making a mistake, though I did hate you at the time.) It was the first and only movie that I have seen in a mexican theater…not a bad choice I must say. We ended up spending most of our day at the mall, eating ice cream, lil kids playing in the play place, video games, chilling. It was awesome.

Then we were hungry for dinner. All we wanted was fried chicken, and there just so happened to be 3 places where you can get it in S.L.P. So we set out on what seemed to be a simple process (I mean who in Mexico eats fried chicken? Let alone who could afford it?).

Kentucky Fried Chicken…out. OUT OF CHICKEN! Excuse me…what do you have, Pig? So we trek to the next place, Pollo Loco (just picture about 20 gringos ranging from ages 1-22 walking around mexican city streets, lovely no?) Also out of CHICKEN.

If you have the word Chicken in your restaurants name…remember to sell chicken, please? So since these two chicken selling places are out of chicken, we head home. Hungry, crying, starving children, teens, and adults, wondering…WHY is this happening to us? As if things could get worse.
It must have been a conspiracy.

Someone got the bright idea to send two older teens out to get chicken at Pollo Feliz. And…And…Guess what? Multiple choice question, Did they have fried chicken, fish, or pig? Ding, Ding, they had Fried Chicken. Man were we happy. So as these people are buying Pollo Feliz out of their stock of chicken (heh, take that customers after us.) we were watching Hercules in…Spanish. Did you speak spanish, cuz I sure didn’t? But it was grand anyways.

So we had Chicken…one peice each because, well…their wasn’t a whole lot there. But we all wore smiling faces because Fried Chicken is Heaven sent. It was a rare, rare, rare, rare, rare treat.

Funny Times. Not necessarily better times, if you take the whole situation in, but compartively speaking…it was one. Amen?

That’s the way it is.

People come and people go. And honestly no matter how much you try to forget people you always remember them. Even if you haven’t thought about them in years…one day you have a dream and they’re in it…it’s the strangest thing.

Then there are the ones that you try not to forget…but you do. And the people that you want to…but you can’t. Again it’s the strangest thing.

Then there are the friends and aquaitences. The pals and buddies. The foes and enemies. The boyfriends/girlfriends and the ex’s.  The crushes and the unrecipicated loves.  The husband/wife and children. Mother and Father. Sister and brother.
It’s funny how all these people that enter our lives help to make it complete. Our interactions with just one of these types help to shape our future…and our presents as well, and not even just your own, but the other persons also.

No man is an island. No matter how hard we try, or wish, or want to be. No man/woman is or can be. Our memory is burned into someones mind somewhere.

Since my relationship with Dirk has been exposed. I thought it would be a good time to share an embarrassing video clip of him.

Enjoy.

Dirk and Steve Fiddling an’ singin

The Greatest Victory comes just before Dawn.

Atleast that’s why I heard all my life, but I never really believed it, until 2 this morning. (Sick Minds…go away.)

Two o’clock was the time that this boy…got taken down.

A person can only take so much dissing of their favorite NBA team and key player, before…they get tired of it. And well his cup was full and running over.

“The temptation was too much, caution was thrown to the wind” and well…he got tackled.

As the last words of evil sayings exited his mouth, he took off running down the hall. I followed. On impulse I leapt, I didn’t really know what I was doing, as I said it was an impulse. Then…he fell, then slid for roughly a foot in our hallway. Thankfully he received most of the impact from the tile floor.The crash was heard. The sound had carried into a room filled with party happy people, who were observing the scene. Cheers rang. Joyous comments ensued. Mainly from this one and this one.

It was a grand moment in time. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop him from his continual badgering.

And this morning, Amy gave me the coolest present, A Mavericks team poster. Thanks Amy, you Rock!

JFK…he was a great guy. I found this piece from his Inargural speech fitting.

We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom.
. . symbolizing an end as well as a beginning
. . .signifying renewal as well
as change for I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same
solemn oath our forebears prescribed nearly a century
and three-quarters ago.

We are in the midst of restructioning this site. So there might not be much new content up, for our brains cells are being spent on the redesign of this site. But BEAR WITH US! Cuz there will still be stuff up..occasionally.

And I dedicate this song to Mike, Dan, Steve, and…Shem. A Gamblers Prayer.

Some of the fitting lyrics.

Give me a sign
Show me you care
A straight to the Ace Lord, or even a pair
I can’t make it alone and I’ll sink like a stone
Unless you can undo what I’ve done

So Lord lift me up in your tender embrace
Lend me your wisdom, your strength and your grace
Help me to smash my opponent’s fat face
Oh Lord help me take money from my friends

Deep down I know
That it’s only a game
But I want them shaking in terror and shame
It’s just poker and beer
Still I need them to fear me Lord
It’s not enough just to win

Deal me good cards and I’ll handle the math
We’ll take their money while they take a bath
I’ll show them my hand and you’ll show them your wrath
Oh Lord help me take money from my friends

Since this is MY BLOG…and the S.F.A.M., we shall continue to post our rants, feelings, thoughts, and stories on any subject we so choose. And if you don’t like it…we aren’t hurting for blog readers or visitors. Though we love you, for love is of God, and it covereth the multitude of sins, etc. we would like you to refrain from obscene langauge.

We both rather liked this quote.

I stand by everything I wrote — the officiating in Game 5 was a disgrace, as was the constant coddling of Wade throughout this series, capped off by the outrageous call near the end of Game 6 when he basically punched Nowitzki in the stomach to get around him … and they called the foul on Nowitzki. (Bill Simmons aka. The Sports Guy ESPN Page 2 columnist)

My thoughts…

Game 6 Wade had 21 FT attempts, The whole Dallas team had 23 attempts.
Game 5. Wade 25 FT attempts. Entire Dallas Team-25 FT attempts.

Insanity!

Yeah, I’m a sore loser.

I lost $2 thanks to poor officiating and favoritism. (haha…the losing money isn’t the problem.)

Another Rant…

The 1965 Voting Rights Act is up next year. Yeah…that’s the one where black people got the right to vote.  They want to reissue it, so that they won’t have to vote again for another 25 years. Um…what about permenantly? What about never again?

It’s silly…

The world…it’s going to end.

Rigged. Yeah, you read right. I have no idea what Mark Cuban was saying when he said that they aren’t. Infact he was just trying to save face. HE KNOWS THAT THEY ARE RIGGED. Heck, I even know it. The refs were bought off. I blame it on Pat Riley. Did you see his little impish face? Did you see it?

I agree with Bill Simmons, Riley’s cup was way over full. The Sports God had every reason to be pissed at him. There was no way that his team was or should have won. Just about every player on Miami cups were full. They payed off the Devil. Stern…you will pay.

Why didn’t the refs notice the foul on Jason Terry with 6 seconds left? The TV announcers sure did. I sure did. So did everyone else in the room. So what was wrong with the refs? Why didn’t they call it? Because the Finals was rigged.

It should have been called. The Mavs should have gotten to inbound the pass, went up for a three pointer, and the game should have been tied and have gone into overtime. Even if they didn’t make the 3 pointer, the foul should have been called.

Now in my books Miami never won. How could they when they won by cheating.

And don’t give me “Well it’s not Miami’s fault, it’s the REFS! You know what…it was all of them. It’s a true conspiracy.

This almost goes down with…the magic bullet that shot JFK. “The major missed call of the 2006 Finals.”

Bill Simmons will have some beef about this. So will Tony Kornhieser. So will every sports fan. There were so many bad calls, missed calls, incorrect calls this series it’s insane. Pure insanity. Imagine 10 years from now what will be said about this. Imagine.
Even if you are a Miami fan, you have to give it up to the Mavs. It’s the Mavs that made the playoffs interesting. They beat the Grizzlies in 4, the Spurs (yes, the invincible Spurs, the Duncan Spurs, the Ginobili Spurs, the Parker Spurs, yeah…those Spurs) in 7, and the Suns, the MVP Nash’s Suns, in 6. So you can revel in your victory, but it’s the Mavs that made this season, this season.

Revel in your cheap victory Miami. Enjoy your cheap Trophy. Live it up…for tomorrow is fast approaching.

I am here to announce to you, yes you, and you , and yes, even you, my faithful blog readers, that I now have a co-partner. I sold, well…more like gave, half of my stock in this blog to Connie, “sister from another mother”.

She is a long time friend and “sister”. It’s been fun with just me, but new times calls for new measures. And well…drastic times calls for drastic measures. We have many possiblities, thoughts, and ideas for the new direction we shall go in.

Pray for us. But most importantly pray that the MAVS WIN!

Funny thing is, I’ve been going on for the last week on how the NBA is rigged. Funny how now people agree with me.I’m to ahead of my time.

And I leave you with this to read.

I was thinking of being mean and skipping this post. Actually the thought wasn’t mean, it’s just I wanted to leave the PLEA from the DUDES on top for a while, but it’s Father’s Day.

And I love my Father.

Oh yes, I do. I admit, I didn’t always. Heh, no I always loved him, it’s just there were times that I didn’t like him. But my dad’s “warm”. He never gave up on me. Infact, yesterday he came up from Mexico to spend the day with me. Now that is pure sweetness in itself. We spent the day at the beach. And just our luck there was a Blues concert. Man, that was a score.

So we listened to that, talked, got some ice cream-on me. That was almost a first. heh.

A thought hit me while we were driving home. I now realize why parents send their kids to college. It’s not because they want them to get smart and land themselves a good job, though that might be the most logical reason. It’s because they want them to go away and experience life. Which then forces them to realize that their “years with parents from Hell” “who don’t really know anything” actually aren’t all that bad.

You gain appreciation and respect for them in your absence.

I guess the quote “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” is definately true.

All that to say, I love my Dad. He’s definately gotten smarter and “warmer” since I’ve been away.

My good buddy, long time friend, and at one point enemy, Jason Pair (bassist for Deo) would like to go to Eurorock II. Also that “warm” dude named Timmy Raveney, yeah the one with the incredible voice, also wants to go. Infact not only do they want to, they NEED to.

They NEED to spread the message of REVOLUTION, as well as share their good looks with the many European women.

So if you have any kindness in your heart, show some LOVE and give them a Donation.

I am.

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