When I was getting off work today it was on my mind to get a haircut, a task I ended up not doing. But before I ended up not getting my haircut I had a flashback of getting my haircut when I was young. Back then guys went to a barbershop, and barbershops had a very distinct smell. I think it was the stuff the barbers smacked on the back of our necks when they were done, but I don't know that for sure. One thing I do know is barbershops smelled the same in Gatesville Texas, Ft Benning Georgia, Ft Bragg NC and Ft Campbell KY. I guess when I got out of the army I found out pretty girls gave haircuts too so I didn't hit as many true barber shops as salons..I guess that is 25 years of wasted great smells because I never dated any girl that cut my hair.
So I ended up thinking about smells. Kids are missing out nowdays with the whiteboards because I love the way blackboards and chalk smell. Erasers too I guess, but I wasn't talking about the big rubber erasers we had on the first day of school. I do not like the way hospitals smell but that never would stop me from holding hands with a nurse if the time was right. I do not mind the smell of gasoline if I am mowing the grass or filling up but really don't want that around if I am eating pie with my hands. Oh the smell of pie is good, even if I am filling up or mowing grass. To me the smell of cut grass is the smell of playing highschool football, the second favorite smell of my life. Speaking of that, a football has a very distinct smell, and i love it. The smell of a football puts me in a "guy" mode instantly. I do not miss the smell of the 70's and 80's hair spray but I do kinda miss the look. If a person reads alot books do have a smell.. Yea, I am a fan. Not so much of a wet dog. I do not like the smell of tires, or oil. I do like the smell of wood burning and sawdust. People that have never been to a western wear store are really missing out on a great aroma not to mention the sight of cowgirls walking away! Locker rooms stink but what I wouldn't give to be apart of one again. I hate the taste of coffee but love the way it tastes. I hate the smell of beer but....I like to smell a horse but not so much a stupid cow. I do like the smell of gunpowder and to a lesser extent bleach. the best smells....
Well the best smells I know, not being food just because, are...When I am two stepping and a girls hair is right there and clean smelling...oh my
To me the best smell in the world is walking in to a small movie theater and that fresh popcorn smell hitting me! It is me at 16, it is theGatesville drive-in, the best time of my life...
Friday, March 22, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
things that change your life
The early part of my life I grew up on military post in the '70s. On base there were many things to do. Swimming pools, places to learn arts and crafts, day centers where kids could shoot pool or play basket ball or foosball. To acess all these things a kid had to have a military dependent ID card, the only catch was a little dude had to be 10 years old to get one. When I was eight and nine years old I figured once I received my ID card I would be a man of the world. I did reach 10, much to the surprise of some, and the ID card did set me free! It changed my small world.
In 1976 my dad informed me that we were moving off base, to the country. I had never lived anywhere except on an Army base except summers I spent on my grandpa's farm. To help me adapt he bought me cassette tapes of Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Tom T Hall. He told my mom to buy me some boots, but that is another story-think dingo boots not cowboy boots. So we drove on, and on. I remember rounding a corner and my parents informing us...that is it on the hill. So we went from a duplex on a crowed street on Ft Hood Texas to 7 acres in the middle of central Texas, 50 miles from the nearest Mcdonalds . That kind of change does alter your world. So did going from a class size of 20 people to my graduating class of 8.
Has your mom ever warned you about running with the wrong crowd? Well that year 1976 she drug my butt to church in Gatesville. Our Sunday school class was Me and Larry, Jim Caldwell, Sheri Wright and Sheri Gordon, and Lou Langston, and if you don't know these people let me say this: among these I was the wrong crowd. Oh and every time I though I was done with church or Sunday school Sheri Gordon would bring Dyanna Adair and I was a regular again! That was church, three time a week. I went to Jonesboro highschool five times a week and you really cannot lose yourself in a class of eight or nine people. Through the years we had a person or two come or go but me,along with Heather and Lisa ( these girls deserve the medal of honor for putting up with us) Wayne Wallace and Thomas Everett Hill who we called Tom Tom because face it a class this small can have only one Thomas. Mark Breeden who despite trying hard to be a screw up ended up graduating from Annapolis. Ricky Helms fought me very hard to graduate 8th in our class but I am pretty sure my 2 in geometry put me at the bottom of our class. I hope he dosent read this since he has had a long career in law enforcement and might slap me in the slammer! A guy that was there most of the time but moved on named Robert Henson showed me that you could be a highschool tough guy without being a highschool bully. And Carl Beechly I still cant talk about much but I always said if I had a boy he would be named Carl. I met all these great people the year I moved to the country and being around really good people rubs off on a guy.
Most kids cant wait to get off work so they can go play. Me and Larry worked at the Town and Country Drive( still open called Last Drive in Picture show), so we never wanted off. And we never took off very often. The drive in was owned by Gene Palmer and run by his brother Don. If I was going to be caught in the Ground Hog Day dream I would just pick any day at the theatre and relive it day after day. Gene and Don and Cheryl treated all of idiots so good it really did change my life. Good times or bad they treated us good because that is their character. The Palmers did't have to try, or remember to treat people good they just did it. I think with out working for them I would be like that goober from Hell's Kitchen..I worked at the show until the day I joined the Army.
Many other things have changed my life but I have to wake up at 4am so I guess those are tales for another time. Why am I writing this tonight. In about an hour and 15 minutes my little boy turns 13. At times in my life I have been mean. I have been bad. Been broke. I have had good times and pretty low times, but since March 15 2000 I have been a dad. It truly is the only thing I have every taken seriously. I have had two marriages and divorces and both times I can take the blame. But I do have a love story that will last forever.
Happy birthday to my boy Carl Jordan Butler...eat cake!
In 1976 my dad informed me that we were moving off base, to the country. I had never lived anywhere except on an Army base except summers I spent on my grandpa's farm. To help me adapt he bought me cassette tapes of Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Tom T Hall. He told my mom to buy me some boots, but that is another story-think dingo boots not cowboy boots. So we drove on, and on. I remember rounding a corner and my parents informing us...that is it on the hill. So we went from a duplex on a crowed street on Ft Hood Texas to 7 acres in the middle of central Texas, 50 miles from the nearest Mcdonalds . That kind of change does alter your world. So did going from a class size of 20 people to my graduating class of 8.
Has your mom ever warned you about running with the wrong crowd? Well that year 1976 she drug my butt to church in Gatesville. Our Sunday school class was Me and Larry, Jim Caldwell, Sheri Wright and Sheri Gordon, and Lou Langston, and if you don't know these people let me say this: among these I was the wrong crowd. Oh and every time I though I was done with church or Sunday school Sheri Gordon would bring Dyanna Adair and I was a regular again! That was church, three time a week. I went to Jonesboro highschool five times a week and you really cannot lose yourself in a class of eight or nine people. Through the years we had a person or two come or go but me,along with Heather and Lisa ( these girls deserve the medal of honor for putting up with us) Wayne Wallace and Thomas Everett Hill who we called Tom Tom because face it a class this small can have only one Thomas. Mark Breeden who despite trying hard to be a screw up ended up graduating from Annapolis. Ricky Helms fought me very hard to graduate 8th in our class but I am pretty sure my 2 in geometry put me at the bottom of our class. I hope he dosent read this since he has had a long career in law enforcement and might slap me in the slammer! A guy that was there most of the time but moved on named Robert Henson showed me that you could be a highschool tough guy without being a highschool bully. And Carl Beechly I still cant talk about much but I always said if I had a boy he would be named Carl. I met all these great people the year I moved to the country and being around really good people rubs off on a guy.
Most kids cant wait to get off work so they can go play. Me and Larry worked at the Town and Country Drive( still open called Last Drive in Picture show), so we never wanted off. And we never took off very often. The drive in was owned by Gene Palmer and run by his brother Don. If I was going to be caught in the Ground Hog Day dream I would just pick any day at the theatre and relive it day after day. Gene and Don and Cheryl treated all of idiots so good it really did change my life. Good times or bad they treated us good because that is their character. The Palmers did't have to try, or remember to treat people good they just did it. I think with out working for them I would be like that goober from Hell's Kitchen..I worked at the show until the day I joined the Army.
Many other things have changed my life but I have to wake up at 4am so I guess those are tales for another time. Why am I writing this tonight. In about an hour and 15 minutes my little boy turns 13. At times in my life I have been mean. I have been bad. Been broke. I have had good times and pretty low times, but since March 15 2000 I have been a dad. It truly is the only thing I have every taken seriously. I have had two marriages and divorces and both times I can take the blame. But I do have a love story that will last forever.
Happy birthday to my boy Carl Jordan Butler...eat cake!
Thursday, March 7, 2013
what is important?
I just got off the phone with a friend arguing about what is important in a quarterback. Well this is my blog so I am saying I won. To me it is not about touchdowns, or stats or ratings but about leadership and winning. Winning when it counts. That s football one of my favorite things. I also love God, America, Texas, bar b q and beer. They all seem to be the top. The best. That's why I watch so many shows about high achievers and how they got there. But that is not what is on my mind.
I remember a year or so when Apple's Steve Jobs, one of the most successful people on earth died, people close to him said he wished he had spent more time with his kids. Earlier today I watched a bio on Jimmy Johnson from the Dallas Cowboys fame and he regretted not spending time with his boys so when his mom died he discovered what was really important to him was his boys so he retired from a multi million dollar a year job to go fishing with his kids.And just now now I watched the bio on Tom Coughlin the NY Giants head coach and he was starting to fail until he reconnected to his family.
I am a truck driver. I don't run Apple or the NY Giants or my beloved Dallas Cowboys. I do have a pretty dang good relationship with my boy. When I check my phone it is for his calls or messages not some cute thing I met . A great Saturday night is not something I will tell my buddies about Monday, but us watching a guy movie eating pizza and setting on the love seat in our living room. Sunday we go to church then usually to my moms to eat or sometimes the three of us out. Most Sundays we play catch with the football.Sometimes we go to a movie or Old Chicago where they know him as well as me. He asks me for a fish or a dog or a game almost every week end and usually does not get them but he dose not gripe. We talk about Corvette's and other things I cannot buy at this time.When it gets time to go we both get feeling funny. Sometimes Teri comes to get him and we stack all of his stuff by the door. Sometimes I drive him 25 miles back to his moms house in Jones. In that case we stop by 7-11 and grab a couple of diet Mt Dews. I dont drive fast and usually we dont listen to the radio. I love that drive and hate it . Every week.
After I drop off Carl I stop by Old Chicago on my way home. Almost every Sunday for 5 years. That hour or so is my worst hour of the week and the girls there know it and are good to me.
I think I may be living a success story in reverse. I have the family thing down but the professional thing....To talk the truth I dont care. I am not worried about next weeks check even though I should. I am not worried about the girl I would really really like to see during the week. I just hope I get Carl Friday instead of Saturday.
I remember a year or so when Apple's Steve Jobs, one of the most successful people on earth died, people close to him said he wished he had spent more time with his kids. Earlier today I watched a bio on Jimmy Johnson from the Dallas Cowboys fame and he regretted not spending time with his boys so when his mom died he discovered what was really important to him was his boys so he retired from a multi million dollar a year job to go fishing with his kids.And just now now I watched the bio on Tom Coughlin the NY Giants head coach and he was starting to fail until he reconnected to his family.
I am a truck driver. I don't run Apple or the NY Giants or my beloved Dallas Cowboys. I do have a pretty dang good relationship with my boy. When I check my phone it is for his calls or messages not some cute thing I met . A great Saturday night is not something I will tell my buddies about Monday, but us watching a guy movie eating pizza and setting on the love seat in our living room. Sunday we go to church then usually to my moms to eat or sometimes the three of us out. Most Sundays we play catch with the football.Sometimes we go to a movie or Old Chicago where they know him as well as me. He asks me for a fish or a dog or a game almost every week end and usually does not get them but he dose not gripe. We talk about Corvette's and other things I cannot buy at this time.When it gets time to go we both get feeling funny. Sometimes Teri comes to get him and we stack all of his stuff by the door. Sometimes I drive him 25 miles back to his moms house in Jones. In that case we stop by 7-11 and grab a couple of diet Mt Dews. I dont drive fast and usually we dont listen to the radio. I love that drive and hate it . Every week.
After I drop off Carl I stop by Old Chicago on my way home. Almost every Sunday for 5 years. That hour or so is my worst hour of the week and the girls there know it and are good to me.
I think I may be living a success story in reverse. I have the family thing down but the professional thing....To talk the truth I dont care. I am not worried about next weeks check even though I should. I am not worried about the girl I would really really like to see during the week. I just hope I get Carl Friday instead of Saturday.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
a different view
I have aunt's and uncles, and my grand parents who are liberals so we just don't talk politics. This post is not about politics it is just about how we can see things a little different.
I love football. I have always thought it has defined me even though I haven't played an organised game since 1983. I love pro, college and high school.. I am 47 years old and still have a football or two in my truck. Always. But my boy Carl who I love more than my life it's self choose's not to play. I don't care. It does not bother me one bit.I will never push him to to anything...
On a different path here. I have a friend who is a bartender..Oh I know that is a shock! She is pretty and young and just graduated college.This very pretty girl got a job right off the bat in the business world but did not like so she quit the job.. I think well now better than spending 10 years living a life that sucks. A night or two ago we are talking about life and such and she asked why I chose the life I chose in the Army back then.I could have went to college like I did later attending Baylor University, or I could have went to the AirForce Marines or Navy but I joined the Army and she asked why. She asked and I answered without thinking " I wanted to be Rambo". It was honest, and I would not change the answer here a week later, but it was strait from the hip.Why bring this up?
Today when I picked up my boy Carl we swung by my moms house to visit. Some way some how she mentioned to him he should join the AirForce. He very forcefully said if joined anything it would be the Army! I shut up but was so proud! My mom went over all the advantages the Air Force has but Carl was steadfast it is the Army or nothing..She is my mom.. She is right in all the advantages.. but. At one time in my life I was considered smart, I could have done any thing I wanted in the military..anything. But I wanted to be infantry. I wanted to fight if that is what my country needed. I wanted to be the one face to face with the Soviet me..That is my nature. Not what my mom wanted but who I am.
I have never pressed Carl to play football. I have never pressed him to think one one or another, but today I he showed me that deep down we are the same. I am not pretty, i am not wealthy, or the chosen few, but I am an American and when there is a threat I want to fight! Thats my nature.. I dont want to fight for benefits or what ever I want to fight because I love what we have and some one has to. I will never be a poet, or an artist. I will always be an American. It looks like I passed that on..
I love football. I have always thought it has defined me even though I haven't played an organised game since 1983. I love pro, college and high school.. I am 47 years old and still have a football or two in my truck. Always. But my boy Carl who I love more than my life it's self choose's not to play. I don't care. It does not bother me one bit.I will never push him to to anything...
On a different path here. I have a friend who is a bartender..Oh I know that is a shock! She is pretty and young and just graduated college.This very pretty girl got a job right off the bat in the business world but did not like so she quit the job.. I think well now better than spending 10 years living a life that sucks. A night or two ago we are talking about life and such and she asked why I chose the life I chose in the Army back then.I could have went to college like I did later attending Baylor University, or I could have went to the AirForce Marines or Navy but I joined the Army and she asked why. She asked and I answered without thinking " I wanted to be Rambo". It was honest, and I would not change the answer here a week later, but it was strait from the hip.Why bring this up?
Today when I picked up my boy Carl we swung by my moms house to visit. Some way some how she mentioned to him he should join the AirForce. He very forcefully said if joined anything it would be the Army! I shut up but was so proud! My mom went over all the advantages the Air Force has but Carl was steadfast it is the Army or nothing..She is my mom.. She is right in all the advantages.. but. At one time in my life I was considered smart, I could have done any thing I wanted in the military..anything. But I wanted to be infantry. I wanted to fight if that is what my country needed. I wanted to be the one face to face with the Soviet me..That is my nature. Not what my mom wanted but who I am.
I have never pressed Carl to play football. I have never pressed him to think one one or another, but today I he showed me that deep down we are the same. I am not pretty, i am not wealthy, or the chosen few, but I am an American and when there is a threat I want to fight! Thats my nature.. I dont want to fight for benefits or what ever I want to fight because I love what we have and some one has to. I will never be a poet, or an artist. I will always be an American. It looks like I passed that on..
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
in a wife
I have been up since early yesterday, and when I got home in stead of going straight to bed I decided to watch Blake Sheltons Christmas special that I recorded. Just threw that in to let you know I am not thinking straight. Yes, even less than normal. As I was taking a quick shower a thought bounced through my head.I might get married again someday...Heck the Saints won a Superbowl, stuff can happen! So aside from loving God, country, and my boy ( I guess me too) I think I need this from a wife:
She must not only need to know which football teams to love, but which ones to hate. I know hate is a strong word but we are talking football not the other less important sports.
She really needs to know how to cook a mean chicken fried steak, and make a real banana pudding. If she can run to Del Rancho and buy a chicken fried steak and put it on my plate with out me knowing, that can slide but no business makes good banana pudding.
She needs to remember to put the lid up. Ha ha. thought I would throw that in.
Listen to George Strait with me..No give on that. If she will listen to the Statler Brothers and Elvis with me I promise not to forget anniversary or birthday presents.
Must like real Christmas trees and, butter.She must never buy me flip flops or expect me to wear them. Ever! She will need to watch Its A Wonderful Life with me once a year. Not to have cats, at least inside. This is important...Never plan anything, Anything, on Superbowl Sunday! Must put up with my friends and understand Larry is loud and me and Lorne do tend to fight.
I need her to buy toilet paper, I will pump the gas. She must not get mad when I stay up all night watching John Wayne movies or Tombstone, I cant help it. She needs to get on me when I say the really bad cuss words.
I guess anything else is trivial. I did cover the no rap, and Superbowl is my day right? Well as I swallow my Ambien and go to bed I wonder if their is some cowboy chick out that writing a list just like this. Maybe she subs Reba for George Strait, but if we pass in Walmart I hope I am sucking my gut in.
She must not only need to know which football teams to love, but which ones to hate. I know hate is a strong word but we are talking football not the other less important sports.
She really needs to know how to cook a mean chicken fried steak, and make a real banana pudding. If she can run to Del Rancho and buy a chicken fried steak and put it on my plate with out me knowing, that can slide but no business makes good banana pudding.
She needs to remember to put the lid up. Ha ha. thought I would throw that in.
Listen to George Strait with me..No give on that. If she will listen to the Statler Brothers and Elvis with me I promise not to forget anniversary or birthday presents.
Must like real Christmas trees and, butter.She must never buy me flip flops or expect me to wear them. Ever! She will need to watch Its A Wonderful Life with me once a year. Not to have cats, at least inside. This is important...Never plan anything, Anything, on Superbowl Sunday! Must put up with my friends and understand Larry is loud and me and Lorne do tend to fight.
I need her to buy toilet paper, I will pump the gas. She must not get mad when I stay up all night watching John Wayne movies or Tombstone, I cant help it. She needs to get on me when I say the really bad cuss words.
I guess anything else is trivial. I did cover the no rap, and Superbowl is my day right? Well as I swallow my Ambien and go to bed I wonder if their is some cowboy chick out that writing a list just like this. Maybe she subs Reba for George Strait, but if we pass in Walmart I hope I am sucking my gut in.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Thats my Job
That's my job
That's what I do
Everything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me
That's my job you see
It has been said, find something you love to do, and you will never work a day in your life. Well maybe so but Old Chicago is not going to pay me to eat pizza and drink beer. Fox Sports has not offered me a contract to watch the Dallas Cowboys play. Believe it or not I have never been paid to argue with a fence post..Yea that one is a shocker to me too!
When we were little kids me and my sister used to dig up little cacti (more than one cactus Lorne) plant them in little plastic pots and peddle them door to door. It was fun for us and my first shot at making my own money. I landed my next job when I was about 14 after getting in a fight with a friend of mine at the Gatesville rodeo, and my shirt was covered in blood. A Neighbor who lived a couple of miles down the road ..yes he was a neighbor we lived way out in the sticks..asked if I was tough. Well heck yea I thought at the time and said so. He offered me a job breaking horses. Well mainly I broke my back cleaning stalls, hauling hay, mowing..Not much bronc stompin involved, but it was a job. My next job was great! Me and Larry running projectors at the drive-in for Don and Cheryl and Gene Palmer. That was something I loved and they would probably agree I didn't work a day! But I did eat popcorn and drink coke and managed to throw the picture on the screen, but I had to graduate high school and find higher paying work. So I went to work at a factory building boats. I screwed up enough stuff that finally I was reduced to taking out trash and generally cleaning up. It had to be done and I had to keep a job. After a summer of that I joined the U S Army for four years. I went in knowing it was not for a career but I needed to do it. When I got out of the Army my career in low paying jobs went something like this: feed mill( one day) concrete work, movie theatre, V A regional office filing stuff, Sonic, machine shop, meter reader, furniture salesman, car salesman, ice cream merchandiser and TA DA truck driver! I know I left things out. I actually wrote the news for a tv station in Waco for a short while, did telemarketing for a week or so. I really like driving a truck but if I won the lotto that would be my last day , so I guess I don't love it.
Well somewhere after work I found time to get married and have a kid. The marriage didn't last ( we are still friends) but I think this dad thing will stick. I never liked kids before and really did not think I was going to like mine much more than I liked other kids.
Some one mentioned to me I was doing a good job with Carl. Some one else reminded me it was the most important job I will ever have. A dads job is never done...
Funny thing is being Carl's dad is not work. Its not something I have to do, it is something I get to do. It is not my job, but it is what I do.
That's what I do
Everything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me
That's my job you see
It has been said, find something you love to do, and you will never work a day in your life. Well maybe so but Old Chicago is not going to pay me to eat pizza and drink beer. Fox Sports has not offered me a contract to watch the Dallas Cowboys play. Believe it or not I have never been paid to argue with a fence post..Yea that one is a shocker to me too!
When we were little kids me and my sister used to dig up little cacti (more than one cactus Lorne) plant them in little plastic pots and peddle them door to door. It was fun for us and my first shot at making my own money. I landed my next job when I was about 14 after getting in a fight with a friend of mine at the Gatesville rodeo, and my shirt was covered in blood. A Neighbor who lived a couple of miles down the road ..yes he was a neighbor we lived way out in the sticks..asked if I was tough. Well heck yea I thought at the time and said so. He offered me a job breaking horses. Well mainly I broke my back cleaning stalls, hauling hay, mowing..Not much bronc stompin involved, but it was a job. My next job was great! Me and Larry running projectors at the drive-in for Don and Cheryl and Gene Palmer. That was something I loved and they would probably agree I didn't work a day! But I did eat popcorn and drink coke and managed to throw the picture on the screen, but I had to graduate high school and find higher paying work. So I went to work at a factory building boats. I screwed up enough stuff that finally I was reduced to taking out trash and generally cleaning up. It had to be done and I had to keep a job. After a summer of that I joined the U S Army for four years. I went in knowing it was not for a career but I needed to do it. When I got out of the Army my career in low paying jobs went something like this: feed mill( one day) concrete work, movie theatre, V A regional office filing stuff, Sonic, machine shop, meter reader, furniture salesman, car salesman, ice cream merchandiser and TA DA truck driver! I know I left things out. I actually wrote the news for a tv station in Waco for a short while, did telemarketing for a week or so. I really like driving a truck but if I won the lotto that would be my last day , so I guess I don't love it.
Well somewhere after work I found time to get married and have a kid. The marriage didn't last ( we are still friends) but I think this dad thing will stick. I never liked kids before and really did not think I was going to like mine much more than I liked other kids.
Some one mentioned to me I was doing a good job with Carl. Some one else reminded me it was the most important job I will ever have. A dads job is never done...
Funny thing is being Carl's dad is not work. Its not something I have to do, it is something I get to do. It is not my job, but it is what I do.
Monday, November 12, 2012
A Sunday Mostly Alone
Today did not start promising, then got worse for a time. But only a short time. Thunder barked me wide awake at 4:30 am. As in the morning. Well I couldn't go back to sleep so I stayed in bed and listened to the rain,wondering if I had my windows rolled up or had boots in the bed of my pick up like I usually do. I watched 5:30 roll around until I finally bored myself back to sleep. But only for a short time. Somewhere around 8:30 I woke up dreaming something incoherent about the cops...oh, sorry police. Eventually I realized that I was fully awake but could still hear sirens so I looked out my living room window to see a full blown firetruck in front of my house. I didn't smell smoke. Then an ambulance pulled up.Then two cop cars. Sorry police cruisers. About that time my beer drinking neighbor walked out holding the side of his head. I still don't know what that was about but sleep was no longer in my future. What I needed was a 44 ounce diet Mt Dew. I grabbed my keys and actually started to open my door before I realized or remembered...my truck, windows up or down was not in my driveway but behind the Blue Bayou. Heck I hope my mom doesn't hear about this. I met my uncle and cousin there to watch the second half of the OU game, and since I drank 3 or 4 beers I decided not to drive. So I was dropped of at ...you guessed Old Chicago. Back to this morning. When I turned away from my window after the ambulance left I spotted the pizza box on my couch. Yea remembered that.
After a few phone calls my cousin came to take me to get my truck. Oh yea my windows were rolled up after all. Well all except the one busted out by the thief that emptied my glove box and center console. In the words of a thousand defeated boxers "I was robbed." I had nothing of value in my wallet in my truck. I had my drivers license and bank card in my pocket, but they did break out my window and my pick up was rained into while I was not sleeping through it. So whats a guy to do? This is the only Sunday I am going to get this week. My boy Carl had spent the night at a friends. So I decide to go to my version of Cheers. Old Chicago, where everyone knows my name. Things would certainly go better there. A side bar about Old Chicago-the manager is Very good looking, but of course that's not why I go. So I go there knowing my day will be better. So the before mentioned manager walks up to me..big smile my day is looking up.. and with an expression usually reserved for wives she deadpans " You are in trouble". Dang. I left last night without paying. I skipped my tab. No wonder I thought I didn't spend much last night, ha ha I didn't!
Now to the good part, and no not more screw ups, the good part. Football. I love football and I guess my favorite thing on earth is to watch the Cowboys play eat a pizza ( I happened to find a free one on my couch) and drink a few beers. Normally this gaiety is shared with Carl and Larry or Lorne or other friends but today I was alone. I had a blast! I didn't have to suck my gut in because of some pretty girl in the room. I didn't have to wait on the bathroom. I ate pizza , drank a few beers flipped from game to game and of course the Dallas Cowboys beat the highly hated Philly Eagles, and like free ice cream, the Giants lost too!This is the only Sunday I am getting this week, glad it was a good one.
After a few phone calls my cousin came to take me to get my truck. Oh yea my windows were rolled up after all. Well all except the one busted out by the thief that emptied my glove box and center console. In the words of a thousand defeated boxers "I was robbed." I had nothing of value in my wallet in my truck. I had my drivers license and bank card in my pocket, but they did break out my window and my pick up was rained into while I was not sleeping through it. So whats a guy to do? This is the only Sunday I am going to get this week. My boy Carl had spent the night at a friends. So I decide to go to my version of Cheers. Old Chicago, where everyone knows my name. Things would certainly go better there. A side bar about Old Chicago-the manager is Very good looking, but of course that's not why I go. So I go there knowing my day will be better. So the before mentioned manager walks up to me..big smile my day is looking up.. and with an expression usually reserved for wives she deadpans " You are in trouble". Dang. I left last night without paying. I skipped my tab. No wonder I thought I didn't spend much last night, ha ha I didn't!
Now to the good part, and no not more screw ups, the good part. Football. I love football and I guess my favorite thing on earth is to watch the Cowboys play eat a pizza ( I happened to find a free one on my couch) and drink a few beers. Normally this gaiety is shared with Carl and Larry or Lorne or other friends but today I was alone. I had a blast! I didn't have to suck my gut in because of some pretty girl in the room. I didn't have to wait on the bathroom. I ate pizza , drank a few beers flipped from game to game and of course the Dallas Cowboys beat the highly hated Philly Eagles, and like free ice cream, the Giants lost too!This is the only Sunday I am getting this week, glad it was a good one.
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