{Originally Posted on Blogger}
Well, Happy new Year!!! So much can happen in 2 months. Lets see if i can summarize...I went to Florida in December, saw some really cool shit. Been to New York City, saw some really cool shit. Of course I still don't miss NYC. Some idiot decided to but a Toys-R-Us in the middle of Times Square. So now there is just wall to wall people on the streets...slow people to be exact. Orlando was cool. Went to Universal Studios, what a waste of money. 45 minute wait for rides. Disney is much better. However, They have a "City Walk" that is very cool. We went to the Motown Cafe and to the Latin Quarter. I would recommend both. Also go to see some online friends...and that is always cool.
It was cool to be in a place where it is always 70 degrees...we drove down and back. The entire way back..no sign of snow, until we reached the city limits of Syracuse. We returned on December 29th...and it never stopped snowing until February 1st. I cant how many times I almost busted my ass on the ice of the streets and sidewalks. Now, I love our landlord, but homeboy has no concept of chipping icy stairs. I may need a snowboard to go in and out my apt. I still got ice on my back steps from November. Speaking of ice, I had the one of the worse encounters of my life. We got into a car accident. We are ok, don't worry. The car is in bad shape, but it is totally fixable. We slid on black ice on the way to NYC. We ran into a truck that had already spun out from it. We were 2 hours away from Syracuse and we get into a accident with an SU student. Go figure.
Well the last piece of info is that we have an addition to our family. Her name is Jasmin and she is Josie's god daughter (cousin). She has moved in with us from Virginia. She has had some issues down there and we have volunteered to take her in. She is 14 and has enrolled into school. This where I find out how backwards this place is. The school district has told us that she lives too close for her to take a bus. So she has to walk from now on. She live 2 miles away and they want her to walk. Fine if we lived in Sunny Fucking California, but has anyone noticed that we get more snow then Alaska? So they expect this child to walk home from school in -20 weather...I thought that banned smoking crack in the schools? Oh, it gets a lot better! We live down Gennesse St. He school is straight down that road. Why is there no bus that runs down this block. This makes no sense. At least the MTA in NYC made a little sense. Centro makes none! Anyway, the good thing is she i making friends. The first day of class and she already got little chicks calling here,,better yet she got a concert in like 2 WEEKS!!!. Talk about adapting to your environment. She gonna be running that place by May.
Sunday, February 9, 2003
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
Damn Dogs...
{Orginally Posted on Blogger}
As I write this, we are in the midst of our first real snow fall. Sure we had "dustings" every now and then, but we now have some serious white stuff. Which brings me to my first story. I want to reiterate how fucking prissy my dogs are. Lets start with, "I Dont want to get my paws wet", Rocky. On a dry day, this dog with lolligag and frolic in the grass. He will take his sweet ass time and make a "signs" on the grass like you see in the Movies (The Mel Gibson flick if you are really slow). On a wet day, he will go fast. Piss and shit then run back in. On a Snowy day....This dog practically lets it all loose in record time. But what is unique about his snowtime walks is that he tipi toes...I did not know a dog could tipi toe...or tipi paw! Then he looks at me like "help, my paws!!!" That is how he walks in the snow.
The other dog, who is still a puppy, is Rusty. Fine this is his first real snowfall. Took him out. He did not want to move. Looked at me and said (in eaxct words) "I aint going in that shit" Then went limp on me. Now to give a brief desciption of what kind of house I live in, We have a set of two staircases that is connected by a small patio on front with an awning. So he pissed on the patio...so no yellow snow for him. So I got my wife to take some pictures of this. I threw him in the snow...(that is what I did with King Rocky)..he hates it. So of course he just sits there. No shit...Nothing! So we take him back in and take a guess what he did. I wont even say it...fucking dog.
Well, just when you think I can handle the noisy neighbors from upstairs...I get the ones downstairs...and Next door. Now the guy next door is cool. He plays his music a little too loud, but that is ok. He is the MAN, He can really nail his girl friend. All I can say is she came...enough said on that. Now lets talk about the Mecca people down stairs. What the fuck!!!! They must be fucking a camel or something. They are just as bad as the village upstairs. (I still think they are fucking the little guy up there). The other night must have been "Ghandi Night", because all I heard was just talking from alot of people. You know they cant whisper....1:00 am and they are yapping about rubbing the bhudda. My wife was pissed.
Since we are on the subject of my lovely wife, I want to commend her on getting another Univesity job. She is working for the African American Studies Dept (again). But this time it is a permanent position! Of course she still works at Layne Bryant which is cool. Which bring me to my story. Credit is a hard thing to aquire for me. I have been trying to build my credit for awhile. I have been turned down by the finest of establishments for credit. MasterCard laughs....Visa makes cruel jokes. But I was finally able to get a card!!!! Where you may ask? LAYNE BRYANT!!! My wife felt that I couild get credit where she could not. So I get to buy bras and panties on credit. WhoopDeeDoo! I dont know how I got this damn card, but I think the creditors of this world are probably laughing it up.
As I write this, we are in the midst of our first real snow fall. Sure we had "dustings" every now and then, but we now have some serious white stuff. Which brings me to my first story. I want to reiterate how fucking prissy my dogs are. Lets start with, "I Dont want to get my paws wet", Rocky. On a dry day, this dog with lolligag and frolic in the grass. He will take his sweet ass time and make a "signs" on the grass like you see in the Movies (The Mel Gibson flick if you are really slow). On a wet day, he will go fast. Piss and shit then run back in. On a Snowy day....This dog practically lets it all loose in record time. But what is unique about his snowtime walks is that he tipi toes...I did not know a dog could tipi toe...or tipi paw! Then he looks at me like "help, my paws!!!" That is how he walks in the snow.
The other dog, who is still a puppy, is Rusty. Fine this is his first real snowfall. Took him out. He did not want to move. Looked at me and said (in eaxct words) "I aint going in that shit" Then went limp on me. Now to give a brief desciption of what kind of house I live in, We have a set of two staircases that is connected by a small patio on front with an awning. So he pissed on the patio...so no yellow snow for him. So I got my wife to take some pictures of this. I threw him in the snow...(that is what I did with King Rocky)..he hates it. So of course he just sits there. No shit...Nothing! So we take him back in and take a guess what he did. I wont even say it...fucking dog.
Well, just when you think I can handle the noisy neighbors from upstairs...I get the ones downstairs...and Next door. Now the guy next door is cool. He plays his music a little too loud, but that is ok. He is the MAN, He can really nail his girl friend. All I can say is she came...enough said on that. Now lets talk about the Mecca people down stairs. What the fuck!!!! They must be fucking a camel or something. They are just as bad as the village upstairs. (I still think they are fucking the little guy up there). The other night must have been "Ghandi Night", because all I heard was just talking from alot of people. You know they cant whisper....1:00 am and they are yapping about rubbing the bhudda. My wife was pissed.
Since we are on the subject of my lovely wife, I want to commend her on getting another Univesity job. She is working for the African American Studies Dept (again). But this time it is a permanent position! Of course she still works at Layne Bryant which is cool. Which bring me to my story. Credit is a hard thing to aquire for me. I have been trying to build my credit for awhile. I have been turned down by the finest of establishments for credit. MasterCard laughs....Visa makes cruel jokes. But I was finally able to get a card!!!! Where you may ask? LAYNE BRYANT!!! My wife felt that I couild get credit where she could not. So I get to buy bras and panties on credit. WhoopDeeDoo! I dont know how I got this damn card, but I think the creditors of this world are probably laughing it up.
Friday, November 1, 2002
Birthday Bumps
{Originally Posted on Blogger}
November 1st!!! Wow, I cant really believe it. This year has gone slow for me with all this shit to do. Well I got up this morning, barely scratching my nuts, and I hear this noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. I go into that bathroom and the ceiling is leaking right into the tub!!! It is a minor leak so no big deal. My wife calls the landlord and tells him about how it is raining in the bathroom. So within 10 minutes he is at our apt. He looks at it and tells us that or upstairs neighbors never put the curtain in the shower when they use it....thus we get the after wash.
Now let me tell you about my neighbors. They are not from this country. I am thinking they are from India or somewhere in the Mesopotamian region. I know one of them from work. He is one of the computer techs. So ever since they moved in they have been mad loud. First, they kill my ceiling, walking like they are trying to kill fucking scorpions. I figured they walk hard because they are use to sand and they are now on wood floor. Second, I don't know what the fuck kind a music they listen to...but I swear there is some belly dancing going on up there. Thirdly, one of them laughs like a gypsy. They must have a genie in a lamp.
So the other night, they were just unbelievably loud. My wife is in bed, so I rush upstairs. I though there were 5 or 6 of them up there. So I knock and the kid I know opens the door. He greets me and I am like "what the fuck are u doing?". So he laughs and says..."have some cake!" I look around and there are only 3 of them. 3!!! all this time I am thinking they had a fucking village up there. So he tells me that it is his roommate's birthday and they were giving him "birthday bumps". Great, sounded like they were fucking him. Now to give you a feel for this apt..which was messy. It smelled like curry and feet! All 3 were barefoot.
To make a long story short, I had some cake and I told them to quit the shit.
November 1st!!! Wow, I cant really believe it. This year has gone slow for me with all this shit to do. Well I got up this morning, barely scratching my nuts, and I hear this noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. I go into that bathroom and the ceiling is leaking right into the tub!!! It is a minor leak so no big deal. My wife calls the landlord and tells him about how it is raining in the bathroom. So within 10 minutes he is at our apt. He looks at it and tells us that or upstairs neighbors never put the curtain in the shower when they use it....thus we get the after wash.
Now let me tell you about my neighbors. They are not from this country. I am thinking they are from India or somewhere in the Mesopotamian region. I know one of them from work. He is one of the computer techs. So ever since they moved in they have been mad loud. First, they kill my ceiling, walking like they are trying to kill fucking scorpions. I figured they walk hard because they are use to sand and they are now on wood floor. Second, I don't know what the fuck kind a music they listen to...but I swear there is some belly dancing going on up there. Thirdly, one of them laughs like a gypsy. They must have a genie in a lamp.
So the other night, they were just unbelievably loud. My wife is in bed, so I rush upstairs. I though there were 5 or 6 of them up there. So I knock and the kid I know opens the door. He greets me and I am like "what the fuck are u doing?". So he laughs and says..."have some cake!" I look around and there are only 3 of them. 3!!! all this time I am thinking they had a fucking village up there. So he tells me that it is his roommate's birthday and they were giving him "birthday bumps". Great, sounded like they were fucking him. Now to give you a feel for this apt..which was messy. It smelled like curry and feet! All 3 were barefoot.
To make a long story short, I had some cake and I told them to quit the shit.
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