Beyond the Rubicon

Literary genius right here.

It was Father's Day today. If you don't know, it's fucking hard to have kids, if you do it right. Sure, you could be one of those permissive shithead parents who let their kids do what the fuck ever and then you have to pay for all those goddamn Adderall scripts and make excuses for why your kid is a fucktard, but real motherfuckers know that you have to be a total hardass all the time for you kids to turn out right.

I've been working outside on the yard lately and have been totally exhausted after I'm done. I can't imagine how my old man worked 10 or 12 plus hour days at some goddamn hard physical labor and still came home and was a father and how he did this for his entire life. He knew what the fuck it took to raise kids correctly and he knew he had to work his ass off to make sure those goddamn kids got fed and he still did it.

Motherfucker was hard. I have to give big respect to the old bastard because he raised his family in terrible conditions, work and otherwise, and did what he had to do. Shit, I wish he was still around to help me with this shit.

Miss you, Pop.

My Life is Pretty Plain

All I can do is read a book to stay awake.

We're doing the book club live and we're fucking it. There's no words there. All internet fuckery aside, we are going to have a book club and we are mailing the invites to the locals and we will have booze because we want to have our friends/loved ones to be liquored up and arguing the merits of their favorite pieces of prose. It will be fun. It will also be totally white so dress accordingly (i.e. no FUBU).

Just kidding, I'll be totally FUBU'ed out. I got to bring that diversity to all these crackers.

Thinking of You

Rosa Lucky Parks Toche

Yeah, I just dropped a bunch of bones on a Pembroke Corgi and Felicia named her after civil rights activist Rosa Parks.

I'm also drinking vodka-sodas and watching the second installment of the Godfather.

Eat a dick, mortality.

We'll Work It All Out Together

My old man and my diploma

I even earned a silver and a gold sticker for mine.

I don't know how the fuck my old man would have reacted to my college education, but I know he was proud of my brother. I guess all those lectures about how shitty it is being a poor laborer and all those ass-beatings when I was a fuck head paid off.

I miss that son of a bitch.

I Want a Perfect Soul

My boys and their Uncle Joe

I've been off the radar for a while and it has been good but I think I'll start the post a day thing and try to keep it up even if I do get that J-O-B. Sometimes I just can't wrap my head around things and stupid shit seems to bother me more than it should. Just yesterday I was shopping for Gavin's new school clothes in the little boy section and not the baby/toddler section and I realized "this is how it happens that you end up all old and shit". Then today Gavin is telling me all about his imaginary friend Meesee who wasn't paying attention when he went shooting and pointed the weapon at his stomach and pulled the trigger so now Meesee is dead and he needs to find a new Meesee.

I fear for the children who have to face the next huge evolutionary bottle-neck event.

We Were Looking for Ourselves

I will not tolerate you.

I've got a metric fuckton of photos to resize so blogger will upload them and then all the fun times I will recount of my 30 day adventure with a dog, two children, wife, relatives and friends on a wacky quest to buy a Pembroke Corgi and drive it 2600 miles to it's new home. I hear Michael Bay wants to buy it so he can turn it into next summer's blockbuster 'splosion-filled turd of a movie. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, read this. It's a friend of mine from the Marine Corps who has a blog now and it is filled with wine and kitty goodness.