I Got One For Ya Stalkers

Stalking and threatening my family is not in your best interest.......crumbsnatcher!

I Love Your Sister

As far back as I can remember, well since Angie was a teenager, I've been fucked with so much: "hook me up!", "I love her."

My Boilermaker buddies were relentless at trying to marry my sister.....they fucked with me daily about her because they knew I got tired of hearing about it so it never stopped!

I met a doctor Ang works with at Le Cigar, Dr. Bazzi is down to earth and funny.  The owner Naj said he'd give my dad a goat to have Ang's hand in marriage. 

The other night I walked into the cigar bar and Dr. Bazzi was smoking the hookah and started laughing as he shook my hand.

"Naj has two goats in the alley for your dad!"  We laughed our asses off.  We both tease Naj, Dr. Bazzi jokes with Ang at work about the goats in the alley behind the bar.

I tell them that she's happily engaged, but I'll take the goats!!!

I will see them both again, and the joke will continue even further! 

Look Out World

Finally our place is starting to feel like a home.  Pictures, original art from my cousin hanging over my sofa.  He went to the same elementary school that my girls go to; the school produces some very intellectual little people, the parents are also very talented people also.  The school is based on arts and now technology.

I've gotten into this habit, a bad one, and if I want to live the dream of my restaurant business I have to give up the lifestyle I've been living lately.

I've given this a ton of thought: if I meet the right woman I want to get married, but she's gotta be on board with my restaurant passion....and I have two daughters so we come as a package deal and if a woman can't accept that then it wont work.  My daughters' are numero uno and if they don't approve then.....adieu!  


I mentioned the other day on The Book that I was content without a woman, and I am.  Some people thrive on having that relationship/companionship.  I'm no shrink but to me those people sound needy?


Maybe I haven't met a woman that'd make me feel needy yet?


Good women are hard to find: the good one's (mostly taken).  Wulla!  I'm not looking but my mind is open to that right person, I don't have any walls built because of past experiences with dating....throw kids in the mix too!


Some other great news.....I got my passport!  TDRR in Amsterdam, Germany...maybe France.  I'm taking the Beaver overseas!




 

Success is the Only Option

Today was both good and bad, but you've gotta take them together.

I had an MRI on my hips Sunday and today I got to hear the report.  Osteoarthritis in both hips.  It's not genetic and has nothing to do with my accident where I lost part of my right buttock?  Insurance companies are blind.  Did I have this problem  before 10/15/2002?  No.

All I know is that in the grand scheme of things, my dreams:  I don't care if I've got to barbecue in my own damn restaurant in a flippin power scooter I will own my own place.  My daughters are on board with the restaurant business so that's motivation enough to give it a shot.  Maybe one day I'll meet Gordon Ramsay but I hope its his other show, not Kitchen Nightmares!

We've been in our loft now a little over two months and this place is always such a pain in the arse to keep clean, plus those two little women go through a ton of laundry!  It's like an OCD nightmare, I can not just sit around knowing there's dust everywhere.  

Aside from today's little diagnosis, I am not going to let it stand in the way of our dreams.


Feet don't fail me now!

The Garden of Laundry

If there's one thing I hate it is laundry.  I hate everything about it, washing and folding.

We can thank Adam and his bright idea of letting a snake talk him into eating the apple.

From that moment forward, Adam was the creator of vanity, which in turn led to lot's of heaving petting.  

Wow!  Eve looks pretty hot eating that apple.  Whoa what's this thing between my legs, its getting bigger.....Oh Eve!

That one little apple led to the birth of LAUNDRY!  Men had to cover their peckers with fig leaves and women had to cover their bush with vegetation to keep the horny men at ease.

As time went on we became hornier and hornier until the earth was full of horny people.  Finally somebody figured out how to make clothes that would cover everything.  But then they realized after wearing the same leathers for years at a time was causing a decrease in population they figured out how to make fabric: that could be cleaned.

Assholes!

So here we are in modern times, as vane as ever, wearing all kinds of clothes, using all types of linens that have to be washed.  This leads to rants like this when you let your laundry go for a day or two!  

Laundry leads to the use of energy, natural resources, hot water, electricity, etc.  You get the fucking point right?

So when Adam took a bite of that apple, he left behind the first carbon footprint.  And now I'm stuck folding 2 days worth of laundry.  

My Lonely Day

As life would have it, I had lunch with Michelle and Alexios......but I told you this shit earlier!

If you're an asswipe whose a noob click the the blue words that say My Loney Life Part 2. 

I had an extraordinary day today!  Last Sunday I had bought 3 $50 tickets to win a grand prize of a 2011 Comaro SS....mutha fuckin American Power!  I broke out the at least 11 year old Ralph Lauren golf pant....take note: The real deal last forever!

My home-girl Michelle told me how she knew her husband's "dreams/goals."  Her husband owns his own bakery and puts in mega-hours, but she supports his every move.  She knew that going into the relationship, and here we are 11+ years later and she still  believes in his goals..................

Livin, Lovin, Without a Woman

I got the girls off to school this morning but not before we had breakfast at our breakfast bar.  I had made a 9:30am appointment with an investment banker and my dad was taking me.  I didn't realize when I made the appointment last week that it was a late start, but I'm VIP so showing up late to a business meeting is like whatever.

My dad picked us up and we dropped the girls off at school and went to the bank to listen the the man's spiel about how to invest.  He pretty much want's to gamble with my money.  The jeans, shirt, shoes and watch I wore were worth more than his suit.  I've heard this song and dance before but from someone I trust and that's why I invested with the broker I did.

I just couldn't stand the rambling so I told him I had to cut him short because I had a business appointment at 11:30am: sushi date!

I met my friend Michelle and her son Alexios (4) at the sushi restaurant.  We ordered our food and had a nice, in-depth chat about life, kids and goals.  Over 10 years ago Michelle and I were roommates, just roommates: she is like a sister to me.

I talked to her about my meeting and how the man asked if I started pricing properties for my barbecue restaurant.  Michelle's husband owns his own bakery and is probably the hardest working man I know.

Michelle told me that his dream was to always make his own bread to distribute, so a couple years ago he bought himself a bakery.  She told me that his plan for the future was to give his kids the opportunity to purse any career they wanted in life. 

I told Michelle "that is exactly what my plan is with the restaurant."  Her hubsters works mad hours and she takes care of everything at home and with the kids.  We also scratched the surface of my dating life.

I told her I was ready to find a good woman, get married (one time only) and live my dreams with someone who supports my efforts, just as Michelle supports her husbands dream.  I told her that my girls were on-board with the restaurant business, and their stamp of approval is good enough for me!  If they believe their dad can do it, that says a lot. 


Michelle and I had a great conversation over lunch, and the conversation had really made me think about my future as far as finding a good woman.  As of now I am not looking: you always seem to find the good ones when you're not looking.


Thanks Michelle and Alexios.  I thoroughly enjoyed lunch today!

My Lonely Life 2

My sushi dates, a fine group of lady friends, have been trying to coordinate a sushi date.  My friend Mish called me today and said "I need my fix.  Soon.  We can go tomorrow by ourselves (and her son of course)."


It's a date.

We didn't go last week, so Thursday I cheated on my home-girls and bought "fresh sushi" from Westborn market.  My friend and I got some kind of Salmon and some Philadelphia rolls I think?

The sushi was okay but it wreaked havoc on my stomach the next day: I regret my infidelity to my sushi dates!  I cheated and paid!  Never again. 


So tomorrow's lunch should be a gut busting good time: good laughs and about 60 rolls between the two of us!  Mish weighs like a $1.10 soaking wet, I don't know where she puts it all.


Tomorrow night I'm attending the Dearborn Firefighter's Burn Drive.  $50/ticket, I got three.  The grand prize: a 2011 Comaro  SS or $40,000.  They are having a reception and the raffle is at 9pm so my sister and her fiance are going to attend with me.


I'm looking forward to my lonely life tomorrow: sushi then finding out if I got the winning ticket!


Wish me luck!

My Lonely Life....

I got a funny blog comment that I left unmoderated from some loon.  

Apparently the government is footing the bill for everything I have.  Excuse me while I have a LULZ attack.....

There's no such thing as "government housing" on West Michigan Avenue.

I went into Chase bank (which I dislike very much) to grab some loot, and there is this drop dead gorgeous Lebanese woman close to my age who's awful flirty: it's the only goddamn reason I keep my account there.  When I first started going to the branch she works at she would always handle my transactions at her desk.  You know I roll VIP.

She's a beautiful woman but she's got rock that would break her arm on her hand.  I do have morals but sometimes they get left in my back pocket.  I'm not into being a home wrecker, believe me if I was that list would be mighty long.


So while at the bank we chatted, I always call her Mrs. Tasha.  I've always been attracted to Middle-Eastern women, the hot ones of course.  


Long story shortened: I made a cash drop at another bank and my dad rolled with me to Gardner White where I ordered my leather recliner and three leather bar/breakfast stools.   I know people, who know people, and I got hooked up with a good deal through a friend.


This has put me into an OCD nightmare....furniture re-arrangement!  I then heard this story in my travels today about a woman who left her fiancee to be with the man she's marrying this weekend.  It stopped and made me think that--you cant help who you fall in love with.  


I'm so lonely that this female I know asked me to join her after work for drinks.  It is obvious there is one thing and one thing only that she'd like. And that is to taste the flavor.


Will I do it?


A gentleman never tells.....