I Lost the Little Guy

I lost the Little Guy

Today I talk about how my life has not been very eventful. Then my ex-wife called me at 3:30 in the morning to let me know that a dog (that used to be my dog) was lost. She had let him outside, but she couldn't find him.

Now the interesting thing is, this dog had SERIOUS problems walking. So how drunk do you have to be to lose a dog who can't walk?

This brought up to thoughts for me. First, even though I am an award winning teacher, I can't get this “Student” to understand the concept that she has a drinking problem. However, I am a huge failure when it comes to this.

Secondly, it has been many years since I separated from my first wife. I have done things, and taken steps to make my life better. I've been lucky enough to find a wonderful woman to share my life with me (who has fabulous kids to boot). I'm getting ready to graduate with my second degree. My life has moved on for the better. Meanwhile my ex-wife is still at square one. Sad.

While I could cut off ALL communication with my ex (I talk to her for a few minutes about every 7-12 weeks), but unfortunately when someone talks about “Chrisitans” I would put big money on my face coming into her (or her family's) mind. So I try to do what Jesus would, and be nice, and hopefully she will see that my life is better due to my faith.

She called again, and I was very tempted to answer the phone with “ARE YOU SOBER THIS TIME?” But instead I took a deep breath, and answered normally. I am glad I held my temper. She again was crying, but this time it was because the dog had seizure and she had to have him put to sleep. My “Little Guy” that I used to watch the Cleveland Browns with was gone. He was so little. So cute. I loved that dog a lot, and I will miss him. catv

Check Please!

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I'm typically a hard person to find speechless, but when my Ethics teacher presented us a blog posting about a Japanese video game called “Rapelay”  where the goal of the games was to rape women and force them into having abortions. I grew up playing Monopoly and operation.  I was speechless.

I mean how does that go down? Does Hop Sing come running and and go “I've got a great idea for a game where YOU can be the rapest,” and everyone goes “By george he's got it!” I mean seriously. How does this have a market so that people would even ponder the thought of creating it in the first place? What's next Old McDonald's Bestiality Video Game?

I suppose if I stand up and say, “I embrace free speach, and I embrace other cultures, but this is messed up” I'm going to be labeled “judgemental.” If this is the case, what would be classified as wrong?

I just know at this point, I've seen enough. It's sad, and I feel ashamed to be human. I want off the planet. “Check please!” lets box it up and get out of here.

My Imaginary Friend

My Imaginary Friend - Great Gazoo

When I was growing up I was always amazed at how adults were fascinated about me having an imaginary friend. So I made up a friend that made no sense (he lived on top of a water tower). This delighted the adults. The more ridiculous the story, the more they would laugh, and I like to make people laugh so I would occasionally indulge them and talk about “Fako.”

Our fascination with fake people continues as “Reality TV” shows makes “Stars” out of people (with their fake nails, fake boobs, fake lips, fake tatoos, fake hair, fake tan) who come on the show and try to “keep it real.” The only thing real about reality TV is that IT'S NOT REAL.

This was partly due to Ozzy Osbourne as his show seems crazy. Well guess what folks, Ozzy is NUTS. This is why his show worked, and why almost every show after it has not.

Now we have Rock Of Love (with Brett Michaels from the band Poison). This time its for real.

Where are the real people. Where are the heroes for our children to look up to?

Music By Top Johnny from the Podsafe Music Network “Keep it Real.”