Raking the Leaves

Nothing like raking leaves as the sun is going down. 

Especially if done with a lawn mower while listening to an MP3 player.

Dryer Fire and Still No Power

Last Thursday,  November 10, 2011, our dryer stopped working. After inspecting the dryer and noticing that the plug was badly burnt, I contacted our power company, Progress Energy, to come out and fix the plug, seeing as we are signed up with their Home Wire program. And after another phone call and email an electrician finally showed up to fix the plug in. Now I just need them to come back out and fix the switch in the fuss box so I can get power going to the dryer again.

$200 nap

I just spent one of those quality time events with my wife. I willingly sacrificed a whole day of watching my entire DVD collection of Hogan’s Heroes to experience something totally unheard of. Spending $200 for a short nap.

My once in a lifetime trip started very eventful, picking up another Japanese friend of my wife and driving about an hour to Durham, NC to meet with another Japanese lady who was going to drive all of us to Winston-Salem to attend a $100 per person - 2 hour psychic workshop. And just getting to this place almost sent me to the sprit world.

This wonderfully nice Japanese lady has a really bad way of driving. No matter the speed limit, she would drive at least 15 to 20 miles faster than the posted speed limit. And she lives on a very curvy road. And once on highway she really flew down the road. Literally. For at times I thought the van was truly off the ground which would have been a lot better experience seeing as how she didn’t understand the concept of driving straight. For flying down the road doing about 80 MPH she would move the steering wheel to give the effect of being on the TV show ‘Deadliest Catch’ during a storm. I just sat in the back seat and kept my eyes glued to my cell phone watching You Tube videos while my right hand held on to the door handle for dear life.

I would go on about her driving but I’m starting to get sea sick just thinking about it. But as we arrived at this psychic workshop I was amazed at the participants. All Japanese speaking women. And to add to the enjoyment of being the only guy attending a Japanese psychic workshop given in Japanese is to say that it was the only best part of the day. That and making it home alive.

I won’t go into too many details such as coloring pictures, breathing in special water and lip balm, stretching exercises due to the fact the highlight of the event was yet to come. Near the end of the seminar we all proceeded to lie down and take a nap. I found out later that I was the only one in attendance who was able to release a lot of bad karma from my body by doing one simple thing while I slept. I Snored.

Needless to say as we all head home I kept my cool, calm demeanor as well as what I had left in my stomach on the ride back to the place my van was then drop off another lady on our way home to where it was just me and my wife, who knew it was quickly approaching. We practically said the same thing at the same time. $200 for a %&#@ nap. I vented it all out and by God my wife knew I had to get it out right then and there and just helped me get through it. I said nothing of ill will towards her or the other ladies who were there just comments on what the seminar was like and the way the Japanese lady was driving.

We arrived home just before our kids got off the bus to where I proceeded to keep myself in my bedroom with junk food and a certain DVD set and tried to put the whole day behind me. But in all I did it not for myself but for my wife. We spent time together doing something she wanted to do and to be part of her life rather than sitting on the sidelines. She had a great time at this event and knew the mental sacrifice I made to be with her. We bonded a lot closer and realized one thing about our relationship. A $200 nap was worth it for the long run. For now I don't want to talk more about it.

I earned as the saying goes ’a lot of brownie points’ that I plan to cash in over the summer time.

Quick message

I am sorry for not posting much lately. I have been pretty busy at work plus a few videos I made for You Tube don't seem to be uploading and presenting the way I hoped for. I might have to invest in a different software package other than Sony Vegas. But other than the usual like the kids want more toys and my wife wants more money plus to go shopping more, nothing is really new.


The other day my wife and one of her friends were going to see a Japanese spiritualist in Greensboro, NC. They stopped off where I was working at for a quick hello/take care/see you later visit. I was outside of the store while they pulled up to were I was and we conversed for less than a minute and as they pulled away my wife turns and yells back to me that one of our cats had urinated in the kitchen. Needless to say, a few other store employees who were outside taking a cigarette break heard this and started to laugh. In the back of my mind I was hoping my wife was going to be OK and that she will get home safe later that day. The thought of if something had happened to her, know that the last thing she said to me was not 'I love you' but that the cat peed in the kitchen.

Windy Day

Yesterday after the rain had stopped and the sky cleared up, the wind increased with a feel to that of 'The Wizard of Oz'. A lot of accidents were reported on the news and a few of our Christmas decorations were exchanged with the neighbors next door. When I went outside that evening to put some more light decorations up is when I saw that a few trees either broke off or were severely damaged by the winds. Part of one of those trees missed the swing set by inches.

I did listen

A few days ago, I was working around Louisburg, North Carolina. I like working in this area even though it’s a long drive home. The people here are nice with an almost the exact opposite attitude towards life than people around Cary and Apex. People in Louisburg are mainly farmers and or people who work on farmers. A place where you can be at a stop light right next to a tractor.

However, there are certain types of people as seen on TV shows like Maury Povich and Jerry Springer. To tell you the truth, experiencing it up close and personal, I do have to admit that I find myself laughing when I see these types of people. But to protect the dignity of everyone that‘s when I head to the backroom as soon as I can.

One early morning I was in Louisburg working a Food Lion when a family made there way down the isle another vendor and I was on. They were talking up a storm and the only thing the other vendor and I could do was try not to look. Nevertheless, we did. This family consisted of a mother and her two daughters. The mother, whose skin, was turning to a nice golden mummified leather look. Her cigarette had the surgically affixed to the side of her mouth affect. She was wearing a wonderfully beautiful dress that doubled for a nightgown. She is talking to someone on the phone even though her first daughter has the phone.

The first daughter was wearing very short nearly transparent white pants with bikini style striped underwear. Her shirt is a pink tank top with thin straps going over the shoulder and a bra with very thick straps going over the shoulder. Flip flop shoes and no socks with a hairdo that screams ‘rinse, lather and repeat’. In addition, a cell phone connecting her hand to her head and a mouth on auto talk.

The second daughter, who everybody was watching, attracted the most attention. She didn’t really look fat, she just had a little more meat on the bone so to speak. She was wearing a bikini top for a bra with a jersey mesh t-shirt that was cut off just below the breast area. She is wearing flip flops and her mini skirt looked more like two dish towels that were sown together that an actual mini skirt. It was just barely hanging around her hips and just did cover the bottom part of her underwear. When she bent over to get something on the bottom of the shelf the other vendor and I nearly turned to stone. Her skimpy underwear had a huge hole in it. Let’s just say she shaves and it was wet. Moreover, she is about six months pregnant.

All three of these people were talking non-stop while in the store. Apparently, the second daughter is upset with her boyfriend because he took a pack of cigarettes from her car the day before. In addition, he came home late the other night, which means he is sleeping around with someone else. Mind you, I’m leaving out the curse words from their conversation. The first daughter was talking to her boyfriend who wanted her to spend the night with him. Her mother wanted to make sure he came over to pick her up because she didn’t want to leave the house and miss her TV shows.

It wasn’t too long before everyone working in the store was in the backroom talking about these three women. A few of us were putting these women conversations together to figure out what was going on. The first daughter may be pregnant. Therefore, she is sleeping with one of her current boyfriends because he is the only one who has a job. The girls’ dad is at home with a handover from drinking with his no-good friends. The second daughter apparently needs batteries for her “personal massager”. In addition, she wants to buy a new skirt to impress a guy she met at Wendy’s and his English is getting better. Mom wants to stop at the liquor store and have the first daughter to pay for it because she borrowed $20 to buy cigarettes last week and never paid her back.

These type of women will love you with all their heart until one of three things happen. You stop buying them things, stop giving them money or you disagree with them. You see these women on websites posing nude with a beer can in their hands. Get them drunk and alone and they will let you take all the pictures you want in any position you can think of. Give them some money afterwards and she’ll be more willing to let you take more pictures or videos of her next time.

The reason I know a lot about these types of women came from my dad. After my parents divorced when I was four years old, he moved to Middlesex, NC. I would spend weekends with him from time to time and he would honestly tell me about the different types of women out there. I clearly remembering one day I was with my dad and one of his friends while we were driving through Middlesex when we saw about 5 girls walking together. My dad friends told me to look carefully at their faces. We then drove to my dad’s friends place. He went in his house then brought out a photo album with pictures of a lot of naked women and girls on. Sure enough, I recognized a few of those girls walking through town.

A few girls in these Polaroid pictures, I’m told, will do anything just to get naked. Some for alcohol, some for money but mostly for sex. Their ages in this photo album ranged from 15 to 20 and every one of them was very sexually active. A few of them already had babies of their own; they just didn’t know who the father might have been.

This guy told me the only thing you had to do for a get-together was simply wait for them to go walking around and just drive up to them and hand them a can of beer to sip on for a while. Less than five minutes, they’ll be heading over to your place or as simple as just getting in the car with you. I was advised if these types of women came to your home, to hide money and other valuables. Never let them see your checkbook or know how much money you really have.

My dad made sure I didn’t get near these girls. It’s one of those few times he did his job and those talks with my dad is by far the best memory I have of him. While he was married to my mother, he was an alcoholic and he cheated on her. The one quality he did have was he knew when he made a huge mistake. The time we did spend together he wanted to made sure I did not make an ass of myself and destroy a perfect relationship he did have with my mother.

My dad passed away March 1994. My wife and I were blessed together in August 1995. If my dad never talked to me about sex and the different types of women out there, I would never have been able to meet my wife. The few moments with my dad gave me better protection for my future than any high school sex education class that I can remember. He never met his daughter in law or his only grandchildren. He never knew that I was able to avoid being in a relationship with these types of women, especially those I saw that early morning at a Food Lion in Louisburg, NC.

He never knew that I was listening.