Passing

It was a hard week for me. I knew 4 people that all passed away.

Carla. A friend of mine. Cancer. Damn it. We all knew it was coming but just not over night. At least she is no longer suffering. I will forever miss her hugs and embracing me as a friend when I was going through my divorce. She was a real ray of light and the world is a little dimmer without her here.

Shawn. A man that worked with my mother for years and years. He taught me so much when I moved into my house. I knew nothing about electrical work before him teaching me. He fought through lung cancer but the wear it did on his lungs was to much. They eventually failed him.

Meema Gwen. I’ve know her my entire life. She was 104 when she passed away. That’s a long life. It’s sad but not as surprising as the others

RIP my friends.

Thursday was me going through the ringer. Physical therapy, football game and the state picnic. The PT was by far the hardest session yet. It all involved me standing. It was pain personified. I collapses into my car after the session. The rest of the work day was a blur. I hurt and I could have passed out at any moment.

After work I had the football game and the state picnic. I got off work and ran home to feed the dogs before heading out to the game. I’ll admit, I took some Aleve and had a beer while there. My body was a wreck. I hurt in places that I’ve never hurt. This was the first time since 1999 weight training classes in high school that I actually felt sick from overdoing physical activity. The game I didn’t want to miss but damn if it wasn’t painful. They won again. Maybe I’m good luck?

The state picnic was good. I needed the free beer to relax my muscle’s. The food was good. We somehow missed the brisket but I guess it was a little late. I saw people I work with regularly. Bob, my recently retired coworker. Bob won a $100 gift card at the state picnic. He also walked away with 30lbs of brisket. Yvette and I were wondering how the hell that worked since he wasn’t employed by the state anymore. He was also drunk.

Happy Friday the 13th!!!!

This part is not PC but I’m going to quote it was best I can. Best thing I’ve heard at the bar from some random guy: “Wait a second. Am I retarded? Is that’s what’s wrong with me? 42 years old and just realizing I’m a retard. Is that why people are nice and always waving at me? Wave to the retard. Be nice to him. I’m fucking retarded, aren’t I? That’s why my life has been so hard. I’m retarded and didn’t know it. Explains a lot of my hardships. I’m a fucking retard”. I can’t tell you why the man had this sudden epiphany, but it was funny being a fly on the wall to observe. I was trying not to morn Carla.

Jalapeño

Saturday Yvette and I just had an appetizer night. Ceviche, jalapeño poppers, bbq weenies and chips & Queso.

Zucchini noodles and a meat sauce.

Yvette made a meal! Buffalo Garbage chicken. It’s chicken inside a pizza crust. Damn good meal.

Lemon asparagus chicken stir fry. Yvette seemed to like it.

Spicy chicken breast with Queso rice & a salad.

Thee state picnic with Yvette and her family. It was after the game and the bastards stopped serving the brisket. Oh well, I was still a good free meal with free beer.

Date night w/ Yvette!! One of the things I look most forward to. The kids were not with us tonight so we at and watched Anthony Bourdain. Creamy Alfredo with mushrooms, sun dried tomatoes and Italian sausage.