Just take a little off the sides...

Well, I was driving once again through my hallowed hometown of Blue Springs, MO. I believed I mentioned earlier that Blue Springs is otherwise known as God's Country. A bedroom community second-to-none. Except for maybe Lee's Summmit. Also Lenexa. And then there's Overland Park...But never Independence, never ever Independence. People die there.

Anyways, I was cruising along in my corvette. Top was down. My hair was gently rustling about in the wind. My attitude was solid, and my destination was unknown. I was just out for a spin about the town...That's when I noticed something. Are all beauty school students life rejects, or is it just me?

Hey look. Like I said, I'm not one to judge. I rely on the beauty and haircut industry a good 5-6 times a year. But I was passing by the local beauty school and it just so happend to be break time, and the ladies were convening outside. You should've seen this motley crue genome rejects. We had the girl with the bobbed lezbo hair. We had the overweight female with the seemingly unrelentless attitude. We had the older lady just now pursuing the dream. And then there was hot girl. Hot girl most likely had been impregnated at least 3 times. She looked all of 19.

My point here is not to say, "Hey look at these rejects," point and laugh and go on about your day. But it's to bring about an awareness of the hairdresser industry. Sure some have visions of styling hair for movie stars and musicians. Some simply want to be the best at their craft and excel at the highest standards possible. But lets face it here. Some were just too dumb to get into college. Some made terrible life decisions involving their vagina at age 16, and yet still others lack the resources to get just a little bit farther along in life. Hey its no knock. We've all got to make a living somehow.

But lets examine a typical conversation between a typical hair dresser and me as the I sit down in the chair, just after she half chokes me with that little white scarf tissue thingy:

Hairdresser: So, what are we gonna do today?
Me: haircut
Hairdresser: So, what are you out doing today?
Me: Getting my haircut
Hairdresser: It sure is a beautiful day out today.
Me: Yep.
Hairdresser: Ohhh, look who's getting a few gray hairs!
Me: I hate my life.
Hairdresser: How do you want to do your sideburns?
Me: I'll handle it later.
Hairdresser: Okay, all done...that'll be $13.
Me: I have a coupon...See ya in 2 months.


Let's be clear here. You don't exactly have to have the knowledge of intimate astro-physics theory to be able to cut hair. At least not mine anyways. I don't know, just a few thoughts...Hey, who am I kidding, if it weren't for hairdressers, who would be willing to put their boob on our shoulders? We men need that stuff.

The curious case of Kid Rock

You know, I've been confused by this guy for years. I can still remember listening to his first album (Devil without a Cause) back in 1998 while I was a sophomore in High School. I think we all enjoyed the Bawitaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said up jump the boogy. I mean who didn't, right? We liked it when he spoke of packing up his game and heading out west where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts. You'd be an idiot if you didn't get into it! But in my eyes, Kid Rock has led us up and down a winding road of uncertainty that has developed into a confusing legacy for both himself and his fans.

I mean lets face it. Love him or hate him, the dude has gotten his share of airplay through out the years. So there must be something there that makes the people respond. And I'm only talking about his music. Who could forget his short lived marriage to Pamela Anderson?

Kid Rock is self-taught on the guitar and over the years has developed into a pretty formidable musician in his own right. He's sold millions of records, *sold-out every basketball arena in the country. Been on stage with music's biggest legends, all while sporting long 80's hair and a scruggly goatee/mustache/thing on his face that would make a 13 year old boy envious. I don't even want to get into the pimp hat he often frequents.

*Total Toby Keith reference there, sorry.

For this post I wanted to focus in on one of his songs, that happens to by my favorite of his. And I think this one song will tell you everything you ever wanted to know about Kid Rock, as person, and a musician...This song is called "I am"

In the song, he starts by getting nostalgic and reflective towards geographical features. Theres talk of rocky mountains, southern Florida beaches and how he has become Georgia, Memphis, Tennessee, and everything Hollywood wants to be...Clearly he was a fan of geography in 9th grade.

Then he gets into: "I am love and I am hate. I'm your late night drunk debate. They will never put a finger on me."....now this is just downright egotistical. But not illogical by any means. Sure, he's famous. And I'm sure many people have had many drunken arguments about him, I mean he is a confusing guy. But to say that he is both LOVE and HATE. Come on man. Get over yourself. We're not singing about the duality of man here.

"Have you seen a grown man cry, or a child that's slowly dying"....Yes and no. And I care to not discuss any further. Neither should you...thats probably why you moved right on past that and went back to what you know, and that's another geography lesson:

"I am North and South Dakota. And New York City....And I am Boston and D.C. And all of *DETROIT CITY. Everything Hollywood wants to be, blah blah blah

*Killer echo reverb on Detroit City, I might add. It sounds epic, even if it is only in your head. I mean sure, who doesn't like a shoutout to their own city. I'd kill if we could get some more music love for KC. We've been riding "Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come" for like 60 years. Its all we got.

Ok, now, this is where the song takes shape. This is where it all comes together. This is where he ties up all his loose ends and joins every musical genre known to man.

"I am southern rock and roll. Country, hip-hop, and soul!"....Beautifully done sir. You've now earned your license to be played on every radio station on the radio dial. It's genius. It's kind of like the guy when asked what kind of toppings he likes on his pizza, and he tels them he likes supreme. Come on dude! Nobody likes supreme, and furthermore, there's always going to be people in that room that thinks you're an ass-hole for even mentioning it. It's the poor bastards that you are causing to pick off the black olives and mushrooms that you're hurting the most.

Kid Rock ends the ballad in epic fashion: "I am only God knows why. I'll be a cowboy, *til I DIIIIIIEEEEEE! No you'll never put your finger on me!!!

* I gotta mention here the "til I die" part. It's tough to explain, but I'll try my best. It's at that exact moment that he reverts back to some sort of 80's quasi-metal era screaming that is so outrageous that it's perfect. It's the sort of thing that makes you say, Yes- Yes...This guy came to rock. And he will stop at no end to do so. And it is brilliant, and it is right, and it is everything that is both right and wrong with the music industry today. It really does say it all to me.

So there you have it, we've broke down a brilliant song. I must say here, that I really do like Kid Rock. (Although, its tough to admit in mixed company) But you really do have to respect a guy that can play with Hank Jr., Sheryl Crow, Run DMC, *Kenny Chesney, Willie Nelson, and Eminem.

*Hopefully we'll get a nice long post on him real soon.

But really, he is a guy that does spread across many different genres and styles of music, and there's a good chance that there's something out there of his that you really like. He truly is the type of musician that you will mercifully defend, or relentlessly slam, either way, he's still making money, and quite possibly in the end, the jokes really on you. Like he says, "I am love and I am hate. And the critics can all debate, but you'll never put a finger on me!"....So in the end- What did we learn from this? ....Damn- It beats me.

the va finally got me in

well after being out of my nervous medicine for two months the va finally got me in. they gave me some solid meds and i hope they help i also received 29 dollars for my travels. all that for two tours of combat thank you uncle sam

Tales of A Unlucky Fisherman

well my buddy has i series called You Better Get To Know Your Ballpark. Aaron started this series and i am going to add to is as i hope he does with mine as i call it Tails of A Unlucky Fisherman.

i am starting this due to my love if fishing and my so far inability to catch anything but a bad attitude towards the hole thing, haha i still love to fish but it just seems like the economy i have fallen on hard times.

so far in the few months i have really hit the pond and the river i have lost 3or 4 lours i really liked and, watched a bunch of turds catch a handful of catfish.

so this is just introducing this series of posts you will see, and hopefully you all can chime in with ideas that can help, or even reply with your own stories of successes and failure


Ed "the salmon" Mouse
out for now

A little RFK story...

One day in 1961, Attorney General of the United States, Bobby Kennedy was scheduled to make an appearance on the Today Show. Unbeknowngst to him, he was to go on the show after some talking parrots. So before the show, Bobby goes up to the parrots and says, "Hello."
The parrot says, "Hello, who are you"?
Bobby says, "I'm Bobby Kennedy."
Parrot says again, "Who are you?"
Bobby says, "I'm Bobby Kennedy."
Parrot says once again, "Who are you?"
Bobby, "God dammit, I'm Bobby Kennedy, Attorney General of the United States!! Who the fuck are you?!!"

Next Saturday the CAB (Community America Ballpark

Better get to know a ballpark---Rosenblatt Stadium

Hi everybody. Every weekend here at Wasted Thoughts we're going to take a look at Ballparks around the country in what we would like to call, Better get to a know a Ballpark. Today is our first installment in a 756 part series. This will be a big undertaking and a large task and from what I can tell, this will take us the better part of 10 years to complete. So here we go!

Our first ballpark we'd like to take a look at is Rosenblatt Stadium in Omaha, Nebraska. Omaha is the current home to the College World Series and the Omaha Royals (AAA affiliate to the KC Royals). Its the largest non-major league baseball stadium with a capacity of over 25,000. Built in 1947, the stadium has been home to the affiliates of the Cardinals, Dodgers and for the past 40 years, the KC Royals.

The stadium is located on I-80 and just minutes from the banks of the Missouri River, and downtown Omaha. However, controversy ensues. There are rumblings and grumblings from the Omaha faithful for a fancy new downtown ballpark.

I've personally visited Rosenblatt a good 7-8 times in my life and find nothing wrong with it. If you like dilapidation, steel beams, and stale nachos, then this is the ballpark for you! If you've got a fetish for watching dreams fade with aging minor leaguers, then come on out for a visit! They'll be glad to have ya!

Each summer 8 college teams invade Omaha in hopes of reaching world championship glory. With that comes the usual, fans, parents and girlfriends of players, and the occasional street performer. But the one person the citizens of Omaha look forward to seeing the most is none other than our country's favorite sideline hostess...Erin Andrews. Every summer in recent memory Erin has dutifully served her role as official interviewer and in-game story teller of the College World Series. And she serves her role well. She's a role model for blondes with little to no skills everywhere. And the world loves her for it. Certainly Omaha does.


Adjacent from Rosenblatt is the the Henry Dooley Zoo. If you care to see Monkeys throwing their own turds, and entertaining polar bears, then its a perfect place to spend a few hours before a game.

While not the gem of the Pacific Coast League, Rosenblatt Stadium remains in the hearts of many mid-westerners. Many take the pilgrimage across the seas of wheat and grass to Omaha every summer, and hopefully for many more summers to come.

My friday night

Well the Royals is i know it lost 5 to nothing to the STL Cardinals. A myrical might have transpired and they could have won 6-5 but i dont think so.
I am sure as you all can tell Aaron is the better writer, and i am ok with that, i never claimed to be Bill Shakespeare.

So its Friday and Megan went to work as she does and, with my inability to fall asleep i am up and here alone for the night. She often tells me "call your friends", well i am not from the town or the state i currently live in. And it just so happens the people i know even though they are cool they are felons and pot smokers, there is nothing wrong with that, its just i am not a felon and i dont drink or smoke pot. See everyone i know here i met when i was fighting (i was a amateur MMA fighter) i was actually good within a few months i was fighting for the king of the cage amateur heavy weight title. I lost the fight that would have got me there one day ill get back into it but right now i am going to school. Anyway, poor me poor me i know haha.

where was? Ok its Friday and i have nothing to do and i notice my attitude is getting real bad. And i cant think of a way to get out of this rut it keeps getting worse and worse. IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING THAT CAN HELP LET ME KNOW.

What sucks is today was a good day Megan and i looked at a place for our wedding, worked on a budget all good stuff. yet somehow i have managed to fall into this mood that makes all of that good seem like shit.

i also figured out the two phrases the "the glass is half empty) and "the glass is half full" dont apply to shit because if you drink half of whats in your glass you are taking fluids away so it makes it half empty. Now if you pour fluids into a glass and stop half way it makes the glass half full. get it

another one i have that Megan hates is " its not all rainbows and cupcakes" she thinks this is real negative so i tell her " it has to rain in order to make that rainbow and, some baker has to wake up at 4 in the morning to make those cupcakes",

I see the reel life in this world i have seen the reel life in other worlds. i have seen the good and bad in everything. All this is for another time but its only Friday i have to save more for latter.

baseball greinke and Buddhism

Well baseball is going to be a big topic in out blog, along with other political and even religious topics along with your range of bullshit. Baseball represents life and the challenges and the symmetry the ups downs. everything evolves around threes there are 3 strikes 9 innings 9 players on each team for a total of 18 etc.

its also one of the few sports that by playing by a set group of rules you can win. you dont bunt here, you swing for the fence there people know whats going to happen and yet teams still score and teams still lose, its awesome.

the here comes Zack Greinke. he is known as a flake of sorts and he marches to the beet of his own drum if you will. the way he sets up his pitches doesnt coincide with the way every one else does. the man has 6 pitches four braking balls a change up and a killer fast ball and thats just what i know of.

he brings a touch of chaos to a system thats so strongly based on years of tradition. i love that it shows that if you are smart enough and or cray enough anything can be possible.

i feel being a anarchist can be a good thing i dont mean on the way that you go around wearing store bought patches and what not i mean being a free thinker. standing up for what you feel is right not because its cool but its right.

there in lays my point in a world were things are so set in stone people need to be aware and think for themselves.

i use Greinke as my base for this topic because of the said reasons above to me(and i understand if no one else gets it) it makes sense.

now for religion, i have bean known to be a little on edge at times. so over the past few weeks i have made a real effort to fallow some of the ways of Buddhism, and so far so good. i set up what i like to call a good vibes table, on this table are a plant i work real hard to keep growing in a white vase i keep spick and span, there also some candles organized in a nice fashion that flows with the table. now other things that can go on this table are pictures of family i put my wonderful girlfriend Megans graduation certificate on there and so on.

well the other day i put my royals hat on this table and they lost.

this brings me to my point sports and any religion dont mix. God or whoever or whatever believe in doesnt care if you win or loose.

THEY HAVE BIGGER THINGS ON THEIR HANDS

i dont care when athletes bring God up for this i am going to use the example of Kurt Warner and Tim Tebow.

to me it seems they use God to seam better than everyone. because Gods on their side.

summation, to me baseball is like life and every now and then you have to introduce something new to change up the rotation.

a real life example of this is the Kongo river there are fish in the same species that never see fish outside of their school. this limits their ability to reproduce without inbreeding. if something was to change maybe they would evolve for the better.

and Religion doesnt have any place in sports

Thank You

May we never forget...

I think its important to remember the crappy teams now and again just to keep yourself sane. Alot of people may or may not know this, but the Oakland Athletics used to be the Kansas City Athletics. From 1955 to 1967, the Athletics called Municipal Stadium home, just off of 22nd and Brooklyn, and just down the street from Arthur Bryants Barbeque.

The old KC A's never finised higher than 6th place the 13 years they were in town. They were considered the de-facto minor league affiliate to the mighty New York Yankees. If the A's developed a star player, you'd better believe that they'd be playing in New York by the time they started producing. The list goes on and on. From Roger Maris, Bob Cerv, to Billy Martin...and God knows there are countless others.

Sure they had their share of dumb luck. Who would've thought Maris would go on to break the Babe's record in 1961? After all, he never hit more than 19 HR in Kansas City and never played more than 122 games. But the A's should've known they were getting an aging Hank Bauer and Don Larson in return.

Oh the KC A's did have their share of moments. They hosted the 1955 All-star game. Signed a 63 year old Satchel Paige to sit in a rocking chair in the bullpen for a few games. And who can forget the orange baseballs and goats roaming around beyond the Right Field Bleachers?

But there is something to consider here. Even as the A's continued losing season after season, they did something that we all should be thankful for...They made the city of Kansas City a major league town. We were on the map! Heck, in the late 1950's we were the farthest road trip west! We were on the edge of civilization, at least until the California teams started up.

What's important to note, is not how terrible and awful the A's were, but what they meant to the city. The team served its need as a foundation for a fan basis that would become dutifully served during the great Royal years of the 70's and 80's.

We stand here today in May of 2009 to find the Kansas City Royals right smack dab in the middle of a pennant race. For the first time in 20 years, the city has something to be excited about. And thats because this summer, finally meaningful baseball will be played. While there still are holes in the current Royals roster, nevertheless the Royals are relevant again.

I was in the Royals team shop the other day and noticed that they were selling old Kansas City A's gear. So I decided to pick up a hat worn by the '55 Athletics, which was the first year they were in town. I guess you could say its my way of paying homage to the terrible years, that many baseball fans felt around the city during that time period.

I will wear the hat proudly, for the thousands who cursed the old A's front office for terrible trades and botched play on the field. I will wear it for the poor and beaten down. Livin' in the hopeless hungry side of town. I wear if for the prisoner who has long paid for his time, but because he's a victim of the time. I'll wear it for those who've never read, or listened to the words that Jesus said. I'll wear it for the thousands who have died, believing that the lord was on their side. I will wear it for another hundred thousand who have died, believing that we all were on their side. I'll wear that hat to honor a young Roger Maris who blasted 18 HR in 1959. I'll wear it for Bill Grigsby who had to suffer through 13 years of calling terrible baseball on the radio*-- and who's now having to pay for it by peddling meals at Jazz restaurant.

*There's a great story Grigs has told about broadcasting the A's while he was at a gas station one day, that's worth telling here. See during that time, the A's never drew very well and they were constantly doing publicity stunts to get people in the stands. So one day, he was out and about getting some gas during one of their wretched seasons, and a guy comes up to him and says, "Hey Grigs...what time's the game tonight?" And ol' Grigs replies, "Well Sir... what time can you get there?"

So as I honor our forgotten team for the terrible times they endured, let us all remember where we were as a city before they came to town. Hell, they didn't even let blacks use the drinking fountain.

Only ass-holes take their shirts off

Ed, That is a shitty-ass day. That's the type of day where you just chalk it up as a loss and say, hey- we'll go back out there and get 'em tomorrow. After all Greinke is pitching. Its one thing to get fucked by the cable company, but its another to lose a $5 lour.

I thought this might be the perfect time to step away from the daily grind of life. Huddle inside your favorite snuggie blanket, cook a frozen pizza, and clear the mind of all that is wretched-...so we can discuss some of the reasons why I hate Matthew McConaughey.

A couple of summers ago Ed asked me one of the most valid questions of our day. He said, "If you could punch any actor in the face, who would it be?" Without one doubt in my sober mind, I said the words Matthew McConaughey.

Now I know what people will say- What? He's a great actor. He's gotta great body. The ladies love him. To which I will respond- Erroneous! To me a guy like McConaughey is the guy everybody loved to hate in High School, but nobody would tell him to his face. He's the guy everybody wants to know, but will talk about behind his back. See, McConaughey represents everything that is wrong with America today. All style, and no substance. All flash, no cash...Lets face the facts here. We live in a world where people are famous for being famous. I mean, its not exactly news here. Where went the days when you had to earn what you received?

Lets get serious for a moment. Who in their right mind takes off their shirt just to take off their shirt? To me, that just screams ass-hole. Ok I get it, you've got a great body. Your pectorals are pectorating. Your abdominal are abdimating.You have luscious long flowing blong hair that only Miss America contestants dream about. And you know how to pull off a good pair of aviator sunglasses. Well Matthew McConaughey- Tom Cruise you are not!

He's the cool guy. The guy that always gets the girl. He's clever and witty and humorous and it disgusts me. Ok, Dazed and Confused was pretty good. I'll admit that. But even so, you wore a creepy mustache and hung around high school children. But what I'm really talking about are movies like "How to lose a guy in 10 days, Fool's Gold, and Failure to Launch." Those all just sort of rubbed me the wrong way, and to tell the truth, made my soul die a little after viewing each one. Each one involving the same plot.

Step 1. Look good and be successful
Step 2. Meet a girl
Step 3. A misunderstanding occurs
Step 4. Reconcile with girl by using your wit and good looks. (See Step 1.)

The next time you see McConaughey looking cool while not wearing a shirt, I'd like for everyone to stand-up and unite with me on this. People like MacConaughey shouldn't even be allowed to have a driver's license, let alone star in a major motion picture. So as you go on about your day, believing the myth we call the American Dream, think about the ass-hole that took that dream away from you, stomped on it, and kicked it away like it was a pile of trash- all while not wearing a shirt. That my friend, is one shitty day.

just a thought

this is ED.i often think about what it would be like if i was crazy. would i know i was crazy? would i like being crazy? if i was to become crazy would people believe me when i said, hey, i am crazy? this is no bull-shit and i kind of wish it was. i think i would enjoy it, think about it, i would do what ever i want and if someone was like what the fuck i would say hey man i know it was fucked up but i am crazy.

i would go around drooling and yelling at people just for fun, or would it be for fun? i dont know.

in this world i think it would be better if we were all crazy times suck and i dont foresee them getting better

kids these days have everything they want and need, but with all the comforts of today they lack respect discipline and any other traditional values. maybe i do to but hey if you cant beet them join them.

and thats why i would like to be crazy (like the ostrich with its head in the sand) i would bury mt head in crazy shit and sick thoughts to blend in and get along.

this is ed. and a reply to aaron and about my day

well hello every one this is Ed today was a bull-shit day for me like it is a lot of days and i don't mean this to be self loathing. i woke up today like every to find my cable shut off and my internet not working (i am typing this from a ripped off signal). so to start off i missed a call that could earn me a few bucks and as we all know in this time we live in every bit helps.so that's what starts off my day fallowed by the complete lack of help i received from the VA like i [posted last night i am a combat vet and thank to the horrors of war my head is not right and nether is my sleep habits. next i find out there is nothing i can do about my cable.

so being a man i did what any man should do i went fishing i figure i should enjoy it while i can i start summer classes in a few days. while fishing i was listening to Primus one of my all time favorite bands. as it turns out they are incredibly awesome to listen to while fishing, that and the entire band is known for their fishing skills. the four four time echoed in my head and before i could know it a hr in a half passed. then i noticed a group of baby ducks swimming towards me i stopped my music and why i was doing to take a picture to grasp he beauty swimming towards me. while doing this my five dollar lour got stuck and to keep a running total lake and river three Ed nil that is i lost three lours and haven't cough a damn fish, but that's not what it is about


see i go fishing to reflect on my day almost as a form of meditation and a way to put the events that transpired into perspective.

Air-un your thoughts...........

now as for your wheel chair biker, i agree that makes me sick to my stomach. i hate the new age Harley riders as is the spend days polishing and cleaning their bikes to ride them for a hour to chilies or apple bees or what ever the fuck it is they do. give me a Triumph or BSA any day, they have class a rich history with bikers that know how to ride and work on their bikes themselves.

second what the fuck i thought to get a wheelchair you had to be able not to walk hahaha

well that's all for now

The other dude and the wheel chair tag

To start off the familiarities, I'd like to introduce myself as Aaron. I'm what you would call, Ed's friend. I'm also pretty sure that maybe 6-7 people will read this. If this is in fact the case. Ad sense was worth it. My only concern is that Ed dutifully sends me the check for 37 cents in a month. On the otherhand, this thing could blow up and get millions of readers, and if that were to hold true, we'd both have to scrap the blogspot and get a real website. You see, me and Ed like to think big, (all while failing miserably). Ok I'll get to the particulars about me in a second. But I'd first like to talk about something I seen today.

I was driving around Blue Springs, MO today (otherwise known as God's country) and I was stopped at a stoplight. It was a lovely late Spring afternoon, the wind was whipping, the clouds were cumulating, and the sun was as bright as 11th grade honors student. I looked over to my immediate left and saw a dude on a Harley. He was big and tough looking. Had a handlebar mustache. He was draped in so much leather, you would've thought he was a moo cow in a former life. His motorcycle was absolutely beautiful, and you could tell he was out and about just to show it off. His helmet was in the style of the Nazi SS. He was one bad-ass!....Until he pulled away from me, it was then and only then when I saw it---...Dude had a freaking wheel chair tag on his Harley-Davidson!

Now I'm not one to judge. Afterall, I am not God, or Peter, or whoever is the one that lets you in the gate (I'm still battling that in my thoughts) but how can you put a wheel chair tag on a motorcycle? Hell, there's nowhere to even stash a wheelchair on a motorcycle if you even tried! I guess you could put it in a sidecar, but who's really gonna do that? This ain't 1935. But really...what kind of ass-hole does all of this? He makes all of this effort to show his bad-assness, and he goes and pisses it all away by representing the disabled.

I could tell that this was the type of dude that farts in your living room and blames it on the dog. This was the type of dude that borrows the neighbors table saw and keeps it for 4 years. Meanwhile, he only used it twice. Once to fix a rocking chair that he broke, and the other when he hastily decided to go into the rocking chair construction business. Only to give up, one rocking chair in...

Anyways, this is the type of guy that I hate, and I'm sure Ed agrees with me. Hopefully we can get into stuff like this, and hopefully the 3-4 people that read this will be entertained, learn a little bit about how a couple 26 year olds view life, and maybe just maybe, the shit'll all buff out in the end.

insomnia

well its 2:39 am on a Wednesday and i more than likely wont fall asleep for another hr or so. i am 25 but i will be 26 in june. this is my first blog and i am sure like a lot of people i had huge plans and ideas about what i was going to say, but at the moment i cant think of anything , how ironic.

so i will use this time to let you all know a little about myself. i was born like everyone with a mom and a dad, i have 2 brothers and a sister and a half brother from my mom, that story will be for another night. i went to a catholic school were i did everything i could to get kicked out but to no avail (my mom and pops were big in the church). i then graduated from a public high school in the bottom 15 of a class of 500 or so. i joined the navy as corpsman (before 911) and that will also be for another night. as a corpsman i was stationed with the marines and saw the world, including iraq. i was in 3/1 1st marines kilo company weapons platoon. my unit was involved in some big stuff the clearing of fallujah the haditha massacre.

so now i cant sleep and i started this blog (now i am a tredndy asshole) even worse i go to college and i am under the impresion i have the solution for everything, hahaha i dont. any way as time goes on i will add to all this and try to make it better and tell more of my life stories and events in my life..... enjoy