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Kindergarten Friends Posted 4/17/2007 12:01:44 AM I'm staying home today, with my 12 year old John, we're both kinda sickly. Maybe we didn't eat enough Easter candy or rotten eggs or something since our family picnic was postponed, but we're both a little on the puny side today. My chores are all pretty much done around the house, daytime TV sucks, not much to do really, so maybe I'll just kill the boredom with some bloggin from my noggin. I can still remember my first day of kindergarten, not like it was yesterday or anything cause it was several years ago, but I remember for sure. I made some new friends that day, some that I still think of as friends to this day. Maybe kindergarten is your first introduction to a bunch of new people all at once, at least it was for me. Sure there were the kids in the neighborhood, my nephew and nieces that I played with, but this was different, I had no connection with these people at first. They were all brand new and I met my best friend that day, and he remained so until his untimely death in a car accident. Stan was a unique individual, I've met a zillion people in my life, but never one that I connected with the way we connected that first day of kindergarten, he and his family pretty much became members of my family from that day forward. I looked at his little brothers as my own, and he saw my older brothers and sisters as his. Stan was four months older than me, born on St. Patricks day, his mom told me she almost named him Patrick, but chose John Stanley, his dad's name is John and an uncle's name was Stan. Just as a side note, my 12 year old is named John Patrick, the John is in Stan's honor, even though he never went by the name to anyone other than his mom. We went to the Catholic school together til they closed the doors after our fifth grade year, but we didn't lose touch, he went to a little country school and I went to Duncan schools. We were still best friends even though we went to different schools and didn't see each other every day. Stan and I were pretty much inseperable from that first day of kindergarten, he lived "out in the country," and his family's farm became my second home. It wasn't but about ten miles from my house, but it sure seemed like a zillion miles riding my bicycle that distance when I was a kid. We would meet halfway, or what we thought was halfway, I found out later that I was going farther than he, but it was cool, I was taller and had longer legs and besides I was a speed demon on a bicycle anyway. We hunted together, fished together, later rode dirt bikes together, went bowling or to the movies, and at that time you could stay in the theatre all day long for the price of one ticket. We double dated through high school, and did all kinds of things together, some of which we can't talk about in this venue, ya never know who might read this stuff and I'm not sure of the statute of limitations on some things. We somehow ended up with almost the same kind of cars, he had a '65 Impala SS, paid 600 bucks for it, before he had a license, and worked around the farm to pay his dad back. About six months or so later I bought a '66 Caprice Coupe, maybe a little fancier on the inside, but almost the same car anyway, our keys would even fit each others ignition for some strange reason. 600 hundred bucks, $24.16 a month to the Security bank, cause my dad wasn't gonna let me have a car. I had one of my brothers, Mike, cosign for me, it seems it was his duty, David had done the same for him ten years earlier, dad just didn't see the need, I guess he figured it was time to do things on yer own when ya started driving. It was cool though, I had a paper route and was making 16 to 32 bucks a week fixin typewriters all the way through junior high anyway so I was pretty much loaded down with cash at the time. We worked on those cars together, kept his pretty much stock cause he didn't drive quite the way I did, built mine into kind of a sleeper, It looked pretty much original, but it would run around 160 if ya really wanted to get somewhere in a hurry. It was kinda funny smoking all the mustangs, camaros, roadrunners and such of the day with a big bodied car, but they just didn't realize what you could do with a 327, a little time, and a few parts from Offenhauser, TRW, Crane and Holley. But those are different stories and not what I'm here for today. After high School I moved to Norman, and OU, I was also working in OKC at Oklahoma Typewriter. Stan stayed in Duncan and became a top notch welder. He had always been pretty damn good at it, but ended up being one of the best around. He got married and started a family, a son and then a daughter. We still talked on the phone and everytime I was in Duncan I would spend some time with him and his family. We rode motorcycles together occassionally, still hunted and fished every once in a while, and I would still kick his ass on the checker board every chance I got. He started his own business and was doing great until the oil business went bad, and then times changed drastically for him. His wife, Donna, was great through all the good times, but when times got rough she took the kids and left. Those two kids were Stan's life at the time, but he didn't get to see them as much as he wanted, he was devastated to say the least. I tried to get him to move to Norman or OKC, he could have gotten a job with almost any welding shop that would have given him a chance. I told him he could stay with me til he got on his feet again, but he took off for Atlanta, Georgia. It seems there was a big need for welders and he was making some great money down there. I lost touch with him somehow, his family did also. I still talked to his mom and dad every chance I got, but he just didn't get in touch with anyone. Atlanta must have been a little much for him, he got caught up in the meth craze somehow during his years there. When he finally came back to Oklahoma he was different, he called me the day he got home. I went to see him the next weekend, we were still best friends even though I hadn't seen or talked to him in a couple of years. At first he hid the meth shit from me, but I could tell there was something wrong, and after a few months he finally told me about it, and his time in Atlanta. I was determined to get him off that shit and get my friend back, but try as I might there was nothing I could do. Again I tried to get him to move to Norman, I had my own business, lots of cash and plenty of room. I was single, didn't answer to anyone but myself, was out partying and shooting pool almost every night, and he would have fit in well with my bunch of newer friends. I'm not sure why he wouldn't move, maybe he kinda looked on it as charity of some kind or something, but he stayed in Duncan, bounced around to different welding jobs and of course kept up with the meth, it pretty much had control of him by then I guess. I still went by to see him every chance I got, but it was very difficult seeing him the way he was. He wouldn't do the shit in front of me, but I knew it was there, and the people he was around were not my, or even his, kind of people. I was very afraid for him, it was easy to see that he was going down hill and nothing I, or anyone else could do would change it. He was moving from house to house, each one a little more ramshackle than the last, and eventually moved back out to his parents farm. He lived in an old oilfield tank, sure he had fixed it up with plumbing and electricity and all, but my God he had fallen to lows I couldn't possibly imagine. I got a call from another old friend from kindergarten, Bob, he told me that Stan was dead. He had gotten killed the night before in a one car accident, a car that I had found for him, a cream puff one owner '64 Chevy II that I knew he couldn't turn down, but if he had I would have kept it til he had the money anyway. It seems he lost control on a country road on his way to see his kids, he always drove too damn fast on those roads anyway. I went to his parents house immediately, there were lots of family members there already, but Stan's mom was down in the barn, she wouldn't talk to anyone til I got there. I spent most of the afternoon in that barn with Alma, we were both pretty much inconsolable really, it was if there wasn't anyone else around, just her and Stan and me. We talked for hours, relived the last twenty five years of our friendship and cried until we couldn't cry anymore. Stan had a huge funeral, he was loved by everyone that had ever met him. There were faces in the crowd that day that I didn't know, I knew they were his newer acquantences but not friends really. I thought to myself as my kindergarten friends and I carried my best friend out of the church, "this is my friend and he is back in my hands and in the hands of God now." He was 32 years old, only the good die young. I miss my friend. RIP Stan. p (2) Comments

What am I lookin for anyway? Posted 4/2/2007 8:22:58 PM Otay, I'm bloggin' today or maybe I'm just here bitchin' again or maybe I'm just bored. I guess it doesn't really matter, I'm here anyway, cause I've got some stuff to say today and I'm gonna write it down, cause I can, yaknow, free speech and all. Ain't it grand to be able to clear yer head with a good ol' rant every once in a while? If you've been followin along at home, you might know that I've been finding myself with more and more free time on my hands. My boys are getting older and don't need me 24/7 anymore and are gone a lot of the time, especially on the weekends. Why should Pat be cleanin the house or doin other chores on a Friday or Saturday night when I could be out havin some fun? A few months ago, somewhere around the Christmas holidays, I started getting out of the house for some "me" time, dusted off my cue and started shootin pool again. It seems most of my old "haunts" are gone now days, sooooooo I've had to look around for new ones. The people I once knew seem to be pretty much gone too, scattered all over the world, so ya gots to find new peoples too, right? This ain't easy! For some reason, it's really hard for me to find people that I like, that I want to be around in the first place. I can get along with most anyone, but geeeeeeez there's a bunch of turds in this world, so I tend to flush em. I don't want to know a bunch or turds and I sure don't want em knowin me either. I looked around Norman, but this place has changed, and I'm not so sure I like it anymore, at least not for goin out and shootin some pools and havin a few frosty beverages. Soooo, last Friday I went to the Southside, probably not the best place to go, but hey it's close and easy to get to. I had some fun, for sure, but lots of turds in Hudsons when I was there, at least around the pool tables, and they've only got two. I put my ol' money on the table to play, seventy five cents now days, and got myself a brew. When it comes to my turn to play, up comes turd number one. No, man it's his turn not mine. "Go ahead dude, it's cool, I'm not quite lubed yet and still a little stiff anyway, I'll play the next one". It seems some people just go out to argue with others or try to start something over a stupid pool game, but I'm not into that shit, just out to unlax a little. Now it IS my turn, turd number two says "we are playin for a beer," otay that's cool with me, just break already, otay. It seems my pool game may be coming back a little sooner than I expected, cause I didn't pay for another beer the rest of the night, and I played for six freakin hours and didn't lose a game til it was time to leave anyway, and by that time I was pretty well lubed for sure. But all night it was turd after turd, except for a couple of seemingly decent people thrown in here and there. All night long it was the same old thing from the lot of em, it's my turn, no buddy it's my turn not yours. There was even a couple of em that got their drunk asses throwed out, over a stupid pool game. Hey, I'm not gonna take any of this crap seriously anymore, it takes the fun out of it, if the balls go in they go in, if they don't they don't, I don't really give a rat's ass, I just wanna have some fun. I don't think this is the place for me, sure I had some fun, shootin pools and people watchin, but too many turds hangin out for me to wanna be there, and definetely not a soul that I really wanted to know as a real friend. R E S P E C T, respect, ya gotta say it like Aretha, otay. R E S P E C T, what happened to it? I realize it's something you gotta give in order to receive in turn, but it seems some just don't feel the need. Don't people understand that everyone deserves their respect, at least a little bit? Maybe it's too much to expect from a bunch of drunkass southsiders in the first place, and maybe it's always been like this and I've been away from it for so long that I just don't remember. "Can't we all just get along?" How much more fun would these people really have if they just tried to get along with people instead of trying to be turds? I couldn't believe the endless drivel this bunch of nimrods spouted all night long and not just to me either, mostly to others in the area. And what is it about some people that think that since they've had a few brews they can talk to anyone they want, anyway they want? Didn't their mommies and daddies show em enough love when they were growin up or something? We've got turds number three, four and five hitting on every girl that walks by, line after line of their endless crap, it all pretty much sounds the same to me, but I'm not a female so I don't really know if they want to hear that shit or not. I know I sure got sick of it, just hearin it from the bunch of dilberts, and it wasn't hard to tell that it was all pretty much to no avail. I'm not the only one that sees through all the bullshit, and it was kinda funny watchin em get shot down over and over, but they kept it up for the duration. And of course it was always the same thing, "she's a bitch," or something to that effect each time they nosedived back to their brews. We also had turds number six, seven and eight, all night long talking shit bout their friends or their wives, I wonder if said friends and wives have any idea what these turds say about em behind their backs, if ya gots something to say about someone shouldn't you say it to them instead of some other turd at the bar? It wasn't all bad though, there was a guy and his girlfriend there that I ended up talkin to for quite a while, going through the trials and tribulations of life, and maybe I enlightened them a little with my outlook on things and my inifinite wisdom of the same kind of trials and tribulations. They seemed to enjoy it, and so did I, so I guess it was worth spendin the evening around a bunch ot turds. Yaknow, I wonder if they thought I was just spouten endless drivel and worthless bullshit like everybody else that was there? Nah, they could see through all the bullshit just like I could. I've wasted enough time bloggin for now, and I've got chores to do, cause ya see I did this same kinda fun shit last night too. Different venue of course, but it was about the same kinda stuff all night long. A much shorter night than I had planned because I just wasn't in the mood for it, I've got lots on my mind lately, and I got tired of the turds and the drivel and the bullshit rather quickly this time. I'm beginning to wonder if it's the same everywhere, it sure looks like it to me so far, but I'm not gonna give up just yet. There's got to be some good people out there somewhere, right? I hope this rant of mine doesn't come off as some "holier than thou" kind of crap because I'm not that way at all. I just wonder where all the real people go, to have some fun, maybe have a decent conversation and enjoy their "off" time and maybe even make a friend along the way. Take care of you and yours!!, and have a great day!! p (1) Comments

Uh-Oh, I'm back Posted 2/20/2007 10:41:35 PM Hello blogville, blogworld, blogcity, blognation, or whatever it was I decided this forum was called, I'm back. I know, it's been a while since I've visited but it's that time again. For those of you following along at home and expecting an amusing anecdote, or an interesting story of some kind, you can change the channel. If you were expecting some interesting facts or earthshattering news you can go ahead and flush now. If you thought I wanted to ask questions about something or other move on. If you thought I was again looking for opinions or another viewpoint read something else. This is not gonna be anything I've done here before. I'm just here to vent, bitch, gripe, whatever you want to call it, that's what I'm going to do today. I've had a pretty shitty day, week, month, year so far, so I'm just going to write a while and see what happens next. I'm tired. I'm worn. I'm exhausted. I'm stressed. I'm frazzled. I'm taxed. I'm worn out. I'm worn smooth. I'm overlooked. I'm bored. I'm lonely. I'm pissed. I'm perplexed. I'm unappreciated. I'm angry. I'm overworked. I'm underpaid. I'm confused. I'm unnoticed. I'm disgruntled. I'm indecisive. I'm mad. I'm boggled. I'm alone. I'm ignored. I'm... I think mean people suck. I think stupid people suck. I think lowlifes suck. I think liars suck. I think cheaters suck. I think maniacs suck. I think dumb people suck. I think people that only think of themselves suck. I think people that treat others like shit suck. I think drug addicts suck. I think my boss sucks. I think my job sucks. I think people that think they are better than others suck. I think people that disregard other peoples feelings suck. I think the asshole that beats his wife sucks. I think the bitch that beats her husband sucks. I think people that beat their kids suck. I think my neighbor that won't mow his yard sucks. I think my son's business tech teacher sucks. I think the department of motor vehicles sucks. I think the tax commission sucks. I think walmart sucks. I think pepsi sucks. I think commercial TV sucks. I think the highway department sucks. I think people that ignore others suck. I think... Don't ignore me. If you don't like me, tell me. If you think I'm a jerk, tell me. If you think I'm crazy, tell me. If you hate me, tell me. If you love me, tell me. If you want me to go away, tell me. If you want me to stay, tell me. If you think I'm a lousy parent, tell me. If you thnk I'm a rotten son, tell me. If you think I'm lazy, tell me. If you think I'm strange, tell me. If you think I'm nuts, tell me. If you think I'm stupid, tell me. If you think I'm cool, tell me. If you think I'm uncool, tell me. If you think... I can't see worth a damn anymore. I can't throw a football seventy yards anymore. I can't run fast anymore. I can't do calculus anymore. I can't hear well anymore. I can't play hard anymore. I can't hold my liquor anymore. I can't play sax anymore. I can't shoot great anymore. I can't dunk a basketball anymore. I can't solve all my problems anymore. I can't just take off and go anymore. I can't save money anymore. I can't fish all day anymore. I can't party all night anymore. I can't party all day anymore. I can't... My back hurts. My knee hurts. My hand hurts. My arm hurts. My head hurts. My heart hurts. My... I've got two great kids! Thanks, I feel better now. Sometimes you just gots to vent, right? But, I'm still tired. I'm still worn. I'm still exhausted. I'm still stressed. I'm still frazzled. And I still think all the people I listed suck. Did I leave anything out? Feel free to comment, message, or whatever, but remember this is a family show so watch your language. More to come, stay tuned and seeya next time. And now a word from our sponsor. Insert your favortie commercial here, or your most hated, whichever you prefer and feel is most appropriate. P (1) Comments

Judgement Day Posted 1/27/2007 5:53:52 PM No, it's not really judgement day. I just thought that was a catchy name for this rant, ramble, jabber, bombast, or whatever I do here when blogging. Just when is judgement day anyway? Is it time for me to get my shit together, or is it pretty much all in one pile anyway? Who, whom or what is gonna be doing the judging? Are there good judges as well as bad, some more liberal than others. Is it possible to get a change of venue in extreme circumstances. Hmmmm, I wonder. I got off track there, sorry, back to my original reason for being here, judgemental people. They tend to piss me off, how bout you? I surmise you said yes, unless of course you happen to be one of said judgemental types. If you happen to fit into that category you can go ahead and go judge someone, unless you are busy judging me at the moment, because this ain't gonna be for you. And if you are judging me, and don't really know me, I can tell you for sure that I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of me. Just move along and go find someone that is up to your standards. I might not dress the way you like, maybe I've got a bad haircut, sometimes my glasses don't fit right, you might think I have an accent or something. I don't understand your reasonings, but I don't care, just go away. It seems to me that people that judge others before getting to know them are probably missing out on some of the best people around them. "I'm not gonna talk to that guy, he doesn't look quite right." "That guy's hair is too long, he just can't be worth knowing." "The fat guy? He's no good just look at him." "I can tell she's not worth a shit, good grief she's got green hair." "She talks funny, probably from down on the farm or some little bitty hick town and I don't even want to go there." "Him? He's got dirty shoes, probably has one of those outside jobs of some kind." "Are you serious, he's just got to be nuts, I mean who has red shoelaces." "A metallica shirt? Obviously some kind of crack head, stay away from her." " My god, he's got an earing, that must mean he's gay and that's just wrong." "No way, tattoos? Only bikers and serial killers have tattoos." "Are you kidding, I mean she's got holes in her jeans, either she's too poor to buy new ones or has no self esteem, not interested." "No way, he's got a motorcycle and those people are always in trouble for something." "That guy? With the NRA shirt? Move fast we might get shot." "A skateboard, my god those kids are worthless, all they do is tear shit up." "He's got paint on his clothes, must be a slob stay away." "The bald guy? Yeah right, has to be some reason he's bald right, it might be contagious." "He probably works on cars, those people are not up to my standards." "He's single, with kids, has to be something wrong with him." "She's old, I can't talk to old people they might make me old too." "Probably dropped out of school for some reason, worthless" "She probably works at walmart or a gas station" "Look at the car he drives, gots to be a waste of space" Some of the above might be extreme, I don't know what the hell goes through peoples minds. Do you ever wonder why you get some of the looks you do from others? I do. I try to be nice to people, and I've always been pretty good at getting along with most. I'm pretty easy to get along with really, if people will give me a chance. I'm sure most of you are too, if you try to be anyway. It seems that some just don't understand individuality maybe. Do they expect you and me to conform to their ideas of what we should be? I'm not a cookie cutter type, I'm different, maybe way different, maybe way too different for the likes of some. It's not like I give a shit, but why judge me in the first place. I can understand someone not liking me if they know me, who I am not who they think I am or who they think I should be. I meet people all the time, some I like, some I don't, but I'm not judging people. They are either someone I can get along with, maybe hold a conversation with or something or they aren't. It's not like I see people and think they are not up to my standards for some reason or another and think they should be hauled away and locked up just because they are different. I and most of you probably have gone through different "phases" in our lives, and most likely been judged accordingly by said judgemental people. They don't realize what they missed do they? I don't care how you dress, what kind of music you like, what you do for a living, what kind of car you drive, how long or short your hair is, what your hobbies are, it doesn't make any difference to me. I, when given the chance, try to look inside people, the heart and soul is what matters to me. Just what makes you tick, what makes you the way you are that's what's interesting to me and that's what I want to know before I try to decide whether I like someone or not, before I want them as a friend or not. I've tried to impress upon my kids that some people will judge them in these ways. Not that they should try to change the way they are to conform to what other expect, but that they should realize that there are judgemental people that they will cross paths with in their daily lives. I like them the way they are, sure they piss me off sometimes, but they are good kids and I love them. I was, at different points in my life, maybe even more of a noncomformist than I am now. I see some of those things in my boys too. I'm not going to get into specifics about my earlier nonconforming ways, suffice to say that I've always been different, just as I suspect most of you feel that you are different too. Does any of what I've scribbled here make any sense? Does anyone else out there in blogville feel the way I do? Can anyone explain to me why some people always seem to be judging you and me before even a word has passed between us? Do you think I'm crazy, or are you not quite finished judging me yet? (3) Comments

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