try to run try to hide try to keep it inside

Staying with my in-laws has been ok so far; there have even been a few good points. As I may have mentioned before there is always some kind of homemade something to eat AND there is always some kind of dessert option around. Which is a heaven send to Flaca and me because we LOVE our deserts and there is usually a good option for either of our tastes. As I drove to pick up my free Gyro yesterday I observed another difference between the north side of Chicago and the south side of Chicago. On the north side you can’t go more than three blocks without seeing a taqueria of some sort, but on the south side you can’t go more than three blocks without seeing a pizzeria. This little six-month experiment may not be so bad after all. I LOVE pizza and it appears that there will be plenty of places for me to try before we vacate the area. I am also starting to enjoy exploring the surrounding areas. It will be cool to find little cool places around there. Don’t be fooled for a second I am not falling in love with the south it will just hopefully be a nice winter fling before I get back north to my true love the Northside.

Another cool thing is my in-laws have a dog that hangs out in the kitchen for the most part. Yesterday Flaca went out with one of her friends so I decided to grab dinner and chill at home. Before I really realized it I was talking with the dog as I ate dinner and he sat waiting to see if I would drop him some scraps. He also hangs out when I make my lunches waiting for to maybe “accidentally” drop him a bite or something. I forgot how awesome it is to have a dog. I haven’t had one in so long and now I am positive when we move back up north I’m going to want to get a dog of our own. This dog is kind of old so it’s not like he can go for walks or anything but he is cool for chilling out and watching TV and hanging out in the yard. Now that I think about it maybe he can go for walks, I don’t know, but that would be pretty cool.

Well I have to get back to pretending to work. Only seventy-five minutes left. WooF !!

Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon and fire off into job land, where jobs grow on little jobbies

Back to waiting. For most of this process I have been very confident that I have done well after I complete each part. But as soon as I handed in my last part of yesterday’s test I felt that I might have answered the questions wrong. I spent a lot of time trying to answer them but I fear my grammar and my sloppy handwriting may have been a curse for this part. Thinking about it now I can’t even remember what the questions were. Hopefully I’m wrong for feeling like this and in three to four months I will be called in for a final interview.

If this doesn’t work out I’m really not sure what I’m going to do as far as work goes. I mean thankfully I have a job but at the same time it leaves me wishing there was more. The real kick in the balls is I do not know what I want to do. I find myself kind of jealous of those people that are out there doing exactly what they want to be doing. Growing up I wanted to be an actor, and then later realized that I kind of liked some behind the scenes work a bit more. But at thirty-five what do you do to get involved with that kind of work. Plus actors and actresses can be annoying little weirdoes if you have to spend more than fifteen minutes talking to them. They tend to be a flaky bunch of dreamers from my experience. I need to do something though, especially if I’m going to purchase a house on the north side any time soon.

I don’t know.

Switching gears a bit I joined a gym on the Southside in an attempt to balance my intake of all the delicious food my Abuelita –In- Law has been cooking. Hopefully I will keep my attendance up at the gym and keep myself from going crazy as the mercury lowers on the thermometer. I also learned to play a fun card game with my A.I.L. that will surly make time spent at the kitchen table more enjoyable.

Got to get back to work I have to turn in the T.P.S. reports before I leave today with the new coversheet

And I think I wanna be a brick layer.

I’m thinking I will not be at work tomorrow so it looks like I will be enjoying an extra long weekend. Monday I have taken the day off to go do my psychological exam for the future job, after that hopefully I will be invited in for the final interview and if that goes well an invite to academy. But I have come to a conclusion that I need to come up with a plan B in case all of this falls to pieces, maybe even a plan C and D also. The question comes down to what do I really want to do for a paycheck. I have been riding the Metra to work lately and that has me wondering what you have to do to become a train conductor. It seems like a pretty sweet job that can’t really be all that hard except maybe that people act like a-holes every once in a while. I know for a fact that I do not want to be a paper pusher for the next thirty to thirty-five years. I’m also not really cut out to do extremely hard manual labor. In fact there was one point that I asked this guy who used to be a pretty good friend of mine to help me get my foot in the door to a manual labor job. He said he would see what he could do but times were slow and he wasn’t sure I could handle the hard work. Then a while later he’s telling me how he helped this guy get a job with him and how he totally screwed him over because the guy he helped get the job left for lunch sold some equipment and tried to score some drugs BECAUSE THE GUY HE HELPED WAS A JUNKIE!! So to recap me a person that may sometimes drink too much can’t handle a manual labor job but a Junkie can be welcomed to a job site with open arms only to sell your expensive equipment to get HIGH in the middle of the day. Yes that was a good judgment of character that one kind of stung. But yeah I need to figure out what I’m going to do if the bottom drops out of the new job I’m going for.

In good news it’s Flaca’s birthday this Sunday so we are going to be out and about celebrating. I ordered her a birthday cake from our favorite bakery ever Dinkle’s over on Lincoln so we will be picking that up on Saturday. I need to think of some cool things to do for her to make sure she has a fun birthday weekend. I’m trying to figure out if we should hang up north where everything is awesome and beautiful or on the south side where there is. ummm…. Well. uhhh maybe I can figure out something up north.

I got to get to work. Have a great weekend and maybe on Tuesday I’ll bore you with the details of my crazy test.

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

In hanging out with my in-laws I have been drinking in how sweet my wife’s mom is. I mean she may very well be the kindest sweetest woman that I have ever met in my life. Each day I talk with her I enjoy how easy it is just to talk with her about nothing at all. In the early mornings as we are waiting for the bus to go to the train I kind of smile as I watch her say hello to all the people in the neighborhood, the bus drivers and even fellow Metra riders. Watching all this makes it easy seeing where my wife gets her sweet side.

This has lead me to thinking about my biological mother and how I really know absolutely nothing about her. Looking back I haven’t seen her since my niece’s baptism maybe about six months ago. I do not make much of an effort to see her due to fact that there has always been a gigantic disconnect between us. I often think how strange it is that she gave birth to me yet I feel like she is a total stranger. The only real mother quality I can give to her is that she has a very strong ability to rip my soul out and dance all over it emotionally killing me. The weird thing is no matter how many times she screws up or hurts me at the end of the day I always feel sorry for her. She has this weird sadness around her that kind of freaks me out. Even when I was young I could feel the sadness that surrounds her. It’s like she is destined not to be happy. Sometimes I wish I could be a better person and not get hung up on the fact that she walked out on my dad, brothers, and I all those many years ago. I wish that I could forget all the weekends that she said she would come and pick us up and then just not show up. The weird thing is that I wasn’t mad at her for not showing up for me but how sad it made my little brother. But when I do see her at the random times now I am turned into a little confused kid which usually ends with me acting rude and maybe kind of like a dickhead.

In all reality her leaving was probably the best thing that ever happened to my family. My dad met my step mom who ended up raising us and molding us into the weirdoes that we would become. I shudder to think what would have happened if she stayed married to my dad. My step mom did a great job loving us and showing me that not all people are assholes. She may not have always been the softest person but under that gruff exterior she is about as soft as they get.

So as I hang with my mother in-law I’ll enjoy how sweet, soft and kind she is. I’ll try to take her advice that everything happens for a reason and I’ll try to be as forgiving as she seems to be. I’m still learning as I stumble through this life, I’m glad I continue to be surrounded by awesome people.

For the record I love all of my moms. Biological, Step and In-law, this has just been an underlying thought lately and I felt puking it out here might clear out some of the gunk.

Call your parents if possible let them know they raised you right and BE good out there kids

I'm over you. I'm over you. I moved in upstairs from you. I'm over you.

So it’s still early on in this little relocation experiment but I have an issue with one thing. The commute. It now takes me one and a half hour to get to work and then the same for the way back. Three hours of my day commuting, compared to the hour to an hour and a half that it used to take via my trusty bike. The cool thing is I am commuting with Flaca so I have someone to talk to. The only drawback is when we arrive to her parents I am tired. One of the gigantic bonuses is I am eating home cooked super awesome meals, but I have also not been working out at all. I am going to have to really push myself to workout after work. Last night I was suppose to go for a run but by the time we got on the bus for the final; leg home all I wanted to do is eat some dinner and lay down. This will be the hardest habit to avoid.

Work is crazy again this week so I have also have been missing my lunchtime work out. For me workouts are not only a way to keep this awesome beer gutted frame of mine but it has also been something that keeps me from going crazy. This is definitely going to be interesting.

Luckily I have Friday and next Monday off. Monday I go in for the psychological exam for the new potential job. Lets hope I am not some kind of crazy person.

Northsiders please take advantage of all the fun awesome things there are around you. Flaca and me are going through withdraw out here on the very boarder of south Chicago.

Hopefully I have something more interesting to talk about tomorrow. Maybe I’ll review the gym we are suppose to trial tonight that’s exciting right.

ride at night, ride through heaven and hell

This is definitely going to be an interesting experience. Within our first full 24 hours of living on the Southside we went exploring to find this fest that one of Flaca’s co-workers had told her about. For the very first time ever in my life I was on the Southeast side of Chicago. Not only where streets are numbers but also where the Avenues are letters. We went to a festival in a parking lot of a church. It was very interesting but only interesting enough for us to split an elephant ear and then get the heck out of there. It was exciting to see a neighborhood that I never knew existed and I’m pretty sure I will never be over there again. I guess that area is the South shore right before you get to Indiana. I guess there used to be steel plants and stuff like that over there. It seems like a neighborhood that you can shoot movies in with no permits.

We spent the early part of Sunday trying to figure out where we could potentially join a gym on the Southside. I’m really not sure how this is going to pan out. It seems like walking and biking around this side of town is not the best of options. I’m thinking I may pick up running again which will definitely help me learn the neighborhood and see what is around there. I miss the north side already and I can tell Flaca does too. But we will suck it up so that as the snow thaws we will move back where we belong back north ideally into our very own house.

This morning’s commute was ok but I’m already dreading when the temperatures drop and that mean winter wind is smacking me in the face. Flaca’s mom was a good guide this morning, giving us all the details on how things work I may have also mentioned before that she is THE nicest person I have ever met in my life and her positive energy may be what I need to make it through the winter. I am not going to like this commute at all and already miss riding my bike. I’m hoping I don’t get all-fat a doughy on this little stay.

The move went easy, and I thank Flaca for putting a good spin on it. I’ll explain. As we were finishing loading the truck with the last of our stuff the skies got crazy dark and all of the sudden it poured. As we hopped in the truck I made a comment about how we are being chased out of the north by the nasty weather. But Flaca looked at me and said no the Northside is crying/mourning that we are going. She’s good kid; she has the skill to keep me from getting too blue. Hopefully I can keep her in good spirits as well.

Oh but in good/dangerous news there is a Portillos within a ten minute or maybe I should see how long it would take to bike over there.

the words I say are silver but what's left unsaid is GOLD

So I’m preparing for the move to the Southside of this beautiful city that I live in. For the first thirty-five years of my life I have strictly lived on the North side. I have lived in many apartments in many different neighborhoods in Chicago but all on the north side of the map. I have live in Old Irving Park, Lakeview, Lincoln Square, Rogers Park, Andersonville, West Walker, back to Lakeview, Lincoln Square and finally my nice little condo in North Center. Along the way with each move I have unloaded things that I find unnecessary and of course have obtained many things that are extremely necessary. With this move to the south I plan on leaving my regrets and mistakes behind. I’ve made some good strides in my attempts to become less of an annoying drunk, with only a few slip-ups here and there. But hopefully I can leave the self-doubt that comes with those mistakes next to the dumpster with the other crap I no longer need.

I’m going to work on being more what I want to be and attempt to worry less about being what I do NOT want to be. I feel that has been my misstep for much of my life, I worry so much about what I don’t want to be but do not put the full effort into being exactly what I want to be. Within this move I will be living with my In-laws who have taken us in so that in the spring Flaca and I can ideally buy our house. The cool thing about this move is if I do get into the academy the school is right there and I would be able to ride my bicycle to work each day. Hopefully things go well and I do get to that phase. I am going to pick up my effort on trying to learn Spanish again, I think it will help and I know it would knock the socks off of my Abuelita. I’ll be taking the Metra and some buses so I’m guessing that would be the perfect time to study.

I’m positive that there will be plenty of adventures as I learn my way around my newest neighborhood. I know I make it seem like I’m moving to a new state but I’m just not familiar with anything over there. I know some landmarks but am looking forward to running and cycling new routes at least until it gets too cold for that nonsense. Hopefully I don’t chunk it up too much on all the good cooking there. You know come back thirty pounds heavier

Take care of the Northside for me kids. Give it back to me in the shape I gave it to you maybe clean it up a bit but PLEASE do not break it anymore than it already is.

And of course be good out there. Keep your noses clean. I’ll be back next week with more bitchin and complain.

cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

Well my streak of goodness has come to an end. Saturday I got all liquored up and spent hours walking around trying to figure out how I put myself in these situations. I have come to the conclusions that I am insane. There is always a potential for me to go completely crazy and wipe out all of the good things I do with stupid actions. I spend a lot of time talking shit about how people go out and get all hammer headed and act like fools and then the first chance I get I go out and act like a fool. It’s annoying. I am trying to be the best version of myself possible but there is another side of me that just tries to destroy all the good stuff I do. How am I supposed to sit up on my high horse and judge people if I am acting like an idiot? To make matters worse my hangovers now consist of guilt and panic, I feel uneasy and kind of sad. It used to be that the day after I felt sick I called everyone I called the night before and things would get better. I feel regret and nervousness in my gut. I feel like I have let myself down again. I have a problem-balancing going out and having a good time with going out and staying out.

I didn’t do anything bad I just didn’t go home when my wife did which lead to me being locked out of the condo do to some faulty communication and numerous drunk dials. After spending the night out and about I was finally let in only to waste most of our day being mad at each other. Over the course of the day we made up but I still feel bad about the whole argument. How do you argue with someone who is upset that you are acting like a drunken asshole?I do have quite a bad record of getting injured while drunk and out in public.

Ugh.

I guess I have to start the calendar all over again and hope that I put a couple of months between my next drunken occurrence. As of this Saturday I will be a temporary south snider. Hopefully I keep my nose clean the whole time I’m over there.

Got to go I’m going to spend the rest of today and tomorrow feeling like a chump. Hope y’all had a better weekend than I did.

the color of your skin don't matter to me, as long as we can live in harmony

As you may have picked up if you stop by here regularly I ride my bike pretty much everywhere. At least eighty five percent of my commuting is via bicycle. Chicago is a beautiful bicycle friendly city for the most part. The roads are flat and you have to try pretty hard to find a hill too challenging. We have a Mayor who is installing bike lanes that seem to be a bit of a nuisance. For weeks I have been thinking that the city should save it’s money they are spending on these super excessive bike lanes and fix the streets that are in a sad state of repairs. If the city fixed the streets and repainted the already existing bike lanes then life would be fine and dandy. Well I think my views may have changed. Recently I have been hearing/seeing more vehicle and bicycle accidents that have resulted in the cyclist involved in the accident either being severely injured and in one recent case dying. Most recently yesterday as I rode down Wells over in Old Town I saw a group of people standing around a cyclist laying on the ground writhing around in pain obviously the result of a car to pedestrian accident. The rage that automobile drivers take out on cyclist is insane. I feel it ramping up even more as summer comes to an end. I’m not saying that there is not cyclist out there that are dangerous and annoying but people need to learn to share the streets.

Lately harassment from cars has been excessive again, with such threats as honking, tailgating my tire, screaming out the windows and acting like the driver is going to swerve at me. I’m really not sure how this is acceptable behavior. I’m not sure that people realize that they are 100 x bigger than I am when they are in their cars barreling toward me. For those of you who drive regularly or irregularly please give bicycle riders a brake. Imagine that you know that person who is pedaling their Asses off. Imagine how bad you would feel if something happened to someone you loved because a car driver wasn’t paying attention. Please relax out there, if not for the cyclist that is weaving in and out of traffic blowing through red lights do it for me. The wimpy cyclists y’all know and love. Seeing and hearing of these accidents has me on edge and pissed off at the jerk ass drivers.

(Steps down from soap box)

So I don’t watch Glee but I do watch the Glee Project, or should I say I USED to watch it. For anyone who is currently watching it but missed last week averts your eyes, they cut HANNAH really. That is bullshit man. I will not watch that show with he same enthusiasm anymore. If at all, the integrity of that competition has been compromised and I’m not sure I can take anymore of their shenanigans. Hannah was the best person on that show and now all that is left is the dick holes that I hate. O well.

Got to get back to work. Oh but have you ever wanted to tell the chick in the office that acts like a bitch all day to just shut the fuck up. Yeah me too, I don’t know who that coos thinks she’s talking too.

i've done my time killing days in this town

Yesterday I went in for the polygraph for that job. Shortly after I last posted about how long the process is and that it is driving me crazy I received a call informing that it was time to do phase two of the three phase pre-employment process. It was a great way to go into the weekend full of promise and in an odd twist totally looking forward to Monday. Next up is phase three of the pre employment the psychological exam/screening. If this goes well I will wait to be called in for a final interview, which ideally will lead to me being invited to orientation to prepare me for the actual job. The good thing is I already know that I will be going to do the psychogical at the end of this month. Then there will be up to a four-month wait to find out what happens next. After each step I get a little more nervous though, it’s like the closer I get to the prize the more I fear missing it. What happens if I take the test and they find out I’m some kind of crazy person. During this part of the process there are two ways to find out if you go to the next phase, if you get a phone call it’s a good thing and means you are moving on, if you get a letter in the mail that means you have been dropped and will not be moving forward. So starting in September I will constantly be watching my phone and totally afraid of the mail. But hopefully it works out, but I also realize I have to prepare myself to handle the possible rejection. I need to come up with a Plan B to put in place if this falls through.

In happier news Flaca totally surprised me this weekend and went over to Half Acre Brewery with me for that tour that I have wanted to do for quite a while. It was super fun for me and I now have a new favorite beer that they brew. We arrived really early to avoid missing the cut off again. Poor Flaca had to sit outside with me for an hour and forty-five minutes to make sure we could get in. As we sat/stood/leaned waiting to get in we started talking about we need to make friends with couples or maybe just newer people. The tour was fun but it would have been even better if we could have recruited more people. At least more fun for Flaca,  I was out of my pants excited. I just wish we still knew people who liked to just go out and do stuff. I feel we lost all of our connections during the marathon training days. I want to meet people that are actually interested in the same things I am. Most of my friends just are not interested in doing the same things I am.

Which brings me back to where I started, while going through the process of trying to get this job I have been reflecting back on the person I have been in my life. I think it is safe to say that I am nowhere near being the same lunatic that used to be. In fact now I am super boring now I’d venture to say predictable. Beige. (shiver) I know that I am changing for the better but man what will I be like in five years. Where will I be? If I am still here at this job that means things have either gotten a hell of a lot better or I have just given up or maybe they are paying me big bucks. I'm gonna go with I have given up and no one will hire my uneducated ass 

(sigh)

Today is taking too long. I’m in my post happiness hangover and I need to figure out a great reasonable gift to give my wife for her birthday at the end of the month.

Did I mention she has like the whole week off and is just out there doing all these chores so that when the weekend comes we can just chillax in between Gay birthday parties at Spin and possible visits to 2^nd City and Twin Anchors.

Yes it sure is a rough life I live over here.

when your loved by someone your never rejected

Once again Flaca saved the day by suggesting that I go on MapQuest and get a visual of what the route would be for the facility that I had to go to take my second physical. Reluctantly I did follow her advice and found there were two ways to get there. Early Wednesday morning I left the house to give myself plenty of time to arrive there. I took out our GPS thingy and it would not turn on. I drove out of our parking garage pulled over on Irving Park and again tried to turn it on. After a few minutes I finally saw that gosh darned thing was broken. A moment of panic started to creep in then I remembered the little map I had studied the night before and realized I knew how to get there after all. For the gazillionth time my lovely wife pulled my ass out of the ringer with her planning skills. The test was easy and I think I may have run faster than anyone that was there that day. I’m curious if they write down the finish time or if that part is just pass-fail too. After that awesome time I went over to the D.M.V. over by der on Elston and for the first time EVER in my life changed my address from my parents house to a new address. The thing that I think is funny is I updated to my in-laws address. The next time I change it will be when I move in to my very first house. (coming spring 2012)

I have been in a little bit of a funk since I finished the test because now I have to wait around again to find out when I move to the next phase. I have at least four more steps to take; polygraph, psychological, (if I don’t bomb those and get disqualified) Final interview then hopefully call for Orientation. So at least six more months of this already long process. I hope I get this job because I think there is a lot of room for advancement, I also hope that if I do get it I don’t regret ever trying to get the job in the first place. But for my non-college educated ass this is my opportunity to put some plans into action. I’m definitely planning on working on a few things if the job comes through.

Switching gears. I was talking with my wife and we were talking about how weird I can be, or I do opposite of what I’m supposed to do. Here are some examples. If we go to a steakhouse I get a salad, if we go to a place that specializes in burgers I’ll get a hotdog, we go to a rib place I’ll get chicken fingers. EVERYTIME!! My wife says this is one of the things she loves about me. The salad at the steak place is my biggest offense to date.

As you may have figured out I think my wife is pretty amazing. I try and tell her all the time but sometimes I wonder if she thinks I’m just saying the words. She is truly my biggest fan, supporter, conspirator, and partner in crime and general mess cleaner upper. If I came up with a crazy idea saying that I thought I could fly by running really fast and flapping my arms she would say”yes you can do that BUT maybe you should  (fill in blank here) until you catch some air”. I’m thankful every single day of my life that somehow our paths crossed the old fashioned way in a dark smoke filled bar on Lincoln.

Oh and to complete this random thing I was talking to a co-worker that thinks Burger King’s fries are better than McDonalds. To quote another co-worker “Hell’s to the No” The burgers from Burger King are better but the fries suck in that oil they use

BUT we agreed that the best fries are from Portillo’s . Perhaps with some queso

Do something different. Have a make out party with someone.

a lot of letters typed to say I have nothing to say today

The day has gotten away from me and I have accomplished very little, this month is going to be a real ball buster. With that said I would not be at work tomorrow because I am doing my second physical ability test for that job I want to get. Then only four more steps to go keep your fingers crossed kids. The physical ability test should be easy thanks to Flaca I have been running for five years now. The only hard part may be the bench press since I have no strength in my arms, but I did it once before so I’m sure I can do it again. According to my background investigator the only thing that could stop me is if I am crazy or a liar, uhh what if I’m a little of both. Not that I am both but uhh forget it.

Life is good today and I have nothing to complain about except my crazy face sunburn, which is now starting to peel and make me look like I am suffering from some kind of skin disease. It sure is rough being the vain over confident jerk that I am.

See y’all Thursday, hopefully I’ll find something interesting to ramble about. Hopefully I’ll be overly confident about my future job possibilities. If not then be ready to read my whining about the usual.

Go have a drink y’all are working too hard.

Face melting is what happens to the crowd at a hard rock/heavy metal concert

I burnt my face off this weekend while out and about enjoying the wonders that can be found in under twenty minute bicycle rides from the place where I currently live. The weekend was action packed and I have to admit that I was pretty pleasantly surprised since we had nothing on the schedule, which is very surprising for the wife and me. I’m not sure if I talked about it but our move date has been moved up to August 20, 2011. Which means the summer of fun has been cut down by eleven days.

Friday we found ourselves in Logan Square walking around the art fest they were having over in that neighborhood. We finally got the chance to try Revolution Brewing and I have to say it was pretty great. I tried two of their brews and finished off the rest of one of my wife’s whiskey drinks that she ordered not knowing it was a whiskey drink, which works out to my benefit. Saturday we did a little more moving of stuff to our storage space. We decided that since we were already over there we would stop and the in-laws and do a little swimming. On the way over we stopped and picked up some beers to enjoy while we soaked up the sun. To put it simply it was awesome and living over there may not be so bad.

But Sunday is what totally makes me love living on the north side. We rode our bikes over to the bike shop so that I could buy this backpack that is suppose to be waterproof. That didn’t take much time so we decided to go over to Lincoln Park Zoo for a little while. After deciding that maybe it was a little too warm we decided to go to the beach for a couple of hours. We stopped at home to change into our beach gear and then headed over to Foster Beach. BUT when I stopped at home I did not grab the sun screen, in our rush to get over there and soak up as much fun as possible all I grabbed was our towels and water bottles. SO after being out in the sand and splashing around in the water Flaca looks all tan and hot Mexicana and old man Punkerson has a sun burnt face. I am constantly applying lotion today but I realized that the little old man hairs that are growing out of my ears are sun bleached totally blonde. Also you can tell where I was Popeye squinting in the glaring sun because the skin in the creases has none of the crazy red that is all over my burnt up skin. To look at me you would most likely shake your head and say that old man needs to use sunscreen that sun has the cancer all over it. But the time at the beach was fun and after swimming in the lake, laying in the sand, splitting nachos and a hot dog with the Mrs. We made our way back home.

I can’t wait to get out of work and see how the tan is looking on Ms. Seagull and to see her shake her head and warn me about lotioning up. She’s a good lady I tells ya.

Use your sunscreen kids do as I say not as I do, or don’t do in this case.