I know Ive said it a few times before, but yall have to go buy William Shatners album Has Been. This album is monumental. Truly, the best fucking CD of the year (it was released last year). Honestly, truthfully - this is one of the best albums I have EVER heard. Definitely one of the top three or four. I rank it right up there with Pink Floyds Darkside of the Moon and Tools Undertow. Track four - Thats Me Trying brings tears to my eyes every fucking time. Think on this - I NEVER tear up. Shit, I didnt even cry when my Grandmother died, and I loved her more then any other woman in my life - even more so then my mother.
I talked to my oldest brother today. I was out of town working on one of my properties (the one that was supposed to be done LAST month..hehehe...funny, that....*nervous chuckle*) when my phone rings and says that I have a message. OK, this is the FIRST time my new phone has actually informed me I had a voicemail, despite the fact that I get upwards of ten, sometimes more, voicemails every day. Fucking sprint.
Anyways, I call him back and we shoot the shit. Haven't talked to him in a month, maybe more. I love the bastard, but he is fucking impossible to get a hold of. He doesn't have a land line in his house, and uses his cell phone, only his cell phone only works in his driveway, so unless he's in his driveway when you call, you can't get ahold of him. He's pissed that I'm not up there now (it's been since October that I went up to Seattle) and I told him I'd be spending a month up there this summer (thank god). Apparently his wife really wants me to come up. I guess she really likes me. Shit, I really like her too (she is my sister now, after all, and her daughter is so far beyond adorable that it's almost sickening
). I just don't understand how she could like me so much - we barely got to know each other last time I went up. Plus, every time I talked to her I was rather drunk...but I am a cool drunk, so that might have something to do with it.
Oh. I'm moving to Seattle. Not right away. But soon - within the next two years. I'm going to get my Associates degree in Business Management or Administration, then I'm going to sell my truck and fix up a bad ass IROC-Z Camaro and move up to Seattle. I need to be near my nieces and nephew. I can't not see them grow up. I hate the cold weather in Seattle (ok, so hate's not a strong enough word....I LOATHE the cold weather, but then again I LOVE the rain). I'm sure I can get decent work up there. Hopefully, with a degree and some training, I can land a job just like mine up there, hopefully working for an apartment complex, so I get a free apartment AND a decent wage (apartment managers, typically, make a very good living - they get free rent PLUS seven or eight bucks an hour).
I was sitting on the porch of the place I'm working on, in forty degree weather, smoking a cigarette and pondering this move. There are many downsides. For one, I will greatly miss Texas. Texas has been more then great to me, and for me, but also I will be leaving my Aunt and Uncle and Grandpa behind, probably my father and step mother to. Also, my cousin and her daughter. But Seattle is where I've known I would end up, eventually, since two years ago. Besides, there are some legal issues that warrant my desire to get out of Texas before they become an issue (consider it the idiocy of a teenager).
When I go up there this summer, I'm going to stop over in Reno to visit my Grandmother for the last time. I hope she doesn't die before I get up there. I'll probably visit my mother for the first time in ten years. This I do not look forward to, but as long as I'm going to be up there, I might as well get it out of the way. Also, I want to spend a few days tooling around my old home town. I miss Yerington, and I need to visit it again for a few days.
Isn't it funny that yesterday I drank a six-pack and got marginally drunk, and today I chugged one pint of the same beer and am almost as drunk? I have such a varied tolerance to alcohol that some of my friends thinks it takes three bottles of wine for me to get drunk, and others think it takes half a pint of Lone Star.
I talked to my oldest brother today. I was out of town working on one of my properties (the one that was supposed to be done LAST month..hehehe...funny, that....*nervous chuckle*) when my phone rings and says that I have a message. OK, this is the FIRST time my new phone has actually informed me I had a voicemail, despite the fact that I get upwards of ten, sometimes more, voicemails every day. Fucking sprint.
Anyways, I call him back and we shoot the shit. Haven't talked to him in a month, maybe more. I love the bastard, but he is fucking impossible to get a hold of. He doesn't have a land line in his house, and uses his cell phone, only his cell phone only works in his driveway, so unless he's in his driveway when you call, you can't get ahold of him. He's pissed that I'm not up there now (it's been since October that I went up to Seattle) and I told him I'd be spending a month up there this summer (thank god). Apparently his wife really wants me to come up. I guess she really likes me. Shit, I really like her too (she is my sister now, after all, and her daughter is so far beyond adorable that it's almost sickening
). I just don't understand how she could like me so much - we barely got to know each other last time I went up. Plus, every time I talked to her I was rather drunk...but I am a cool drunk, so that might have something to do with it.
Oh. I'm moving to Seattle. Not right away. But soon - within the next two years. I'm going to get my Associates degree in Business Management or Administration, then I'm going to sell my truck and fix up a bad ass IROC-Z Camaro and move up to Seattle. I need to be near my nieces and nephew. I can't not see them grow up. I hate the cold weather in Seattle (ok, so hate's not a strong enough word....I LOATHE the cold weather, but then again I LOVE the rain). I'm sure I can get decent work up there. Hopefully, with a degree and some training, I can land a job just like mine up there, hopefully working for an apartment complex, so I get a free apartment AND a decent wage (apartment managers, typically, make a very good living - they get free rent PLUS seven or eight bucks an hour).
I was sitting on the porch of the place I'm working on, in forty degree weather, smoking a cigarette and pondering this move. There are many downsides. For one, I will greatly miss Texas. Texas has been more then great to me, and for me, but also I will be leaving my Aunt and Uncle and Grandpa behind, probably my father and step mother to. Also, my cousin and her daughter. But Seattle is where I've known I would end up, eventually, since two years ago. Besides, there are some legal issues that warrant my desire to get out of Texas before they become an issue (consider it the idiocy of a teenager).
When I go up there this summer, I'm going to stop over in Reno to visit my Grandmother for the last time. I hope she doesn't die before I get up there. I'll probably visit my mother for the first time in ten years. This I do not look forward to, but as long as I'm going to be up there, I might as well get it out of the way. Also, I want to spend a few days tooling around my old home town. I miss Yerington, and I need to visit it again for a few days.
Isn't it funny that yesterday I drank a six-pack and got marginally drunk, and today I chugged one pint of the same beer and am almost as drunk? I have such a varied tolerance to alcohol that some of my friends thinks it takes three bottles of wine for me to get drunk, and others think it takes half a pint of Lone Star.
School and work, that is all. Going out when I have the time to. Over the weekend that just passed I got crazy drunk on saturday, had a hangover sunday. Went out for pool and drinks on friday. Good weekend was had.