Rochelle and Scott....I love you.

For everyone that reads this...

Send your love and good Karma to Scott and Rochelle. Even though you may not know them, they are two of the most kick ass people on the planet and they are going through some stressful stuff right now.

They are total badasses so I'm not worried about them but they need a little cosmic boost from all of us.

I haven't gone philosophical since I turned this into a "family friendly" blog but whatever divinity you claim, ask Him/Her to send some love their way, huh?

For Rochelle, who occasionally reads this...
Regardless of the outcome of all this, love is unconditional. I know you know that and whatever you are told could possibly happen doesn't matter. Advice is bullshit, even from those with the best intentions.
The amount of love you have within you can and will overcome anything that life throws at you.

I love you man.

It speaks for itself.

A little kid asks his father, "Daddy, is God a man or a woman?"
"Both son. God is both."

After awhile the kid comes again and asks, "Daddy, is God black or white?"

"Both son, both."

"Daddy, does God love children?"

"Yes son, he loves all children."

The child returns a few minutes later and says, "Daddy, is Michael Jackson God?"

Worth watching?

Last night I watched The Family Guy:Blue Harvest.
It is an hour long episode of The Family Guy that is a spoof of the original Star Wars movie.

OMFG it was HILARIOUS! I have never watched more than partial episodes of the show. Maxine and I caught a few minutes of this episode one night and so she put it on Netflix.

You see how awesome she is? She knew I would love it.

For those of you that like that kind of humor, (horribly vulgar and inappropriate)I would highly recommend it.

Musical Love....For the masses?

I have been toying with the idea of posting my top 10 musical acts of all time.
I have been trying to pin it down for several weeks now and I don't think its possible. I love such a broad range of music that a top 10 would fluctuate depending on my mood.
For example, this morning I am feeling mellow. Therefore, I am listening to Patsy Cline. Ohhh. I love Patsy Cline's music.

So here is a very feeble attempt at some of my favorite music. (In no semblance of an order)

KISS - has to be listed first. They were my first favorite band. They are a big reason that music is important in my life.

Otherwise, lets go by genre:
Patsy Cline, Garth Brooks, Clint Black, Brooks & Dunn
Ozzy Osbourne, Metallica, Foo Fighters, My Chemical Romance, 30 Seconds to Mars, Iron Maiden
Styx, Kansas, REO Speedwagon, Journey, Jefferson Airplane
Mozart, Prokofiev, Handel
Justin Timberlake, Michael Jackson, SWV, TLC, EnVogue, Pink
Frank Sinatra, Barry Manilow, Johnny Mathis, Neil Diamond
And of course, The Beatles, Oasis, and The Pillcrushers.

There are so many more that I could list...you see why this is so hard?
What about Flogging Molly, Three Days Grace, Buckcherry, No Doubt, Eminem, Ice T, NWA, Too Short...
See. If I start thinking about a genre that I listen to, I start thinking "Oh yeah, and them, and them, and them..."

And now its time for depression

Helluva game last night.
The Celtics *blasted* the Lakers and won the NBA championship.
I had so much fun watching the playoffs this year. The Celtics/Lakers finals was one of the best series I can remember.
I'm not particularly a fan of either team. I am a Jazz fan at heart. This series was good entertainment though.

And now the depression sets in.

I can't get in to watching golf or tennis on TV although I love to play both.
I have never been in to baseball.

Therefore I have no sports to watch until football season starts this fall.

Maybe I will get back to writing...

Why it's good to be me...

Today is Father's Day. The family is still sleeping. It is the perfect time to do some thinking and a certain amount of introspection.
I love Father's Day. I always have, but not for the normal reasons.
Don't get me wrong, I love my dad and my dad-in-law. They are both great men that have taught me a lot. I would give my life for either of them without blinking.

But to me, Father's Day is about my Maxine and my kids. Its been a long standing pseudo-tradition that they don't buy me presents. Usually they will hand make cards and some times gifts. With most people I know, this practice ends when the kids are still fairly small. For us, it (hopefully) will never change. My kids are older now, and trying desperately to creep into their teens. They still make me gifts and I wouldn't trade them for all the store-bought crap in the world.
In fact, as I think about it, I still have and treasure many things that my sisters-in-law made for me when they were little girls.

I have wanted children since I was in the 10th grade. Every day, my kids remind me exactly *why* I want and adore children. They are so full of love and curiosity. They are also some of the funniest people I have ever known. Even on our worst days, when conflicts seem to arise almost constantly, there is no other group of people I would rather be with.

I credit the greatness of my kids to Maxine. Anyone that knows me knows that I am completely obsessed with her. In my opinion, no greater person has ever walked the earth. I always tell her I am her personal stalker, even though she doesn't believe that is possible since we are married. Without her, I would be dead or in jail. I have no doubt that she saved my life and I will spend eternity thanking her for it. She made me believe in soul mates and has given me about 98% of the good memories in my life.

She is the original Rock Star!

Anyways, Happy Father's Day to all the families out there. Please don't be jealous of my super-awesome family. I am planning on spending the day lounging and hanging outt with my very best friends.

Yeah. Funny.

A 90-year-old man said to his doctor, "I've never felt better. I have an 18-year old bride who is pregnant with my child. What do you think about that?"

The doctor considered his question for a minute and then said, "I have an elderly friend who is a hunter and never misses a season. One day when he was going out in a bit of a hurry, he accidentally picked up his umbrella instead of his gun. When he got to the Creek, he saw a rabbit sitting beside the stream. He raised his umbrella and went, 'bang, bang' and the rabbit fell dead. What do you think of that?"

The 90-year-old said, "I'd say somebody else killed that rabbit."

The doctor replied, "My point exactly."

Making up for lost time.

Ok, so I seem to be feeling better, just in time for Maxine to get sick.
Here is a funny damn thing I read this morning.

One day Pinocchio came to Gepetto with a problem.

"Every time I have sex with my girlfriend, she gets splinters. What can I do about this?"

"Have you tried sandpaper?" Pinocchio hadn't, so he went to try it.

"Pinnochio," said Gepetto a few weeks later. "How is the problem work out with your

"Girlfriend?" said Pinnochio. "Who needs a girlfriend when you have sandpaper?"

So what. Its been a while...

My computer hasn't been working. Deal with it.

I will get it working tonight.

Anyways, I read the funniest quote today and wanted to share it.
It is from Jack Nicholson.

"People who speak in metaphors should shampoo my crotch."


Damn. That's funny.