Through My Eyes

The more I travel, the more i become familiar with people’s desire to be seen as part of something in their life. Walking through the airport today, I had the displeasure to see a bunch of what looked like middle aged women all wearing Ruff Rider attire. In looking at them, I thought, oh cool, they ride motorcycles and probably do stunts. Being someone myself that has in the past done this, It’s neat to see people who are representing. But when the women turned around, they looked like my grandma’s. I’m thinking to myself. WTF? Who the hell needs to wear diamond crusted Ruff Rider gear in a fucking airport.

Then to see the one white women open her mouth and pretend that she was black. I wanted to walk up to her, smack her across the face, and just say “STOP IT”. But i just gathered my things and sat back to continue watching people in the airport.

Sitting there once again. I started to notice the large amount of middle eastern people headed towards my gate. The TSA started “randomly” asking people to swab their hands. But then i started thinking, I’ve never seen this before. Typically they will do these types of screenings by the security gate. So obviously there was some need that needed to be addressed. To make the middle eastern people feel better, the TSA agent started randomly asking fat white people swab their hands. Yeah, like anyone that is watching doesn’t notice what bullshit you’re trying to pull.

To take it one step further, once i gave the ticket agent my ticket to board the plane, I then noticed more middle eastern people gathered inside the little tunnel that leads to the plane. Standing there interrogating them was an Air Marshall with his big ass gun and badge right there. GREAT. I’m gonna get on a flight with some Osama Bin Landen asshole who feels the need to represent Gihad and Allah, and shits gonna go down on my flight.

I wanted to call my wife and tell her all about what I saw, but being the worry wort that she is, I didn’t want to put her through the grief of worrying through the entire 4+ hour flight back home. It’s about 2 hours into the flight now, and shit hasn’t happened. I’ve just been sitting next to two asian tourists.

Off to Phoenix, then off to home.. Fuck I hate people.

It never ceases to amaze me how people want to know what you’re doing, where you’re going, who you’re with, but when you tell them, they think you’re a sick bastard.

In my spare time, one of favorite things to do is enjoy a little time with the porcelain goddess. She helps me relax, lets
me sit down, and most of all, release all the pent up shit inside of me. But what about when someone asks you where you’ve been? Are you supposed to be politically correct and keep your mouth shut, or is it acceptable to say, yeah, I just took the greatest dump. I mean really, everyone shits. It keeps your body clean and typically makes you feel better. But why isn’t it ok to talk about defecting? It’s cute to hear of a little baby going “poopie” but when I want to talk about the Niagara falls of dumps, I’m being a sick bastard.

I’m tired of people always being so god damn politically correct. I’ll continue to talk about my great adventures in the bathroom. If you don’t want to hear about them, stop asking about my day.

Throughout my life, I’ve always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt, and trust what people tell me.

For the past few months, my cousin has chose to confide in me about problems they’re having with their spouse. I’ve been the one they come to to bounce idea’s off of, chat with, and even occasionally lend a shoulder too so they can cry. It’s been nice for me because it’s brought us a lot closer, and enabled us to become better friends and family. I’ve really liked it.

About a month ago, she decided she was going to go in for some plastic surgery. She told me right away, and I told her that she had my support, and i’d do everything I could do to help out. Her and I have got together a few times prior to her surgery, and we discussed it in detail. I had asked her what exactly she was having done, and she simply told me a breast augmentation.

The day of her surgery, her husband called me at 3pm to tell me she was just about to get out of the operating room. I questioned him and was pretty worried why it would take so long knowing she went in at 8am that morning. He said that nothing was out of the ordinary, and all was well. So I knew immediately that I didn’t have the whole story. I knew that when I asked her what she was having done, and she gave me “her answer”, it was a half answer and not the truth.

During this time, she’s had numerous family and friend go and help take care of her kids while she’s recovering. Today, her husband came out so her daughter and my kids could play together. While he was here, he was explaining why she was in so much pain. He explained to me that she had a few different procedures done, not just what she had told me. I was pretty shocked when I heard the news. To get confirmation that someone that you thought you could trust whole heartedly has been lying to you about the smallest little things, just makes you wonder, can you really trust this person?

Sadly, I started reflecting on all the conversations we’ve had over the last few months, and I started putting the pieces together of the times I thought she could be lying to me, and it makes just not want to have those conversations anymore. I’ve trusted her, and honestly thought she wouldn’t keep things from me, but I guess the days of trusting people has just fallen by the wayside. I hate more than anything to be lied too. I would have never thought my cousin would lie to me about something so trivial. I guess she has her reasons, and I have no place to judge her, but why sit in front of me, and tell me something that’s completely false rather than just telling me, it’s not your fucking business.

Seriously, who can you trust these days?

It’s funny to me sometimes to step outside the box, and reflect on my life.

I constantly tell my wife how luck I am to have her, and as each day passes, I think that more and more.

About a month ago, I was sent a request on Facebook from an old girlfriend from high school. She popped out of nowhere, and was SUPER aggressive towards me. Now, I haven’t seen or heard from this girl since I was in the 9th grade. Once she browsed all of my pictures on Facebook, and figured out that I had my life in order, she started in. She began telling me how much she missed me, and how she’s often thought about me over the last 18+ years. I was seriously like, WTF? Then, she has the audacity to ask me if i’m happily married. I explain to her yes, that i’m very happy and I have no intentions of fucking that up.

Occasionally I’d log into Facebook, and she’d hit me up on IM to ask me if i wanted to have cyber sex with her. Again, I would tell her, no, sorry, not interested. What the fuck do I have to do to get this girl to stop? I don’t want to de-friend her, but seriously, respect the fact that I’m happy. Ahh, but the story gets better.

So I get an IM from her telling me that she’ll be in town over the holidays. She asks if i’d like to meet up for coffee or something. I’m like, sure, that’s no problem, i’d love to say hi. Then she proceeds to ask me if we can get a room at a hotel. I was like, LOOK, It’s not gonna happen. What the fuck is wrong with people now a days? Can’t people be happy when someone has a happy home life?

I’m really glad that I’m able to step outside the box, and see people for who they are. People want what they can’t have, and try to do whatever it takes to get what they want. Seriously girl, it’s not going to happen. I’m lucky that I have a beautiful wife and happy home life, because the last thing I need is to turn out like you. I like my life, and want to keep things the way they are.

You know, I’m not the healthiest guy on the planet. I do take a little time here and there to try to get my heart rate up and somewhat keep in shape. But I saw something the other day that totally motivated me to keep working out. Right outside the area where the gym is at my building is the smokers section. Each day I get to see the lazy smokers go to their spot and suck on their sticks of cancer. But yesterday, I saw something that excited me so much i decided i needed to take a picture. This fat ass bitch goes out to the smoking section about 10 times a day. The difference is today, she decided to bring herself a fucking soda, not diet of course, and a bag of M&M’s.

So really, what the fuck do these people think in their mind? It’s ok to eat candy, soda, smoke 10 times during your 8 hour day, and sit and read? I mean really? Is your life so boring that all you have to do is sit back and read a book, suck some cancer and down a soda and candy?

I fucking hate people..

(This is just a reminder of how fat and lazy one can be if you want nothing more than this in life)

Each year, we take time out of our lives to spend with our family and friends. There is really on a few times a year that mean anything to me personally. To me, it’s all about the kids. The only thing out of the entire life I live that is worth living to me, is my family.

Today is my son’s 6th birthday party. We’re going to spend the day having a party for him, so all of his friends and a few members of my family can come. But really, i ask myself, why? Why do we have these parties? Is it for the boy, or is it for everyone else? Sometimes I think to myself, It will help him build his character into a becoming a good man one day that will respect and take care of his family. Then there are times I think, he most likely wont remember this, so why do we do it?

Either way, it’s an opportunity to spend time with family and friends to have an afternoon away from work to relax a little and enjoy our afternoon. After all, Monday is another work day of shit in the trenches at work.

My wife and I decided to take the kids to a water park this at the end of the summer for one last hurrah. I had very different expectations of what Raging Waters would be. I expected every cholo in Southern California to be there, but actually, it was a very nice change. There were a lot of families, and every type of ethnicity you could possibly imagine.

My son had a few scares on some of the rides, and didn’t want to go on anything too exciting, but surprisingly, my daughterl did. She went on some of the larger rides that were somewhat scary.

The only incident of the day was this poor 16 year old kid with down syndrome that was left alone on a ride. The poor kid had to take a shit, so he decided to just do it right there on the ride with about 100 people watching. I felt terrible for the poor guy, but where the hell were the parents? Why was he left alone to just be humiliated like that?

It’s great to have family around for the holidays because you get a chance to catch up with everyone about what’s going on with their lives, and how people are doing in this crazy time of the world that we’re living in. But there is always something wonderful about people leaving and going home.

We’ve had my wife’s brother and family in town for the last few days which is nice because it gives the kids a chance to play with one another and we get to relax and talk. But what about people invading your home? I’m all about people staying and feeling at home, but where do you draw the line?

To give a little background, I work in a computer type job that requires me to be near a computer at all times. I’m on call and typically people need me to help assist in some way or another. I usually have my laptop nearby at all times in case something comes up and someone needs help. So the out of town family keeps looking at me like I’m crazy. When everyone is sitting around watching football, i’d rather be reading the latest tech article, or chatting with a friend.

I keep my computer in my office usually booted up ready to go on the drop of a dime. Well, my family has taken over 3 rooms of our house including my office. I attempted to grab my computer the other night after the kids go to bed, and my sister in law looked at me like I was a crazy serial killer and said, NO, you can’t go in there because the baby is sleeping. I replied, ok, the baby’s asleep, that’s great so I can grab my stuff and get some work done. She reiterated the fact that the baby was asleep and under no circumstances was i allowed to enter the room. We exchanged puzzled looks at one another and I just walked away.

A few minutes later, my sister in law came to me and said, if you need your computer, go get it now. Now I was stunned. I got the smack down put to me by someone I invited to my house. How completely messed up is that? So there’s been these little jabs all week long that have been driving me out of my mind. People don’t clean, they like to give orders to my kids, but what about theirs? ARG, go home already! They were supposed to leave early this morning, but decided to hang around one more day…..

So, tomorrow i’ll wake up bright and early, make a hearty breakfast for everyone, help them pack the car, then wish them well on their way. It just can’t come soon enough. It will probably be another year before we see them, but next year I’m going to ask that we go to their house! ☺