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Soccer Game #2

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 00:00:00 -0600

With a week off thanks to the Labor Day weekend, Deven’s second soccer game took place on 9/12/09. Although we’re still technically in summer, it was a very fall-like day. The sun was unable to peek through the dense clouds and the temperature at game time was barely above 50 degrees.

Things got off to a bad start. During warm-ups Deven received a high-speed soccer ball right to the face. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and his teammate’s kick smackedDeven really hard. He began to cry and ran to us on the sidelines. No bumps, no bruises. After crying it out for a few minutes, Deven shook it off and returned to the field. It was very frustrating that there was no apology by the player or the parents…

For their second game, Deven’s Rapids faced off against the Fire. The Labor Day holiday had its affects on the Rapids. For starters, the very first kick of the game resulted in a goal for the opposition. This was made worse by the confusion of the Rapids, going the wrong direction and scoring in the wrong net. Within a few minutes they were down 0-2.

After some pep talk the team finally got their act together and kept the ball on the Fire’s end. Pretty soon the game was all tied up. The Rapids seemed to be a bigger team, though the Fire are in the same age group. Their size and physicality allowed the Rapids to take control of the game and win by a large margin.

The big news of the day was that Deven finally scored his very two goals! He was so happy I thought the smile would stay on his face forever. It was good to hear the other parents congratulate him and give out high-fives.

Unfortunately, no one else from the family was able to attend. The game had a 9am start time and it was a cold, dreary morning. Deven’s sister also didn’t come as she was at a friend’s house from the night before.

Still, Jess and I were very proud of Deven today, for sticking it out even though he got hurt and for scoring a pair of goals. He was rewarded with a brand new game for his Nintendo DS.

The Coffee Shop on 8th Ave. & 22nd St.

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:44:13 -0600

the stench of cloves burn my nostrils
instigating an ache in my left temple
that will last for hours
I’ll have my coffee black with sugar

folks from all genres enter the out-door
university professors with their barely legal girlfriends
along with pseudo-artists
hanging onto their fortune cookie philosophies

all of these clowns live by the same slogan
fuck the norm! they scream
wearing a Rage Against the Machine tee-shirt with Che’s face
forgetting that being anti-norm is the norm

the women complain that a good man is hard to find
not for once thinking that the fact they choose to not shave
might influence the men they’re too afraid to speak to
dirty girls need a bath

a group of lesbian-loving-man-haters sit at the next table
each of which has a bad cock-tale
so they turn to the lips beneath the hips
hoping to find solace in the womb of another woman

conversations from all corners find my ears
tales of lost loves and new found happiness
stories concerning none of the present parties
and (thanks for the coffee) affairs a world away

I came to this hell to read a poem
wondering why no one has begun
only to realize that I am at fault tonight
the reading is on Wednesday and today is Tuesday

Get ‘Em Mamis - “Cold Summer”

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:08:08 -0600

Get ‘Em Mamis - “Cold Summer”

Went to a funeral today for my mom’s oldest brother. I didn’t know the man well —...

Sat, 27 Dec 2008 22:09:44 -0700

Went to a funeral today for my mom’s oldest brother. I didn’t know the man well — in my 33 years I’d spent less than a total of 40 hours with him. Mostly, I went for my mom, to support her during what has been a difficult two months. My uncle was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in early November. The disease ravaged him quickly.

While the passing of a loved one brings families close together (physically), it also has a way of bringing out some ugliness (emotionally). Even before his death on 12/21/08, relatives bickered over his possessions (which were few) and neglected many of the things that mattered (finances, arrangmenets, etc). Fortunately, the arguments didn’t last long. Today’s service was moving.

The viewing/Rosary was held last night, and I brought along my 4 year-old son. I explained to him that we were saying goodbye to my uncle, that he was moving to Heaven to be with God. “When is it our turn?” my son asked. Hopefully, not for a very, very, long time.

"I think that merits some cockamole on her faceadilla."

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 12:21:17 -0700

“I think that merits some cockamole on her faceadilla.”

- Doug Wilson, “Weeds” Season 4

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Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:43:33 -0600

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Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:37:49 -0600

Retro Futurism: Crazy 1980s “New Wave” Princess Leia...

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:48:41 -0600

Retro Futurism: Crazy 1980s “New Wave” Princess Leia Poster

Newell man dies in collision with horse » RapidCityJournal.com

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 15:45:45 -0600

Newell man dies in collision with horse » RapidCityJournal.com:

An old high school buddy was killed on 9/11 in a freak accident. I’d been in contact with Shawn recently, catching up on life’s events and finding out that he had become a master potter. Sad news…

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Mon, 25 Aug 2008 13:57:00 -0600

Cockpuncher!

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:00:00 -0600

“Cockpuncher” is by far the best 80 seconds of “The Onion Movie.”

CriminalSearches.com

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:27:14 -0600

CriminalSearches.com:

Pretty interesting stuff on this free site. Of course, more detailed information can be found on local government websites. I also checked out Family Watchdog. Wouldn’t you know, I’ve got two registered sex offenders in my neighborhood.

via www.hockeyzombie.com Not exactly the Super Mario I grew up...

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:59:28 -0600

via www.hockeyzombie.com

Not exactly the Super Mario I grew up with…

Closure

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 12:49:00 -0600

“You’re too flighty,” she said with a mouth full of ignorance. She never really quite understood where I was coming from, and I don’t think she ever will. It was partly my fault because I refused to allow her the truth. As a result I had to make up stories and incidents just to keep her from knowing who I am and how I am. She wanted me to make a decision, about her, and stick with it. I couldn’t do that.

Now she’s in a perpetual state of denial, afraid that if she admits her psychotic attraction she might be shunned by her new friends.

“It was all a joke,” I try to explain. “I mean, I said all those things to you on a whim. I never really meant any of it.” She refuses to look at me now. I know the anger is rising.

“Jesus! How can you be such an asshole?” Her face has turned red, from hate as well as embarrassment.

“Being an asshole is the easy part. If there’s anything about me you know, it should be that.”

Confession #143

Mon, 05 May 2008 00:00:00 -0600

During my sophomore year on campus I dated a handicapped woman. Her name was Shannon and she had been in a horrible car accident years earlier that had given her a degree of brain damage. Still, she was college material and funny. I decided to go for it. So what if she wasn’t my type?

We went out a few times; to parties, movies, the bar. Whenever she had a few beers in her she would rant about things that didn’t make much sense. The alcohol would loosen her control over certain physical functions, and I often found myself escorting her to the restroom so she could wipe herself before she got in my car.

The relationship eventually came to the point where she wanted to get intimate. I tried, damn it. But I failed. The Cap’n failed. This damaged her feelings beyond repair and she realized that I could/would not satisfy the craving between her chalky thighs.

The mentally retarded woman broke up with me the next morning over a box of Froot Loops and rice milk.

Confession #86

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:00:00 -0600

It all started innocent enough, just as these things always do.

She was married five years and had recently given birth to her first child. The pregnancy and consequent weight gain led to a loss in self-confidence and a desire to be desired.

Her husband strayed three times since conception. The truth was revealed when he was caught by security receiving a blow job from a minor in the parking lot of an Albertson’s grocery store.

Our long hours together at work helped her feel a sense of comfort from me, and she decided to vent her frustrations to my open ear. I heard the words, but focused more on the picture.

How bad could it be?

We met after work and drove our separate cars to a truck stop just off of I-70. She came into my car, nervous, but hungry.

“You don’t have to do this,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she replied, unbuttoning her blouse. “But I need to feel wanted. Do you want me…?”