A Great Halloween!

I think that despite having to work, this Halloween is a great one for me.

I am sitting here in costume and typing to all my readers, letting you know the events of my life and pieces of my thoughts.

The above picture is my very first pumpkin carving. I had always had the opportunity to watch it being done, but never got to even help out as a kid.

Sunday night, I went to visit redneckgirl and she had me go pick up some pumpkins. I brought 3 back. She carved the first one, of which I have no picture.

The one above, if you look closely, is a mixed up pumpkin. Her oldest son wanted it to look this way, with one circular eye, one triangular eye, and the letter W for the nose.

I don't think I did too badly with it :)




This is me in my costume this year. Actually, the profile pic is the costume and this is what I really look like......no....seriously.....lol!







Another one of me in costume. For some reason, it looks like a mugshot photo ;)

Happy Halloween!!!

Ah, Halloween! One of my favorite times of the year. I have always loved the scary aspect of Halloween and all the supernatural things that happen and especially the goings on and all the places that are supposed to be haunted that open for tours and such.

Above is a pic of one of my favorite scary attractions, Waverly Hills Sanitorium. Waverly is located right here in Louisville and sits atop a big hill. Just the approach to the building is intimidating. The building used to be a hospital for people with TB back when it was a really bad epidemic, and people say that if you were sent there, you were sent there to die.

No matter what others thought, many, many people died there before they were able to find a vaccine for TB.

They open the place up with a haunted house every year for Halloween and have guided tours all throughout the year.

I was going to this place since high school and it really is a creepy place at night, and especially unsupervised.




The picture above is yet another place that really intrigues me, called The Bell Witch Cave.

There is a local legend of a witch that had tortued a family for over 4 generations and ended up causing sickness and even death to the Bell family, whom the cave was named after, and the witch was known as the Bell Witch.

This cave is located near the Bell farm in Adams Tennessee. I hope to tour it one day.

I hope you all enjoyed these blurbs about these places. Google them if you wanna know more of their history, and feel free to let me know if you wanna talk about it, because I have a very strong fascination with both places.

Back With A Vengeance Part 4

Back With A Vengeance Part 3

Back With A Vengeance Part 2

Back With A Vengeance...Big Hair Friday!!!

Being busy and kind of in a funk lately, I have neglected my blog, and especially Big Hair Friday.

I'm making up for that now with not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4, that's right, 4 Big Hair Friday Videos.

I hope you all enjoy them.

Thanks goes out to redneckgirl for helping me choose once again :)

Blogger Is A Bitch Part 2

Once again, blogger is being a whore.

I have tried to get to numerous blogs and cannot reach anyone who hasn't upgraded yet. I'm thinking that this is the way to muscle everyone over to blogger beta.

I apologize to anyone who hasn't gotten a comment from me today because of this.

I will continue throughout the night to try again to access your blogs.

Have a good night :)

For Redneckgirl

I am feeling pretty good today, and I'm also feeling very romantic, so with that, I'm posting two videos here for redneckgirl today.

I love you with all my heart and soul. I am and will always be yours. I am picking these songs because they have a special place for us. Of course, all Gary Allan songs do really :)

Breathing Still

I'm still around. I just haven't felt much like blogging at all. I think I'm in a funk of some sort right now and I'm trying to work it all out.

I'll be back soon though, and hopefully I'll be feeling much better.

Y'all take care.

Silly, Silly Me

I'm sometimes a silly guy. In saying that, I'll also say I love Halloween, and I love trying on different costumes and stuff. Here is my most recent trip trying on things.

Please, if you have to throw up, please do so into the trash can to the left of you....lol!





This is me in Walgreens trying on a surfer dude hat complete with hair. I think it makes me look more ma'am than man, so after redneckgirl gets a pic and a really good laugh, I take this off, only to try on....




...THIS!!! Oh yeah, that's me in there. Looks as though I tried the wrong section to try on masks, as this one makes me look like Fatman instead of Batman.

I know it's too small for me, but it was nice and tight, and I had no trouble seeing out of it, although my face seems to be having trouble not spilling out of it.





Ah yes! This is me as a princess! This light up tiara really brings out the color in my eyes I think.

What? You don't think so? Well, maybe you're right. Actually, this tiara belongs to redneckgirls youngest sister, and I happened to hijack it during one of their birthday dinners I was at....lol.

I would say Long Live Queen Mindtwister, but there seems to be something very wrong in the way it sounds....lol!

I hope you all enjoyed this tiny look into my silly little world. If not, I guess it's a good thing I provided trash cans huh?

My Past Redux

I have spoken a lot about my past but I don't think I've ever summed up just how bad it was.

Today's post from redneckgirl made mention of that, so I wanna share some of the more lurid details with you, and also how that part of me was changed completely.

Let's start by saying I've always been curious about sex, and always had an insatiable appetite for it. I still do.

I had had my fair share of relationships in the past, and in each one, there was some degree of sex involved. However, it wasn't until my ex fiancee left me that I became bad. I mean bad...like evil.

I didn't realize it now, but at that time, she had created in me a general hatred toward women, and an utter disregard for them in general.

I wanted them to hurt like I hurt. I wanted to get even.

After she left, I became what could only be known as the biggest male whore ever. I slept with women for the sake of sleeping with women. And I used almost every trick in the book to do so.

Keep in mind that I'm not bragging...I'm actually very ashamed of the things I did and the things I said in order to do what I did, but all I can do now is to tell my story with the purpose of higher education.

Basically, there were only a few things off limits in my quest. The things that were taught to me early on, which have always stuck with me:

1. Never say I Love You in order to get sex. It'll get you in the end.

2. No kissing.

3. Don't sleep with any one woman more than once.

Following these three rules got me a lot of questions and a lot of hassle from the opposite sex.

Now, to tell of my crimes against women.

Keep in mind that I wasn't in a good place, or even anything similar to one. I regret all I am about to tell here.

I have pretended to be deathly sick; ie, terminal, in order to get sex.

I have lied about my pay, job, or social status to get sex.

Out of all the women I was with, I was never there in the morning.

I can't remember the name of any of those women I slept with, and half the time didn't even bother to get their names.

Most times I wouldn't let them leave the lights on.

Many times I left while getting dressed.

I have used almost every line on women to get what I wanted.

Basically, I was bad...really bad.

Now for the important part of the story.

Near what I had no idea would be the end of this, I met redneckgirl. I saw something in her I hadn't seen in a long time. I saw the same thing in my ex fiancee, but redneckgirl had something more....more passion, more beauty (much much much more), more of everything that I wanted.

In the process of getting to know her, I started to want her. I didn't care who she was with, I wanted her. But fate was to deal me a different hand.

Before going further, let me say that from the first day we met, she and I have had that spark...that sexual tension....and we are both very passionate. This helped play out in the long run.

But for now, I wanted sex with her.

By the time I had let her know I was interested in her, I was nearing the end of my time being the way I was. It was getting boring. I was unfulfilled.

One day, we were sitting in her living room, and we had this moment, and we kissed.

That kiss told me what I already knew. It reaffirmed my want to be with her.

I will go on to say that I think she had things planned out this day because it happened to perfectly to be accidental.

We had kissed, and kissed again. I could feel the passion and that fire in her kiss and I returned as much as I had back.

I then went on further and tried to make my move. Again and again she destroyed my efforts by moving my hand, saying no, pushing me away, or repositioning her body.

Eventually I got the hint. I wasn't getting anything from her that day.

Within days, I was missing her. I couldn't believe it. I was missing her! I had not had any respect for a woman since "it" left me, and here I was missing...no, more....I was falling for this woman.

I was beside myself. I had thought I was lost to love, and here it comes flooding back into me like the dam had burst.

I told her I loved her. She didn't believe me. She knew of my past activities, and she said she would never end up as just another notch on my belt.

I have never told her, but I respect her for turning me away that day. I don't know if things would have been different today if she had not, but I'm glad she did.

Soon, I realized that we weren't going to be together, but I still tried to be with her. By this time, I had not touched another woman in a very long time, and I had no intention of going back to that.

I no longer wanted to only sleep with her....I wanted to "be" with her. I wanted all of her, not just the body!

I told her time and time again that I love her, and she would always blush and smile. She didn't believe me though, and I was unsure of how to prove my love for her.

We became more friends than anything in the coming months, which turned into years, and then one day I was told never to come back to her house...not by her. (details of this story will stay private unless she decides to comment on them)

I left and let her do what had to be done. I thought about her every day, and during the entire time she was gone, I never slept with another woman. I never even dated another woman. I thought about her all the time, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her out of my mind.

I was working at a video store when she came in one day a couple of years later. As soon as I saw her, I was hooked all over again. The floodgates had reopened. My breath was taken away by how beautiful she was.

She bought a movie for her sister, and I gave her my email address, just in case.

I tend to think that during our conversation at the store that she was gauging if I still had feelings for her or not.

She left and I didn't hear from her for a few days. Then I got an email. It was from her. We started a long email relationship that kept going through the period when we dated.

By this time, I was completely in love with her, and would do anything she asked me to do. I hadn't been with another woman in so long, and I was in love.

When we started dating, I had decided that if fate would let me, I would marry this woman. I still want to do that.

She had completely changed who I was as a person. She helped me find the way around my hatred, and showed me I could love again...more than I ever had loved before.

I have learned a lot from her over the years. I also learned she deserved better than what she was getting, and in that, voiced my opinion many many times.

We broke it off after almost a year of dating because of the things she had to do. I promised her that there would be no other women in my life, and I meant it. She thought I was crazy, and told me I should move on. I had come to a point that I couldn't see myself doing that. I only saw our future together.

I think to this day that she didn't believe I would wait for her, but I did.

I never tried to call, or to see her. I just....existed, and lived in the love we had. It was a very sad and difficult time n my life. I feel like in some way that it was part of my penance for doing what I did back then.

We started talking again recently, and we have grown even closer than before.

To think that when I started all this, I was full of hate, and definitely going down dangerous paths that could have had me maimed, hurt, or killed.

I can honestly say that the unconditional love of this one woman has saved the life of this one man...literally.

Because of that, because of her undying and unconditional love, I give my life, my heart, and everything I am to her.

Some people don't understand this. Some people think it's weird. I call it the kind of love most people wish they had.

I Stole This From Pavel

Pavel posted a birthday calculator on his site, and I thought it was pretty cool, so I took it....lmao!!!

Here are the results of mine:

Your date of conception was on or about 20 May 1972 which was a Saturday.

You were born on a Saturday
under the astrological sign Aquarius.

Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/3/1973 and ending 1/22/1974.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Ox.

Your Native American Zodiac sign is Otter; your plant is Fern.

As of 10/18/2006 12:09:26 AM EDT
You are 33 years old.
You are 404 months old.
You are 1,758 weeks old.
You are 12,303 days old.
You are 295,272 hours old.
You are 17,716,329 minutes old.
You are 1,062,979,766 seconds old.

Celebrities who share your birthday:

Lance Berkman (1976)
Laura Dern (1967)
Cliff Burton (1962)
George Stephanopoulos (1961)
Greg Norman (1955)
Mark Spitz (1950)
Roberta Flack (1939)
Robert Wagner (1930)
Leontyne Price (1927)
Lon Chaney, Jr. (1906)
Bertolt Brecht (1898)
Jimmy Durante (1893)
Boris Pasternak (1890)

Top songs of 1973

Killing Me Softly with His Song by Roberta Flack
Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree by Dawn
My Love by Paul McCartney & Wings
You're So Vain by Carly Simon
Crocodile Rock by Elton John
Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye
Keep On Truckin' by Eddie Kendricks
Bad, Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce
Top of the World by Carpenters
Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight & the Pips

Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 4.81526418786693 years old. (You're still chasing cats!)

Your birthstone is Amethyst

The Mystical properties of Amethyst

Amethyst is used to increase spiritually

Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)

Bloodstone, Onyx, Moonstone


Your birth tree is

Cedar, the Confidence

Of rare beauty, knows how to adapt, likes luxury, of good health not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, determined, impatient, wants to impress others, many talents, industrious, healthy, optimism, waiting for the one true love, able to make quick decisions.

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was in its first quarter.


This is very interesting info. My favorite part is one celecrity that shares a birthday with me...Cliff Burton!!!!!!!!

Cliff Em All Baby!!!!

Sorry...I happen to think that Cliff Burton is an awesome musician, and was taken from us well before his time.

The Weekend - Sunday

We got up early on Sunday because we had to go to church.

Before I go any further, let me say that I can count on my fingers the number of times I had been ion a church for an actual service that wasn't a wedding or some other function other than worship. When I was younger, I had issues with God, and decided to try other options. I have since seen that those were the wrong ways.

However, I was always nervous in churches....like I would be struck down just for going into one.

We go to church and afterwards, redneckgirl, her mother, her grandmother, and myself go to O'Charley's.

After we ate, we took her grandmother home, and then her mother.

Then we went to watch mustangscarlett play softball, and stayed a chatted with her for awhile after it was over.

Then after that, we went to visit my sisters grave.

This is particularly hard for me to do, because I feel bad for not having done it before.

My sister was taken from this world 27 years ago. I have only visited her, until Sunday, 2 or 3 times. Suddenly I felt guilty. I felt like I had not given enough of my time or love to her memory, and it tore me apart inside.

We went and I found her grave automatically. I cleaned off the stone and as soon as I did, I started crying uncontrollably. I didn't know what was coming over me, but I couldn't stop crying.

Redneckgirl put her arm around me and consoled me as best she could without crying.

I told my sister I was sorry for neglecting her memory for so long, and that I promised I would be with her more often. I told her I loved her and told her sorry over and over again.

We left after about a half an hour, me still crying and driving, and redneckgirl telling me her thoughts on why I was feeling the way I did, and what we could do about it.

Then we went back to her house, picked up her mother and her sister and went shopping at Meijers.

I picked up a couple of bouquets of plastic flowers and a little teddy bear with a little Halloween sweater on it to put on my sisters stone. After the shopping, I took the three of them home. Then I went to visit my mother, whom I had been having issues with over some of her habits, so to speak.

I let her know I visited my sister, and told her how much I care for her, and that I didn't want to end up burying her, and that she needed to stop these particular bad habits she had been doing.

We talked for awhile, and she ended up sending me home with food, like she always does, and she let me have some silverware, as I lost mine in one of my moves.

I went home, and then talked to redneckgirl for awhile. She invited me back over, and I went and hung out there while the kids were sleeping.

She further consoled me and held me, and I ended up falling asleep on her.

I went home later on and went to bed.

After she got off of work on Monday, her and I went back to my sisters grave and placed the flowers in the vase and attached the bear to that vase with a rubber band.

I broke down again, but not as bad this time.

I have always had a hard time showing emotion to people because I was raised up to believe that real men don't cry. They don't show those emotions. I was raised up that you were weak if you cried.

I realize now that real men do cry...they do show their emotions and aren't afraid not to because of what people think.

I want to thank you all for reading this. I had tears in my eyes writing this as well. If you think I'm weak.....well....that's what you think I suppose. I'll not try to change your mind.

I hope you all have a great day.

The Weekend - Saturday or "Drunk+Drunk=Fucked Up"

On Saturday, we got together early. We got cappucinos and Dairy Queens for breakfast. We went back home to eat it, and then we started our day shopping.

We were actually going out looking for a particular perfume she likes, but couldn't find it because the manufacturers have reformulated it and it just isn't the same.

On a side note, I have to say that it smells fantastic on her, but then again, I think almost everything does. However, the one she likes really goes good with her chemical makeup and just releases something in her.

So we went to Value City to check out clothes and look for that perfume. They didn't have it. We were about to leave, and I decided to look at the men's section, where she picked out a pair of jeans and some nice underclothes for me. I say underclothes because I'm not too sure what they call them, and I don't wanna try to guess :P

After that, we went to a few more stores, and then we hit the Fashion Bug.

She picked out a couple of things to try on, and found an outfit of sorts that made her even more beautiful than she already was. She went to try them on, and asked me to hold a bra she was considering buying.

So, here I am in the middle of this store, holding on to a bright yellow bra, just looking like a confused man....lol!

I decided to check out the jewelry, and saw 2 pairs of earrings I thought she might like. When she came out of the dressing room, I asked her which ones she liked the best, and I bought those for her. She decided to put the bra back, or should I say that I should put the bra back. I did so and we left the store.

We then went to try and get my tire fixed on my truck. We dropped it off and went to have Subway while it was being worked on.

We went back to get the truck, and they told me the tire couldn't be repaired, and they had no replacements in the store. I told them when I got the cash that I would buy a new one. I could have gotten it then, but this was redneckgirls birthday weekend, and I needed everything for her. Besides, it is a slow leak, and I usually have to air it back up once or twice a day at most.

We were supposed to go bowling, but we ran out of time. When we were about to pass the bowling lanes, I started talking trash to her, and it eventually got to her so bad she told me to pull in, that even though we didn't have time to bowl, that she wanted to shut me up....lol.

I pull in and we go pay for our game. To make a long story short, she handed me my ass in that game, so I couldn't talk any more trash about it....this time....lmao!

Then we went back to the house and she asked me to cut her hair. I was very apprehensive at first because I had never cut anyone's hair before, and I didn't wanna mess hers up.

She said she trusted me, then told me I was the "only" man to ever cut her hair.

I took about 3 inches off of the back, and I was pleased whenb I was done. Then it was time to dye the hair, so I helped her with that.

We then proceeded to get ready for the nighttime activities that were planned.

Around 7, we went to pick up hard2stop. She was definitely ready to get her party on. We then went to a restaurant called Rafferty's for dinner. We met 3 other friends there, and proceeded to have dinner.

Well, this is where things started becoming kind of weird. Apparently one of the friends has been being very, very self centered lately, and only thinks of herself.

I'll say from the start that her and I are at odds because she doesn't want redneckgirl to be with me. She lies about that in front of me, but you know actions speak louder.

She was being the hag from hell this night, and she would end up being the source of much stress for the friends who were with us, and a great source of enjoyment for me, because I took much pleasure in her pain this evening.

I can tell you right now, I had a strong feeling she didn't want me to go. She kept shooting me dirty looks along with a few of the others there too. You know, I'm tired of calling her she, so from now on, I'll refer to her as Mrs. Ed.

Now Mrs. Ed had asked me why I was wearing my ring on my ring finger instead of my thumb. I joked and told her that it was to keep other ladies away from me, to which she had the audacity to reply that she wasn't aware I had to fight them off.

I did my best to overlook her rude comment and go on with my dinner.

After dinner wew were going to go to a salsa bar, but it turns out it wasn't really a salsa bar, but a worldly restaurant with world music....not what we had in mind.

We ended up going to the redneck bar, and singing karaoke and letting the ladies drink.

Well, Mrs. Ed had decided to invite a guy we'll call Smith with her. The problem with this is that Smith claims to be in love with her. I have reasons to believe otherwise, but I won't say them here.

Now, Mrs. Ed invited Smith. The problem with this is that Mrs. Ed has no, and I mean no interest in Smith. Smith is in love with her. See where this is going?

All night long...no, let me repeat this for the sake of effects...."all night long", Smith was on Mrs. Ed like nothing I'd ever seen. Where she would go, he would be. They ended up fighting one another all night, which I took great pleasure in watching.

Smith ended up looking like the most pathetic being to ever walk the earth, and Mrs. Ed was more hot and cold towards him than a broken faucet.

Plainly, she was being the biggest bitch toward him that I've ever seen, and that's really saying something.

Of course, based on previously untold things, he deserved it too.

They made each other miserable all night long.

She ended up being so drunk that she could barely walk. Redneckgirl and I had to literally fight her to get her drink away from her when it was time to leave, and then get her into my truck.

We got her home and dropped off mustangscarlett and hard2stop, then went home orselves.

Needless to say, it was a really different kind of evening with her and him around. And not in a good way.

Credit for the mathematical equation goes to redneckgirl :)

The Weekend - Friday

The weekend posts will be split into 3 parts. Mainly because the atmosphere and attitude is different for all 3 days, and I don't want them getting all mixed up. Hopefully you'll read and enjoy, get mad, and feel empathetic all at the same time :)

As you all know, Friday was redneckgirls birthday. I had some fun little plans for her most of the day, and here's how it all went.

First, I wake up kind of early, and go to cash my check and get the first part of her gifts.

I get her 2 dozen pink roses, one dozen hot pink, and another dozen light pink. I get a vase to put them in and then arrange them so they look pretty in the vase. I also get her a card, and a jewelry box for all the jewelry she already has, and what I plan on getting her.

I get to her house, and we have some running to do, so we go together to do the running, but not before I presented her with the roses and the card. The jewelry box has to wait as I didn't have a chance to wrap it yet.

Her eyes lit up in a way that is indescribable. Kind of like the kid at Christmas, but so loving too. I have to say, I could live in that look forever :)

We do our running and have lunch at the Hometown Buffet. We both love a good buffet and theirs is good...lol.

Then we went to Meijers ( a local grocery/retail/general merchandise store for those who are unfamiliar with them), and did a little shopping there.

After we were done, it was time to pick up her children, so I went home and started getting ready for the romantic part of the evening.

She went to pick up her children and have cake that her sister and her oldest son made together, which, I have to say, was very sweet :)

So I shower and wrap her gift and get other things ready for the evening.

Then a little bit of a wrench was thrown into the plans.

I had made reservations at a nice restaurant for 8pm that evening, and by 7:30, I hadn't heard anything from her. At 7:45, I decided that we wouldn't make the reservations, so I came up with plan B.

I rushed to Krogers and bought food for the evening and started cooking it as soon as I got home.

She called about as soon as I walked through the door, and I had to find some way to stall her. I lied that I wanted her to go get us a bottle of wine, even though I had already picked one up earlier.

Naturally, she called me on it, and I said I had drank it all. She really didn't wanna go to the store without me, and before she even went, I told her I was sending her because I was in the middle of preparing her surprise.

During this whole time, I was rushing to get the meal cooked and ready for her.

She got back with the wine much sooner than I had expected, and said she needed to get ready. She apologized for taking so long, but her youngest didn't want her to leave...lol.

I had her cover her eyes while she went through the house so she wouldn't see anything, and she proceeded to the bathroom to get ready.

I finished cooking, then brought out the wine and some candles. I ended up making spaghetti, with a little side salad, a nice wine to drink with it, and cheesecake for dessert.

I had it all set out by candlelight with a CD of our songs playing for ambience.

We ate, then I had her wait in the living room as I prepared the cheesecake with one canle on a topper that had Happy Birthday playing on it. She then made a wish and blew out her candle.

Then we went back into the living room, and I let her open her jewelry box. She commented on my wrapping job, and the fact I used 2 bows on it instead of 1. She taught me well about that, what can I say....lol!

When she unwrapped the jewelry box, she was immediately in love with it, telling how beautiful it was and how it complimented the wood on her dresser.

Then we got into my truck and went downtown. Once there, we found a place to park, and we had a 30 minute carriage ride around the downtown area, follwed by a romantic walk on the waterfront.

We then went back home and called it an evening.

I think her eyes and the looks she gave me tell the whole story. I'm positive she had a wonderful birthday, and I'm glad I could contribute as much as I did :)

My Father

I stated that I was having mixed feelings about this, but you really don't know what "this" is yet, so I'll fill you in.

Starting at the beginning, my mom got pregnant with me, her first time having sex, with some douchebag who was even lucky to get to breathe the same air as her. Some time later, I was born, and things appeared like they may be good.

One disclaimer....I don't actually remember the first events, so I'm going on what I've been told by both my mother and him.

Apparently they were happy for a time with me...not very long, and he decided to go out screwing around on my mother. Typical guy shit.

My mom left him, and I wasn't even 2 years old yet. Then she hooked up with someone else, and some time later, my first of 3 sisters were born.

We were living in South Dakota at the time, and my mom decided she would move us to Kentucky...best decision she ever made.

We moved when I was 4, and never looked back at South Dakota again.

I, however, was curious about my father.

Over time, I realized he wasn't coming. He wasn't going to be there. Ever.

I hated that feeling, and I still despise it to this day.

Was I sooo bad, such a burden to this man that he felt he didn't need to be near me? Was I so terrible that he didn't want me?

Over time, my wondering had grew into resentment, which grew into hatred, which grew into more hatred.

I could feel that he didn't want me...he didn't want to be a part of my life.

He never wrote, never called. I got nothing on Christmas, or Easter, or my birthday. My mom made up for this as best she could, but every year I heard nothing from him made me hate him even more.

So when I was 12 or 13, I devised a plan...a plan I'm still wondering if I'll ever carry out or not.

The plan, as it were, consists of me taking a trip to South Dakota, going to his house and beating the ever loving shit out of him, making sure to break 1 bone for each year of my life he missed.

I wanted it. I wanted it so badly I could taste it. I could taste it like you can taste the blood in your mouth after someone punches you in the mouth. And I liked that.

The plan changed accordingly to different things over the course of my life. It went from breaking bones to maiming, to torturing, then to killing completely. But I never did it....any of it.

I spoke with him on my 18th birthday. My curiosity got the best of me and I decided to look him up and call.

He knew who I was, and sounded happy to hear from me. He said he was sorry that he didn't try to call, or write, or be involved with me in any way. He said that even before we left town, he was moving on.

How could he do this to me? Why was I not good enough?

And what the fuck was sorry supposed to do to answer my questions or make me feel better?

That very brief conversation refueled the rage in me tenfold, and I wanted blood.

I almost left town that day, but something inside stopped me. Something told me if I went, I would most definitely regret it. So I didn't go. Instead, I put it on the back burner again, and just resumed life.

I got to speak with him again about 4 years ago. Once again, very short conversation, but I wanted answers. I think I'm entitled to some answers from this guy. As per usual, I was left with none.

By then I had met redneckgirl, and she convinced me that he wasn't worth the effort, that it didn't matter because I have people down here with me who love me.

That seemed to help ease things a bit. Actually, that seemed to ease things a lot in my mind. I decided to not ever call him again, seeing as how he has never, ever called me.

I also abandoned the plan. Life seemed to be getting better having that burden away from these shoulders.

I was perfectly fine for 4 years. Then tonight happened.

I don't know what triggered it, but suddenly, all my rage for him, all my emotions came rushing back, and I wanted blood again.

I have talked myself out of it for now. I have calmed myself to a point to where I feel like I can and should blog about it, and get it out there.

I do feel a little better, but still bitter right now. I have tears welling up in my eyes as I write certain parts of this, because even though it happened a lifetime ago, it doesn't hurt any less now, knowing that he had a chance...he could have known me and how good a person I've become, and seen how good I am with computers and other things, but he passed that chance up. "He" decided I wasn't worth it.

Fuck him! Fuck him up his ass!

He can burn in hell for all I care, and if I'm ever there with him, I'm stoking the fire even hotter, even if I get burned more in the process.

As of this writing, I only have 2 memories of my father, both of them phone conversations. I have no recollection of ever having seen him, although I know I have. I was way too young to remember though.

I have no idea what he looks like or anything, and I can't even remember how he sounds.

I hate to ramble on like this, but tonight has been a bad father kind of night. One that makes a kid plan out devious schemes to get even...for justice to be served. For him to get his just rewards.

I don't know how to end this post. I feel a little better about it all, but I'm still furious at both him and myself. Him for the obvious, and myself for allowing these thoughts to once again enter my mind and permeate my being.

I guess I'll end it by telling you all to have a great weekend, and that I'll post again soon.

How does that sound?

Another Reason

Yet another reason I haven't been blogginh is Star Wars.

Not the movies, but the books. I am currently on book 5 of a 27 book series in the ol extended universe, and the story arc is starting to get really good.

And you know how that goes....it grabs your attention and just won't let you go!

That, and I'm having some really mixed emotions about certain aspects of my life right now. Not about present things, but things of the past relating to my family....or to be more direct...my father....again.

But, that's fodder for a completely different post. Perhaps soon I'll delve into that and share how I feel about it with you all......if you're good....lol!

I'll be back later to put up my Big Hair Friday video when I can get near a PC I'm allowed to watch streaming media on.

Happy Birthday Redneckgirl!!!!!!!

I wanna wish redneckgirl a very Happy Birthday!!!!!

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Redneckgiiiiiirrrrlllll,
Happy Birthday tooooooooo youuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I hope you have a good one and get everything you want :)


So what are you all waiting for? Go to her blog and wish her a Happy Birthday :)

My Music Meme

So I've been tagged by redneckgirl for the 7 songs I listen to right now.

Here's the directions:

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Live Journal/blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.

Ok, here we go:

1. White and Nerdy - Weird Al

They see me mowin'... my front lawn
I know they're all thinkin' I'm so white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Can't ya see I'm white & nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white & nerdy
I wanna roll with... the gangstas
But so far they all think I'm too white and nerdyThink I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
Really, really white & nerdy

First in my class there at MIT
Got skills, I'm a champion at D&D
MC Escher, that's my favorite MC
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin - to the contrary
You'll find that they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
Got people beggin' for my Top 8 spaces
Yo, I know pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills, but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at Minesweeper, I could play for days
Once you see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed
My fingers movin' so fast, I'll set the place ablaze
There's no killer app I haven't run
At Pascal, well, I'm number one
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I got a soldering gun
"Happy Days" is my favorite theme song
I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon
Here's the part I sing on...

They see me roll on... my Segway
I know in my heart they think I'm white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Can't ya see I'm white & nerdy?
Look at me, I'm white & nerdy
I'd like to roll with... the gangstas
Although it's apparent I'm too white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
How'd I get so white & nerdy?

I've been browsin', inspectin'
X-Men comics, you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket, I must protect 'em
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shoppin' online for deals on inscribable media
I edit, Wikipedia
I memorized "Holy Grail" really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doin' web sites
When my friends need some code, who do they call?
I do HTML for 'em all
Even made a home page for my dog
Yo, I got myself a fanny pack
They were havin' a sale down at The Gap
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
Pop pop, hope no one sees me... gettin' freaky
I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream
I was in A/V Club and Glee Club and even the chess team
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was, do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
Spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair
Got my name on my underwear

They see me strollin'... they laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause I'm so white & nerdy
Just because I'm white & nerdy
Just because I'm white & nerdy
All because I'm white & nerdy
Holy cow, I'm white & nerdy
I wanna bowl with... the gangstas
But oh well, it's obvious I'm white and nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
Think I'm just too white & nerdy
I'm just too white & nerdy
Look a' me, I'm white & nerdy

(This is just a fun song, and it's fun to sing when you're actually mowing the lawn)


2. Rockstar - Nickelback

I'm through with standin' in lines
to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
this life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
--(For what you need)--

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
--(Been there done that)--

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
--(I'll have the quesadilla, ha-ha)--

I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip --sync-- 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in Hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, well

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

(Yet another fun song. Gotta love it!!!)


3. Sexyback - Justin Timberlake

Redneckgirl already has provided the song and some lyrics, so I'll leave it at that :)

(This song really is a train wreck, but it has grown on me, and sometimes I get it in my head and have to sing it to get it out)

4. I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.
"What a beautiful wedding!", "What a beautiful wedding!"
says a bridesmaid to a waiter. "And yes, but what a shame, what a shame,
the poor groom's bride is a whore." I'd chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...oh.

(This song just calls to me to sing sing sing it...and I do!)


5. Freak-a-Zoid - Midnight Star

freakazoids...robots..please report
freakazoids...robots...please report to the dance floor

z-o-i-d-s
z-o-i-d-s, freakazoids
z-o-i-d-s
z-o-i-d-s rock baby

dance

i'll be your freakazoid, c'mon and wind me up (2x)

kick up your heels, baby relax your mind, leave all your worries to me
cuz i am the one, to take care of you, and all of your physical needs
you see...

(chorus)
ill be your freakazoid, c'mon and wind me up, no tears babe
ill be your freakzoid, c'mon and wind me up

shake your body like you just dont care
i said im ready to be a freakazoid, if you care
i said, shake your body like you just dont care
i said to, be a freakazoid if you dare
i said..

z-o-i-d-s
z-o-i-d-s, rock baby

so baby come here, let me satisfy you, i know just what you need
i never get tired, im rechargable, my senses are ready to please
you see..

(chorus 2x)

i am now, in automission
your every wish, is my command
technique to the dance floor

we are, midnight star, we gonna show you how to do it, yes we are
we got frakazoid robots, at our guards, wont stop, wont stop, rockin
the floor...

girl: oh..hello, and what are you doing?
guy: the freakazoid
girl: the freakazoid? how do you spell it?
guy: z-o-i-d-s
girl: z-o-i-d-s? zoids?
guy: freakazoids
girl: oh! to you... i think ive got it....rock baby

z-o-i-d-s
z-o-i-d-s, rock baby

(chorus 2x)

shake your body like you just dont care
i said im ready to be a freakazoid if you care
i said, shake your body like you just dont care
i said, be a freakazoid if you dare


6. Far Away - Nickelback

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know


I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore


On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of Hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything, but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know


I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore


So far away
So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say

I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go

(This song reminds me so much of redneckgirl that I have listened to it multiple times a day, and sing it to her too!)


7. s(AINT) - Marilyn Manson

I don't care if your world is ending today
Because I wasn't invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart
But now I'm not an artist I'm a fucking work of art
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you

You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
But now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile and you'll
Never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

I am a bonetop, a death's head
On a mopstick
You infected me, took diamonds
I took all your shit
Your "sell-by-date" expired,
So you had to be sold
I'm a suffer-genius and
Vivi-sex symbol

You wanted perfect
You got your perfect
But now I'm too perfect for someone like you
I was a dandy in your ghetto with
A snow white smile and you'll
Never be as perfect whatever you do

What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

I've got an "F" and a "C" and I got a "K" too
And the only thing that's missing is "U"
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you
I've got an F and a C and I got a K too
And the only thing that's missing is a bitch like you
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
I am a dandy in the ghetto with a snow white smile
Super-ego bitch, I've been evil awhile
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT
What's my name, what's my name?
Hold the S because I am an AINT

(This song just makes me feel powerful, and I've always been a huge Manson fan!!)


Hope you liked this meme.

I'll go ahead and tag everyone who reads me because I don't know if I have 7 readers or not.....lol!

A Horse Is A Horse Of Course.....NOT!!!

I feel so ripped off now. I may be showing my age a bit, but I really did think Mr. Ed was a horse....now I find out differently, as listed below:


Although the Mister Ed television show enjoyed a five-year run on CBS in the early 1960s, it was actually one of the very first series to start out in syndication and then be picked up by a network. (Mister Ed premiered as a syndicated show in January 1961, and CBS added it to their prime time schedule the following October.) Without network backing in the beginning, however, the show's budget was extremely tight. During the filming of the pilot episode, production costs mounted as the Pssst. Listen . . . recalcitrant horse cast as Mister Ed refused to perform on cue (if it performed at all), resulting in large expenditures to cover the costs of additional training fees and wasted footage.

The producers of the show were ready to throw in the towel and write off the venture when one of the putative Mister Ed's trainers came up with a solution: the nearby Jungleland animal park in Thousand Oaks, California, had a trained Grevy's zebra that was being used in live shows for the park's daily tour visitors. The zebra (a female, called "Amelia" by its Jungleland handlers) was trained to perform many of the same actions (e.g., opening and closing its mouth, stamping its feet on cue) required in the Mr. Ed role, and Jungleland consented to lend her out for a few days' filming.

Amelia worked out fantastically well, exceeding everyone's expectations, and the pilot was quickly wrapped up and sold to the syndication market. The producers made a generous donation to Jungleland in exchange for continued use of Amelia, and she appeared in all the syndicated episodes as well as all the shows comprising the series' entire five-year run on CBS. Amelia retired to Jungleland when Mr. Ed was cancelled after the 1965-66 season, where she lived for three years before being sold at auction when Jungleland closed in 1969.

The show's premise, of course, called for a talking horse, not a zebra. The producers felt the concept was already absurd enough without stretching credulity by having to explain why someone would have left a zebra (let alone a talking one) at a country house, so they chose not to explain it at all. They stuck with the original premise instead: Mister Ed was always referred to as a "horse," and since the series was filmed in black and white, the viewing audience couldn't tell the difference.

(The difficulty in resolving closely integrated black and white images on non-color television receivers was one of the primary reasons NFL games were not regularly televised until the mid-1960s, when sales of color TV sets started to outstrip those of black-and-white models. When black-and-white television predominated in the nation's living rooms, football games were too often disrupted when players ran into the referees, whose black-and-white striped uniform tops made them nearly invisible to onlookers. Likewise, Johnny Cash's famous televised live concert performance at California's Folsom Prison in January 1968 proved disastrous when several inmates wearing the traditional black and white prisoner's garb slipped unnoticed past guards, who had been provided only black and white monitors with which to view the proceedings.)

Zebras are noticeably smaller than horses, so the set used for Mister Ed's stable was constructed using forced perspective (the same technique employed on Disneyland's Main Street) to make it appear larger than it really was (and thus make Mister Ed appear larger than he really was as well). This gimmick also helped to mask the fact that Alan Young, the series' star, was only a diminutive 5'4" tall. Since a zebra's gait is distinctively different than a horse's, the rare episodes that called for scenes of Mister Ed running were filmed in long shots using real horses, a practice which has lead to the mistaken claim (cited in several fan-related publications and web sites) that a zebra was occasionally used on the show as a "stunt double." (In later years a Palamino horse named Bamboo Harvester would often be erroneously identified as having been the Mister Ed, but this horse was in fact only used for promotional appearances and publicity stills; it never actually appeared in the TV series.)

The substitution was an open secret around the industry, however, and continual sly references to zebras were worked into the show. The two most blatant examples were the episode of 21 March 1963, "Ed the Zebra," and the episode of 17 October 1965, "Anybody Got a Zebra?" The former episode was a joke-within-a-joke wherein a disgruntled Ed ran away to the zoo, leaned up against a newly-painted black fence, and started a new life as a zebra. (Ironically, the photography crew actually had to shoot Ed's "zebra" scenes for that episode in color and then convert them back to black-and-white in order to make Mister Ed appear as a zebra to the audience!)

When CBS switched to a primarily color prime time line-up for the 1965-66 season, both they and the series' producers were faced with a dilemma: keeping the show as a black and white entry would have presented a jarring contrast with the network's other shows, but switching to color would have given away the ruse. Eventually, a CBS executive came up with a clever solution: the show was moved out of prime time into the 5:30-6:00 PM slot on Sunday evenings for the series' final year, thus avoiding the necessity of its conversion to color.

Big Hair Friday!!! BONUS!

I couldn't decide on just one today, so I gave redneckgirl a choice on the one I wanted as the first one, and I wanted to put this one up as well.

THIS song is the song that turned me on to metal! Before this, I'm sad to say it was all Paula Abdul, Tiffany, and Debbie Gibson and their prepackaged songs. Don't get me wrong...I still like them, but metal "woke me up".

Once again, I hope you enjoy, and have a great weekend!!!

Big Hair Friday!!!

I haven't much felt like blogging for the last couple of days....writers blog or something, so in order to make up for lack of content, I present Guns N Roses with "November Rain", and also another video today as well!

Enjoy your weekend folks!

My Weekend Roundup

Well, I know redneckgirl and I had pretty much the same weekend, but I wanted to elaborate on more of it.

Friday Night for me was boring...work and more work.

Saturday I got to take redneckgirl out, and as she said, we went to the balloon festival. It really was great. We had to run through the drainage ditch, and it was dark, so we didn't see how muddy it was. We both slipped a bit, and I tried catching her all the times she almost fell. She seemed to get the worst of the ditch by stepping in the muddiest of the places...lol!

We finally got into the area they were having the balloon glow at, and we snapped a few pics with our camera phones, then we decided to get something to eat.

We went and got our food and made our way to the beer garden, where we each got a light draft. We enjoyed our beer and funnel cake together, and then went outside to watch the fireworks. We were hand in hand, watching the sky light up and enjoying the company of one another.

We then went back to my place, where I proceeded to give her a massage by candlelight, and also played a card game, and had some cheese and wine.

On Sunday, I got her early, and we went to Bernheim Forest. I took her on this romantic walk around the lake and we stopped and looked at the flora and odd things we would see on the way. Then we visited the statue that she has posted on her blog, and took pics on the bench you see there as well.

As she said, it was very, very peaceful. I had a wonderful time, as I always do, and am hoping to do it all again soon.

Chewbacca!!! What A Wookie!

This is a bit strange. This is my warning to you.

Actually, this is a couple of links that are for Chewbacca. I happened upon 2 of his myspace accounts, and his blog. It was a very interesting read, but it was in wookie....lol.

So I now present the links to you below:


Chewbacca's MySpace Profile

Chewbacca sings Christmas songs

Chewbacca's other MySpace account

Chewbacca's Blog


Hope you all enjoy this as much as I did :)

After The Wedding

Ok, as said below, after the wedding, we visited Tumbleweed and had food and libation.

Then we went to the bar, as stated before, that was a redneck bar. Redneck bar for a redneck wedding...lol

We went into the bar and was greeted by the usual DJ. Then we picked up our playslips and chose our songs while the ladies began their journey becoming "chip faced."

I don't really think they drank "that" much, but it sure was enough. Redneckgirl and I danced many dances and we would all karaoke. After awhile though, hard2stop started bobbing her head to a different tune, and I think she accomplished becoming chip faced, like she wanted to be :)

One thing you gotta know about hard2stop is that when I'm not the DD, she is, so she doesn't get to drink all the time when we or they all go out.

After some time, the bobbing got more severe, and I knew it was time to go. She had a concert playing in her head, but she was feeling really, and I mean really good!

We went to take her home and made sure she got in her house, then we left, and redneckgirl fell asleep in the truck on her way home. I had to drive slower because she was lying at a strange angle, which seemed to be comfortable to her, but I was scared she was going to open the door.

After I dropped her off, I went home and passed out myself, only because I was tired.

Overall, I had a good time, and I would definitely do it again with them both. I'm sure if you watch this space, there will be more stories of the adventures of the three of us again :)

Redneck Wedding Part The Second

Ok...if you haven't read the first part, stop here and go read Hard2stop'sviews on this wedding, then come back here and we'll finish up this old honkey tonk shindig!

Ok, now that you've done that, I'll continue.

I'm not going to say anything about the wedding, as I think quite enough has been said on the subject by hard2stop....lol.

My big problem is with the reception and the DJ, especially the DJ!

After the wedding, we go into the reception hall, which is actually a gymnasium. I immediately felt like this was a homecoming dance or something.

We, meaning redneckgirl, hard2stop, and myself find ourselves a seat, and we wait. The DJ started playing songs, and almost every one was a sad country song about a loss, or losing the one you love. Not very appropriate for a wedding if you ask me, but, you didn't.

Then, this DJ starts playing parts of songs, and it turns out, she was doing the sound check at that very moment. Now pardon me for saying, but I don't find it professional that the DJ was doing a sound test and equalizing her speakers during the actual reception. I find it very unprofessional.

Also, the equipment was kind of shoddy, and for every problem, the DJ and her assistant said to spit on the equipment and it would fix it.....I "told" you this was redneck!!!

So then, the happy couple comes in, and the buffet line, if that's what you really wanna call it, starts with no signals, no announcements....nothing!

After the eating was done, the bride and groom had their first dance. Then the DJ started playing some typical wedding type things. After some time, they had the dance with the parents. Then it was back to other stuff again. If planning and coordination were brains, the DJ would have been left out in the cold. She had none!

Then the karaoke started. Each of us sang a song, and we were probably the best there.

We talked about our escape long before it happened, but I was finally happy to break free. As a celebration of our new found freedom, we went to tumbleweed to celebrate with some eats and big margaritas for the ladies (I had coke).

Then, we went to the bar....which is a whole other story, which will be listed above :)