Friday

I came in to It’s A Grind Friday night on a mission. I had to make some phone calls and prep myself for Saturday because I have a film project I lead once a month at my old church. That was my mission.

It didn’t work  out that way.

There was a band playing at It’s A Grind Friday night. I’ve heard them play before.

I absolutely love listening to them. There really cool guys. One of them plays the cello. He is the man that inspired me to want to learn how to play.

He walks bare foot and wears shoes only to work. I talked to him a few weeks  ago. He kept telling me the pros to walking bare foot. I took off my shoes as he kept talking.

I think he could’ve talked me into walking around butt-naked.

I ended up not doing any prepping for Saturday.

But I had a great Friday night.

In the end, the filming went pretty good.

All is well.

Handball Politics

So I started a new job not too long ago.

I work in a daycare center in an elementary school.

I like it a lot. Kids can be hard to deal with, but some of them are just too funny.

So it kind of makes it all worth it.

But there’s one thing I can’t stand. It’s patrolling by the handball courts. The kids will argue over a game longer than it takes for them to get in line and it be there turn again.

The kids will lie all the time as well.

Some of them cry daily over the matter.

I’ll usually play handball with the kids and beat them. Every now and then, I slip up or the kid I play ends up being really good.

I’m basically getting paid to play games with kids which isn’t a bad thing.

I also really like my co-workers.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a job with co-workers.

I did the whole nanny/babysitting thing for a while. I don’t really have complaints on that. It’s just a relief though to have conversation with someone that’s older than 12.

I’m just sayin’…

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Car on Fire! ACCIDENT…I think not!!!

Okay.

So I’m coming home from 24hr fittness at 11:30pm and I start to see smoke coming out of my hood. I decide to keep driving home since I was about to turn in to my neighborhood and I figured since my dads a mechanic, I might as well keep driving home so he could take a look at it.

I pull in my driveway and the smoke continues to slightly bellow into the air. I kneeled down to get a view under my car to see if I could pinpoint a specific part the smoke seems to be coming from. Instead, I find my car on fire under my car.

I dash to the hose and scream, “Dad! Get out here now!” towards the opend window of my parents room. As I’m doing this, I’ve turned on the hose and started shooting out water under my car. The whole time I’m thinking to myself if the car could actually explode. My dad comes out as I put out the fire and he tells me he’ll take a look at it in the morning.

I asked my dad what he thought the problem was. I implied towards him the possibility of someone trying to kill me(I was egged a few weeks ago mind you). He said, “I prpbably ran something over.”

I totally threw away his theory and decided to entertain mine.

So, I basically narrowed it down to three suspects who would maybe want me dead. Together, we will look at the motive for each of these suspects.

First suspect would have to be my brother. Why you ask? It’s been said in my family that my brother and I will be rightful owners of the house we are currently living in and since we’re actually planning on expanding our house, there’s big money in stake.

But I just think it’s way too early in the game for him to be plotting to kill me. Besides, I’ll probably strike first with my plot to kill him before he even ponders on maybe taking me out of the picture. So my brother is innocent as far as I’m concerned.

Second suspect would have to be God. When I was younger, my family and I would go to church together. Well, there was a week once a year at church where services were everyday at night. I was already in bed when my mom woke me up to go to service. I had no choice in the matter and just dozed off in the car on the way there. When we got in to the building, I fell asleep on the pew where my family was occupying. Accidently, I ended up urinating myself. Once my family realized what I had just done. They jetted out the door towards the car and left. I wasn’t sure whose shoulder I was on, but I can tell you I feel sorry for the sucker who had to carry me on their shoulder to the car with wet panse.

But at the same time, if God was plotting to kill me, then that would mean God would have to exist, and if God would have ot exist, then God would have to be all perfect, which means he can’t screw up or fail; no flaws. So if God wanted me dead, then I would be dead because he wouldn’t fail in killing me. Therefore, the idea that God tried to kill me is absurd.

Well…

if not my brother, and if not God, then that leaves only one person… George W. Bush. I am middle eastern so there’s really not much I have to explain there. I guess I speak for myself, the Taliban, majority of America, and Hooked on Phonics when I say this…

….You Basterd.

Welp, I guess that about does it. Mystery solved.

Good night America!

Pointless Extra Detail: I guess when I was calling out to my dad, he was trimming his hair with these small scissors and he thought I was screaming for help for a fight, so he actually came outside with these small scissors. He told me he thought he was going to have to stab somebody with them.

I laughed a good laugh. Not exactly because of what he said, but because my dad would really shank someone with miniature scissors.

Worth It

Watch it all the way through…trust me

Football Game!!!

One of the kids I babysit for had a football game today.

I’m not going to lie…It was some pretty exciting stuff.

It was only flag football, but still pretty exciting nonetheless.

Near the end of the game, I was running up and down the field during the game to not lose sight of the game.

To my surpeize, a good portion of parents were doing the same.

I actually almost ran in to one of them at one point.

The kid who’s game game I came to see won.

They got to make it to the play-offs so it was pretty exciting.

Some of the kids were actually big for their age.

I guess puberty is kind to whom it chooses….

My theory …steroids…lots and lots of steroids…

think about it… after all, it is a competitive sport.

And I think I’ll just leave with that.