Happy Birthday, Susan.
You taught us to enjoy life, live every day like it was our last.
Sorry I forgot how.
It’s just not the same when those you love aren’t around…
Whenever I think, “I have no heart,” something always comes along to prove to me that I do.
My immediate thought is always to be skeptical of Internet Chain Letters and such, but with this one, I dug a little deeper and found that it’s totaly legitimate…
Why the one million friends challenge? I get asked the questions, Why 1 million friends? What will it achieve? on a regular basis. So I thought I would try to explain. James and I used to come onto myspace to listen to music and look at the videos just before he was diagnosed and added a few friends.
When James was diagnosed and we came to terms with the fact that his cancer and its treatment was going to take over our lives we needed a distraction and the “James and Daddy” page was born. I asked James if he thought we could get one hundred friends and then one thousand and the ten thousand. When we reached ten thousand friends I asked James to set the next target. James said ONE MILLION.
We will gain nothing financially from this page but have gained friendship from people around the world and we have shared our story with you all and in return shared your stories. This page has helped us as a family deal with the tough times and share the good times. Now as a father I feel I have to achieve this challenge as I made a vow to James the day after he was born that I would never let him down and I would only make him a promise if I could keep it.
So there you have it, the reason for the challenge and why I need you to help me get more friends. We have tried the celebrity route with minor success so all we can do is keep sending out the bulletins and searching out the profiles that have loads of friends and big hearts.
I mentioned a while back, I can’t have kids… Rather, not healthy ones, anyway… I have been using my vaginal dhea cream and I can say I found my peace with all of that a long time ago.
But then again, maybe that’s why stuff like this tears me up so bad… Like it did with Ambriel… Like it does with someone else even closer who went through a bout of it herself (I love you, baby girl, I miss you, and I’m proud of you).
There’s the futility factor, wishing I could do something to make it better, and I can’t…
And then, of course, I see their faces they’re smiling right through it most days.
That…
…is one of the few things that I glean hope from.
And I know damn well that despite everything else, those kids are toughter than I will ever be.
If you’ve got MySpace, be sure and add him as a friend. Spread the word. Make a donation.
“everyone I know
goes away
in the end…”
— Nine Inch Nails, Hurt
“Dude, you’re like Forrest Gump,” someone told me a few years ago. “You should write a book!”
It’s funny… For all my devil-may-care, seat-of-my-pants adventures — all the while incessantly telling people to “Quit planning and do it” — writing it all down was the one thing I never did. I’ve always toyed with the idea, and even written a few chapters here and there, but never decided to go all out and do it.
Mushy, on the other hand, did.
Unfortunately, the plan is also to close up shop at Mushy’s Moochings, which, in a word, blows. I love that blog, as it reminds me of why I decided to move back to East Tennessee — Mushy presents his various adventures and misadventures, and still manages to come off as “down to earth,” “good people.” The best thing, of course, is that when you know him, you find that he actually is that person, and someone I’m proud to call a friend.
Buy the book. And while you’re at it, be sure and check out his work of fiction, as well.
And, of course, check out his R-Rated humor blog, The Silverbacks.
Congrats, Mushy. 🙂
There’s nothing Diva digs more than a fiesta. Well, unless beer is involved. And what would ya know… I got both over the weekend. My bestest friends Holly, Mario and Tausha heard through the rumor mill that I was making enchiladas and such for dinner Saturday night and that was enough for them. Holly said she’d bring some good stuff and we’d have a fiesta. Complete with rice, beans, salsa and chips…. and BEER. Yay! Come on over boys and girls. There were all us adult types, 6 teenager and 2 munchkins. So, I was cooking my ass off listening to the VOLS get spanked. (Sorry drifting off, a little annoyed it didn’t go any better than it did… interception throwin mama’s boys)… Anyhoo…I made Chicken enchiladas and homemade red sauce (mmmmm):
And beef enchilada casserole:
Rice n Beans (refried beans just aren’t pretty, so there’s no pic).
And Holly’s grub-ass homemade, garlic filled, spicy as hell salsa:
We were playing kamakazi karaoke in the lair when “Just a Gigalo” came on. This is the point where Lil T (the 2year old grandson) informs me that he is, in fact, a gigalo. Big T confirmed to Lil T, that it’s ok to be a gigalo.
I tried to explain to him “You should be a pimp, it pays better. Say pimp.”
“No! Gigalo!” He screams and runs off.
It’s true. If ya have a choice, for goodness sake, be a pimp. Look, he could pimp his auntie and her friends out. He’s got every one of those girls wrapped around his pinkie finger…
And its official. I crowned my BFF (Holly) my beeeeyach. She’s a skank and I love her more than a squirrel loves a nut.
She is now in charge of kitchen clean up every time we drunk at the house. She is quite good at it. Reckon if she would have known I was gonna blog her ass and slap her picture up on the internets that she would have stayed in her PJs? Heh. Again, I say, you are a skank, but you are a damn fine kitchen cleaner upper.
