a gloomy day with the elderly... oh joy

well, my mother is now officially old. i took her out to lunch and to do some shopping today and it was the first time that i actually thought of her as an old woman. having problems with her cane, her sight, her back, moving slower than normal, etc. i feel bad for her. she's always bent over backwards for everyone in her life, except for herself. let that be a lesson for everyone. nice people do really finish last. they get fucked over and fucked over again. i think part of her depression today was from her disability benefits getting cut yesterday. i believe we have to do our depositions sometime in December. i bet the insurance company isn't going to like the fact i have a spot on memory for bullshit.

it probably didn't help things that the grocery store today was a fucking zoo.

so i got home just in time to watch the USA men's national team lose a soccer friendly to Italy 1-0. Italy scored in the 94th minute. that closes out 2018 for the team. hopefully, they will hire a fucking coach soon.

The Voice was really good last night. i have no damn clue who is going home tonight.

Monday Night Raw was good, but not good enough last night. i flipped over to the football game a ton during the show.

the NFL game last night between the Chiefs and Rams was fucking crazy. the Rams won 54-51 in the highest scoring Monday Night Football game in history.

the New York Rangers won last night over Dallas, 2-1. i really love how this team is playing at home. 6 straight home wins.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown, The Voice and The Jim Jefferies Show.

the New York Yankees made a trade yesterday. i think it will help them next season, as long as James Paxton can stay healthy. now, they just need to get one more legit good starter and they should have a much better rotation next season.

i have to send out some poems tomorrow and do some cleaning as well. i will hopefully get that done in the morning and then be on here long before Dayton takes on Butler down in the Bahamas tomorrow night. i believe my sister is coming down tomorrow as well. aren't i blessed...

the trash is already done, so that's all for me kids...

Y un día el viejo en mí buscará su muerte y su sonrisa.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Buddy Guy - Done Got Old
Dag Nabbit - It Can't Be So
Levon Helm - Wide River to Cross
The Black Lillies - Where The Black Lillies Grow

"Some men see things as they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask why not."
                                                                                         - Robert F. Kennedy

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

without knowing it, another suicide averted...

apparently, the muse actually reads this blog from time to time. i found that out in our 2 1/2 hour conversation last night. she told me that i make her sound like this horrible person in these posts. i don't think i do, but, allow me to set the record straight. the muse is the most amazing woman i know. she is my best friend. she is the love of my life. she is strong, sexy, confident, intelligent as fuck, weird in a incredibly sexy way and last of all, a bad ass that i have been lucky enough to share so many tender moments with... even if we don't have this amazing, magical relationship that i have dreamt about for years now, we will be friends until the day i die. and i don't tell her this, but it's true. each time we have a long talk and we share things and i get closer, it's another day where killing myself gets shuffled down the list of things to do. she has had so many different life experiences than me, listening to her gives me so many things to write about... having her in my life at all is a fucking gift. last night was a perfect example. after our conversation, i got this thought in my head for a poem. about 2 hours later, i had the whole thing mapped out and was writing it down. i really like it. the muse finally read the poem i sent her the other day. she thought is was just an apology. when she read it again, she realized it was a poem. she did give me permission to get it published, so that will go out one of these days. and then once it gets published, it might become my next SoundCloud recording. so, to the muse, you beautiful soul, i love you and i always will. i just hope one day you decide i am worthy of your love.

the New Orleans Saints lost yesterday at home to Tampa Bay, 48-40. the defense was just god fucking awful. i really thought this was going to be the year the Saints actually started the season with a win. oh well. they are at home next week against Cleveland. if they start this season 0-2, it might be time to blow it the fuck up.

the New York Yankees pissed away chance after chance yesterday and lost at Seattle, 3-2. they play again tonight in Minnesota.

Big Brother was pretty good last night.

the season finale of Power was excellent last night. and then that fucking ending. i can't wait for the next season.

The Deuce was great last night.

Ballers was good last night.

Insecure was fucking great last night.

Last Week Tonight was hilarious.

Shameless was excellent last night.

Kidding was fucking hilarious and weird, at the same time. it was pretty much what i was expecting.

America to Me was really good last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and the series finale of Rest in Power: The Trayvon Martin Story. i'll be watching Monday Night Raw for most of the evening.

there's a doubleheader on Monday Night Football tonight. first game is the Jets vs. Lions and then the Raiders vs. Rams. i do hope the Jets win as that is mom and the muse's favorite team.

i got to sleep last night this morning. it was probably 5:45 when i got done with the last show of the night. i was up at 10 this morning.

our rain total from Friday afternoon to Sunday night was 11.7 inches.

that's all for me kids. i'm falling asleep trying to write this. time for a fucking nap.

i hope everyone had a great weekend.

Espero que estas palabras te hagan sonreír

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Dag Nabbit - It Can't Be So
Tori Amos - Angie
Brick - Dazz

"The road to success is always under construction." - Arnold Palmer

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: