Truckin', like the Do-Dah Man...

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So if you follow my blog page on Facebook, A Day in the Life,  then you know I've been on the road the last couple of days. I had to travel down to Tennessee for business purposes.

During my six hour drive I discovered satellite radio. I know, I know, hey welcome to the future cave man. Maybe I should phrase it as the rental car I had actually had satellite radio. We don't have it in our cars. So it came in pretty handy driving through these mountains.

I also discovered that I could totally be a truck driver. The open road, warm sunshine, the hum of the freeway under my feet. OK maybe that's the satellite radio talking, after all it is Friday Night.

I think the worst part about being a truck driver, besides the stereotypes, for me would be having to poop.

You see I'll go to a gas station to make a quick pit stop when I have to do the one, but noooooo way am I stopping at the nearest Speedway to do the 2.

So then you have to drive around until you find someplace that is fairly clean right? That is if you don't go to an actual truck stop. And in my book that's just as bad as the Speedway.

Now you're driving around looking for a McDonald's or a Chick-fil-A that accepts truck parking. So you pull the rig into the parking lot, head inside and make a B-line for the bathroom.

Then after you're finished you have to try to slink outta there because you know the 16 year old punk behind the counter saw you come in and now he's seeing you leave. You know he's going to make fun of you for just coming in and going to the can. So you have to at least order a coke so he thinks you came in for more than just to crap.

Yeah come to think of it, maybe being a trucker isn't for me.

J-Tony

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The Don

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This is our cat. He looks so peaceful and content doesn't he? About a year or so ago he stumbled into our backyard. He was so small I thought he was some grass blowing in the wind. He's been in our house every since.

But for our purposes tonight I'll call him Donnie Brasco.

This evening I go out to get some mowing done. Soon after, Mini-me decided to come outside looking for me. When he opened the door Donnie Brasco here, decides to shoot out the door, thus turning his back on the family. Said in my best Vito Corelone voice. In case you don't know he was the Don in the movie The Godfather. 

So the cat zooms out the back door and quickly can't be found. Now for me I say, seeeee yaaaa. But the clowns are pretty tore up. They all three come outside looking for the cat. One has his treats in her hand, while another is holding a piece of turkey. I guess he thought maybe the cat would smell it or something? I don't know. Now again for me, I've got no real investment in this cat. I mean if he decides to leave big deal. Just means no more litter to clean. He's got his claws and he's been fixed so aside from catching a mouse or two out here, what's he really bring to the table anyway? So I go on about my business weed eating around the house.

At one point Mini-me stops me and asks, dad do you even care that the cat left? To which I felt it would be best if I was honest and responded, not really. I mean, I've got stuff to do and it's not like we're looking for Big Foot here, it's a cat. More than likely he'll come back.

Well about dinner time I came in and saw my oldest sitting, staring out the window, so I decided I'd take a look around.

Turns out that after dinner he walked right up to the front door and the clowns let him in. Of course they were all just as happy as could be that he came back.

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As for this Don.. that cat is dead to me.

J-Tony

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Back to School

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So I have nothing interesting or funny to write about today. No today is sort of a sad day for me. Well maybe sad is not the right word. More nostalgic I guess.

You see my clowns start school tomorrow. This year my oldest will be in the 4th grade, and my youngest will be starting pre-school. Usually when the clowns go back to school it doesn't faze me in the least, but this year is a little different.

I know the ol' your only as old as you feel crap, but let me explain a little.

You see we have a little radio that sets in our kitchen. We don't use it much, just when the DW and I are playing cards or a game or something. Yes from time to time we actually enjoy each others company.

So anyway the other day my oldest asked me if she could take the radio and put it in her room. Which she did. That night all three of them were in their room having a dancing party. Now I told them that  I like dancing parties too, but they wouldn't let me in. Apparently they've been warned, informed of my dancing skills. 

OK so no big deal right? So they're listening to a little music right?

Except this is the first time that they've ever wanted to listen to music on their own. I mean when we're in the car or cleaning they have no choice really. They listen to whatever the DW and I listen to. But this. This is just the beginning of them staying in their room all night long with the stereo cranked up as loud as it will go. I mean, it won't be long before I'm beating on the wall yelling you dang clowns, turn down that racket. I don't know how you stand it up so loud. I can't even hear myself think out here. Boy that sounded like that old dude from UP didn't it?

And then tonight after Karate we stopped and had dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Taco Bell, and all three of them ordered off the adult menu.

Don't you see what's going on here People. They're growing up. They're getting older. Everybody always says that once they get in school the time just flies by. And it's started. It's happening. It's happening right now. Do you know what this means? Do you?

That's right. Only 12 more years until... THEY'RE GONE. 


J-Tony


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