anyone else counting the days....?

im guilty...as charged! i know...just about..the amount of days left for syds stay here at my house...

lets see...its september 13th...shes a sophomore....so lets say shes off to college mid august right...2013....1065 days left!

i go to sbux every am and run into many i know...many i havent seen in awhile....many ive met over the years....its clockwork...one lady always asked about me kids...i used to bring them in from time to time...now they dont deserve it so they stay home and i dont bring them shit! this lady asked me this am about syd....how old is she now?...i answered 15 ..16 in november...and went on to tell her that she has a little over 1000 days left at home! the lady looked at me like i was a demon er something...."well scott, you will regret feeling that way...you will miss her...enjoy these days, it goes by so fast!"

yeah right! shut up you old bag! i felt like saying...!

ok..well i cant wait until she can drive....how about that? im so sick of shuttling this thankless female everywhere...i pick her up almost everyday from golf practice....she fuggen hates golf....shes fuggen good at it.....but hates it! so i have to schlep over there and pick her up and hear how much she hates it....wtf is that? i told her this am to quit golf....im sick of her not liking it...and im sick of having to pick her up in east jesus from a sport she hates...!!!! how was golf? i hate golf! rinse repeat..... i cant wait until she can drive and im not nervous in the least of her driving...im all in...just go drive yourself! beat it!!!!

fugg it bros... kids are space invaders...they spend the shit out of your money and make huge piles of messes in your once nice custom home....thankless bastards! i guess thats their purpose because they are great at it....they constantly take our shit...without asking....they hardly ever thank you for shit...its expected that mom and dad just bend over and take it up the ass for everything...

do colleges give scholarships for mess making....shit disturbing...ingratefulness....thats the only way my kids will be able to go to a solid college...hello MIZZOU!

greatness awaits you if you want it...kids...wifey and i arent holding our breadth tho...we'd have died along time ago if we had...

universal constants:::

the following are given constants::::

1> every fall..i get fired up about the oakland raiders kickoff....about 2 hrs after kickoff, im already drinking makers to forget the last 2 hrs of raider football...

2> every monday after yesterdays raider game, i look forward to the following sundays kickoff...

3> every sunday after the raiders previous sunday debale, i repeat universal constants 1 & 2

4> after every raider season, im broke from the amount of money i spend on makers mark and family shrink sessions

5> in the off season, i cannot wait for the next season to kickoff...because the raiders always start the season in first place!

squash league

yes! finally...squash league begins this friday...not squash the vegetable...funny...when you mention squash, thats the first thing people think of...wtf...why would anyone want to be in a squash growing contest?...altho there are probably more squash vegetable growing leagues than there are real SQUASH leagues...sad...

squash is the ultimate of all games/sports ive ever played....and ive played just about every sport...except fencing..which im going to try sometime this winter...

squash kicks ass...its a fast paced game that moves slowly...if you have good footy work

and decent reach, you are able to hold your shot...thus making it feel slow...weird i know...but so are squashers..

once again, im stuck in level 3 of my newly drafted team...my capt is #1...i know i can play with the #2s...and they know it too...but once again "FLICKA" (my squash name) is stuck in the b to b minuses..level 2's are A-'s to B+'s....fugg you all if you think differently!

catch that attitude i just showed there? that is very indicative of how these wanna be pompous assholes act in the

world

of squash. everyone, and i mean everyone who plays this fuggen sport feels that they are way...and i mean WAY better than they really are... and sadly enough, you can lose anytime to just about anyone in this fuggen game....and when you lose to an "inferior"...it stews and boils for the victim...thats the bad part...you hear about it and the asshole that took you down feels like they are a world beater...also, superior players are reluctant to play down thusly, FLICKA has no one to play with anymore....im in a squash groundhog day...squash truman show...every day is the same....my boys have all moved on and wont play with me....their reasons are different....i dont brag when i win, i throw tantrums after both winning and losing! im great for the first 2 games...then i start getting tired and well...all hell breaks loose...

i think ive scared everyone off over the years...i get crazy possessed and want to win so much...i throw things...racquet's (ive bought 2000 bucks worth ez)...i stomp chairs (they have no chance vs the size 13 eeee's)...tomahawked racquets onto the basketball courts (great toss away)...walked off court many times...taking my ball with me...it goes on and on...and i mean on and on...the cussing is the worst....

we play in an open...very open gym like room...and many times, the little ones are shooting hoops or playing tag in the gym while flicka is doing battle....over the years, FLICKA has been responsible for over 500 parents explaining to their young ones what the F word is...thats my go to default word for everything really...its such a release...the ultimate of all therapy for me.....FUGG!!!!....oh i feel so much better! my kids are so proud....they have been there while dad has blown his top...makes for a great dinner time story...wifey loves it...

with league starting...i feel good about my game..and feel good that ill be able to play some other folks....its tough for me to get a game with others...this forces the issue on em...they have to play me...ha! im gunna crush em!

back...with chiggers

ive been out of commish for the last week er so... i say sorry to my flock...oh and what a tiny pitiful flock it is...not the quality....the quantity...

nothing really changes after a weeks time....kids still are a pain...still counting the days when my teen leaves for college....still cant get the bubbas to watch football with their old man...i get coffee every am for wifey...shuttle kids to skewl...by the time i get back home to my office, wifey is gone to work...we pass in the night and catch up....sleep...wake up..rinse and repeat....truman show...thats how we roll...

went to a friends farm over the labor day weekend...we all had a fuggen blast...and how couldnt you? our host has the most bitchinest, coolest, bestest farm/ranch ive ever been to....this place has 3 luxurious log houses(we are talking custom...head to toe) on a 450 acre spread that includes fresh springs, creeks, cliffs, and....and....and..the most incred/cool/way cooler than anything/rad man cave ever known to MAN....im talking about the barn of all barns...this place..this structure... houses a huge john deere tractor (the cat daddy of all tractors..custom seat..a/c...custom sound...the werks) ...a bulldozer/front loader...a full machine shop where motorcycles and airplanes are being built...so many cool tools that spicoli's dad would be a green eyed jealous bastard...also included are 2 4 wheelers, a sweeeeet jd gator, etc etc etc...all the toys...this place was so clean and pristine, youd want to eat your meal off the floor...u want a plate? no thanks..ill have my eggs on the floor! the ultimate was the music playing thru the most ultimate of sound systems.....the grateful dead station on 24/7....heaven!

we had a blast...for 3 days i forgot about all the shit sandwiches our real world serves up....it was greatness..! until i pulled multiple ticks off my hinter regions and realized what chiggers do to ones body....wtf! ...my entire existence itches....i know...dont scratch....fugg that!!!!!!

im outy over the holiday...ill motivate you with these gems

proverb

CAUTION is a great word...there is no ambiguous meaning....

"a warning against danger or evil..."

proverb: CAUTION when choosing bidness partners...run away when THEY choose you!

you son of a...oh...hey bro...whats up brutha !?

im at a stop light ...in big d (tundra crew max)...i was in the left turn lane...mindin my own bidness...suddenly...this sob (from the street im turning onto) turns left right in front of me...i mean he cut his turn way short...i was ready to fuggen go off with verbal and gesticular (not a word...but cool use of a cool word) mayhem when all of a sudden i realized how special this sob was...he and i share probably the most special of all things in life....he too drives a toyota tundra crew max...altho not nearly as cool as big d, his truck was the same make and year, but lacked in many ways....so saundoggy morphed from irate mode to instant "nod of approval" mode...i looked at this stranger, who just about took off my front side, and nodded his way...and this fugger nodded back...as to say "hey...youre cool." ...he most likely realized that big d was superior tho, that had to hurt him a little...

wtf just happened????...just because this sob is driving the same rig as im driving, EVERYTHING is cool...this guy could have just beat his wife and kids....this sob couldve just robbed a bank (which is cool by me ...i hate banks...fuggen pussies)....he couldve been the nastiest, worst, smelliest, ugliest human on this planet....BUT...hes behind the wheel of my trucks make and model....i can hear the pretty birds chirping....i can see the wind blown grass in the meadow nearby...the deer are frolicking....the brook is babbling (wtf does that mean anyway?) the universe ...life...everything is all good!

it struck me as a very odd, yet probably a popular and common reaction...i likened it to "fandom"...i do the same thing whenever i see a complete stranger wearing the "silver and black"....the shield of the greatest team in all of sports history...the Oakland Raiders! i treat my fellow raider fans like family....they have to be cool because they are fans of MY team....the Raiders belong to me...i own them...thats how i feel...conversation goes something like this:

you nod because hes wearing my colors...

Me: "raider fan eh?"

fellow: "ya"

Me: "cool"

fellow: "cool"

Me: "we suck again!"

fellow: "ya"

Me: "well... see ya"

fellow: "ya"

all is good...and thats that....thats the way of things when you share the crew max/raider type BONDS!