Archive for July, 2012

I have a blog….still

Posted in Uncategorized on July 17, 2012 by bigdaddygouda

I wish I was writing to tell you something really amazing has happened. But I’m not. Thankfully, however, Im neither writing to tell you some sad news. I just figure I haven’t written in a while so I’m at least going to write something.

I’m going to be 35 in three days. I’m going to officially be in my “mid-30s.” That feels odd to write. And I think most teenagers think of a 35 year old as….OLD.

I don’t feel OLD, but at the same time I don’t really feel young either. In simplest terms, I kinda just FEEL. If that makes any sense. Most days I’m happy, some days I’m sad and others, I suppose I’m just going through the motions, which I assume is what a lot of people feel these days.

The most fun I have lately is hanging with Keely’s boys. Aidan just turned 11 while Grayson is five. I’m taking Aidan to his first Yankee game in a few weeks and it’s really all he’s been talking about since we agreed to go. To make it up to Grayson I told him we can see a movie, just the two of us, have lunch and McDonalds and then venture to Toys R Us so he can spend his $25 gift certificate. He had but one request, “Can Aidan come to?”

My niece Bella just turned two. She has a bond with my dog Andy that only a few children are lucky enough to have with an animal. He tolerates her tugging and screeching like he tolerates no one else. Andy has never really been fond of children, mostly because the ones he grew up with were constantly twisting his ears, dousing him with water and making loud noises but he loves Bella and that is good.

I’ve seen some really good movies lately. Moonrise Kingdom and Savages come to mind. Spiderman was better than expected while Prometheus and Men in Black kind of disappointed me and Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter is easily the worst thing that ever happened to Lincoln inside a theater. Can’t wait for The Dark Knight Rises.

Speaking of disappointed. Game of Thrones Season 2 really let me down while I’ve completely given up on True Blood. Mad Men and Breaking Bad continued to be the best shows on Television and I’ve recently grown fond of Parenthood and Longmire.

Living is Waterbury is kind of cool. I have a lot more privacy that i’ve ever had. No one really comes to visit me because I don’t live close to my friends. Some of them wouldn’t even know how to get here exactly. I plan on having a pool party before the summer runs out so I’ll keep everyone posted on that.

I have a new nickname for my father. While he’ll always be “Porkchop” the name “Daddy Downer” really fits him these days. Everytime I visit him, which is about once or twice a week, he always tells me about someone he knows who has been diagnosed with some terrible disease or an old friend from high school who died. I always respond with, “That’s too bad,” but where is the good news?

Speaking of bad news, Keely’s husband Charlie, lost an uncle recently to cancer. His name was Bill and he was a good man. The first time I met him was at Charlie’s 30th Birthday Party at Danielle’s. He didn’t know who I was but realized I was having trouble putting my Dodge Neon in reverse. He diagnosed the problem and told me how to fix it.

I’m fully aware that because of Facebook you never really lose touch with anyone these days. Status updates are constantly filled with where people are going on vacation, what they are eating and whether they are dating or single. You know, the important stuff. Facebook is like my fridge. I know there is nothing there yet I check it every 10 minutes.

Speaking of single or dating, yes I’m single. What else is new? I met a girl a while back and we went out on a few dates. That is news to some I know because I refused to share it on Facebook. We had a few fun times but she was in her mid 20s and we were just in different places. That’s why I say it didn’t work out. If you asked her she will probably tell you I was a fun guy but just a little too fat and a bit too poor for her. Bitch.

That’s really all I have to say right now. I’ll leave you with a joke:

What two things in the air can make a woman pregnant?

Her Feet.