My sister lives in Houston. She loves my kids so when they called her a couple of months ago and asked if she could get tickets to the All American Rejects concert, she agreed. She came down for Thanksgiving and took them back with her Friday just in time to make the concert Friday night.
They went to the concert and apparently had a blast. They got back today with cups, programs, jackets ... and a left shoe. That's right ... I said a (single) left-hand, cocoa brown, white and cream colored shoe that they didn't leave with and didn't belong to them until Friday night.

Hey! It's somebody's brand new Nike tennis shoe!

The concert was at the Reliant Center and was general admission so Ryan and them made their way to the front of the stage. According to all accounts, a good time was had by all.
You know how some drummers throw their drumsticks to the audience during the concert? Guitar players do the same thing with their picks. It's nice ... gives the fans sitting close a little lagniappe. Lagniappe is Cajun for "a little something extra."
It seems the lead singer for the All American Rejects is a guy named Tyson Ritter and Tyson has his own way of giving a little lagniappe ... at the end of the concert, he throws his shoes into the audience.
Yep, you guessed it. My son, who's life I entrusted to my sister, got down in the mud, the blood and the beer and came home with the shoe. It cost him a cut finger and a fat lip but by God, he got it!

*sniff* I'm so proud!

Maybe I should get him an agent for the book and "movie of the week" deals that are bound to be just around the corner. Can anybody say "Ebay here I come?" I wonder if it's too late to get it signed?
edit: We have decided upon further reflection to engage the services of a lawyer and sue the band, the Reliant Center and my sister for endangering the life of a minor with willful disregard, emotional trauma, psychological distress, medical fees for the horrific injuries received during said melee and punitive damages to teach them all a lesson. Pffft. Who needs Ebay!

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Wow ... is my face red! I predicted for HNT that McNeese State would beat the Montana Griz in the first round of the Division 1 college football playoffs. I did my HNT in support of my alma mater but apparently they don't think I'm the least bit sexy because they went to Montana and promptly got their asses handed to them on a plate.
The final score was 31-6 with McNeese's only scores coming as a result of a pair of first half field goals. There was one bit of excitement during the game ... a Griz receiver went out for a pass and when he came down, put his hand down to break his fall. His forearm snapped in half a la Joe Theisman's leg. It was horrific! The young man was able to get up and walk off the field after his arm was immobilized so that's good news but DAYUMN! That had to hurt. So Os, Moose, Rachel and all the rest of the Montana Mafia, congratulations. The best team truly won and I wish you luck as you progress toward the championship. Just wait until next year though.
You know I couldn't go without posting a few more pics either didn't ya? If you are getting tired of them just say so and I'll listen and do it anyway. My smart assed son was bragging that triptophan only affected old people on Thanksgiving. He was under the impression that young people had more energy and therefore were less succeptible to the siren song of the after dinner nap.

Zzzzzzzzzzz! Snoorrrk!

This was about two minutes after he put his plate in the kitchen. HA! Punk Ass Kid!
Here are a few more I took while at the parent's abode for Thanksgiving day.

Forest reflected in glass

Blair Witch Tommy says "I see dead people!"

Gear sprocket with chain

As always there are more on Flickr. If you can't find them drop me a line and I'll walk you to them or you could just click here I guess.
So there you have it. That was my Saturday but now Giada DeLaurentiis and Mario Batali are talking about Italian Christmas so I gotta go. I mean Mario is a great chef and all, but have you seen the rack on Giada? JAYSUS! Ooops, she just bent over ... Bye!

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Meet my brother Kevin (middle child), my sister Alisa (the baby) and me (oldest and wisest)!

It's Friday and I'm still recovering from yesterday. I was up until 5 a.m. this morning doing some work ... Okay, I was fucking around on the computer and lost track of time ... shaddup! In any case I did tweak my template and got some things done that I had been thinking about for a while.
Most of you will notice no difference at all, but they make me happy. I also replaced my header. I don't know what to think of it. I guess I'm pretty happy with it but I don't know if it will stay long because I have some other ideas in mind. We'll see.
I have a ton of pictures to work on so I'll keep this short. The kids are gone this weekend. My sister took them back to Houston for the All American Rejects concert tonight, the STBX is working so that leaves me to my own devices tonight. I think I'll just kick back and relax a bit.
My dad is a packrat. He keeps everything and the back yard of the house shows it. There are old cars he bought and never got around to fixing, a million old lawnmowers, shit he's scavenged through the years for this project or the other ... and the first bike I ever bought myself. It was a Peugeot racing bike and I bought it with money I earned from a paper route delivering the Anchorage Times. I found it in the weeds yesterday and broke out the macro lens. I know you're getting tired of this shit but it's the phase I'm in right now. Better that than whining about how much life sucks, right? I agree so here are a couple to start off with.

Now go away. I gotta get back to work ... or sleep, whatever.

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Oh man, am I freaking miserable! This kinda pisses me off. I had one single plate for dinner tonight. That plate consisted of dressing, mashed potatoes, lima beans, green bean casserole and cranberry sauce. It was a small plate but I am still stuffed and miserable nine hours later! I didn't even eat any turkey or ham ya'll! WTF is wrong with me? Oh well, it's all over but the bellyache now I suppose. The important thing is I spent a wonderful day with my family and had a great time. I have a point and shoot camera that I am sooooo thankful for. Remember? It's the one I researched with Beth, went over the options and then bought what she told me to? Yeah, that one. It's a Sony Cybershot DSC P200. I also bought the adapter and the wide conversion lens. I love, Love, LOVE this camera! While I was over at mom and dad's getting stuffed better than the turkey was, I took about 150 pics. Now they all aren't great shots but I think there are a few in there. I am going to be photoshopping them this weekend and posting them on Flickr. Here is just one of them.

I am very thankful for my camera and the pictures I am able to capture with it. I hope you got as miserable as I did today and that it was a good day for you. I need to get to bed now ... I'm miserable from the food ... or hadn't you heard? Oh and Black Friday? If you take part you are a braver man than I am Charlie Brown. I think I'll continue my usual tradition of doing all my shopping the weekend before Christmas and take my chances then. I mean everybody loves a Summer Sausage gift basket from 7-11, right? Happy Thanksgiving. I'll be back tomorrow with more pics to share. (God I'm such a girl!)

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Today is Thanksgiving Day. Wanna know what I'm Thankful for? Read the post below this one. That's not all, but it's a good start.
I am also thankful that at the ripe old age of 40, I graduated college. I have the distinction of being the first member of my family ever to achieve that honor and it makes me proud to have done so. I started at McNeese State University in Lake Charles, LA in the fall of 1996. I was 34. Okay, so I was on the seven year plan but damn it, I did it and that's all that counts. I brought my G.P.A. up from a 0.76 to a 2.85 (that's a whole other post) by the time I walked the aisle. No mean feat if I do say so myself.
I always loved going to the football games and we had some pretty good teams through the years. I lived so close to the stadium that on those days we didn't go, I could sit on my porch drinking beer, listening to the game on the radio and hear the crowd noise and cannons blast every time the Cowboys scored. I can hear you asking yourself: "Okay Tommy, I get the thankful part, but what the hell does that have to do with HNT?" Sheesh! I'm getting to that. Patience Grasshoppers!
This year was a tough year for the Pokes. Tough as in extremely competitive but they cowboy'd up despite a controversial coaching shakeup a few games into the season. Last week the McNeese Cowboys were crowned the champions of the Southland Conference. This Saturday, the Cowboys travel to Montana to take on our favorite HNT daddy's favorite team. That's right, my McNeese Cowboys face off against Osbasso's Montana Griz in the first round of the playoffs. Now what's a brother to do? Show his colors of course. So I present ...

HNT the Cowboy Up! version

Go Pokes and take it to the Griz! Oh and if you clicky, clicky, you might just get a surprise. Go ahead! It's SFW. Really!
I've also told you guys on various occasions that I was a bit of a freak. I used to have dyed blond hair down below my shoulders. During that period, I also was quite the piercing freak. Not a brave one, but I always believed quantity made up for not having the balls to pierce someplace like ... well, my balls for instance. I did have four ... in one ear ... and still do ... see?

How's this for a "two fer?" The boy got holes in his head!

I would have gotten another in the same ear but mom dad and the spousal unit convinced me that four was probably enough. Why did I listen to them? I have no answer. God I am such a rebel!
So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. HHNT and Happy Thanksgiving all. Hope yours is as great as mine will be ... I hope. Wanna get in on the fun? Go see a real winner (even though he's gonna be on the losing side of this football pick. I **gulp** hope.) and lets get Nekkid and give thanks ya'll! Oh yeah, I'm also thankful for boobies ... and asses ... and women in general. Just sayin.

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Happy Thanksgiving

I am Thankful for friends. New friends, old friends, friends that offer unconditional love and support. Thank you so much, you know who you are. I am thankful for family. My brother and sister are coming in today and this will be the first time the whole family has been together for the holidays in several years. I thank the gods I don't believe in for allowing that to happen. I am thankful for my children and, yes, even my wife. She is their mother, I am their father, we have been married coming up on 22 years and we will always have that connection in common no matter what happens to us. My kids are my life. I just wish I had been a better father to them as they were growing up. In spite of my failings as a parent, they turned out to be well behaved, well mannered, independent young men. For that I am thankful. I am thankful for love. Love found, love fought over, love lost and love growing. Love makes me feel alive and I am thankful to have known it in the past year. I am thankful for my job. It's a career with a good future ahead of me. I work with some really great people doing important work. Sometimes I forget that and for that I am ashamed. I am thankful for the Soldiers whose stories I tell. For those serving in a cold desert far from family or on a lonely guard post looking into North Korea. They serve for an ideal they believe is worth their lives .. freedom. Thank you for your service I am thankful for my parents. Over the years we have had our differences. I have broken their hearts. But they have always been there every time I needed anything, be it $1,000 or an encouraging word. Thank you mom and dad. I am thankful to be living in the greatest nation on the face of the planet. We squabble, we infight and backbite. We have our problems, but even our poor have a better life than those in 99% of the world. Thank you America for continuing to be the land of opportunity. I know I have been down and morose, bellicose and a general downer lately, but I am thankful today for life. For the ability to get up in the morning and go to work. For health and bountiful plenty. For the ability to feel joy and pain and know that as long as I feel them, I am alive and able to fight another day. It's good to be alive. I am truly thankful today. How about you? Happy Thanksgiving everybody ... with all my love. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going over to mom's and help her with the baking. We got folks coming over!

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Alright, enough with the wah-wah shit. I told you I subscribe to bloglines. (You should really check it out) Not only can you subscribe to feeds of your favorite blogs (like mine for instance) but they have a shit pile of other sites that you can subscribe to. I subscribe to Darkgate Comic Slurper. It is a site that has about a bazillion comics listed. You can choose as many comics from the list as you want and they will gather all of them daily and deliver them to one spot for easy perusal. It's fucking awesome ya'll! There are a lot of comics I have never heard of and even some adult comics. So I picked out a few that sounded cool to me just to see what they are all about. I think I hit the jackpot. Check this one out:

HAHAHAHAHA! I love it!

On top of that, I was doing man-on-the-street interviews today and met a woman named ... are you ready ...
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Winter Coates ...
I swear to God I did. Made my mother fucking day ya'll.
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Well, it did damn it!

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I'm alive and still sober. Look, I don't know what's going on with me. I know the medicine I was taking seemed to be working but I guess it's not ... or at least not like I need it too. I'm depressed, I get angry at the drop of a hat. A look, a perceived slight, I mean anything that happens sets me down that fucking road to self-pitysville and I'm not used to that. I'm the life of the party, the guy that always sees the glass half full, the guy with the easy smile and belly laugh. But it seems that guy went AWOL. I haven't seen him for a couple of months and you can only fake it for so long. (Ever seen "Weekend at Bernies"?)
I was really looking forward to getting some recovery-type shit started with that appointment yesterday and when they canceled it that started the ball rolling. The rest of the day went downhill from that point. I am (internally) on the defensive on a lot of fronts these days and under a great deal of pressure. I brood, obsess, over analyze and generally drive myself fucking nuts. Sometimes shit just gets into my head and grows and grows until I feel it leaking out my ears and nose. I'm also dealing with the demise of two relationships. One of which absolutely decimated me. I feel like a knife has been shoved in my guts and they are spilling out all over my shoes. Sometimes thinking about that makes me want to fucking just give up. I mean, really? What's the point.
Most of the time, I feel I don't have anyplace to turn, anyone to talk to or anyway to get rid of these feelings and that just adds to the depression. I know friends tire of it. I mean seriously, who wants to continually hear about my problems? I doubt I'd be stopping by, IMing or reading me either if I were subjected to the pile of shit that seems to rule my conversations and waking thoughts right now. I know what I have to do. I have to nut up, grow up and get the fuck over it. I'm trying but it isn't easy. Apparently I'm not as strong as I thought I was. "Welcome to being grown ups," right?
I don't mean to scare or worry anybody. I'm not gonna drink or hurt myself. I don't mean to depress you or run you off either. I appreciate those that did contact me and offered their concern, advice and encouragement. You'll never really understand what that means to me. Thank you.
This shit storm, too shall pass and one day I'll be better. Until then you should probably stay away or buckle up cause it could be a fairly bi-polar ride. Just giving you fair warning.

Just feeling like roadkill ... mmmmm gumbo!

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I called to get directions to my doctor's appointment this morning (it's in another city about an hour or so drive from here.) I get ahold of the receptionist and tell her my name and who my appointment is with. Before I can get to the directions part, she informs me that doctor fucking Freud will not be coming in today. She's sorry, but they tried to call me on my cell phone to tell me about it, unfortunately the cell was not accepting phone calls. Don't even ask me about that. Suffice it to say that I was a drunk at one time who couldn't be trusted with a debit/credit card or the checkbook. Alternate monetary arrangements were made, arrangements I thought would be fine even through the divorce. I was wrong and am paying for it. Sorry, I know. Way TMI but fuck it, I'm pissed.
The earliest Dr. Freudenstein could reschedule me was late January. I don't know if I'm gonna make it through the holidays. I feel like my fucking head is gonna explode like Gene Simmons' in "To Live and Die in LA." I was really looking forward to this appointment and just feel like the bottom has fallen out. I'm barely hanging on. I feel like Beetle fucking Baily hanging off the cliff holding on to that thin, weak-assed little branch. I have taken Wednesday through Nov. 26 off and may not be around much. I haven't decided. I seriously just wanna throw in the fucking towel ya'll. I just need to get the fuck away.
Oh, and apparently on top of everything else, I'm not a shameless, hard core flirt. I'm a lying, manipulative, skirt chasing whore without an ounce of moral fortitude in my body. Just thought you might like to know before you decide to get close. I'm tired. I'm going for a long drive. See ya whenever.

Fuck it

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 2:15 PM | Permalink

Bring it ...

stolen from here

Today? I'm waiting on a pina colada cheesecake to cool. One can of crushed pineapple and a cup of shredded coconut added with coconut sprinkled on top. MMMMM. There was something else I was going to blog about but I'll be damned if I can remember what it was. I really need to start writing shit down.
On the positive side, I slept in a bit today and then walked around the house stark raving ass naked until about 2 p.m. It was freaking glorious! You should try it sometime.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow that I am a little nervous about. Some of you know what it is and will understand. The rest of you please just send good thoughts. It isn't life threatening or anything but it's enough to worry me a bit. I may or may not talk about it here as it is pretty personal and not something I'm dying to stand on the mountaintop and shout to the world.
Finally on this week of Thanksgiving, I want to tell you, my readers and friends, thank you. You all mean the world to me (yes, even you lurkers. I see you out there. Why don't you come out of the closet and say "Hi?" I don't bite ... unless you're into that kind of thing) and I appreciate you on levels you will never know about. Thanks for making me a part of your life. Hope your week goes well and wish me luck.

I hate clowns!

again, stolen from here

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First off, I had to work today. Really? That's not a bad thing. I had to take a few pictures and do a couple of segments for T.V. Easy money.
I wanted to be at work by about 10:30 a.m. My youngest son, who is spending the night with grandma (and knows when I want to leave), has gone to breakfast with his GF. She conveniently doesn't answer her phone or check her messages as we are trying to get hold of him. Parents are getting more pissed as time rolls on.
They drag their asses back into the house about 11. Between the pissiness and all, we get loaded up and on the road. I'm talking to him, or trying to, about what's going on at the house, reassuring him that even though his mom and I may get pissy at each other, we shouldn't take it out on them. Apologizing for doing so. He's having a tough time with the divorce and the uncertainty I think. As were talking, I notice he's chewing his fingernails. THEY LOOK HORRIBLE. Take a look.

All together now .. IEW!

I mention that he has fingers like his uncle and grandma who used to gnaw their fingernails halfway up the nail bed. It was disgusting! He calmly looks over at me and says "No. It's a fucking hangnail!" I was so shocked all I could do was laugh about it. Here is the offending nail.

Ok! Double IEW!

Like I always say, at least he ain't doing the same shit I was doing when I was his age. I can take the occasional accidental F-bomb as a trade off for that.
edit: I take that back. I just found a pack of MY cigarettes and a lighter in his jacket. I guess we have some more talking to do. Wish me luck.

When I woke up this morning, the STBX was on the phone with her boyfriend. I went into the bathroom to get a towel for a shower. When I came back out, she saw me and the next thing I know she's off the phone and puttering around the house. She had to work tonight too. I would think that she would have mentioned it to him but apparently I was wrong. I answered the phone at about 8 p.m. and it was him asking for her. I told him she worked till 11 p.m. (that is her regular shift and she talks to him every night after work until about 1 a.m. which is no biggie) to which he replied that it was Saturday and he didn't think she worked. I told him again she had to work today. He must have thought I was one of the kids or he's got balls the size of Ohio. He started asking me how I was doing and making a little small talk like nothing was wrong. I almost laughed in his ear. My question is to all the divorcees out there. Is that when you really know it's over? When your significant other's new boyfriend calls and you don't feel anything but amusement? Cuz really? That's all I felt. Is that strange or weird? I dunno, but it's where I'm at right now and I'm pretty happy about that. If he wants her and she wants him, more power to them.
Finally I got to spend a little quality time with my camera today. Here are a couple of the pics I took.

The first is an old country barn I found. The second is the keys of an ancient typewriter I found in my dad's shop and the third is me and Mr. F-bomb taken through a souvenir megaphone. The mouthpiece fits perfectly around my lens. If you like there are more on Flikr. Hope your weekend is going well. Till tomorrow, peace out.

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So I'm covering a story on a unit going through urban training today. These guys and gals are having to move from a start point to a two story building with a basement. They have to move like they are in combat ... you know, stealthy. When they get to the building they come under fire and their task is to then enter the building, kill the bad guys without getting killed and rescue any civilians or hostages they find inside.
They use a laser tag type setup to do this safely. Spread throughout the building, there are live opposing forces with guns and mannequins. The dummies have been dressed up, some as terrorists and some as civilians. They have also been equipped with these laser sensors. That lets Soldiers know if they screw up and kill a friendly target. Hey better to learn and practice here than in a real live situation, right? Now keep in mind. It's Soldiers that set the dummies up and wire them to work. Here's one of the dummies that was in the building the squad I was embedded with had to clear.

FUCK YOU G.I. Allah Akbar!

Now who says Soldiers don't have a sense of humor? Happy Friday and have a good weekend. I've had all I can take today and am heading to the house. Peace out!

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Complicated

by Carolyn Dawn Johnson

I'm so scared that the way I feel,
Is written all over my face.
When you walk into the room,
I wanna find a hiding place.
We used to laugh, we used to hug,
the way that old friends do.
But now, a smile and a touch of your hand,
Just makes me come unglued.
Such a contradiction, do I lie or tell the truth.
Is it fact or fiction,
Oh the way I feel for you.

So complicated, I'm so frustrated.
I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away,
I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay.
Should I say it? Should I tell you how I feel?
Oh, I want you to know.
But then again, I don't. It's so complicated.

Oh..just when I think I'm under control.
I think I finally got a grip.
Another friend tells me that,
My name is always on your lips.
They say I'm more than just a friend,
they say I must be blind.
Well, I admit that I've seen you watch me
from the corner of your eye.
Oh, It's so confusing. I wish you'd just confess.
But think of what I'd be losing,
if your answer wasn't yes.

So complicated I'm so frustrated,
I wanna hold you close, I wanna push you away,
I wanna make you go, I wanna make you stay.
Should I say it, should I tell you how I feel.
Oh I want you to know, but then again I don't, It's so complicated.

Oh, I hate it. 'Cuz I've waited.
So long for someone like you
Oh, what do I do.
Oh should I say it.
Should I tell you how I feel.
I want you to know,but then again I don't.
It's so complicated..
It's so complicated..
It's so complicated.
Ohh..

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Man, I must be losing my fucking mind today. You ever have those days when you can't remember ... now what the fuck was I gonna say?

Mine is loose. How's yours?

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First off, let me brag a little bit. I look at the calendar on my sidebar and notice that I have posted every day since Nov. 4. I am proud of myself. So there. If you want to be notified on a daily basis when I post some new bit of universe-explaining, enlightening or frightfully funny pearls of wisdom, put your e-mail in the box in the sidebar (the one in the box titled "Follow the Gunn") and as if by magic, you will know the minute the magic leaves my fingertips.
Now for HNT. I have a pretty poor self image when it comes to my body. I never really liked it. I thought I was fat (I was) and just generally unattractive. I started weight lifting when I was about 12 years old and laid a foundation for a pretty good body, but laziness took hold and I never really finished up. One thing I have liked about my body (one of the only things) are my legs. I do a lot of walking and, as a news photographer, most of the time I was carrying about 70 pounds worth of shit when I did. I love my calves...

I Like 'Em!

I also love my thighs and my forearms. Unfortunately, the pictures of them turned out like shit so this is what you get. HHNT everybody.

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What? You want more? Damn! Well don't say I never go out of my way to please you people. OK. The only thing I ever wanted to be in life was a singer or an actor. I sing well (or used to) and really loved acting. I went out for a bunch of plays throughout my life and in about 75% of them, I got the lead. Unfortunately, I let my parents convince me that acting and singing were worthless pursuits. "Get a real job," they told me and "Work on that in your spare time." I listened and put away my dreams but the other day I was going through some pics and found this ...

"Charlottes Web" staring Tommy Gunn as Wilbur

Yeah, I'm the guy in pink with the cute hat. This was the first play I ever went out for and the picture was taken during full dress rehearsal (even though the set wasn't completed yet.) As an aside, this was in Alaska and the girl that played Charlotte won the Miss Teen America pagent that year. She was fucking HOT. Leslie Griffiths, 1976-77. Hummina! See? I've always been a pig! Now go check out the other people's nekkidness. I'm sure they are much prettier than I am. Wanna play? Go see Os, the great and terrible (but I hear he really isn't that terrible once you get to know him) and you might find a different side of the pig here. HHNT everybody and have a great Thursday!

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Shhhhhhh! Man at Work.

So I got this important training this afternoon from 1-4 p.m. It's very important and I have been practicing all night to be able to pay attention properly. Wish me luck and don't do anything I wouldn't while I'm gone. Hey! Your tax dollars at work!

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I was surfing the other day and came to Lee Ann's blog and she had this post up about taking pictures or telling about 4 things that are in your office. Being a lazy whore and a thief, I immediately appropriated it for my own nefarious usage. So four things that are in my office ... the Photo Journey:

The freaking coffee station that I never use

Just a few of my statues and figurines junking up the place.

This is my little Italian Chef Clock

and finally...

A few more figurines and my extensive candle collection (Yeah, so I'm a girl. shaddup!)

There you have it. Wanna play along? Leave it in the comments or play on your own blog. Till tomorrow ... Tommy Out! PEACE!

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Louisiana sunset

Beautiful Day
by U2

The heart is a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand
In return for grace

It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination

You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
Was a beautiful day

Can you say "manic/depressive" boys and girls? How about "Bi-polar?" I knew you could! I'm so proud. **sniff**

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For some reason I am in a terrible mood today. Maybe it was looking through all those family photos that did it. Where the fuck did those times go? What the fuck happened between then and now? How did life get so fucked up? Why isn't it fucking easy anymore? I wish the fuck I knew. Think I could say fuck a dozen or so more times in this opening fucking paragraph? May-fucking-be. Fuck!
I did do something that made me feel good today. I know, this isn't supposed to be a fucking photoblog, but it is for right now. Get over it. There is an old rusted out car sitting in front of a trashed house that I see everyday on my way home from work. I think it used to be a gas station or something. I have been wanting to get out and shoot it for a long time now and today, I did. I went down there and shot 200 pictures. Here is a sample of my day.

Car and Shack

Hood latch

Comet logo

Reflection in Bumper

There are many more than this on Flickr. Just hit the little badge in the sidebar and viola! You're magically transported there. I will have more on there in the next day or so, so check back (if you give a shit.) I'm off tomorrow so I'll try and have something so hilariously funny it'll make you choke on a cranberry. Or something profound, or ... just fucking something okay? Sorry. Remember boys and girls, Doctor Tommy says "Don't blog depressed ... blog drunk. At least then you have an excuse for the headache." Thank you Doctor Tommy, I'll be here all week.

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$6,000 dollars worth of braces makes. Don't believe me?

Before ...

... and after

I rest my case.

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Okay, so I'm a glutton for punishment. Here are several more pics I found today. Enjoy.

This is my mom. All I can say is DAYUMN! Mom! You wuz a hawtie! I can see why dad fell in love with you. (Is saying that like ... IEW! or what? But you gotta admit, she is hot!)

The original Mommy Gunn

This is my grandma. (My mom's mom)

Grandma Dodd

And as long as we're posing for baby pics ...

Your humble author and his baby brother (3 weeks old,) Kevin

And to complete the embarrassment, May I present a true representative of the class of '80.

Class of '80 in da hizzouse, fo shizze!

Have a good weekend all.

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First off, I successfully accomplished the backup and reinstall of Windows last night. Yeah I was only up until about 4 (okay 6) a.m. (shaddup. Like you never got obsessed over anything in YOUR perfect life! Pffft) Everything seems to be working well (fingers crossed) and I am pretty happy with the result so far. I'll let you know.
I went over to my parents house yesterday. I seem to spend a lot more time with them lately and it's quality time ... adult time ... good times. Believe me, I'm as shocked as you are. I never thought I would hear those words coming out of my mouth either.
I told you their house flooded in the last torrential rain we had ... the first time in over a decade that's happened. Well it seems there is a logging company doing some clearing down stream from where the creek that flooded crosses their property. Apparently, the company has done something to block or restrict the creek, which was a contributing factor to the flooding that took place. My parents weren't the only house that got flooded so he and the neighbors are going to talk it over, take some pictures, call the police jury (our local governing body. Kinda like the county supervisors or something.) and have them come out and look at it and if they believe the logging company is at fault, possibly sue them. That's something, because my dad doesn't really believe in suing at the drop of a hat.
I went over there though and their bedroom had to be moved into the living room, the living room is now in the dining room, the floors have been stripped down to the concrete, baseboards and other things are having to be replaced .. it's a mess. If somebody besides Mother Nature is responsible, then I guess he should be able to get them to pay for the damages.
But the treasure trove ... Sorry, I got sidetracked there for a second. I found a ton of photo albums from the time they got married and the decade after. It was like stepping into another world, ya'll! It's a huge project I'm taking on but I am going to scan all those pictures in and save them. I can't wait to get started. You can't believe the shit that's in there ... pictures my dad took when he was in Korea and Japan, pictures of their early life together ... they even have a fucking branch from their first Christmas tree. I laughed my ass off!! My dad ... a sentimental girly man. (Shaddup, I just got something in my eyes. I wasn't crying. Pffft!) So all is well and I am reminiscing today. I can't believe I am showing you this, but this was one of the pictures I found. I present to you ...

The Young Gunn!

In the words of The Church Lady, "Isn't that special?" Now shaddup and have a good weekend. Tommy out.

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I have to backup my system this weekend and reinstall windows so if I'm not around, it ain't cuz I don't love you. Pray for me! Have a good weekend ya'll.
TG

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It's Friday, November 10, Veteran's Day and I have the day off. Actually, I have the whole weekend off including Monday. Can I get an "amen" from the choir? Can you say Hallelujah brothers and sisters? The weekend is here! But I digress.

I don't know if I've ever told you this or not, but the military has been the most consistent thing in my life. I don't know about my grandpa, I'm almost ashamed to say I never asked, but there are a lot of things I didn't ask about his life including what he was like, what he did, as a young man.
I do know about my dad however.

My dad was born in a small town called Broaddus in East Texas. He had a pretty hard life. His dad, my grandfather, was a real, honest-to-God cowboy. He made his living punching cows and doing those other things cowboys did. His mother died of cancer when he was 16. But even though they were simple country folks for the most part, my grandma instilled in my father a love of reading. You see, even if they didn't have a lot or couldn't go anywhere, a vacation or adventure was as close as a good book.

My dad grew up reading Zane Gray westerns, the adventures of Jack London that took place in the great white north, Rudyard Kipling's tales of India and other books that piqued his imagination and took him to exotic locales on great adventures.

Pa Paw eventually ended up buying a garage and my dad grew up working for him, not necessarily by choice, helping the family out. He actually had to quit school, if I remember right, in his senior year to help out around the house. He eventually went back and graduated, something he always took a great deal of pride in. Even through all the hard times, he never lost his sense of adventure. He was fascinated by aviation and dreamed of flying one day. He figured the only way out of east Texas, the only way he would have a shot at living that dream, was through the military.

At the age of 18 he joined the Army and shipped off to see the world. During his 19th year, Dad found himself in Kansas City, MO where he met a 16 year old girl named Patricia Gordon. They fell hopelessly in love and were married in October of 1959. My mother-to-be left behind her life as a teenage school girl and took up the mantle and title of Army wife. Dad had grown up dreaming of seeing the world and he and his new wife set about doing just that.

Over the next 10 years, they spent time in Formosa (modern day Tiawan,) Germany and a few other places. They saw every castle in Germany. I swear, I have the slides! Ok maybe not EVERY castle but damned if I can figure out which ones they missed. It was a different adventure every weekend but somehow it wasn't enough. Dad had another dream and damned if he wasn't just hard headed enough to go for it.

Because of that, he found himself at the age of 30 going through flight school at Fort Rucker, Ala., competing against Soldiers in their early 20's. His reflexes were slower and he wasn't at the same level of physical fitness as his classmates, but he wasn't gonna let a bunch of snot-nosed flyboy wannabees bust his balls. So he busted his ass and graduated near the top of his class. He was an Army pilot and he was living his dream.

Dad spent time in Vietnam flying Cobra attack helicopters, a time in his life I've never heard him talk about. He came back and continued to serve. It was a good life being an Army officer ... and being an Army officer's kid. We moved to Fort Hood, Texas and spent five years there before his adventure bug got the best of him again. He put in for and received orders to the final frontier ... Alaska. It was the last real dream he had that hadn't been fulfilled yet. We loaded up the motor home and spent two weeks driving from Texas to Fairbanks Alaska. Talk about an adventure? Shit! It was a blast. (I'll post more pictures later, but their house recently flooded due to torrential rains and things are kinda spread out while repairs are ongoing.) Just trust me when I tell you we made more side trips and saw more esoteric shit on that trip than some people see in a lifetime.

After several years in Alaska, we were forced to leave. You wanna know why, look in the archives. You shouldn't have to go too far back. We ended up in Louisiana where we all still live today. Dad retired from the Army after 26 years. He then started a second career, flying helicopters offshore, flying medevac helicopters ... just flying. He retired from that job too and Now at the age of sixty*coughsomethingcough* is in a motorcycle club. He spends his retirement working on his four motorcycles and riding all over the country with a group of friends.

I was always proud of my dad because he pulled himself up out of what many people would consider poverty, although he never thought that and neither did I. He went for his dream and saw it realized, mainly due to his outright refusal not to let it happen. His hard headedness I guess you could say. I am proud of the service he gave to his country even if it started out as a means to an end. He fought this countries battles and for that I thank him. Everything I am today, admittedly not much, I owe to him (the good stuff, not the psychotic, erotic, self-delusional shit) Thanks Dad and Happy Veteran's Day. I love you.

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Yes, I do smoke ... but only until natural lubrication takes over. Just sayin.

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This is last minute but I just had to play. Procrastination has come around and bit me on the ass (again.) I have two stories due to lay out in the paper Thursday and only one and a half are done.

I was at work from 7 a.m. till 7 p.m. today and brought my work home. I busted my ass at work and now I'm busting my ass at home at almost midnight. Do you detect a pattern her? Yeah busting my ass when I'd rather be ...

... laying on it. (Click through for mo betta. Warning! NSFW! Like this one is! Pffft) Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work so I can eventually get my ass in bed. I gotta be at work at 6:30 a.m. I'll catch all of ya'll's tomorrow. HHNT! Go see Os to find out what it's all about. Laters!

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 11:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (24)

My favorite comic strip!

I'm surfing around after I get home tonight. As an aside can I just say I love Bloglines. What? You aren't using Bloglines? Oh you should be. It will make your surfing more efficient I guarontee (that's Cajun for "really, really mean it".) Yeah it takes a little effort to get set up but once you do, you can tell in an instant who has a new post and who doesn't thereby saving you from clicking around aimlessly hoping to find new pearls of wisdom. I learned about it from Dawn and she's a smart chick.Thanks Dawn. But I digress.
I was at Ole Blue the Heretic's site (a fellow Louisianan) and his post today talked about people who say I'm sorry and then just go on and do whatever it is they are sorry about. Now I say I'm sorry a lot. I know that gets on some peoples nerves sometimes. I think it's just that I'm so used to saying it to keep the peace that it comes as second nature. I am married after all. I don't think I say it and then do what I say I'm sorry for. Like "Sorry I am taking the last donut," as I scrape the last one out of the box.
I generally apologize when people tell me that things I do affect them negatively. If something I do, some way I act, makes someone uncomfortable, I don't like that. I like to get along with others. I'm not afraid to voice my opinion and I don't care if you disagree or get pissed off about that, but as far as friends go, I like to get along. I try and treat people with respect and dignity but still, sometimes I do or say things that offend, dismay, disappoint or make them feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I do things that they find abhorrent and really despicable. Now I'm not saying that what I'm doing is wrong in my eyes but we all have our own value systems and way of looking at things. We can agree to disagree and still be friends. (If you think I'm wrong about that, please tell me and tell me why.) My question for you is how do you tell someone you are sorry your actions have affected them negatively without saying "I'm sorry" or "I apologize?" Because I think that if you say it too much, it loses effectiveness and just sounds hollow. I know it bugs me to hear it coming out of my mouth sometimes. So what's a brother to do. Discuss and leave your opinion in the comments.

Internet, meet my book stack. Book stack meet the internet!

Next, I am a big reader. I have a BUNCH of books that I am in the middle of or waiting in queue for me to start. I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, Paulo Cohelo's The Alchemist, Karen Slaughter's Blindsighted and Kisscut, Margaret Attwood's Bluebeards Egg and Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. I have Katherine Dunn's Geek Love and Italo Calvino's The Non-Existent Knight and the Cloven Viscount on order and on the way.
I am still looking for suggestions. What turns your crank? I'm not afraid to read anything (any genre, title or author.) I just want to have a list lined up of other authors I may not be familiar with but that I may like. I have read The Red Tent by Anita Diamante and thought it was fabulous even though some may consider it a "chick" book. I am also looking for Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. With that in mind I leave the floor open to you. What keeps you up till 2 a.m. turning pages? This inquiring mind wants to know!

Goodnight all!

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Found on another (to remain nameless) random blog. I know (or am at least 99% sure) this person doesn't read me so I stole this and had to post it. I just thought it was funny as hell and made me feel really old. If she does happen to end up reading this ... you should know I'm not making fun of you, just feeling the creak of age in my bones.

We had a pretty busy day and when we got home I was soooo tired. I swear to god, I may only be 23 years old, but I feel like I am in my mid 30s sometimes. I was in bed at 9:30 last night and sleeping by 10:30. Shouldn't I at least be up late drinking or out somewhere?!?! Oh well.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to try and remember where I left my Geritol and Depends, find my teeth and shuffle down to the courthouse to play checkers. See ya.

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Warning: Long fucking post. Grab your coffee and take a piss before reading.

I've been thinking a lot about life lately. I think it's the things I've been going through that have put me in a mood to think about where I've been, where I'm at and where I'm going. The divorce, another relationship that is still kinda rocky at times and the fact that I'm not where I want to be right now in my personal or professional life.
I'm not perfect. I know that comes as a shock to you all, but it's true. I got into drugs at an early age. I ran away and broke my parents hearts more than once (or five times.) I got kicked out of public high school in my 11th grade year. I spent time in jail for stealing a car. It was a ... shall we just say, rough start to a life. I mean I was honestly the kid your parents warned you about.
My dad was in the Army and so every couple of years we would be uprooted and find ourselves the new fucking kids on the block again, in a new school, a new neighborhood and having to make new friends.

One might think that this situation would make it easier to make friends. I mean, hell, we had lots of opportunities to practice. But it really had the opposite effect, at least in my case. I'll never forget. Moving often was as natural as breathing to us. Well, we moved to Fort Hood, Texas and lived there for FIVE.FUCKING YEARS. It was the longest we had ever lived anywhere in my life.
I was just transitioning from elementary school to junior high when we got there so I was at the age where I started noticing girls. I joined the football team and got involved with other things like lifeguard lessons and the teen center. I really started putting down roots and making friends. Real friends, close friends ... best friends. It was good.
Five years later, my dad came home and dropped the bottom out of my life ... he had put in for and received orders for Alaska. We were going to have to move again. (God, it sounds silly and seems so pathetic now but to an eighth grader who really loved where he lived, it was a pretty significant blow.) That day, my heart hardened a bit. I concluded that no matter how much I wanted it, nothing was permanent. The only person I could count on being there day in and day out was my brother. Friends come and go but family? Family is there all the time because they move with you.
That day I started distancing myself from people ... not allowing myself to get close anymore. What was the fucking point? We'd just end up getting orders, moving again and everybody would be gone and I'd have to start all over ... and it would hurt. It hurt to let people get close, to allow myself to love people only to have to leave them in the dusty past the next time we hit the fucking highway.
That behavior has pretty much been my modus operandi since then. Don't get me wrong. I'm not unfriendly. I do have acquaintances, but very few get really close. I can count on one hand, and still have fingers left over, the friends I let in all the way since that day. (Just so you know, that was 1976.) But those that do get in, I love with a fervor that burns so hot, it can melt steel. They are the TRUE friends that I plan on having for life. Unfortunately, that same love has a tendency to burn them up too.

I guess through the years my social skills as far as maintaining those friendships atrophied. I mean, if you don't use it, you lose it right? So I have a habit of holding on too tightly, placing unreasonable expectations on people. And sometimes? I'm not even true to my self, my core beliefs.
I like to think that I am flexible ... that if you have a point of view that I haven't heard before, I'm willing to listen, think about it and, if I find it has merit, shift my position. Unfortunately this comes off as being wishy-washy more often than not and, fuck, ... I suppose there is some truth to that.
It's just that it's so fucking hard for me to expend all that emotional energy making those friends when I know deep in my heart they will all eventually blow up in my face. I hate the fucking dance. I don't have a lot of faith in myself or the self confidence to pull it off.
Someone I know calls it "self-hatred." She thinks I don't like myself much and put myself in situations, act in ways, that will ensure failure. Maybe she's right I don't know. I do know I wore her down like the fucking river cuts through mountains. Wiped her out emotionally. I think that part of the reason I'm getting divorced after 21 years of marriage is that I never let my wife get in to that part of me that husbands and wives are supposed to share. I never really let her get that close. The same thing, to a certain extent, is true for my kids. I love them more than anything else in the world, but they don't know the real me either.
Sometimes? I think it would be easier to fucking shut myself off completely and consign myself to being alone for the rest of my life. I know it would be far less emotionally exhausting for both me and the next victim. It just seems to be a perpetual cycle I can't break.
I don't have any answers right now or have any idea how to fix it. I'm also not trying to get anybody to feel sorry for me or play the victim. I think I do what I do automatically, just like breathing and I don't know how to change that.
These are just some things I've been thinking about lately and needed to put them down here. Writing helps me think and there's something sobering about seeing a problem in black and white versus the Technicolor fog that is my thought process these days. I know I'll figure it out eventually and things will change. I just hope it's sooner rather than later.
Aren't you glad you stuck around now? Me too. Thanks.

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Just tucked into the cheesecake I made last night. (Banana Split -- bananas on bottom, layer of crushed pineapple and maraschino cherries in the middle) it is very good ... but not perfect. I think the next one I make like that, I will ditch the cherries. Their flavor is just too intense. I will also add toasted coconut flakes on top. So it isn't perfect but still? It's cheesecake and even the worst one I've ever had wasn't that bad. Happy Sunday!

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Your Blogging Type is Kind and Harmonious

You're an approachable blogger who tends to have many online friends. People new to your blogging circle know they can count on you for support. You tend to mediate fighting and drama. You set a cooperative tone. You have a great eye for design - and your blog tends to be the best looking on the block!

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Yeah ... Riiiiiiiight! Um, apparently they don't have a category for psychotic and self-delusional so I get kind and harmonious. Again, I say "PFFFFFFFT!"

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So the clan piled in the station wagon and went to the Sulphur High School Band Festival today. (God we sound like the fucking Griswolds) My younger son, Ryan, plays in the band. He plays flute ... shaddup. He also plays sax in the jazz band, piccolo, guitar and piano so bite me. He does have quite a few stories that start out "So, there was this one time at band camp ..." but that's another post. And again? Shaddup!

This is him marching. (He's the one in blue!) I was really proud they did well. There were about a dozen marching bands competing. The DeRidder band scored all 1's (that's the highest score you can get in a competition) and came in 3rd place overall. Their percussion section won best in class. Oh and I had two HUGE orders of nachos with chili, cheese and jalapenos. Yum.fucking.yum! It was a pretty good day up to that point ... and then flute boy shows up and proceeds to piss in my Wheaties. Allow me to explain ...
He ordered a Playstation 2 game from Game Stop, a video game retailer in another city more than an hour away, without asking us or even giving a single thought as to how he was going to pick it up. He just assumed we, as his parents, would be doing cartwheels and having multiple orgasms over the opportunity to drop everything and drive a fucking hour to go get this stupid fucking game for him.
So what does he do? Comes into the stands to see us. Not so bad huh? He's a good kid right? Yeah ... so you say. The first thing out of his fucking mouth? Not "Hi," not "Glad you could make it, good to see ya," not "How'd we do," but ... wait for it ... ready? ... here you go ... "Did you get the game?" I mean W.T.F? It felt like a white-hot poker was slowly entering my brain through my nasal cavity. The pain was physically excruciating but it taught me a valuable lesson.
I was so pissed I seriously had to just get up and walk the fuck away. I have never wanted to throw anybody head first down a set of bleachers so badly in my life. If I'd have hesitated for one second, I would have lost it and I'd probably still be sitting in jail right now.
It's too bad infanticide is against the law. Fucking demon spawn! Oh and the lesson I learned? I absolutely have what it takes to pull the switch at an execution without remorse. How do I know this? Because I went through about a dozen execution scenarios in my brain with my loving son as the star and didn't feel the first twinge of guilt. Yeah, I'm a great dad.
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Here are a couple more pictures I took while on the road. There are more on Flickr if you give a shit.

Sunlight through the back stairs

Sunset over English Bayou

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Just a couple of more things. I made a banana split cheesecake tonight. Bananas in the bottom and a layer of crushed pineapple and maraschino cherries in the middle. It's chilling in the fridge as we speak. If I like the way this one tastes, I plan on putting toasted coconut flakes on top of the next one I make. I'll have a full report on how good it is tomorrow.

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Well, have a great rest of your weekend ya'll. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers take on the New Orleans Saints Sunday so it's gonna be another fucking red-letter day around the Gunn household. (I am a Buccaneer fanatic while she backs that lovable bunch of losers, the 'aints, er, Saints. What's the word for knocking off your spouse anyway? Spousicide? Matricide? (Hey, in for a penny, in for a pound grandma always said and she shared her chewing tobacco with me so I listen to her!) I better go hide the knives while she's asleep and I'm still thinking about it.

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On a totally unrelated note, does anybody know a poison that works quickly (although extremely painfully) and leaves no trace evidence or residue behind? I got a couple of big rats I think I need to get rid of. I plan on making pancakes for breakfast tomorrow ... so put on those CSI thinking caps and hurry with those tips ... please?

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What do you say when its over?
I don't know if I should say anything at all
One day were rollin in the clover
Next thing you know we take the fall
Still, I think about the years since I first met you
And the way it might have been without you here
And I don't know if words from me can still upset you
But Ive just gotta make this memory stand clear
I know I'm leavin here a better man
For knowin you this way
Things I couldn't do before, now I think I can
And I'm leavin here a better man
I guess I always knew I couldn't hold you
But Id never be the one to set you free
Just like some old nursery rhyme your mama told you
You still believe in some old meant-to-be
I know I'm leavin here a better man
For knowin you this way
Things I couldn't do before, now I think I can
And I'm leavin here a better man

Nuff said ...

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It's been a pretty good week so far this week. I have been blogging a lot more. Since I started with Bloglines, I have been more efficient at keeping up with ya'll. I like it and I appreciate the reciprocation. This has actually allowed me to add to my blogroll and I am now able to read more blogs than ever before. Of course I'm falling behind at work but ... you know ... priorities and all that.
On to the important stuff. It's time for HNT and we've had some great weather lately. It was awesome enough that I was able to spend sometime outdoors this past week. These are NSFW so you'll have to go below the fold to see them. I have titled this week's first installment of HNT ...

Good Morning!

and just because it has been so nice outside ... I'm gonna be nice too and add a second pic. Hope you like it ...

HHNT Ya'll!

Wanna know what it's all about and get in on the fun? Nekkidness abounds and your quest should start with the Dungeon Master. Now lets show some ass. Oh and just so you know? I have the greatest mom and dad on earth. Just sayin.

Posted by Tommy Gunn at 9:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (25)

Because today, my baby boy (who at last check was 6'2" tall and had more hair on his legs than anyone in the family, well except his mom maybe) turns 19 years old. Who the fuck is responsible for letting that one slip by? I want their head on a platter! Didn't anybody tell him he was supposed to stay 7 years old for life? Fucktards. Happy Birthday Josh. You are in college now, you have a job, you are polite and you keep your room clean without being bugged about it. I'm proud of the man you are becoming and I love you too much to put into words. May today be the first day of the rest of your life and may everything you wish for come true ... except for that getting laid thing. You're still not allowed to do that. Other than that though, anything goes.
Love,
Dad

See what he did to me?

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