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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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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

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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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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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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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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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Just found out I wasn't selected for that job I applied for in Irving, Tx. Bad news for me but I'm sure it makes a couple of people very happy. Sometimes it doesn't seem like I can buy a fucking break. Again karma coming back to bite me in the ass ... well either that or God just hates me and has it in for me. Sorry I'm such a fucking whiny bitch but that's the way this makes me feel. Ah, fuck it. I'll be better tomorrow or the next day. Happy Halloween ya'll.

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It has been raining all day and is expected to rain all night as well. Every street is flooded and creeks are overflowing their banks. My mom called a while ago and the only place they don't have water in the house is the living room. There have been tornado watches (not warnings, watches) and the electricity has flickered on and off all day. I'm getting tired of resetting alarm clocks. Ya'll might wanna think about sending in life jackets and life rafts. I'm gonna brave the woods with my trusty axe and start building the ark ... I'm sure we'll need it soon. Don't believe me? Here is photographic evidence. Yeah it doesn't look that bad but consider this ... we are on the HIGH ground. HELP!

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Friday and the weekend are again upon us. Lately? Fridays and the weekend are things I have come to dread. On the other hand, I'm not really enjoying work either. I think I'll check myself into a sanitarium or something cuz I must be fucking nuts. As for the weekend? Fuck weekends. I need a vacation ... in Antarctica or somewhere isolated. Fuck it. Later ya'll

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I work on an Army post in west central Louisiana (just try and figure out which one, I dare you!). Every afternoon when I get off work, I stop by this convenience store right outside the gate and pick up a liter of Diet Dr. Pepper and a cup of ice for the trip home. (Liters of Coke products are currently on sale for $1.07 INCLUDING TAX. I also have my own cup so the ice is free and hey, that's just the way Tommy rolls) So i'm leaving work at 2:45 p.m. this afternoon (your tax dollars at work America) and stop by my store to get my drink when what should assail my eyes? This:

Now maybe you're scratching your head and saying to yourself "So what Tommy. What's so strange about that? Everybody knows the price of gas is high. Get over it." and you would be right ... almost. You see, when I drive home (it's about a 25 minute drive so say 30 miles?) I pass another gas station and what to my wondering eyes should appear? (like the way I tied this post to my holiday post below? You should read it. It's good shit) THIS:

Twenty-eight cents difference? I mean WTF? Within 30 miles of each other? I will never understand this shit so if there are any petrochemical engineers out there that can explain this business model to me, I would certainly appreciate it. I am pro big-business but dayumn! Gimme a freaking break! Add to that the fact that I was in Texas this past weekend and filled up at the cellar-scraping price of $2.46 per gallon ... all weekend long. And also, does anyone besides me find it fascinating that we have all come to regard these prices as the norm now? I'm gonna protest somehow. I don't know how yet, but damnit ... In the words of Jeff Lebowski, "This aggression will not stand, man!" [/rant]
On another note, after being near the big metropolis of DFW this weekend I have come to the conclusion that there is a decided lack of choice when it comes to radio stations in my area. I have recently dusted off the cassette player in my car and am using it to listen to audiobooks to and from work. I have "read" Anita Diamant's The Red Tent, Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin and am currently listening to Stephen King and Peter Straub's The Talisman. I got the book back in 1984 I believe when it first came out and have read and re-read it many times. I have NOT read it lately and I am reminded daily of how good a book it really is. I highly recommend it if you are looking for something you haven't read before. Just sayin.
Oh and as far as the gratuitous pic goes, I passed this new place right outside the main gate as well and it reminded me of a friend.

No One? I didn't know you cooked Chinese! Got any discount programs for a dear friend? And most importantly, do you deliver? Hope ya'll have a great weekend. Ta-ta!

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It's September 8 but I can't help thinking about what's just around the corner. It's an insideous time of year that normally makes me want to throw up. Some of it is okay, some not so okay and some is just so wrong on so many levels I don't even know where to begin. Course that's never stopped me before so here goes.
I'm talking about the holiday season. Yep, that's right only September and already the dread of the final quarter of the year is settling into my bones. It starts out very promising with Halloween. Now I have to tell you that Halloween is my favorite holiday of the year. I don't know if it's the dark side of me or what but I freaking LOVE the holiday. I love the fact that A&E does all the spooky specials and that TMC, AMC and the other channels show all the classic horror films non-stop. Little secret about Tommy ... when I was a kid? I always wanted to be a vampire. Maybe it was because Christopher Lee always had a bevy of sexy vampire babes at his feet, maybe it was the fact that vamps are creatures of the night. I don't know. I know I love hanging out in cemetaries and I have always been a night person (until I became an adult and had to work days ... that kinda put a damper on things.) So you getting the point here? I love it! I love decorating the house, scaring the crap out of the neighborhood kids ... hell I even get dressed up myself. I have a red wig and a hooded druid-type costume I wear every year on that night. I put the white facepaint on, darken my eyes with eye pencil and eye shadow, and even put blood red lipstick on. I go all out for the holiday but too soon it's gone and then the real push begins.
Thanksgiving is next. Now thanksgiving is ... okay, I guess.
(EDITOR'S NOTE: It gets kinda wonky, a little scary and a lot depressing from here on in. Enter at your own risk. You have been warned...)

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Me: "So God, I got a problem."
God: "Yeah, so what else is new? You always have a problem."
Me: "No really! You got time to answer a few questions?"
God: "I guess. Sit down. Want something to drink? Simon Peter mixes one HELL of a White Russian."
Me: "No that's okay. I quit drinking remember? I could use an ashtray though if you got one."
God: "You're shitting me! You quit drinking? Who gave you the will power for that? Certainly wasn't me!"
Me: "Yeah I know. I been meaning to talk to you about that. Thanks for nuttin!"
God: "Hey! I'm a busy diety. You think I got all day to worry about you and your petty assed problems? You know, maybe ... and I mean maybe ... at one time I could have. But today? There's just too many of you assholes out there to keep track of. I'd have to bring in extra help and do you know what a union would do to this place? Shit. It just ain't worth it!"
Me: "I thought you knew it everytime a sparrow fell from the sky? I thought you were all knowing, all seeing ... omnipotent. I mean WTF dude?"
God: "Advertising, man! I'm telling you it pays off big time. Don't believe me? Ask Bill Gates. Windows my ass. Give me a Mac anyday."
Me: "So all that stuff that was written in the Bible is BS? That doesn't seem right."
God: "No it's not BS. There are a lot of good things in there. Song of Solomon, for example. Have you read it? That stuff is HOT! But you know, you leave stuff up to a committee and things come out not quite like they were intended. I'm just too busy to go back and correct it now. Once it's in print, things just kind of take on a life of their own. It's the old 'genie out of the bottle' problem. If you went to business school instead of getting that Mass Communications degree, you'd know what I meant. But I'm busy, you said something about a problem?"
Me: "Oh yeah, sorry. Look, I heard a news report the other day that the Catholic church came out against a new way of harvesting stem cells even though it didn't involve the destruction of embryo's. Was that your doing? Cuz I know a lot of people that could use that. Sick people, infertile people ... people with real problems! I mean, what's wrong with you? Don't you give a crap?"
God: **sighs** "Tommy, You know, I was kicking around a long time ago and things were pretty good. I could go where I wanted, do what I wanted without answering to anybody. But I got a little lonely so I made you guys. I was young, dumb and full of ... well you know. My point is I gave you knowledge, free will, a great way to procreate ... I gave you all the keys to the kingdom man! After watching you guys for a few thousand years, I got tired and took a vacation. I come back and what's happened? You have taken my manual and blown it all out of proportion. Some take it absolutely literally, some ignore it, and you know? That's okay! It's all good. That's the free will part of it you see. But what really pisses me off is when people start proclaiming things I didn't authorize in my name. Or telling others how they should live their lives because I want it that way. If I didn't want you to have that knowledge and use it, I could stop it today. I mean, for Christ's sake ... I made you guys, I flooded the fucking world. You think I couldn't smudge that petrie dish if I wanted to?"
Jesus: "You called daddy?"
God: "No I'm sorry son ... I just got a little angry there. You finished mowing the lawn?"
Jesus: "Um, not yet. I was waiting for it to get a little cooler to finish."
God: "COOLER! Jesus Christ! It's heaven out there. Get your ass on that lawn or you ain't going to the movies Friday night!"
Jesus: "Whatever!"
God: "Kids .... pffft. What you gonna do with them these days. Now where were we?"
Me: "We were talking about knowledge ..."
God: "Oh yeah. Look, the bottom line is that I'm still here but I have a lot of stuff on my plate. I take the occasional glance at what's going on down there. I get reports all the time but you know? You guys could do a lot more for yourselves if you'd just have a little faith in the tools I gave you. Your brains for one thing and your concience ... your sense of what's right and wrong. It cracks me up to see how you guys molly coddle murderers and rapists. I'd have fried them a lot quicker than you do, but that's just me. And what was that whole Martha Stewart thing about? Talk about overkill!"
Me: "So we're just supposed to muddle by? Doing what we think is right without any guidance from you and just hope everything works out? Thanks for nothing! That's really helpful!"
God: "Look, I have it on good authority that devine intervention is HIGHLY overrated. But just because My hand doesn't reach out of the clouds to point out the right exit on the map doesn't mean I don't care. I gave you the map for Chr ..., er, My sake. You got the tools boy, Open your freaking eyes and use what I gave you. You know sometimes your whiney asses really piss me off!"
Me: "Wow, sorry God. I never really thought about it that way before. So it's okay to use what you gave us and it'll work out? I mean there are some really fucked up people in this world."
God: "I never promised you it would all work out the way you want it to. People are still gonna make bad decisions ... I mean look at Hitler. I had to mobilize just about the entire world to stop that whack job, but it was YOU people that actually did the hard work. Because you knew he was wrong and took a stand. All I'm saying is listen to your heart and use your brains. I put what you need in there, you just gotta shut up and listen to what they are telling you. Don't be selfish. Think about others now and again. Most importantly though, you should live like there's no tomorrow. That's what I want for you. Trust me. If things get too far out of hand, I still know how to lay a nasty assed smack-down on ya'll."
Me: "Ya'll? You from Texas?"
God: "They don't call it My country for nothing boy. Just remember that. Anything else?"
Me: "Yeah. I don't suppose you could give me Wednesday's ..."
God: "Fuggetaboutit. You're just gonna have to trust in the quick pick computer like I do. Now go ... and don't forget, just like He-man, you have the power. Don't be afraid to use it. Stop by again sometime, maybe I'll throw some shrimp on the que and we'll split a pitcher of Margaritas ... oh wait. You don't drink. I'll have a Diet Coke for you then. Just remember, I brought you into this world and I can take you out."
Me: "God? Thanks. I appreciate that. You're not at all what I expected you to be like."
God: "Now that's the first inteligent thing you've said all day!"

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I just got two e-mails returned as undeliverable from me to people I never even heard of. They are spam e-mails that it looks like I sent. I am going to have to try and figure this out but in the meantime, if you recieve anything from me that looks like bullshit, it is! I am not a spammer and if I find out who did this I'm gonna be pissed (not that I'll probably ever find out because these assholes are slimy that way.) In the interim, let me apologize in advance if you have recieved any of this garbage. That is all. Try and have a great humpday. Arrrrrgh!

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Edit: Sorry folks. This is as nekkid as it gets for this week. Be back next week. HHNTto you all!

I have to tell you. This is the hardest post I have ever had to write.
I hope I can get through it without turning into a blubbering idiot, but actually it's already too late for that. Sorry. I don't want to write it, I really don't, but deep down, I feel I have to. It's almost like an obsession at this point. I have been carrying this baggage around for decades and I hope that by putting it to paper (so to speak) I can exorcise the demons that taunt and torment me. They are eating my soul and I want them gone. It happens throughout the year but about this time of the year, every single fucking year, it really gets unbearable.
You see, June is my least favorite month of the year. Let me rephrase that ... June 14, Flag Day, is one of the greatest days I have ever known. June 19 is, as of this moment in time, the worst day I have ever had the misfortune of living through in my life. It also ruined my relationship with God, a relationship that was, until June 19, a fairly strong relationship. I was studying to be a preacher at one point in my life (that's another post for another day, so don't even ask) and all that was wiped away in the space of a dozen hours. I regret it but like some married couples, I can't forgive and forget.
My whole life is a dichotomy. I hate June and I love June. Does that sound fucked up? Yeah, you are right. It is. But there is a reason for that.
**Fair warning** This is going to be a fairly long post if I can get through it and definitely not a happy one. I may have to split it into two posts depending on how it affects me. Sorry, but I love you too much to lie to you. If you are looking for laughs or witty repartee, move along. Nothing to see here folks. If you want to get another small glimpse into how I got to be the person I am today ... then read on. I don't expect many of you to stick around and expect even fewer of you to comment but that's OK. This is for me today. Don't say you haven't been warned. Seriously! Don't fucking bitch at me if you go on and get disgusted. Everybody gone that's going? Good. Then lets get on with it.

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First off let me say that I have lived in Louisiana off and on since 1979. After 10 years with the U.S. Air Force, I came back here to make a life for myself and have been here every since. There is something that pulls my heart to the humid bayous. They are beautiful with cypress trees all over, spanish moss hanging from the limbs almost brushing the water's surface. Their large, gnarled roots sinking deep into the water, taking nourishment from the earth they find down below. It's a place you can go and truly be at one with nature. Sometimes if I close my eyes I can hear the haunting strains of an accordion, wafting through the trees and it gives me goosebumps.
I love the culture that is based on the French heritage. The music the Cajuns and Creoles enjoy can make you stomp your feet, get up on the dance floor and two-step or jitterbug untill you drop. The beer flows freely and laughter rings out from every corner of the room. That same music can tell the story of the Acadians and how they were forced from their homes, the slaves that came from Haiti, the Carribean and Africa who came to this land and brought their culture with them. It is a proud heritage and to hear it sung reaches down to the bowels of my soul and touches something there that is almost indescribable.
The food, like the natives of this great state, is spicy! Once you have tasted true cajun food, you will never be fooled by imitation and when I say true cajun food I ain't talking about that crap that comes in a box with the guy playing the sax on it. **shudders**

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Posted by Tommy Gunn at 11:52 AM | Permalink | Comments (10)

This is a long post so if you want to read the whole thing, and I hope you do, click on the link that says "continue reading" below.

I bought my laptop as a Christmas present this past year and have really enjoyed it since then. Mommy Gunn thinks I enjoy it a bit TOO much but that's another post for another day. It came set up for wireless which is good because I didn't want to be tied down anywhere just to have to talk to you all or do anything else I felt like. In fact, as I type this post, I am sitting on my back porch. It is cloudy and raining but the cool air feels wonderful after the past couple of days of 90 degree temperatures and humidity. The backyard is alive. I hear insects, birds chirping, my cat is streched out doing what cat's do best ... trying to get through the day while expending the least amount of energy as possible. But I digress.
I bought the wireless router and installed it and it works GREAT ... except for one small problem. I can't send e-mail. I recieve e-mail but just cant send it. I'm using Outlook Express 6.0 as my e-mail program and really like it except for that one problem. I have owned computers since the very early 90's and have done most of my own work on them so I have developed a certain amount of skill in figuring stuff out. I'm not saying I can work in IT (although from some of the experiences I've had with those fine folks, I couldn't do any worse than some) but I can muddle through and eventually figure stuff out.

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Posted by Tommy Gunn at 11:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (12)