Time to be me I guess.
Last night, I was taking my oldest son, Logan, home and decided to stop by Burger King for a cup of coffee. I pulled up to the tiny little speaker that they have in place of something that you can actually hear through and placed my order, " I would like a medium cup of coffee and a small cup of ICE please."
The cashier proceeded to enter my order and said, in a voice from the chill void of minimum wage, " That's a medium cup of coffee and a Hershey's' Chocolate pie?"
"No", I responded, " A medium cup of coffee and a small cup of ICE." I replied.
"So, a medium cup of coffee and a Hershey's Chocolate pie, that Will be $2.86, please pull around."
I sat there stunned for two seconds and said into the void that is her mind," NO! I want a medium cup of Coffee and a small cup of ICE with which to cool down said cup of coffee, not a Pie."
"Sir, you can't cool down a cup of coffee with a pie." the mindless drone of the monarch of meat said.
"I WANT A CUP OF ICE AND A MEDIUM COFFEE, PLEASE!!!" this got through to her at last and she told me the cost and to pull around.
When I got there, I gave her the money and she handed me, get this, a medium cup of coffee, a small cup of ice and a FORK!!!
I took my coffee, Ice and fork and went home.
What the hell is going on here? Is their NO intelligence requirement to work at a fast food joint? Can you be nonfunctional mentally and still push burgers through a window to clog the arteries of the masses? ICE and PIE may sound alike, but, Hershey and SMALL CUP OF do not. I can't stand these little drones who cant think, I say fire them all and let the Hamsters of the world take their jobs, at least that way when they fuck up your order, you can look at them and say AWWWWWW how cute a hamster working in fast food. The way it is the mess up and you say, ARGGGHGHGHGHGH, why the HELL cant you get this right, wanna be emo punk goth kid? Go home and slit your throat, at least then I will be amused, DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE !!!!
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7.3.07
Oooooops, I booched life
OK, do you see this little boy? His name is Cole Alexander Parker and he is my stepson. I was so engrossed in the last blog, that I forgot to mention him. He is four years old and a good kid, most of the time. I love him like my own sons and thats the cold hard truth. Sorry for the mistake.
5.3.07
Ahh the Blog Thing
Hey!! Here's the deal, I thought I would start this silly thing and see what happens.
Just random Ramblings about life and un-life as I know it. WARNING!!! I go on what my wife, Angela calls David Rants, you can hear the Capital Letters drop into place there, eh? Sometimes these little rants make sense, and other times, I am the only one who can understand them. Funny at times and mean at others, these little rants delve into almost any subject, from Melon Burst air freshener, to the current state of the world.
I guess the obligatory intro is required here, so here I go. Some call me David, others call me hey you. I was born in the year of the horse, 1978, at the age of 17 I was cruising along doing great in school and all that jazz and then BOOM, I got my first wife pregnant, and things changed. I had to drop out of high-school in my senior year to raise a family and forgo the offers I had from a few colleges, not bad ones either. This was in 1995.
On June 10Th 1996, my first son was born. We named him Logan after, yep, Wolverine. I fell in love with him as soon as I saw him. He had a few problems during the first hours of life, but came through great.
The marriage to his mother lasted until 1998, although we were only under the same roof for Appx. 1 year of that time.
In 1998, I tried going back to school, to a horrible failure. WAY too much partying and, of course, too many girls to really pay attention to my studies. Not to mention this little problem I have, Bi-polar disorder, but more on that later. I met a girl there and we dated for 3 yrs. Man what a waste of time that was.
I held down a few jobs, while living with my folks, but couldn't make one stick.
In 2001 I decided that enough was enough, I applied for disability on my bi-polar and got it on the first try. I must have been really fucked up to get it so easily.
Life faded out for 4 years and I was a hermit, no dating, few friends and LOTS of drugs and drinking.
In 2005, I met a girl online and we started dating and eventually moved in together. Yet another Huge mistake, again more on that later. It Didn't work. I moved back in with Mom and Dad.
December of that year, I was almost finished with life. On the 6Th, my mother decided to make chili and asked me to go to the local store, Sav-a-Lot, and pick up some ingredients for her. Irked, I went.
When I walked in, I saw the single most Fantastic Ass I had ever seen in my life, on a clerk checking out the EBT drones and Doral smoking mamas. After picking up the groceries, I thought I would go through that line, just to see who in the hell she was.
I placed my items on the conveyor and looked up, she looked REALLY familiar. I looked at her left hand to see if she was married and saw a class ring. Thinking to myself that she was WAY too young for me, I proceeded to walked to the front of the lane.
"Whats for dinner, David?", she asked.
HOLY SHIT!!! its Angela Parker, isn't she married to Ben a guy I went to school with and once called friend? Isn't she the ONE girl I met in high-school that I could never get out of my mind? And, isn't she waaaaaaaaaaay out of my league?
As I was checking out, I made small talk and discovered that she was single and living in Jackson County. I left.
I drove maybe 5 minutes and turned around, wanting her Phone Number, caps again, so that I could at least give it a shot.
I walked in and realized I needed something, some reason to talk to her again. I got another can of chili beans and went through her line again. Stumbling through another hello, I repeated several times that, " I never do this, I mean NEVER do this." after a few goads from her I asked her for her number and................................. She gave it to me.
That night I called her and we talked a bit. OK that went well. so the next night I called again. We talked almost every night for a Looooooooong time. I asked her out for new years, again she said yes. The day came and the CAR WOULDN'T START!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AKKKKK
I apologized and sent her flowers the next day.
We went on our first date and I took her to see the really, really bad movie, " Hostel",man what a craptastic movie. I said I was sorry and took her home. We still talked the next day, so that was cool. I asked her out again, again a yes.
That night we went out to eat and I took her to get her nipples pierced. After the nipple piercing, we went to Galaxy Bowling to drink. Let me tell you, that girl can drink. Local band playing, me yelling " Play some Skynard!!" hoping they wouldn't, god I hate Lynard Skynard, Us drinking copious amounts of Blue Moon. We made out Heavy and had paper wads thrown at us for hours in the bar.
In the parking lot, more making out and I stop her and tell her I love her, she says she loves me too.
Third date, I WILL NOT GET INTO THE DETAILS OF THIS, stupid La Quinta.
Fourth date went better, too damn quick though.
Fifth date and I ask her to move in with me, again a yes.
We move in to a Pink house with Orange doors on a road called Yellow Dog, what a colorful life we live.
I ask her to marry me and she says yes. By the Way the sex is AMAZING.
We get married on April 10th 2006 at 9:25am.
Later we decide to have a baby.
On February 18Th 2007, Declan Kane Stephens is born.
And that's where we are right now.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!
Take care
Just random Ramblings about life and un-life as I know it. WARNING!!! I go on what my wife, Angela calls David Rants, you can hear the Capital Letters drop into place there, eh? Sometimes these little rants make sense, and other times, I am the only one who can understand them. Funny at times and mean at others, these little rants delve into almost any subject, from Melon Burst air freshener, to the current state of the world.
I guess the obligatory intro is required here, so here I go. Some call me David, others call me hey you. I was born in the year of the horse, 1978, at the age of 17 I was cruising along doing great in school and all that jazz and then BOOM, I got my first wife pregnant, and things changed. I had to drop out of high-school in my senior year to raise a family and forgo the offers I had from a few colleges, not bad ones either. This was in 1995.
On June 10Th 1996, my first son was born. We named him Logan after, yep, Wolverine. I fell in love with him as soon as I saw him. He had a few problems during the first hours of life, but came through great.
The marriage to his mother lasted until 1998, although we were only under the same roof for Appx. 1 year of that time.
In 1998, I tried going back to school, to a horrible failure. WAY too much partying and, of course, too many girls to really pay attention to my studies. Not to mention this little problem I have, Bi-polar disorder, but more on that later. I met a girl there and we dated for 3 yrs. Man what a waste of time that was.
I held down a few jobs, while living with my folks, but couldn't make one stick.
In 2001 I decided that enough was enough, I applied for disability on my bi-polar and got it on the first try. I must have been really fucked up to get it so easily.
Life faded out for 4 years and I was a hermit, no dating, few friends and LOTS of drugs and drinking.
In 2005, I met a girl online and we started dating and eventually moved in together. Yet another Huge mistake, again more on that later. It Didn't work. I moved back in with Mom and Dad.
December of that year, I was almost finished with life. On the 6Th, my mother decided to make chili and asked me to go to the local store, Sav-a-Lot, and pick up some ingredients for her. Irked, I went.
When I walked in, I saw the single most Fantastic Ass I had ever seen in my life, on a clerk checking out the EBT drones and Doral smoking mamas. After picking up the groceries, I thought I would go through that line, just to see who in the hell she was.
I placed my items on the conveyor and looked up, she looked REALLY familiar. I looked at her left hand to see if she was married and saw a class ring. Thinking to myself that she was WAY too young for me, I proceeded to walked to the front of the lane.
"Whats for dinner, David?", she asked.
HOLY SHIT!!! its Angela Parker, isn't she married to Ben a guy I went to school with and once called friend? Isn't she the ONE girl I met in high-school that I could never get out of my mind? And, isn't she waaaaaaaaaaay out of my league?
As I was checking out, I made small talk and discovered that she was single and living in Jackson County. I left.
I drove maybe 5 minutes and turned around, wanting her Phone Number, caps again, so that I could at least give it a shot.
I walked in and realized I needed something, some reason to talk to her again. I got another can of chili beans and went through her line again. Stumbling through another hello, I repeated several times that, " I never do this, I mean NEVER do this." after a few goads from her I asked her for her number and................................. She gave it to me.
That night I called her and we talked a bit. OK that went well. so the next night I called again. We talked almost every night for a Looooooooong time. I asked her out for new years, again she said yes. The day came and the CAR WOULDN'T START!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AKKKKK
I apologized and sent her flowers the next day.
We went on our first date and I took her to see the really, really bad movie, " Hostel",man what a craptastic movie. I said I was sorry and took her home. We still talked the next day, so that was cool. I asked her out again, again a yes.
That night we went out to eat and I took her to get her nipples pierced. After the nipple piercing, we went to Galaxy Bowling to drink. Let me tell you, that girl can drink. Local band playing, me yelling " Play some Skynard!!" hoping they wouldn't, god I hate Lynard Skynard, Us drinking copious amounts of Blue Moon. We made out Heavy and had paper wads thrown at us for hours in the bar.
In the parking lot, more making out and I stop her and tell her I love her, she says she loves me too.
Third date, I WILL NOT GET INTO THE DETAILS OF THIS, stupid La Quinta.
Fourth date went better, too damn quick though.
Fifth date and I ask her to move in with me, again a yes.
We move in to a Pink house with Orange doors on a road called Yellow Dog, what a colorful life we live.
I ask her to marry me and she says yes. By the Way the sex is AMAZING.
We get married on April 10th 2006 at 9:25am.
Later we decide to have a baby.
On February 18Th 2007, Declan Kane Stephens is born.
And that's where we are right now.
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!
Take care
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