Don't know what you've got till it's gone.

This is a great song, I wonder if anyone else has ever heard it. If not, it comes recommended by the Lon. Anywho, today was my first day back at work after a weeks vacation. hence the title of this blog. I hadn't realized how beautiful not working was, until today when I had to work again. IT probably doesn't help that today was like my worst working day in like 100 years. I think that I was mad enough that if somebody had said something to me I would have ripped their entrails out and used them to make a noose for hanging their still alive bodies from. Yes, graphic, but I'm still not sure if that provides accurate description of how I feel after today. Anyway, Besides work sucking the big one, and me wishing that I could have like a 75 year paid vacation all is going pretty well. I am eating a KFC bowl, they arent the best things in the world, but when you want mashed taters and gravy, and have a huge case of Huevon-itis, they totally hit the spot. oh yeah, Huevon is spanish for useless lazy person. Well, I just wanted all you people who dont enjoy your time off that it is a precious commodity, and that I am starting a new campaign for a 2 day work week. 2 days on, 5 days off. All who feel the same can join my bandwagon, and we shall ride that pony until it croaks!!

Why can't I blog in daylight hours?

Well, it is 1:47am, and I am deathly tired. I know I should be in bed. But for some reason when I look at my bookmarks and see my blog it calls out to me. My friends all have cool pictures on their blogs. I should start taking my camera places with my so I can have some neat pics too. Just a thought.
Anywho, the real reason I decided that I need to write something before sleeping is because I need to get something out of my head, even if it is for all 10 of you to read (yes, blog readers are increasing). Over the past 6 months the whole wedding/love thing has become an issue in my life. I'm not exactly sure if it is because every person I know is getting married, or coming close to it, or if it is just like my own clock saying that it is time. Buuuut, for some reason as of late it has started to bother me. I think I have even determined my greatest fear. Winding up alone. This is a really uncharacteristic blog for me, I usually try to make them entertaining. Even a good comedy needs some drama I guess. I digress. I just wonder some days if I can find the one who matches up with me the way I want to. Or if I will picky my way out of anything (thanks Aimee's mom). Its hard to write this and not feel like a complete loser for typing my thoughts out for everyone to read. but oh well, I need somebody to talk to, and nobody is awake at 1:54. So you can all read away. I wonder if this is reading ok, because I am just typing thoughts as they enter my head. OK, well, I am young, and not all that handsome, but I do have a certain boyish charm. So I am gonna mount back up, grow a pair, and start to see what I can do about finding a solution to my problems instead of blogging about them.
Well, I think that is all. my emotional Lon has hidden himself away again. I will go back to being happy and go lucky.

The Real Deal

Ok, I know I got you all excited by posting a new blog that contained zero goodness. I apologize. The hate mail has actually increased. So anyhow, I am going to give you the real deal now. There is much so say, and to be honest, I am sure I will forget a lot of great details. Anyhow, much has happened since my last posting. First off, I am still single and available, so anybody who knows anybody, feel free to call up. And secondly, surprisingly enough I haven't had any odd or random experiences as of late. so no new awkward stories. however, I do have a few life lessons as viewed from The Lon.
First off, ever since I was a child I always wanted to play black jack. (odd I know, but at least I had a dream) Anywho, I got to fulfill this dream a few weeks back. Some people from work arranged what is strangely called a "Fun Bus". I soon learned that said "Fun Bus" is really an excuse to get as drunk as possible before going to a casino to continue becoming more drunk. Hence the name fun in front of the bus. Continuing onward, after watching middle aged Mexicans get plastered off of Jello shooters, we made it to the scene of the crime, Wendover Nevada. I'm not sure if you have all been to Wendover so let me explain. If the dollar store were to try and make their version of Vegas, Wendover would still be cheaper than that. It is a hole in the side of a mountain in the middle of the desert. There are 4 casinos, and one McDonald's.
So I decided to be limited in my first gambling experience and I only brought $40 American. Approximately 27.34 seconds after sitting down at the first slot I had only $12.30 left. Luckily I found a slot about a Grizzly eating salmon. I didn't understand any of the details, but the pictures were nice, and I actually made out with 8 bucks, thus, a new total of $20.45. I then determined that the real money is at the black jack tables, and that not only could I make a fortune, but also live out a lifelong dream. (questions, see above) so I moseyed up to a $5 table. sat down, and on my first hand, I got a FREAKING BLACKJACK! I mean seriously what are the odds? I felt kind of stupid because I didn't know that you are supposed to flip it over first thing and tell the dealer, so he yelled at me. Nevertheless, I still got a blackjack, and my new total was $25.45. The rest of the night was kind of up and down. Anyhow, to make a long story short, After about 2 hours on the trip I was broke. my luck ran out, and I wound up going to the gas station and getting a Mountain Dew to drown my sorrows.
Gambling was definitely a complete letdown. I enjoyed myself, and the buffet between gambling splurges was so good that I almost forgot that I was out $40 and had nothing to show for it. Getting back on the "Fun Bus" was a great booster though, because not only had the Mexicans become more drunk, and thus easier to laugh at, but I had also lost the least amount of money of anyone on the bus. Shocking I know, but apparently losing $500 isn't a big deal when there is so much booze you can't remember your name. On the bus ride home, the Mexicans were finishing off the Jello shooters and we had a great thing happen. A person (who will be called Jose for anonymity's sake) was walking back with an armload of shooters when a gust of wind blew the bus sideways. All of a sudden there was a shower of shooters, and we heard a load thud as he smacked into the side of the bus. My friend asked him if he was ok, and the only response was, "No, would chew be okey eef chew heet de side of a f#$%#%# bus?" He then laid back down and was quiet for a while. After a few minutes he stood up and asked us if there were any more shooters.
Now this is just a small sampling of the blogs to come, this turned out to be much longer than I had imagined, and I am gonna call this one quits before I start in on other life lessons. However, if you liked this one, tune in tomorrow, same blog time, same blog channel. AND I AM OUT!

What am I doing up so late?

I am sure that you read the title of this blog and felt oh so enticed to read on. Therefore, I encourage you to do so. It will be short, but it goes out to my adoring public. Simply because I have gotten some hate mail. apparently there is at least one person who does read this thing. Ok, so I made that last part up, but it sounded nice. I have much to tell, but no time to tell it, so this is just you know that I haven't given up, I have only taken a hiatus. I shall return. Thank you and good night.