Found this poppy video. It’s cute and it’s got a nice hook.

I have been thinking about celebrities with crazy names. Sadly most of these are nicknames.
Tiki Barber is a nickname.
Coco Crisp is a nickname.
Sabado Domingo, I think, is a stage name.
Ocho Cinco changed his name.
Milton Bradley is his real name. Which is awesome.
I am not talking about celebrity babies names like:
Moon Unit,
Moxie Crimefighter,
Apple.
I guess I am in favor of naming your kid something normal and letting them change it to something strange later on if they want to.

Got my costume catalog for this year.

I’ve already spouted over and over at how slutty the girls costumes are. Really there is scant difference between the adult female and the teen female costumes. The size is the same, the intent is the the same, the heels are a little higher the older you get, so it is just a question of degree.

My kids know what they are going to be and thank God it isn’t any of these. Actually it is rather clever and I endorse it completely.

More later.

Not sure why I am feeling so bluesy. It would be nice if somehow I meant that I somehow can play the alto sax and I have been playing Blues on it lately. Really I have no excuses, but today for some reason is just not my favorite day.

I am trying to be upbeat, put on a happy face and smile. I guess though maybe that is making it worse. The harder I try to be happy, the harder it seems and the less true it seems. I might as well admit it. I am feeling blue.

When you are young you storm around and you say “Nobody loves me”. Of course they do, but it feels so gratifying to say it. It’s so simple and it explains everything away by assigning the blame somewhere else. What you really mean is I feel terrible, but it is everyone else’s fault but your own. You feel terrible because all of thems is out to get you and their goal all along is to make you feel terrible.

Now I have seen a lot of things in my life but almost never (meaning never ever) is EVERYone just out to get you and to make you feel miserable. Normally (meaning always) you feel terrible because you feel terrible. Not because everyone in you life is doing anything different then they always do. Everything on the outside is the usual BS - only your feelings have changed.

Some friends or maybe acquaintances of mine just got married. I am very happy for them but selfishly I am sad since I was not invited. I have a good friend, one of my best friends, who has told me on another occasion not to be such a girl and not worry neither feel down if you are not invited to a wedding. This, he tells me, is what women do. Ugh, I must be some sort of emotional girlie-man since I love weddings and I am continually feeling burned when I am not invited to them by couples that I know and thought were my friends.

I guess I shouldn’t worry. People are going to get married, they are going to live and fall in love and have kids or not. They will stay married forever or break up and get divorced. Some people will never get married and some people will wish they could be married but will be prevented by law from doing so. Some people will be priests, some will join the military and live and die without ever getting married. All of this will happen without me. The world will continue to spin without any intervention from me. This should be a relief I suppose.

I like going to weddings. They are nice. You feel hopeful, you see this couple and they are all goo-goo eyes over each other and it gives one hope. You have hope that with all this love going around that it might turn out OK for the rest of us in the unlovable caste.

Just recently I was the officiant for my brother’s wedding. Yeah, my little brother got married and why I don’t know but he asked me to preside over the ceremony. It was really sweet and I am so happy he has found someone who he loves and who loves him. I feel good about helping them out in this way. Seems like what a big brother should do.

In conclusion, I am something blue.

Just hosted my brother’s bachelor party the other day. I must admit I got myself completely worked up over the whole thing. I worked myself into a frenzy wanting everything to be just so.

I have this idealized picture of myself as Buddha, unconcerned and unattached to any outcome. In reality I am control freak and when I plan something I become obsessed on it being realized as I conceived it. It’s really pretty embarrassing.

Regardless of my own emotional shortcomings the day was a lot of fun and it seemed that everyone present had a good time, including and especially our bachelor. Even if I was born with only one brother, my sisters have married some great guys and now I have lots of great brothers-in-law. It was great to have them along. For those of you who couldn’t come, you were missed.

Someone said that one of the members of my party came along to appease me. If so, I don’t care. I hope they had a good time anyway.

I also heard that the bride to be was angered that one of our activities was a gentleman’s club. For that I apologize but I would do the same every time.  The groom is not in charge of their bachelor party, just a victim of it. During the course of my bachelor party, all my friends were ditched and we did all manner of things that I really did not want to do. So in short, that’s the way it goes. I’m sorry you didn’t get a say. I didn’t either. I guess that does not make it right, but it was somewhat satisfying to get my brother back after all those years.

I guess that’s it for now.

Say hi to your mother for me.

I was able to go to the Nascar race on Father’s Day. Thanks to Kevin, Nikki, and Tati and Max Papis. It was a lot of fun. Exhausting but so much fun.