So, we went and took our dead kitty, shadow, and buried her out on some property that my wife's cousin owns. It's a pretty place out in the country where we can go visit her anytime we want.
I think the kids are handling it well, or at least as well as can be expected. Angie on the other hand is still feeling a lot of guilt, but I guess that's to be expected too.
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Life in the wonderful world of professional wrestling is par for the course, or in other words, all fucked up.
Our former employer wants a war, and all we want to do is business. I will not throw the first punch, but if forced to do so I will for damn sure throw the last one. Period.
However, not all the news on this front is bad.
I hope to be advertising our new promotion's first show here sometime in the near future. We've gotten permission to use all of the equipment and the name of our old promotion. Soon we will relaunch the MTWA, my first real, full time home in the business. It feels a lot like going home.
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I've had something really weird happen lately, and when I say weird I mean really, really fucked up.
It seems like I can't leave the house anymore without getting hit on.
I've been hit on by single women, married women (in front of their husbands), women I don't know, women I do know, older women, younger women, I even got hit on by a woman working in the GAP kids section while my wife and kids were standing ten feet away from us!
What the fuck is going on? I know it's probably not me, it's not like i've gotten a makeover, or lost some weight, Hell, i've gained a little weight back recently. My hair's all different colors from where i've stopped dying it, i've grown a beard, and as always, I dress like the slob that I am.
Isn't this sort of thing supposed to happen in the springtime? To other men?
Fuck, it's flattering but it's honestly weirding me out. I'm afraid this might be Gods way of saying, "two months to live Josh, enjoy", lol.
I think the kids are handling it well, or at least as well as can be expected. Angie on the other hand is still feeling a lot of guilt, but I guess that's to be expected too.
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Life in the wonderful world of professional wrestling is par for the course, or in other words, all fucked up.
Our former employer wants a war, and all we want to do is business. I will not throw the first punch, but if forced to do so I will for damn sure throw the last one. Period.
However, not all the news on this front is bad.
I hope to be advertising our new promotion's first show here sometime in the near future. We've gotten permission to use all of the equipment and the name of our old promotion. Soon we will relaunch the MTWA, my first real, full time home in the business. It feels a lot like going home.
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I've had something really weird happen lately, and when I say weird I mean really, really fucked up.
It seems like I can't leave the house anymore without getting hit on.
I've been hit on by single women, married women (in front of their husbands), women I don't know, women I do know, older women, younger women, I even got hit on by a woman working in the GAP kids section while my wife and kids were standing ten feet away from us!
What the fuck is going on? I know it's probably not me, it's not like i've gotten a makeover, or lost some weight, Hell, i've gained a little weight back recently. My hair's all different colors from where i've stopped dying it, i've grown a beard, and as always, I dress like the slob that I am.
Isn't this sort of thing supposed to happen in the springtime? To other men?
Fuck, it's flattering but it's honestly weirding me out. I'm afraid this might be Gods way of saying, "two months to live Josh, enjoy", lol.
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alpo:
Ha! Now I know you're a B5 nerd. Better give up and post a pic of yourself in your PsiCorps uniform. 
alpo:
Thanks, dude. I haven't laughed so hard in months as I did just now at this post. I needed that. Honestly. 