2026 Intro:
"Last post of 2006"? I don't remember writing for any website, or a personal blog, in 2006. So I really don't know what's going on here. But I do have to say some things.
First off, I'm ashamed of the way I thought back in those days. I didn't believe in illegal immigration. I'm not saying I'm not against it now, but back then, I had an extreme stance. And a racist one. I worked in a gas station, and illegals were a big part of the customer base. Most of them did have some unique haircuts. But the way I talked about them, it's disgusting.
Me and India hit the baby-having timeline we had set for ourselves. That's funny.
I went to the dentist to get my left-side wisdom teeth, and a tooth that got a hole in it, out in February of that year, but other than that, yeah, I'm terrified to go back. It's been almost 20 years now. And my mouth is worse than ever. I need to start playing the lottery, because winning a lot of money is the only way I'm going back.
Also, this is the year that India almost died from a pet store trip. And the year I went back to California to say goodbye to Terrilyn Sue Miller. Again, I think like I put in another post, it's crazy to think that while I was saying goodbye to her, her other child was about 20 minutes away in the 2nd grade.
And I just remembered. MySpace had a space on your profile where you could keep a blog. And that's where this is from. I would say 'enjoy', but it's pretty cringe. But it's my writing, so I'm putting it here.
Original Post:
Ah, this is my last post of 2006. As if anyone cares, honestly. The only things I really can remember about this year is:
I got fired from Mapco for talking about illegals, I got hired at a liquor store right behind the Mapco.
I failed all my classes in the fall because I thought it was all over, but now I know I actually CAN go back to school next semester.
I saw a few really good movies in the theaters: Hostel, V for Vendetta, Pirates...Dead Man's Chest, Texas Chainsaw: the Beginning, Saw 3, the most important one, the original Halloween, in THEATERS, on Oct. 30th, and Rocky Balboa on December 29th, by the way, that movie was so good, my wife didn't want to see it and planned to sleep during the movie, but come out of the movie saying it was one of the best she's ever seen.
I went to California, not for a vacation, but to see my Momma, who I've never had much of a relationship with, die. It was inevitable, but even though we didn't know much of each other, I really took it hard. I cried a few good times. She WAS my flesh and blood, she gave birth to me, and I DO miss her, no matter what anyone may think. I said a lot of mean things about her throughout my life, but I miss her and do love her, and I did say that to her. That was the last thing I said to her, and she knew it, because she actually became alert the last time i saw her and listened to me cry and say I love you.
Earlier in the day that my Mom called to tell me that my Momma was dying, India and I went to Pet Land to get a guinea pig. We stayed in there a little while, playing with birds, guinea pigs, ferrets, and looking at fish, lizards, and other animals. After we picked out a guinea pig, we left. During the 5-10 minute ride home, India's eye and face progressively got more irritated and swollen. By the time we got home, one of her eyes was swollen shut and she had hives all over her cheek.
I told India to take a shower to see if it would help, and meanwhile, her Aunt was telling me to give her a Benadryl. She started crying in the shower because it was getting worse, and her throat was starting to close up. When she got out, she took a Benadryl, and we headed to the hospital. Of course, I sped to get there as soon as I could, and of course, I got pulled over. Now, typically I'm an advocate for cops, because they help the community, but this cop, I wish I could have punched in the face.
He asked me why I was going so fast, then after ignoring my answer looked at my wife, who had just composed herself after crying for a while, and asked her what was wrong. Apparently he thought I was an abuser. After forcing me to stay put until an ambulance got there to take my wife to the hospital, he told me to go on to the hospital while the paramedics helped her in the back of the ambulance. When I got to the hospital, I had to wait until they had her stabilized before I could go see her. Eventually, after a shot of EpiPen, and help from nurses, she got released a little later.
I'll say this: That particular cop was an ass. Why, I don't know. Looking back on it, I wish I would have just drove on to the hospital, gotten the ticket, and probably the beaten by the ass-cop, rather than wasting time sitting on the side of the road for 15 minutes and paying $750 for a 1 mile ride in an ambulance. Seriously, I was about a mile from the hospital.
Me and India went to Myrtle Beach for our ONE YEAR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!! She almost broke her foot ON our anniversary, so that was bad, but we made the most of it.
All in all, I can't really remember much about the year except the stuff in this blog.
Me and India fight a lot, talk about everything, and love each other more than anything other than God. I love her and I really hope to have a child with her within 2 to 4 years. I can't wait to raise a child with her. I love her more than life itself, and without her coming into my life nearly 6 years ago at Bi-Lo, my life would be completely different. I love her.
And another thing about this year is, I have been concentrating on a lot of bad things lately. I'm growing more and more scared about cancer, hernias, my teeth falling out, me dying suddenly of a heart attack at 23, because I'm a fat-ass. I have pains in my lower mid-section all the time, and to a lesser extent, my......"man-region". HAHAHA, man region, that's a gay way to put it. But testicular cancer scares me more than any one thing on this Earth. And my teeth are bad, and I don't want to go to the dentist, because I don't want to feel pain, because I'm a wuss.
Anyway, I hope whoever, if anyone, reads this, enjoyed it. It's my life, and sadly, i just summed up my whole year of 2006 in about 6 paragraphs. Sad, ain't it?
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