Back in the day when boys grew to be men...

This was an unfinished post from awhile back. I found it in my drafts. I have a lot of men in my life. Sadly I know a lot of grown boys too. Guess the post was actually finished in just the title. 

Catfish Bad

You know your lunch was terrible when it inspires poetry. Either that or working for the Federal Goverment has made me lose my mind... with this I present... Catfish Bad. Catfish Bad Bad texture, bad taste Oh catfish why must you mock my face? My tongue is so sad, such high hopes Your flavor boasts, but in the flesh you Were not so fresh. Catfish Bad. Tara Sad.

The Square

Anyone who knows me, actually no, anyone who has been with me at any random time when I'm feeling snarky knows I have a pet peeve with "the square." Not all things square, somethings are meant to be square, televisions, photographs, but cars? No. Worst cars EVER, in random order... HHR Cube Scion Flex - honest to god a microwave on wheels PT Cruiser, not square but annoys the hell out of me anyway Soul That is all. Make it a great day :)

Wow, so Todd, Ava and I have our own family blog now. Hopefully I write more on there than I do on here. I realized after re-reading my journals which I have kept since I was 8 that Todd and I met on August 22, 1997. Wow. Wow.

Relationships

By nature of what I do, frequently I have friends that approach me for relationship advice.

I don't have the energy to get into some of these conversations but I just realized
there is a fine line between patience in relationships and being a complete dumb ass.
Both transcend age.

Wow

A Brazilian boy died earlier this week. May he rest in peace. He died after masterbating 42 times...in one night...while doing so online for numerous others to see. He was 14.

There is so much wrong with the above synopsis that I am speechless.

Pet Peeves

Why do people feel the need to back into a parking spot...
...in a severely cramped parking deck...
...during rush hour traffic...
... to save 30 seconds after work...
...only to take 3 minutes to park prior to work???

This has become my number one pet peeve. Which apparently I feel the need to complain about everyday via text to Jessica.

I have probably become Jessica's number one pet peeve.