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Cake day: July 5th, 2023

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  • When I was married, my wife desperately wanted a shih tzu puppy. I spent months trying to find one at the adoption facilities, checking their websites everyday, until one day, one popped up. His name was teddy. Just the cutest little floofball you ever saw. And the adoption rules were the first person who showed up, who wanted him, and could pay the fee, would get him. The facility opened at 9AM, I was waiting outside the door, in Colorado winter, starting at 5AM. Had a warm coat, thermos of hot coffee, I was a man with a purpose. One by one people would show up, and I’d tell them, you’re behind me. Soon there was a line, and as each new comer would show up, I’d say “the line starts with me, and goes to him, her, him… and then you.”

    Place opened up, I’m first in line, first to the counter, I say “I’d like to adopt Teddy please.” The guy at the counter looks at me, looks at the line, and says “Are all y’all here to adopt Teddy?” to which they reply, yes. So he says, well, by show of hands, who thinks we should do a raffle of all your names, and whoever gets picked gets to adopt Teddy?" They all, of course, raise their hands, with myself being the lone frustrated dissenter. Sure enough, he takes all our names, puts them in a hat, and draws the name of the lady who got their fucking LAST. I was furious. Waited for hours out in the cold, just for this jerk behind the counter to change the adoption rules on a whim. All that effort, just to get the shaft before having to go into work (yeah I did all that right before working a 12 hour shift).

    Anyway, that’s another story.

    So after that, I said screw the adoption facilities, and went to craigslist. One day, after another couple months of looking, find a litter of Yorkshire Terriers. Decided to go for it. I even trick the wife into coming with me (told her I wanted her help loading a free recliner into the truck), I go into the house, give the lady $200, and from the litter of 4-5, the teeniest little munchkin isn’t afraid, comes right up and gives me the tiniest “awoo!” I pick her immediately, bring her to the car, wife holds her the whole ride back, a shivering, flea covered poofball.

    Now I grew up with dogs, but every dog I ever had was a big one. Mastiff, Cane Corso Mastiff, Pit mix, Doberman, Rhodesian Ridgeback, my Mom and Dad were all about dogs that could protect us. So I never really gave the yorkie the time of day, and after all, she was for my wife! But dang, did that yorkie bond with me. Tilly (short for Attilla the Bun) was all about nestling inside the crook of my arm while we watched TV, and she’d clamor about my feet until I’d pick her up and sit her on my lap while I scrolled the internet. I couldn’t help but fall for her. I ended up having to do the same thing you did, push her away, and ignore her till she would take up with the wife.

    Made the divorce even harder, because I knew my (now) ex would need her puppy to help her through the transition, I didn’t consider keeping them apart for an instant. The day came when she had all her stuff packed up, I took Tilly on one last walk, let her lead the whole way (she strode right past the house where the three pitbulls that attacked her lived - thank goodness I was there at the time to get her away from them - she was so brave- thinking about her in that moment helps me find my courage some days still), then took her to the big green field and threw her ball to her hearts content. It was really hard seeing her go. I have a video of her I took that day I haven’t been able to watch.

    Year or so later, the ex and I are amicable, I ask if I can see Tilly, but she won’t let me. Apparently Tilly fell into a depression after leaving me. Wouldn’t play or eat or cuddle for weeks. I miss her. I never thought I could enjoy a little dog, but that rambunctious, opinionated, courageous little puppy stole my heart, and she’ll forever have a place in it.



  • Give me a salary, and I’ll show up everyday outside the fence of the prison yard, and the entire time he’s out there, I’ll hurl nonstop insults and heckling his way.

    “hey, here’s mr. dipshit himself! is that your prison boyfriend? how’s that cell treatin you, dumbass? God what a pathetic loser! walkin around alone again, huh? where’s melania? barron still hasn’t shown up? dang, nobody out here even talks about you anymore, how neat is that? Diddy gets more mail from his victims than you do period! they composted all your merchandise, mixed it with pig shit, and it’s a great fertilizer, who’da thunk your bullshit would ever amount to something useful? druuuuuuuuuuuumpf. druuuuuuuuuuuuuumpf. loser couldn’t make money off a casino his daddy bought’im! druuuuuuuuuuuuumpf. missing your gold toilet loser? yum this mcdonalds burger is soooooo good, maybe if you’re good all year they might let work at one!”

    I can go all day


  • I feel your pain, man. I once spent months planning a costume Halloween party. Spent over a grand in decorations alone, just spooky-ing up the house like crazy. Got special desserts made, sent out invitations through email and instagram, a freaking flyer with the info, did an online poll to make sure I was doing it on the right weekend so the most people could attend, texted my best friend at the time like, everyday for weeks making sure he at least came.

    Come the night of, almost every single person had cancelled, and my (former) best friend just didn’t want to make the 35 minute commute, so he didn’t even come.

    Sent out another instagram message to everyone with my original party flyer but with a big “Cancelled” written across it. Ended up slowly eating all the snacks party treats over the course of a week or so. Cleaned up the decorations, and realized that now that I’m divorced, people see me different, with less respect. It’s been a difficult transition, and I’m thinking about just packing up and moving to a whole new area, to make new friends, because that shit SUCKED.

    I know that the majority of them had good excuses, but the few that didn’t… man. Yeah it really hurt, and now 2 years later I rarely if ever make time for those “friends.” I’ve just spent more time on myself, growing and becoming more comfortable in my solitude. I’m at a place where, despite a lot of present difficulties, I like myself. I’m proud of who I am, and am slowly putting myself out there more (while also planning on getting the hell out of dodge lol)





    • The Simpsons
    • Seinfeld
    • Friends
    • South Park (honorary mention)

    The Simpsons was sacred in my house, we watched every new episode as a family, and taped them all on VHS to re-watch. I can quote from the first 12 seasons endlessly.

    Seinfeld was my introduction to stand-up comedy, which has become a life-long passion and a personally fulfilling hobby. I liked the show, but I loved watching his stand-up bits.

    Friends was a show I would watch with my mom whenever I helped her in the kitchen. I was always hanging out in the kitchen, and Friends was a staple on TV at the time. I connected very much with Chandler.

    South Park was the show my older brother watched, and I only ever got to catch once in a while, but the show was groundbreaking in its concept and execution. While being vulgar, it also succinctly expressed complicated ideas that resonate with me still to this day (When Randy talks to Stan about marijuana is one of them).


  • I’m having a great time watching Justin Fields find his legs within the Steelers org. Tomlin is such a great coach, imo it’s because he focuses on the man, and not the game. Watching him interact with Broderick Jones after he gave the Steelers like 4 penalties in 7 plays, you see him talking to the man, and in the press conference later on, he doesn’t trash him in any way. Steelers also are notorious for dismissing even top-level talent if they start to become toxic, or fail to meet Tomlins expectations off the field. It’s really just a great organization to support, and it doesn’t hurt that they just keep winning.

    We now have Fields operating behind a fanTASTIC offensive line, and under a new offensive coordinator that is really playing to Fields strengths. I’m kind of hoping that he remains the starter, because while I think Russel Wilson may have better accuracy, Fields is so dangerous on the run, that it forces defenses to play in a way that minimizes that threat, which can open up the field for splash plays to Pickens.