Allow me to introduce you to "Party AL." Friday and Saturday nights I was partying as "ghetto man." Rolling around in limos, RV's, Halloween parties, shopping for things to add to my costume, up in the penthouse at the ritz carlton hotel. The next morning, on the patio having Sunday-funday while watching football.
Now please meet "Daddy AL." this al was up last night until 11pm trying to offer help on a Theology project that was assigned to his son on Friday of last week but apparently didn't seem important until about 8pm last night... the night before its due! Shopping at target for poster board, coming up with different ideas for the presentation, taping, gluing, cutting out pictures, doing everything that is possible to help my son use his brain to be creative.
Now, please meet businessman and grown-up al. this al yesterday met with the general contractor, plumber and sheet rock guy to get started on a rental property that I just bought a month ago. He'll be at homew depot today, buying a bathtub, a kitchen sink and fixtures. He will be Picking out colors for paint work through out the house; trying to visualize what to do with this house to make it rentable to some person that is going to be in need of a roof over his or her head. (by the way, I will be posting pics of this project just in case anyone wants to follow along on the progress.)
Then there is work out al. this al went to an aerobic class yesterday only to realize he may have less rhythm than most 24 year old white girls. He has no skill whatsoever when it comes to "kicking!" but this al needs to get in shape if he wants to run in the 8 mile turkey trot on thankgiving morning and in a half marathon in the 2nd week of December.
And finally, meet Lawn Boy AL. this al will be at his mom's house immediately following the show today, mowing, edging, blowing and sweeping! This al has the least amount of fun!
Im not gonna bore you with a whole lot of dribble today. I'll just say that in my laziness, I decided to just look around the house for some odds and ends to wear for Halloween and I came up with an outfit that really didn't have much of a theme. So I just called myself, "ghetto man!"
A wig, big platform shoes, a red bra, a red cape, you know... just the normal stuff any normal guy has laying around the house. Anyway, we partied like rock stars for the whole weekend and here are a few of the pics.
...and don't forget. Send me an email and let me know why you deserve to go out with us on the "single parents night out.."
I am fortunate enough sometime to have the opportunity to be able to go to "movie premier's or screenings" a lot of times because of my job. And last night was one of those nights. But the only problem was "American Gangster" was expected to be really crowded. And the movie people wanted everyone there by 7pm. Well, what made this a problem was the fact that payton doesn't get dropped off by the late bus until 6:50p. so dad jumped into action. I packed up a fresh shirt and a towel and off I went to pick him up. His bus drops him off at a huge book store. So I really didn't see anything wrong with him going into the bathroom of the bookstore with his towel in one hand, his shirt in the other, and him taking a quick bird bath in the bathroom and then we would hurry off to the movie! Really wasn't so passive about my plan.
But after a quick talk about how the kids in AFRICA barely have running water, he finally went in to do his thing. He took the quick bird bath and off we went to the movie.
I wonder if this will be one of those things that my son will remember for the rest of his life!!!
If you work on the radio, and you mention that you met a supermodel that was just "average" on the hotness scale, you probably don't want to give her the website where she can listen to that audio.
Will I ever grow out of my stupidity? DON'T ANSWER THAT!
If you haven't been following along, I met this supermodel over the weekend. And I would love to be the guy that says, yeah, I met this hottie and she was totally digging me.. but that wasn't the case AT ALL! Firstly, she was just average hotness! As kellie said, she got way hotter after everybody told me that she was a supermodel!
Secondly, we may have talked for a grand total of about 5 minutes. Anyway, apparently some of her friends must have casually mentioned that I talked about meeting her on the air. No big deal, right? So they gave her my number and she called me to see if I mentioned her charity. I didn't, but I will now. Its sunflowerchildren.org for those of you that are interested. Anyway, in telling her the story about how we joked about her accent and her dancing the night away with my buddy andy, I gave her our website so that she could listen to the segment on our kpod. Its all good, right? Wrong!
I went to the kpod myself to listen to the segment and 1 minute into my story in the "story guy" segment, I hear myself saying that the supermodel that I met was "not that hot!" or average hotness or something... I really want to block this out of my mind. As soon as I heard what I said, knowing that I just gave her the website so she could hear it herself, I just screamed! Yes, I have driven a supermodel into a depression... I bet she wont eat for a week!!! Duh! She's a model! J she wasn't going to eat anyway!
Helena Houdova, you're a really hot supermodel!!! Good luck with my buddy Andy!
but we do seem to be moving in the right direction. First of all, thanks to all of you that left a comment from my last entry regarding my son payton. I never thought I was experiencing something that so many parents go through in one way or another.
But as I mentioned in the weekend rap up, things are going a little better. payton and I had a "stand off" the other night. I wanted him to do something. he didn't want to do it. So we just were stuck. Then, after 30 minutes or so, something clicked with him and he did eventually apologize. Our make up hug was really special.
Im sure there are going to be more tough days to come but it was GREAT to have an attitude free weekend.
So, im at a club with some of my friends Saturday night and sitting there, on a couch by herself is this blond girl. At first glance, she didn't appear to be any hotter than several girls in the "pretty people" club. But, since she was the only thing between me and the bottle of vodka on the coffee table I took that as an opportunity to get to know her. So, I tried to strike up a conversation with her. The only problem was the girl was Czech. And with the music blasting, and her accent, I could barely understand a word she was saying.
BUT SHE WAS HOT, SO I TRIED!!! J yes, I know I have a girlfriend.. I wasn't trying to hookup. I was doing what I do. I came to the party alone and I was talking to the other alone person...
Anyway, after he 2 minute conversation with the Czech girl that went something like this:
Me: so whats your name?
Hot Czech girl: theuehnf tiuehfjkow owijnofinwoni
Me: really, that's a pretty name.. where are you from
Hot Czech girl: ojkdfniuwenwf owerihgowen pwnefwnefo
Me: aww ok, ive always wanted to go there. By the way, you're hot!
Hot Czech girl: pwoej2 kmdfkm cvmk'rm[weop m[e'kimg[kr
Me: well, it was nice talking to you. Im gonna go over there and say hi to my friends.. but I'll be checking you out... cause you're hot!
Hot Czech girl:lkcd owdmvk 0945u fkwokdf ow owmi!
So after this insightful, in depth, conversation, I got up and went to talk to my friends.
One of my friends said, how'd that go for ya? I said, she's hot but I couldn't understand a word she said. Then my friend says, " you know who that is right?"
That's Helena houdova... she's an international supermodel!
Just as was about to go let her know who she was, my friend andy grabbed her hand, took her to the dance floor and I don't think they ever came back!
All I could say was: pkomdfpokwm wiomfkwmfp kfmoim irod,!
