Today I want to do something a little bit different and share a little story that is not quite as light hearted as my usual fare but I think its important to tell. Some of you may know and many of you don’t that the last few months have not been my best days and its been a time of upheaval in my life. A very long relationship ended, a dear friend passed away and basically it was just a day to day struggle for me. I spent many days mad, full of self loathing and basically just sleep walking through the day. After a few weeks of this one morning I just realized I was a miserable prick and no kind of example for my boys. I wasn’t in a happy place but I was going to get better. OK, I don’t tell you this for your sympathy and I only want to use this as backstory for something that happened to me this morning at work.
At one of my first stops of the day I went to a store that I have covered for many years and when I walked in the owner was busy with customers and gave me a quick wave behind the counter. This particular owner is a lovely 60 something Arab woman who is kind, wise and one of my favorite people to visit at work. Anyway, I am working away and I can feel her standing nearby looking at me. I glanced over and she said, “You look really good today Craig.” A bit taken aback I say jokingly, “Well, I have been trying to lose a few pounds and stuff.” She took a moment and smiled and said, “That’s not it at all, you have always been a handsome guy. Today you seem happy, confident and at peace and that looks really good on you.” Understand that this woman knows nothing about me outside of my work visits so for her to notice was kind of amazing. She smiled again and said, “You may not know this but we girls know things that you may not even be sure of yourself yet.” I just smiled and left and sat in the car for a long minute thinking about what she said. I would have never thought that a person who knows practically nothing about me could pick up on a change like that. A little food for thought here people, our attitude, our confidence, our energy shows through to people we may barely know at all. So go out there and be your best you every day even on the days when you damn well don’t feel like it. Find the people who feed off that positive energy and they will help keep your tank full as well.
So here is another important part I want to share. I know all of you are out there a little bit broken, doubting yourself, doubting your relationship, your job, your parenting skills, etc. I want us all to look around at our friends and coworkers and do just one small thing to pick them up each day. She had no idea why my whole outlook on things changed over the last couple of weeks but she was nice to let me know it showed. (You know who you are) So in a world that seems so fucking negative it gets fucking exhausting how about our little circle here tries to make a difference. Tell someone they look nice that day. Find that person who always seems a little down and buy them a beer and tell them they are truly a kick ass person. Don’t buy the Facebook profile of a friend or colleague try to get to really know them and let them know they rock. Anyway, I have been lucky in so many ways it only took me kicking myself in my own ass and then an unexpected twist of fate to make things look so much better. I want to thank all of you for always being the best group of folks who have been nothing but supportive in my life. Just remember friends, we are a little broken but we are all imminently fixable if we take care of each other.
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So, it has recently been brought to my attention that my lazy ass has not provided any witty or humorous banter on this blog in many, many months, I wanted to argue the point but that would have taken effort and frankly these folks were correct. I also racked my brain for a good 30 seconds trying to come up with a reason for my abscence but even that proved to be too overwhelming for me. So I guess all I can do is attempt to make a triumphant comeback this evening much like Tiger Woods coming back from Stripperpalooza, his wife smashing his Caddy with a 9 iron and a spine that is held together with a contraption that McGyver probably invented. So here we go.
I was at the golf course the other day and the fellas and I were having an in depth discussion about life’s greatest questions, things like will the Lions ever win a Super Bowl? What the fuck is a Keto diet? Had you ever heard of Gluten as a child? And the question that always brings up a heated and partisan response, which Spice Girl would you have liked to get in the sack? I don’t need to tell you fine readers that more than one after golf cocktail can be consumed at the 19th hole while you are weighing these lofty matters. It was after these discussions that the topic got changed to one that I truly wonder about, “Why in the hell are people these days always looking for something to be enraged about?” How do you wake up in the fucking morning and think to yourself, shower, drop the kids off, get a coffee, hit the office and then find some nonsensical thing to be offended by. In my opinion life on most days can be a swift kick in the junk you weren’t expecting so I try to start out thinking the best until at some point the cosmic forces decide to just slap me around a little bit each day. Do these people not have kids? Jobs? Bills? A damn dog that is literally bat shit crazy on the daily? I suppose it is our easy access to the 24 hour news cycle via our crack laced Apple products but even then how much of this daily bullshit really affects your life if you just choose to ignore it? I realize these news outlets are trying to make money but some of this shit that is breathlessly reported as “news” is complete foolish fucktardery. So tonight I am gonna beg you all to step away from the nonsense and live your life. I promise you that 95% of this bullshit that is forced on us each day has little to no bearing on our every day lives. So get out there and live your life, drink that cocktail, ask that person you secretly crush on out for a date, take your kids to the park and tell these idiots in Washington and the “news” media to get back with us when there is actually something relevant to life that we really need to know.
Alright folks, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. Do me a favor and like and share and maybe my fragile male ego will be more likely to not wait months to do this again.
Good morning fine readers I hope this January day finds you in good health and spirits. Today may end up being a seminal day in the history of this blog as there is a definite chance this may be the last blog ever. I know what you are thinking, “What in the hell happened? Is Big Brother trying to shut you down? Is it those fucking Russians again? Have you lost your writing spirit?” No folks, something even more diabolical has taken place, I woke up this morning with what could very well be a terminal case of the #ManFlu. (Insert gasp of horror here.)
Believe me, I am fighting the good fight and refuse to just lay down and let nature just take me to the grave. I know you are wondering how bad things are over here so let me recount a conversation betwen myself and the lovely and talented Rachel this morning.
Rachel – Sweetie, you should just stay home from work today, you barely slept and you sound and look like shit.
Me- How kind. It’s really bad this morning babe, this could be Bulimia.
Rachel- Im gonna go ahead and say no to Bulimia.
Me- I also think it cold be Plantar Fasciitis.
Rachel- Well dear, that is a freaking foot injury so I’m thinking that is not why you have sinus issues and a cold.
Me- I can feel death lurking around the corner, I am so weak. If you leave for work and I am all alone what will I do?
Rachel- Those dishes and laundry aren’t going to do themselves. You have the #ManFlu Craig, stay home and get some rest and I assure you that you will not die.
As you can see my condition has garnered very little sympathy around this house even as I sit waiting for the gentle kiss of death by Sinusitis. I am hoping that I will be able to fight off this dreaded affliction and if I can ask one favor may you all please take a moment today to #PrayForRachel.
Have a great day folks and please comment and share.
After surviving the holidays and ringing in the New Year I thought this evening would be a good time to knock the dust off of this dormant blog and maybe kick start my writing habit. At this point I think my laziness in writing is only matched by my love of tacos and the feel of a well struck golf shot. Since I am way past the age of making New Years Resolutions and thinking I will stick with them for more than 11 seconds (remember last year’s workout goals people?) I thought that his year I might take a more broad approach to my outlook on life.
Maybe I am getting older and wiser, or maybe my give a shit meter is broken but I honestly think working in my new area has actually taught me a couple of lessons. You see, the area I work in is extremely rural and to many of us it would be considered redneck, hick or hillbilly heaven. I am no different, in my first few months in this area I was convinced I was literally minutes away from getting run over by a John Deere or becoming a casualty to a rogue livestock stampede.
While I was busy working and fantasizing about my eventual demise in a dark wood with dualing banjos playing an interesting thing happened. Nothing. These folks didn’t give a rat’s ass what I thought about them or their lives. I’m talking zero fucks given. The people were very friendly to me but could literally care less what I thought about their jacked up pickups, camo laden wardbrode and shitkicker boots. This was their world and they were completely comfortable in it. While many of us are out trying to create a fake perfect world that doesn’t really make us happy these folks are out enjoying life by their own rules. Novel idea isn’t it?
Here is my final thought on this silly little observation, now that 2018 is here go out there and do what you love regardless of what it is or how you think it looks. Wanna buy a Monster Truck? Do it. Want to fill your fridge with Natty Light and watch pay per view WWE events? Go for it. Are you a 6’3″ biker dude who secretly loves opera? Go get tickets to a show my friend. It could be worse, you could be like a certain mid 30’s red blooded American male friend of mine who called “The Bachelor” compelling. Sorry Ben Callis, had to do it. Haha. Learn a little something from my hillbilly friends and go out there and do you. I promise that if you are a good person no one is going to judge how you live your life and at the end of the day you will be so much happier.
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As we turn the page into October, the signs of the fall season in Michigan are all around us. We have football, leaves changing and the ever shortening daylight each day. However, none of these scream out fall as much as the changing social media posts of all the lovely females. After days of scientific research I think I have firmly established the seasonal posting pattern of the Femalus Basicus (my own technical term). Let’s break it down shall we?
Summer time social media posts for our lady friends revolve around a few core issues that must be followed.
- Toes – Pictures of their toes must be posted any time those bare feet are let loose. At the beach, by the pool, in a lounge chair. It doesn’t matter. A sunny July day in Michigan means I am going to see more hooves than if I lived at a horse farm.
- Water – A close relative of the toe post. The water picture is absolutely crucial to female social media status. Ocean, lake, pool, pond, fucking mud puddle. It doesn’t matter. If there is water near we must photograph it and proclaim how amazingly relaxing and soothing it is.
- Detroit Tigers fandom – From roughly April until football season we are treated to repeated posts proclaiming the love of “their” boys. Listen, being a fan is great but let’s be honest here, when the girls are screaming “Tiger fan” what they are really saying is “I want to get stadium sunburned drinking $11 Miller Lites and looking at 25 year old boys in tight white pants.” You are not fooling anyone cougar nation.
- Boobs – Perhaps my favorite topic, summer posting would not be complete without some tastefully done photos highlighting the “girls.” Bathing suit boobs, tank top boobs and low cut top boobs, making sure to get just the right cleavage photo while maintaining your unskankiness is becoming an art form. Keep on keeping on girls, you won’t hear complaining from us.
Let’s now forward ourselves to our current Fall season and check out what content the ladies are providing us now.
- Pumpkin Spice everything – Truth be told, in the world of Femalus Basicus, Fall just doesn’t even exist without pumpkin spice. Coffee, candles, windshield wiper fluid it better be pumpkin spice or it’s not happening at all.
- Boots and Leggings – Again, Fall is merely a suggestion until the leggings and Uggs come out. 72 in October? Who gives a shit, here come the leggings and boots.
- Apple Orchard – Deep inside the girls know that the trip to the orchard for cider and donuts is really a slow death march through Dante’s 9 rings of Hell that no one really wants to attend. Dry donuts, overpriced juice and kids that would rather chew their own arm off than be there is an absolute must to be posted along with the obligatory family photo showing fake smiles masking the boredom.
- Football – Of course sports are huge in the fall and in Michigan it comes down to a basic question, are you a Wolverine or a Spartan? Tiger gear gets put away and out comes the hoodie of choice for your favorite team. Facebook profile pics get highlighted in green or blue and although most of the girls wouldn’t know a screen pass from a screen door you can bet your ass Saturday means beer, chili and some pigskin (this means football girls).
I hope you guys enjoyed the post and it’s nice to be back having some fun again. Just remember no one loves the Basic Bitch as much as this guy, so just take it for the fun it was meant to be. Please comment and share please, I appreciate the support.
Good evening my fine readers I hope that this Wednesday finds you all feeling incredibly happy, healthy and wise. If not, I hope you at least have copious amounts of alcohol available to get you through the rest of your day. As you know my recent blogs have been primarily focused on my descent into workout and healthy eating hell and I want you to know that the pain and suffering continue unabated. There is literally zero reward for this bullshit yet I continue to give it a mostly half ass effort so that occasionally someone may look at me and say, “Wow, you look a little less fat than you used to. Good for you.” In order to not bore my friends and fans with another tale of fitness terror I decided that this evening I was going to pen a blurb that I think everyone can relate to, the always dreaded trip to the grocery store. Over the last few trips to our local superstore I have noticed a few things that I just feel have to be mentioned for the benefit of society.
Let us begin by discussing the glaring difference in how both the male and female species attack a trip to the store. I am absolutely mesmerized by the female ability to turn a 6 item trip to Meijer into a 2 ½ hour shopping vacation. Understand, if I am sent to the store to pick up 4 or 5 items guess what I am going to come home with? Those fucking items. You know what my agenda is? Getting the hell out of the store in the shortest amount of time possible. I watch these lovely ladies strolling down each and every aisle, sipping Tim Hortons, chatting away with the complete strangers and I think to myself, do you not have homes? Are your children so badly behaved that you are hiding in the pasta aisle for 40 minutes even though nothing in that aisle was on your list? Meanwhile I am sprinting through the store like Usain Bolt hoping to God I don’t make eye contact with anyone I may know.
I would now like to continue my rant by calling out a few people in the store that are definitely on my “they deserve a throat punch” list. Let’s start with the evil beast that we shall refer to as the “How about I hog the whole damn aisle” person. This toolbox is the person who will park the cart right in the middle of the aisle and then shop on both sides while completely impeding traffic from both directions as if they were the only fucking person trying to shop. A close relative to this heinous monster is the shopper that treats the trip to the store as a giant social event. Stopping in the aisle to chat with everyone, asking stupid ass questions to the workers stocking the store and generally just being a menace. Listen here Barbara, this isn’t fucking Happy Hour at TGIF Fridays, how about you skip your happy ass down the aisle and save the idle chit chat for a different time, some of us just want taco seasoning and to go the fuck home. While I am on the topic of grocery store chatting can I please send a public service message to all of the hard working cashiers out there? Do me a solid and for the love of God please stop with your attempts at witty banter and heartfelt family stories in the checkout line. I am going to be honest here, I don’t give a frog’s fat ass that your family also tried the Havarti cheese I picked out or that you think my shoes are cool or you wish you could steal one of the beers I am buying because you have had a long day. I appreciate the work you do, I honestly do, but a simple, “Did you find everything you need?” Along with a nice “Please and thank you” will get our asses out of the store faster which is really the end goal here. I will now save my last throat punch for what has become an epidemic at our local stores. Of course I am referring to the shopper that shall be named, “Completely incapable of using a self checkout” person. Let me give it to you straight, if you have 326 items with 48 coupons, 9 bottle return slips and 7 rainchecks please do us all a favor and go through a fucking line with a cashier. If you don’t know what a UPC code is, go find a line with a cashier. And I beg you, if you are just technologically averse please go find the line with the eager cashier who would love to chat with you about that awesome brand of kitty litter you purchased.
OK folks, my rant is over as I think this is long enough but rest assured my keen observation skills will continue as we continue to fight the good fight towards more productive shopping. Thanks for reading and please feel free to comment and share.
Well folks this Sunday morning finds your fearless author in a bit of a conundrum. I find myself motivated to write you an inspiring tale of personal growth, heroism and the power of the human spirit. However, what you are going to get are the words of a broken man who has reached rock bottom. Rock bottom you may ask, my God what is it? Drugs? Alcohol? Common Street Hookers? Worry not my friends, although I am slugging back a beer as I write this it is none of these things. What HAS broken me down are three very disturbing words, Physical Fucking Fitness.
As many of you know from previous blog posts and Facebook updates your intrepid author has been on about a 10 week journey into the planet known as The Gym. I have regaled you with stories of my personal pain and suffering, shared with you the joys the of sharing a locker room with naked shaving guy and watching 110 pound women run 27 miles and then bench press 12 times their body weight. Meanwhile I huff and puff through the workout circuit and try not to get my fat ass ejected off the fucking treadmill. While all of this is depressing in and of itself last week began my death spiral into my current state of desperation. You see The Blonde Who Shall Not Be Named added another layer of Hell into my life when she instituted a little program called Meal Planning last Sunday. It seemed innocent enough she claimed it would help with grocery shopping, save us some money and possibly add a little better food into our diet. What she failed to inform me was that my work lunches were going to feature a steady diet of food that even a self-respecting rabbit might pass up. To say it was a culture shock to my previously Taco Bell loaded diet plan would be an understatement. I found myself in a constant state of starvation where even a roller hot dog at the local gas station was looking like a damn delicacy. I swear I was ready to risk food poisoning for some fucking carbs at that point.
So, all of this leads us to today where this guy finally hit rock bottom. It started out innocently enough, I woke up feeling great and then the blonde Voldemort (oops, I said it) thought it would be a great idea to hit the gym to start the day. I was not in the mood at all but I had skipped yesterday so it had to be done. The real problem wasn’t just in the going to gym part but the fact I was freaking starving so in a move of pure brilliance I suggested to the lovely and talented One that today would be a great day for a party sub. That’s right folks, 2 feet of glorious meat and cheese and piles of heavenly fucking carbs. I mean Michigan is playing for the Big Ten title and March Madness is upon us how am I supposed to survive this on cucumbers alone? I was actually in utter shock when she said, “Okay, I will call and order one for you and the boys since I have a busy day anyway.” Although this did temporarily bolster my mood I did still hit the gym with exactly zero motivation for any activity. I half assed the treadmill, slow walked through some of the machines all the while dreaming of ham, turkey and piles of bread. Now this is where things really go off the damn rails for your hero. We go the local superstore to pick up the sub and all of a sudden I am like a virgin in a whore house, every single thing looks like the greatest food I have ever seen. In hindsight it was like I was actually outside my body watching myself dart down aisles throwing shit in the cart with reckless abandon. Frozen Burritos? Fucking A right. Fish sticks? Didn’t even know they still made them but they are in the cart now. Hot Dogs, Buns and Coney supplies? Damn right. A case of beer and snack chips? Mandatory at this point. I finally calm down and we make our way to the checkout and the Beautiful One says, “Would you look at our cart? I feel like I just shopped for a fraternity house.” This is when the stark reality finally set in, there is absolutely zero chance a complete lifestyle change will ever work for me. Everyone has been so supportive the last few weeks with their, “I’m proud of you for sticking with it.” And of course when they look at you and blatantly lie with the, “Man, you are looking thin” bullshit. That’s great Chief but the scale still cries out loud when I step on it. I surrender, take all of your carb free, kale smoothie, plain salad shit and leave me alone to my bacon cheeseburger. I can’t do it, I admit it. Guess what, I love fucking cheese. I worship at the altar of pasta. Taco Tuesday? That’s for beginner’s bitches, how about taco week? Bottom line here is whatever success occurs at the gym will immediately be negated by the onion rings I will inevitably jam down my pie hole. You know what, I am ok with that. If this working out thing only helps me from ballooning into Jabba the Hut type proportions I guess I will have to take that as a small victory.
Have a great Sunday folks and as always please comment and share on the blog and Let’s Go Blue!