Taking Care Of My Grandfather


What up! What up! What up! What up y’all! I Just hope that wherever you are, you are having a great morning, afternoon, evening or night. As always, enjoy your Monday to the fullest and don’t let nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody fuck it up for you, no matter what goes down. As for my drinking. This past weekend was my second alcohol free weekend. But even though it’s Monday and I’m going back to the salt mines (work), I really can’t complain, because I feel GRRRRREAT!

On a Godfather/Adoptive Grandfather note! Since my mother in law was still in the hospital yesterday and her husband was with her, I had to take care of my wife’s grandfather, who is also my Godfather and who I like to call my adoptive grandfather. I got him breakfast from the store and watched some TV with him, even though he kept falling asleep in the sofa and refused to go to bed. I also injected his insulin, which I also do for my wife. I really enjoyed the time with him. Thinking about family, it’s incredible how I get along better with my wife’s family, than my own. The thing is, that my six sisters just love drama and I like to stay away from it all. They are all adults and should know how to deal with life, plus they are all older than me, so they should know better. As for my adoptive grandfather, I don’t mind taking care of him, since I never got a chance to meet either my maternal or paternal grandfathers. I guess that in a way, someone upstairs said… Here you go, a grandfather, so in the end, you can’t complain. Bwahahahahaha!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

My Adoptive Mother In The Hospital


What up! What up! What up! What up y’all! I Just hope that wherever you are in this crazy yet funny planet of ours, you are having a great morning, afternoon, evening or night. Enjoy your Sunday to the fullest and don’t let nobody, absolutely nobody, fuck it up for you, no matter what happens. On a drinking side of things, today I celebrate my thirteenth alcohol free day and my second alcohol free weekend and I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT! No hangover or none of that bullshit whatsoever..

On a family note! Last Friday while I was at work, I got a call from my wife and she told me that after her mother got home from a minor surgery earlier in the day, she wasn’t feeling well and so an ambulance had to take her to the emergency room. After work, I passed by to see her, but she was still out of it. I didn’t say anything to my wife, who was by her side, but I really felt a little nervous, since my mother in law has been getting dialysis for a couple of months already. Don’t worry my loyal 1.5 readers, one of my sisters in law is compatible with her and so she will be donating a kidney to her in a couple of months. Right now, I am happy to say, that my mother in law mother is still in the hospital, but she is doing much better. She will stay in the hospital for a couple of days, but as long as she is under the care of professionals, I am OK. One more thing, my wife and her mother know that I love my mother in law, as if she was my own mother and I don’t want nothing bad to happen to her… ever.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

I Miss My Super Mom Every Single Day


What up! What up! What up! What up! y’all! As for today Saturday? Well, for years I’ve been wanting to go to a comedy club, but neither my wife, daughter or son wanted to go with me. So yesterday, my son got a few free tickets to a comedy club in downtown Manhattan from a co-worker of his, and he asked me if I would go with him. I guess you can say that for the first time, we are having a father son night out. I’m really happy that I’m finally going to a comedy club for the first time, but it’s going to be very special for me, because I’m sharing the experience with my son. He told me that the drinks are on him, LMMFAO. So today, for sure, I’m finally getting a hair cut and a shave. Don’t worry, you know that for sure, I’ll be posting about our experience tomorrow… pics included y’all.

On a mother and son note! Close to Twenty-three years ago… exactly eleven days away from my twenty-sixth birthday, my mother lost her battle with breast cancer. I can tell you, that there’s not one day that I don’t think about her, not one, even after so many years. The only thing that I have always regretted is, that I can’t remember ever telling her that I loved her. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember if I ever told her those words. The thing is, that I never pictured life without my mother. I guess that in the back of my mind, she was immortal. I know that I was a little asshole during my rebellious teenage years. But when I met my wife, I got my shit together. My point? Not all parents are bad. The reality of it all is, that they just want the best for us. What’s the fucked up shit you ask? That most of us never take the time to say thank you or I love you to our parents. Now THAT! is really fucked up in our part! Always keep in mind, that you don’t have to wait for mother’s day or father’s day to say those words or to do something special for them. Trust me, they won’t be around for ever.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!