Things About Me

Three names you go by:
1. Carlos 2. Cj 3. Dad

Three parts of your heritage
1. Mexican 2. Scottish 3. British, English, whatever

Three of your everyday essentials
1. Computer 2. Food 3. Coffee

Three things you’re wearing right now
1. Shorts 2. T-Shirt 3. Socks

Three things you want in a relationship
1. Open communications 2. Lots of fun 3. Torrid, frequent sex ;-)

Two truths and a lie
1. I despise narrow-minded people 2. I’m a morning person 3. I hit the lotto and am moving to Tahiti

Three things about the opposite sex that appeal to you
1. Ability to communicate 2. Gentleness 3. The way they look in tight jeans!

Three of your favorite hobbies
1. Cooking 2. Fishing 3. Sex

Three things you want to do really badly right now
1. Get our house renovations over and done with. 2. Not go to work 3. Go back to school

Three places you want to go
1. Mexico City (again) 2. Jamaica (again) 3. Los Compadres restaurant (in Progresso on the Yucatan peninsula) for their great tacos al pastor

Three things you want to do before you die
1. See my kids get married and have kids. 2. Visit Greece. 3. Enjoy the fruits of my labor by living through more than a few years of retirement.

Three ways that you’re stereotypically a guy:
1. It’s hard to watch TV without the remote in my hand. 2. I’m not very good at cleaning house (I try though). 3. It’s hard not to gawk at a girl with big ol’ breasteses or a way fine ass, especially in tight jeans ;-)

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I had a nickname once upon a time. Nina, an old friend in NJ started calling me Will back in 1985 or so. Why? Because “I will” was a common answer from me any time she gave me a hard time about doing one thing or another. Her kids even started calling me Uncle Will. The last time I visited her in 1995 they were still calling me Uncle Will. I think I’ll write about ol’ Nina in a future blog entry. She was a fuckin’ riot.

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This story kills me!

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Quote of the Day:
"If I'm the president of the United States, I walk right into Union Square, I set up my little presidential podium, and I say, 'Listen, citizens of San Francisco, if you vote against military recruiting, you're not going to get another nickel in federal funds. Fine. You want to be your own country? Go right ahead. And if Al Qaeda comes in here and blows you up, we're not going to do anything about it. We're going to say, look, every other place in America is off limits to you, except San Francisco. You want to blow up the Coit Tower? Go ahead.'" --Bill O'Reilly, November 2005, on San Francisco voting to ban military recruiters from city schools

Note: What the fuck does letting recruiters come to your schools have to do with Al Qaeda? Did you know that the “No Child Left Behind” act mandates that public schools release names, home phone numbers and home addresses of your children to military recruiters? My son’s private school has recruiters visit too. I don’t have a problem with recruiters visiting or serving in the military (I did it for 21yrs after all), but I do have a problem with how deceptively they sugarcoat their pitch. I’d love to have one call or come by here. I’d pretend I wasn’t a retired vet, and let them sling the bullshit until the end. ;-)