How Textican got her name Textican

As you may know already I ran into a pretty cool girl at a concert one time and started dating her. She lived in Dallas so it was always driving to see her or her driving to see me. After months of doing this I kind of got tired of the whole thing. She called me up one day after she visited me and was crying her eyes out, something about her family didn't like her seeing a guy like me (I wasn't mexican, non-jehovah witness). For some reason I was pleased with the news, she wasn't. I just replied "Its for the best." That was in 2008(?) Everyday she would blow up my phone with text messages thus the nickname Textican was born. When I say blow up my phone, non stop text messaging without a reply. I was sitting at Thunderbirds house one day and the Textican attacked with more text messages, phone calls. She would mail me mix cds and shoot me e-mails. INSANE. So that nite Thunder & I talked about making a game out of it. Text Messages = 1 point, Electronic Mail = 2, Phone Call = 3, Voice Mail = 4, Street Mail (CDs) = 5 and Drop Ins = Game Over. We used his dry erase board to keep score. I let a handful of friends know about the Textican Game. Two-three days past and we had 22 people with bets on how many points she can rack up in the span of a month. Thunderbird's dry erase bird had the list of people in the game. I think she ended up around 300-350. Here is the sad thing.. .  we played the game twice. That following October we ran the game until Christmas, made the points a different scale and she ended with around 900+ points. She stopped for a while, three months. Just recently (May) she text me about if I bought tickets to a concert or not. I looked at my phone and THOUGHT I came up with a plan that would just end her text messaging for good. I text her "Rex is in the shower." BOOM, that is perfect my "girlfriend" text her! Great idea, the only problem is Textican did not stop one second. She kept texting. "Textican: El Tornado Trecero" might be upon us.

The Suit Up Summer Challenge

That is me about four years ago suited up for my friend's wedding. I bought that suit a few month before the wedding. I still have it.

Fast forward to mid April 2011. I am sitting around with Rachel & Skill.We start talking about Jimmy (the friend) coming into town, then the suit was mentioned. I swear I am a 31, Skill does not believe me. As always it ends up in a light argument about if I can still fit in the suit. Rachel, as usual doesn't want anything to do with us and our bets (last time she was involved she named her child after me). There was no possible way I could suit up right out of the gate so the challenge was set. I had May 3rd to August 3rd to fit in the suit. Three months to turn around and suit up. Just for good measurement one nite I brought the suit over to their house. I tried it on and we agreed that I could barely fit in it. The jacket was the problem. That is that, I have 3 months to win The Suit Up Summer Challenge. What do I get if I win- dignity. What do I get if I lose- shamefulness. Now people I will tell you that I have not been trying my best. I need to turn it around. Early March I started jogging around the neighborhood but slowly that died out, so has eating healthy. I must win this. Need to get it right, I love that suit. Talk has been heating up on a Speed Challenge. I told him I could throw 60mph, he thinks I would clock 54. I am currently trying to find a radar gun for pitching.

Okay kids pick the next post

A- Cobra has a blind date
B- The Wedding Girl
C- How Textican Got Her Name
D- Senior Prom

Lyric of the day: Now I've been pulling thread doing all kinds of evil, I know you hate me baby but don't break the needle (J Roddy Walston & The Business- Don't Break the Needle)

Newly Divorced

I did not want to blog about Cobra again (need to spread his madness out) so this is an old blog I posted about two years ago. Sorry to the readers who have already seen this.



Every Sunday afternoon I make my way to my grandparents house for Sunday Lunch. The food usually hits the table around 12:30 or later. So to pass the time I look at the Best Buy catalog, the sports pages, and maybe the funnies. If I feel like looking at hot girls that have walked the aisle the previous day, I will check out the LIVING SECTION. Some are dynamite and some. . . not so much. Most of the time I know the girls. My age group is the ones dominating this section or going through their first divorce. By this point in my life most of the people who got married are over and now are single. That's what I want to know, which girls are divorced now. How can we add that section to the paper? What would their picture be? Usually the girl is in a garden wearing a white dress smiling as big as she can. Would the divorce pictures look like this?>>>>>>>
To let the Shreveport/Bossier area know that you are a free woman now and you have it "going on." Wonder who is taking care of the kids. That is another thing. In the Living Section it announces who all was in the wedding, where it was, the honeymoon destination and where you and the one you love are setting up shop once all is said and done. The Divorce Section needs to do the same. List where you like to kick it, which bars, favorite drinks, topics that you like, where you are going to settle down now that the divorce went final. I believe it should also give the reader a heads-up on what the ex looks like. We do not want Fat Cats looking like Lou's Basement in Fight Club. If the woman or man has children, it should also list that. Nothing can ruin a good night like hearing the baby monitor go off around 4am, I might as well just change the dipper and leave. Like I said, this is just an idea that I think would work.