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canada and the US spend more on porn than they do on foreign aid.
think of the starving kids next time you jerk off.
don't get me wrong on this thing, i'm not as terribly emo as i sound. in looking at my posts it may come across that way. it's my source of venting.
...why is the font blue?. i don't know. just go with it. i can't figure it out either.
ode to my grandpa:
these past couple weeks my mom's dad has been very sick. really, it's a miracle he's still living with the health problems he's had. from multiple aneurisms, water in his lungs, and heart conditions...apparently it's just not his time. it's his rough-n-tough mexican farmer mentality that makes him belligerent to taking medications or even going to the doctor, and he's stopped taking his blood thinners and whatever else they have him on because he thinks he's fine! wtf gramps! it has me very much concerned and nervous about his future. i've never lost someone this close to me before and i don't want to any time soon. i'm more afraid to have him go and feel like i took him for granted. i have the tendency to not fully realize what i have until it's gone. or who i have. i refuse to let that happen with my ol' grandpa bluth. he is an incredible man.
let me tell you about him...."Chato" Bluth..spanish for "pug nose" (a trait i, too, own). the man was born and raised in northern mexico. grew up in a large, poor, but loving family. oh the stories he can tell! he served in the Navy after he graduated for a couple years. 1943-45, so it was near the end of the war. he played basketball for them, and in later years played on the Mexican Olympic Team. it's true. my gramps went to Italy in 1960 for the Olympics. talk about a baller. they dedicated a gym to him in his hometown and had him shoot from half-court. even in his elderly years...swoooosh! the man is 6'4"-ish and can palm my face. he's done it too. multiple times. as well as school me in checkers and poker and rook. most every meal you can guarantee he'll have a raw jalapeno in one hand that he bites along with his food. his tolerance for heat in inexplicable. he's run his farm, peach, and apple orchards for years and just barely quit milking the cow at 4am everyday at age 82. as for other things, him and my grandma served multiple missions in argentina, were mission presidents there, and now are temple presidents in Hermosilla-Senora, Mexico. i've gone down to mexico every summer since i remember and visited...now i'm lucky if i get that annual chance. he's getting old and more recent memories are ones of him making me watch billiards, baseball, or the world series of poker on tv with him. or that one time, Saving Private Ryan. heh. he's always kept the pool, motorcyles, and horses ready for us when we come. not to mention fresh green chilis and corn picked that he knows i can't get enough of! it's ok...in return, he always makes me make him my chocolate chip cookies. :)
i love my grandpa and hope to embrace his last years. i don't want to have taken him for granted. his company. his stories. his personality. his spirit. and even more, my time with him...whenever it may be.
te amo.
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