Headlines from the JARMEN Tribune
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Lifestyle
When the shoe doesn’t fit, or pants…
Yesterday, my wife and I had lunch with a friend of ours and one of the conversations that we had was about exercising. He had asked why I looked so out of it and my wife told him that I had been working out the last couple of days. It turns out that he has also been working out for several months now and has lost some 20 -30 lbs, but then he mentioned that he now wears a pant size of 34. What the?!?!?! Right now, he weighs in the neighborhood of 240 and I weigh about 195 and I wear a size 36. I couldn’t believe it but it’s not like I can tell him to take off his pants and prove it or something.
About a year and a half ago I finally conceded to the fact that I no longer fit into a size 34 when I busted the button on my pants right off so I separated all my size 34 pants to one side of my shelf. I kept them because I KNEW someday I would fit into them again. So this morning when I went to my closet, I found out that I didn’t have any clean pants. But I saw that pile of pants and said to my self, I gotta be able to fit into them of George can. So I picked out one of my favorite pair of Dockers, ironed and put them on but I just couldn’t seem to get the button latched. What a bummer. I even did that thing women do, you know, lay on the bed and suck in their tummy, but it felt like the button was going to pop off. But I didn’t have a choice in the matter; I didn’t have any clean pants…
Sports
23yr old to face oldest opponent
My brother’s friend that I mentioned earlier is fighting this weekend. I’m psyched. I have always had a love for boxing/fighting. I can’t wait to see a good fight.
My relationship with my dad ended at the age of 12 and I can’t say a whole lot of good about him, but one of the few things that I did carry over was the love of football and boxing. He loved to watch boxing and I always loved when we would go over to our cousin’s house to watch the fights or to catch a Cowboy or Oiler game. My brother became a Cowboy fan and I became the Oiler fan. But I kind of lost some interest in football when the Oilers moved to Tennessee and became the Titans.
Local
Dead-beat dad nearly kills again
My dad was a big-time brawler (and apparently so is my little bro, as I’ve just come find out). I can remember on several occasions someone would cut him off or he would cut someone off while driving and they would literally get out of there cars and settle their differences “as men”. It was usually as we were leaving Juarez after visiting my abuelita that these events would unfold. I can’t remember him ever losing one of these acts of rage. This one time, my dad was fighting this really big guy and the guy was pushing my dad’s head against the trunk of the car with his face facing the back window. I saw a tear drop from his eye, but as my dad’s eyes met mine, something inside of him changed because immediately after that, all I saw in his eyes was a rage that I had never seen up to that point. Soon after my dad had him on the floor and was kicking him in mad rage. My mom had to pull him off him before the cops showed up. I saw the guy twitching as we drove off so hopefully the guy lived. Yeah my dad was a very bad guy…
I on the other hand, I have never been much of a fighter. I always use to use that line from that song with MJ and Paul McCartney, “I’m a lover not a fighter”. Ha ha. I’ve gotten close to fighting people but the only time I can recall actually hitting anyone (other than boxing with buddies while wearing gloves) was when I was playing street baseball with some neighborhood kids and this cholo kid named Miguel got all pissed off at my team because we were beating them. He came at me swinging and I just moved out of the way and got a lucky punch to the gut and he fell to the floor. One of his friends picked up a bat so I just grabbed my bro and we booked out of there. I think I was 13 or 14.
Lifestyle
When the shoe doesn’t fit, or pants…
Yesterday, my wife and I had lunch with a friend of ours and one of the conversations that we had was about exercising. He had asked why I looked so out of it and my wife told him that I had been working out the last couple of days. It turns out that he has also been working out for several months now and has lost some 20 -30 lbs, but then he mentioned that he now wears a pant size of 34. What the?!?!?! Right now, he weighs in the neighborhood of 240 and I weigh about 195 and I wear a size 36. I couldn’t believe it but it’s not like I can tell him to take off his pants and prove it or something.
About a year and a half ago I finally conceded to the fact that I no longer fit into a size 34 when I busted the button on my pants right off so I separated all my size 34 pants to one side of my shelf. I kept them because I KNEW someday I would fit into them again. So this morning when I went to my closet, I found out that I didn’t have any clean pants. But I saw that pile of pants and said to my self, I gotta be able to fit into them of George can. So I picked out one of my favorite pair of Dockers, ironed and put them on but I just couldn’t seem to get the button latched. What a bummer. I even did that thing women do, you know, lay on the bed and suck in their tummy, but it felt like the button was going to pop off. But I didn’t have a choice in the matter; I didn’t have any clean pants…
Sports
23yr old to face oldest opponent
My brother’s friend that I mentioned earlier is fighting this weekend. I’m psyched. I have always had a love for boxing/fighting. I can’t wait to see a good fight.
My relationship with my dad ended at the age of 12 and I can’t say a whole lot of good about him, but one of the few things that I did carry over was the love of football and boxing. He loved to watch boxing and I always loved when we would go over to our cousin’s house to watch the fights or to catch a Cowboy or Oiler game. My brother became a Cowboy fan and I became the Oiler fan. But I kind of lost some interest in football when the Oilers moved to Tennessee and became the Titans.
Local
Dead-beat dad nearly kills again
My dad was a big-time brawler (and apparently so is my little bro, as I’ve just come find out). I can remember on several occasions someone would cut him off or he would cut someone off while driving and they would literally get out of there cars and settle their differences “as men”. It was usually as we were leaving Juarez after visiting my abuelita that these events would unfold. I can’t remember him ever losing one of these acts of rage. This one time, my dad was fighting this really big guy and the guy was pushing my dad’s head against the trunk of the car with his face facing the back window. I saw a tear drop from his eye, but as my dad’s eyes met mine, something inside of him changed because immediately after that, all I saw in his eyes was a rage that I had never seen up to that point. Soon after my dad had him on the floor and was kicking him in mad rage. My mom had to pull him off him before the cops showed up. I saw the guy twitching as we drove off so hopefully the guy lived. Yeah my dad was a very bad guy…
I on the other hand, I have never been much of a fighter. I always use to use that line from that song with MJ and Paul McCartney, “I’m a lover not a fighter”. Ha ha. I’ve gotten close to fighting people but the only time I can recall actually hitting anyone (other than boxing with buddies while wearing gloves) was when I was playing street baseball with some neighborhood kids and this cholo kid named Miguel got all pissed off at my team because we were beating them. He came at me swinging and I just moved out of the way and got a lucky punch to the gut and he fell to the floor. One of his friends picked up a bat so I just grabbed my bro and we booked out of there. I think I was 13 or 14.