Kentucky was awesome and I had a good time with the Bruner’s and the Watkins’ and I plan to post some great pictures later of that entire trip, but for now, I’m busting my butt trying to get this 08 Ball off the ground. New Year’s Parties are always sort of last minute for everyone because they are all so busy with Christmas and post-Christmas bliss that they don’t want to think about another party - at least not until the day before the event and then everyone decides that they better make plans or else they’ll be sitting at home alone watching King of the HIll reruns and eating a bologna sandwich.

So, once again, if you are still in need of a place to party in the DFW area, check out http://08ball.com and for those of you that keep calling me and asking me what type of music I plan on playing it will be Salsa, Hip-Hop, Dance, Waltz, Country, and pretty much anything that you request.

There aren’t any super highways - none that I’ve seen anyway. Every road, even “Major” roads feel like “The back way” or “the scenic route”. It’s very pretty here with lots of horses and rolling hills, but I prefer the flat land of Texas and the 6 lane highways with everyone driving at least 75 miles per hour.

Joe, my best friend who recently moved here from Waco, seems to have no problem with the roads and prefers to drive like he is in the Kentucky Derby even though the bridges are often one lane.

Other favorite items are the homemade ice cream store Brusters where one single dip is about the size of my head and Main and Maple, a coffee shop that serves some of the best grilled sandwiches and has the most calming atmosphere. i could probably stay there all day and be quite content feasting on Southwest Chicken Ciabatta sandwiches and hot grasshopper mocha’s with plenty of whipped topping.

Tonight we are supposed to hit up Joe Bologna’s and have some really good pizza. We’ll see how that holds up to my incredibly high food standards. You know me, I won’t eat it unless it is… edible.

Tomorrow we plan to hit up the Louisville Slugger museum and a few other local touristy spots and then it’s back home to Big P - Plano.

Please pass along the information to friends that may want to attend! http://08ball.com for tickets!

 ”I didn’t know she was hurting.”

“I wish they would have told me!”

People who are hurting often shoulder that pain alone. They are afraid to share or too independent or prideful to ask for help. 

I’ve been on the hurting end and sometimes the people in your life are the ones that you want to shield from the truth or from bearing the burden. They think they can help, but they can’t. Some journey’s are meant to be taken alone and some secrets should stay secrets forever just as some dreams should never come true. We don’t all get to be equal, some people will have children that they abort while some men will hold their barrends wives and comfort them throught he pain. Some of us will run while others can only walk.

There are times in life when you are going to be challenged, hurting, lonely - but this is not a time for despair or self-pity. The world is a cruel place filled with harsh realities and each of us must learn to face those realities in our own way.

Whenever relatives come over you need to treat them the way the Americans treated the Japanese after the attack on Pearl Harbor or the way a dog acts at a vet when it’s about to be neutered. Relatives are the enemy and they will try to infiltrate your life every chance they get. They will come over with their stories and their goo-goos and gah-gahs shaming and reducing you to that bed-wetting cry baby you used to be - DO NOT ALLOW IT.

When relatives arrive you should probably break out the camoflauge. If possible, head to the deer lease or retreat to some other territory that allows you to keep an eye on the enemy from a distance. Bass Pro Shops, Cabela’s, the Lake, and even a burger joint are also good alternatives.

If the relatives come in with a surprise attack you must always be on your gaurd. At the table look for signs of consipiracy. It’s not paranoia when someone is really out to get you.

We suggest stockpiling your plate with loads of chicken legs or other finger foods. When someone launches into a story that begins with “Remember When” quickly thwart that trespass by firing a chicken leg or two into their mouth. If they are repeat offenders and plain chicken legs aren’t working, be sure to spice them up with some habenero or if you are serving sweets a good ex-lax product often does the trick.

For those really stubborn relatives you may have to create a huge diversion in order to effectively remove them from your territory. Exploding turkey’s, skunk infestations, and acts of God will usually do the trick.

In the end, if you find yourself stuck with relatives and there is no escape, remember the saying, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” It’s a lot easier to punch an relative enemy when they are close by.

When I buy gifts for my nieces and nephews I try to always buy things that I think I would have been crazy about when I was their age. My nephew is a tough little kid that likes to punch, he’s going to love these, and if he doesn’t, then I will keep them for myself! They make noises and everything!

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