The Russell-P Project:

Just some random thoughts...

Isn't it weird that some small pets make doo doos that look just like the food they eat? I wish I had that talent. Put it back together just the way you found it-- incredible.

If Ritalin would make me love the same girl for a long time, point me to the nearest CVS.

Who was your first celeb crush? I loved Winnie from Wonder Years. You were either a Wanda person or a Winnie person. I was a Winnie person.

I am severely full of shit 18 out of 24 hrs

Big is the best movie of all time. If it’s a Sunday afternoon and you just got out of the shower and big is on, you will sit balls naked on the end of the bed till that movie is over because it’s that good.

I was the kid who would write in the yearbook ‘See you when I’m famous’

The trapper keep is the genesis of obsessive-compulsive disorder in my generation. They had a pretty detail conversion chart inside… The first week of school the trapper keeper everything is perfectly filed and then the 3rd 4th day it all just goes to hell and looks like the Superdome after Katrina.

The graduation speaks would always say as we go into the real world. And I was like as I went to visit my friends in college when I wasn’t in college, I was like how real is this, this is a 8ftx8ft white painted brink room, that your parents are paying for, you have the credit card for “emergencies” like how real is that, I mean if that’s the graduation speech for high school, what’s the graduation speech for college, “Oh right I was lying, we kinda fooled you there, pulled one over you”

Well no chick-fa-la for me today...

Now doesn't this suck. So I started to take my lunch break and figured I would go grab me some good old Chick-Fa-La. Nothing makes me smile quit like nuggets from Chick-Fa-La do.

Either way, so I walk all the way to the other side of downtown to go get my food when I reach in my pocket to get my wallet and guess what. That's right, it was not there. Just like the genius I am I had left my wallet at home.

Well that would not be such a bad thing it would just mean that I don't eat lunch. Well tonight my band has a show so after work I am heading out to the club to play. That means I still will not have my wallet on me and no money on me so that means I don't get to eat dinner either. Now that really sucks.

Guess what time it is...

I know there is a handfull of you out there who have never seen this so I figured what the heck it's about time you guys get to see what I am really like.

Look to the past
And remember and smile.
And maybe tonight
I can breathe for awhile.
I'm not in the scene
I think I'm fallin' asleep
But then all that it means is
I'll always be dreaming of you.

Ernesto in the cross hairs of South Florida...

I think people are making more out of this Hurricane that is hitting Flordia right now then it should really be. I mean come on now, it was only a catagory 1. I have been watching CNN today and they keep talking about it. Here would be the news report for it if I had anything to say about it.

Ernesto in the cross hairs of South Florida.
Savage tropical storm Ernesto with devastating winds reaching 45 miles an hour slashes through South Florida. Winds viciously removed several plastic letters from a blinking mobile advertisement sign in front of a local South Florida Bar-B-Que and tossed them about haphazardly.

Several people found it even necessary to top off their gas at local gas stations spilling several gallons which constitutes a fire hazard.

7 year old Franklin Beans, his Dragon Ball Z kite was misdirected by the careless wind and smashed into a royal palm tree. FEMA representatives will not return his calls. The family could pay charges up to $3.99 to replace the kite. A teary-eyed Franklin Bean said, “I don’t want another stupid kite, I wish I was dead”.

A Miami man said Ernesto’s octopus like winds of death went into his garbage can and blew Borden’s half gallon milk container a full block from his house. “It had a bunch of coffee grinds on it to weigh it down but it must have blown it off” said Cyciel McFarsen of Palm Springs. “That’s some sassy wind that tore up my garbage, now I know how those poor people in New Orleans felt”.

Come on now guys really, it's not even a cat 2 hurricane. Let's find something else in the news to talk about.

Few things I learned last night...

So last night a few buddies and I went out to eat dinner and watch the Astros play. Needless to say we ended up heading out to a bar afterwards and here are a few things I learned last night.

1. Jager = bad
2. Playing a drinking game where every time the Astros score is usually not bad, unless they score 10 points like they did last night, and 4 of those points came from a gandslam. Then it's bad.
3. If you don't iron your clothes for the next day before you go out for the night, odds are you will be going to work with wrinkled clothes the next day.
4. When you and one of your friends bar tab comes out to be $100 you might have partied to much on a weekday.
5. Grolsch, although being an International Premium Lager of Dutch origin, taste really good but it is not $10 a bottle good like they sell it for.
6. Sometimes the best laid out plans come from sitting around drinking with your buddies.
7. Waitress laugh the first and second time you tell them this joke, "What's a pirates favorite letter?  ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!", but the 3rd and 4th time, well then humor is just falling on deaf ears.
8. After the 4th time of telling the pirate joke to the waitress you can follow it up with "Two cannibals are sitting down eating a clown when one turns to the other and says, Does this taste funny to you?" and it is sure to get a laugh out of them.

I need help finding a good church...

So these last few weeks I have been going back to church. In fact I have even gone to church on a Wednesday here and there. You see once again in my life I realize that church is important and it makes me feel happy to go. Back in the day at my old church I used to not really get that feeling.

Well here in lies the problem. You see I am not really sure what church to go to. As of now I have been attending 2nd Baptist here in Houston and I have enjoyed it but the only thing is that it's about an hour drive from my apartment. That's a bit of a far drive for me to make on Sunday morning when my band has shows on Saturday nights. This means I need to find a church that I really enjoy going to that's a bit closer.

The other big problem with the 2nd Baptist is that I don't know anyone who goes there. That means I have been there on my own a couple of times and that is kind of hard for me to go to a church on my own. I need to find some people who I can start to go to church with on a regular basis.

So for any of you people who live here in Houston, what are some of the church's you go to and what do you like about them? With me I enjoyed 2nd Baptist because it was a large church with a non traditional style of worship. They were big into singing and I really enjoyed the music.

Just more random writing...

I promise no more random writings after this one. Well OK, maybe I can't keep that promise but I will try. ;-)

I have just been in a big song writing mood lately and I figure after awhile I will write enough and then be done with it for a while. So here it goes again...   :-)

Is this how it ends?
Our last goodbye was right on queue.
You’ll never understand all I went through.
Just so I could live my life with you.

I still smell your perfume in the air.
Your lips were the last things that I knew.
The image of the tears in your eyes.
Sometimes all this shit just seems untrue.

Why did I let you inside.
I was running away trying hard to hide.
I feel for you and now I hurt inside.
I guess in time all my memories will die.

Every little wish I had inside.
Every little dream I shared with you.
Every time I opened my eyes.
I always thought it would be next to you.

Why did I let you inside.
I was running away trying hard to hide.
I feel for you and now I hurt inside.
I guess in time all my memories will die.

Just random writing....

I sit in this room where you left me alone,
With the thought of your voice that drives nails to my bone.
The lies that you said they ring deep in my head,
And the pain that I feel binds me to my own bed.
Like the time that we kissed, all the memories I'll miss.
And the days that I treated you like a princess.
Sharing our thoughts and all the things that you said.
I try and I try but they just won't leave my head.
The thought of you gone it brings tears to my eyes,
And the pain of us saying our final goodbyes.
The truth of it was that your love it had died.
And the thought of that crushed me and hit me broadside.
I will always remember the love that we had,
And hopuflly one day it will not make me so sad.

Gone without you...

So once again I have a new song that I figured I would post. This one is kind of a fast one much like a Finch type song. Almost a punk/heavy sound to it. There is some back up screaming parts in it kind of like what you hear in a Papa Roach song. Either way, here it is. I hope you guys like it. Let me know if you dig it or what you would change on it.

I sit here alone,
And I can't stop thinking.
Of the day that you went away.
I used to dream,
Of what we could be.
But you just threw it all away.

(chorus:)
No more looking for me,
I want you to know that I'm gone.
You ran away, and I just can't stay.
I'm gone without you.
Without you.
Yeah you ran away,
and I just can't stay.
I'm gone without you.

What could I have said.
That would have made you stay?
Or was it over from the start?
You said we were through,
But I reached out for you.
I should have just left you to your ways.

(chorus:)
No more looking for me,
I want you to know that I'm gone.
You ran away, and I just can't stay.
I'm gone without you.
Without you.
No more looking for me,
I want you to know that I'm gone.
You ran away,
and I can't stay.
I'm gone without you.
Without you.

(bridge:)
You pushed me away,
do you know what you’ve done?
I'm not coming back,
You lost all the things that we had.
Is this what you wanted,
To have me go away?

(chorus:)
No more looking for me,
I want you to know that I'm gone.
I'm gone.
You ran away, and I just can't stay.
I'm gone without you.
Without you.
Yeah you ran away, and I just can't stay.
I'm gone without you.
Without you.
Without you.
Yeah you pushed me away.
But I still love you.

When a cat has to go, a cat has to go...

So today I took my little Willy-T to go visit my parents and watch the Astros game with my dad and I. She had a blast running around my parents house and exploring. There is only one problem that I did not think about when I decided to take her to my parents, my parents do not have a cat nor do they have a litter box. Needless to say this little problem would later come back and haunt me a few hours later.

So we hung out at my parents house for a few hours and then decided to head on back home to my apartment. Well as soon as she got in the car she started acting a bit strange and crying alot. I started to think, man I really hope she does not have to go to the bathroom. Well guess what, boy did she ever have to go to the bathroom.

Well she jumps down in the floorboard below my feet and I start to smell something. I instantly knew I was in trouble because I knew what that smell was. Sure enough I look down at my feet and my little fur ball of love had left me a nice little present. Lucky for me at the time I was driving right by a car wash so I instantly pull in and remove Willy's little accident.

My next step was to get rid of the smell. I simply deposited a dollar in quarters to the air freshener machine and now my car no longer stinks of cat turds but smells like good old Pina Colida. So now I learned my lesson. If I am going to take my cat some where for a few hours I am going to be bringing her litter box with her.

Russell-P the migrant worker...

So I am sitting in Rice Village with my buddy John enjoying some good beer, life could be worse, I could be a migrant worker and then I would be sitting here drunk with my buddy Juan not that there is anything wrong with that.

8 weird things about me...

Some one asked me to list weird things about me so here it goes. I think the list could have gone on forever but I will leave it here at these 8.

1. I have a tendency to pull on my sideburns. This causes me to pull them out on my left side of my face thus causing my side burns to form a number 3. I don’t know why I do this but it drives everyone I know crazy.
2. I play in a band here in Houston and I don’t smoke pot, that’s very weird I am told.
3. I hate my alarm so much that I always wake up before it goes off so that way I will not give it the satisfaction of waking me up.
4. I have a strange habit of making weird faces at people who are driving next to me. Then when they look at me I look away really fast. I keep doing this till the get pissed and speed up to get away from me.
5. When I was growing up I always thought that if you undid your belly button then your butt would fall off. Still to this day I have a fear of touching my belly button for fear that my butt will suddenly fall to the ground.
6. I love to hold hands.
7. I have a strong faith in humanity but very little trust in individual people.
8. I have a secret love for the old lady who gives me my nuggets at Chick-Fil-A because the nuggest bring me so much happiness and I associate her with happiness now.

What are some strange things about you?

Memory...

Memories are funny little things.

They are the things that are with us every single day but yet most of the time we don’t even give them a second thought.

They don't become suddenly dislodged from your brain, and take your breath away and they don't melt you into a pool of mute and grateful and shocked tears.

Most of the time they just lay dormant in the back reaches of your mind hidden amongst things you never think about.

They stay tucked back in the neither reaches of your brain, tucked away behind your cerebral cortex or perhaps just the other side of your frontal lobe.

Then just like magic you hear a song or a name; maybe someone walks past you on the street and you stop because you smell a certain smell that brings all the feelings and emotions you had at a point in your life rushing back to the surface.

Then like an explosion that is equal to the start of the universe or the last dying throws of a distant sun; all the feelings, emotions, taste, smell, color and love comes rushing back at you.

It’s as if you were a kid again and you found your one favorite toy that you thought you had lost.

Suddenly it’s not just a perfume that you smell as you walk by a display case at a store; but it’s the perfume you smelled on her when you realized that you loved her.

Suddenly it’s not just an exit sign on the freeway for a road; but an exit sign to a place where you thought the two of you would grow old together.

Suddenly it’s not just a ticket stub to a theater; but a ticket to the happiest time of your life that you shared with her.

And suddenly, that tiny little memory, the one that you had that runs and hides only to come out when it is stimulated by an outside force, is one that you don’t ever, ever want to leave.

awsome quote of the day...

A friend of mine told me this today. "You are the best guy anyone could ever wish for. You make people laugh and smile and you have so much love to give. Any girl would die to have you". That really made me smile today, thank you.

More stupid songs by Russell-P...

I hope you guys like this one... Here is a link to my other poems/songs http://russell.typepad.com/russells_weblog/2006/08/random_thought.html

When my world had seemed so empty,
That was when I found you.
Sitting on the sideline,
Waiting for me to come by.
You took me by my hand,
And showed me happiness.
Oh you showed me the happiness,
That I had been missing in my life.

Why did you have to leave tonight?
My head was resting on the bed.
I reached out to take your hand,
And you were no longer there.
Was it a dream, Or a faded memory.
Why did you have to leave tonight?
Oh why did you have to leave tonight?

My world had seemed so bright,
Now that you were by my side.
Old sweatpants, no makeup, so perfect.
The look that was in your eye,
Was one I thought I would see forever.
But forever was just not meant to be.

Why did you have to leave tonight?
My head was resting on the bed.
I reached out to take your hand,
And you were no longer there.
Was it a dream?
Or a faded memory.
Why did you have to leave tonight?
Oh why did you have to leave tonight?

I came by to get my stuff,
I did not think this would be so tuff.
The loving stares and the time we shared,
Was it worth throwing it all away?
I turn my back on you as I walk acorss the room,
I can’t believe that this was our last goodbye.

Why did you have to leave tonight?
My head was resting on the bed.
I reached out to take your hand,
And you were no longer there.
Was it a dream?
Or a faded memory.
Why did you have to leave tonight?
Oh why did you have to leave tonight?

Russell-P, you should write a book...

This is the one saying that has been uttered to me more then any other over the last few months, well with a close exception to the saying "About as useful as a Condom vending machine in the Vatican" but that's a completely different story for a completely different time.

Either way I get back to the topic at hand. For some reason I have had a lot of people either email me or send me messages that say Russell-P you should write a book. Well there are 2 obvious problems with this, for one my grammar skills are about equal with that of a 5 year old. No, not the crazy smart 5 year ODs that you see on ESPN in the spelling bee that are spelling crap like "crossness's". For those who don't know crossness's is a disorder of the arterioles of the exposed parts of the hands and feet intensified by exposure to cold, don't ask I had to look it up also. No my level of grammar is equal to the 5 year ODs that roll up to school on the short bus. In other-wards I suck at it.

An even bigger problem that I have with me writing a book and I believe this is the big one is that I have no clue as to what to write about. I mean my life is really not that exciting that I can write an autobiography. If I was to write an autobiography it would look something like this.

Monday: I woke up today, took a shower and went to work. I came home laid on the couch and watched Discover Channel for 8 hours.
Tuesday: I woke up today, took a shower and went to work. I came home laid on the couch and watched Discover Channel for 8 hours.
Wednesday: I woke up today, took a shower and went to work. I came home laid on the couch and watched Discover Channel for 8 hours.

Ok, I think you are starting to get the point. My life is really not that interesting. So the question I have for you guys is what in the world would I write a book about? I mean sure obviously some people out there like reading what I write about but is it enough to justify writing a book?

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About My Grammar and Spelling

My blog is the only writing you’ll see from me that doesn’t get ran through a spell checker or some fancy program that lets me know how bad at grammer I really am. This means that I make plenty of grammar and punctuation wrecks for you to enjoy. I blame the public education system.

The only reason I dare to even write this blog is because I have absolutely no sense of embarrassment. Most people would be horrified at the prospect of proving their ignorance to thousands of readers. My attitude is more along the lines of I have thousands of readers? Cool.

If you notice a grammar, punctuation, or spelling error in my blog, and you absolutely can’t control your urge to tell me, please follow this process:

1. Research the Native American method for sending smoke signals.
2. Set your couch on fire.
3. Stand on the roof and use your “good shirt” to control the signal as it comes out of the chimney.

Or if you prefer, just enjoy the blog as if it were an e-mail from your friend who thinks he’s clever but isn’t as clever as he thinks.

Holy crap Russell-P is getting older...

So it's almost two weeks away from my birthday and man I am really not looking forward to it this year. It seems that every year I stop looking forward to my birthdays and start wishing they would just pass me up. Maybe it's because I know that in 740 days I will be 30 years old, not married, not a rock-star and still working the same job I had when I was 23. Now that's kind of scary.

When I was a kid growing up and I would met someone who was 30 or older I would always think to myself, "Man, that dude is like so old. I can't imagine being 30, that's like ancient and just really old. I bet they don't even know what Fragel Rock or the Thunder-cats are". Now I look back at those days and if I could, I would smack the hell out of myself.

It seems that as I get older though my mind still stays about the same as it was when I was 18. This is kind of a strange phenomenon that I have noticed. My body has aged correctly but in my head I still think and act like an 18 year old. For instance I still laugh at stupid fart jokes with my friends, I still find humor in the movie Space Balls and Three Amigos and I still love watching old reruns of cartoons on Saturday mornings.

I suppose this is good cause it means my mind is still staying young. The only thing I am worried about is that when I hit 30 I will become one of those old bitter people who walk around all the time and say stuff like, "Man I am 30 years old, not married, not a rock-star and still working the same job I had when I was 23" I really don't want to become one of those guys. Still 28 is going to be one more year closer to 30 and one more year closer to the young people saying "Man that dudes like 30, he's really old".

On a side note I was sitting at Jason's Deli tonight getting a bite to eat, I almost went to Taco Bell but realized at my age that super burrito would just go straight to my thighs, and I realized that being a rock star would be a pretty good life. I think I would make a pretty good rock star. I would be the kind of rock star that loves to hang out with all the fans and who would walk around the arena before the shows so I could mingle with the crowd. I think that would be the best part of being a rock star, well that and having millions upon millions of dollars. ;-)

Russell-P is about to spoil his new girl...

So last night I was talking with one of my friends and she started to make fun of me and tell me how I am going to spoil my new kitten. I told her, "You know what, your right I am. She's my baby".

So sure enough I have gone out and bought something else for my little girl. I just purchased for her a kitty condo. This thing is freaking pimped out. It stands about 5 feet tall and has all kinds of little places for her to jump around and play in. I figure nothing but the best for my little Willy. That's my Willy!!

Either way this thing I hope will keep her busy and make her happy. The only bad thing is that it comes not put together so I will have to use my master carpentry skills and assemble this thing for her. Needless to say last time I tried to assemble a dresser that we got at Ikea for my ex girlfriend, it took me like 3 hours and we ended up with like 15 extra screws. I am still crossing my fingers everyday that it does not fall apart on her. Ask her about it one day I am sure she will laugh and tell you how bad I was at putting it together.

Either way hopefully with this thing I will be able to assemble it correctly and my little kitty will have no fear of jumping up to the top ledge only to have it break and her plunge to her death. I should be getting it shipped to me in a few days so I will let you guys know how it goes. On a side note here are a few random pictures of me and my kitty. I hate the first picture because it makes me look like I have 8 chins and I swear I don't.

 

Russell-P is moving away...

That's right folks I have decided I have had it with Houston. I was on my way to work this morning and it took me an hour and a half to drive in to downtown. AN HOUR AND A HALF!!! That's freaking nuts!! I live only 30 miles outside of town. At that rate it I will have driven 50 hours this month just trying to get to work. That's 600 hours this year going to and from the office. 600 hours is a lot of time that I could be doing something constructive with like learning to juggle, or learning how to write blogs people like. Anything but sitting in traffic.

I don't get why it took so long, there was no wrecks on the freeway, no crazy homeless guy out in the middle of the street stopping traffic trying to clean someones windshield, no guy trying to leap to his death off of the freeway overpass because he is upset over the fact that Mel Gibson hates Jews. I mean there was non of that. I think all it was is that people just decided that on 8/23/06 they were going to drive super slow to work.

So as of now I have had it up to here with Houston (Side Note: For those who can't see this when I say up to here with Houston I have my hand up to the top of my head). I am now looking at moving somewhere where the traffic is not so bad. I don't know, maybe somewhere like Topeka Kansas or hell even Three Toed Arkansas. Those places would have to have better traffic then Houston.

Maybe I will just move out there and get a job where I can work from my home so that way I will not have to commute. I mean I am sure there are a million different jobs one can do from their home. Maybe I will start a gym for midgets and teach them how to be ultimate fighting champs. I think the world is about ready for an ultimate fighting midget. Or maybe even a Fantasy Broker. A postal clerk wants to be a stand-up comedian for one night. A businessman wants to drive a freight train across a western State. A psychiatrist wants 20 dates on 20 weekends with 20 girls from 20 different countries. How do they do it? They see a fantasy broker and that would be me. That could be a good job that would keep me from driving to and from work everyday.

I guess I will figure something out just driving back and forth is really starting to get old. I can only keep myself entertained by making faces at other drives on the freeway for so long.

My writing section...

So back in the day I used to do a bunch of writing but I have never shared it with anyone due to the fact that I was always scared to share stuff. Now I figure what the hell I might as well put some of it out there. Some of the stuff I write is either songs or just straight out spoken text. It just depends on the mood I am in. Here is one that I have been working on and its a song. So here is the first part of it.

By the way there lady
You know my hearts with you.
And even though were not together
You know that I miss you.
Yes it’s true.
My worlds just not the same without you.
I swear it’s true.

By the way there lady
My love for you’s not dead
And even though we drifted apart
you're still inside my head.
Yes it’s true.
I hate to live another day without you.
I swear it’s true.

Safe from the world is how you made me feel
Safe from the world is how you made me feel
Safe from the world is how you made me feel
I swear it's true
It's how you made me feel

By the way there lady
You're the greatest love I had.
And even though we fell apart
I am still so glad.
Yes it’s true.
The best thing that happened to me was you.
I swear it’s true.

The rest of it I am still working on but I figured I would throw it out there. It beats me writing about Asian midgets all the time. ;-)

Russell-P really needs your help...

So guys I really need your help. For those who don't know I recently got a little baby kitten and she is by far one of the coolest little things running around on Gods green Earth right now. The only problem is that she is ALWAYS running around. In other wards at 1:30 in the morning she is running around, at 2:35 in the morning she is running around, at 3:10 she is running around at 4:43 she is running around… you starting to see my point?

I have had this little bundle of joy now for about 3 days and I might have gotten 5 hours of sleep since then. I mean you figure she would get tired of licking my face and biting my toes but undoubtedly she does not.

All night long she ends up trying to get under the covers with me and when she does she makes a bee line straight for my big toe and starts gnawing on it. I let her do it for a bit in hopes that she will tire of it and go to sleep but of course that’s not the case. So I end up moving her out from under the covers. Needless to say this does not work either because this thing must be part gopher. She finds some way to dig herself back under the covers with me and starts working on my toes again.

Well finally I got to the point where I wrap myself up in the blankets so she can not get under my covers. Well the only problem with this is that she then proceeds to meow until I show her some attention. If she’s not meowing trying to get my attention then she climbs on my face and licks me to death.

So here is the question I have for you guys. What can I do to get some sleep? Should I punish her for keeping me up? Do I just let it go and hope she grows out of it? Do I lock her up in a separate room when I go to bed? I have no clue about this one so can someone please help?

Russell-P is going to bling out his cat...

That's right folks, now that I am a proud parent of a loving little bundle of fur it's time for me to bling her out and make her the Paris Hilton of cats. I have been looking around at some collars and other accessories for her and here is some of the ones I have found.

Georgian Four Poster Bed: Hand crafted in the manner of an early apprentice piece, each of the five designs is exquisitely made to express a different element of the cabinetmaker's art in miniature. Let your pampered pet recline in absolute opulence.

This little baby here retails for right at $22,000. Not to shabby for a little cat that only cost me $60.

Luxury 5 Strand Pet Necklace: This Austrian Swarovski

Crystal

jewelry piece by renowned artisan Dorothy Bauer. Each piece is constructed and soldered by hand. Comes in your choice of finish. Jewelry and pet jewelry and collars by Dorothy Bauer are highly sought after and collectible!

This one goes for right at $5,000. Nothing is too expensive for my little baby.

This will be her going out to da club ghetto wear outfit. You can't have a cat that does not have a little urban side to her.

I have a feeling my little Willy is in for a lot of trouble with being dressed up and pimped out all the time. Of course once I pimp her out with some bling and some clothes I need to be able to take her out and show her off. I need to find a little kitty leash and talk her for walks.

Wow, cat's sure do like to keep you up...

So I spent my first night with my new little kitty and I must say she sure does like to keep me up at night. Last night she got under the covers with me long enough for me to fall asleep and then the shenanigans started.

At around 1:30 she decided to go explore my computer desk. This is not such a bad thing other then for the fact that she knocked some of my stuff over and I about freaked out because I thought someone was in my room. Needless to say I jumped out of my bed and almost stepped on her. One has to be careful to not step on small kittens when they move into your room.

Then around 3:00 she figured she would show me how much she loves me by jumping on my pillow and licking my nose. Of course I love it but at 3:00 in the morning kitty breath is not the best thing to smell. Every time I would burry my head in my covers she would start to cry so I just had to sit there and take it like a man and let her lick on my face.

Around 4:15 she decided it was time for a late night snack. The only problem with this is the late night snack consisted of my toes. Something is not right in the head of my little kitty she has an extreme case of foot fetish. She just crawled under my covers and started licking and biting my toes. It was really funny.

Well around 4:45 she decided to call it a night and laid down on my pillow and purred herself to sleep with me. Now that was very relaxing and nice.

So I have a question for you girls out there. Do women like guys with pet cats?

Oh no, Russell-P is a dad...

Here she is, my new baby girl. Her name is WilliaTina or Willy-T for short. Yes she is named after the Houston Astros player Willy Teveras. We named her that because she was running down my stairs and when she got to the tile she slid head first into the wall. We all said, "And shes safe", and that's how she got her name. Now isnt she so cute? Can't you tell she takes after her dad. ;-)

     
   

Cats Cats Cats Oh My...

Oh no. Can this be... Is Russell-P really going to go adopt a cat today? Stay tuned to find out more...

My moving weekend...

So Russell-P has had quit a moving weekend. I have had the chance to go and do something that I have not done in a while but yet I feel I have really been missing in my life. I had the chance and opportunity to go back to church.

Last week I got the guts to walk into a church that is here downtown and ask to speak to the Priest. He came to talk with me and it was a great experience. I have realized that the hole that I have felt in my heart for the past years was from the fact that I have been not going to church.

When I was younger church was something that I went to every Sunday and something I enjoyed. Then due to the fact that I had some things happen in my life I got away from the church for a bit. Now by the grace of God, and I really do mean that, I have been blessed enough to have a great girl come into my life who has God in her life and who has helped me get back on the track where I should be. It truly is a blessing that I have met my girlfriend and that because of her I now know that I am going to be getting back into going to church and getting my life right with God.

She truly is the most amazing gift that God has ever given to me. I can not explain how much I love this girl. Not only for the fact that she is the best person in the world but also for the fact that she is the one who is going to bring me back to the church. It's amazing how God works. I just really do thank God every night that he has given me a gift like her. She makes my day so much better whenever I see her. No matter what is happening to me if I just stop and think about her it makes everything else go away and brings a smile to my face. I really am blessed to have someone like that in my life.

We ended up attending church together this past Sunday and it was a great feeling. It's amazing how much of a hole has been in my life due to the fact that I have not been going to church. I am just glad God brought her into my life to bring me back to him.

Time is the one thing I always wish I had...

Maybe it's because I leave such a busy life, or maybe it's just because I am really good at waisting time and procrastinating but it always seems like I don't have enough time to do things. There are so many things I want to do but I just don't ever get around to doing any of them.

For instance I would love to be able to take a weekend a go out to Galveston and get a hotel on the beach and just chill. Unfortunately I know this will not happen for a long time due to the fact that I have so much stuff going on. I would love to be able to go and visit New Orleans and spend a weekend out there but just like before this will not happen for a bit either.

I would love to be able to just come home from work and hang out with my girlfriend and do the girlfriend/boyfriend type thing. You know cook dinner together, rent a movie and just chill but at last, she is even more busy then I am and this will not happen for a while either. It just really starts to suck when you don't get any time to just sit back and relax and just unwind for a bit. Maybe one day before I am 40 my life will slow down a bit and I will just get to sit back and enjoy doing nothing for a while.

First thought of the day...

Since we are a country that is big into trying to save energy I figure we might as well start using this.

Want a good laugh...

Go check out http://movieguide.org/. This guy is a huge Christian movie reviewer. He blast such movies as Ants for being Communist, Ricky Bobby for making fun of the Southern Christian and Clerks II for being crude... OK well I will give him that on the Clerks II movie. This movie just shows how some Christians get up on their high and mighty horse and think everything in the world is bad.

Good God almighty...

Candy Spelling, Aaron's widow, has quietly put the Spellings' legendary mansion on the market for $150 million.

Sources in the real estate industry say Westside Estate Agency (WEA)  has a pocket listing on the 56,000 square foot estate, meaning it is quietly being shopped among realtors and select buyers.  The mansion, located in the exclusive Holmby Hills area of L.A., was completed in 1991 for around $47 million, which includes $10 million for the land.

One real estate source says Candy Spelling has let a lot of people on the staff go and that the buzz is that she is going to shut the house down so it can be shown by realtors.  Aaron Spelling died on June 23. 

Man, if I had that much money I would fund me an army full of midgets dressed as Umpa Lumpas and proceed to take over the world...  or at least take over France, I mean no one really likes that place much do they?

Top 7 things over heard at lunch...

Cashier: May I have your phone number, starting with the area code, please?
Customer: You're not my type.

Business Lady: "I can set whatever rings I want on this phone for whoever calls me. So all my business calls are Scooby-doo."

Deli guy (to another deli guy): He's got a shrimp salad sandwich too. Here, I'll mark the paper for you so you don't get confused. I know your brain, it don't work so good. Do you want me to write it in Mexican or in English?

Policeman: "...of course I would accept the money! Do I look like I'm rich?"

Chick: Why are you all styled out today?
Guy: That's what happens when you move up in the world. I got a promotion.
Chick: What are you now, the owner?
Guy: Assistant manager.

Lady: Let me get a half pound of ham, sliced thin,
Deli guy: Is this thin enough?
Lady: Yeah, so long as I can watch TV through it.

Black kid: Miss, buy some candy to support my school's basketball team.
Indian woman: No thank you.
Black kid: Man, you people don't buy nothing. But you sure speak good English.

Russell-P sits with the millionaires…

This past Sunday was a pretty good day for me. For those who don't know, my girlfriend is a cheerleader for the Houston Rockets and during the Rockets off season she is a performer for the Houston Comets women's basketball team. Well the unbelievable happened... I am now a womens basketball fan. In fact I have gone to just about every home game they had this year and last night was no exception... well except for the fact that I got to sit with millionaires. That's right, Russell-P got to sit court side on the floor for the Comets game.

Now some of you might be saying, "Russell-P, that's not fair, you got your girlfriend to get your floor seats to the game". Well guess what, my girlfriend does not pull enough weight around their to get floor seats. Don't get me wrong, sure she signs autographs and the fans love her but lets just say floor seats run about $700 a game. So now I am sure some of your are saying, "Russell-P, you dropped $700 to go to a Comets game". Let me answer that question for you by saying, "Heck No, do you think I am crazy". I might be a wanna-b rock star but I am not about to drop 700 bones on a basketball game. I ended up winning the seats by being the loudest fan at the game.

For those who don't live in Houston there is this furniture store called Hilton furniture and they have this this super annoying guy who owns the place. Well he is a big sponsor of the Comets/Rockets and at every game he gives away two floor seats to the loudest fans. Well needless to say, I was the loudest fan at the game. They ended up selecting me and my buddy to come down to the floor for the game.

It was really funny because my girlfriend was off doing her thing for the Comets when my friend and I won so she did not get to see us win the tickets. Well we go down to the floor where she is at and when she turns around she sees us standing there. The look on her face was priceless. She thought we ended up sneaking by security some how and snuck down on the floor.

Either way the game was awesome. I happen to be one of those people who love to yell at the refs and needless to say, when you are only 2 feet away from them they hear you when you yell at them. In fact, most of the time they shoot you dirty looks when you call them out for making bad calls. It was also cool because T-Mac (He plays for the Rockets) and Sam Cassell (He played for the Rockets now he plays for the Clippers) was there. In fact we had better seats then Sam Cassell which I told one of my friend and he then pointed out the fact that although we might have better seats then Sam, at the end of the night he is going to go get in his nice car and drive to his million dollar home and I will be back at my apartment. Well for one fleeting second I had it better then Sam Cassell. If you look at this picture here you can see Sam Cassell with his feat stretched out at the end of the aisle.

It really was a blast of a game to go to. In fact, I hope my band can make it big really soon and that I get rich because now that I have set on the floor at a game, I don't know if I want to go sit back up in the other seats. The picture I posted here on the right is a picture of what my girlfriend does at the games. She jumps off of a trampoline and dunks the basketball during time outs. She also runs around during the game and plays around with the fans. The kids love her to death. It makes me proud to see her doing something that she is so good at.

houston here we come...

I am writing this from my phone. So my bands Austin tour is over. We came up here played our shows and now it is timw for us to make the long track back home. Its been some pretty good times up here besides the hooker who stays in our hotel who keeps asking us for $7, the lawn guy who starts using the leaf blower at 5:30, the maid who must really like us because she keeps coming into our room every 30 min asking if we need towles and besides the fact that our room smells like kitty litter. Other then that its been a good trip, I am just reay to get back hom.

I would love to find the guy who built Austin... and beat the crap out of him.

I am typing this on my phone. So my band has our little mini tour up here in Austin Tx and we have been crusing around the town all day long. All I have to say is man this town is freaking hard to get around in. Its impossible to find anything in this town because none of the stores have signs you can see from the freeways plus all the freeways are really screwed up. Oh well one more day and I will be back in the great city of Houston.

Austin here we are... and we are so lost...

I am typing this on my phone while I am in the truck with the guys from the band somewhere in Austin trying to find where we are going. Here is a little Russell-P tip for you guys out there, when you go to a city where no one is from, be sure to bring a map with you.

Last thought of the day...

Is it me or does Jay-Z bare a strong resemblance to Joe Camel?

 

Mid afternoon thought of the day...

Drinking beer with lunch is oh so yum yum yummy.

Austin here we come...

I am going to be up in Austin this weekend playing a few shows with my band out at Sherlock's. If any of you are around come stop by the show, you never know, you just might be a good time.

A few random thoughts by me...

Here are just a few random things I have been thinking about...

Hurricanes
I don't agree with the current naming process for hurricanes. Some of the names for hurricanes this year are Chris, Debby, Tony and Sandy. Now I don't know about you guys but if I heard some weather guy saying, "Everyone needs to evacuate now, Tony is coming near", I don't believe that would strike much fear into me.

I think we should name hurricanes based by the largest race that the hurricane is going to effect. For example, when Katrina hit New Orleans I don't think a lot of people took it serious because of its name. Now if we would have named that hurricane based on New Orleans being a predominantly black community we would have names such as "Bubba the Red Neck Hurricane from Hell" or "David Duke the Hurricane from the Klan". I have a feeling more people would have left if the hurricane was called something along that lines.

Here is one more example for you. If the hurricane was going to hit Brownsville Texas or Houston Texas where there are a large number of immigrants, we could call the hurricane, "The INS Hurricane from Hell" or "El Guapo the Loco Hurricane". Just a thought.

Football
Now I am not a huge football fan, in fact I can't really stand it but here are a few things that might make me watch football.

1. I think we should make all the referees Hooters girls.
2. Since you can't hear the cheerleaders cheer in the first place let’s make them all be mimes and have to act out their cheers.
3. Instead of a halftime show with a band playing we should make the two team mascots fight to the death.

CCriminals who run from the cops
If you run from the cops and they catch you, then they should be allowed to shoot you in the kneecap, that or at least be able to shoot you with their taser guns, film it and put it on a t.v. program called “Look Mom, I Got Caught”.

By the way, I can predict the news for the next 30 days:

1. It is hot!
2. There’s trouble in the Middle East!
3. The stock market is down, just like every summer!
4. Cars that will never come to market get great mileage!
5. Osama is still hiding!

Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba...

In my best Dr. Evil voice, one million dollars for the first person that can tell me what that means. Either way, for those of you who don't know what that saying is from I will let you in on the secret. That happens to be the opening song to The Lion King which also happens to be the musical I am going to see tonight.

Wait, wait, wait!! Before you start with the, "Russell-P, you like musicals? What are you gay?" or the "Musicals, come on Russell-P I thought you were some tuff firefighter, they don't watch musicals". Well guess what, this one does, and no I am not gay.

In fact, I love musicals. I think it has to do with the fact that I was a music major in college for a bit and I just happen to love music. Either way tonight is the night I am off to the musical. It's my one day to get all dressed up and act like I am all high falootin and what not. I really am looking forward to it, it should be a really good time.

First thought of the day...

Playing a show with my band last night + Getting 4 hours of sleep and coming to work = A crappy start of a day.

Top 10 things over heard at lunch...

This was a blog I used to do once a week so I figured why not bring it back. Let me know if you guys like it.

Ghetto Girl: Oh my God! That bum, his balls are showing! I'll give you twenty bucks if you go up to him and say, "Excuse me, sir, but your balls are hanging out."

Girl on cell: I was like, "Back up, bitch. Get off your high horse and don't ever talk to me again." Such a bitch. And the thing is, she's not even cute. Like, she has no right! She's a bitch, and she's ugly! It's one thing to be a bitch, but to be one when you're ugly? You just don't do that.

Latin Girl: I don't know what I'd do if I had a kid and it was ugly. I'd probably die of embarassment or something. Maybe I should adopt. Can you, like, ask the adoption people to give you a good-looking child or something?

Little girl, playing with her inattentive mother's cell: Nine... One...

Friend: First you suspect he's a date rapist, and now you're worried he isn't going to call?

Amateur sociologist: I think a lesbian counts for two gay people because they're rare.

Drunk guy: Hi, my name's Bobby Flamer.
Girl: Haha, there's no way your last name is really Flamer.
Drunk guy: No, seriously, look at my ID.
Girl, looking at ID: This says your name is Eric Flamer.
Drunk guy: Yeah. I lied.

Gay Guy: I would never want my little girl to be in Girl Scouts!
Girl: Why?
Gay Guy: Because Girl Scouts is for lesbians.
Girl: That's not true! I was in Girl Scouts, and I'm not a lesbian!
Gay Guy: Yeah, but you're fat and alone

Drunk #1: They found that homeless guy dead with $40,000 sewn into the lining of his coat.
Drunk #2: How could a homeless dude save $40,000?
Drunk #1: He's homeless; he don't pay rent!

First thought of the day...

Seeing how MTV does not play music video any more, they really should consider taking out the M in their name.

Russell-P's last thought of the day...

If you don't live in the U.S. then just be glad he is not the leader of your country.

This is my life...

Russell-P’s little taste of the Orient…

So yesterday I had something done to me that I never thought would ever be done to me. This is something that most guys would never have happen. In fact, in some countries men would not be considered men if they had this done to them. If I was to ever go to prison, and the guys in prison found out that I have had this done to me before I would instantly become someone’s bitch. Curious as to what I had done? Well Russell-P had his first pedicure yesterday.

That’s right; my girlfriend convinced me that I should go with her and get a pedicure. I am starting to wonder if maybe it’s because she thinks I have some nasty feet. Well either way I went and I must say it was kind of like being in heaven. I don’t think there is anything better in this world then having an Asian lady message and cut your toe nails. The only thing that would have made it better is if she would have been an Asian midget. Either way it was pretty darn relaxing and nice.

I end up walking into the nail place and the Asian lady behind the counter looks at my girlfriend and I and ask “Is the big white guy getting his feet done also”? My girlfriend tells the Asian lady that I am. That’s when the entire place erupts in laughter and they all point and stare at me. The Asian lady then says, “Oh ok, he must be gay then. Come sit down over here big gay white guy”. Well ok maybe that’s not how it really happened, but in my mind, that’s what I was hearing.

So I end up sitting down in this crazy massage chair with this built in water place to put your feet. This chair has got to be one of the best inventions in the world, it was freaking amazing. It’s like one of those chairs you see at Sharper Image in the mall. You know the ones when you sit down in it and it starts to massage you the people who work at the store come over and yell at you telling you that the store is not a massage parlor. Yeah, it was one of those chairs.

So I am sitting there in this chair and this tiny little Asian chick comes out to start giving me my pedicure. At first I was thinking, great this little Asian girl is like 80 pounds, how is she going to have the strength to give me a good foot massage and a pedicure. Well I stood corrected; this little chick was like the Arnold Schwarzenegger of the Asian pedicure community. She grabbed a hold of my foot and just started going to town on it. It was amazing!!

They ended up doing all kinds of stuff to my feet. Everything from cutting the toe nails to rubbing some kind of metal brush thingy on the heel of my feet. It really was relaxing. The only bad thing about this is that it made me really wants to go and visit China. The bad thing is that my girlfriend is actually going to China next month for 10 days. I will tell you guys more about that later though.

On a side note, my girlfriend and I wanted to eat Chinese food afterwards but we wanted to go to a buffet and we did not know where one was at. It ends up we did not ask the Asian women at the nail place where one was because we thought that might be a bit rude.