Update on Me

I know it have been a while since I have posted, but a lot has happened in my life. I’ll try not to make this a marathon blog, but here goes;

The situation with my money and the fucker who stole it ended up working out. After signing depositions and tracking my financial movements, my bank reimbursed me the money that was stolen from my accounts. I was only broke for a week or so, but let me tell you it sucks not to know who stole your items and not having any money to live on.

I have been working overtime on my condo committee to try to make things better here at Rancho DeMarco. I had to stay up till 2 in the morn writing up a proposal for the community, and there have been issues that have been popping up I have had to deal with. The latest was last night when someone had a washing machine flood on the 8th floor and is soaked down to the garage. Every unit beneath the flooding unit was affected and it looks like there was about 15-20 thousand dollars worth of damage done. To top it off, the person who caused the damage was a renter and the owner’s phone number on record was disconnected. This should be interesting to see what happens. Moral of this story is ALWAYS get home or renter’s insurance!

I have to get back on the dating horse. I have decided that it is about time for me to get out there and start the search for the next Mrs. D. I have been hesitant to date because of the way I have been feeling about myself and the recovery of my knees, but I can’t let my knees run my life. Since it doesn’t seem like my knees are going to be 100%, I can’t put my life on hold and wait for everything to be perfect. Cause as you and I know there is no perfect life.

And lastly, my poor parents have to deal with my dead-beat uncle. He has always been a problem and they have always been there to bail him out. He is like the younger brother I never wanted, yet he is almost twice my age. He can’t seem to hold down a job and now he can’t seem to hold down an apartment. Yup, he got evicted from his apt and now he is staying with my parents. I know my dad is super pissed and he is not really talking to my mom. Mom is upset, because it is her brother, but she can’t really kick him out cause he has no place to go, and right now they are both just miserable. He is staying in my old room, which is where I stay when I come for a visit. So I told my mom I am not coming back until he is out of the house. I don’t think I would be able to see him without telling him what is on my mind. The kicker is, we have to act like everything is fine with him, because heaven forbid anyone knows he is a bum. FUCK THAT! I don’t care who knows. He is a burden on my parents they do not need and can not afford. My uncle needs to grow up and get his own life.

Well, I tried not to go on and on, but whatever. Have a great one.

Peace,
DeMo

Journey Of Hope/Build America Arrival in DC

Today the JOH and Build America team had their formal arrival into DC at the steps of the Capitol. Below are a few vidoes and some pictures of the days events. Keep in mind the videos are taken fom my digital camera, so it's not the best.


The Arrival


The Teams Walk of Fame


The Journey of Hope and Build America Teams


Peace,
DeMo

Makes Me Proud To Be A Pi Kapp

Here are some pics from the JOH arrival:


Journey of Hope and Build America Team with Chad at podium




Team Photo


Build America's Project Manager Brad at podium


Build America Team


The Men of UMBC and Me


UMBC's JOH Rider, Pete

Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

As most of you know about my life and all the shit that goes along with it, this weekend I would have to say went on without a hitch. Friday, I hung out with my buds and we watched ‘Ricky Bobby” and grilled steaks, and then Saturday night I had dinner with friends and partied like a rock star that night a Compound.

I got to hang out with friends I haven’t seen in months and I got to drink like I was 21!!! Sunday, I had brunch with some folks, who were not able to make it out the pervious night, so we had bloody marries and talked about everything. It is nice to just hang with friends and catch up with our lives. After brunch, I met with a friend who was moving to Ole Miss for grad school, so I talked to him for a bit and then drove out to see my God son. I spent all day with Remi, Karla and Marcus running around town, had some dinner and then played with the baby. Marcus will be 12 months in Oct, but he is wearing 24-month clothes. This kid is a future line backer.

Monday was my birthday and I had another super-duper day by spending lunch with my old roomy and her son, and then had dinner with my family. At dinner my dad surprised me with the staff of the restaurant singing “happy birthday” to me with a fucking moose puppet and then I had to kiss the damn thing. I was so embarrassed, but I guessed it was nice that my dad thought of doing that for me.

Tuesday is when I headed back to VA and I got a call for my bank. It seems that someone stole my ATM card number and had taken ALL my fuckin’ money out of my account and my bank was nice enough to call me. They saw a $1,200 purchase at some dress shop and then some major purchases at Bed, Bath and Beyond. They felt those were odd purchases and thought they would call me to confirm them.

I was sitting at my gate at the airport about to snap when I was talking to the bank rep. I did all in my power not to use any four letter words or make my volume go above my inside voice. I explained to the lady that money in that account was also to pay my mortgage, which was coming out tomorrow, and I was about to bounce that payment. Not to mention I had no fucking money to my name, and I needed to get money out when I landed to get a fucking cab!

Oh did I mention the laptop I got for my birthday didn’t seem to work, so I had to return it at Best Buy before I headed to the air port and that took 45 mins to figure that shit out. I just can’t seem to win no matter what I do, or what I try to do. I guess my now motto is going to be FUCK YOU. I mean why not, since the world has been sticking its dick up my ass, so why can’t I just say Fuck You to the world. So the next time you wanna tell me your story and you want to know what I think…here’s my answer “FUCK YOU!”

I have to say; so far being 31 is the best. I highly recommend it!

Peace,
DeMo

Vacation Killed The Radio Star

So, I just found out my radio gig has been cancelled for Monday. The host of the show will be on vacation and they would rather cancel the show than to have me go on with someone else. So, let me just thank you all for planning on listening to me from noon to 1 on Monday. It would have been a great birthday gift to give a major shout out to all of you, but I guess this will have to do.

Hopefully, I'll get the chance to come back and do it again. If not, then oh well, the thought was nice to have. Hope those of you who are coming out tonight are going to have a blast and can't wait to see you.

Take Care!