Good-bye 2006... So long

It isn't often that I am reminiscent about things... oh who the hell am I kidding, it's what I do...

2006 was one of those years... you know, the one that your parents tell you about when they say 'the older you get, the faster they pass you by.' I'm 31 now and every year truly does go by faster than the one before. Remember when we were just pups and we couldn't wait until the New Year's Eve party to get here so we could throw down? Not partying any harder than we usually did, but just a lot more f'in people. I recall one night at Bob-O-Link in the basement looking up at the ceiling (floor of the upstairs) thinking 'Holy Shit, I gotta get out of here' because I just new at any minute that floor was going to go and there I'd be smashed to bits by 50 drunk people... good times...

There are the things I'm thankful for:

• Good friends who still love me after all my absentia
• Good family who take care of me even though I drive them crazy
• Good memories that I hope will last forever
• And a really good life

There are things and people that I will miss:

• Señor Robert (1995-2006)
• James Brown (1933-2006)
• Norma Jean (1995-2006)
• Aaron Spelling (1923-2006)

And things that I will never do again:

• Drink beer out of a pitcher at the ski trip (probably)
• Try to cut ribbon off of the ceiling with a box cutter on a 12 foot airplane ladder

So, everyone... It is with fond adoration that I say 'Goodbye 2006' and it is with a windbreaker and goggles on that I say 'Hello 2007!'

It promises to be a helluva ride

love you all
Ames

Merry Christmas... err... Happy Holidays... err Happy Christmahaunakwanzika

I call bullshit. I'm not an insensitive person. I'm not a biggot. I have no desire to disrespect anyone unless they deserve it. I'm an equal opportunity lover. This 'battle against Christmas' that seems to be on the tip of everyone's tongue lately is just about to piss me off. I have read the Bible, the Book of the Dead, and am currently reading the Koran and the Torah is on deck. I believe that all religions have some inkling of legitimacy (or at least they did at their inception) towards leading people toward peace--even though I do not currently to subscribe to any of them.
I grew up in a small town that believed in Christmas. It had been etched in to my soul that I'm supposed to say 'Merry Christmas' my entire life. There was no diversity in London... at least none to which I was exposed. That didn't make me ignorant or insensitive, however. At worst, it made me unknowledgeable.

Merry Christmas, to me, means have a great season... it's not like I go up to people and say "Merry Christmas, may God and Jesus bless you and have mercy on your soul." I don't do that, nor do I mean that when I say Merry Christmas. PC is a breathing dead man as far as I'm concerned. If you're an idiot, I call you an idiot. If you're a racist, I'll call you a racist. If you're queer, I'll call you a big ol' nelly fag... so by damn, I'm saying it...

Merry F#$king Christmas!

And make no mistake about it, all I meant was 'I hope you don't die this year and you have a really good time with your families and eat your holiday food of choice and you get to play in the snow, or sand, or water, or where ever the hell you get to play, and that NO ONE takes away your right to let you celebrate your holiday however the hell you want to and that you DO NOT take away anyone else's right to do the same.'

Disclaimer: If I have offended anyone... Please try and get over yourself.

Adios, Senor Robert... Adios

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On Saturday, December 4th at 11 am, Robert "Bob" Marley Harris moved on to his 10th life. Bob was diagnosed post mortem with kidney failure. Bobby is survived by his mothers, Amy and Jesse, his brother Pico, and his 2 sisters Spencer and Pussers.

I have to tell you, I took it pretty hard. He was the first "thing" that I had from beginning to end (and by end, I mean natural, didn't get hit by a car end). He was my baby. I suppose I should have been ready for it... I mean, he was 11, but you're just never ready for something like that... I guess I can make it seem better by knowing that he didn't suffer and that it happened pretty quickly.

But anyway, at the risk of tearing up again, I just want to bid my baby boy goodbye. I love you and I will miss you.

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