I'm tiyode

Lately I've developed a strange habit of narrating my daily life in my head as if I were writing a blog about it on the spot.

It's handy at the end of the day when I recap the events of said chunk of my life, but that's only when I can actually remember the narrations.

At 2:40 in the morning on this June Monday, all I can think about is the taste of smoke in my mouth.

I took a few puffs of a "good" cigar tonight.

Before this high class contraption, all that I've smoked are swisher sweets.

Also, before I continue, just don't whine at me about smoking cigars. It would be a waste of your time as well as mine. I've never gone through an entire one, and the total I've taken puffs from=5.

It's not/will not be a habit.

And that's how I rationalize doing the opposite of what health class has taught me.

So I realized that I prefer the incredibly cheap swisher sweet type of cigar to whatever I had tonight, despite the fact it probably cost upwards of ten times anything I've sucked smoke out of before.

Add the fact that after a mountain dew and a thorough brushing of my teeth, the taste of smoke is still heavily present in my mouth, I think I'll stick to the cheap stuff next time, which I'm sure won't be for a few months at least.

Also on my mind is the fact that I'm in Oregon. Again.

We (my family/the Coleman gang) come here every year, and have done so as long as I can remember. For the past 5 years we have rented the same house, right on the beach.

It's nice and very relaxing here, but at times it can be just a bit....boring.

You see, there are 7 people total that are in this house.

My Mom and Dad

Mike and his ladyfriend

Chelsea and Melissa

and Sean

....Do you notice how I'm sort of an odd man out?

Yea, whatevs. I find ways to entertain myself.

After dinner tonight,the 7 of us somehow made the mistake of having a discussion about politics.

Things got a bit nasty. My Dad, who recently hopped on the NObama band wagon driven by Bill O'Reilly and navigated by Glenn Beck, really had nothing to say that didn't anger my Western Washington University attending sister.

But then my Mom got out a bag of cookies, and it was all good.

I finished Fight Club today. The book I mean.

It was good, but I think I liked the movie better.

Speaking of movies I just watched the first two Fast and Furious flicks. I'm currently missing my car quite a bit.... In hindsight it's probably a good thing my car is a few hundred miles away after watching those films. I've never been pulled over... I'd like to keep it that way.

Uh, I'm jumping around more than usual here.

I'm sorta missing home a bit right now, tomorrow the children at work will have no blonde guy to jump on or scream at or ask annoying questions.

If I'm lucky, they won't even notice. I realized one of the things I'm terrible with is reacting to when kids show me signs of affection.

Case in point: It's movie time. Young girl tries to sit on my lap, she climbs up and I stand up, toppling her to the floor.

Example 2: Girl is leaving for the day, she sneak hugs me and I sort of punch in her in the head because I think she is attacking me.

I think the only thing I've taken well is when one of the older boys winked at me.

The story goes:

I'm guarding the door to the pool area, waiting for all the kids to line up to go out and swim.

Suddenly, a 20something blonde walks in front of me, sporting quite a rockin body. Mid-yell, my eyes wander just a bit, but enough for this guy to smile hugely at me, mouth "I saw that" and wink.

I may or may not have given him a thumbs up for not saying anything out loud.

Also I've been missing out on whatever has been going on in the Albertsons parking lot, or in the Shari's booths, or wherever the delinquents are spending their time lately.

Oregon is cool though. What is not cool lately is the fact that I hate all types of seafood, which happens to be a dish of choice by most of the inhabitants of this house.

Not to worry though, there is a Safeway in walking distance with chow mein and general tso's chicken.

Well, thats bout it.

I was going to apologize for how random this got.

But then I realized that if you are still reading, you probably are okay with it.

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