Thirty Days of Dougie III – Day 2: Contact Lenses and Pets

So here we are at Day 2 and so far, so good. Got some feedback about the first “Thirty Days” piece and I’m fairly happy about that. Just got home a few minutes ago from a night of hanging out with that select group of very special people that I refer to as “La Krew Familia”… because they are not only my “krew”, but also my “family”. And I want to say thank you to Ken, Tam and Kayden for a very pleasant night. I love you, my Peeps!

So what should I write about tonight? Maybe those burritos from Taco Bell? I’m still feeling / tasting them every time I burp. Maybe my addiction for Pepsi? Nah, both of those topics, while possibly entertertaining to a point, wouldn’t make great subject matter. So what else is there?

We did look through the discount movie bin at Wal-Mart tonight and I found some great DVD’s that I want to eventually get. Hell In A Cell 2012 and Survivor Series 2012 were both there, as was several multi-packs of slasher and horror flicks. I love those things. But alas, the only DVD I bought tonight was a copy of “The Little Drummer Boy”. I’ve always loved the story, the song and the cartoon. And now it’s mine. I’m happy.

Let’s go ahead and get the magic box and find a couple of topics for tonight’s piece. I would just keep rambling for a bit first, but I just glanced at the clock and it’s nearly 2:00am. And I have to go to that place I call work in the morning. Well, actually not until noon, but I probably should go to bed fairly soon anyhow. 12:00 will come soon enough and I’m already trying to think of an excuse to not go and call it. I won’t do it, but I will think about it… hard.

So my two topics are… Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. I love this. The topics I picked are “contact lenses” and “pets”. The reason that I’m laughing is that just tonight, my BFF and role model just got his contact lenses back after six months of being forced to wear glasses. Maybe it’s not funny to you, but to watch him make that transformation from the man with the glasses to the man without, and how his whole personality and aura seemed to change (for the better) and then I come home and draw that subject from the box… to me, it’s funny.

Don’t get me wrong. Ken is able to pull the glasses off pretty well as few others ever could and they’re a good look for him. But he changed into the contacts and it’s like a whole different person and the eyes just seem to burn right through you when he’s wearing them. It just an amazing sight to behold.

As for myself, I’m supposed to wear glasses, but don’t. I’ve never tried contacts and have no desire to ever start. When the time comes, sooner rather than later unfortunately, I’ll just put on the specs and be happy. Contacts are cool, but I just don’t think they’re for me.

As for pets, I currently have a cat named Goldie. She’s pretty smart and amazing and like my child in so many ways. Before her, we had two black cats (Stinky and Spooky) and a dog named Spice. We had Spice for almost 13 years, Spooky for almost 16 years and Stinky passed away at the age of 19 years.

And going back before then, we had quite a few different cats, (Calico, Mick, Little Ugly) and a few dogs (Heister, Squatter, Snoopy and Lucky). We’ve always had different animals and pets around here.

I think the most unique and original pet I ever had was a hermit crab named “Tarheel”, who was a gift from a friend. He was so cool. He had a little cage and a Carolina blue shell and used to tap on the side of the cage when he wanted attention. He was a crabby little fellow, but he was fun to have around.

Another fun pet was a Guinea Pig Hamster named “Googlemouse” or “Googles” for short. He used to escape and run around the house all the time and my Ma, my stepdad and I would take turns “capturing” him and putting him back into his cage.

And who can forget Danny? He wasn’t really a pet, but damn it, he was like a wild animal sometimes. At least the sex was good.

Okay, I’m going to cut this short and close it up. I could write more (and probably should erase most of what I’ve already written), but it’s late and I really don’t care to, so I won’t. I’m out of here.

Rest In Peace, Mad Dog Vachon.

Until tomorrow, Ubuntu!