My grandmother….

Blogged by Smalley as Smalley — Smalley Mon 31 Jul 2006 6:38 pm

My mom’s mom. Granny. So many names, yet one great woman. NEVER in her life has she said or performed ONE unkind thing to ANYONE. Yet the fucking shit bags at the nursing home let her get into a positiion where she had to be hospitalized for an infection. Only 30% of her kidneys were working. Friday, she was doing good, she was being herself.

Saturday, I got a call from mom saying she was on her way down, and hang around the house until she called back. That was in the AM. Shortly after we started practicing for the show I recieved the call. Mom told me that she didn’t make it. All I remember is starting to cry, and then I lost it and punched a closet door and threw the phone.

After I calmed down, I called my brother and told him. Luis called and I talked to him. He was honestly concerned. It was different. Somehow. Usually he is indifferent on things, but he was actually acting like a friend. He told me what happened. Then I gathered more from mom yesterday.

She had three consecutive heart attacks. The first one set her up for the second. the second deprived her of O2 long enough to more than likely make her brain dead. The third…..took her. All the ime mom, my aunt, and my stepdad where there. They had to pry my aunt from her. She held on as long as she could…and she kept saying she wanted to go home….

maybe she did?

A day in the life of….

Blogged by Smalley as Smalley — Smalley Thu 27 Jul 2006 3:37 pm

Me!

Not really. Two more days until The second “Rock the Hut” Pizza Hut Gig. We’re gigged with a lot of good bands, but this is the second time we have been billed last. I’m no really complaining, but…oh what the hell..yeah…it seems kinda suspect to me.  Anyway…I’m happy to be playing music, any way I can. We’re going to introduce two new songs, one is an instrumental completely written by…ME. It’s called cardboard castles, and it’s pretty good…still working ou kinks, but it’s going to be fun. The OTHER new song is in process as well, but it’s called “3 bullets and a chicken wing”, just to be funny. It’s bitchin!

I rewrote the drum beat to broken list again. This time part of the chorus is double bass blasted, with liberal china use. If I can keep it consistant, it’ll prove to be really cool. Of course, I’m still screwing with all the other drum beats still, trying to perfect them and improve upon them….like always. It’s also going to be the first public appearance of us with THREE crash cymbals…I know…not a big deal to most, but it’s 1 more color I can use to paint the songs better. :)

Anyway…that’s all for now…

So it seems….

Blogged by Smalley as Smalley — Smalley Mon 24 Jul 2006 2:34 pm

Hmmmm…apparently if you’ve cared to notice that is…some assholes had a couple of SPAM BOTS reply to some of my postings with ads of POKER….not regular poker either….DUTCH POKER…..in order to attempt to cut the douchebags off, I’ve made it possible to reply ONLY by registering, and logging in. I know it’s a might bit in convienient, but I can assure you it’s a necessary precaution.

Dearly beloved, we gather here today

Blogged by Smalley as Updates — Smalley Tue 18 Jul 2006 12:25 am

To say goodbye and find our way

Bid farewell with closing eyes…..

It’s been quite a while since the last post, so a quick recap….moved to milton, in a house, with a decent sized yard…woohoo…

The house also comes with a few decent sized problems…ants…lots of them…bombed under the house today and came across a good reason while the a/c is half assed upstairs…a couple of duct hoses were fucking split…in half….COMPLETELY.

$17.33 later and about an hour worth of ime, it’s starting to cool down a bit finally. I hope….I still have my doubts that that was completely the problem….we shall see.

Been getting a lot of headaches lately….feel like my head is going to explode…..boy I love headaches…I guess a big portion of it is playing a mediator beween my mom, stepdad, and my brother….Not that I don’t mind he fact that the two testosterone sponges hate eachother….it’s the fact Mom is caught in the fucking middle and in urn I get called in or better yet….I JUMP IN o try and bring peace or somthing hat will pass for it…..so far disaster has been adverted…but for how long?