Glass bottle cokes…

I bring this topic up on my Facebook and Twitter page every so often. I love them. Wally World recently started to carry these. The are from Mexico. Why should that matter? Cause they are made with real sugar and are in GLASS! That was the way that they were intended to be bottled and sold. Plastic strips something from them. But I can’t bitch about cans. Coke from a can is almost as awesome. The added tin taste just makes them great.

I am a Coke drinker by birth. Thats what Mom drank and we followed suit. These days I limit it to one a day. Don’t need any future sugar problems. This runs like wild fire through my family. I try to be careful with that.  I keep the sugar low whenever I can. This coming from the kid that tried to snort Pixie Sticks and yes you read that right. Snort. I am adult enough to admit my flaws from childhood. I had many….way too many.

So this is my one indulgence any more. I have become a little more simple and not running out and blowing cash when the feeling hits me. Sadly that money is spent on stuff for my girls and their mom. I am truly happy with my family…as they are nearly everything to me. I do have to leave a little for breathing and what little time I get with my friends. Oh and sex I leave a small slice for that too. Very very small…lol!

I am fully de-raged from yesterday and will not think of it again. Well maybe a little. I wish I understood? Maybe I never will? Who knows and or cares? I do. As my therapist once told type here what is truly on your mind as you will be able to type it better then speak it aloud. Very true. I can say what I want here but not so much in the real world.

I awoke to a big fat slobbery kiss from my Meghan this morning I am hoping for the same in a few hours. You know until I had kids I never thought I was like my parents before me. No I know I am. My Dad was a great man and still is somewhere in the beyond and taught me how to be a parent by being my parent. My Mom taught how to love and nurture my children as she did all of us.

The old man once told me “Must be nice to know everything like you kids do!” I know now I only knew a 1\4 of what he did. I miss my dad and everyday without fail I do 2 things. I call my brother on my ride home from work like he did on his ride home and I play some Jimmy Buffett with the sunroof open so he can hear it. I know he is having drinks with the Yankee greats or singing with Elvis like he did so well and always wanted to do. I keep my fins up daily so he can see it from the heavens above. I am teaching my girls to do it too.

Well enough I think for tonight. As Inspector Gadget said “This message will self destruct in 5 seconds….4……3…..2…1…BOOM!

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