Traveling

Ok,  so I am going from Clermont,  FL.  to Jacksonville,  FL.   Speed limit has topped out at 55mph.  This trip is going to take awhile.  I could get there faster on a nag with loose shoes.  More to come later.

Not feeling well

Okay, this one is due to current events.

My girl, Angel, feels like death warmed over.  I got curious and looked up how most guys treat their sick women.  Men, need locked in a room and given pcp and bats.  Who ever is left alive is fed to sharks.
Everyone of the guys it shows, wants nothing to do with their sick girls for fear of getting sick.  You know what...eat r at poison fellas.  Not sure how it is everywhere else, but where I am from and how I was raised, you take care of your woman. If she's sick, you are at her side with tea bandaid and let her have the remote control to that darn television contraption.  Wise up guys.  Woman need and want and deserve a man who would move the moon for them.  If the good Lord's willing, and the Greeks don't ride, see you later.

Emotional state

Hey....time for a tantrum.

Why the heck are emotions so wishy washy?  I do understand emotions.   What I can't wrap my tiny country mind around is why the hell are they confusing?

Take for example...me and my girl, Angel, moving in together.  I am excited as a four year old after hearing the chime of the ice cream man at the end of the street.  But, and this is the part that confuses this rednecks understanding, I am nervous.  Not just nervous, like today is test day and I forgot to study for the past 3 months.  I mean like nervous...like a long tail cat in a room of rocking chairs kind of nervous.
Why can't my limited backwoods brain pick an emotion and just run with it?  Of course, maybe my bumpkin butt ain't supposed to understand such deep thoughts.  Whatever the reasoning,  don't let the tantrum fool you.  I CANNOT WAIT to finally be with my little Angel on Earth.   That is it for now.  If the good Lord's willing,  and the Greeks don't ride, see ya later.

Why?

Alright.  The name of this blog is Texas Tantrum. ..so that will be the basic premise of future blogs.  An aggressive look at my opinions and point of view on topics.
To start it off, women's idea of themselves compared to what us men tell them.  Here we go on this ride called my thoughts.
Women!  The big ones think they are models.  The thin ones think they are the equivalent of Shamoo the whale.  It seems that women seem to disregard what guys think.  Women will ask us "do I look fat?"  And of course, we will answer " No Baby!"  Now, most men will say this so they don't die.  Coudos to you if you do.  But I prefer the honest approach.  My girl, is not one of these models.  You know.  The ones you see on the magazines at the corner store or shopping marts.  You know, these eat then throw up pin ups.  But, she is also not one of these girls that you have to smother with butter and toss a twinkle out the door to get her outside. 
She, in my opinion,  is gorgeous, and gre at as she is.  But, I am also not incentive.   If she wants to diet,  hey, I support you because I love you and it is your decision.   But women, regardless of which type you are, listen to your man.  If he says you are beautiful,  then there is a reason he does...because you ARE!  If he tells you, you need to diet because he is tired of replacing the struts in his truck 3 times a month...get rid of him.   Lol.  He is an ass.
That's it for now.  Just had to speak my peace.  Remember, man tells you you set fire to his emotions, believe him.  Love is not about your appearance,  but how well you mesh.  Have fun.  If the good lords willing and the Greeks don't ride, see ya later.

Midnight

Here it is almost midnight.   Woke up thinking about my Angel.   Let's see.  I am moving from Texas up to Rhode Island...permanently.   I got to admit, as excited as I am,  I am nervous as hell.  I mean, I am still grasping to the fact that someone so beautiful would like someone like me.

My first

So...this is my first time blogging.   So...more to come.

I love this pic.