Alex Camacho
Crosby, TX, United States
Born in Houston, Texas and raised all over living the life of an Army Brat. I Went to eight different schools (three elementary, one middle school, four high schools) and have one little brother who’s not so little anymore. I’ve been married for nearly fourteen years now to a woman who rocks my world and I've been blessed with two wonderful children. Our dog, Sally, is a big black lab saved from a local shelter.
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Saturday, August 16, 2003

Birthday Plans

Fucking viruses. Sometimes the convenience of a computer just doesn't seem worth the hassle. It's been a while since I've messed with this thing I was so frustrated with it. Not having the computer up gave made me realize I could be doing other stuff when I'm bored. But it knew I'd want a fix sooner or later. They know you'll come back so they just wait, big black screen just waiting to swallow down hours of your time in a few gulps. Yup, and where am I at this moment? But I've got so many tools at my disposal with a computer. Movie times, maps, porn clips, movie trailers, news, pictures of naked redheads dressed in high heels and leather skirts that go all the way - nevermind. I missed the computer but sometimes I just wanna smash it for killing my time.

Marcel's birthday is coming up!! It's only a little more than a week away and Lana and I still don't have anything planned. My dad went out and got him a HUGE Incredible Hulk pinata, candy, table cloth, napkins, plates, etc. Think he's hinting at something? Yeah, we've been putting off making plans but I cringe at cleaning up after another birthday party. He's turning five. FIVE. A monumental day, besides his birthday, has snuck up on me. His first day of school. When did he get old enough for school? It seems like I was just potty training him and watching blues clues with him. Now he's asking questions that make me pause without an answer and finding a level of independence I'm not used to. He's always staying the night at my dad's or Lana's moms place. Sounds selfish (becuase it is) but I miss having a sleeping baby on my chest or burping him after he ate. There's a lot about the "baby" stage I miss. I never thought for a second I'd understand my mom telling me, "You'll always be my baby." I used to hate it. I used to get really mad at her for embarrassing me and get mean. Teenagers are such assholes.

Sometimes we grow out of it. I think I have, I think I have, I think I have...