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.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

A Baby Girl!!!

newborn_marian03Today was a very special day. Today, my little brother, became a dad again. I became an uncle for a second time. With just those few words, "It's a girl." from my brother I couldn't help but feel proud and envious at the same time. She's such a beautiful baby and when I held her I knew I held her for someone else other than myself. We didn't always see eye to eye and there were moments I said things I'd cut my tongue out to take back. Those things are done and can never be undone but I do what I can to atone for them in my own ways. I'll never lie about the woman she was, as I knew her, because that's what made me love her as well contemn her. The one thing my mom wanted, before she passed away, was to hold a baby girl in her arms. So many opportunities for forgiveness stolen from us by something as stupid as a car accident. Wounds left open to fester. Wounds I can't stop picking at over and over again. But when I held little Marian in my arms... My brother is a lucky man.

Congratulations Mike. Mom would be happy to see "her men" still standing together as a family with a place for her in our hearts still.

Xiamara and her baby girl should be coming home tomorrow evening. I can't wait to see the baby again and hold her. It's been so long since I held a baby. Man, do I miss it. The diaper rashes, the teething, the constant crying. I'd have to be crazy to want another baby. Then I remember him falling asleep on my chest or hearing that full belly laugh only a baby can do. I know I have a lot more of those "little moments" ahead of me, but I want more. Don't even get me started on brotherhood. I'll get even sappier on ya. Single children will never know what their missing and for them I feel sad.

newborn_marian08Name: Marian Joy Camacho
Proud Parents: Michael J. Camacho and Xiamara Gozman
Date of Birth: 14th October, 2003 (11:04am)
Weight: 6 Pounds 15 ounces 

Saturday, October 11, 2003

Haunted Hospital

I realized something a little weird today.  Yesterday everyone came by to roleplay (micah's GURPS Star Wars conversion game, not mine) at my place. It was sorta last minute plans after I had planned on doing nothing more then vegging out. Trust me, it was no fun trying to do dishes, sweep, laundry and vacuuming a house that hasn't been really cleaned since last week. Nevermind I get winded and go into coughing fits just walking fast with the remains of this flu. I can't even think bout anything too laborious without coughing. Don't get me started. I'm beyond "frustrated". I hate being sick. I reeeeeeaaally hate being sick, but I'm getting off topic.

So once we're all gathered (or at least those of us who didn't beeeey yatch out watching a tv show he coulda recorded!!!!) we were doing the customary gathering of all nerd/geek clans. We gathered around a computer while we discussed the impact of cgi on the movie industry, the deeper meaning behind Nightmare on Elm Street, and where would be a good place to have the piss scared out of us this year for halloween. Somewhere in there we even brought up the holy trinity (Episode IV, V, and VI).  Anyway, while we were discussing this away Derek sat at the helm of the computer looking for somewhere to have the shit scared out of us when he showed us this haunted hospital here in Houston. It looked vaguely familiar but I was too deep in conversation about the new Freddy vs. Jason movie to pay much attention. So we moved on to other subjects eventually making it back to the game room, now that the customary gathering/greeting had been met. So on with the game we went into the early morning hours like the old school gamers we are. Hoooo Waaaaaah!!! *coughing fit*

Today, James calls me up after I just got back from my brothers house painting care bears on his new baby room (Their inducing Xiamara on Tuesday!!!) and asks me if I could look through my history file for the site on that hospital. So I look it up and I get that nagging vague familiar feeling again when I find it. James is talking away to me on the phone when it hits me. I reach into my file cabinet and pull out my birth certificate. Yup, that's the place alright. I was born in a hospital built on the burial grounds of thousands of plague victims. It would later become a juvenile detention ward, a drug and alcohol rehab, and lastly as a psychiatric ward in it's final days. And I was born there. I'm almost proud. I was born in a place of local history, even if it is a little fucked up. I mentioned it to my dad and he says, last he heard, the city is having a problem with homeless people living it it. I made the mistake of mentioning to him I'd like to take a look inside and all he responded back with was, "I think that's called breaking and entering." No matter how cool your parents are, they have their instinctive killjoy parental moments. With proper planning, some flashlights and my digital camera though... I'll keep ya posted. Oh, here's the link by the way.

Wednesday, October 1, 2003

Lucky John

"Were going to win the lottery." Lana announced to me the other day. Here's her logic. The starter goes out on the truck, I get my credit card stolen, Lana has a blowout on her way to Dallas, Marcel gets sick, and the water heater spewed all over the rug. Something good must be coming our way. If I had my wallet I'd go to the store and buy one, but since "Lucky John" still has it I'm still screwed.
Lucky John. I lost my wallet on Friday. I honestly thought I lost it in the pile of laundry or maybe left it in the truck. Well, I put off looking for it until Monday. That's when Lana checks our account and tells me someone (Lucky John) found my wallet and helped himself to my credit card. So now I have the joy of canceling my card, filing a claim, and waiting. Meanwhile I get a envelope in the mail today with my driver's license in it with a return address of Lucky John.
Hey Lucky John...  suck my cock you freeloading ass muncher.

If you're going to return anything of mine, return my fucking wallet! You know how hard it is to find a good wallet???