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.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Hurricane Rita

hurricaneritaRita has come and gone, leaving us relatively unscathed. The past few days have been one big blur. When I decided to board up the house on Wednesday, I knew I'd have to get lucky finding enough plywood anywhere. I had been watching the news and listening to the radio but nothing prepared me for the level of shear panic that was in the air. When I got to Lowe's there was a line of pickup trucks, SUV's, and compact cars out to the parking lot. There was a tension in the air that I can't really describe. I knew I wasn't going to find any wood but I was hoping to get lucky and find a pack or two of batteries for the radio. Walking into Lowe's was like going into Walmart after five. All the plywood was gone and the place was packed. People were buying prime oak and cedar, sheetrock, and wall paneling to cover their windows. There was a feeling of urgency and the verge of becoming o tright panic. I got out of there pretty quick after a man did everything but threaten me when I looked at his pile of paneling. When I got home, we listened to th news most of the day and I knew I'd have to do something other than just hope the house would be okay. I went to Walmart for bottled water, some canned goods and the hope of finding batteries. I found nails at our local Ace Hardware and used the poker roll to pay since I knew my card wouldn't work. I sacrificed the two sheets of plywood I was going to use for a new poker table, I tore out the shelving in the garage, the shelves in the shed, the frame from the futon that was in my bus, and busted out a few shelves in Lana's office. Lana came home from her New York trip to find me boarding up the upstairs bedrooms with the scrapwood from around the house. It was an uneasy feeling to see my house boarded up but I was relieved she was finally home after watching the news of all the traffic as over two million people tried to leave town.

I spent the first night Lana was home boarding up the office windows talking and hammering nails until four in the morning. It was surprisingly nice in an odd way. We spent the next few days with friends who decided to stick it out with us, watching the news, talking all night, playing poker and just catching up. We stayed up late into the early morning hours mostly just talking. It felt like old times back at Barbs house when we'd get together in her living room.

We got lucky and I only have some branches to pick up from my yard. I was stunned and horrified when I watched the news coverage on the aftermath. All I could think about was how lucky we got. While I'd never wish something so horrible onto others I can't help but let out a sigh of relief that it didn't hit us as bad as we thought it was.

Now I'm just exhausted. Tomorrow I've got to pull down the rest of the boards and clean the yard. Life is almost back to normal if you don't count the fact that Domino's Pizza isn't delivering, gas is still hard to find, and it takes twenty minutes to get food from the Taco Bell drive through. Well, I should get in bed and try to sleep despite not being sleepy at all.

'Night everyone...

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

No guts, no glory...

I've taken a bit of absence from blogging but not from a lack of inspiration. I keep meaning to head out for the day for a "medicine day" but I just never seem to find the time. Everytime I sit down to write a little I realize my subject matter really isn't appropriate for public reading. It always gets me back to thinking about that secret blog I've never got around to keeping. Anyway, been feeling a little stressed out, trapped, cooped up, and in bad need of a change of scenery. I won't go into details but something needs to happen. Arg.

Anyway, I did get to go out a little yesterday. I had promised Marcel I'd take him to Toys R Us to spend his birthday gift card from his Grandpa. Lana didn't get back from the barn until really late so we rushed out there only to walk out forty five minutes later empty-handed. Lana normally refuses to go with Marcel and me since we tend to be very selective shoppers when it comes to our toys but she made an exception this time. She compares it to going into a bookstore with me. Even I was tired after thirty minutes but Marcel had his heart set on one toy in particular. After he decided that mommy and daddy had no idea what toy he was asking for, he moped around grabbing random toys to get. He eventually agreed that it was better to wait, get what he wants, then to settle for a bunch of stuff he didn't want.

So we all dragged ourselves into truck in search of food. I felt a little bad for our waiter since we took about fifteen minutes just to make our order but there was no getting around it.

I got a call from my brother while we were sitting there drooling over the menu. He sounded upset so I immediately gave him my full attention which Lana picked up sitting across from me. One of our friends, Ted, died. I can't tell you how shaken I was. I didn't know the guy very well but it slammed me hard nevertheless. He played poker with us at my brother's Wednesday night game pretty regularly. He was a familiar face whose presence I came to enjoy even when he was in a bad mood. Every since certain events in my life, I've been a firm believer that the best way we can honor those no longer with us is to remember them how they really were.

Ted could be an asshole but he was also a friend. I didn't get to know him well, but he's one of those guys that you never forget. He could get pretty bitchy at the table some days, but then there were days he dance in his chair to the music while sucking down a beer, all smiles throughout the evening. He's the most quoted and referenced player we play poker with. While he may have been an asshole some days, he was our asshole and I know I'll miss him. My brother says he was a hell of a friend and I'll just have to take his word on that since I'll never get to know.

Marcel, like any kid, picked up I was upset. Lana and I exchanged looks across the table and decided to he was old enough. We proceeded to explain what happened to Ted and what it means to be dead to our seven year old son in Chilli's. The meal was less than satisfying but I don't think it had anything to do with the service. We ended up having Micah and Kelly over for the rest of the night so we wouldn't brood over it. We ended up watching Deadwood until the early morning hours and my dreams were remarkably unremarkable.

Well, I think I'll call it quits for now.

Friday, September 2, 2005

Ain't no 9 to 5 here...

I'm trying to find the motivation to clean the office and it just hasn't happened yet. Tonight is poker night and I'm not the usual excited about it. I think I've hit burnout. I'm not positive, but I think I'm there. It's not that I don't ever want to play again, but for a while there I was playing three or four times a week. I find myself content to play once a week. Maybe tonight's game will renew my obsession for it. We'll see how it goes. Plus tonight is the first night of the Freeroll Tournament. Before then though, I've got to empty all the nasty asstrays(that's not typo), all the half full cans, vacuum the floor, clean the bathroom, and wipe down the tables. Fun, fun.

I think I just need a nice relaxing day or two with no laundry, dishes, broken toys, floors to sweep, cans to empty, or kitchen to clean. Everytime I want to do something fun, all those things that I need to be doing come back to haunt me. I'm constantly picking up around the house. I mean constantly. It's mostly little stuff but it try doing the same monotonous task twenty-thirty times a day, everyday, seven days a week, always playing the same track of, "Please don't drop your stuff on the floor/bar/desk". Yep, I need to get out soon. It's time for a bookstore day, a movie day, or maybe a just whole day at the river. I don't know but I do know that my "no job ass" needs a break.

The past day or two I've actually been working on getting the vacuum table finished. It's been sitting in the garage unfinished since last year. Man, I didn't realize how long it had been until I started moving stuff around looking for it under all the junk I've accumulated. Underneath all the blocks of styrene, window screen, foam padding and random computer parts, I finally found it. With my heating element finally in, I'm only one part away from finished now. I need a hood to house the heating element. I'm hoping I can bribe one of my poker buddies into building one out of aluminum for me since he has a bunch of welding equipment. He's offered to teach me how to weld a few times and I'm really thinking of taking him up on the offer.

I can feel Halloween creeping up on me. I'm nowhere near being finished like I hoped to be. I keep telling myself, "when the vacuum table is working..." but the thing is, I could be doing other stuff until then. I still have headstones to work on. I work better under pressure anyway.

This weekend, I'm going to attempt to take a break. Play some poker, hopefully get some roleplaying time in, and catch up on some reading.

On a totally different note, turns out you are what you eat...

You're chocolate. You're the old soul type, people
feel that they have known you their entire
life. Many often open up to you for they view
you as thoughtful and trustworthy. Although
people trust you, you have a hard time trusting
them. You prefer to keep your feelings bottled
up inside, or display them very quietly. It is
alright to open up every once in a while.

Which kind of candy are you?
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