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.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Lost Puppy Found

Just a quick post:

This puppy was found in the Newport neighborhood on the 28th of December wandering the cul-de-sac on Mariner Ct. She was found with no tags or collar. If you've recently lost your puppy please contact me at

Thursday night, while visiting with Micah and Kelly, a little girl from our neighborhood knocked on our door with puppy in hand. It was pretty late so I told her I'd take the puppy and find her owner so she wouldn't have to. I knew I'd be fighting the "Let's keep her!" argument from Marcel and Lana but last thing we need is another puppy despite how cute and very affectionate this puppy is. It is tempting but I know that someone in our neighborhood is missing a very happy and lost puppy.

I went door to door in my neighborhood placing fliers hoping to find her owner earlier today. I figured after running into a few rude neighbors it would probably be less intrusive to put fliers out then knocking door to door like I was originally. Silly me thought that door to door would also be a great way to meet a few of my neighbors. So if you live in the Newport neighborhood and have recently lost a puppy, email me.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Merry Christmas!!!

Christmas is finally over. I'm relieved and sad at the same time. We spent Christmas Eve with family at the house this year with Lana's dad manning the grill. Since Mike and Xiomara decided to spend Christmas morning at their house this year we had the all kids open their presents from us together. We ate too much food, had some dessert, and sat around assembling Legos and pirate ships for the kids until it got late. It was a very nice evening. Lana, Helen and me ended up staying up into the early morning hours after Marcel had gone to bed watching Aliens 3. I'm not sure what time I woke up to find Helen and Lana asleep. Santa had already put Marcel's gifts out, filled the stockings, and ate the pumpkin pie Marcel left out him. I think it was around four in the morning when we finally made it to the bed.

Marcel made out like a little bandit this year but the big hit with him was the Star Wars Lightsaber Battle game. It was a pretty big hit amongst the adults as well. The video is of Marcel getting a little too close to my TV with his pimp saber action moves. I have some really great footage of Marcel, Lana and Helen showing off their saber moves but I doubt I'd live long if I put them online... Damn their funny though.

I spent most of Christmas morning feeling like I had been drugged. Marcel let us sleep in a bit this year and woke us up around ten. He came rushing in our room, so excited I couldn't help but jump out of bed immediately and follow him into the living room. He could barely contain himself long enough for Helen to get out of bed. It's really an awesome thing to see him that happy. Santa got him pretty much all the stuff he asked for and he deserved every bit of it. I'm such a lucky guy to have such a great kiddo. It was wonderfully drowsy Christmas morning.
A few Christmas highlights...
  • Visiting with my brother and all our kids while we assembled toys together
  • The first few moments when Marcel burst into my room on Christmas morning
  • Attacking Sally with the Roboraptor.
  • Watching Stitch run away from the inch tall windup toy.
  • Recording Lana and Helen talk shit while playing Star Wars Lightsaber Battle
  • Watching Marcel sing along to Star Wars Gangsta Rap on his MP3 player Santa left him.
  • Visiting with Lana's momma and family and knowing I'm welcome as family too.

I'm off to roller skate on the basketball court with the little man. Santa brought him some skates since he seemed to enjoy ice skating so much at Shelby's birthday party. It's probably going to be a long night of Lego Star Wars and Star Wars Lightsaber Battle game. Oh, and plenty of pumpkin pie. ;)

Here's a few of my favorite pictures from this Christmas. I hope everyone had as great a Christmas as we did. Merry Christmas everyone!


Friday, December 22, 2006

Yo Adrian!

coolhearse01Marcel's now officially on Christmas break now so we decided to celebrate the other night by going out to the movies. We went to go see the new Rocky Bolboa movie. I won't lie, I was pretty damn giddy. I hear that music and I get excited, I'm on the edge of my seat, and I'm pumped. The Rocky movies are on the level of iconic when it comes to my childhood. What kid didn't run around pretending to be Rocky when they first saw the movie? What adult didn't run around wishing they could be Rocky when they first saw the movie?? I particularly remember one little boy who was named after Rocky when we were in school. He was younger than me and my brother and would run around shadow boxing and hitting anyone who got close enough. I purchased our tickets online and made sure to buy a roll or Sweetarts at the gas station on the way to the movies since most theaters don't carry them anymore. I broke the roll in half and past the other half to my brother. Good times, good times...

Overall, not the great movie I was expecting after hearing all the awesome reviews, but much better than I was originally expecting. The boxing world needs something to get excited about, something to revitalize interest in the sport again. It wouldn't come as a great surprise if it was HBO that proposed the idea of a new Rocky movie Sylvester Stallone. The movie was well worth it for the one scene where Rocky confronts his son's anger outside the restaurant. What I love so much about all the movies, cheese and all, is that the theme behind the movies has always been about will. What do want and what is your will?

Other than that, we've been just taking it easy, counting down to Christmas. We've finished up all our shopping finally. On our way to Toys R us, after our riding lesson, we saw the coolest car. I saw it from the rear and started to daydream a bit about a hearse I wanted to buy when I was in high school. I noticed a Santa decal on the back and decided to pull up to it for a better look. When I came up beside it I noticed the flame decals and smiled. I reached for my camera though, grinning from ear to ear, when I saw the front end. I past the camera to Marcel when Lana started bitching at me for taking pictures while I drove. Marcel fumbled with the camera for a little while when they rolled down their window to tell me they were going to the mall if I wanted more pictures. Lana was hiding somewhere under the dash I think. So I followed them to the mall for a few more pictures. So we talked about his hearse car, he shared a few pictures with me, and told me how the engine was pulled from a local police car. His wife and Lana gave us the well known why-do-they-behave-this-way-in-public-with-me look while rolling their eyes and tried to stay out of the pictures. It didn't take long before other men were drawn to the car and camera phones came out. I'm really hoping to have the bus back on the road again by the end of January. There's just something about a well loved older car. They just get better with age.

Banned by the Boy Scouts of America

I'm going to vent just a little here so be warned. I recently got Marcel signed up into the Boy Scouts. I remember when my brother was involved in the Boy Scouts and I have some very fond memories. We had great leaders and our parents were always involved. I thought it would be nice to be able to provide Marcel with those kind of fond memories as well so I applied to be a Leader. I got the call on Wednesday to inform me that I was being declined for Boy Scout Leadership due to the content on this website. The tone in her voice was one of pure disgust and I was a little shocked. Anger came later. Yes, my website reflects the opinions of an adult of which are not appropriate for children to read. Yes, it does contain some links to some "pornographic" material. Am I going to be handing out business cards to the children with my link? No. Am I going to be providing other parents with my website address or personal email? No. As with everything in life there is a time a place for everything and I'm well aware of that. I'm not a fucking idiot. I had planned on designing the pack a website that would provide everyone email addresses and a forum so they could get a little organized with better communication. Meantime I had set up an alternate email address. I know that not all people are tolerant of how others choose to spend their private time so I was willing to tolerate their bigoted beliefs so my son could enjoy the good things they have to offer. I was willing to open my home to them, give them my time, and my will to help make the boy scouting experience for their children, as well as mine, a better one.

Unfortunately for them (and the kids) they're too caught up in the fact that I'm not one of them. I don't go to Sunday service of any kind. I teach my son about the many beliefs of people around the world and how they all have something to offer. I don't ask any god for blessings nor to I give thanks to any god for my accomplishments. I teach my son that he determines his level of success in life and that he's capable of whatever he sets his mind to. I don't teach my son that sex is nasty and that masturbation is sinful. The little curiosity he's shown in sex has been met with open and honest answers on how it's a natural and beautiful thing that adults do. We answer no more than what he asks about but we're honest with him. I do browse "porn" (by who's definition?) now then on my private time though, so that makes me someone "not to be associated with".

It was apparent in the five minute conversation we had that compromising never crossed their closed minds. I was willing to change my site if they asked despite the fact that the only way other parents would find me would be through googling me or "inappropriate material". I would have gone so far as to transfer my domain to a new name ( was at the top of the list) and changing some of the content. But that would have meant them accepting someone with different beliefs into their little click. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I was angry that they would dare declare me an "inappropriate" Leader because by saying I'm unsuitable to be around children implies I'm an unfit Father. How dare they. It's a direct insult to the depths of the person I am.

Marcel will participate in the Derby race and then we're done. I feel truly sorry for people so close-minded and judgmental. It's no wonder they have a hard time retaining leaders and active scouts. Lana and I have decided we'll just make it a point to go on outings, taking his friends and ours along. We've decided to treat ourselves this year with camping gear for Christmas. It's not like the local Scouting group was organized enough for camping anyway. I was told by one of their leaders that if I wanted to camp I should organize it myself because they don't.
Wow, I feel much better now. That's been eating at me for days.

Okay, the rant is over and I now return you to your regularly scheduled Blog...

Monday, December 18, 2006

Three Decades of Me...

At 6:29 a.m. yesterday I became three decades old. I honestly hate the idea of it. It's the idea of getting old that bothers me. I can honestly say I've not thought about it at all hardly until the past month or so. It's a little scary to look back and realize thirty years of my life are now behind me. It's made me a little restless the past few weeks to say the least. It's almost paralyzing at how quickly the time passes. My dad called me up to wish me happy birthday and he said something that really made me think. My dad is forty six and he pointed out that we're not all that far apart in age. The gap seems to close even more when I consider how much more we have in common these days. If only I could get him to play poker now...

My baby Lana invited friends over, she cleaned, grilled, and she even got me a birthday present. Lana loves giving presents so much she can never wait. She made the comment that she finds it very amusing that she can still shop for both Marcel and me at Toys R Us. I got four castle expansion sets for Heroscape!!! I have a pretty big map set up in the dining room that I randomly add pieces to when I'm pacing the house (which I tend to do a lot of these days now that I think about it).

It was a wonderfully relaxing day spent amongst my friends. We ate too much food, had cake (they even sung happy birthday to me), drank a little, and played a relaxed game of poker while all the kiddos watched movies and played with toys upstairs.

I find it really neat how all my life games have brought me and the people around me closer. When I was younger it was games like Spades, Pictionary, Fireball Island and Nintendo. Many a nights Michael, my dad, mom and me were spent with a Nintendo controller in our hands playing Super Spike V'ball. Some nights it was spades all night. Then I got older and found Dungeons and Dragons, Palladium, GURPS, and Magic: the Gathering. Here these days we find poker is a damn good excuse to hook up. My life seems to have always revolved around games. Games have brought new friends into my life and brought old friends closer.

I should go for now I guess. Lana just called me and is making cookies down in the house with Marcel and Helen. I answered my cell with just a click on my bluetooth headset and hardly missed a stroke on my keyboard. I talked to Tracy for ten minutes about WoW while driving in the rain in Houston traffic. I don't know how I drove without this thing. Off to eat cookies. A little something before I go though...


I got the greatest letter from Britt for my Birthday. Turns out she went toe to toe with her momma, arguing and yelling, about my birthday present. Kelly found it really amusing that I've all but stolen Marcel's red wagon for various stuff around the yard so she decided to get me a wheel barrel for my birthday, something funny but useful at the same time. Brittney thought that idea just sucked and was willing to wage war with her momma over it. Maybe I'm just a bit too sentimental but I was very touched by the gesture. That was better than ten Heroscape castle sets combined.

Oh, the wheel barrel is bright red. :)

Wednesday, December 13, 2006


christmas2006_04Man, this month is just flying by. Every time I look at the calender I seem to have lost days without even really feeling 'em. We finally got our Christmas tree up the other night. The house has that nice pine smell to it and it feels a little more like Christmas now. We broke out the boxes of ornaments, decorations, and stockings. I think it's the giddy feeling in your gut that I enjoy so much but now it's over watching Marcel get so excited about it. He's been counting down on his little bear calender everyday. It's getting harder to shop for him every year but I think we did good. We actually got some of our shopping done the other day but we have a ways to go still. The plan is to knock the rest of it out while Marcel's at school. Now if we could just get out of bed at a decent hour to make that plan work, we'd be doing real good.

This month is always such a busy one with so many birthdays and Christmas. We went out to eat with Helen, Micah and Kelly a couple days to celebrate Chris's birthday with him. Today is my brother's birthday and in just a few days I hit thirty. Wow, it doesn't really feel any different I just don't like saying it. Denial is far too tempting a thing sometimes.

I've stopped scanning pictures for a while mostly because some of 'em just bring up some pretty strong memories. I never realized just how many photos we had until I started really looking at them. Wow, it's amazing how the time passes so quickly. I wish I could pop back in time now and then, tap myself on the shoulder and whisper a word or two. Stuff like "Pay attention here.", "Forget it, it's nothing." "Don't." or even just, "Smile." I wouldn't want to interfere too much (I don't want to fuck up the space-time continuum or nothing) but just give a nudge now and then to help. We are an accumulation of our actions after all, mistakes and successes, but who can't use a nudge now and then right? I guess this year I'm just feeling a little lost at the end of the year.

The next few days are going to be pretty busy and maybe that's what I need to get out of this weird funk. Tonight we go out to celebrate my little brother's birthday. Tomorrow is a riding lesson, and a Boy Scouts Committee meeting, Friday is Marcel's school lunch followed by poker that night, and Lana has a party on Saturday. Sunday I hit thirty. Yeah for me. ;)
Well, I have work to do somewhere I'm sure. Blaaaaaah.

Monday, December 4, 2006

A Patch of Snow

snowinnewport27It snowed in Crosby - sorta. We got a call from Dosha and she tells us there's a small patch of snow in the neighborhood thanks to a snow machine. Someone who's lived in an area where it really does snow, it always makes me a little sad to see such a sad little pile of slush, mud and ice. Marcel, who's never really seen real snow, loved it. They ran around trying to make snowballs out of the sad little patch of ice and had a great time. I can't help but want to load them in the car and drive until we hit Colorado for real snow. They had a blast but I couldn't help but wish the snow was deeper, we had a big hill, some inner tubes, and everything in sight was covered in a blanket of white. We took Sally along with us and she wasn't very impressed by the patch at all. She sniffed around it, stepped in in once and avoided it the rest of the time. My lab happens to be a prissy one. She'd rather be inside, hates getting wet (muddy is different though), and she watches the squirrels play in the yard for gawd's sake. Anyway, The kids thoroughly enjoyed themselves and wanted to stay even longer despite it getting too dark to see. I so understand...

Michael and me once went out to go sledding late in the evening a few blocks from the house. There was this decent hill just behind the middle school. It was a pretty popular spot for all the neighborhood kids. So we bundled up, grabbed our sleds and tracked out. It took us a little longer than usual with the crazy wind and the snow coming down but we were determined. We were a little surprised to find we had the hill all to ourselves. The snow was so fresh it had yet to compact down at all and we simply sank when we sat down on our sleds. So we digressed to throwing snowballs (real snowballs not balls of ice, mud, and slush!) and pushing each other down into the building banks of snow. I found it pretty amusing that Michael had a hard time getting up he was stuffed so snuggly in his snow suit but I did always help him back up after watching him struggle for a little while. We were interrupted by a blaring horn and the full wrath of our mom yelling obscenities at us the way only a scared mother can.

Turns out it was the start of a really bad blizzard but we only saw fresh snow coming down. But man, it was fun. We must have scared the shit outta her, thinking back on it now.