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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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Sicko

portrait_marcel04It started the other day as a slightly scratchy throat while visiting at Dosha and Johnny's place. By the time we went to bed that night my throat was sore and by the morning I couldn't breath through my nose. I reeeeeaaaaally hate being sick. Thanks to lots of drugs I can feel moderately normal if it wasn't for the fact that I have no energy. Moving laundry from the washer to the dryer winded me the other day. It sucks even more because normally I'd curl up on the couch and watch a little TV. With all the remodeling though, the TV is sitting in the middle of the room, the couches in the dining room, and our entertainment center is completely unplugged. So that leaves me with working or sitting at the computer. So for now, I'm just going to sit here and do nothing productive other than tagging our photos in Adobe Bridge.

Most of the living room is now done. The Sheetrock is now all hung and taped. I've been working on floating some but I just don't have the energy to do more tonight. Lana started laying down the laminate in the dining room and it looks awesome. I think tonight I'm done though. I can't breath through my nose, my brain feels like it's going to start oozing out of my ears at any moment and I'm feeling really nausous. So I'll just leave you with Marcel's school picture that I finally got around to scanning. Off to dope up before I try to sleep.

Real fast before I go though, I recently got an email from my cousin, Elizabeth, who I haven't seen since she was a baby. So while I scanning pictures I decided to go ahead and dig through the picture box a little deeper and found...

The pictures could use a little attention in photoshop but here they are for now...
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Man, my uncle Chris was the shiznit when I was a kid. We'd go down to the bayou with shopping carts, catching snapping turtles, and building model cars. You know all those lowrider model car kits you can buy now? Well, back in the day, me and Chris would make our own lowrider model cars by taking a hot butter knife heated up on my grandma's gas stove and bend the frames.

There's not much he couldn't tweak out to a model car to give it the right look. He even made a hopper using an old motor from something he butchered and a battery pack from who knows what. I think about him every time I browse the model cars and think about putting one together again. Shoot me a line sometime Puma!

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