Thoughts on Love, Love Lost, dogs and facebook.

So here I am and it's Monday. You know I have never been one of those guys to dread Monday. Never had a "case of the Mondays." I love my job and when I'm not working I actually don't know what to do with myself unless I go see my good ol' boys back home. My sister Sheila, you may know her better as Satan's canvas, once told me of a clinical diagnosis for people who dread Monday so bad that come Sunday they pretty much go into depression. Of course I can't remember what she called it but it has always stuck with me. I say that because one of my really good friend's wife may suffer from that particular "disease" but I love her just the same.

So my best friend's dog got his hiney whipped by a cat today! Baxter Maples is his name, the pride of the Maples clan, and every since they took his manhood....he has really turned to a puss. His master sent me a text out of no where today to let me know my favorite canine was handed a whipping by a feline. Reminded me of a lot of my male friends these days. ;)

I have never really liked dogs much and I strongly dislike cats. I have a theory that there is a strong correlation between the pets and number of pets you have to your true social status. Oh you may be in at a higher socio-economic level but your true social status is another thing all together. And cats stink....A LOT!

Love lost...oh what mess. I have often been called a man afraid of commitment. The easel, Matt, Sheila's husband, calls me a free spirit. I don't think its a bad thing necessarily but it does make sense why I'm 35 and not married. I think, however, that it's not the fear of commitment but more the fear of loss. I have given my heart to a couple of women in my life and it never feels good when it's over. It's never easy, it's never fun and sometimes it's no one's fault. Sure love is a gamble, but to really do it right it seems to me that you have to be "all in" or what's the use. So the question I ask myself is this...am I ever going to go "all in" or just sit around and be blinded out? Time will tell.....until then I'll keep looking for the right hole cards.

Today a complete stranger stopped me, I was rocking out to a little eminem as I had just finished my first workout in about 4 weeks, and said "you seem so happy, you don't see that much." I told her to shut the hel...just kidding, I said thank you and informed her that I was indeed happy. I am for the most part a happy person. I don't have a lot of bad days I think partly because of luck and partly because it seems that bad days are just a choice you make and it makes no sense to me to choose to have a bad day. I tell all my teams, and I try to live it myself, to make some body's day better everyday. It's so easy to smile, say hi, make eye contact, plant a big fat french kiss on someone..(beware of that last one, it can occasionally backfire.) But in reality life really isn't that bad is it? I love God, I love to love, I love helping people, and I love all these things because I am extremely selfish! When I love I feel amazing! euphoric I think is the word. As you can tell, I never loved vocabulary or spelling though...not euphoric to me...not at all.
Too many people in this world would change places with me in a heart beat. Great friends, great family, great church that I have been missing lately, great looks and a great hair. How could I ever choose to have a bad day?

Lastly, facespace....I will dabble into that one at a later time.

Thursday I am supposed to go dancing and a concert with some old friends. All I can say to this is a stolen, slightly altered quote by dane cook, "screw girls tonight guys, all I want to do is DANCE!!!"

Signing off,
Gerald C. Slickett, Mr. D. Cheezee

Random thoughts on Life and Love

My first post is one that is birthed from confusion, guilt, annoyance and love....and the randomness of a strange mind.



I have found myself in and out of love and lust over the past few years. Not always being able to decipher between the two and always ending up worse for the wear. What makes a man put himself through such pain?




Every relationship is built on trust in my opinion...I struggle with trusting people, I in turn, seem to struggle with deep, meaningful relationships due to the fact the I can't get past the trust issues that seem to follow me around. I do believe they stem from the fact that i believe everyone to be as full of..err un-trusting as me. Wow, not a very flattering picture of myself.....ignore that last part.





If I tell you that a pan is hot and you touch that pan anyway....should I feel bad?



My nephew Mason is 4 years old and awesome. I saw him this past weekend and he had two different friends over to play that were also 4, and I believe older then him. He was no less then 4 inches taller and probably out weighed them by 100 pounds!!! okay 10-12lbs. How sweet is that for my non-athletic, phone trading, chair sleeping, wonderful beard growing, full head of hair having brother? He is doing a very good job of teaching him how to catch a football!!!! Great job Bro!

When and if I do have kids would it be okay for me to name my first son after a bible figure? I am really leaning towards Simon Peter....Prickett!

Do you ever really outgrow tag, capture the flag, or even red rover or do we just get lazy? Im leaning a little to the lazy side.

Funny story...

When I was 18 my sister Michele had a friend of hers named Karin. Now Karen had a 3-4year old girl whose name escapes me. Both Michele and Karen were single moms doing the best they knew how and my little bro and I had moved out and Karen and the nameless girl moved in. Well along the way this girl was asked if she knew who I was. Her response, though it was only one moment in time, would last what is now going on 17 years. She simply said Gerald. Gerald? Not Joel or Joe but Gerald. My bro, as he has become the king of, turned that into one of many nicknames. Gerald Clay Slickett!

My sister Sheila's favorite hobby through my 20's and Kevin's existence has been to "Pray and pray" for us both. God bless her for that because only the Big Guy upstairs knows how much we needed it. Though she has now defiled herself with the skin art of Satan, (that's Kevin's opinion) I love her and could never thank her enough!

Till next post God Bless,

Gerald Clay Slickett, Dickcheezee, Joel