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Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, you rotten dirty, perverted scoundrels…Yeah..I missed you too. ;-)


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Been busy as of late. Haven’t really had a ton of time for much…work, eat, sleep, repeat. What little free time that I’ve had has been spent with my kids, so dating hasn’t really been even on my radar.

So, Back in May, my oldest finally decided to join the DarkSide…Catching an inbound freshman was easier in some ways than I expected…harder in others.

I thought I’d share a conversation I had with his blessed little heart.

Spectre: I have to remember to pick up a ticket to the Homecoming Dance on Saturday.
Ghost: You going ‘stag’?
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Free Prodigy Vocabulary lesson:
‘Going Stag’:
stag   /stæg/ Spelled [stag]
IPA ,noun, verb, stagged, stag·ging, adjective, adverb
noun
1. an adult male deer.
2. the male of various other animals.
3. a man who attends a social gathering unaccompanied by a woman.
4. Informal . stag party.
5. a swine or bull castrated after maturation of the sex organs.
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DarkSide Unsolicited Comment:
“Dictionary.com…hookers. It’ll make you less f*cking retarded!”
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Spectre: Uhm…I’m going with two girls and meeting a couple more there…so, I guess that I’m going…’Pimp’?

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Ghost: (Laughing) Good one…I like that. So, when did you decide to go?
Spectre: Awhile ago…I told you.
Ghost: No, you didn’t. Wanna know why?
Spectre: I know I told you. Why do you think I didn’t tell you?
Ghost: Correction. I don’t THINK you didn’t tell me…I KNOW you f*cking didn’t tell me…and THIS is why:
1) I started busting your ass about this like 8 weeks ago. If you had asked a girl, you have to make dinner reservations, get flowers, and arrange transportation… since your monkey ass can’t drive.

(Gonna have to wait to take your date like this til next year, kid!)
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2) I have to work this weekend. So I would have to alter my sleep schedule since I’m on thirds.
3) I only forget stupid crap…like married women’s first names, keys in the ignition of cars, and any promise made to get people to leave me alone while I sleep.
Spectre: (Indignant and a ‘tad’ sarcastic) I’m sorry. Well, I guess next time, I’ll shout my plans from the mountaintops…
Ghost: Don’t take that tone with me. I’ll kick your ass. I’ve put in quite a few hours at the shop this week where they’re talking layoffs, I’ve been sleeping like sh*t, and the muscles in my right calf haven’t stopped spasming in 13 days. If you had told my dumb ass, the first question out of my mouth would have been, “What are you wearing?” Have you got dress shoes? A shirt and tie? A belt? Motherf*cking dress pants? Who’s ironing that sh*t?
Spectre: Oh….Yeah…I don’t have anything to wear.


(She might be able to pull this look off, but YOU, my son…cannot.)

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Ghost: It’s Thursday, Jabroni. I have to go to work tonight. Can’t get you clothes tonight. You have a football game Friday, and I’m working til 7am Saturday. Then, you have practice from 8-11am. I’m going to have to stay awake, and help you go get this stuff and get that mop on your head addressed.
Spectre: (Interrupting) Well, compared to all the guys on the team, this is really short…
Ghost: Well, they aren’t my kids, and if their parents don’t care if their kids look like crap and are having sex with anything that moves, that’s their business…You planning on shaving sometime this month by the way?
Spectre: Yesssssssss. Damn, dad.
Ghost: I’ll stop busting your ass, when I believe you’re going to be able to take care of yourself when I’m dead.


(Is that a Ghost Stripper?….Nah, Ghost is done dating those…even in the afterlife…)
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Long story short, We saw my very un-gay hairdressing pal named Timmay and visited Ms. Voodoo’s consignment spot…got this kid some threads, a belt and shoes, and sent his little monkey ass off to the dance…where he seemed to have a good time.

I gotta say this…the little bastard cleans up pretty well.  I was actually sort of impressed when he got all dudded up. 

Sh*t.  There may be hope for this kid yet.

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

There seems to be some confusion about some details of the Ghost’s life…..so, I figured that I’d set out to clear my good name…..Bahahahahahahaha!!!!  Alright, alright….just to clarify what shenanigans I’m willing to claim….and present an admittedly one-sided and completely biased picture of myself….as fairly and unadulterated as possible….ok….I’m pretty sure that I’m pretty thoroughly adulterated, so scratch that last part….

Anyway, I’m a Browns fan…who drinks tea or hot chocolate at Starbucks when his friends want to go…

While I’m at it, I also am a Redbird fan…

a Washington Capitals Hockey fan…


And ever since that Goofy Charles Barkley got traded from the Sixers, I’ve been a Phoenix Suns fan…

I f*cking love Star Wars…

Starkiller, Vader’s Secret Apprentice               Boba F*cking Fett                                     Mara Jade Skywalker

And not just the new movie kind of fan…The first movie I can remember seeing in the theatre was Episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back.  I’ve always been the Han Solo/Rogue/Charming/Ornery type of character, but watching Darth Vader catch those blaster bolts with his palm….this five year old was thinking, ‘Holy Sh*t!!!’ 

I love the Star Wars backstory, the future stories….My favorites include: Starkiller… Darth Vader’s secret apprentice who is responsible for kickstarting the Rebellion, Mara Jade Skywalker…The former secret assassin of The Emperor (a.k.a. The Emperor’s Hand) and wife of Luke Skywalker…(Bet most of y’all had no idea that Luke got married to a lanky redhead, did ya?)….and of course…”The Man” Boba Fett…if I have to introduce him, you are truly hopeless.

The PS2 game Star Wars:Bounty Hunter with the story of how Jango Fett got picked to be the clone for all of the Storm Troopers, and how he came to be in possession of that badass ship, Slave 1.

(Slave 1 gives the ‘Falcon a run for it’s money as most famous ship with a name in all of NerdDom.)

So yeah…growing up…this Ghost was a nerd, bookworm, mama’s boy, RPG playing, video game loving geek.

I woke up one morning about age 13, and bam, was coordinated.  So, this nerd literally went to bed and woke up a jock.  Until this past year, I played semi-pro football.


(I’m on the right….threw off two blockers to get my hands on that guy…slippery one he was…)


(Been known to hunt drunk zombies with nerf guns…they look worried…)


(Been known to kick it with the local roller derby chicks….and “meditate” on St. Pat’s!)


(Yep…this pretty much sums up my political leanings.)


(Overlooking the incorrect apostrophe usage, this about sums up my feelings about my little princess.)

Ghost is a dad.  It really is one of the few pure things in my life.  Love those four…aka The Little Demons of Chaos…even though Spectre turns 15 this fall, and is nearly 6 foot tall…..)


I love my Jeeps, and driving through crap like this.  Love the snow, and even though I haven’t been in a long time….I love to snowboard.  It is liberating.  Love it.  Gliding down the mountain. 

Common Ghost Myths:
1) Ghost is a player.
I have been married twice.  I was with the Dingbat for 7 years, and SheWhoMustNotBeNamed for almost 9.  Since age 16, I’ve been single for about 4 years.  Throw in 4 relationships of 3-6 months in there, and this guy has only been on the free market for about 2.5 years.  Ghost can also name First and Last names for every lass with which he’s shared a bed.  NOT a player.

2) Ghost is arrogant.
Ghost is self-reliant.  He’d rather screw something up and suffer the wrath than ask for assistance and get told no, or have someone promise to help and then bail.  He also projects a higher then actual confidence level, also to keep people at a distance.  He wants no help, because it’s just another way to let him down and hurt him.  So, while you’re thinking he’s a cocky ass….he’s actually just been hurt a lot and tends to keep his distance.

3) Ghost is a know-it-all.
Ghost knows a lot of sh*t.  Almost stupid smart about some things.  He learns languages like most people learn their cable channels.  It’s a gift/curse, and most of his friends…even some of his enemies try to use it to their advantage.  So, this one might be true to a point, Ghost isn’t thinking that he’s better than you though…and if he corrects you, it’s because he doesn’t want you sounding like a dumbass.  Ghost also acknowledges when he’s wrong.  If you think he’s misinformed, prove it….don’t just pout and piss and moan behind his back.

4) Ghost is a carefree, party machine.
First, if you’ve seen the St. Pat’s pics….looks can be deceiving.  When it’s time to unwind…Ghost gets loose.  But, the rest of the time, his brain never stops working on problems or solutions for his/family’s/friend’s issues.

Important Ghost details:
Ghost gives 900 chances…just like the Spectre.
Ghost loves big….just like the Jedi Starfighter Pilot.
Ghost looks out for everyone he loves….just like the Princess.
Ghost will kick your f*cking ass if you hurt his loved ones….just like the Demon Sh*t From Hell.

Where do you think they got that sh*t from?

*I hate saying no.
*I always try to help.
*Even if you pretend like I don’t exist, I still worry and care about you.
*I have a really hard time telling a woman no, who is coming on strong….especially if she’s a ginger…
*I feel like a dirty slut if I sleep with someone who I’m not involved with emotionally.
*I encourage my kids to aggressively combat bullying…literally.
(Show up at my door to b*tch at me about my kid whipping your kid’s ass…you’ve been warned.)
*I believe and work at following the teachings of Jesus Christ….I’m working on it.
*I have tattoos with deep personal/spiritual meaning.
*I randomly holler out the words ‘Whore’ and ‘Hookers’…makes the nearly 15 year old snicker.
*I invented a song called ‘Hookers and Beer’.
*I invented the saying:
“You’re a kid.  Your job is to Eat, Sleep, Grow and Have Fun.  Quit worrying about anything else.”
*I also invented this saying:
“If I get a call from the school, the cops or some girl’s parents because your grades are slipping, you’ve gotten arrested or someone is pregnant, I’m putting on my work boots, stomping through the nastiest sh*t that I can find, and putting them so far up your ass that you’ll be able to taste what’s on the bottom? Any questions?”
*I shave my head because I’m going bald, and look better this way…plus it’s seriously much cooler!
*I play Dungeons & Dragons and listen to heavy metal, and do NOT worship Satan.
*I like both of my Father Outlaws…(when you’re married their In-laws, so divorced…you get the picture…)
*I make lifelong friends everyday….made one about a year ago named Subzero…like I’ve known him my whole life.
*I’m funny.  I’m smart.  I’m loyal.  Not bad looking either. ;-)  
(The dimple, the crooked grin and the eyes usually get the job done.)

I’m not really afraid of much.  I HATE bugs.  Like an OCD thing…if I see them…I kill them.  Zero tolerance for spiders on my ceiling.

Recently, an old ailment has been troubling me.  In 2004, it was chalked up to stress.

Looking back, I can see it at work over the last year or so.

And now…I’m f*cking scared….of some letters:
MG and ALS.

They have similar symptoms….one is manageable…the other puts you in the grave….after taking your ability to move, talk, eat…but leaving you with your entire mental faculties…so you watch slowly as the door gets shut on your prison cell…then you die.

Daily, I experience muscle spasms in various parts of my body.  Typing this has been a real b*tch. My hands keep trying to curl up towards my palms.  I routinely sleep 8-10 hours straight….like the dead. Never hear a thing.  Wake up to several missed calls. I am utterly exhausted.  I’ll eat a bowl of cereal and go back to bed. Get up about an hour before work….shower and head in.  Come home, crash, start the cycle over.

This past winter I watched as my ability to lift weights eroded.  Eventually struggling to put up 135 lbs on the bench press.  Something I once did about 100 times in a row.  I do this modified routine with 15 lb dumbells that takes about 20 mins…and then I sleep for about 4 hours to recover.  I’m 6’1 and 220 lbs.  I wear 34 inch waisted jeans with 36 inch inseams.  I’m a little fluffy about the midsection, but I was in great shape….and now, I get winded going up a flight of stairs. My chest and biceps are slowly shrinking/thinning.  Last summer pitching slow-pitch softball for the local roller derby girls, I tore my left calf muscle rounding first base…I was digging in to get a triple, but ended up hopping and stumbling into second base…this was like the second inning.  Finished pitching the game.  Drank about 6 beers and got a vicodin from one of those lovely ladies and pitched the second game of a double header.  Never missed a day of work. 
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(Sexy pics of the torn calf muscle and the resulting bruises.)

About 18 months ago, I worked a solid week at work with a 103 temp, double pneumonia so bad that I was coughing up blood that looked like red Kool-aid, and my lung function was so poor that when I’d drink the Robitussin to stop coughing, that I’d get drunk.  Seriously….it was bad.  Never missed a shift and worked about 10 hours over that week.

This guy isn’t a wimp and usually downplays the hurt and injuries.

The heat sucks the life out of me.  But the cold invigorates me.  We had a dip about a week ago where temps fell back into the 50′s and I had more juice in the tank.  Now…it’s all I can do to make it through the 2 hour spans at work between breaks.

I have some doctor’s appointments set up…but I’m truly f*cking scared.  One will give me grief for a long time…kind of like a nagging wife that slowly sucks the life out of you….the other, puts you in the dirt in about 3-5 years on average.  Which b*tch did I get?

So who the f*ck is Ghost? 

Someone who gets up and pushes through sh*t.  A guy who refuses to f*cking quit or give up.  A man who will fight til his last step, thought, breath.

That’s who the f*ck I am.

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Those who love me…know me.  Those who know me…know that I ain’t right.  Those that know I ain’t right…Ain’t right themselves.  And THOSE Aladeens, are my favorite Aladeens!

Those who hate me…don’t know me.  Those who don’t know me…probably are judging this book by it’s beat up, ragged, dusty cover.  Those who judge people…can f*ck the hell off!

(Hate on f*ckers!  I know at least half of you can’t read anyway!)

Last night I hit a milestone…and in honor of that, we’re gonna review this blog’s history.  So to DarkSide, The White Knight, Prodigy, Pathos and Everto, the Spectre and The Beast, the LDoC, Subzero, Dirk, Vlad, Mr. and Mrs. Leathernutz, Curveball, Homeland Security and Tequila Rose, Ms. Voodoo and Ponytail, Ms. F.O.B., ThatEffingGirl and 1Nightstand, Bacon Bits, Va-J-J, the Prophet, The Anorexic Porn Star, Skipper, Batman, Hello Kitty, Capital City Girl, Snow Bunny, Car Bomb Virgin, ######## (yeah, you’re still blocked here!), Adam and Eve, SheWhoMustNotBeNamed, The Dingbat, Chainsaw,  and any other characters who’ve slipped my mind…Thanks and I love you….and in some cases…F*ck off!

(All nice guys will eventually hit their limit of bullsh*t!)
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In honor of my 10,000 blog view…I thought that I’d share some Ghost stats with you.

First up….How did you find the Ghost? Top ten reasons on the board:

All Time

Search Views
very short bedtime stories 19
very short bedtime story 8
ghost meme 7
god hates metal music 6
really short bedtime stories 6
god hates heavy metal 5
really short bedtime story 5
blowjobs 5
theghostlife 4
ex girlfriend memes 4
 
Apparently “God hates heavy metal music” and that damn “Short Bedtime Story” posts got some love!  In case you missed those, here they are:
 
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Where do my viewers come from?
 
United States 3,703     Canada 154     United Kingdom 94     Australia 80
New Zealand 23     India 17     Germany 14     Philippines 12     Malaysia 10
Saudi Arabia 8     Russian Federation 5     Iceland 5     Mexico 4
Republic of Korea 4     Italy 4     Argentina 4     Venezuela 4     Belgium 4
Netherlands 4     Singapore 3     United Arab Emirates 3     Ireland 3
Hungary 3     Costa Rica 2     South Africa 2      Indonesia 2
Trinidad and Tobago 2     Spain 2     Egypt 2     Brazil 2     Romania 2
Dominica 1     Kenya 1     Senegal 1     Lebanon 1     Poland 1     Hong Kong 1
Norway 1     Paraguay 1     Pakistan 1     Austria 1     Denmark 1     Macedonia 1
France 1
 
Australia, you know I love ya!  (I fear that y’all will start slipping since Snow Bunny and her brood have returned Stateside.)
 
The US was sort of a given with Cantanadia coming in second…much love to y’all.
 
China, seriously, 9 Billion people and Dominica is kicking your ass? Let’s get with it!
 
Macedonia? Mac-eh-f*ckin-donia?  For real?  No shit?  That’s a real place? Ghostfans getting a geography lesson here today!
 
 Okay, seriously Ireland?  WTF?  Trinidad and Tobago logged on with 2 views….what in the blue hell is your excuse for lagging behind Saudi Arabia and Iceland?
 
France.  WTF? I spent 8 years learning your damn language and no amour pour cet Americain?  Casse-toi!
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All time top posts…A.K.A. (Stuff you told your friends, “You gotta read this crazy sh*t!”)
 
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Ghost’s top 5 picks:
 
 
(Note: if you hover your cursor over the numbers above it might just give you a preview of what it’s going to jump to.)
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Well, my friends…c’est tous.  Gonna wrap it up.
 
 
 
Hope you enjoy some of those old links….hopefully I can come up with some interesting new crap to blog about.  Thanks again for reading.
 
Oh yeah…almost forgot…DarkSide says, “Suck it, Hookers!!!”
 
 
Ghost out… and MG still sucks!
 

Special Saturday morning content for you die hards…

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Spectre: Hey dad, Black Widow kicks some serious ass in Iron Man 2.

Ghost: Yeah…

Spectre: You’re right….she does pull off red hair really well…

Ghost: You think I need your confirmation on that? By the way…welcome to the family curse.

Spectre: What?

Ghost: Redheads will be your kryptonite.

Spectre: Really? Damn. What would happen if a redhead ever got into the family?

Ghost: You would be born. Why do you think your mom dyes her hair? Gingervitits.

Spectre: So I should call ‘Bullsh*t’ the next time she says, “I’m just getting hi-lights.”?

Ghost: Yep.

Spectre: Do Gingers get a new freckle for every soul they steal?

Ghost: You ain’t right, kid….you must be mine.

Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, we’ve got a week in the books since the Spectre’s surprise one-way ticket to Ghost’s doorstep.  Lots of video games and talking been done, and here are some gems to come my way via the unique perspective of my soon to be 15-year old:

Spectre: Hey, dad?  You ever hear many blonde jokes?
Ghost:  Please…I dated your mom…I’m pretty sure that SHE’S the reason that blonde jokes exist!
Spectre: Yeah…okay…I could see that.

Spectre: I used to be an adventurer like you…til I took an arrow to the knee.
(Any Skyrim nerds out there?)

Spectre: And for you American viewers out there….stuff happened in other countries that wasn’t “totally awesome” and didn’t involve explosions.

Subzero: How’s your boy doing?
Ghost: Oh, he’s mine alright…I get off work and walk in the door, he’s passed out on the couch, glasses on, PS3 on pause, clutching the controller….almost wouldn’t let go of it.
Subzero: Teaching that boy right, I see.  Haha.

Ghost’s mom: Oh, yes. We went to church, and one of the girls down the street asked me who that was who was with me.
Ghost (Looking at Spectre): NO!  Don’t even try to date that girl down the street…or either of her two sisters!  I grew up with their dad, and I’m just telling you right now, he’s my friend…I don’t want to run into him and have to avoid the, “So, your son’s banging my daugher…” awkward conversation.

(I guess my son is dating your daughter…but if you don’t lower that umbrella, I’m gonna have to kick your ass!)

Ghost(Playing Modern Warfare 3): Sit your ass down.  Oops, just shot your boy in his damn head…and another one….and another one…are you guys retarded?  Seriously…you run down that path..get shot in the head, and think, “Oh, I’m gonna get him!  I’ll just run back down that path and…dink…headshot….Oh, I’m really gonna get him now!!!!  I’ll just run back down that path, and…dink…headshot…”
Spectre: Did he tell you you could get back up?
Ghost: That’s right, little man!
Spectre: Aladeen, muthaf*cka!!!
(If you haven’t seen ‘The Dictator”, you won’t get it.)

Spectre(Laying on the couch): Man!  It’s only 9 am….
Ghost:  Be quiet…I normally sleep til 11 or 12…play video games or something…
Spectre: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…….

Spectre: Dad, the dog keeps trying to hump me.
Ghost: Punch him in the face.
Spectre: I can’t do that.
Ghost: Then he’s gonna keep trying it.
(Guido tries to hump Spectre’s leg again.)
Spectre: (Paff…he cuffs Guido across the snout) Get off me, dammit!
Ghost: See. Your dad knows things….now just remember that for when all the girls are wanting sex…I’m not trying to be a grandpa in the next 10 years.
Spectre: I know…I know…boot in my ass if I get someone pregnant.
Ghost: The muthaf*ckin’ U.N. is gonna be up in here talking about human rights violations, son!  Evil Dictators are gonna be calling me for tutorial lessons in torture.

(Yeah…kinda like that..but Guido is blonde, and weighs about 70 lbs and looks like Chewbacca!)

(Better set those blasters to stun!)

Well, Thursday is here and about gone.  Got a pretty cool guest blog lined up for tomorrow….meaning I stole that sh*t!!!!  AND YOU KNOW THIS, MANNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, have a good one…stay safe….

Ghost out…

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My ex-beau says I'm crazy. But with all due respect, I'm not the one who dated me.  Fine.  Whatever.  You call it crazy, I call it channeling my creative side with a dash of being emotionally challenged.   So what, I'm not the first girl who had a guy walk away from dating her thinking he hit the bottom level of her craziness, only to discover there was an underground garage of crazy below. 

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Howdy Ghost fans... No blogs all week as Ghost deals with the unexpected of the Spectre on his doorstep...you can bet there will be some new material soon, but all of a sudden getting a near 15 year old tossed at you every day has caused some unrest for the Ghost man. Anyway, Guest blogger Friday gives you Kat SnarkySnatch. She's crazy, but we love her. Her spin on women and their dating bullsh*t. Enjoy, and have a great Memorial Day weekend...if you aren't in the States...thanks for reading me, and I'll get the keyboard out and abuse it again real soon. Ghost out...

Howdy, Ghostfans….

It was a long day at work…

Two beers…sore back muscles, and a 5am wake up call are not doing anything to settle the brain down, so it’s time to vent some verbiage.

If you follow me, you know that I’m a dad.  It’s probably the greatest thing that ever happened to me….four times. ;-)

It also scares the living sh*t out of me from time to time.

This whole “being a grown-up” thing never came with a rule book or user’s guide…I just f*cking wing it most of the time, based on my best educated guess….and pray a WHOLE LOT!!!

The thing I’ve come to understand is this:
I’m never going to feel like the “adult”.

The best I’m going to hope for is to use this child’s spirit and enjoy it, but fake being a grown-up as best as I can when it’s required…

Let’s face it….I’m a 35 year old guy who has 5 imaginary friends that live in his head….yeah, I’m probably the closest embodiment of the Toys ‘R Us theme song that has ever lived….I’m pretty sure my kids love me so much because we’re all about the same emotional/mental age….I’m actually kind of worried they’ll outgrow me.

 

C’est la vie.  Je suis l’homme que je suis.

(Suck it, hookers! Prodigy is busting out that french stuff on your asses!!!)

Be yourself…it’s what people pay admission for…

Anyway…I’m going to see some more doctors…I’ve started throwing some new symptoms…the muscle spasms have spread and are affecting just about every part of my body.

It was kind of funny when it was my thumbs and my right eyelid…but the left triceps and hamstring…the right calf…those started being less humorous.

Kind of worried this thing might be progressing…or worse, be something else….so, back to the drawing board.

Thanks for reading me…Your feedback and questions are always welcome.

I’m on Facespace at: http://www.Facebook.com/theGhostLife
Email at Irish.Ghost28@gmail.com
Twitzone is @TheGhostLife.

Starting an eligible bachelorette profile series. If you’re thinking you’re hot stuff, holler at me. 

We might just feature you in an upcoming blog. Mwuhuhahahaha!!!

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghost fans…

Well, it’s official…I must be old…

I saw this picture and thought….F*ck!!!!  Better call my kid and give him the sex talk again.

Check this out:

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Yeah…Unless this was photoshopped…judging by the look on #19′s face….it looks like he DOES remember them.

Which brings me to my topic for today’s blog:

Raising your boys in the new millenneum.

It’s scary being a parent today….and if you’re not scared….you’re dumb.

I won’t even get into the sh*t running through my head about my daughter when I read this article:

http://jezebel.com/5861906/kmart-sells-i–rich-boys-thong-for-little-girls

Yeah…thanks corporate America for designing a thong for grade school girls…complete with retarded female supressing themes like: I <3 Rich Boys and Call Me.

“Snagging a paycheck” and advertising your digits on your panties are both things I do NOT want my daughter thinking is cool and/or correct…but this is for another day. 

Similarly…if my daughter ever shows up in public with a sign that says she went down on a boy in school….she and I are going to have words….right after she gets done EATING that damn sign.

Today we’re focusing on the little boys out there.

I’ve hit on this in previous blogs about dating. The reason there are so few “REAL” men out there, is because parents are frankly…doing a really f*cking worthless job at raising them.  From the father who is absent, to the mother who ignores all of the rotten crap her son does, to the father who is demonized by the custodial mother to the point where the kid believes that half of his genetic make-up is defective, to the father who treats his girlfiends and the mother of his children like crap openly, to the rest of you retards out there with male offspring….all of this crap does NOT prepare your child to be the man he needs to be.

Top 12 Things to do to raise a man…

12) Teach them right from wrong

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ghost….how hard is this?  How can the parents really be screwing this up?)

Simple.

This guy:

Yeah…you know you’ve said it….”If the economy is good, I don’t care HOW MANY BLOWJOBS that the President is getting.”

Wrong.  This guy set the ‘president’ for the sliding moral scale.

(For my tardlings, the correct word I should have used there was ‘precedent’.  It means:

prec·e·dent

  /n. ˈprɛsɪdənt; adj. prɪˈsidnt, ˈprɛsɪdənt/ Show Spelled[n. pres-i-duhnt; adj. pri-seed-nt, pres-i-duhnt]

noun

1.  Law . a legal decision or form of proceeding serving as an authoritative rule or pattern in future similar or analogous cases.
2. any act, decision, or case that serves as a guide or justification for subsequent situations.)
 
Focusing on definition number 2, ‘Any act that serves as a guide or justification for subsequent situations.
 
Let’s examine this…is it REALLY that bad to get a hummer from another woman while you’re married?
 
(Better be prepared to explain…0r you might end up missing a very important part of your ‘manhood’.)
 
It’s always bad to lie, cheat or steal…period.
 
(But Ghost….what if you’re trying to keep from hurting someone’s feelings? White lies aren’t bad.)
 
Shut your ignorant little tardling trap!
 
White lies lead to blowjobs.  White lies lead to cheating on a test just this once because I was really busy and forgot about that test.  White lies lead to nothing but trouble.
 
Ladies, you put this whole “white lie” into the playbook.  So quit your bitching.  You teach these little boys via their fathers or your boyfriends to lie about how your outfit looks.  Once you start down the path of deceit, it goes downhill fast.
 
For example….when the Spectre was very little, his mom remarried.  Ghost was engaged to She Who Must Not Be Named, and the Dingbat decided to tell this very intelligent little boy that since she was marrying the Toad, that the Toad would be Spectre’s NEW daddy.
 
Sh*tty thing to do, right?  Well, in little boys minds, this is what happens:
 
Little boys seek out rules.  We’re taught rules from a very young age.  Show up here at a certain time, bring the right gear/books/etc… Then do something.  We are always looking at things and trying to figure out where we fit.  School is very good at teaching us to be ‘Rule followers’.  Makes for good factory workers or soldiers….but that’s a bitch for another blog.
 
Anyway, we’ll take a new rule, and test it out in other areas to see if it’s good for other things.
 
This four year old looked at me and said this:
Since Mommy said that the Toad is gonna be my new daddy because he’s marrying her, won’t She Who Must Not Be Named be my new MOMMY  when you guys get married?
 
BOOM!!!
 
Yeah, when I relayed that information to his mother, there was a small nuclear explosion.
 
So, what did you learn?  Still don’t know….okay, back to the blowjobs.  Sigh…y’all are really dense.
 
Bill Clinton’s defense was that a blowjob wasn’t sex, so he wasn’t cheating.  Furthermore, Presidents had been fooling around since the dawn of our nation.  His job is stressful, you know, running the country, and from time to time….he just needs to let off some semen…err, I mean steam.
 
(Nope, had it right the first time…Steam doesn’t stain like that.)
 
How far of a leap is from:
 ”The President’s job is very stressful so this is okay”
to
“I’m the manager of this company and it’s really stressful to be responsible for the guys who work for me who count on me to be able to provide for their families…a hummer from the secretary…or that chick at the bar every once in awhile isn’t that bad.”
to
“I work hard 6 days a week to provide for my family, it’s stressful, and it isn’t really that bad if I hook up with that gal I work with.”
 
You’ve got to have Right, and you’ve got to have Wrong.
Stealing to feed a starving family is still wrong…but it’s easier to forgive.
Teach your boys what’s right and wrong….or the Jersey Shore will teach them that if you GTL, girls are supposed to just want to hook-up…and then you get a new one the next time you go out.
 
Does THAT sound like a REAL man?
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11)Teach them manners
Yeah….I know…this crap is cute…
 
(But this isn’t…)
 
Ladies, if you want men who know how to act in public….you’ve got to raise boys who do.
 
Men, if you want your boys to ever get the f*ck out of your house…set an example in public…use your damn napkin and don’t call the waitress ‘Sweetie’, ‘Hun’ or ‘Babe’.
 
If you don’t teach your sons to evolve past cave men and  the proper use of utensils at the dinner table, to politely use please and thank you, and what is appropriate at home vs. public, you have no right to complain when they never leave your basement because no woman in her right mind would have them. ********************************************************************
 
 10)Teach them to say no
 
(But Ghost…my kid already talks back so much…how can this be a good idea?)
 
Well my fantastical little parentard….I’ll address the backtalk issue in another post.  Focus on the issue at hand though.
 
The most powerful thing you can ever do for your kid…is to teach him to think for himself.  Rather than just accept whatever bullsh*t life hands him, he’ll be prepared to deal with it, and plot to overthrow it if the situation demands.
 
This all begins with the seed of defiance…uttering the one phrase guaranteed to make a college boy whine, a politician pack his sh*t and get out of his office, and every small girl throw a damn tantrum….NO!
 
(Ghost….still not seeing how this is a good thing…just saying.)
 
Well, Tartlet NoCommonSense-son…best I could do to insult them and inject my future wife’s name…piss off….anyway…
 
When your son is empowered with the Negatron Bomb, this is the kind of sh*t he won’t have to put up with in his life:
Hands off my stuff…
 
F*ck off, you bully!!!
 
Go away you crazy, drama queen, slut!  No, I do not want to make out with you!!!
 
(Billy Madison quotes anyone?  Everyone my age pees their pants…It’s the COOLEST!!!)
 
If you want your boy to succeed in the workplace, the dating pool, and in general…he has to be able to stand up for himself and not allow himself to be taken advantage of.
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 9)Teach them to protect smaller and weaker things
(Muthaf*cka said what?  Let’s go see if he’ll say that to MY face?)
 
F*cking seriously…Why am I explaining this one.  It’s common sense, and if I have to explain it….there’s no damn hope for you as a parent.  Drop your kids off with YOUR parents, tell them Ghost said, “You f*cked up so horribly raising me that you need to raise this grandkid right, because you were obviously sleeping through being a parent.”
 
A “Real” man has to be able to help, assist, serve…raise his own midgets.  If he isn’t protective of his little brothers or sisters, the odds that he’ll be good with kids….not good.
 
My little brother and I used to fight a lot.  The little bastard would rat me out, so I’d whip his ass.  My mom would force me to take him with me, and he’d do it again…so I’d whip his ass…or ditch him.
 
But, this one time we were screwing around at a picnic at the park, and I must have been 11 or 12.  We were all playing this king of the hill/wrestling/smear the queer nonsense (Gasp..yeah, that’s what we used to call it…I think it originally meant the ODD kid, but anyway back to the story)….well the kid in the middle was wearing baseball cleats.  He shook my brother off and stomped on his face.  I f*cking snapped.
 
I remember yelling something (You motherf*cker…you son of a b*tch…someting like that…)
 
Then, nothing…just a blur.  Next thing I remember, is getting drug backwards, kicking, cussing, still screaming, by TWO grown men and my best friend. Apparently the kid turtled when I charged him, but it didn’t stop me from waylaying his ass.
 
That’s the kind of reaction that runs into burning buildings, dashes into traffic or steps in front of a knife or gun.  “Real” man stuff, there.
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8)Make them earn their keep
 
(Relax…I’m not talking about putting kids in factories…I mean, iPhones and Nikes aren’t made with child labor…how on Earth could you even begin to think that?….a topic for another time…)
 
Every “Real” man has to earn his keep.  He must work.  He must be able to support himself, a potential spouse and any midgets they should spawn.  So, if this is the standard, better teach that little man to contribute to the household.  Whether it’s taking out the trash, mowing the grass, doing dishes, walking the dog, etc…  Every child about age 4 or 5 should start contributing.  Start small…like them.
 
Before you know it, they’ll be changing your oil, cleaning your gutters, putting on little tuxes and serving champagne and caviar at your dinner parties…
(Okay, more like fetching you another beer from the fridge and fixing you a plate of ‘seconds’…trailer trash motherf….)
(Good boy!  Dogs are SO much cheaper than kids.)
 
Anyway…a healthy male, will draw some self-worth from his ability to contribute.  The earlier you start it….the less likely you’ll be supporting your grandkids who live in your basement.
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7  )Teach them how to get back up after a fall
(Great news, folks!  His brain is safe…but his face got real jacked up by that curb.)
 
From falling off a bike, to losing a job, to getting their hearts broken…Real men need to know how to get back up off the dirt and keep kicking ass.
 
Y’all are wanting those White Knight/Cowboy/Superhero guys who can swoop in and save the day right?
 
(Of course, only if you asked them too, and it certainly wouldn’t be because you couldn’t do it for yourself, or that you needed a man to do it….it would be to test his love for you after all because everyone knows that women don’t need men……Bahahahahahaha, barely could type all of that sh*t…Ghost doesn’t do PC, and he isn’t gonna start now.)
 
For a mightily empowered fleet of Vagina Warriors…y’all certainly b*tch a WHOLE DAMN LOT about wanting/needing to find a “good man”.
 
To quote my pal, Kat SnarkySnatch…
F*ck me if I’m wrong, but if you don’t need/want a man….you wouldn’t be b*tching about it so much.
(She’s rude…at times shocking…but she’s always herself…
 
What do the Knight/Cowboy/Superhero all have in common?
They’ll all risk their life to save you.
 
If a boy never learns to get back up when he gets his ass kicked…he’ll look for a skirt to hide behind as a man when sh*t gets dicey.  Not “Real” man character there.
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Well, there’s your first half…
 
Tomorrow is usually Guest Blogger Fridays….will Ghost make you wait for part two?  Guess you’ll have to tune in to find out…
 
Parents, take score…how are you doing?  It’s never too late….However, the later you start, the harder you’ll fight to get this stuff beat into your boy’s head and heart.
 
Til next time…
 
Ghost out…

What up, Ghostfans?

Hope y’all had a nice Mother’s Day weekend. 

Not really.  I could care less how it went.

Ok, so in general, I hope that it was enjoyable.  But, I’m not losing any sleep if it wasn’t.

(Ghost, aren’t you being kind of a dick?)

Yes.  You might ask why, and this would be my reply:

Because now we are on the countdown to Father’s Day.

(Why would that piss you off?)

Do me a favor and scroll back through your newsfeed over on Facespace.  Count the number of times someone talked sh*t about a lousy mom.  Go ahead, I’ll wait.

Cue the Jeopardy think song…

Ok, exactly.  That number was probably zero.

However, when Father’s Day rolls around, the posts will look MUCH different!!!  I guarantee it.

Every disgruntled “Single Mom” will be talking about how since she’s both mother AND father, that she’s claiming this day too.  Or they’ll openly state, “Michael Thompson is a worthless deadbeat dad, a loser and piece of sh*t spermdonor.”  (I don’t know you Michael Thompson, so I’ll add allegedly to that statement.

You dishonor every man when you do this.  Every good man, every man who tries his best, and every guy who sacrifices as much as possible to be there for his kids is insulted when you take this approach.  That day is for celebrating fathers….period.  Not to air your dirty laundry and take shots at your “baby daddy”. 

So, in June, when Father’s Day weekend rolls around keep your drama and insults to yourself.  No one cares, and hate makes you ugly.  (See Ghost blog: Hate not, it makes your ugly face…even uglier  )

Shout out to all the great moms out there….the MILFS and even a couple GILFS I know.

Here’s a copy of the text I sent the Demons’ mom:
She Who Must Not Be Named,
Thank you for hatching the Demons.
-Ghost

Ghost out…

What’s up, Ghost fans?

DJ Ghost here for WGST radio….broadcasing from the middle of the good old U. S. of A.

Been awhile, and I’ve been slacking on my posts….if you haven’t heard, I’ve been fighting this auto-immune disorder/neurological condition called Myasthenia Gravis…and it blows.

Anyway, I’m here to play music and not b*tch, so here goes:

Song number 5 today is a dedication to my LDoC…the Little Demons of Chaos. Can’t wait to take you guys to see this sequel. We had a really good time at the first movie.

Pharrell Williams, Despicable Me

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Song number two, well…I’m including this one. Sometimes in life, things happen…and you’re different afterwards. I know some people have been dealing with a lot here lately…deaths in the family, changes in jobs, moving, illnesses…this song kind of speaks to me. Maybe you’ll find it soothing as well.

Red, Never Be the Same

 

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This next song goes out to anyone who’s ever screwed up….and someone has tried to control you with that failure. No matter how big your screw up, there is redemption for us all. Never let someone use guilt to control you. You can do better, and it DOES MATTER! Never let someone tell you that you’re broken and beyond repair…because that’s bullsh*t!!!

Skillet, Forgiven

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Given the elections around the corner, I have to play this one. You know how to tell when a politician is lying?

His mouth is moving.

Get to the local DMV. Get registered. Get educated. Vote.
Mine is for Ron Paul, even if I have to write it the f*ck in!!!

Nine Inch Nails, Head Like a Hole


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That brings us to song number 1…
This dedication is to my condition…MG, like this Korn song regarding the music “industry”….my incurable, quasi-treatable friend…Y’all wanna see Ghost lay down?…F*ck that!!!


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Thanks for joining me for another edition of Ghost radio…
Ghost out…