Five things I suck at.

Hi everyone! How's it going? So, the other day I realized (after family dinner) there are some people whom straight up SUCK at things.
Point and case, Diddly sucks at cooking dinner. Which is why I cook.
My pet toad Bill sucks at eating crickets... Get this, it's 11 in the evening and for two hours we'll hear a cricket chirping. After finding the cricket who's making all the loud nose and throwing it into Bill tank. It takes two hours till Bill finally finds the fucker and eats it. That's four hours of cricket chirping!!

So, I'm not going to go into other people and what they suck at. Instead I'm going to list five things I suck at.

1. Football. The last time I played football. I got confused about which team I was on. We didn't have jerseys. The other team wasn't shirtless. We just all played the game. Anyway, this one time... The team I was playing with told me to run, catch the ball and book it to the in-zone.
I caught the ball, I ran pass a lot of people.... Made it to the in-zone. Then realized I ran the wrong direction.

2. Shaving my face. There's this thing where I'll go a couple of days without shaving. Then on Sunday I'll shave my face. I have to shave down (with grain) to get a majority of facial hair. Then I go against. Which produces a clean shave. However, right by my chin, there's like this one spot I can get a majority of the hair. But I can still feel the stubble! STUBBLE!

3. Remembering shit from the other day. Honestly, I can't remember anything that happened yesterday. Seriously, if it wasn't worth remembering. Don't ask what happened. I'd like to blame my job for this though, because I work on jets. What colour are jets? They're grey!!! We're talking about seven plus jets which are grey and have basically the same mechanical issues. How in the world am I suppose to remember one from the other? Either way.... If it wasn't important, don't ask me to recall. If it's a conversation, I'll error on the side you remember the conversation. I just legitamently don't remember. Repetitive shit, I can remember.

4. Folding laundry. No joke, I start with good intentions and then follow it up piles of cloths from the the week prior on the floor again. Normaly people hang there cloths and or, fold them and put them into the dresser. For me, about two days later I finally get fed up of the bull shit and finally fold my cloths. Otherwise, they'll be on the floor at the foot of my bed.

5. Beer Pong! It's self explanatory. I'm not one of those dudes who get better when I'm drunk. I'm the worst at aiming a ping pong ball into seven cup, in a triagle formation. Islands are the worst for me. Even after I reform the cups. I can get like one ping pong ball into a cup for ever two my opponant can put into my cups. And the option of doing trick shots just furthers the point I suck at life. I can't throw a ping pong behind my back and hope it lands in a cup. Especially when I have a hard enough time getting on it the normal way. - Side note, I can't play battle shots to save my life either. Guessing and strategy goes hand in hand with Beer Pong too.... Which is why I suck at Beer Pong.

Please comment below and tell me what you suck at. Maybe we have a few things in common.

Dinner at Home.

When I was a young coming of age man, living in my father's home we would always have family dinner. It would consist of dinner in the dining room. Dad would sit opposite of me at the head of the table. Zoe would sit to his left and her son would sit next to her in his high chair.

Eventually, with moving around the U.S. we would all sit in the living room and have amazing dinners. Watch some television and tuck in for the night. However, these family dinners were more frequent than before in my father's home.

Family dinners now consist of my two roommates and I. John (he's the oldest), he's really good at making pancakes for breakfast. I'm usually the guy who'll make the dinners. I don't mind. It allows me to make meals. Usually some kind of meat, be it beef, chicken or pork. Pork isn't my strong suit. I do try though.
Two of my best meals I've conjured since living with the guys has been Rachel Ray's 30min. meal called a Cheese Burger Casserole. The other would happen to be a pot roast. Then again, who can't pull off cooking a slow cooker. :/ Either way, usual side are a vegetable and or rice. Sometimes both. Either way, the only thing I have to work around is the amount of spice and seasoning used. Diddly doesn't like 'spicy' food.

These days for dinner, the guys and I will eat dinner in the living room and sometimes in the kitchen. The three of us will sit and either watch a movie on NetFlix. Or we'll talk about the politics of work, aspects of life and many other things. The usual bullshit guys talk about.

Why I do this...

I think introductions are best left for a travel of who I am through what this "blog" will accumulate over time. I figure people will grow there comments about me, what I talk about, and my point of view. Though, my goal here is to just talk about things I feel are relevant. In as few words as possible, here's what Savage&Smooth is all about (to me).

As an Equalits, Musician and Composer, Moderate Liberal, and Atheist. I'm a recluse to those who don't know me, but I do enjoy having fun in public. I don't watch the television as much, sure I read the news papers. I just chose to not sit endless amounts of time on the couch watching TV when I can do that with a more creative time. i.e. blogging.
I've only recently joined the military about a year and a half ago. It's a savage world of dog-eat-dog. It's a political game of making friends and knowing who to stay away from. There are also those whom seek to step over and bend guide line rules to throw potentially good people under the buss. This is a sick nature I've seen first hand. It's a sad world and "national enterprise" I've joined. But I keep my head held high on the fact I'm doing this job for myself. Not for the other person. It's ultimately my job to make sure my life is as smooth as possible.

Currently I'm a single dude, in a Virginia Beach town home with two other bachelors. My room mates are hilarious and keep me in stitches all the time. It's never a 'dull' moment at home. I hope to capture those moments here in this blog. For pets, I can't really have a cat (I love cats). Dogs are expensive and too attention oriented. So, I settled with a pet toad. His name is Bill.
Bill is a Fire Belly Toad whom lives in a 5 gallon tank. He's constantly fed 3 crickets a day. And is a very special little guy. I guess he was born, or developed from tad pole with a missing hand. Which is pretty cool. He's an odd little guy whom seems calm, cool and collective. Which in turn makes me feel the same way too.

Well, here's just a little taste of what's to come. I don't bullshit as much as I did before. I don't like narrow-mindedness on the account I'm an Equalits. So, I hope you read these post with an open mind and with acceptance.
I hope you all enjoy.