Days 22 & 23:

So, a lot of you don't know how this hate for Big Fred came about, so I'd like to shine some light on this whole fiasco...

I wasn't always friends with Big Fred; in fact I didn't even meet Big Fred until I moved from Michigan to California in the winter of 1995 or so.  I don't know if it was just meant to be, like genetics, or if it was stress do to moving so far from where I had called home for 9 years of my life or stress from being the new kid in school.  But Big Fred and I gradually became friends and we were inseparable.  We would do everything together; play video games, watch TV, eat ice cream, and even sleep together (in a completely heterosexual way).  But I soon noticed that with Big Fred around it seemed like it was hard to make friends.  Most kids would just laugh at us and reluctantly pick us last for kickball.  Don’t get me wrong; I did have friends and usually a couple of 'em at a time.  By no means was I a loner. 

Big Fred seemed to be holding me back from things I wanted to do and in high school it really started to get to me.  I had always wanted to be the star quarterback or the fastest track runner but because of Big Fred is was defaulted to the offensive line on the football team and the only track/field event that I could do was shot put... and who really just wants to throw metal balls around all day, eff that!  One time I went to Six Flags with Big Fred and my friend Tony; I remember trying to get on one of the roller coasters that had those shoulder harnesses and because Big Fred had to sit by me we barely were able to get the harness over us...  I almost was unable to ride a roller coaster because of this DAMN Big Fred. 

I had tried several times to "break up" with Big Fred, but he never got the hint, I tried and tried and tried.  So finally I just gave up on it and gave into Big Fred's needy love interest.  UNTIL NOW...

So that gives you a little background into the lives of Big Fred and myself.  As you can see Big Fred needs to go, I cannot have him affecting my life with my baby girls and wife.  I will periodically post some of these "fond" (note the sarcasm) memories of Big Fred and I to remind myself of all the pain he has caused me! 

I will leave you tonight with this quote, by an unknown author, to ponder as you head off to bed... "Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working."