50 Shades of Trey

Author: 50shadesoftrey

  • Earliest Dad Memories

    The earliest memory I have with my dad and I together will surprise no one. I don’t know the year exactly but must have been around 1969 or 1970.I was in Los Angeles with my mom. my dad was already there from his earlier trek from Austin to pursue music. While I remember my dad…

  • How I got “here”

    Lets start at the beginning. How did butch yant become my father? To be honest, Im not completely sure. Well, I mean there was intercourse involved yes, but beyond that ive lived   with two different stories my whole life, for the early part of life I was under the assumption that my mom got pregnant…

  • Dad Stories disclaimer

    As I sit here collecting my thoughts about how and where to begin telling stories about my Dad, one thing becomes very clear many people reading this knew him. While I welcome discussion and remembrance, its important for everyone to understand that the Butch many of you knew, in a lot of cases is not…

  • Are you getting better?

    Are you getting better?

    People ask if I’m getting better. It’s a hard question to answer, but after 18 months post-stroke, I’m now able to explain what’s going on with my progress. I hope this blog will serve as an update, as well as information for other stroke survivors and their caretakers. After a stroke, it can be hard…

  • Let’s Talk About Butts

    Let’s Talk About Butts

    Since my stroke in September, my perspective on the world has changed. Not just how I think, but how I literally view the world from two feet lower in a wheelchair. I used to see eye-to-eye with most people, but today, I’m eye-to-ass with just about every human around me. One trip to Target and…

  • The Fallacy of Going Home

    Have you ever congratulated someone because they were released from the hospital? It seems like the polite and even natural thing to do, but since my stroke in September, I’ve realized that coming home was just the start of my challenges. Let me tell you what “going home” was like for me. First, I must…

  • My Stroke Story

    My Stroke Story

    September 21, 2015 It was a day I had been anticipating for weeks. It was the Brix Tavern golf tournament. Brix is one of my biggest customers, so the opportunity to rub elbows with a good customer and my bosses was very appealing. On top of that, it was a Monday off work, so needless…

  • My Mom Story

    My earliest recollection with my Mom was around 1968. I was 4 and we lived in a small apartment in Dallas, for some reason. Not sure why we left Austin, but if later life proved anything, Mom was probably a groupie for some Dallas band. We were at the kitchen table filling out paperwork to…