Monday, July 30, 2007
When you lose, you really win.
It's no mystery that life has its ups & downs. We walk, we trip or slip, we fall, we get right back up & continue walking with caution in our step. But why must we fail to give attention to the process of *growing*? At the end of our journey, that's the part *of* the journey that's most important in getting us *through* said journey...so it's striking when noticing how often those little details had gotten overlooked or not even noticed.
I'm thinking it's because we're so distracted by answers to questions & what control we have over them, generally & specifically. It's just like how we obviously can't drive, talk on the cell, do make-up, read the paper, & shoot the bird to passers by without getting ourselves into a major wreck or a fender-bender.
Everything seems to be a part of some vicious cycle, these days. You can't talk about gas prices without commenting "Yeah, it's all a vicious cycle"; you can't talk about cultural community without resulting to some war, later saying "Yeah, that's just our government...just a vicious cycle". Everywhere you look, something is distracting us yet we continue putting our hands in the fire.
What do we gain from all of this? What do we get out of being burnt by some cycle we really want no part of, yet need in order to get by?
I'm not an intelligent man- I've only attyended minor amounts of structured study & schooling, but still have very little to accredit myself to. I'm 26 years old, will be 27 coming this September, & still have yet to even dance a full song. Without being certain that I'm even asking the right questions, I look back upon everything around me that's gone on in my life & sit in wonder that in all the times I'd felt at a loss, I was actually gaining the time, & emotional tools, to heal & grow.
Because of this type of reflection, & because of my extent on reflecting, I look at what's around me now & what has been, the past few years, & am surprised at how my environment itself has its own vicious cycle. I'm seeing how so many people are still being pulled down by their misguidedness or by the lack of true in- or foresight. I see how people are becoming more & more distracted as the days go by...so, I've decided to post this in their acknowledgement & helpful advisory.
Don't let yourself get distracted. Don't let yourself get detoured. If you find yourself at any kind of loss, look back to what you have & hold on to it for dear life. Make something of your future & don't worry about the mishaps of the present- they'll work themselves out, believe me. Just because you can't jump a 10-foot distance *does not* mean you can't jump at all.
You have to be in a bind to get out of a bind. You have to fall in a hole to pull yourself out. You have to go broke to feel rich...& a frown only reminds us of our smile. So don't worry about losing. When we lose, we really do win.
Mr. Hand
I'm thinking it's because we're so distracted by answers to questions & what control we have over them, generally & specifically. It's just like how we obviously can't drive, talk on the cell, do make-up, read the paper, & shoot the bird to passers by without getting ourselves into a major wreck or a fender-bender.
Everything seems to be a part of some vicious cycle, these days. You can't talk about gas prices without commenting "Yeah, it's all a vicious cycle"; you can't talk about cultural community without resulting to some war, later saying "Yeah, that's just our government...just a vicious cycle". Everywhere you look, something is distracting us yet we continue putting our hands in the fire.
What do we gain from all of this? What do we get out of being burnt by some cycle we really want no part of, yet need in order to get by?
I'm not an intelligent man- I've only attyended minor amounts of structured study & schooling, but still have very little to accredit myself to. I'm 26 years old, will be 27 coming this September, & still have yet to even dance a full song. Without being certain that I'm even asking the right questions, I look back upon everything around me that's gone on in my life & sit in wonder that in all the times I'd felt at a loss, I was actually gaining the time, & emotional tools, to heal & grow.
Because of this type of reflection, & because of my extent on reflecting, I look at what's around me now & what has been, the past few years, & am surprised at how my environment itself has its own vicious cycle. I'm seeing how so many people are still being pulled down by their misguidedness or by the lack of true in- or foresight. I see how people are becoming more & more distracted as the days go by...so, I've decided to post this in their acknowledgement & helpful advisory.
Don't let yourself get distracted. Don't let yourself get detoured. If you find yourself at any kind of loss, look back to what you have & hold on to it for dear life. Make something of your future & don't worry about the mishaps of the present- they'll work themselves out, believe me. Just because you can't jump a 10-foot distance *does not* mean you can't jump at all.
You have to be in a bind to get out of a bind. You have to fall in a hole to pull yourself out. You have to go broke to feel rich...& a frown only reminds us of our smile. So don't worry about losing. When we lose, we really do win.
Mr. Hand
Back from Thailand
I'm back from my dive trip to Thailand. What an amazing place, but I recommend if going, to stay longer than a week as I did. The trip over and back is enough to kick even a travel seasoned veteran's ass. +/- 30 hours each way depending where exactly you go in Southeast Asia. We stayed at Kata Noi Beach, Phuket, Thailand, a place that has recovered very well from the tsunami. It is a little pricey to get there, but once there it is dirt cheap. We survived on less than $50 a day meals, hotel and taxis. The scuba was a $80 per day, which included a 2hour boat ride out and back and all meals for the day plus equipment, but is considerably less than most other diving destinations around the world. Here are some pics.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I'm a World of Warcrft-oholic
As some may know I'm into playing that said game in my spare time. I admit it has affected my life I mean wife. Here are some funny things I found on You tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=066_q4DIeqk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWEjvCRPrCo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeUhSjuhQYE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWEjvCRPrCo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeUhSjuhQYE
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Helpful advice in case of a bear attack
If you and a friend are walking in the woods and come upon a bear do not worry about out running the bear. All you really have to worry about is out running your friend. This has been a public service!!
The - "What-the-fuck?-ation" of America
Some things lack taste, or intellegence, and other things just make you think, "What the fuck ...?"
Here are a couple my recent "What the fuck ...?" moments.
Today I was watching a trailer on TV that said,
My thought was - "All? You mean the other two?. What the fuck? That's almost as dumb as saying, "Two friends take a dangerous journey. And one of them will betray them all."
My second "What the fuck ...?" moment came often as I had it once in reaction to a country song, and have had it a few times since. The "What the fuck ...?" moment has degraded, but it still makes good for a "What the fuck ...?" moment. In this song by a country artist, Brad Paisley, he sings,
... "What the fuck ...?" I for sure as hell don't want to kiss any chick I have to check for ticks. Either there's something really wrong about her or my dating circle is just all sorts of fucked up!
Y'all got any "What the fuck ...?" moments?
Here are a couple my recent "What the fuck ...?" moments.
Today I was watching a trailer on TV that said,
"Three friends will make a pact .... and one of them will betray them all."
My thought was - "All? You mean the other two?. What the fuck? That's almost as dumb as saying, "Two friends take a dangerous journey. And one of them will betray them all."
My second "What the fuck ...?" moment came often as I had it once in reaction to a country song, and have had it a few times since. The "What the fuck ...?" moment has degraded, but it still makes good for a "What the fuck ...?" moment. In this song by a country artist, Brad Paisley, he sings,
"I want to kiss you, under the moonlight. I want to check you for ticks."
... "What the fuck ...?" I for sure as hell don't want to kiss any chick I have to check for ticks. Either there's something really wrong about her or my dating circle is just all sorts of fucked up!
Y'all got any "What the fuck ...?" moments?
Bored in Tokyo
I just thought I would post some random ramblings from the airport here in Tokyo. I am on a layover from Houston to Bangkok. My flight from Houston was quite long 13+ hours, and we arrived here in Tokyo 10 hours ahead in the next day. Very strange. I didn't sleep a wink on the plane, so my bodyclock is all jacked up. I am trying to use the internet cafe here in the airport, and all the writing is in Japanese on the website. Same blogger site but everything is in Japanese. I do remember which tabs to click on. This has been a productive use of time, and a chance to blog, which I never do anymore. Well Check the Pizza gang (Brian, Jess, Matt, suz and BH), Yall have a great weekend, and I'll report back on the scuba diving in Phuket when I get back.
Craig
Craig
Friday, July 20, 2007
Bronzed Salt
Killjoy wants to bronze miniature salt shakers and give them to me as a gift. The plaque will read..."Bonified winner of the salt shaker bitters!"
I'm not bitter, I have a very specific style of humor...or ....ehemmm...
Oh, what do you people know!?
I'm not bitter, I have a very specific style of humor...or ....ehemmm...
Oh, what do you people know!?
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Why parents drink!!
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.
Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to "Dad." With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son John
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home.
Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to "Dad." With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love,
Your Son John
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer.
I love you.
Call me when it's safe to come home.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
For some reason, I couldn't type anything in the title box. So, here it is:
Johnny Bench
They called him "Johnny 'Blue Balls' on the Bench"
They assured him dating and courting was such a cinch,
Just stroke her hair and hold her hand,
And let her know you're a lucky man.
Dance all night and rub her back,
There was only one thing Johnny lacked,
Courage, gusto, go for the goal,
Hit a homerun, knock it in the hole.
Playing the game and playing it hard,
Knowing your hand and reading her cards.
Johnny got up in the batters box every day,
But instead of batting, he'd walk away.
Resolving himself to the bench once again,
Drooping his shoulders, crossing his hands,
He was a real victiim that Johnny 'Blue Balls' on the Bench,
He couldn't do something that was such a cinch,
He could make you laugh, he could make you cry,
He just couldn't bat, and didn't know why.
His practice swing was improving day to day,
But his follow through was the walk away.
Johnny talked his way on the team for years and years,
Convincing them all he had triumphed his fears.
At practice he'd field like a gold-glover, and even bat like a pro,
In pre-season, he was hot. Johnny was on a roll,
So the crowds would gather on opening day,
And Johnny, at bat, would walk away.
Keep your eyes on the ball, such a cinch,
But Johnny 'Blue Balls' sat on the bench.
By Brad A. Haines
Now if that there doesn't call to check the pizza, I don't know what does.
Johnny Bench
They called him "Johnny 'Blue Balls' on the Bench"
They assured him dating and courting was such a cinch,
Just stroke her hair and hold her hand,
And let her know you're a lucky man.
Dance all night and rub her back,
There was only one thing Johnny lacked,
Courage, gusto, go for the goal,
Hit a homerun, knock it in the hole.
Playing the game and playing it hard,
Knowing your hand and reading her cards.
Johnny got up in the batters box every day,
But instead of batting, he'd walk away.
Resolving himself to the bench once again,
Drooping his shoulders, crossing his hands,
He was a real victiim that Johnny 'Blue Balls' on the Bench,
He couldn't do something that was such a cinch,
He could make you laugh, he could make you cry,
He just couldn't bat, and didn't know why.
His practice swing was improving day to day,
But his follow through was the walk away.
Johnny talked his way on the team for years and years,
Convincing them all he had triumphed his fears.
At practice he'd field like a gold-glover, and even bat like a pro,
In pre-season, he was hot. Johnny was on a roll,
So the crowds would gather on opening day,
And Johnny, at bat, would walk away.
Keep your eyes on the ball, such a cinch,
But Johnny 'Blue Balls' sat on the bench.
By Brad A. Haines
Now if that there doesn't call to check the pizza, I don't know what does.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Happy Birthday Jessica,
This day July 9th is just for you. I know this is early, but this will be the day that you'll probably be blogging, since I'm at work and not "Playing my damned game like a 9 year old." and the computer is yours to use. I wish you nothing but happiness this day, well that evening since you got to go to that hell hole you call a job in the morning.(and people it is) I love you, and I'm glad I married a 26 year old bomb shell. And yes this post was a shameless grab at brownie points, and I'm damn proud about it.
This day July 9th is just for you. I know this is early, but this will be the day that you'll probably be blogging, since I'm at work and not "Playing my damned game like a 9 year old." and the computer is yours to use. I wish you nothing but happiness this day, well that evening since you got to go to that hell hole you call a job in the morning.(and people it is) I love you, and I'm glad I married a 26 year old bomb shell. And yes this post was a shameless grab at brownie points, and I'm damn proud about it.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Grandma's boyfriend
Here's a lil jokey joke for your friday! hope you enjoy it!!
A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day.
Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he
looked up and said, "Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that
Grandpa went to heaven?"
Grandma replied, "Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my
bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good
and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend."
Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started
adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Frustrated,
she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem.
The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door
and there stood Grandma's minister. The minister said, "Hello son, is your
Grandma home?"The little boy replied, "Yeah, she's in the bedroom
bangin' her boyfriend."
The minister fainted.
Now, that is funny.....I don't care who you are!
A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day.
Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he
looked up and said, "Grandma, how come you don't have a boyfriend now that
Grandpa went to heaven?"
Grandma replied, "Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my
bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good
and the comedies make me laugh. I'm happy with my TV as my boyfriend."
Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible. She started
adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Frustrated,
she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix the problem.
The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door
and there stood Grandma's minister. The minister said, "Hello son, is your
Grandma home?"The little boy replied, "Yeah, she's in the bedroom
bangin' her boyfriend."
The minister fainted.
Now, that is funny.....I don't care who you are!
The Good about Growing Up
After a night of extreme boredom (it's 11 pm - I can't believe I wasted this whole night doing nothing), I am tying it up with this blog, a smoke or two, and hopes that I can maybe - someday - become the responsible adult I always wanted to be. But that has yet to happen.
Being on this kick of "taking responsibility" of all my failures and defects of character can really drag you down at times. Tonight I was exploring the web. Mostly I was looking at casts of shows like Seinfield and Friends and ER and Scrubs - looking at all the guest appearances and the resumes of the stars and co-stars of those shows. Yeah, I was that bored. And I still can't believe they cancelled Boston Public! Anyway, I ended up doing a search on some of my college friends, and found some people I went to school with. Their profiles were all on some my-space like site. Here it is, 8 years after college and many of them had the same group of friends talking about the same shit and talking shit about the same people as 10 years ago.
I realize Jess, Brian and I hardly talk to anyone from high school - if anyone. As far as college goes, my contact list has dropped down to two people (Jay and Veronica). Even with that, Jay and I hardly ever talk about people from SWT. I know I hardly ever talk about people fron High School anymore either. Anyway, I guess I moved on. There's no glory days form Kempner or SWT anymore. The more and more I reflect on those old times, the more I realize - they were just old times and I've made lots of new times to replace those. Besides - I kinda don't mind blocking out 8 years of drinking, awkardness, bad sex, (oh wait - that was almost no sex), etc, etc. Today is a good day. A better day. I know where my job is, my home is, and where my friends are.
Oh yeah Jess, that was an intetresting blog on the self esteem issue. No other comments, just interesti ng.
Being on this kick of "taking responsibility" of all my failures and defects of character can really drag you down at times. Tonight I was exploring the web. Mostly I was looking at casts of shows like Seinfield and Friends and ER and Scrubs - looking at all the guest appearances and the resumes of the stars and co-stars of those shows. Yeah, I was that bored. And I still can't believe they cancelled Boston Public! Anyway, I ended up doing a search on some of my college friends, and found some people I went to school with. Their profiles were all on some my-space like site. Here it is, 8 years after college and many of them had the same group of friends talking about the same shit and talking shit about the same people as 10 years ago.
I realize Jess, Brian and I hardly talk to anyone from high school - if anyone. As far as college goes, my contact list has dropped down to two people (Jay and Veronica). Even with that, Jay and I hardly ever talk about people from SWT. I know I hardly ever talk about people fron High School anymore either. Anyway, I guess I moved on. There's no glory days form Kempner or SWT anymore. The more and more I reflect on those old times, the more I realize - they were just old times and I've made lots of new times to replace those. Besides - I kinda don't mind blocking out 8 years of drinking, awkardness, bad sex, (oh wait - that was almost no sex), etc, etc. Today is a good day. A better day. I know where my job is, my home is, and where my friends are.
Oh yeah Jess, that was an intetresting blog on the self esteem issue. No other comments, just interesti ng.
Da' Pizza Box
Hey! Hey! Hey!
It's late. I should be sleeping.
Got a new blog. It's for pictures. Check it out!
It's called "Da' Pizza Box"
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Is This Color Enough For You?
Independence from those Bloody Wankers!
HAPPY 4TH!!,
BE BLESSED,
AND
EAT WATERMELON.
AND FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, CLICK THIS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIJtKxdRQzY
BE BLESSED,
AND
EAT WATERMELON.
AND FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, CLICK THIS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIJtKxdRQzY
my brother and joe
I dedicate the things in my
life to the ones I love....
I miss you, you are my inspiration,
and I hope to see you soon.
Faith, Hope, & wishes
What's the point to faith, hope, and wishes? What's the difference? What do you do when you don't have any or they seem empty?
Faith is something to believe in that's bigger and more important than yourself. Why do we have it in us to have faith? I'm not talking about god, I'm talking about faith in anything. People are the hardest to have faith in, it's right up there with having faith in yourself not to drink the last Dr. Pepper and save it for someone else knowing you won't. Why is having faith feel so empty sometimes. Having hope that things will turn around, change, or maybe not rain tomorrow is just as empty.
Hope does nothing but let you down. I should know. I have always hoped to do better in school than the semester before, but did I? HELL NO! Hope is nothing but a wish that you really, really, wish comes true. But, do they? No.
Love hard, party hard, work hard, and fight for what you want and don't take NO for a FUCKING answer. Your life is what you make it. You only get out what you put in. And life is nothing but 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, etc.. chances. It's never one and done.
My point is don't have faith that I won't drink the last Dr. Pepper so you can have it, I will drink it. Don't hope it won't still be raining tomorrow, it will. And wish all you want that it's not true but, Mr. Killjoy is back and here to stay!!!!!
Faith is something to believe in that's bigger and more important than yourself. Why do we have it in us to have faith? I'm not talking about god, I'm talking about faith in anything. People are the hardest to have faith in, it's right up there with having faith in yourself not to drink the last Dr. Pepper and save it for someone else knowing you won't. Why is having faith feel so empty sometimes. Having hope that things will turn around, change, or maybe not rain tomorrow is just as empty.
Hope does nothing but let you down. I should know. I have always hoped to do better in school than the semester before, but did I? HELL NO! Hope is nothing but a wish that you really, really, wish comes true. But, do they? No.
Love hard, party hard, work hard, and fight for what you want and don't take NO for a FUCKING answer. Your life is what you make it. You only get out what you put in. And life is nothing but 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, etc.. chances. It's never one and done.
My point is don't have faith that I won't drink the last Dr. Pepper so you can have it, I will drink it. Don't hope it won't still be raining tomorrow, it will. And wish all you want that it's not true but, Mr. Killjoy is back and here to stay!!!!!
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