Forgot to post this, isn't much

Dude, man. I've never been this excited for something in a long time. This UFC stuff has me pumped. I just watched the weigh-ins and for some unknown reasons I can't wait to watch several pairings of men beating each other up. I use to only be a boxing fan, because I thought it was more pure. But what is more pure than mixed martial arts, martial arts is truly an art form an has been around forever. I'm sadly leaning towards UFC now especially since boxing can't get it's act together and unify the belts or something that will get it back on track again. I just want to go out and run like I use to when I first watched the Rocky movies, let me rephrase that, Rocky makes me want to go out and run every time I see it to this day. Ha.

I lost 25 lbs since the last time I got on a scale and I don't think it was all that long ago maybe two months. Didn't know I was losing any weight. I don't know if that's good or bad. I kinda feel puny now. I guess watching Sports Center 4 out of 5 days at the Y during my break, instead of running or anything else is paying off. Ironically. Less is more.

I realized the worst thing about my weekends lately is I don't get to talk to you.

I assure you there really is a method to my madness.

Dear diary: Today is Friday. So, why am I at home writing this blog? I should be out. I plan on lounging a lot this weekend. Unless I watch the fight in Parma, then my weekend will be over before I know it. But man it feels so good knowing I can wake up and roll out of bed whenever I feel like tomorrow.

I have to sling shot my car to get into the driveway at work or else I'll get stuck. It's really pissing me off. I almost went out and shoveled the end of it myself.

I love grocery shopping...it's the paying at the end that I hate. Wish it wasn't so expensive to eat healthy or they way I want to.

Today was boring without you flirting with me at work. Totally joking. It was boring though.
Sorry to hear about Ayden being in the hospital. I hope everything turns out alright. Get well soon. Speedy recovery. You get well too by the way and rest up. MotY. You have to ask me what that means when you read this.

My conversation with another adult at work consists of yea...yea...oh...really? yea...I don't know...yea...yea...
Yet they keep talking to me everyday when obviously I just want to do my job. I wish more of them would interact with the children instead of with each other, but that's women for you. Wonder why the profession doesn't get paid much. Might as well give them a bowl of popcorn, a phone, and turn on the T.V. They already text all day though. I should mention they aren't all bad there.

It's official my cat's name is Precious. And I will probably be saying my Precious really creepy a lot to it.

I was almost ashamed with myself this evening driving home from work. I seen this attractive young female shoveling the sidewalk dressed in a maroonish zip up hoodie. I was like "Damn, she's hot, why is she shoveling? She is too hot to shovel. I should stop and do it for her. Then I asked myself now if she wasn't attractive would I have thought about helping her? Then I remembered several times driving home from work on previous nights that I thought about stopping and helping a few people shoveling who were guys and not so attractive women. So, I'm not shallow after all. I just had a brief moment of babeitis. I admit I was about 25% closer to stopping then I was the other times.

I found the perfect girl. She comes whenever I call her. She loves my attention. She loves to snuggle really close. She is obsessed with my hair. She lays with me in bed for awhile and then leaves and I don't see her again until the morning. Okay that's not all that great, because the best part of waking up is having someone you love next to you. She's dark and mysterious. Has the prettiest eyes. Her only probably besides having a little bit of belly fat and possibly being pregnant is that she is a cat.

Quote of the day: "Thou art to me a delicious torment."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The best that I could do for now

You're so vain. You probably think this blog is about you. Don't you? Don't you? Well you're probably right.

• I want to feed you grapes.
• I hate empty apologies.
  

• All I'm looking for in life is honest answers.

• You ever look at someone and wonder how or why do they have kids? I don't necessarily mean bad parents, but I wonder about that too.
  

• What the hell does no, thank-you, no, thank-you mean when someone is doing something he's not suppose to? Either say no or thank-you but don't combine the two in a negative fashion. If you are asked if you want fruit you can respond no, thank-you and it's polite.However, don't confuse them by saying no thank-you when they are doing something wrong. Over and over. I still don't get it. No, thank-you? It's not like you said no and they listened and then you say thank-you for listening. Ugh it's annoying. Come up with something else please.
  

• I stubbed my little toe. It hurts.

• I hate women they seriously talk about the stupidest, mundane, and pointless, things possible. It's like they're not satisfied unless they're unsatisfied where they have something to complain, harp, and nag about. Much love to those not like this.
  

• Why can't I find one interesting single girl, relatively around my age?
  

• Again with the diet today. Will it ever end?

• I can't stand people who only care about themselves. Whatever is easier for them. No consideration for others. Meanwhile, I always make things harder than they have to be on myself. Taking on too much. That's not good either. I don't know how to say no. Or speak-up for myself. Some people are so good at doing this that it is borderline rude. I envy them.

• I want to train myself to sign my name differently. I want it to look cooler. Yes, I need a new autograph.

• I want to go to sleep right now, but the Cavs have a huge and I mean HUGE game tonight. I have to watch it. Hopefully, I go out to watch it too.
• I didn't get a chance to say goodnight sweet dreams to you, so goodnight sweet dreams.
  

• Potato and sausage soup with other secret ingredients was delicious tonight, thank-you very much.

• I've been putting off shaving for awhile now. Will tonight be the night I bite the blade? It hurts, I have sensitive skin.
• July 11th is going to be a horrible day. Totally joking. Congrats.

Have you ever had someone at a fast food place or grocery store or anyone like that ask you how your day was? Are you automatically suppose to say it's good, even if you've had the worst day of your life? I don't know, when I'm asked that question, I almost instinctively always say good off the bat because that's what pops into my head even though I know I'm not having a good day. It's like you don't want everyone knowing your problems. Well a few times I'm like ya know what I've had a bay day, but I know you were just trying to be nice and make small talk while you ring up my order. But thank-you for asking. Would you like fries with that? No, Thank-you. That's the proper way to say it damn it. Haha.

Goal: To find a date before Valentines day. I heard of this cool thing at the Comfort Inn in Austinburg called Cupid Palooza you get a dinner and hotel room I think its 40 for a single 70 or 75 for a couple. Something that sounded cool if I had someone.

One more work day and then I can relax for a couple. Big weekend. We got a huge UFC fight with BJ Penn and we got the Superbowl. Don't really have set plans for either of them. Any takers? Might be going to Parma though to watch the fight. Pizza and wings and I'm there for the game. Don't even care if I drink.


Quote of the day: "Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination."
Voltaire

I must say I've imagined a lot of love in my days. Still waiting for it to pan out and be true or real. I like this quote though. Voltaire=sweetness!

Snow

• Each time I drive stressed out in the snow, I feel like I'm losing a week of my life.

• Work is never canceled. I miss snow days.

• Drove behind a snow plow this morning going 15-20 miles an hour. I could have probably gone 30-35, but didn't have the balls to pass it. I admit I was afraid. My car is horrible in the snow.

• Surprisingly Jefferson road was much better than 46 this morning. That has been a first this winter. However, it wasn't that great coming home and 46 was alright. I made sure no traffic was coming and just went past the stop sign without making a complete stop. I know if I did it was very likely I'd get stuck. Wasn't about to chance that.
• I wish a girl missed me or even thought about me on occasion.

Top things to do on a snow day besides sleeping in or sledding?
Watch movies, play boardgames, play video games, catch up on reading? Brave the elements and still go out and do something and be productive? Drink something hot? Your favorite thing?

I really don't want to hear about your daily diet report and whether or not you followed it the previous day. I don't care if you want to lose weight, I don't care about weight watchers. Or anything else about your life for that matter that you repeat several times everyday. It's annoying. This isn't social hour. Also, I hate when adults think they can just talk in front of kids like they don't comprehend anything especially when it deals with medication or about their family life. Or anything negative about a child. Kids aren't dumb they understand a lot more than you think and they pick up on a lot more than you give them credit for. Yet, still some people just don't get it.

• I hate two-faced people.
• Book club was canceled. Shocker! Next Weds. now.

Weirdness=artistic creativity
This song freaks me out and heightens my senses at the same time. I love how he phrases things. The song is much better on the cd.

Just in the mood for this next song:



Quote of the day: "If, after all, men cannot always make history have meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one. " Albert Camus

This bulls for you...

I saw an article/video on an 11 year old French-Mexican bull fighter with over 160 kills to his name, which means he is considered a veteran bull-fighter by far. He slayed 6 young bulls in a single fight which is a record for the youngest to do so. They say he stepped into the bull ring at the age of 4. His dad was a matador, I guess it runs in the family. However, is it just me or is that a little to young?

Animal Rights Groups are involved of course, but they always have been in this blood-sport. Would the United States allow someone to bull fight under the age of even say 15? I'm not sure. Just seems a little crazy to me.

I don't know whats worse the fact that this 11 year old could die in the ring at any given moment or the fact that I think bullfighting is simply inhumane?

I just don't like how they make a spectacle and sport about it. I mean I know the losing bulls go to the market the next day and basically feed everyone. But couldn't they just kill them normally? I guess it really doesn't make a difference, either way they're going to die. Do they suffer more this way, or is it in their nature to rather go down fighting? Animal rights say its a torturous slow death and stressful. Although, If they survive and the crowd yells something like brave in Spanish loud enough and repeatedly enough the bull gets to live in a pasture for years to come and be a stud. Which wouldn't be a bad living for it. This of course if they survive the trip home after being stabbed a few times and dehydrated.

I guess it's entertainment for them and someone is obviously making money. Most importantly it is a huge culutural tradition and that has to play an important factor in trying to understand it. Bullfighting gives jobs to a lot of people, the ticket office, the bullfighters themselves, the people that load the bulls and let them go, the picadores, aka assistants with lances, the people who sell the bulls, and I'm sure there's lots of other positions I'm missing. A matadore has a whole entourage. I could add the market place, but they would get meat one way or another without the actual bullfights.

I would love to do the running of the bulls one time. I saw that one year two brothers got poked in the rear by the same bull. That is funny.

• Book club meeting is tomorrow.
  
• Hope it doesn't snow too much tonight, and that it warms up.
• Already thinking about pancake breakfast at the Rock Creek Fire Hall every Sunday in March, it is so damn good. Who wants to go with me?
• Thank-you to everyone who routinely reads my blog, you honestly don't know how much it means to me.
• Wore my new dress shoes, but sadly didn't get any compliments on them.
• Damn Mo Williams had an amazing game and Lebron got another triple double. Crazy stuff.
  

Quote of the day: "Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them."
Paul Gauguin French Artist

Did you miss me?

Three Doors Down, powerful song
It's the Only One You've Got
Thanks Jay for making sure I found it on the cd
Make sure you listen to the words people
Bad quality video, but you get the drift and if not get with it



Lyrics to the song:

http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/3_doors_down_lyrics_712/3_doors_down_lyrics_78803/its_the_only_one_youve_got_lyrics_781172.html

• I blog about what directly happens to me...not grapevine stuff. If I wasn't there...I'm unaware. Still, I can't please everyone.

• Lately I feel as though I'm being bounced around like a rubber ball. Never knowing where I'll fall. Just absorbing it all.

• I hate tags on my shirts. I have to cut them off everything. They annoy me to no end.

• I have a disease to please. Make people happy. Be useful, helpful, even if it means being used or taken advantage of. I want to find love.

• Damn Orange Juice is tasty.

• I've made mistakes...I've tried to fix them. No one is perfect right?

• It's hard to be someone's friend...you feel more for. But I'm trying.

• I never want to lose my curiosity. I ask a lot of questions. Please forgive me. Especially, if I pry or get too personal. I hear that a lot.

• I swear on baseball, I wasn't looking. I admit I hesitated before looking away though. But every time I survey the room, I can't help but notice if a girl is bending over and I get an eye full. A girl has to know if she is showing cleavage and she has to be doing it on purpose. It's not like it just happens once, it's been happening over and over. It's not my fault, especially when it's in an environment where it's obviously inappropriate. I'm not complaining. I could care less either way. I'm just wondering...asking my female readers if you know what's going on when this happens? Are you just not thinking? It's not like they're working for tips or trying to impress anyone.
  

• I use to feel like I was an outsider at work. I still am. However, I'm beginning to discover that there are a lot of fractions and clics there. People who don't like each other and although it's funny and refreshing. I still hate it, because I wish it wasn't so.
  

Random

I saw the black semi-kitten, that had previously showed up at our house. He is extremely lovable and playful. He came right to me and followed me around. He is now my cat. I've named him D'Artagnan for now, but he might turn out to be a girl. I can never tell, so I will have to rename it if that's the case. Maybe to Sean Taylor or simply Taylor. After one of my favorite football players who was killed. R.I.P. Represent the U.

It hurts when he digs his claws into me. He meows a lot. A lot, I'm telling you. He is a little beggar. He never lays down. Here is a small clip of him.



Okay so Sum 41 is sweet. This is the song I'm listening to a lot lately:



Especially the part:

Cuz' I know what I want
You just take me through the motions
I know what I want
And that's more than you can say


This is something I wrote awhile ago when ST passed on.

This hit me like 9/11
Rest in Peace up in Heaven
Hit me harder than even a blow from you
The # 1 hard hitting safety
ST
Sean Taylor
Reppin' the U
Miami Hurricanes
Washington Redskins

Some punk fools cut the electric
Knocked down a locked bedroom door
Your loved ones hit the floor
Gun shot wound to the femoral artery
From trying to protect your family
Brave in reality just like on T.V.
When you lace up your cleats and roam the field
Non-stop, coming at ya, full speed

Feriocus intensity in your eyes
Why did you have to die?
All-American
Pro-Bowler
Son of an officer
All because of some jealousy
On the violent streets of Miami
Fatherhood brought out the best in you

My thoughts and prayers
In your family's time of need
Bless your baby girl
Always be in my memory

The massive blood loss was just too much to save
Thank you Sean Taylor for all that you gave

• Great Lakes Conway's Irish Ale is good you should try it. At least for St. Patty's.
  
• I know someone who was drunk, possibly sleep walking, and peed on someone's stairs this weekend. No it wasn't me.
• I ran over a snake Friday night driving on 528. It was extremely weird. Just seen it slithering across the road. Poor guy. Must have been out of his hole because the temperature rose so much.

• Cavs won two big games this weekend. Way to go.

• I think I'm starting to get sick. UGH!!!!!

I'll probably write more later. Take care.

Still waiting for my lady and the tramp moment

I don't always say what I mean...I say what I think will get the biggest reaction...while still being true to myself.

Why is American Idol so addicting? I hate it. I really do. What is it about people embarrassing themselves that human nature is so drawn to?

I made my tea. Finally! It is so freaking sweet. Literally sweet. It tastes good too though. Couple glasses of it will get you buzzed and feeling good. For sure. Tomorrow, I'm going to get lit up. By that, I mean just going to relax, kick back, and drink a few beers. Nothing crazy.

Listening to Daughtry Over You.

Decided, I'm going to skip all the negative emotions that I've been stirring up in my mind. No one wants to hear that stuff all the time.

Damn this is sweet. Check it out. Double alley-oop.




Forty tomorrow is going to feel like eighty. I will celebrate by buying flip flops and wearing them out.

Someone told me you have to write down your goals. Maybe as a reminder. Maybe to push you. These are mine for the new year. I think its a good idea to have a picture of it and put it in your mirror so you see it when you wake up every morning and when you go to bed I guess too. Like I if you want a house you have a picture of a house. If you want a car you put a picture of a car. I could probably write these down and put it on the wall beside the mirror.

New occupation.
New living quarters.
Wear a suit to work everyday or just wear one when I get home from work. I have a fascination with suits, I wish they weren't so expensive. Okay, maybe I will simplify this one to owning three high quality suits by the end of the year.
Take a vacation.
Buy a bike 800-1200 dollar range to go biking.
Go skiing.
Make new friends.
Have a relationship.
Finish writing a novel.
Not go tanning, because I've never been and don't know how I feel about it at least with my own body, but work on my tan just by simply being outside and enjoying the weather; whether it be at the beach, just playing backyard games, or working in the garden. Which leads me to another goal, grow a successful garden.
Get contacts?
Join a bowling league. Perfect my curve.
Get a golf membership. Be semi-good.
Buy an acoustic guitar, actually learn how to play it?
Play at least 100 racquetball games.

There's probably more things just can't think of them right now.

Damn it, I almost forgot why I started writing about my goals. The first one I thought of to even post these was to lose 10-20 lbs and gain back 10lbs in muscle.

No clue where I went with this or where I was going

Bite my tongue. Swallow my pride. Suck it up. That's how I feel on this roller coaster ride.

Shot down. Ouch. Step back. Regroup. Think.
I want too much, too fast.
I want it all or nothing at all.
That is my down fall.

The life of a writer.

A comfortable chair is required. A must. Writing materials vary. Pens, pencils, typewriter, computer, sharpies, as long as it doesn't run out or break.

Napkins, post it notes, their hands, notebooks, journals, dairies, whatever paper they get their hands on they will use when the moment strikes.

We need an inspiration or a muse. Some need absolute quiet while others prefer a busy scene.

It all starts with one true sentence and you never know where it will lead you.

The banks were beginning to overflow. Water was creeping, steadily, higher and higher. Soon children would wade in their own yards. Under parental supervision of course. The current was, so strong now they might be swept away.

The water was brown and the grass now felt squishy under their feet. It rained and rained and rained and then rained some more. The flood valleys were filling up quickly. The elders said this happened every 30 years. This was the third occurrence in their lifetime. The first one happened when they were between five and ten years old. Then again at thirty-five and now they were sixty-five going on seventy.

It's just nature taking it's course. Don't try to fight it and for Gods sake don't try to prevent it. That only makes things worse. Makes it back up where water doesn't belong.

All the problems start there, man trying to outsmart nature. It doesn't work. Nature is adaptable, resilient. Ever changing. It will wipe a man out to nothing. Make him start all over again.

We need nature. We need the trees. However, nature would do a whole lot better without us.



It is funny when a preschooler hits their chest twice with a closed fist and then throws out a peace sign, especially when it's a girl doing it. Word to my brother.

Quote of the day: "Those who live are those who fight." Victor Hugo French poet, dramatist and novelist.

Not much to this one...wasn't really feeling up to it

I didn't drink a pop tonight, I'm really proud of myself.
Ugh, I have to get up early for work, but how can I got to sleep when Lebron is playing Kobe?

Today is a special day whether you like Obama or not. Here is to change, progression, hope, and history in the making.

I don't understand commercials that air something that already happened and no it wasn't taped or DVR it was live!

I bought some movies at the library. Three Batman movies. Batman Returns, Batman Forever, and Batman & Robin. Platoon which is a classic. Die Hard 2, gotta love Bruce Willis in that. Lord of the Flies just because I wanted to see how weird the movie could be. Good book. To Live and Die in LA, never seen it I figured William Dafoe could make it a semi-decent watch. I couldn't help myself I bought two more tickets for the Valentine Basket raffle.

Isn't it a little messed up how the Staples Center is the home of two basketball teams and that the floor is changed for each team. The Clippers played their yesterday afternoon and then later in the evening the Lakers played there. The entire floor and even the seating arrangements are changed. What's even more funny is the ticket prices change, because the Lakers as we all know are a much hotter commodity. That place sure is getting a lot of bang for its buck.

Quote of the day: In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.
Robert Frost, American Poet.

Okay the Lakers, especially their bigs are dominating us. I can attempt to go to sleep now. Tough loss, darn it! You win some, you lose some.

The best is yet to come. I promise you that.

Gossip is for those who have nothing interesting to say about themselves

There are things I want to write about, but I don't want to post them all. You'll find out why in the following story.

Women make me want to lie. I'm not a liar. I have nothing to hide. If I had one flaw it would probably be that I'm too honest. But when it comes to certain things like your job, women can't just go around telling everyone about your business. What am I suppose to do when a woman comes up to me and asks me a personal question? Thus far in life, I've replied honestly, because that's just who I am as a person. I expect the information to stay between the two of us, but they gossip and it gets exaggerated, distorted, and becomes mostly hearsay and second hand knowledge and gibberish at best. Yet everyone seems to take it as fact. If I want to quit my job and find a new one that's for me to know. However, women think they have a god given right to spread it around the work place and that's how rumors start. That's one of the main reasons, I can't work there anymore to begin with. I try not to talk to anyone, but I don't want to be rude. What am I suppose to say when someone asks me something? "Sorry, that's none of your business?" "I don't want to talk about it?" That's when people assume things, think they know things, and even more off the wall rumors start.
I honestly trust people too much and it's truly sad that in today's world someone has to worry about that. I need to start looking out for myself more and realize to just keep my mouth shut around anyone I don't trust 100%. If and when I manage to accomplish that, what do I do from there? Do I pretend to be happy? Pretend nothings wrong or bothering me to avoid the drama women create? I don't talk about people, so I wish people wouldn't talk about me. For those that, think I'm a hypocrite right now, this isn't talking about them, because this involves meeeeee and I have to watch my back in this cut throat society. I'm not saying that all women do this. When I throw the women word out there I'm only referring to those that do it to me personally and that just so happens to be all women. So no offense to all women as a whole. Unless the shoe fits.

On a lighter side. Isn't it sad that I can't watch sports shows the day after one of my favorite teams lose? When the Buckeyes lost their two National Championships I didn't watch Sports Center or any other sports talk show for at least two months. When Delonte got injured and the Cavs lost I didn't want to watch any sports either. Speedy recovery D.W. and Big Z.

I'm glad Arizona won. I'm sad Pittsburgh Steelers won. I'm glad the Pittsburgh Penguins won though, it was a big game to put them back into the 8th spot to potentially be in the playoffs. Isn't it funny I hate the Steelers but love the Penguins. I think it is.
The Cavs have a big game tonight against Kobe and the Lakers. Go Cavs!!!

I need a haircut.

My arm is sore from having bowled two days in a row.

I have like a billion karma chips to cash in.

Typed out two more pages for my story today. I think that is pretty good. If anyone wants to read it so far let me know.

It's extremely confusing to figure out who anonymous is all of the time. Put your name people, pa-lease.

Quote of the day: "Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life." --Confucius

I'm sorry Confucius but this is only 75% true. You can love your job, but totally hate the people you are forced to work with!

Prayer

Dear Lord:
Please look out for someone tonight and over the next few days. Give him the opportunity to find a place to stay during the day, eventually a home to call his own and a job, or at the very least send him an angel to take him under their wing, and show him the ropes of how to survive, until he is able to get back on his feet. Thank-you. Amen.

The link dilema

Even though you will never read this I want to say thank-you Tasha for the ten dollar gift card. I purchased 3lbs of chicken breasts, 3lbs of bananas, 2 red peppers, 2 lemons, and one lime with it. I know I am a great shopper! The almighty dollar goes pretty far with me. Now who wants me to cook them dinner?

My search for hibiscus leaves failed at Walmart and Kmart. I wanted them to make a tea. I don't even like cold tea, but I really wanted to try this recipe out.
All you do is take eight cups of water, add three and a half cups of sugar, boil it until the sugar dissolves to make a simple syrup. Add four cups of hibiscus leaves and let it sit for 20 minutes. Then add two lemons and two limes by squeezing the juice out. Finally, you add two cups of vodka and let it chill in the fridge.


For the purposes of this story, I will call the following woman my Aunt even though she's not really my Aunt, because she's not married to my Uncle yet.
My family had a gift exchange for Christmas and my Aunt ended up with my name. I didn't know this at the time of course, but I do now. Everyone went around the room making suggestions on what they wanted. I didn't really know what I would want. I like being surprised anyways. However, I knew I didn't want any clothes or anything sports related and that I wanted something grown-up. My family made jokes like "What do you mean grown-up? Playboys, Crown Royal?" Everyone laughed and I said no just something grown-up. What I meant by this, which seemed to elude everyone else was something distinguished, something you could maybe use in a home office. For example, a dress belt, a wallet, a cute and sophisticated desk organizer for keys, a watch, cell phone etc. Those are things I would have been happy with.
I'm not quite sure when I did this, but one day I went through some store ads and marked somethings I liked. My mom found this and one of the things I marked was a watch, so she told my Aunt about it. When we had the gift exchange I ended up getting a watch and it was one of the few times I was actually 100% satisfied with what I got. Usually, I got really lame things that didn't suit my personality or age-level at all. The only problem was the watch was a little too big for me and I needed to get a link out. Not a major issue at all. My Aunt told me she got it at JCPenney and everyone else told me pretty much any jewelry store could take out a link for me.
A couple of weeks passed without me making a trip up to the mall. Finally, the day came. I walked up to the counter. Mind you, I'm not good at these things, because I'm so shy. I waited for like three long minutes before the lady looked up to ask if I needed help. I said, "Um, I think my Aunt bought this watch for me here and it's a little too big for me and I was wondering if you could take a link or two out?" She replied, "Okay let me take a look at it," then she informed me that they don't carry this brand of watch here and that they charge ten dollars to take links out of watches they don't sell. I was caught off guard and I said, "I'm pretty sure it was purchased at a JCPenney, either that or Sears. Do you know if they sell watches?" She told me, "I don't know." So, I said I would call my mom to make sure I had the right store. This is when another lady came up and said she would call the one in Mentor to see if they carried it. I said thanks, especially since my Aunt lives in Madison and that's probably where she bought it.
The person on the phone informed us that they carry it during the Christmas Season. After all that they finally took one link out for me which with the right tool took them all but 30 seconds. Then my watch was perfect.
I don't mean to sound sexiest at all, but I truly believe if there was a male behind the counter, he would have just took the link out for me without any questions. Whatever happened to the customer always being right?


I'm going to try something I never tried before. I'm going to write down what it is I really want and sign it and date it and lock it up and hopefully one day I can pull it out and it will be true. Wish me luck.

To drink...or not to drink. That is the question.

You have to love Subways two for Tuesday deal. I love getting a 5 dollar foot long don't get me wrong but when I have the choice to decide between Oven Roasted Chicken Breast and Chicken and Bacon Ranch, the latter is going to win every time. Ode to Subway. You cure my hunger late at night in a small town, when nothing else is open for miles around.

It's ridiculous that no pizza place in Jefferson is open after 10:00PM. It's depressing, you can only have Subway, so many days. Even though in college I had a Chicken Carborana from Quiznos for three months straight. Man I miss my food plan.

Several odds and ends.

It's so cold out.

My back is still killing me from falling down.

Snowmobiles at 2AM or later annoy me.

I don't have enough adoring fans. :(

About a one year old black cat showed up on our porch. Started eating the other cats food. I want to claim it and name it, but I'll wait to see if it sticks around. More on this in the future. Any suggestions? I don't want to get attached though.

Mountain Dew Voltage
Dew Charged with raspberry citrus flavor and Ginseng is freaking delicious. I'm a fan.

The body of today's blog:
You have to earn the right to drink my beer. Some girl, I barely know, who is an acquaintance at best thinks I'm a jerk, because I wouldn't let her drink my beer. I don't know where those lips have been. Turns out, I discovered they've been in some pretty nasty places during the next couple of weeks after the incident.

If someone says, "Hey this drink is really good you should try it" and they offer it to you. Then yeah you can take a sip and try it. If one of your good friends says, "Man I don't think I can drink anymore of this," than yeah you can finish it for them. But sorry when some random girl comes up to me and grabs my beer and says, "Let me finish it for you," I'm going to be a little offended and say something along the lines of, "I can finish my own beer thank-you," and I think I also said, "I don't want a girl drinking my beer." It's not like it was the last beer in the establishment or maybe it was, since I bought two beers because it was last call. I guess if you snooze you lose. Naturally I gave one to my bud, leaving one for me to finish without any help.

Now, I will buy a girl a drink, or even some other type of beverage, (a few days later I offered to buy a friend of this girls a pop or coffee because she said she was tired and needed some caffeine) or loan someone money to buy a drink, or even buy someone a drink who I know is going through a hard time or doesn't have any money, but going up to me and grabbing my drink and then having the nerve to tell people, I'm a jerk later on because of it. I just don't understand that. You might be able to push your weight around with other guys and use to getting what you want if you just flaunt yourself out there, but not with me sister. I'm not that easy.

If only...

For awhile, I was stuck on someone who just wasn't right for me. I kept beating myself up over it. Then out of no where, I started having a crush on someone else, that's all it takes I guess, because I was instantly cured. Only problem was she has a boyfriend. At least I was finally able to move on though. With that being said.

I wish you were single and would go bowling with me, but wishing alone won't get it done. Hope is not a plan and sadly you already have a man. :(


Quote of the day: "There is no such thing as an appropriate joke. That's why it is a joke." Michael Scott, The Office
I read this quote on my friend Jenna's facebook and it just seemed to really resonate with me today, so thank-you Jenna.

Mother Nature at her finest.

These are some pictures I took when I went to Kelleys Island with my friend Jason. They are of glacial grooves. I find them pretty sweet. Next time I just need to remember to bring beer on the ferry like everyone else. Also, I wish the golf carts weren't so damn expensive. It was a hell of a lot of fun though. I promised myself I would go back simply, because this bartender was such a nice guy. Karaoke was a lot of fun as well. There was like 200 people or more and everyone was signing up left and right. Yet we managed to sing three or four songs. Including Three Doors Down songs and Hang on Sloopy. And the best part about it was that for once a girl thought Jay was gay instead of thinking I was. More on that later. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay. More power to you. Now if I only had pictures of the jet skiing that went down that weekend.



















On New Years Eve, I went to this party and was having a good time. I was drinking at a really good pace meaning not too much and not too little and having a good conversation with this girl I just met. I thought everything was going good. We were talking about cars and wine tasting. How I thought Vintage Ohio was like one of the best times ever. I sampled over 50 different wines. I don't remember what else we talked about, but I must say I was dressed up a little bit too. Anyways, I walk to the bathroom and I come back to the tail end of a conversation of that girl asking someone if I was gay. She said that it was okay if I was, since she was bi on the weekends. Whatever, that's suppose to mean. But I was a little hurt by this. Oh well, she wasn't that good looking, er...I mean she didn't have that cool of a personality.

If you write it, they will read it

I can't stop blogging. I'm sure this will wear off eventually.

Isn't it Ironic?
All my life I've knocked down icicles from the side of my house and got yelled at for it. sometimes I used a bat, a golf club, a yardstick, (didn't work very well) my out stretched arm, a long metal pole, or If I really couldn't reach one I would just throw something to knock them off. The one year I finally grew up and quit playing these "childish" games the gutter falls off. Ain't that something funny? You can almost see where the gutter was ripped off.



Post the biggest icicle contest?
I realize it's hard to take a picture of a really big one. But I managed to go out and try my best. I also fell down on the steps and hurt my behind and back. Ouch. I'll get things started. The second one is hard to see but it goes all the way to the ground.





































Top two vacation destinations:
1. Taj Mahal

2. Venice

Yours?

Quote of the day: "The true test of a first-rate mind is the ability to hold two contradictory ideas at the same time." --F. Scott Fitzgerald

Movie Quote Quiz

1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies (which is insanely difficult)
2. Pick a quote from each one of them (use IMDb for help)
3. Tag friends who would know the movies
4. No googling/IMDb searching when guessing
5. Guess all the ones you know even if someone already guessed it (but don't read their answers to get your answers - that's cheating). Everyone who guesses the movie will get their name by the quote. The person with the most correct guesses out of the 15 wins.
6. If you played on facebook you can't play on here and vice versa



1. "What we've got here is failure to communicate."
2. "Ma chère mademoiselle. It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now, we invite to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents... your dinner. "
3. "I'm shakin' the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I'm gonna see the world. Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Colosseum. Then, I'm comin' back here to go to college and see what they know. And then I'm gonna build things. I'm gonna build airfields, I'm gonna build skyscrapers a hundred stories high, I'm gonna build bridges a mile long..."
4. "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine. "
5. "He asks what part of the deal you did not understand. He says perhaps his translator did not make it clear to you. He says he should fire his translator?" (Hint a gun shot comes next)
6. "These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized."
7. "You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am."
8. "There's no crying in baseball!"
9. "If you build it, he will come."
10."The stuff that dreams are made of."
11. "Say hello to my little friend!"
12."Rosebud."
13."I love the smell of napalm in the morning!"
14."You talkin' to me?"
15."Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

A glimpse into my mind semi-hard at work.

Don't you wish your blog were as cool as mine? Don't you wish your blog were as cool as mine? Don'tcha?
It's a hit, I'm an instant phenomenon.

I know some loyal followers are going to read this every morning with their cup of coffee. How many of you are going from Starbucks to McDonald's, because of those commercials I find hilarious? It's going to be as habit forming as brushing their teeth. Meaning they will check it at night too. I hope you brush your teeth at least twice a day, if more, feel free to check back three, four times a day.
We got to get this blog rolling and the best way is word of mouth so start chatting away.

If I write on here ten times a day does that mean I can take like a week off? Or will people be emailing me for an update? Because the anticipation is killing me, I just want to post, post, post.
I bet Barack Obama is going to check this before he makes any important decisions.

Every blogger should ask themselves: What do I hope to accomplish? Well I hope to leave my readers satisfied. Where they walk away (but eventually come back) learning something, maybe they let out a laugh or two, or a smile appears on their face or at the very least leave them thinking it was an entertaining way to spend five minutes and not a complete waste of their precious time. I want to inform, make you think, make you have an ah-ha moment, and be insightful and clever. I'm guessing a lot of my humor and jokes most people won't understand, but they make me chuckle and I guess that's a part of what my blog is for too. ME!

Spoiler alert: the next few paragraphs deals with sports.

I spent my evening watching classic Hector "Macho" Camacho fights. I learned he's really great and eccentric. An odd fellow, who I instantly became a fan off, since I missed out on him growing up because he was a little before my time as far as watching boxing on TV went. He's a mastermind inside the ring, his best quality as a boxer is the ability to take away what the other fighter is best at. He's so loose and when he lets his hands fly and just flow it's some of the most beautiful and accurate combination's I've ever witnessed. Not to mention the outfits he wears. What an entertainer.

I can't help but feel sorry for heavyweight boxing during the Mike Tyson era. I don't feel sorry for Iron Mike at all just boxing in general. As a fan, I feel cheated that we didn't have more great match-ups when he was in his prime with Lewis, Holyfield and others. That whole generation just feels incomplete and like something was missing to me, even though it was loaded with great heavyweights.

Floyd Mayweather Jr. is my favorite fighter of all time. I hope he comes out of retirement to fight Pacman and once again become the pound for pound best fighter in the world. Roy Jones Jr. is second. Feel free to debate this or list your favorite boxers.

End of sport section

I'm in a book club. The book we are currently reading is Song Yet Sung by James Mcbride. If you live around me you're more than welcome to join the book club. I call it the Dinner and a Novel book club, because we eat somewhere and discuss the book.



I love reading as you probably have figured out by now, so if you have any suggestions for books I should read go ahead and serve them up. Also, I'm big into music, so feel free to include songs as well. I'm into just about any genre, but for some reason a lot of songs fly under my radar and I don't pick up on them. Especially, whiny ones that I really like, because in a pathetic way I feel a connection to them, by this I mean young disgruntled middle twenties male singers who still have issues with their mom's., etc. If I had a whiny voice girls swooned over I'd be busting out hits left and right.

I got caught shoplifting, not really but read about my ordeal.
Awhile back, I went shopping with my friend. He purchased all kinds of healthy foods, because he's on a big green kick and all about living a healthy lifestyle, which is great. Wish I had that drive and motivation to carry out something like that. On a side note, I think we ended up buying six cans of black beans which weighed 6lbs a piece. That's a lot of beans. We planned on making black bean burgers, they are really good for your brain. Feed your mind. Anyways, back to the story. Like I said he is a greeniac, (I think I made that word up) and he didn't want to use any paper or plastic bags to save the environment, so we load the shopping cart up with like 30 items or so, the bill was like 70 dollars. We start walking out to his car, we drove separately because we had previously worked out at the YMCA. Just wanted to throw that out there to make myself look more in tune with my body. We unload the items into his car and I'm walking back to mine and this woman smoking a cigarette comes walking across the parking lot. She's like, "I wrote down your license plate number". I'm like "What? Hey now, slow down. If you want my number girlfriend all you had to do was ask." Okay, in reality I only said "What?" She's like "I work here and was on my break, seen you loading a bunch of loose items into your car. A lot of people do that without paying, but I got yours and your friends license plates. Do you have a receipt?" I responded, "I don't have one, but my friend does." So she goes and gets him, but he threw it away as soon as he walked out of the store. So, we had to go back inside and have the cashier tell this psychopath that we paid for everything. So moral of the story, try to save the environment by not using any bags and you get accused of shop lifting. Next time bring a half dozen tote bags.


Quote of the day: "The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion." --G.K. Chesterton

Are you honestly still reading this?

If I ever repeat myself I am sorry ahead of time, I try really hard not to. Did I type that already? Moving on. I as a human being want to make it clear, that at all times I have the right to change my mind regardless of what I've wrote in the past. If I offend you, I'm sorry my intentions were not to do so. I was probably being sarcastic or playing devils advocate. I have a tendency to do that.

How many fans, readers, critiques did I scare away? I read the other day 1 out of 7 adults in America can't read. You illiterate bastards, good thing they can't read that. Except my blog will be so popular, they will have an interpreter read it to them. I wonder how they figured that out? How many people did they poll? Everyone I know can read. That's a rather alarming figure, don't you think? Does this include immigrants fresh from crossing the border? Did they walk up to random homeless people? They have to be able to read they write signs at least. "Will work for food." Meanwhile, on the other side of the street there is a gas station with a now hiring sign. But the homeless vet would rather collect loose change from strangers walking by, for a bottle of the bottom of the shelf vodka and maybe if he's lucky a couple items from the McDonald's dollar menu.

I can picture the pollster walking around asking people to read a pamphlet in some big convention center. The person being questioned just looks up all confused and tells the pollster they can't read. The pollster who really has no heart, fires back "What are you blind?" The poor almost ashamed individual then replies, "Why, yes, yes I am actually. This is a conference for blind people, didn't you read the sign out front?" The pollster is then dumbfounded and simply answers, "My bad. I'm still going to count that though because that's what I want my results to show and I'm the one conducting this here survey." Sociology at it's best folks. Makes you wonder about all those election polls, just a little? No? Okay fine. Makes me wonder at least.

I guess I need to put more pictures on my blog to bring in that extra one out of seven people into my blogworld and make them more comfortable. I am all about posting an equal opportunity blog, I don't want to single anyone out especially someone who can't read.

If ever in the future I receive ten votes, I will write about one of these two topics:
1. Ban cell phone use while driving nationwide.
2. Up the age to obtain a drivers license to 17.
I just need ten votes all together. I'm guessing I might be able to debate about this sometime next year. I could just write about both over the next couple of days, but where is the fun and drama in that? I need to get my readers involved somehow, I highly value your input.

I promised myself I would try not to write about sports, so when I do I will give you a spoiler alert so you can skip over that section.

I want to have a topic of the day. So without further ado...

Today's topic: Your dream job.
I read an article last night about a dream job. It involved soaking in the sun on an island for 6 months. It paid oh somewhere around 108,000 dollars or something close to that. Which means about 600 dollars a day. All you have to do is take pictures, write a blog, and talk about what you discovered on the island that day. You might have to talk to the media once in awhile. You get to snorkel. How sublime would that be? It would be like you're king for a day and getting paid for it. You work on your tan and eat exotic food.

I wonder if you still have internet access and if you're able to still use your cell phone, obviously if part of the job requirement is blogging, duh. I answered my own question, just had to think about it for a second. You need your cell phone in case you're being attacked by a wild boar. You have to be able to whip out your cell phone and call for help. Right after you climb a tree and take pictures of course, to post on your blog.

What an experience. Just watch out for the lotus plants. Or else you might not ever be coming off the island, which wouldn't really be a bad thing. I'm not eligible to do this dream job because it requests you be an excellent swimmer and I'm merely a mediocre one. I wonder if I have time to take some hardcore lessons.

So, obviously the topic of the day means you have to now comment on this and tell me what your dream job is. Mine would be similar to this lounging around and getting paid for it. My dream job would be to be a billionaire from curing cancer or inventing some revolutionary object out of pure chance. Usually I would have come up with something more creative, but I'm going to leave it at that. Your turn. Isn't my blog so inviting?

What a blog is supposed to be? My day? Get real. Skip, skip, skip this.
I ate Chinese food today. Sweet and sour chicken of course. At first my mom didn't want to eat with me inside, she wanted me to get it to go. However, I was on the phone with my sister and my mom asked if she was coming, because if she came then she would have ate inside with me. Hurt my feelings. My mom would be more than happy to eat lunch with my sister, but if it was just me she wanted to bail out. Even after I helped her go grocery shopping and took back items she thought were on sale, but actually weren't and grabbed the cheese bags for her that were on sale. I am such a thoughtful and caring son. Yoder's vs Crystal Lake Cheese. For those of you who cared.

Went to the library today and bought a Dean Koontz book for 50 cents to add to my collection. It is a well known fact to anyone who truly knows me that my dream is to one day have a library like that in Beauty and the Beast. A room wall to wall with books and one of those sliding ladder things. I also picked up a movie I requested called The Motorcycle Diaries. I'm in a big Che Guevera kick right now. I can't wait to see the movie titled Che.





I entered a raffle for a Valentines day gift basket for two. There were all sorts of items in it including two bottles of wine. I hope I win it, but chances are I won't. Oh well, two dollars I would have spent on more books. I will give you an update Feb. 12th when the drawing takes place. Cross your fingers. Still taking applications for the the second person since it is a basket for two.

I almost purchased a picture frame, but didn't know what size to get. I will have to look at the picture when I get home. To tell you the truth, I also wondered if I could find a better deal somewhere else unless Drug Mart has cornered the market on picture frames. I was thinking maybe I would even splurge and buy a really expensive one instead. I'm not cheap, I just shop around looking for the best deal. It's not like I need a picture frame this instant or else my family is going to disappear for not properly displaying the magical moment. I admit maybe I'm a little frugal. You caught me.

I'm going to talk a little bit more about the concept of my reading revival magazine here instead of going back and editing the previous entry about it because I informed you on how I don't edit. True to my word. Much like stubborn men who are driving. They refuse to back track, instead they try to find an alternate route and of course never stop to ask for directions. They would rather go a half hour out of their way than turn around a minute after figuring out they turned the wrong way. I on the other hand just let someone else drive whenever possible. So, women out there one quality I am sure looking for is that you love to drive, because I hate it. Anyways that was an attempt to make a connection between editing and back tracking, in case you missed it or it went over your head.

Alright so Reading Revival
Not sure if it will be weekly, monthly, or what.
So far I want it to consist of:
Poetry
An art section including photography
Dozens of short story submissions
Even novels by chapter like they use do quite regularly even in newspapers back in the day. I'm sure some magazines still do this.
I tried to talk my sister into letting me do this in the newspaper she edits but she turned me down.
Other articles on topics such as Why no one eats at the table anymore? Good heartfelt, meaningful ones not fluff stuff.
Of course it will have to contain advertisements
The resurrection of the art of short stories is a possible catchy saying to also put on the front cover.
If you have any other ideas or suggests be my guest to post them.
I want it to be a splash of everything with a heavy focus on short stories and making reading popular again.

Has anyone, besides myself, ever wondered that back in the 1700's to 1960's all you had to do was actually write a book and it became a classic? Because every single writer from that time period is famous it seems like and every book they write, in a lot of people's opinion, is amazing. I think sometimes critiques look way too much into what the author was trying to write back then and give writers now a days no credit at all for the complexity of their work. Just my rant for the day.

Quote of the day:
"The pen is mightier than the sword" Edward Bulwer-Lytton in his play Richelieu; Or the Conspiracy
I think it is rather fitting to start off with this one. It's one of my personal favorite, being a lover of words and all.

Well that is all for now stay tuned.

Introduction

Welcome!

I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, but I'll give it a shot. Usually, I have a hard time expressing or conveying my thoughts, but I'm throwing caution to the wind. Mainly, because I doubt anyone will read this anyways. Publish my thoughts for the world to see, all I have to say is beware.

The name of my blog is in reference to the magazine I one day hope to publish called reading revival. It is an attempt to resurrect reading in America by various amateur writers submitting short stories and poems etc. I'm sure there's dozens of magazines out there with pretty much the same premises. Mine would include art as well and of course I would proof read everything and have the final approval of whether or not I want that story in my magazine. I think I like short stories the best, because you can usually read them in one sitting.

When it comes to writing I'm a complex individual. I go from having no ideas, to too many ideas, and when that happens I tend to become one of the following: lazy, tired, distracted, horny, hungry, or what have you, thus leading to nothing being written down due to lack of time or effort on my part or else I'll break off into tangents or become scatter brained and be too confused with myself to write down anything I was thinking about. Note to reader: see previous sentence as an example of what I'm referring to. This causes me to lose focus and confidence in my ability to actually complete what I'm writing and accomplish anything worth while. I guess you could say I give up too easily. Go figure. Furthermore, my mind will go blank or I'll become lost in thought. I tend to ramble and what makes it worse is that in person I tend to mumble. So the essence of my message is seldom understood no matter what method of communication I attempt to use.

Another one of my goals is to one day write a novel and several short stories. However, my writing style is unique and rather painful to read. I have no form and no idea of sentence structure. As much as I love reading and writing I have absolutely no concept of proper grammar.

My motto is: Writer's write, Editor's edit. A second one is Revising is Lying. But in the blogosphere world I imagine everyone revises and edits, so in that aspect I might not fit in. Oh well. I will probably post rough drafts on here on occasion instead of just ranting and raving all the time, so you can edit and revise for me. Nothing funny or interesting happens on a daily basis for me to come up with material to write about that way. Then again I could make stuff up.

Today I traveled back in time and had a conversation with Babe Ruth. We talked about whether or not he was upset with Hammerin' Hank and he said no but he would love to have a Homerun Derby contest with him. I volunteered to be the pitcher and I said next time I will take Henry Aaron back in time with me, so we could settle once and for all who is the best homerun hitter of all time. However, he strictly told me not to bring Barry Bonds. We smoked cigars, drank, and gambled the night away. It was all really fun. I also asked for his autograph, in which he signed hundreds of them for me and you can start purchasing them on ebay tomorrow evening. They will be going for around 500 a pop. Bye, bye college loan bills. Hello down payment on a house.

All right, back to reality. In reality I'm extremely tired and going to hit the sack. Catch up with me tomorrow. Don't be shy, I can't see you through your computer unless you turn your webcam on.