Okay, let's face it. That last phrase is a loud of balarky. For the past, let's say six years, things just keep piling and piling on our family. Everyone(and I do mean everyone) keeps saying "IT WILL GET BETTER" but exactly when? I mean six years and still no real sign of getting better. Once again I'm venting. I know that we have been working hard to change things, and they will I just have to be Patient. O Lord, Patient! That's got to be tomorrow's topic.
Friday, January 30, 2009
I have no CAR!
Do you know how hard it is to not have a vehicle? I know in this eco-friendly day and age it is unAmerican to drive a car, but some cities down have public transportation. I know the next excuse is why don't you ride a bike or walk? I have to far to go to do either. I am a prisoner in my own home. Worse yet I am now the 33 year old equavelant to a fifth or sixth grader waiting for his mommy to pick him up. How incredibly pathetic!!!! I know that I shouldn't let things get to me this badly, the thing is I am an Anxiety ridden over stressed blow hard! How can I not let THIS get to ME! Do not get me wrong, I am thankful that no one was hurt in the accident that totalled our primary vehicle. I thank God every day for that. I am also thankful for GAP Insurance because they paid off said vehicle. (Seriously, Gap people if you are reading this, I will totally be a paid indorsee. PLEASE) That's beside the point. What pretell is the point you might ask? Actually there really probably isn't one. I being the man I am just want to vent. "Sound my barbaric YAWP" if you will. I want someone to hear me and say, I have been there too. I know how you feel. It will most likely get better.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday's gone
So what is it about the past that makes you long for it? When I was younger, I can remember my grandma saying "those were the days" and it never made sense to me. I mean how were the days she was talking about more "the days" then right then and now?(then and now being somewhere between 1980-1987) Of course my mother would always chime in as well with her days being "those." Who's days are they really? As I grow up(I say grow because let's face it, I'm a still a big kid) I continue to see just exactly what they were talking about. Those were the days is now what I catch myself saying. I don't really think those were! I mean sure things were easier when we were kids, for the most part at least. We didn't have bills or half the responsibilities we do now and we felt free. So the question remains, why do we not feel as free now? Marriage? Jobs? Bills? Responsibilities? Kids? The answer? BULLPUCKY!!!!! The thing we just don't realize is in twenty years from now. Today will be "THOSE DAYS!" We will look back on today and wish for just one minute back. We will wish our kids still sat on our laps to read a story. Maybe have a picnic in the park. We will wish we could court our spouse's all over again. The point is we will miss it when it's gone.
I have my beliefs in what's waiting for us after this life. That being said the bible says "life is like a vapor, it's here for while and then it's gone" We don't have forever here and I think we shouldn't. If you believe in God and now that he has everything planned, you know that our lives our a blessing from him. So yes, while I got preachy(a little anyway) I will not stop thinking about "those days" because He gave them to me.
I have my beliefs in what's waiting for us after this life. That being said the bible says "life is like a vapor, it's here for while and then it's gone" We don't have forever here and I think we shouldn't. If you believe in God and now that he has everything planned, you know that our lives our a blessing from him. So yes, while I got preachy(a little anyway) I will not stop thinking about "those days" because He gave them to me.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Good Monday Morning!
Well Hello out there!
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. I did! My wife and I went to see my sister who lives three hours away. My mother decided to go along for the ride, so this meant it was me, my wife, my mother and my three children. Two of which are still in carseats. Thankfully my mother let us use her quad cab truck, considering all we have is our little Saturn. (totally not my fault because of me wrecking our Dodge Caravan!) So we all packed into the truck. The ride was actually not that bad. The boy got a little fussy by the end but overall the kids were content. Seeing my sis and her family was good and we had a fun time, but it's always nice to go home.
So here it is, Home.......that one thing in life that is unequavelant to anything. When your young your home is your parents. The one safe place you can always count on. You were comfortable there in your element. It was your cocoon. At times it was your escape. Your room was that safe place you could fall and not get hurt or mend your wounds. The thing is, it was your's.......
The problem obviously became growing up and moving out. I took much longer than most die at this particular step in life. I enjoyed the comforts of "home" and didn't want to leave it. Yet as everyone does, so did I. It took many years of wandering and loitering(seriously, who ever would let me stay at their house or apt. that night, I was there.) before I finally got a place of my own, own. November 2000. My first place with my future wife. It was our home. Before long we started making it our home. We got married living in that apartment, we found out very shortly after we were married we were going to be parents. It was definitely our home. Then we shortly had to move to a new home. We rented a small(I'm embelishing way too much) this place was tiny. We could however afford it. So there we were new family in tow and we outgrew by the time we were moved in. Home number 4(whoever is keeping track) was about to be establised. This time it was a two bedroom town home that both my wife and I really liked. Infact we ended up living there for nearly five years. Memories(real ones) were made there. My oldest's first steps, my second daughter's birth. Like I said, real memories. This However was still not right.
November 2006, we bought the home we live in today. It's safe to say this is our home. We all love it. Now we get to make memories for our children like we had growing up. Running downstairs Christmas morning to see what Santa left for us. Trick or treating on Halloween. Learning how to ride bikes, first stiches, falling off the porch, and pretty much everything else.. Whether I'm feeling very nostalgic or not, one things for sure. There is nothing like HOME.......
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. I did! My wife and I went to see my sister who lives three hours away. My mother decided to go along for the ride, so this meant it was me, my wife, my mother and my three children. Two of which are still in carseats. Thankfully my mother let us use her quad cab truck, considering all we have is our little Saturn. (totally not my fault because of me wrecking our Dodge Caravan!) So we all packed into the truck. The ride was actually not that bad. The boy got a little fussy by the end but overall the kids were content. Seeing my sis and her family was good and we had a fun time, but it's always nice to go home.
So here it is, Home.......that one thing in life that is unequavelant to anything. When your young your home is your parents. The one safe place you can always count on. You were comfortable there in your element. It was your cocoon. At times it was your escape. Your room was that safe place you could fall and not get hurt or mend your wounds. The thing is, it was your's.......
The problem obviously became growing up and moving out. I took much longer than most die at this particular step in life. I enjoyed the comforts of "home" and didn't want to leave it. Yet as everyone does, so did I. It took many years of wandering and loitering(seriously, who ever would let me stay at their house or apt. that night, I was there.) before I finally got a place of my own, own. November 2000. My first place with my future wife. It was our home. Before long we started making it our home. We got married living in that apartment, we found out very shortly after we were married we were going to be parents. It was definitely our home. Then we shortly had to move to a new home. We rented a small(I'm embelishing way too much) this place was tiny. We could however afford it. So there we were new family in tow and we outgrew by the time we were moved in. Home number 4(whoever is keeping track) was about to be establised. This time it was a two bedroom town home that both my wife and I really liked. Infact we ended up living there for nearly five years. Memories(real ones) were made there. My oldest's first steps, my second daughter's birth. Like I said, real memories. This However was still not right.
November 2006, we bought the home we live in today. It's safe to say this is our home. We all love it. Now we get to make memories for our children like we had growing up. Running downstairs Christmas morning to see what Santa left for us. Trick or treating on Halloween. Learning how to ride bikes, first stiches, falling off the porch, and pretty much everything else.. Whether I'm feeling very nostalgic or not, one things for sure. There is nothing like HOME.......
Friday, January 23, 2009
Weekend Getaways
Good morning,
Okay, while there is only one person besides me reading this I still feel like treating it as if everyone reads it. I am currently in the process of preparing for a weekend trip. After all the talk yesterday about what has happen to the family road trip, my loving wife decided we should go to visit my sister who lives three hours away. While I understand three hours is not really that far it does require the attention of making preprations. This is the part I do not enjoy. I admit to overpacking. I cannot give my wife a hard time because I am very manpretty. (this only means I care about the way I look, not that I am in anyway pretty or anything of the sorts.) So this requires the right amount of clothes and accessories to make myself presentable. That being said, I cannot give my wife a hard time for the way I pack. However, I certaintly can give her a hard time for how long it takes for her to pack! I pack just as much as she does and I generally help pack the kids. I am still done packing decades(exaggerated to express a point!) before she even knows what she is taking. My point is this. I care just as much how I look as she cares how she looks, yet she takes FOREVER! Seriously, why is it women cannot get ready as fast as men. I know all you women are saying "you guys don't care about the way you look" but that is obviously not the case in some situations. Men secretly at least a lot I know(none of whom are gay) care about their appearances. I leave out my friends who are gay because you women will use that as an excuse for why they care about their appearances. The thing is some of those friends DON'T CARE! The minute you start stereotyping you start making assumptions.(whole nother blogpost entirely) Anyway's I am determined to figure out why women are slower in these preperations.
Most women will also make the arguement that it takes longer to do their hair. POPPYCOCK!(okay so I'm using a grandmother word to make a point, get over it) News flash! Men have lots of hair too. Some men actually do their hair and make it a point to style it. Still they(for the most part) do it in a timely manner. So if someone could tell me why this phenomenom exsists, I would be particularly grateful. Considering I got way off topic, I will leave you with this thought. If no one cared how they looked, would the world truly be a better place? Or would we just not care about anything at all?
Good night, and good luck(copyright infringement)
Okay, while there is only one person besides me reading this I still feel like treating it as if everyone reads it. I am currently in the process of preparing for a weekend trip. After all the talk yesterday about what has happen to the family road trip, my loving wife decided we should go to visit my sister who lives three hours away. While I understand three hours is not really that far it does require the attention of making preprations. This is the part I do not enjoy. I admit to overpacking. I cannot give my wife a hard time because I am very manpretty. (this only means I care about the way I look, not that I am in anyway pretty or anything of the sorts.) So this requires the right amount of clothes and accessories to make myself presentable. That being said, I cannot give my wife a hard time for the way I pack. However, I certaintly can give her a hard time for how long it takes for her to pack! I pack just as much as she does and I generally help pack the kids. I am still done packing decades(exaggerated to express a point!) before she even knows what she is taking. My point is this. I care just as much how I look as she cares how she looks, yet she takes FOREVER! Seriously, why is it women cannot get ready as fast as men. I know all you women are saying "you guys don't care about the way you look" but that is obviously not the case in some situations. Men secretly at least a lot I know(none of whom are gay) care about their appearances. I leave out my friends who are gay because you women will use that as an excuse for why they care about their appearances. The thing is some of those friends DON'T CARE! The minute you start stereotyping you start making assumptions.(whole nother blogpost entirely) Anyway's I am determined to figure out why women are slower in these preperations.
Most women will also make the arguement that it takes longer to do their hair. POPPYCOCK!(okay so I'm using a grandmother word to make a point, get over it) News flash! Men have lots of hair too. Some men actually do their hair and make it a point to style it. Still they(for the most part) do it in a timely manner. So if someone could tell me why this phenomenom exsists, I would be particularly grateful. Considering I got way off topic, I will leave you with this thought. If no one cared how they looked, would the world truly be a better place? Or would we just not care about anything at all?
Good night, and good luck(copyright infringement)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Two for One
So I'm back today. I have a serious bone to pick with the airline companies. Why in the name of everything that's holy would an airline claim to have tickets for $29 when in actuality after all the "taxes and fees" and "special privelage charges" it still cost upwards to 500 dollars. That is freakin rediculous!!!!!! I understand the take.....people want and need to travel in a quick and efficient manner so the Airlines have the supply and demand going for them. The thing that I do not accept is the bold face lie that is "FLIGHTS FOR $29!!!!!!!"
Here is the deal, I hate flying with a passion. In the air I am fine, calm even. Taking off and landing however, well you might want to have ear plugs if you ever were to fly with me. I am terrified of those two necessary processes of flight. That being said I do not fly very often. When I was younger my family would fly to California to visit cousins. This apparently did not bother me. No, once againg God enjoys a good joke. He waits until I'm a grown man to humble(err humialiate) me. (I realize God does'nt humiliate anyone, it's just for comedic purposes). A 300 pound man(that's right ladies, you know you like em big) is terrified of flying, elevators, pretty much all small confined spaces. I got way off track. My very best friend in the world(next to my doting wife) is getting married soon. I of course would love to attend but this would include flying. So the wife and I scurried online one night to find the "cheapest" flights. Low and behold we found one. One way flight to Vegas 29 dollars! AWESOME! Right? Wrong! When it was all said and done we were going to put 500 dollars on my credit card! MANY, MANY, EXPLICITIVES!!#$%#$^#^#$^
I DO NOT CARE ABOUT GETTING SOMEWHERE THAT QUICKLY!!!!!!
Infact I would go so far as to say I would rather drive to Vegas than fly. At least then you get to experience that majestic nature that God has created for us. Another plus no stupid people to drive you absolutely crazy(unless that is what your family does). Whatever happen to the time of family vacations in the station wagon? Are those days gone? I surely hope not!!!
So I bid you adieu for today!
Here is the deal, I hate flying with a passion. In the air I am fine, calm even. Taking off and landing however, well you might want to have ear plugs if you ever were to fly with me. I am terrified of those two necessary processes of flight. That being said I do not fly very often. When I was younger my family would fly to California to visit cousins. This apparently did not bother me. No, once againg God enjoys a good joke. He waits until I'm a grown man to humble(err humialiate) me. (I realize God does'nt humiliate anyone, it's just for comedic purposes). A 300 pound man(that's right ladies, you know you like em big) is terrified of flying, elevators, pretty much all small confined spaces. I got way off track. My very best friend in the world(next to my doting wife) is getting married soon. I of course would love to attend but this would include flying. So the wife and I scurried online one night to find the "cheapest" flights. Low and behold we found one. One way flight to Vegas 29 dollars! AWESOME! Right? Wrong! When it was all said and done we were going to put 500 dollars on my credit card! MANY, MANY, EXPLICITIVES!!#$%#$^#^#$^
I DO NOT CARE ABOUT GETTING SOMEWHERE THAT QUICKLY!!!!!!
Infact I would go so far as to say I would rather drive to Vegas than fly. At least then you get to experience that majestic nature that God has created for us. Another plus no stupid people to drive you absolutely crazy(unless that is what your family does). Whatever happen to the time of family vacations in the station wagon? Are those days gone? I surely hope not!!!
So I bid you adieu for today!
I don't Care!
Okay, for years people keep telling me that I should write down my rantings instead of yell them at others. When I say "people" I mean my family. I am a blowhard, but in my defense I am a well thought blowhard. That being said I tend to lean towards the not much patience side of humanity. Okay so I'm all the way as far east as I can get. I am not patient. I like to have things done a certain way, MY WAY! Now I know that isn't very selfless, and I'm aware that I need to be more selfless especially when it comes to my wife. Yes folks, someone chose to marry me. I know what your thinking and you're right. She is an angel to put up with me for nearly ten years. That I believe just goes to show you that I, while being extremely impatient and hard headed do have some good qualities. Relax everyone I only said some. You see I am very devoted to my wife. While we have our blow out rants and raves(most which are brought on by something stupid I just could'nt help but say) we truly love and respect one another. She does understand me in some weird, my yen to her yang way. We have three beautiful, adorable, funny, talented, daunting, overly excited, extremely impatient(like me) and most of all absolutely smart kids. This I believe is God's way of trying to teach me patience. I undestand but still choose in part to not listen.
So that's my first entry, not much I know. I just wanted to get my feet wet, normally I would jump right in but the responsible person in me is fighting back(Ali-Frazier style). So tomorrow I promise will be more interesting. I mean it's me were talking about(I'm the guy that until I was 12, when I went to the bathroom more specifically #2 I had to take all my close off and turn out the light) the only problem was our light switch was on the outside of the door. Who puts a light switch on the outside of the freakin bathroom door. I mean really who did that? I want his name and number and will have all my family send him a thank you note. They all got a kick out of running by and turning the light back on. Just so I had to get up, unlock the door, and turn it back off. Gotta love the fam. Beginning to see why I don't care, you will!
So that's my first entry, not much I know. I just wanted to get my feet wet, normally I would jump right in but the responsible person in me is fighting back(Ali-Frazier style). So tomorrow I promise will be more interesting. I mean it's me were talking about(I'm the guy that until I was 12, when I went to the bathroom more specifically #2 I had to take all my close off and turn out the light) the only problem was our light switch was on the outside of the door. Who puts a light switch on the outside of the freakin bathroom door. I mean really who did that? I want his name and number and will have all my family send him a thank you note. They all got a kick out of running by and turning the light back on. Just so I had to get up, unlock the door, and turn it back off. Gotta love the fam. Beginning to see why I don't care, you will!
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