Saturday, April 11, 2015
Charity is a staple of life. There will always be an unbalance of wealth in our society as there always has been. These days with technology the field has turned in a weird way for charitable causes to get exposure. Long gone are the days of the Jerry Lewis telethon. These days instead of rolling out a BBQ pit and selling plates for a benefit, you can just go online, set up an account such as Go Fund Me, and watch the loot roll in. My only question is...what justifies a legit campaign? I mean, I see people who are in desperate need. A loved one suddenly passes away, medical bills become overwhelming, and so forth. I get it, i really do. I had tens of thousands of dollars of medical bills last year and it really took a toll on our finances. I'm just not on board with the people looking for handouts so that there is no disruption in the lifestyle they live. Musicians have become the worst. The same assholes who were on MTV cribs a few years ago are pleading with their fans to fund new projects and albums. Kiss my ass on that one. I just got an email from one of my favorite bands asking to pledge money on their new project only months after the lead singer is bragging about the Aston Martins and Ferrari's he drives to his mansion. Horse shit. Another thing, if you don't have the common courtesy to say hi at least once a year or ask how I'm doing, please don't insult me and ask for money. Internet panhandling has become a real epidemic. No, I don't want to donate so your kid can go on vacation out of state. My ass can hardly afford gas and groceries. I don't mean to sound bitter but it pisses me off that the real people in need are getting overshadowed by the people who are taking advantage of the system that is designed to help THOSE IN NEED. Lets take a step back, and re-prioritize what is important in life. When there is a will, there is a way. When you are far from desperation, you can make things happen on your own. Peace, as always.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
These days the oil industry is suffering in America. To the joy of consumers, gasoline prices have fallen. To the oilfield workers, this spells disaster. I've been reading a lot in social and other media that the oil workers' lives are falling apart because of the mass layoffs and lack of work. My take on this...tough shit. EVERYBODY takes risks in what they do for a living so if you want sympathy from me, you won't get it. Where was the sympathy for the mass public when for years oil execs all the way down to field workers were banking on HUGE profits that came out of our pockets? We struggled daily to get by because of the necessity for this commodity. I remember being gifted a tattoo for christmas last year and while sitting at the shop waiting for my appointment there was a young oilfield worker bragging to me that he made so much money in the field, he couldn't spend it fast enough. He was paying for his third large tattoo that week with his per diem check that he didn't need for necessity. My tattoo was a huge splurge as far as cost. I thought, wow...I'm in the wrong business. The thing I take from this is-when the economy suffers, it effects everyone. You have to manage your money as if the flow won't be there tomorrow. Those in the salon or hair or nail business know that when things get tough financially for people, their services usually get cut first. Risk and reward is the name of the game. Food servers that bust their ass like everyone else know that when the budget tightens for people, eating out becomes less of a priority. Name any field out there and there are risks in the career you choose. I respect anyone who makes a living by working for it whether it's the kat laying down pipe in the oil field or the janitor that takes the trash out at the office. This is a wake up call to all. So when oil skyrockets and oil prices become outlandish again and the oil workers get un-laid the hell off, maybe then they will remember that maybe it's time to put a little money away for a rainy or especially a dry day. Until next time, Peace to all.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Crushes are normal. Unless it's for another species, they are healthy ways to admire beauty and awe or respect for people who may or not be attainable to you. Relationships on the other hand are bonds that are meant not to be broken. So, what happens when you have a crush on an unattainable person while in a relationship? For most, it's harmless. For others, it's forbidden. I think the difference in the two revolves around a few things. One, TRUST. If your significant other can't trust you, good luck talking to them about anything else you have an attraction to. Second, SELF-ESTEEM. If your spouse lacks self-esteem on any level there is no way that they are gonna be ok with the comparisons drawn to anything else. Third, RESPECT. Some spouses feel disrespected when it comes to their partners looking anywhere else for gratification. I think I have it easy. I have all three when it comes to my relationship. I trust my wife, am very confident in myself, and don't feel disrespected on any level by her. Our communication is pretty bad ass to handle anything like that. She has a crush on Adrien Brody. It's not hard to compete with a guy who looks like Gonzo and Kermit from the muppets had a baby and starved it. She also likes Jason Staham. That one would worry me a little bit. He could slap me on national T.V. and all I'd be able to do is apologize for pissing him off. I don't think she has much to worry about on my end. All my crushes look like my wife anyway. Fairuza Balk and Sarah Miller are pretty close. The one that doesn't is Laura Calder but she lives in Canada so I don't think my wife is worried. She has said that it would be different for her if these people were accessible to me. I wouldn't worry if I were my wife, crushes to me are fantasy. There are boundaries in fantasy though. Look back at what I said about respecting your partner. Just remember, beauty should be admired but not worshipped. Crushes are normal, as long as the line isn't crossed based on your significant others' comfort level. Till next time, I gotta go. I have a French Food at Home marathon planned for today.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
I'm a social media whore pretty much. I get off to the idea that I can stay connected with people I can't normally see on a regular basis and especially those who live long distances from me. This weekend opened my eyes a bit. We drove down to the Texas coast which by normal standards is a hell of a road trip. Only there was I able to meet up with old friends that live merely minutes away from me. The question was raised on the beach as we caught up and reflected. "Why do we have to drive 200 miles to hang out when we're normally 5 minutes away from each other?" The past few weeks a friend of mine and sister in law spearheaded a reunion for all of the people that went to our high school. The response was less than overwhelming. Again, why? Why is it ok to see each other in passing at a funeral or a hospital but we can't sacrifice enough time to get together for a meal or just to show our appreciation for each other? We are so comfortable being one with each other via a social media site but not face to face. I have friends on Facebook that I rarely ever spoke to and some people I flat out never met in person. We are comfortable with divulging intimate details of our lives with strangers on the biggest open outlet known to man but ask them to come over for a drink and all of a sudden things are awkward. It's time we stepped it up. I genuinely care about my friends and if I have to organize a reunion every few months to see them, then thats what I'm gonna do. Hell, if I have to see 800 pictures of your newborn every day, at least let me meet the little guy/girl. I mean that in a smart ass way of course but I hope you get my point. Life is short, peeps. I much rather say goodbye to you with a hug and not while looking in a casket. Until next time, I love you all, you're beautiful.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
I sit at my laptop a bit of a mess today as I woke up to some disturbing words aimed my way. I know I'm not the best type of friend to have. I hate schedules, appointments, and I hate rushing. I have a gigantic family and several friends so it's impossible for me to spend as much time as I'd like with everyone I want to. My demeanor is simple, I don't like to have any enemies or have anyone with negative thoughts about me. I do my best to be someone who is enjoyable to be around. My favorite thing in the world is to make people laugh. I've said a million times that life is too short to have any kind of negativity in my life. So why did these words destroy my day before it started? Because I felt that I'd failed. I failed as a friend, a person, and I failed someone who I care about and respect. My intentions are never to hurt anybody. Maybe I've undermined how enjoyable I can be. I don't know. In retrospect it will teach me how to move forward and be everything that I want to be as a person. A better husband, father, and most of all, friend. I learn from things that happen to me and don't take things for granted. I radiate love but at this moment I feel that inside me is a black heart. They say time heals, in this case I pray it does. I have so many regrets in life that I can't get back. The only thing I can do is dust myself off and push forward. Till next time, I love you all....you're beautiful.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
This past year I was sick a lot. My time in and out of the hospitals really put my life in perspective. I thought of all the amazing people in my life whether they were part of my past or still in it. The influences of my friends and family have impacted me in so many ways I couldn't imagine leaving this world without letting them know exactly how I feel. I decided to write each person a little something via Facebook with memories and anything else I wanted. I found that my memories of them, no matter how vivid and clear to me, were not always remembered by the person I was trying to honor. Does that make my gesture invalid? Does this mean that I was or am not anywhere close to being important and influential to them as they are to me? I started to feel pretty small about it. My good deeds to myself always seem to bring me down a bit. I was thinking that maybe I should have just dedicated a song that reminded me of them and let that tell the story I was trying to get across. Then I realized that whatever came from my heart is what they were supposed to hear. I realized that it doesn't matter what mark I've made on them, the point is to show what they've done to influence and shape me. I will continue to write for them cause I have a long way to go. So many awesome people have crossed my path. I've created a very long task. Life is very short, though. Be sure to let the people you love and care about know exactly how you feel. I don't go a day without telling my wife and daughter that I love them. Try not to hold grudges. Easier said than done, I know. The most rewarding part of life is love. Don't forget that. Till next time, I love you all, you're beautiful.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Well, it's that time of year again when pretty much every family has already blown their tax return and are looking for excuses to return joy to their lives. Look no further, we have Easter! What should be a huge triumph for the faithful has taken the path of Christmas and has gone commercial. Instead of celebrating the core of christian faith, the masses have turned the symbol of life to natures' biggest fornicator, the rabbit. I don't know about you but the rabbit hasn't a damn thing to do with Jesus, his sacrifices, and what he gave to the world and for us believers. Around my house, rabbits are merely pests that the coyotes feast on. The little bastards don't ever leave any candy on my doorstep but all of a sudden he magically takes on super powers to be at every mall in america to take the most expensive, pointless pictures known to man. Before you judge, the easter bunny never took any presidence in my house growing up so maybe I'm biased. I was never really sure of Santa's fat ass either cause we didn't have a chimney and I never heard a doorbell. Aside from that, I feel that it is time to stop glorifying fictitious things in celebration of our faith and Lord. On top of one of the biggest lies people push on their kids is the symbol of the egg on easter. I'm no scholar but I'm pretty sure rabbits don't shit out eggs to reproduce. Show me ANY animal that produces chocolate and I will be the best known animal farmer the world has ever known. Speaking of eggs, I'd like to meet whoever started bashing people over the head with hollow eggs filled with confetti and return every concussion I suffered enduring this traditional practice. I guess you can't have fun without some kind of punishment. The last thing I'd like to change is the label of "good" friday. There ain't a damn thing good about what that day represents unless you have front row seats to the pointless parades that we have to mark the darkest day of Jesus' life. So, I leave you with that as I go stand in line somewhere to find a basket with fake plastic grass and every diabetics nightmare. All in celebration of when the world created a chocolate egg shitting rabbit. Till next time...