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Thursday, February 26, 2015

42 Year Old Virgin

As I entered the room,  I saw her standing against the wall.

I stared at her in the dim light.

It was cool and the there was a scent in the air that swept the room.

She could tell I was nervous but didn't make any mention of it.  She just sat there and didn't say anything because she didn't was to change the mood.

I moved over to touch her.  She was cold and hard,  I got excited as I touched her and moved her over to put her in the right position.  I could tell this wasn't her first time as she moved without hesitation.

Not confident in the amount of time I'd have with her, I wanted to make sure I used every second of it.

We talked as I bowed over her.  Actually, I did most of the talking.

As others started to come into the room we let it be known that we were there together.

Our alone time was over and from that point on our Worlds had changed forever.

At least mine had.

My first time.

The CrossFit Open 2015



Friday, February 20, 2015

Sockin it to em.

I live in an area that could be considered country.  Who are we shitting, it is country.  I mean when deer are eating out of your backyard and the local post office is no bigger than a bedroom, that's country.  I don't have a problem with it, honestly the peace and quiet is great.  Kids can play without be hit by cars.  Neighbors are acres away.  It's nice.  Country living is nice.  There is an area called the Cowboy Capital of the World, really I'm serious.  Look it up.  Google it Bitch.  Don't try me.

I have a few loves in my life.  T, the 4 C's, our pets, my custom Nanos, MYSELF and MYSELF can go anywhere except in front of the C's or T.  Now when I say "Love Myself" it's not in that way. Gutterminds.

Oh,. I also love SOCKS.  I have loved socks for years now.  I can recall a conversation with Todd (ClubbyDubby-CrossFit badass) who is like family, years ago.  NO WHITE SOCKS.  Trash them all.  Only black.  With that it was "Kids, I have some socks to pass down."  I have all kinds, colors and lengths.

Those are just a few of my socks.  I have many many more.  I buy socks.  I even look in the ladies department for knee socks.  Why should the women get all the cool shit?  So in a larger city near where we live no one really says shit or stares at my crazy socks and so called weird attire.  Get closer to where we are living and people look like I just walked off a ship.  A SPACESHIP.  I don't mind.  Farmers and old people.  They are used to black and white tv still.  

This is where it gets interesting.  That place I told you about "Cowboy Capital of the World", yeah the place where they ride horses to the store.  Oh shiznizzles boy they give the look like......

"You ain't from round here boy!
Are You?"

Socks speak volumes about a personality.  In my opinion.  Conversation starters.  Now with my man Todd, he wears black socks I beleive but no would look at his massive muscle assed self if he had crazy shit on.  They see me walk into a post office up the street and the small town folk are like

"Lock the doors and windows, here comes that
boy in those colorful stockings" 

What I'm saying is that in my judgmental, opinionated, straight- foward, open-minded nitwitted half brained self is that no one should ever worry about what anyone thinks.  Socks, other clothing, parenting skills, medical choices, workout styles etc.....

Sock the Fuck up and enjoy life.  Enjoy the day you had yesterday.  Enjoy it for today.  Enjoy what tomorrow may bring.  Who the Sock cares what the hell you do? 




Thursday, February 19, 2015

When a year goes by

February 19th, 2014

In a bed at Kennestone Hospital,  I remember refusing to pee while I lie there.  Who the fuck pees laying down.  Unless wearing a diaper I'm not having that.  I got up, stood up and peed in the bottle.

Now a year later and removed from Georgia (not by the police - this time) we can look at the events that occurred in a number of ways.  We can be sappy and get emotional, nah that's bullshit and we've done that before.  We can be mellow and straight laced and lay out nothing but the facts.  Shit the facts are this I had a seizure and they removed a tumor.  Hey, lets all cry.  Nah.  Lets all laugh, but I'm usually the only one that thinks my shit is funny.

Screw it.  Here is what I'll do.  I have some Foo Fighters in my ears as I type this.  I've been naughty language free in recent posts but lets forget that shit.  Let's all breathe and all say FUCK at the same time.  Feels good right?

So, everyone that knows me has a pretty good understanding that I am agnostic and that is something that has pulled at me over the course of my adult life.  I don't know who to thank or what to believe but I was so unhappy and stressed at a dead end job.  I had been searching for a job for so long in either Florida or Texas and then it all happened.  I can remember the sour cries of others as I ate my homemade fish tacos that made the office stink. So what, fish smells get over it.  I talked to T on the phone, then from memories that I will never recall, I face planted on the grossest, nastiest floor in the history of floors.  Think interstate rest stop floors.  Think concert porta potty floors.  Think football..OK you get my point. The reason I started this was to say, the seizure was my way out of that prison.  Yeeeee damn Haw.

I've learned a lot in the past year.  Now do I call this an Anniversary?  Do I call it a celebration of another year lived?  I didn't even realize today was "THE DAY" until saw a few messages.

I had a seizure, some shit was pulled out of my head and some hot woman by the name of Brenda stapled me back up again.  The past year has brought changes and challenges.  I have added family to our core of 6.  I have found out who is there for you and who is not.  Trust me you wouldn't guess some of the people that are on which side.  A cousin I talked mad shit about, came to my side. I have met so many NEW people since moving that are awesome.

I get crazy headaches which is ok, at least I don't get major aches and pains in my ass.  Or balls.  I have a weird looking scar on my head, but I'm ok with that too.  I tell people I was overhead squatting like 250lb's on a weak bar and it broke on my head.  I get to take cool naps in a machine where music plays, my mri's.  I help support vampires across the World by giving blood monthly.  Oh shit, can't forget the awesome Chemo I take orally, don't take the word oral out of context.  And the glowing green color I have when you see me is not from the crazy clothes I wear or my socks, it's from all of the radiation.

So let's say FUCK IT, realize Fuck is just a word.  If you are crying about me using the word FUCK then well shit, I'm sorry.

Have a #BetterThanDying day and like a wise man told me

"Don't look behind, Look Ahead" - Bobby Brooks



Sunday, February 8, 2015

Looking behind to get ahead

What do you get when a hypocrite and a bully walk in the door of a business at the same time?  

OK. I promised myself that I wouldn't go back into the past and talk about that horrible joke. 

So much has gone on in almost exactly a year and I am no longer looking in the past in anger or revenge but in search of knowledge and examples of how I can make the future a brighter and much happier place. 

I have had several influences turned mentors come to the surface since last February and most of are considered family now. 

Something big is going to be happening in the next few months and I am so honored to have so many of the aforementioned mentors on my side.  With my new project I am looking to make a huge splash.  

Can people look back?  Yes.

Can we choose to not look back?  Yes.

Looking back is a choice we can make and we can figure out how to use what we see in our personal rear view mirror.

I'm choosing to take quick glances behind me while speeding ahead and making new choices and maybe falling off track a time or two but no one that ever had success at something new did it with no stumbles or falls.

Stick with me and see what happens.



Monday, January 12, 2015

Post It Note To Myself

Last March when I heard the words "You have Brain Cancer", I knew things had to change.

I had to change the way I lived my life from eating and taking care of my body, mind and spirit but I had also realized that I needed to change the way I looked at things.

Simple things that always bothered me.  Things that the kids did or didn't do.  The way they eat or don't.  Fighting with each other.  What they watch.  What they wear.  Things that don't affect anything if we do our job as parents.  I could go on and on with a list of things but the fact is that the 4 C's are my (and T's) kids and I don't really give a shit what they do as long as they are still my kids.

Keeping that mindset has been the hardest for me to remember and stick to.  I still get wrapped up in the little bullshit.  Why?

Why is the word that always creeps back into my head.

So I have reset my brain and I will go back to what I personally call CrossFit Parenting.  When things get hard, I will step back, look at what is happening and then GO.  Like trying to lift a bar and it  having too much weight on it.  Step back and remove some and go again.

As circumstances with my life and T and the C's get going too fast then I will remember to pace myself.  Like in CrossFit, someone has to come in last.  Well, I can go slower and still get done what is best for my family. No matter how long it takes.

Kids do what kids do.  An 11, 9. 8 and 5 year old are going to do crazy shit and flip it upside down and do it again and the next time it will be completely different.  Why question it, why question them?

Parenting is the never ending CrossFit Wod of life.  It's not for time.  It's not how many rounds can you finish.  It's the lessons of Unthinkable and Unknowable that will stay with us a lifetime.

TWO people are raising OUR kids and WE know what's best and we adapt and change as the days go by.

I gotta lace em up and get rolling.  Time for me to inhale and exhale.




Thursday, January 1, 2015

It's Time

2014 was a year filled with craziness.  

But, take note.

2015 is going to be a year of change.

2015 is going to be a year of hard work, dedication and desire.

It's not about fancy words.  It's not about what is said or what is written.

It's about what is DONE! 

A lot of awesome things are going to happen in 2015.


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Thursday, December 11, 2014

I had my moment.

We all have our own little "DAMN AUTOCORRECT" moments and I had mine just the other morning.  Thank goodness it was a text sent to my wife T.

Usually every morning it's a given that I take Lenox (our Boxer) out before I head out to CrossFit.  Well he was hacking and throwing up the other morning and I still got him out so he could do his business.

I was leaving and at the stop sign in the front of the neighborhood, I decided to leave T a text message but it was faster for me to speak it then type it.  Before I show you what I sent her, after some time in CrossFit I got back in the car and looked at my phone.  I had a message from her that read......

"OK keep your dick in your pants please ;)"

What the hell. I was like, dick in my ok.

Went home and looked at T and asked her why the smart ass text messages this morning?

Then she proceeded to tell me about my text to her in the morning.

So Lenox corrects to dick. Lesson learned.



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