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.


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