Well it has been a while but I think I had better blog a little today. It will be very random for sure.
Have you ever felt like your the best faker in the world? You know you are able to be dying on the inside or in your heart but on the outside it would seem that life couldn't be better. I used to think I was good at that but I have realized that I am not. The only way I can pull this off is by being super ego guy....and for me that is most easily done by pouring myself into my work. So that's what I do.
Band-aid endings. I am a fan of band-aid endings but they sure can hurt. I recently had a bit of a band-aid ending and it is much more painful then I remember. Band-aid endings are, of course, when you just pull the band-aid off or end something "cold turkey." Usually something you have been holding on to even though you know eventually it has to end. I guess an ending is an ending....eventually. And as tough as it can be, I'm going to start choosing band-aid endings from here out.
I've never been a huge fan of summer. Usually after about 3 weeks I am ready to get back to work and get going on another new journey. This summer has been no different. I have had the chance to hang out with some dear friends a little bit but I am ready to start barking out orders again. lol
I was listening to a Christian radio sermon and the pastor quoted Tozer, and for the life of me I can't find it. The thought behind the quote was that when we are hurting and going through trials that God is using that time to build us, talk to us, mature us and grow us as Christians. Well I pray I'm growing leaps and bounds because there are times this past week I think I am only holding on by a thread. But I love you always Big Guy! You are my strength and my portion.
I guess like this blog it's time to move on. I haven't realized how much I have neglected some of my old friends and family the last year or two and I just want to tell you I am here for you...as much as I can be. I have no regrets only amazing memories and hope.....a lot of hope. God bless you! I know this blog was way more for me so thanks.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Softball
I love coaching softball. I honestly love everything about it i think. Oh sure, I whine about the sun and the wind and the rain. I often time speak ill of the long hours and 1000's of miles spent in a bus or on the road recruiting. I have even blamed softball for my "singleness". Softball is just a game, but the impact I get to have on young adults is overwhelming. Don't get me wrong, my impact is about 50/50 positive to negative, but it's an impact just the same.
I was sitting out at the field Friday night alone as the sun finished it's work and the stars clocked in for their shift, and I realized how at piece I was being there. We had our opening round regional tournament less then 12 hours later and I was anxious, nervous, excited, but at that time there was a piece. I pray a lot on the field, mostly for forgiveness for the foul words that just passed over my lips, but prayer is prayer. And we pray a lot as a team. Before and after games, dinners when we can, and sometimes we just pray against the enemy after a bad dream or preminition.
I love great effort and great plays. I love the smell of the grass and the pop of the leather. I love seeing the smiles on the faces when we win, and love sharing the pain of a loss. I love calling a squeeze and it working. I love yelling at the umpires when they screw up only to laugh with them about it later. I love early morning practice and late night bp under the lights. I love seeing a kid covered in dirt with a light dusting of blood. I love seeing first college homeruns and game winning hits. I love the lessons learned from losses and humility gained. I love the National Anthem being played at the start of a double header.
As you can see there is little about this game I don't somehow love. I think I may have married my mistress. haha We are in the regional Championship game today at 1pm. Winner goes to nationals. Keep us in your thoughts.
I was sitting out at the field Friday night alone as the sun finished it's work and the stars clocked in for their shift, and I realized how at piece I was being there. We had our opening round regional tournament less then 12 hours later and I was anxious, nervous, excited, but at that time there was a piece. I pray a lot on the field, mostly for forgiveness for the foul words that just passed over my lips, but prayer is prayer. And we pray a lot as a team. Before and after games, dinners when we can, and sometimes we just pray against the enemy after a bad dream or preminition.
I love great effort and great plays. I love the smell of the grass and the pop of the leather. I love seeing the smiles on the faces when we win, and love sharing the pain of a loss. I love calling a squeeze and it working. I love yelling at the umpires when they screw up only to laugh with them about it later. I love early morning practice and late night bp under the lights. I love seeing a kid covered in dirt with a light dusting of blood. I love seeing first college homeruns and game winning hits. I love the lessons learned from losses and humility gained. I love the National Anthem being played at the start of a double header.
As you can see there is little about this game I don't somehow love. I think I may have married my mistress. haha We are in the regional Championship game today at 1pm. Winner goes to nationals. Keep us in your thoughts.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Random
Oh it has been a while since I have blogged and I know you guys have all missed me so. I have a lot on my mind but no real organization so this is just going to be truly random.
We host, and play in our regional tournament this weekend starting Saturday at 9:30 and I am nervous, and excited, and ready. I always think of a line from armagedeon when the owen wilson character is gettig strapped into the space shuttle and he says "im like 90% excited and 10% scared, or maybe it's 90% scared and 10% excited, that's what makes it so intense." I'm not scared, I don't think. :) I do love to win though. Not so much for me but for the 17 girls who work for things like this all their little lives. Over-bearing dads, no summers for the past 10 years, travel from coast-to-coast to qualify for a tournament that ends up being just a battle of attrition. They are a unique group. I am proud of them and they always have an impact on my life. Thank you.
My Aunt Sandra passed aways this past week. My Uncle Lawrence passed about a month ago. Both were such unique people. Uncle Lawrence was always "older" in my eyes growing up so i was always to impatient to get to know him the way I probably should. He was married to one of the most amazing, beautiful, kind heartest woman of God that I have ever known. One thing you need to understand is i am not an extremely impatient man, nor was i as a child. But Uncle Lawrence could very well have been the most intentional talker I have ever met. He had stories for days about coal mines and california and his kids and karate and grand kids, to put it simply, he was never at a loss for words, once you got him going. Now unlike me, he didn't have to be the center of every conversation, he actually could sit there and say nothing for hours. But if you sat down to visit with him and ask him a question be ready for an answer. He was a good man and I love him.
Aunt Sandra....lake brownwood, wood floors, unique smell, amazing smile and spirit, beautiful, and asparagus. Thats what I think of when I think of aunt sandra. Now this my sound weird but its my blog so deal with it. Aunt sandra was the classic beauty as much as she was "hot". Now don't judge me, i didn't have some weird edipus syndrome type thing but she was always fit, always tan, always had great hair, always young. She always had the energy and enthusiasm of a cheerleader combined with a love for the Lord and life that made her amazing. She always made us eat asparagus when we would visit in the summer. I hated asparagus...a few months ago my buddy grilled some...it was amazing. I could have swam a whole lot more if she had only known this secret. She past this past Sunday, on monday I just found out about it and I walked by a swimming pool and that unique smell....was everywhere. I love her dearly.
Seriously, Stop judging me on the "aunt sandra was hot" thing. And I don't want to hear any mess from any of you at the next family reunion...which seems to be funerals these days.
Well, we just one our first game of regionals. We play about 4:00 against Midland. I am ready. Talk to you again soon.
We host, and play in our regional tournament this weekend starting Saturday at 9:30 and I am nervous, and excited, and ready. I always think of a line from armagedeon when the owen wilson character is gettig strapped into the space shuttle and he says "im like 90% excited and 10% scared, or maybe it's 90% scared and 10% excited, that's what makes it so intense." I'm not scared, I don't think. :) I do love to win though. Not so much for me but for the 17 girls who work for things like this all their little lives. Over-bearing dads, no summers for the past 10 years, travel from coast-to-coast to qualify for a tournament that ends up being just a battle of attrition. They are a unique group. I am proud of them and they always have an impact on my life. Thank you.
My Aunt Sandra passed aways this past week. My Uncle Lawrence passed about a month ago. Both were such unique people. Uncle Lawrence was always "older" in my eyes growing up so i was always to impatient to get to know him the way I probably should. He was married to one of the most amazing, beautiful, kind heartest woman of God that I have ever known. One thing you need to understand is i am not an extremely impatient man, nor was i as a child. But Uncle Lawrence could very well have been the most intentional talker I have ever met. He had stories for days about coal mines and california and his kids and karate and grand kids, to put it simply, he was never at a loss for words, once you got him going. Now unlike me, he didn't have to be the center of every conversation, he actually could sit there and say nothing for hours. But if you sat down to visit with him and ask him a question be ready for an answer. He was a good man and I love him.
Aunt Sandra....lake brownwood, wood floors, unique smell, amazing smile and spirit, beautiful, and asparagus. Thats what I think of when I think of aunt sandra. Now this my sound weird but its my blog so deal with it. Aunt sandra was the classic beauty as much as she was "hot". Now don't judge me, i didn't have some weird edipus syndrome type thing but she was always fit, always tan, always had great hair, always young. She always had the energy and enthusiasm of a cheerleader combined with a love for the Lord and life that made her amazing. She always made us eat asparagus when we would visit in the summer. I hated asparagus...a few months ago my buddy grilled some...it was amazing. I could have swam a whole lot more if she had only known this secret. She past this past Sunday, on monday I just found out about it and I walked by a swimming pool and that unique smell....was everywhere. I love her dearly.
Seriously, Stop judging me on the "aunt sandra was hot" thing. And I don't want to hear any mess from any of you at the next family reunion...which seems to be funerals these days.
Well, we just one our first game of regionals. We play about 4:00 against Midland. I am ready. Talk to you again soon.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sounding Smart!
Here is a little blog about sounding smart.
As a college coach and "instructor" I get to hear a lot of different people talk everyday. We have meetings, "coffee and conversation" and an overwhelming amount of "all-oc" emails. These different events all involve professionals in education. So here goes.
Now I would like to preface the following rant by saying I am not very smart. I love correcting people and really enjoy acting smart but in actuality, I am just your average genius with a little bit of life experience. :) And by the way, for emphasis, I really do love correcting people.
Earlier this semester we had a new employ join our wonderful little family and, as so many new employees feel the need to do, he had to come address the athletic department. Besides being an inexperienced dork, this gentleman also had a bit of a...how do you say it, feminine side. Now I don't have a problem with that but the guy is 6'4, 400lbs and at first site reminded me of fat Albert, including his lack of confidence. (enough judging) I say all of that to tell you this. He continually referred to our group as "you all!" I don't mean he said it once or twice, this goofy son-of-a-biscuit said it 45 times if he said it once. At what point does the fact that "you" is also plural come into play here. I understand not wanting to say, in the middle of West Texas, "Y'all," because you wouldn't want anyone here to think you were just a normal Texan. But to continually say "you all" in your little feminine, slightly high pitched voice is ridiculous and it DID NOT make him seem smarter!
Now I feel I have to tell you what this guys first form of discipline is going to be in his area. I remind you that like me, Mr. Youall is dealing with 18-21 year old college students in the year 2010. If you haven't had a run-in with this age group lately, you are more blessed then you know. So Senior Youall says that on first offense these young people will recieve a stern lecture from him. Yes, that's right, STERN! And with blank looks on "our all" faces he went on to say that, "I have a special gift of making young people feel really, really guilty!" Yes, you read that reiteration correctly!! Really, REALLY guilty! Oh how I used to embrace this discipline philosophy. It took me back......to a time in grade school.........
fantasy 3rd grade, early 1980's
"Joel, you didn't do your spelling homework?" "No Mrs. Ferguson," with down trodden eyes. "Why not?" "I don't know?" (translation..I am LAZY!) "Well Joel I am really disappointed in you and sad that you didn't do your homework." "I am so sorry Mrs. Ferguson, I feel so guilty! It will never happen again?" and then we settled everything with a hug!
NOT A CHANCE!!!!
real 3rd grade story......"Joel, you didn't do your spelling homework?" "No Mrs. Ferguson" with "oh poop" eyes. "out in the hall Mr. Prickett!" POP-POP-POP "Now you are going to do it during recess." "Yes I am!"
Guilty.....are you kidding me? That would be like a presidential pardon from a death sentence. What a philosophy, and it works with a lot of parents as well these days. I think Oprah teaches it. Or is it Mr. Phil? Dr. Bill? I don't know, the only Dr. that ever got my attention was Dr. RUTH!!!!!!! lol
Next topic....sounding smart!
Have you ever noticed that by simply arranging your words in a different order that you can indeed sound smarter? As well as adding the word "indeed." If your response was, "I didn't know that." Maybe you should try this instead, "I knew that not!" There you go, you immediately sound smarter. I like to think of it as the King James rule with a little hint of Yoda. some examples..
I couldn't find it in the desk. vs In the desk, it could not be found.
I don't know. vs I know not.
I like this burger. vs I like this burger INDEED.
You are doing better. vs (you guessed it)You are doing better INDEED.
You don't need to do that. vs You need not do that.
Do not ask about Kevin's beard. vs Ask not about Kevin's beard.
I had many more examples of this style of faking smart, but they have since left my mind! (oh snap, since is a good word as well.....oh snap, not so much.)
Well, I would love for you to put a few of your "easy smart" tips down for the rest of us.
As a college coach and "instructor" I get to hear a lot of different people talk everyday. We have meetings, "coffee and conversation" and an overwhelming amount of "all-oc" emails. These different events all involve professionals in education. So here goes.
Now I would like to preface the following rant by saying I am not very smart. I love correcting people and really enjoy acting smart but in actuality, I am just your average genius with a little bit of life experience. :) And by the way, for emphasis, I really do love correcting people.
Earlier this semester we had a new employ join our wonderful little family and, as so many new employees feel the need to do, he had to come address the athletic department. Besides being an inexperienced dork, this gentleman also had a bit of a...how do you say it, feminine side. Now I don't have a problem with that but the guy is 6'4, 400lbs and at first site reminded me of fat Albert, including his lack of confidence. (enough judging) I say all of that to tell you this. He continually referred to our group as "you all!" I don't mean he said it once or twice, this goofy son-of-a-biscuit said it 45 times if he said it once. At what point does the fact that "you" is also plural come into play here. I understand not wanting to say, in the middle of West Texas, "Y'all," because you wouldn't want anyone here to think you were just a normal Texan. But to continually say "you all" in your little feminine, slightly high pitched voice is ridiculous and it DID NOT make him seem smarter!
Now I feel I have to tell you what this guys first form of discipline is going to be in his area. I remind you that like me, Mr. Youall is dealing with 18-21 year old college students in the year 2010. If you haven't had a run-in with this age group lately, you are more blessed then you know. So Senior Youall says that on first offense these young people will recieve a stern lecture from him. Yes, that's right, STERN! And with blank looks on "our all" faces he went on to say that, "I have a special gift of making young people feel really, really guilty!" Yes, you read that reiteration correctly!! Really, REALLY guilty! Oh how I used to embrace this discipline philosophy. It took me back......to a time in grade school.........
fantasy 3rd grade, early 1980's
"Joel, you didn't do your spelling homework?" "No Mrs. Ferguson," with down trodden eyes. "Why not?" "I don't know?" (translation..I am LAZY!) "Well Joel I am really disappointed in you and sad that you didn't do your homework." "I am so sorry Mrs. Ferguson, I feel so guilty! It will never happen again?" and then we settled everything with a hug!
NOT A CHANCE!!!!
real 3rd grade story......"Joel, you didn't do your spelling homework?" "No Mrs. Ferguson" with "oh poop" eyes. "out in the hall Mr. Prickett!" POP-POP-POP "Now you are going to do it during recess." "Yes I am!"
Guilty.....are you kidding me? That would be like a presidential pardon from a death sentence. What a philosophy, and it works with a lot of parents as well these days. I think Oprah teaches it. Or is it Mr. Phil? Dr. Bill? I don't know, the only Dr. that ever got my attention was Dr. RUTH!!!!!!! lol
Next topic....sounding smart!
Have you ever noticed that by simply arranging your words in a different order that you can indeed sound smarter? As well as adding the word "indeed." If your response was, "I didn't know that." Maybe you should try this instead, "I knew that not!" There you go, you immediately sound smarter. I like to think of it as the King James rule with a little hint of Yoda. some examples..
I couldn't find it in the desk. vs In the desk, it could not be found.
I don't know. vs I know not.
I like this burger. vs I like this burger INDEED.
You are doing better. vs (you guessed it)You are doing better INDEED.
You don't need to do that. vs You need not do that.
Do not ask about Kevin's beard. vs Ask not about Kevin's beard.
I had many more examples of this style of faking smart, but they have since left my mind! (oh snap, since is a good word as well.....oh snap, not so much.)
Well, I would love for you to put a few of your "easy smart" tips down for the rest of us.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Heroes and Auto Biographies
It seems that I have so much to say that I blog about every six weeks. Wow I am super interesting. Well, It's that time again so here it goes....more random thoughts about life, love and sarcasm. My heroes list is at the bottom.
I have realized that over the past few months that people heal and hurt at different rates and levels. I once thought of myself as a pretty tough guy even though everyone around me knows I am a big titty....i mean teddy bear...especially the hairy part. (Genetics, so don't give me the whole "gag" sound because I have hair on my back. It's not like I ordered it or something. It's different then having a bad hair cut or wearing a hideous sweater or over-doing your make-up. It's the way the big guy made me so back off!)
Anyway, back to the healing and hurting. I had an epiphany of sorts when a person recently said how bad they felt that I was hurting. They had hurt and started the "healing" process already but me, I was a little behind. I realized that crying when your hurting emotionally isn't a sign of weakness but a sign that you loved someone enough, and in the right way that it hurts. (not talking about the regret crying here.) And that sometimes the fear we feel when we lose someone, relationship or death, comes from the fact that they loved us in such a great way that we fear we may never feel that love again. I know this is not some super revelation for all of you but for me it is.
Over the past 24 months I have lost many people to one of the above reasons. And at times I find myself struggling with that loss. Relationships end, even really good ones because they just aren't what God has in store for you. I have had people I love move on to better things and I myself move on...or try to. I have lost several great friends and uncles to death and the one thing that I have come to learn through all of this loss is this.....Love never ever dies! Again, a revelation to me.
The love my mom and dad had for me still lives in me and through me. The love Leon and Uncle Jimmie and Lenora had for me still brings me warmth. My mom has been watching over me from above now for some 18 years and my daddy 20. And still to this day I can see my mom's smile and hear her laugh. I feel her joy and love for life and the courage she had as she battled with cancer. I can still smell my dad and see his eyes and his sexy tighty-whitey's. I feel his stubborn, loving, sometimes illogical ways everyday...especially when I talk to my brother. I just think it's amazing that real LOVE will never die.
My first love was a girl named AnnA. Great girl and really smart, that's probably the reason she kicked me to the curb. But we both realized that maybe we weren't meant for each other, but it didn't take anything away from the love we felt, and still feel, for each other. I guess the slap-you-in-the-face obvious point is the fact the GOD is LOVE. Period. And God never ever dies! Hallelujah!
Moving on......
I have always tried to see my life as a book, an auto-biography if you will. Now I realize that is probably a little self-centered, but I am a really self-centered person so it would stand to reason then I guess. The title of my book will be Gerald Slickett the over comer. Forward by Dick-cheezee.
For the few of you that read this blog don't for a second think that I feel my life is hard, or ever really has been hard. I honestly feel like that is what ever persons auto biography could be titled, minus the Gerald Slickett and Dick-cheezee. Isn't that what life is all about? We are faced with challenges and we either overcome them, or they overtake us. So my book would began....
Chapter 1 The 2nd most perfect baby was born on the 2nd day after Christmas. (coincidence?)
Chapter 2 My first true love....Jackie (a pig)
Chapter 3 Living through itchy, slightly snug shirts and worn out shoes.
Chapter 4 Lessons in finance...a family legacy.
Chapter 5 Christmas surprises! or My brother the nerd! (unbutton that button)
Chapter 6 Chicken and Dumplings...it's not your fault.
Chapter 7 Dealing with death
Chapter 8 A lot of people go to college for 7 years....
Chapter 9 My Passion begins!
Chapter 10 The Chris and Joel experiment...give me a bottle....
Chapter 11 Finding the one true Peace...
The book is still going but you get the idea.
After my mom and dad died I remember telling Kevin to look at life like your book and let this chapter be the part where people say, "wow, he overcame so much." I often forget how tough that time was on Kevin. He was so young and such a puss already. I told him once, though I doubt he remembers, that he could be as big a foul up as he wanted and people would forgive him because, "his parents died when he was so young." or he could be an amazing over comer. He may have slipped like the rest of us along the way but Brotha...I think you are an amazing over comer...and a pretty cool nerd now!
Since I am certain that you have stopped reading this by now I would like to give a quick shout to my heroes...
Carol Elizabeth Prickett, my moms as the brotha's say. She was it and if you knew her you know what I am saying.
Bobbie Joe, daddy. The belt would sting on occasion but you were the toughest man I have ever known.
Sheila for taking care of our family. You are amazing!
Michelle I don't give enough credit and we don't always see eye to eye but you are a great lady with a great work ethic.
Tracy for fighting and loving and mom-ing and forgiving and helping save my brother from a life of white-trash.
Stacy Edgar- my childhood hero and still one of the most influential people in my life, and he doesn't even know it. If he called and said "lets do this" i would be there tonight. You will always be my Danny White and I....I will always be your Drew Person! I have always wanted to make you proud.
Bruce Speegle- for giving me advice, loving me for me, and being the one man I know that can't wait to see me again. I love you!
Matt Ritchie for all the unselfish, giving, loving things you have done for the past 25 years.
President Obama, you too are an amazing man. lol Okay that was just a lie....but if he understands anything it is lying!!!!
I have realized that over the past few months that people heal and hurt at different rates and levels. I once thought of myself as a pretty tough guy even though everyone around me knows I am a big titty....i mean teddy bear...especially the hairy part. (Genetics, so don't give me the whole "gag" sound because I have hair on my back. It's not like I ordered it or something. It's different then having a bad hair cut or wearing a hideous sweater or over-doing your make-up. It's the way the big guy made me so back off!)
Anyway, back to the healing and hurting. I had an epiphany of sorts when a person recently said how bad they felt that I was hurting. They had hurt and started the "healing" process already but me, I was a little behind. I realized that crying when your hurting emotionally isn't a sign of weakness but a sign that you loved someone enough, and in the right way that it hurts. (not talking about the regret crying here.) And that sometimes the fear we feel when we lose someone, relationship or death, comes from the fact that they loved us in such a great way that we fear we may never feel that love again. I know this is not some super revelation for all of you but for me it is.
Over the past 24 months I have lost many people to one of the above reasons. And at times I find myself struggling with that loss. Relationships end, even really good ones because they just aren't what God has in store for you. I have had people I love move on to better things and I myself move on...or try to. I have lost several great friends and uncles to death and the one thing that I have come to learn through all of this loss is this.....Love never ever dies! Again, a revelation to me.
The love my mom and dad had for me still lives in me and through me. The love Leon and Uncle Jimmie and Lenora had for me still brings me warmth. My mom has been watching over me from above now for some 18 years and my daddy 20. And still to this day I can see my mom's smile and hear her laugh. I feel her joy and love for life and the courage she had as she battled with cancer. I can still smell my dad and see his eyes and his sexy tighty-whitey's. I feel his stubborn, loving, sometimes illogical ways everyday...especially when I talk to my brother. I just think it's amazing that real LOVE will never die.
My first love was a girl named AnnA. Great girl and really smart, that's probably the reason she kicked me to the curb. But we both realized that maybe we weren't meant for each other, but it didn't take anything away from the love we felt, and still feel, for each other. I guess the slap-you-in-the-face obvious point is the fact the GOD is LOVE. Period. And God never ever dies! Hallelujah!
Moving on......
I have always tried to see my life as a book, an auto-biography if you will. Now I realize that is probably a little self-centered, but I am a really self-centered person so it would stand to reason then I guess. The title of my book will be Gerald Slickett the over comer. Forward by Dick-cheezee.
For the few of you that read this blog don't for a second think that I feel my life is hard, or ever really has been hard. I honestly feel like that is what ever persons auto biography could be titled, minus the Gerald Slickett and Dick-cheezee. Isn't that what life is all about? We are faced with challenges and we either overcome them, or they overtake us. So my book would began....
Chapter 1 The 2nd most perfect baby was born on the 2nd day after Christmas. (coincidence?)
Chapter 2 My first true love....Jackie (a pig)
Chapter 3 Living through itchy, slightly snug shirts and worn out shoes.
Chapter 4 Lessons in finance...a family legacy.
Chapter 5 Christmas surprises! or My brother the nerd! (unbutton that button)
Chapter 6 Chicken and Dumplings...it's not your fault.
Chapter 7 Dealing with death
Chapter 8 A lot of people go to college for 7 years....
Chapter 9 My Passion begins!
Chapter 10 The Chris and Joel experiment...give me a bottle....
Chapter 11 Finding the one true Peace...
The book is still going but you get the idea.
After my mom and dad died I remember telling Kevin to look at life like your book and let this chapter be the part where people say, "wow, he overcame so much." I often forget how tough that time was on Kevin. He was so young and such a puss already. I told him once, though I doubt he remembers, that he could be as big a foul up as he wanted and people would forgive him because, "his parents died when he was so young." or he could be an amazing over comer. He may have slipped like the rest of us along the way but Brotha...I think you are an amazing over comer...and a pretty cool nerd now!
Since I am certain that you have stopped reading this by now I would like to give a quick shout to my heroes...
Carol Elizabeth Prickett, my moms as the brotha's say. She was it and if you knew her you know what I am saying.
Bobbie Joe, daddy. The belt would sting on occasion but you were the toughest man I have ever known.
Sheila for taking care of our family. You are amazing!
Michelle I don't give enough credit and we don't always see eye to eye but you are a great lady with a great work ethic.
Tracy for fighting and loving and mom-ing and forgiving and helping save my brother from a life of white-trash.
Stacy Edgar- my childhood hero and still one of the most influential people in my life, and he doesn't even know it. If he called and said "lets do this" i would be there tonight. You will always be my Danny White and I....I will always be your Drew Person! I have always wanted to make you proud.
Bruce Speegle- for giving me advice, loving me for me, and being the one man I know that can't wait to see me again. I love you!
Matt Ritchie for all the unselfish, giving, loving things you have done for the past 25 years.
President Obama, you too are an amazing man. lol Okay that was just a lie....but if he understands anything it is lying!!!!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Very Random today
I haven't taken the time to blog lately but I have a lot on my mind. I had a chance to be with my family and friends over the break and I must say that I have gotten a little spoiled. I know that once school starts I really will not have any extnded break again until next Christmas. I do love what I do though and wouldn't trade it for very many things.
Life...
Life to me is like a roller coaster. Though I am a fairly level-headed guy I still find myself in ups and downs. One minute im relishing in the fact that I am single and kid-less, and free to do what I want. The next I am envying Kevin, Jim Bob and my cousin Stacy. I love being aroung kids and women, for a while, and then my "free spirit" starts to get cabin fever. I'm not some kind of womanizer or "playa" by any stretch of the imagination. I just dont mind, and sometimes enjoy being alone. Over Christmas my sister and good buddy Robi heard me whine about a situation seperatly but both had the same response..."you have been single too long." It wasn't the "too long" like hurry and get married it was just that my mindset and patience warranted that response.
So I guess who I am is who I am. I have, at times, felt that something were wrong with me for not being married yet. I am certain I could have "popped the question" a few times in my life and would have been sitting here now, relatively happy beating my kids and having my wife fix me a snack. (That's just a joke...easy out there.) But it never felt right or blah blah blah. So I enjoy being me. Battling the struggles of being a God-fearing single man who is way more sinner than Saint and giving bad advice to my friends on their marriage and how to raise their kids....its a hobby of mine. So for now I'll just keep trying to get in line with God's plan for me and see where it takes me.
Love...
I do believe I am truly lazy when it comes to matters of love. I have this incredible habit of "loving" the impossible. Too old, too young, too married or engaged, over the years I have found my self drawn to impossible relationships like Tim Tebow to the camera. It's like a magnetic force. Tim needs to see his face and hear his voice and point to the heavens....I need to fall for someone I will not, for whatever reason, have little chance of a real future with and point to the heavens as well.
Speaking of Tebow and indirectly the Florida Gators, will you guys please make sure that if I have a little indigestion and need to call 911 that it makes ESPN. I only thank heaven that this "SUH" character for Nebraska is a senior or we would have to hear another year of Craig "helicopter dad" James and Herbstriet talk about and mildly stroke this guy for another season. Anyway, back to love...
I still know nothing about it. I am certain about a few things...fear of being alone is not love. If that makes sense to you then you have been there before. It is not a reason to hold on, to marry, or to keep from doing what you know you should do. With that, I will leave the love section alone, sure to revisit again next time.
Sarcasm...
I love Tim Tebow. That, my friends, is SARCASM! I think Obama is the best President of all time. Again my friends, sarcasm. I have come to realize that most of my family and friends communicate, like me, in sarcasm. The inate problem with this form of communication is when you want to be series, some people don't realize it.
I also have come to realize that I love quick wit humor. Many of my family and friends are great at it...and I must say that I am not bad. But the art and ability of coming back with a ridiculiosly funny comment, without hesitation or thought, makes for some of the funniest times in my life. Now feelings will get hurt so be fore-warned, but the side-splitting laughter that often accompanies a good quick comeback is worth it. Here is a short list of those I would like to give props to:
Kevin- grass-hopper has taught the teacher
Tracy- If she wasn't as sweet and didn't worry about hurting peoples feelings, she might be one of the best.
Rachel Ritchie- great young mind.
Brandie Row- There was a time where she was on her way to the top. Still a great artist.
Ken Jacome- great baseball mind...great quick wit
Addy Lucero- pain in the ass but great wit-ster
Mike Calk- College buddy, possible the true king.
Honorable mentions-Jim Bob, Sheila, Amanda Tinkly, Angel Castro, Micah, and Micheal Ritchie.
I know this list is special so those of you who strive to be on it..keep working and stay fresh. Repeating another persons work is not that funny.
Well That will close this session. I will try to do a little more bloggin for those that read it. I do enjoy the release. Next up I believe I will be talking about heros. God watch over you.
Life...
Life to me is like a roller coaster. Though I am a fairly level-headed guy I still find myself in ups and downs. One minute im relishing in the fact that I am single and kid-less, and free to do what I want. The next I am envying Kevin, Jim Bob and my cousin Stacy. I love being aroung kids and women, for a while, and then my "free spirit" starts to get cabin fever. I'm not some kind of womanizer or "playa" by any stretch of the imagination. I just dont mind, and sometimes enjoy being alone. Over Christmas my sister and good buddy Robi heard me whine about a situation seperatly but both had the same response..."you have been single too long." It wasn't the "too long" like hurry and get married it was just that my mindset and patience warranted that response.
So I guess who I am is who I am. I have, at times, felt that something were wrong with me for not being married yet. I am certain I could have "popped the question" a few times in my life and would have been sitting here now, relatively happy beating my kids and having my wife fix me a snack. (That's just a joke...easy out there.) But it never felt right or blah blah blah. So I enjoy being me. Battling the struggles of being a God-fearing single man who is way more sinner than Saint and giving bad advice to my friends on their marriage and how to raise their kids....its a hobby of mine. So for now I'll just keep trying to get in line with God's plan for me and see where it takes me.
Love...
I do believe I am truly lazy when it comes to matters of love. I have this incredible habit of "loving" the impossible. Too old, too young, too married or engaged, over the years I have found my self drawn to impossible relationships like Tim Tebow to the camera. It's like a magnetic force. Tim needs to see his face and hear his voice and point to the heavens....I need to fall for someone I will not, for whatever reason, have little chance of a real future with and point to the heavens as well.
Speaking of Tebow and indirectly the Florida Gators, will you guys please make sure that if I have a little indigestion and need to call 911 that it makes ESPN. I only thank heaven that this "SUH" character for Nebraska is a senior or we would have to hear another year of Craig "helicopter dad" James and Herbstriet talk about and mildly stroke this guy for another season. Anyway, back to love...
I still know nothing about it. I am certain about a few things...fear of being alone is not love. If that makes sense to you then you have been there before. It is not a reason to hold on, to marry, or to keep from doing what you know you should do. With that, I will leave the love section alone, sure to revisit again next time.
Sarcasm...
I love Tim Tebow. That, my friends, is SARCASM! I think Obama is the best President of all time. Again my friends, sarcasm. I have come to realize that most of my family and friends communicate, like me, in sarcasm. The inate problem with this form of communication is when you want to be series, some people don't realize it.
I also have come to realize that I love quick wit humor. Many of my family and friends are great at it...and I must say that I am not bad. But the art and ability of coming back with a ridiculiosly funny comment, without hesitation or thought, makes for some of the funniest times in my life. Now feelings will get hurt so be fore-warned, but the side-splitting laughter that often accompanies a good quick comeback is worth it. Here is a short list of those I would like to give props to:
Kevin- grass-hopper has taught the teacher
Tracy- If she wasn't as sweet and didn't worry about hurting peoples feelings, she might be one of the best.
Rachel Ritchie- great young mind.
Brandie Row- There was a time where she was on her way to the top. Still a great artist.
Ken Jacome- great baseball mind...great quick wit
Addy Lucero- pain in the ass but great wit-ster
Mike Calk- College buddy, possible the true king.
Honorable mentions-Jim Bob, Sheila, Amanda Tinkly, Angel Castro, Micah, and Micheal Ritchie.
I know this list is special so those of you who strive to be on it..keep working and stay fresh. Repeating another persons work is not that funny.
Well That will close this session. I will try to do a little more bloggin for those that read it. I do enjoy the release. Next up I believe I will be talking about heros. God watch over you.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thoughts on Love, Love Lost, dogs and facebook.
So here I am and it's Monday. You know I have never been one of those guys to dread Monday. Never had a "case of the Mondays." I love my job and when I'm not working I actually don't know what to do with myself unless I go see my good ol' boys back home. My sister Sheila, you may know her better as Satan's canvas, once told me of a clinical diagnosis for people who dread Monday so bad that come Sunday they pretty much go into depression. Of course I can't remember what she called it but it has always stuck with me. I say that because one of my really good friend's wife may suffer from that particular "disease" but I love her just the same.
So my best friend's dog got his hiney whipped by a cat today! Baxter Maples is his name, the pride of the Maples clan, and every since they took his manhood....he has really turned to a puss. His master sent me a text out of no where today to let me know my favorite canine was handed a whipping by a feline. Reminded me of a lot of my male friends these days. ;)
I have never really liked dogs much and I strongly dislike cats. I have a theory that there is a strong correlation between the pets and number of pets you have to your true social status. Oh you may be in at a higher socio-economic level but your true social status is another thing all together. And cats stink....A LOT!
Love lost...oh what mess. I have often been called a man afraid of commitment. The easel, Matt, Sheila's husband, calls me a free spirit. I don't think its a bad thing necessarily but it does make sense why I'm 35 and not married. I think, however, that it's not the fear of commitment but more the fear of loss. I have given my heart to a couple of women in my life and it never feels good when it's over. It's never easy, it's never fun and sometimes it's no one's fault. Sure love is a gamble, but to really do it right it seems to me that you have to be "all in" or what's the use. So the question I ask myself is this...am I ever going to go "all in" or just sit around and be blinded out? Time will tell.....until then I'll keep looking for the right hole cards.
Today a complete stranger stopped me, I was rocking out to a little eminem as I had just finished my first workout in about 4 weeks, and said "you seem so happy, you don't see that much." I told her to shut the hel...just kidding, I said thank you and informed her that I was indeed happy. I am for the most part a happy person. I don't have a lot of bad days I think partly because of luck and partly because it seems that bad days are just a choice you make and it makes no sense to me to choose to have a bad day. I tell all my teams, and I try to live it myself, to make some body's day better everyday. It's so easy to smile, say hi, make eye contact, plant a big fat french kiss on someone..(beware of that last one, it can occasionally backfire.) But in reality life really isn't that bad is it? I love God, I love to love, I love helping people, and I love all these things because I am extremely selfish! When I love I feel amazing! euphoric I think is the word. As you can tell, I never loved vocabulary or spelling though...not euphoric to me...not at all.
Too many people in this world would change places with me in a heart beat. Great friends, great family, great church that I have been missing lately, great looks and a great hair. How could I ever choose to have a bad day?
Lastly, facespace....I will dabble into that one at a later time.
Thursday I am supposed to go dancing and a concert with some old friends. All I can say to this is a stolen, slightly altered quote by dane cook, "screw girls tonight guys, all I want to do is DANCE!!!"
Signing off,
Gerald C. Slickett, Mr. D. Cheezee
So my best friend's dog got his hiney whipped by a cat today! Baxter Maples is his name, the pride of the Maples clan, and every since they took his manhood....he has really turned to a puss. His master sent me a text out of no where today to let me know my favorite canine was handed a whipping by a feline. Reminded me of a lot of my male friends these days. ;)
I have never really liked dogs much and I strongly dislike cats. I have a theory that there is a strong correlation between the pets and number of pets you have to your true social status. Oh you may be in at a higher socio-economic level but your true social status is another thing all together. And cats stink....A LOT!
Love lost...oh what mess. I have often been called a man afraid of commitment. The easel, Matt, Sheila's husband, calls me a free spirit. I don't think its a bad thing necessarily but it does make sense why I'm 35 and not married. I think, however, that it's not the fear of commitment but more the fear of loss. I have given my heart to a couple of women in my life and it never feels good when it's over. It's never easy, it's never fun and sometimes it's no one's fault. Sure love is a gamble, but to really do it right it seems to me that you have to be "all in" or what's the use. So the question I ask myself is this...am I ever going to go "all in" or just sit around and be blinded out? Time will tell.....until then I'll keep looking for the right hole cards.
Today a complete stranger stopped me, I was rocking out to a little eminem as I had just finished my first workout in about 4 weeks, and said "you seem so happy, you don't see that much." I told her to shut the hel...just kidding, I said thank you and informed her that I was indeed happy. I am for the most part a happy person. I don't have a lot of bad days I think partly because of luck and partly because it seems that bad days are just a choice you make and it makes no sense to me to choose to have a bad day. I tell all my teams, and I try to live it myself, to make some body's day better everyday. It's so easy to smile, say hi, make eye contact, plant a big fat french kiss on someone..(beware of that last one, it can occasionally backfire.) But in reality life really isn't that bad is it? I love God, I love to love, I love helping people, and I love all these things because I am extremely selfish! When I love I feel amazing! euphoric I think is the word. As you can tell, I never loved vocabulary or spelling though...not euphoric to me...not at all.
Too many people in this world would change places with me in a heart beat. Great friends, great family, great church that I have been missing lately, great looks and a great hair. How could I ever choose to have a bad day?
Lastly, facespace....I will dabble into that one at a later time.
Thursday I am supposed to go dancing and a concert with some old friends. All I can say to this is a stolen, slightly altered quote by dane cook, "screw girls tonight guys, all I want to do is DANCE!!!"
Signing off,
Gerald C. Slickett, Mr. D. Cheezee
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