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!!!!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
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
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Random thoughts on Life and Love
My first post is one that is birthed from confusion, guilt, annoyance and love....and the randomness of a strange mind.
I have found myself in and out of love and lust over the past few years. Not always being able to decipher between the two and always ending up worse for the wear. What makes a man put himself through such pain?
Every relationship is built on trust in my opinion...I struggle with trusting people, I in turn, seem to struggle with deep, meaningful relationships due to the fact the I can't get past the trust issues that seem to follow me around. I do believe they stem from the fact that i believe everyone to be as full of..err un-trusting as me. Wow, not a very flattering picture of myself.....ignore that last part.
If I tell you that a pan is hot and you touch that pan anyway....should I feel bad?
My nephew Mason is 4 years old and awesome. I saw him this past weekend and he had two different friends over to play that were also 4, and I believe older then him. He was no less then 4 inches taller and probably out weighed them by 100 pounds!!! okay 10-12lbs. How sweet is that for my non-athletic, phone trading, chair sleeping, wonderful beard growing, full head of hair having brother? He is doing a very good job of teaching him how to catch a football!!!! Great job Bro!
I have found myself in and out of love and lust over the past few years. Not always being able to decipher between the two and always ending up worse for the wear. What makes a man put himself through such pain?
Every relationship is built on trust in my opinion...I struggle with trusting people, I in turn, seem to struggle with deep, meaningful relationships due to the fact the I can't get past the trust issues that seem to follow me around. I do believe they stem from the fact that i believe everyone to be as full of..err un-trusting as me. Wow, not a very flattering picture of myself.....ignore that last part.
If I tell you that a pan is hot and you touch that pan anyway....should I feel bad?
My nephew Mason is 4 years old and awesome. I saw him this past weekend and he had two different friends over to play that were also 4, and I believe older then him. He was no less then 4 inches taller and probably out weighed them by 100 pounds!!! okay 10-12lbs. How sweet is that for my non-athletic, phone trading, chair sleeping, wonderful beard growing, full head of hair having brother? He is doing a very good job of teaching him how to catch a football!!!! Great job Bro!
When and if I do have kids would it be okay for me to name my first son after a bible figure? I am really leaning towards Simon Peter....Prickett!
Do you ever really outgrow tag, capture the flag, or even red rover or do we just get lazy? Im leaning a little to the lazy side.
Funny story...
When I was 18 my sister Michele had a friend of hers named Karin. Now Karen had a 3-4year old girl whose name escapes me. Both Michele and Karen were single moms doing the best they knew how and my little bro and I had moved out and Karen and the nameless girl moved in. Well along the way this girl was asked if she knew who I was. Her response, though it was only one moment in time, would last what is now going on 17 years. She simply said Gerald. Gerald? Not Joel or Joe but Gerald. My bro, as he has become the king of, turned that into one of many nicknames. Gerald Clay Slickett!
My sister Sheila's favorite hobby through my 20's and Kevin's existence has been to "Pray and pray" for us both. God bless her for that because only the Big Guy upstairs knows how much we needed it. Though she has now defiled herself with the skin art of Satan, (that's Kevin's opinion) I love her and could never thank her enough!
Till next post God Bless,
Gerald Clay Slickett, Dickcheezee, Joel
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