SLIDE OVER BABY, HERE BY MY SIDE, I WANNA TAKE YOU ON A SLOW RIDE.
YOUR HISTORY SHOWS ON YOUR FACE, YEAH YOU'VE BEEN HURT, YOU'VE BEEN BETRAYED......... When life turns up the heat, I GO FISHING! Tonight is going to be a trolling escapade with my brother and Joel out on ol' Gun Lake! We are taking out the ol' Alumacraft and going for some of those big ol' Gun Lake Hogger Walleyes! Stand by for updates!
How about a slow ride (1.5mph trolling speed) for 6 hours with some ice cold beer and conversation waiting for those lines to peel off????
I'm one of those people that wake up and step out of bed and think "TODAY IS A GOOD DAY!" And today is no different! Sometimes, waiting is hard to do but all you have as a choice! HERE IS TO THE FUTURE!
Once again the mongoloid inefficient machine we call "big brother" rolls out another beautiful drooling turd performance!
Here's your stimulus check! Here's our media release! Just look at the last two of your social security number and your money will be direct deposited soon! Count on it!
OH WAIT! WE ARE RETARDED! IF you use H/R Block, Turbo Tax, or any process where filing fees are taken out, that will delay it by a couple of months....
If filing or preparation fees were deducted from your 2007 Refund or you received a rapid refund, you will be receiving a check instead of a direct deposit. Please see the Paper Check section of the Payment Schedule.
I almost drove the PRIMETIME van to Washington today to park her in the park fountain. I shouldn't be surprised however, as I have seen Big Brother. Performances like this give you a glimpse as to what he looks like. Imagine for me a small writhing creature tied into a chair with ripped linen and bedsheets. His head barely propped up against the chair by the stretched harnesses. The armrests, floor, and cushions covered in drool. This my friend, is BIG BROTHER!
Is it any surprise? NO! If you have ever been on a committee with more than one person you realize how hard it is to get things done. Imagine this many people trying to accomplish something!
I must be honest with you, I hate people that want to show me 486,672 pictures of their kids and especially when they think I am as excited about them as they are....I wouldn't expect you to care about my kids either. I don't want to be a soccer dad. I am however very proud of Jitters Jr and her first game today.(as well as her cousins!)
Here she is with her first hit in an exhibition game!
Man, no denying she is mine.....Look at her...So proud!
But we need to get to the meat of the issue here, the FLEECING OF AMERICA! It all revolves around this instrument here....Hang with me on this...
It wasn't long ago as I walked down the halls of Hudsonville High School with a heavy heart. It was THE DAY. You know what day I'm speaking of, that dreaded day where after tryouts the results were in and to be posted on a teacher's door of who made the team. Excitement raced through the school and within minutes, all who had tried out checked the door. As I staggered over I searched frantically up and down the list, and for two years in a row, my name was there. However, where this story changes is exactly what this post is about.
I recall that day as a Junior when I walked up to the door, scanned the list, and scanned it again, and again, and you guessed it, I DIDN'T MAKE THE TEAM! What a dissapointment. I thought I had become quite versed in keeping score and being a team motivator in the dugout albeit my play sucked....I still remember the feeling that day of pure hopelessness. It was one of my first lessons in life that I believe is so important.
Things have changed my friends. Now everybody makes the team. I was most puzzled today to see kids get up to bat and swing 3, 4, even ten times at the balls coming out of the pitching machine. I was even more surprised after the 12th swing by some of these kids to see the pitcher walk up six foot away and hand toss them three more balls to hit.....WOW!
I can still remember seeing this guy when I was growing up:
Growing up, I was puzzled by the veraciousness that he called me OUT and wondered if perhaps he was having a bad day. Today I realized how much that miserable bastard had actually taught me. NOT EVERYONE MAKES THE TEAM. IF YOU SUCK YOU WILL NOT BE SUCCESSFUL. STRIKE THREE? YOU'RE FIRED.
If I have learned anything in this life, it is the following:
DON'T TAKE IT TOO SERIOUSLY!
This shirt is exactly what I am talking about. Here are some other things I believe are CRUCIAL to life:
-If it breaks, and you fix it, and it keeps breaking, GET RID OF IT.
-Take a moment each day, if even right now, and step outside. STOP all the thoughts in your mind and take a deep breath. Inhale deeply. YOU ARE ALIVE.
-Bills and dirty dishes can wait but do not go away. Incidentally, neither do problems in your life you don't address.
-The most enjoyable things in life are not things, THEY ARE PEOPLE and experiencing life with them.
-You can touch people so deeply by showing them how special they are to you. The feeling you impart on them will be returned to you threefold when you see their smile and the look of amazement on their face.
-Rain on my face makes me happy. Only when I stopped worrying about getting wet from rain did I realize how peaceful it is....
In celebration of nine years, I brought it up a notch. And when you can't escape the kids for a GETAWAY then you bring the fancy restaurant here! I took time in selecting fresh cut flowers from the yard and setting the table with precision.
Soft music played in the background as we dined amongst the flowers.
The menu for this luscious evening consisted of the following:
Iceberg Romaine Cabbage Lettuce Salad with Strawberry Chardonnay Vinaigrette Dressing and Roasted Garlic Onion Toppings.
Charcoal and wood fired prime cut of Steak on the grill
The mood was set with the fragrance of flowers and the soft candlelight glow of the evening....
The entire evening raced by in what felt like 15 seconds.....We both sat on the porch and felt the warm spring air....Not a word spoken....Both satisfied with the eating, dancing, drinking, and loving................Sigh.
I must say that I always see this couple together and I can tell you that they are in love! They make a trek daily down to either Mcdonalds or the Whipper Dairy Treat Whirl down the street....I am so glad it's finally ICE CREAM TIME!
(you may recall this post from 2006, but it is very fitting for today! Our niner year wedding anniversary) This post is dedicated to my loving bride, wife, mother of 4 (5 counting me!)
Well, what can I say???To my sweetheart, my love, my friend....You care for our family so well.....You make our house a home......You exhibit Christ in so many ways........and we love you! (And you put up with all my niner b.s.)
THE LOVE STORY It all started in 1997 when I was working as a cop in a small town in midwest Michigan. I still remember the day I first saw her walk in the door. She was showing up as a new employee and was stopping by the department to get a photo taken for her new police i.d. You have to understand how small town po-po operate.....I was the only person around and had to take her picture. I still remember looking through the polaroid camera window and taking the picture. Well, as we got to know eachother we began to bond. I can still remember taking a call with my future wife. The call was a psycho woman who kept running out of her apartment, yelling in the halls, kicking at people's doors, then running back into her apartment. Well, the neighbors had their fill and called the police. It was 3 in the morning and they wanted something done. We knocked and knocked on that apartment door, the looniebird wouldn't answer. So we left. We hadn't been gone 5 minutes and dispatch sent us back. Ol' loonie started up her nonsense as soon as she saw us pull away. Once again, we knocked, and knocked......No way was she opening that door. So we devised a plan, I would hide in the hallway and my future wife would go get in the car like we were leaving. It wasn't 5 seconds from the time that ol small town police car was pulling out of the lot that Loonie's apartment door came busting open....I quietly radioed to my future wife to move on in. She parked the car and ran all the way back to assist me. You should have seen the look on ol loonie's face when I emerged from around the corner in the hall. I put her under arrest with my future wife's help. I then went to get the car. Ol loonie didn't like being under arrest. Not at all. I still remember seeing my future wife sitting on ol screamin/kickin loonie when I brought the car back. Before you knew it, we were walking down the aisle......May 1, 1999........soon came baby #1.......baby #2........baby #3...........and yep, baby #4.........FOUR BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!!!!!! Today makes 9 years later.....Happy Anniversary Baby! I surprised her yesterday with some long deserved new Jewelry and tonight is a Chef Jitters meal of wonder and wine....And a few other surprises!
