Happy Friday people!!! We just got back from a road trip to North Carolina to see my Brother and his family. We rode out 12 hrs straight, 4 deep, in the Boo (that would be my way of sayin Malibu...sounds much sweeter to me). "Oh, there can't be more than one brown 79 Malibu?" That's what my boy Dee said when the bouncer wouldn't let us in the club one night!!! Now that's a whole nother story, Lol!! Anyway, we were PACKED in there, I MEAN PACKED!!! You know how it is when you are little, you gotta bring your pillow, your blanket (even though it's 85-ish the whole way), your teddy bearsssssss, your gamesssss, your dvd, your DS, and your just in case too!!! Plus my little ones are still in boosters, which is total crap by the way! When I was little, I woulda been layin down the whole way, no booster, and no seat belt either!!! Although we were usually ridin out in a van that had just a huuuur more room than the Boo! Did I mention that the kids had to ride with the cooler between them too? I burned all kinds of music to listen to and as I have told you all before, I love to just cruise. The driver isn't all cluttered up with a bunch of shit, just a big ass coffee and cds which all fit neatly in the map pocket! The poor front passenger, let's just say that's definitely NOT the best seat in the house!!!! Ditty asked me if I wanted her to drive, but I wasn't giving up my plush accommodations. We leave Friday at 6:00am and plan to get to my Brother's at about 6:00pm that evening. I must say, it is a pretty scenic ride after you get through Ohio (GO BLUE you Buckeye BITCHES!!!! LMAO)! West Virginia and Virginia are just beautiful! Coming out of Virginia into North Carolina has got to be some of the most beautiful countyside ever. As a matter of fact I saw a bunch of bumper stickers that said, "Virginia is for lovers"...unless I read it wrong and it said "Vagina", LMAOOOOO, my bad, couldn't pass that up! I mean that is for lovers too!!! Thank God for the bumpy hook ups on the shoulder, cuz I may have went off a cliff looking "down in the valley, valley sooooo low"!
Ok, so we finally get there and pretty much on schedule too. We are gettin settled in, and my Brother fires up the grille. We are all starving, well except the kids, the excitement is just tooo much for them! They are CRAZYYYYY excited to see each other! After we eat, me and my Brother start shootin hoops with the kids and messin around with em. We get a little game going, the Kids vs Me and Chizz. We try to let em win, but if you keep missin your opportunity, we gotta beat you...little or not!!!! We let em steal the ball, some bad passes, bad shots, and even miss rebounds (I mean DAMN we got at least 2 feet on all 3 of em)! So we beat em, YESSSSSSSS!!!!! That's right, WE WIN!!! No here's a "participation ribbon", you tried and you are a winner too! How bout this, "You can't beat us, we're just toooo big, toooo strong, and toooo sweet for you!" Which leads me in to my main story.
So I drove 12hrs straight. My back is a little tight, but I figure hey, let's play a little Horse Chizz. I mean we did already whip the kids and now they are discouraged and we are feelin good cuz we are the CHAMPS!!! We are both pretty competitive! I really don't know anyone who is gonna turn down a Horse challenge anyway. By the way, doesn't it suck when you get HO, and then everyone talks shit? So we start playin and we both have an "H", I figure I gotta step my game up, couple of crazy shots, a reverse dunk (rim adjusted to 9ft of course) and I'm feelin sweet!!! I tell my Brother, "I'm about to hit a 360 on your ass!" He tries to warn me, but I don't listen! As long as I can remember, my Brother has kept me outta trouble, looked out for me, and is probably the reason I'm still alive...Thanks Chizz, if I never thanked you, love you! I back up, couple of dribbles, and then make my move! I take to the air, the rotation is feelin pretty as hell too, and then BONKKKKKKKKK!!!!! Packed by the rim, ANDDDD blow my back out too. You lucked out Chizzle cuz you woulda been HO after that!!! The next day we are havin a BBQ and Chizzle asks his boy if he can bring me some muscle relaxers...Praise the Lord, he does! By Wednesday, I'm in tip top shape boyyyyy and we take the kids to the pool. just me, him, and the 3 kiddies. We tell them we have 1 hour because we had just got back from a 2 hour ride from the ocean. There are 3 other people at the pool, a Mom and her 2 little girls. They stay for a bit, we asked them to take a picture of all of us and then they shake. Now, we have the pool all to ourselves. We look at the clock and it's getting pretty close to the hour mark. Now, another Mom comes with her 2 little ones. I look at the clock and decide to start talkin shit about racing my brother one lap across the pool. He says, "Jeff, No, I'm not racing you!" Of course I start telling the kids he can't beat me in no realllll shit, if it's not a video game he's hit, and that's why he won't race me!!! Now he is making his way to the starting block though, he will hardly ever turn down a challenge, ESPECIALLY if you talk shit!!! He says, "How bout we just race the width of the pool?" I tell him, "Chizz, by the time we dive in, we are gonna be half way across anyway!!" He says, " Dive in?" I said, "Yeah dude, come on." So we get down to the one end and we debate for a minute on proper form of how to start. Michael Phelps style of course, well, just short of the flip-a-roo on the other side because both of us could possibly pass out from 2 laps! I tell the kids, watch for the winner and you gotta say on your mark, get set, go! This Mom there with her 2 little ones is smiling at us like we are crazy, maybe so, but we are always having fun! The kids call it out...and we're off, neither of us swim great above water so we stay under as long as possible. As I come up and turn my head to my left, we are neck and neck half way through the race. I say to myself, "GO, get them arms movin!" To be honest, I didn't know my arms could move that fast, I was like a fine oiled machine. The only problem was the finely oiled "younger machine" was next to me and I could see he was inching ahead! When I say inching ahead, I mean it! We were SOOOO close, but I could see he was gonna get me, so at the last minute...I tried to grab him with one arm and grab the wall with the other!!! I was able to give him a sweet scratch on his chest, but definitely lost. I heard his son say, "Daddy, you won! and heard both of my little ones say, "Uncle Kevin won!" So I did what any fierce competitor would, Blamed that shit on my bad back!!!! HELLLLLOOOOOOOO, that's legit!!!!! I had to take muscle relaxers, DUHHHHH!
I think that you have to keep competing, keep doing things you would in your youth, and KEEP talking shit too!!! I'm 35 years old, but I promise I don't act it! Maybe by the time I'm in my 80's I'll act like I'm 35-40, I don't know. I might shit myself or wet the bed, but I'm still gonna talk shit and act like I'm half my age! You gotta keep acting young, the kids have it right...That's why they're always smiling!!! Your Boy JC, and I'm out!!!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
4th of July Jump In The Lake With Your Clothes On
There is nothing like a nice hot sunny 4th of July day...when you get the urge to jump in the lake. Yes, I said jump in the lake. That's what I did today. I went to my sister Carol's house. She lives right on Lake St. Clair, not too far from New Baltimore. There is always lots of fun going on at her house during the summer months. She and her hubby, Rick have been welcoming hosts to everyone, throughout the years. Today was no exception. There we were, eating, drinking, laughing and soaking up the sun....
Well it got pretty hot, and I began to sweat. I forgot my bathing suit. I said to myself, "so what, if my clothes get wet...they'll dry" (why just the other day, my granddaughter said, "the sun can dry your hair, grandma") I figure now, the sun can dry my clothes, too. Off the chair I go! Jumped right in the lake, clothes and all. I meet Carol there (she had her swimsuit) Karen, my niece and David, my nephew....they all had their swimsuits on, too!
Oh what a free spirit feeling (almost like being naked ... one could swim that way also, but there were just too many people around for that.)
Meanwhile, my sis' floaty is floating off her dock waiting for another passenger. I swim to it. My clothes are dragging me down a little bit. Eventually, I reach the floaty I encounter a little difficulty trying to climb aboard. I call for some assistance to push my "big ol' booty" over the side and onto the officially named, Rest & Relaxation Station Floaty. Carol pushed, Karen pulled, we all laughed so hard that the "big ol' booty" with clothes on, barely made it.
Finally aboard the Rest & Relaxation Station Floaty, we're doing just that. Restin' and relaxin', floatin' and a talkin', when my nephew David says with a shiver and a chill, "Aunt Lin, I'm freezing?" I say, "Well, honey, that's because you ain't got no clothes on".
So don't worry about getting your clothes wet on a nice hot day. The sun will dry them eventually. In the meantime, if you're cold, they just might keep you warm.
Happy 4th of July, Everyone....LKC
Well it got pretty hot, and I began to sweat. I forgot my bathing suit. I said to myself, "so what, if my clothes get wet...they'll dry" (why just the other day, my granddaughter said, "the sun can dry your hair, grandma") I figure now, the sun can dry my clothes, too. Off the chair I go! Jumped right in the lake, clothes and all. I meet Carol there (she had her swimsuit) Karen, my niece and David, my nephew....they all had their swimsuits on, too!
Oh what a free spirit feeling (almost like being naked ... one could swim that way also, but there were just too many people around for that.)
Meanwhile, my sis' floaty is floating off her dock waiting for another passenger. I swim to it. My clothes are dragging me down a little bit. Eventually, I reach the floaty I encounter a little difficulty trying to climb aboard. I call for some assistance to push my "big ol' booty" over the side and onto the officially named, Rest & Relaxation Station Floaty. Carol pushed, Karen pulled, we all laughed so hard that the "big ol' booty" with clothes on, barely made it.
Finally aboard the Rest & Relaxation Station Floaty, we're doing just that. Restin' and relaxin', floatin' and a talkin', when my nephew David says with a shiver and a chill, "Aunt Lin, I'm freezing?" I say, "Well, honey, that's because you ain't got no clothes on".
So don't worry about getting your clothes wet on a nice hot day. The sun will dry them eventually. In the meantime, if you're cold, they just might keep you warm.
Happy 4th of July, Everyone....LKC
Friday, June 24, 2011
What's on Your Mind?
You know it's funny, I have all these thoughts in my head but sometimes I sit down to write something and I just can't seem to get it right. It's like I write 2 sentences, delete, 2 sentence, delete...etc. So then I try to think of a title for what I'm going to write and when I do, it gives me some kind of direction. All of a sudden, I'm FURIOUSLY 2 fingerin this keyboard! All my thoughts seem to come out right, at least to me. So here's what I got for you tonight.
Like I told you in my last blog, I definitely believe in God. I believe that there has to be a higher power. Bear with me a minute, this isn't going to be me preachin, it's just the set up for my thought. When there is something that is weighing on my mind, I turn to God. I am not an overly religious person by any means, but I do say a prayer almost every night. I try to go to church to set a good example for my kids, but I don't believe that you HAVE to go to church to have a good relationship with God. After all, I listen to "Devil Music"! As a matter of fact, I just came up on some Motley Crue tickets, so I'll be shoutin at the devil Wednesday! Shit, I've seen Ozzy with and without Black Sabbath countless times, Slayer, White Zombie, Pantera, Marilyn Manson, every other bad influence, make you kill yourself, and sacrifice an animal band you can think of.
I started teaching my kids the "Our Father" and also "Hail Mary". After we say those prayers, I start to say a prayer that my Mom taught me to say when I was little. Me and my younger Brother shared a room growing up and if you asked us to recite a prayer, we would probably say just about the same thing. It would DEFINITELY start the same... Dear God, thank you for this day...I basically just thank God for everything I have, I guess I don't really ask for much and if I do, it's something that means a whole lot to me. I happened to be talking to my Brother a couple of weeks ago while I was headed to a party and we got started talking about this. Now my brother believes in goals, direction, plans, and having a destination more than anyone I personally know. Now, I started writing a book awhile ago and what made me start writing it was a post on Facebook that said, "I am a happy endings kind of person". I believe that everything will work out and for me it always does! I told him what my kids said they were thankful for and proceeded to tell him that I attribute my outlook on life to the way that WE pray. He said he had read somewhere that when you pray you should pray what you are thankful for. I am not trying to say there is a right or a wrong way to pray, DEFINITELY not!!! I do however attribute that things work out for me in life the way I want because of the way I pray. In my opinion, God gives you free will and opportunity, what you do with it is your business. With all my heart I believe you can have anything you put your mind to. You do however, HAVE to have a destination or a goal. so I don't think that it's God blessing me with all this "good fortune". There are a lot more deserving people, I'm sure. I believe YOU make your own "good fortune". This is the thought that was most interesting to me though. Things always work out for me and all these opportunities arise in my life, but these are the SAME things I thank God for EVERY night. When I told my Brother that I thank God for all the opportunities in my life, he said, "Me too Jeff, word for word!" I think your mind is SO powerful and if you say something over and over and over, whether it be the form of a prayer or in the form of a goal, consciously or sub-consciously you work toward it and DO achieve it!
All of these self help books and get rich books say the same things, just in a different way. The one thing they have in common though are goals and repetition. If you tell yourself over and over again that you don't deserve something in your life, you don't! Ultimately, consciously or sub-consciously you make that thought so. If you say things like that don't happen to me, they don't! It's not because you didn't or don't have the opportunity, it's because you didn't or don't take your chance on the opportunity to make it so. On the other hand, if you say, hey I deserve this...it ALWAYS seems to work out! Tell me I'm wrong and I'll holler BULLSHIT! If something is constantly on your mind, whether it be good or bad, I believe it WILL come to pass!!! So just what is it that's in the back of your mind? I know what's on mine! Go ahead and muuuurinate on that for a minute? Your Boy JC...and I'm out!
Like I told you in my last blog, I definitely believe in God. I believe that there has to be a higher power. Bear with me a minute, this isn't going to be me preachin, it's just the set up for my thought. When there is something that is weighing on my mind, I turn to God. I am not an overly religious person by any means, but I do say a prayer almost every night. I try to go to church to set a good example for my kids, but I don't believe that you HAVE to go to church to have a good relationship with God. After all, I listen to "Devil Music"! As a matter of fact, I just came up on some Motley Crue tickets, so I'll be shoutin at the devil Wednesday! Shit, I've seen Ozzy with and without Black Sabbath countless times, Slayer, White Zombie, Pantera, Marilyn Manson, every other bad influence, make you kill yourself, and sacrifice an animal band you can think of.
I started teaching my kids the "Our Father" and also "Hail Mary". After we say those prayers, I start to say a prayer that my Mom taught me to say when I was little. Me and my younger Brother shared a room growing up and if you asked us to recite a prayer, we would probably say just about the same thing. It would DEFINITELY start the same... Dear God, thank you for this day...I basically just thank God for everything I have, I guess I don't really ask for much and if I do, it's something that means a whole lot to me. I happened to be talking to my Brother a couple of weeks ago while I was headed to a party and we got started talking about this. Now my brother believes in goals, direction, plans, and having a destination more than anyone I personally know. Now, I started writing a book awhile ago and what made me start writing it was a post on Facebook that said, "I am a happy endings kind of person". I believe that everything will work out and for me it always does! I told him what my kids said they were thankful for and proceeded to tell him that I attribute my outlook on life to the way that WE pray. He said he had read somewhere that when you pray you should pray what you are thankful for. I am not trying to say there is a right or a wrong way to pray, DEFINITELY not!!! I do however attribute that things work out for me in life the way I want because of the way I pray. In my opinion, God gives you free will and opportunity, what you do with it is your business. With all my heart I believe you can have anything you put your mind to. You do however, HAVE to have a destination or a goal. so I don't think that it's God blessing me with all this "good fortune". There are a lot more deserving people, I'm sure. I believe YOU make your own "good fortune". This is the thought that was most interesting to me though. Things always work out for me and all these opportunities arise in my life, but these are the SAME things I thank God for EVERY night. When I told my Brother that I thank God for all the opportunities in my life, he said, "Me too Jeff, word for word!" I think your mind is SO powerful and if you say something over and over and over, whether it be the form of a prayer or in the form of a goal, consciously or sub-consciously you work toward it and DO achieve it!
All of these self help books and get rich books say the same things, just in a different way. The one thing they have in common though are goals and repetition. If you tell yourself over and over again that you don't deserve something in your life, you don't! Ultimately, consciously or sub-consciously you make that thought so. If you say things like that don't happen to me, they don't! It's not because you didn't or don't have the opportunity, it's because you didn't or don't take your chance on the opportunity to make it so. On the other hand, if you say, hey I deserve this...it ALWAYS seems to work out! Tell me I'm wrong and I'll holler BULLSHIT! If something is constantly on your mind, whether it be good or bad, I believe it WILL come to pass!!! So just what is it that's in the back of your mind? I know what's on mine! Go ahead and muuuurinate on that for a minute? Your Boy JC...and I'm out!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Make Em Bleed Grandpa, but Please Don't Judge
Sorry it's been a while, but I prefer to write when I have something to say. I don't want to just write to write, and I'm sure you can appreciate that. It has been quite some time though so I have a quick story about my kiddies and then I have something else I want to talk about too. So with out further a do, the blogging ninja, JC (getting pretty full of myself from all the compliments and junk =D!).
So Saturday, my Dad and I took my little ones fishing. My daughter will be 6 in August and my Son will be 5 in August as well. They are real close like my Brother and I. They love to fish. We usually just fish off the dock with worms so they catch a gang of fish. They drop their lines in off my Dad's dock and pull em in one after another. They have really been wanting to go on the boat though and my Dad always lets them drive! THEY LOVE THAT! So we head out about a half a mile from my Dad's house to the HONEY HOLE. Speaking of which, when I was probably about 13-14, my Dad bought this used fishing boat and the dude said, "That engine is a reallllll honey!" It ended up being this big joke, cuz it would make some crazy noises and my Dad would always say, "It's a honey!" while we were fishing. LOL. Back to the story though. So we get out there and my Dad doesn't cast but 3 or 4 times and he's got one. A NICE Small Mouth!!! I'm in the back of the boat just itchin to fish, but like any good Dad (Damn, I'm gonna break my arm pattin myself on the back tonight!) would, I'm gettin em rigged up. My Dad and I are fishin with the lure we always fish, and I brought a dozen night crawlers for the kids. Stilllllll gettin em rigged up when my Dad says, "There he is!" I give em a, "Woooooooooo Sonnnnnnn!!!" Just like Jimmy Houston would. I finally got em rigged up and no sooner do I cast and the kids are tangled up. I put my rod down, get the kids untangled and try to cast again when my Daughter says, "Daddy, I lost my worm." Now my Dad is feeling bad cuz the fish are hittin and he knows I want to fish, so he says he'll take care of it, but I tell him, "I got it Pop." Finally, I'm fishing, and we are definitely ON THE FISH. Fishing off the boat for Small Mouth with worms and bobbers though is not the most productive way to catch em, so the kids are getting bored. Me and Pop though, we are hammering em!!! Nice fish too, most of em like 3-4lbs. My daughter starts saying, "I'm hungry Daddy, I'm STARVING Daddy, can we go back in Daddy?, How bout we go in and eat and then come back out?, Grandpa, can I drive the boat?" So I give any GOOD fisherman's response (Maybe I should take one of those "Good Dad" pat on the backs back!), "Few more casts honey!" The kids turn on the radio and start playing with the glove box, they think it looks like an oven. Of course like any great little imagination would, they need a "pot" and something to cook in the oven. Makes sense! So my Daughter says, "Daddy can I cut the worms up with the scissors?" I say, "T, why would you want to do that?" Her response is, "Well, can I at least squeeze the stuff out of em?" LMAO, sorry to all my P.E.T.A. homies!!! Don't worry we catch, mame, and release. We know those fish can't help that they are fish!!! Not 5 minutes later, my Dad catches another one and my sweet little girl says, "Make em bleed Grandpa!!!" LMAOOOO!!! I said, "T!!!!" We couldn't help but to CRACK up. We figured they had enough for the day and headed back in and of course, Grandpa let them have turns driving us back in! Great day!
Ok, I'm not trying to push my beliefs about God on anybody. If you believe in God, great, if you don't that's your business. I for one do, I believe there definitely has to be some higher power. Yesterday, I had a good conversation about God, so I thought I would share it with you. You need to know how it came about though. A guy I used to work with passed away yesterday. God, may Wayne rest in peace! Now, while I worked with him, his son committed suicide. After that, he was a mess! I can't even begin to imagine the pain that would cause, nor do I want to imagine that. It made me think though, why is it that some people have to deal with all this tragedy and some people seem to skate through life just like it should be? I had asked this question to a guy I work with a week or so ago, who has got 25 years on me. His response to me really made me think though, SOMEHOW, there are always 2 ways to think of things. He said, "Since Wayne lost his Son, he had given up on life, so maybe that's God's way of putting his soul at peace." I passed the word along about Wayne's passing and that's what brought the conversation on.
We got to talking about Wayne and I shared my Co-worker's wisdom about the situation and the conversation went on from there. We got started talking about how judgemental society has become. Everything is so blown out of proportion. I shared a story about my kids' school. They go to a private school which is actually connected to a Baptist church. Now, I am not Baptist, I am Catholic, but they teach the kids stories about Jesus and just God in general. They don't push the Baptist way on them, they just teach them about God, which is important to me! Here is the story though, and this is not some jab at Baptist people at all!
One of the teachers got pregnant out of wedlock. They fired her! What??? I have to be honest, I really lost some respect for the school. These are people that are supposed to be "of God", right? Who are they to judge? Now, they did hire her back. However, that was probably for fear of a lawsuit...got to cover your judgemental ass, right? Here is someone who did her job well and was an asset to the school. Instead of being seen that way, she was judged for her situation and let go. We are so quick to judge somebody and we shouldn't. Just like you don't know my situation, I don't know yours. In my business, you can NEVER judge a book by it's cover. Selling cars, I have been taught this time and time again! I wish I could say that I am never judgemental, but obviously, I can't. I will say that I consciously try not to be though. People seem to love the drama and the negativity. I guess I'm not trying to be part of all that. That's all you see on the news, all you hear on the radio, and why "The Good News News" would never make it! Just try not to be so judgemental. If you know the whole story...I guess you can have an opinion, but how often do you know the whole story? Is it really your place anyway? To me it seems a whole lot easier to judge someone for how they treat YOU personally and not get involved it the rest of the drama!!! Peace, love, and hair grease, Your Boy JC!
Ps. P.E.T.A. homies, don't judge my sweet little sugar for squeezin the stuffing out of a worm, LMAOOOO!!!! =D!!!
So Saturday, my Dad and I took my little ones fishing. My daughter will be 6 in August and my Son will be 5 in August as well. They are real close like my Brother and I. They love to fish. We usually just fish off the dock with worms so they catch a gang of fish. They drop their lines in off my Dad's dock and pull em in one after another. They have really been wanting to go on the boat though and my Dad always lets them drive! THEY LOVE THAT! So we head out about a half a mile from my Dad's house to the HONEY HOLE. Speaking of which, when I was probably about 13-14, my Dad bought this used fishing boat and the dude said, "That engine is a reallllll honey!" It ended up being this big joke, cuz it would make some crazy noises and my Dad would always say, "It's a honey!" while we were fishing. LOL. Back to the story though. So we get out there and my Dad doesn't cast but 3 or 4 times and he's got one. A NICE Small Mouth!!! I'm in the back of the boat just itchin to fish, but like any good Dad (Damn, I'm gonna break my arm pattin myself on the back tonight!) would, I'm gettin em rigged up. My Dad and I are fishin with the lure we always fish, and I brought a dozen night crawlers for the kids. Stilllllll gettin em rigged up when my Dad says, "There he is!" I give em a, "Woooooooooo Sonnnnnnn!!!" Just like Jimmy Houston would. I finally got em rigged up and no sooner do I cast and the kids are tangled up. I put my rod down, get the kids untangled and try to cast again when my Daughter says, "Daddy, I lost my worm." Now my Dad is feeling bad cuz the fish are hittin and he knows I want to fish, so he says he'll take care of it, but I tell him, "I got it Pop." Finally, I'm fishing, and we are definitely ON THE FISH. Fishing off the boat for Small Mouth with worms and bobbers though is not the most productive way to catch em, so the kids are getting bored. Me and Pop though, we are hammering em!!! Nice fish too, most of em like 3-4lbs. My daughter starts saying, "I'm hungry Daddy, I'm STARVING Daddy, can we go back in Daddy?, How bout we go in and eat and then come back out?, Grandpa, can I drive the boat?" So I give any GOOD fisherman's response (Maybe I should take one of those "Good Dad" pat on the backs back!), "Few more casts honey!" The kids turn on the radio and start playing with the glove box, they think it looks like an oven. Of course like any great little imagination would, they need a "pot" and something to cook in the oven. Makes sense! So my Daughter says, "Daddy can I cut the worms up with the scissors?" I say, "T, why would you want to do that?" Her response is, "Well, can I at least squeeze the stuff out of em?" LMAO, sorry to all my P.E.T.A. homies!!! Don't worry we catch, mame, and release. We know those fish can't help that they are fish!!! Not 5 minutes later, my Dad catches another one and my sweet little girl says, "Make em bleed Grandpa!!!" LMAOOOO!!! I said, "T!!!!" We couldn't help but to CRACK up. We figured they had enough for the day and headed back in and of course, Grandpa let them have turns driving us back in! Great day!
Ok, I'm not trying to push my beliefs about God on anybody. If you believe in God, great, if you don't that's your business. I for one do, I believe there definitely has to be some higher power. Yesterday, I had a good conversation about God, so I thought I would share it with you. You need to know how it came about though. A guy I used to work with passed away yesterday. God, may Wayne rest in peace! Now, while I worked with him, his son committed suicide. After that, he was a mess! I can't even begin to imagine the pain that would cause, nor do I want to imagine that. It made me think though, why is it that some people have to deal with all this tragedy and some people seem to skate through life just like it should be? I had asked this question to a guy I work with a week or so ago, who has got 25 years on me. His response to me really made me think though, SOMEHOW, there are always 2 ways to think of things. He said, "Since Wayne lost his Son, he had given up on life, so maybe that's God's way of putting his soul at peace." I passed the word along about Wayne's passing and that's what brought the conversation on.
We got to talking about Wayne and I shared my Co-worker's wisdom about the situation and the conversation went on from there. We got started talking about how judgemental society has become. Everything is so blown out of proportion. I shared a story about my kids' school. They go to a private school which is actually connected to a Baptist church. Now, I am not Baptist, I am Catholic, but they teach the kids stories about Jesus and just God in general. They don't push the Baptist way on them, they just teach them about God, which is important to me! Here is the story though, and this is not some jab at Baptist people at all!
One of the teachers got pregnant out of wedlock. They fired her! What??? I have to be honest, I really lost some respect for the school. These are people that are supposed to be "of God", right? Who are they to judge? Now, they did hire her back. However, that was probably for fear of a lawsuit...got to cover your judgemental ass, right? Here is someone who did her job well and was an asset to the school. Instead of being seen that way, she was judged for her situation and let go. We are so quick to judge somebody and we shouldn't. Just like you don't know my situation, I don't know yours. In my business, you can NEVER judge a book by it's cover. Selling cars, I have been taught this time and time again! I wish I could say that I am never judgemental, but obviously, I can't. I will say that I consciously try not to be though. People seem to love the drama and the negativity. I guess I'm not trying to be part of all that. That's all you see on the news, all you hear on the radio, and why "The Good News News" would never make it! Just try not to be so judgemental. If you know the whole story...I guess you can have an opinion, but how often do you know the whole story? Is it really your place anyway? To me it seems a whole lot easier to judge someone for how they treat YOU personally and not get involved it the rest of the drama!!! Peace, love, and hair grease, Your Boy JC!
Ps. P.E.T.A. homies, don't judge my sweet little sugar for squeezin the stuffing out of a worm, LMAOOOO!!!! =D!!!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
HairTime - A Poem
When we were born, and so brand new
Our head covered with hairs, just a few
Fuzzy and furry, brown blond or black
It's color there, but not yet true
First year hair cut, so fresh, so new
Parents save first locks and baby's first shoe
Times pass, hair grows
It gets whacked, hacked and styled
Everyone it seems, at it has a go
Dad, then Mom, hairdresser Vinny
Then finally the barber named Joe
As you get older hair grows on your legs
Grows on your toes, sometimes out of your ears
Even grows out of your nose
It also grows in places we can't say....
For now we'll just let that part lay
Shoulder length, dreadlocks
Mohawk, hair dye
Mom says, "Oh my God" her expressive MaMa sigh...
Thinking to herself, " at least, the kids not high"
Braided hair, long long ponytail
Purple plattes, zebra streaks
When Dad sees it, he clearly freaks
Says, "Kid ya' gotta change that weird looking bob
'Cause, ya' won't get hired for that high paying job"
Oh oh... my hair, it's falling out
And did I mention, it's turning gray
Now what should I do?
A red bandana, a hat...okay a wig for today
I used to have a handsome mane
But now I confess, I do use rogaine
If your body were a garden, it would be first class
"Cause there would even be hair growing on your...
You guessed it....Where the sun don't shine
So ends this hair raising poem of mine
:) LKC (with a little help from MJC)
Our head covered with hairs, just a few
Fuzzy and furry, brown blond or black
It's color there, but not yet true
First year hair cut, so fresh, so new
Parents save first locks and baby's first shoe
Times pass, hair grows
It gets whacked, hacked and styled
Everyone it seems, at it has a go
Dad, then Mom, hairdresser Vinny
Then finally the barber named Joe
As you get older hair grows on your legs
Grows on your toes, sometimes out of your ears
Even grows out of your nose
It also grows in places we can't say....
For now we'll just let that part lay
Shoulder length, dreadlocks
Mohawk, hair dye
Mom says, "Oh my God" her expressive MaMa sigh...
Thinking to herself, " at least, the kids not high"
Braided hair, long long ponytail
Purple plattes, zebra streaks
When Dad sees it, he clearly freaks
Says, "Kid ya' gotta change that weird looking bob
'Cause, ya' won't get hired for that high paying job"
Oh oh... my hair, it's falling out
And did I mention, it's turning gray
Now what should I do?
A red bandana, a hat...okay a wig for today
I used to have a handsome mane
But now I confess, I do use rogaine
If your body were a garden, it would be first class
"Cause there would even be hair growing on your...
You guessed it....Where the sun don't shine
So ends this hair raising poem of mine
:) LKC (with a little help from MJC)
Thursday, June 9, 2011
The Handwritten Letter
The handwritten letter is alive and well, people ... Inspite of, or maybe because of, you guessed it. Modern technology! So here is my story... some corn from the cobb... if you will.
It is about my friend, Randee whom I've known since 7th grade. We met at Jackson Junior High in the 60's and then onto Commerce/ Cass Tech High. Randee and I were inseparable. She introduced me to Winston/Salem cigarettes, slow gin, mixed with Coca-cola, sad movies, skipping school, magazines, books, roller derby & hockey... All that fun stuff. We would walk the east side streets of Detroit together, sit on the Waterworks Park monument and watch the boys go by. We shared our love stories. We may have shared even our boyfriends....well.... no need to go there :) We spent summers and summer vacations together. My first time up north was with Randee. Her family invited me to come to their log cabin. (I think that is why, to this day, I love log cabins)The cabin was located along the Rifle River, where two young girls could walk freely and without a care in the world, through the woods, dipping our toes into that very chilly river.
I loved Randee. She was my best friend. I still love her and I still consider her, my best friend. (I better tell her that)
Well, we fell out of touch, as so often happens. Randee got married before I did, and started her family. Two beautiful kids. I went to work, and then later got married and started my family. Three beautiful kids. We both were busy living our lives. Through those years, though, I would, out of the blue receive a handwritten letter from my friend. She would fill me in on things going on in her life. Tragically, Randee lost her son, Rocky, and I'm sorry to say, after that, we lost communication. I moved, she moved. We went different directions, and the years flew by. I'd say 30 years flew by.
One day, three years ago, I received a letter. It said "If this is the Linda, who lived on Milton, grew up in Detroit, went to Cass Tech, then I'm glad I found you. If not I'm sorry, just disregard this letter." I was the Linda she was looking for, and I was thrilled to hear from my old best friend. She went on to say her daughter found me, by searching Google! Technology is a wonderful thing!
Randee and I have been writing to each other every week or two, ever since. And we have visited each other in person. Each visit brings us back to those teen years ... and now into the future, where we can legally smoke and drink (not that we do :).
We think we have mastered the art of letter writing, though, as each one is a conversation, an answer to a question, the sharing of opinions. We talk about American Idol, books, movies, dancing with the stars, and the music we loved as teens and now, our current favorites. We share a few complaints we may have about people, places and things ... just like long ago.
So, even though, I am currently in "Facebook Rehab" I am very thankful for today's technology that helped two best friends reconnect, actually sit down and physically put pen to paper. Buy some very cool postage stamps, decorate the envelope with stickers, and mail a real handwritten letter.
The best part of it all, is that, hopefully, in a week or two, a trip to the mailbox will have something other than a bill in it. A special handwritten letter from my best friend, addressed especially to me.
Wishing everyone a handwritten letter from a friend.
LKC
It is about my friend, Randee whom I've known since 7th grade. We met at Jackson Junior High in the 60's and then onto Commerce/ Cass Tech High. Randee and I were inseparable. She introduced me to Winston/Salem cigarettes, slow gin, mixed with Coca-cola, sad movies, skipping school, magazines, books, roller derby & hockey... All that fun stuff. We would walk the east side streets of Detroit together, sit on the Waterworks Park monument and watch the boys go by. We shared our love stories. We may have shared even our boyfriends....well.... no need to go there :) We spent summers and summer vacations together. My first time up north was with Randee. Her family invited me to come to their log cabin. (I think that is why, to this day, I love log cabins)The cabin was located along the Rifle River, where two young girls could walk freely and without a care in the world, through the woods, dipping our toes into that very chilly river.
I loved Randee. She was my best friend. I still love her and I still consider her, my best friend. (I better tell her that)
Well, we fell out of touch, as so often happens. Randee got married before I did, and started her family. Two beautiful kids. I went to work, and then later got married and started my family. Three beautiful kids. We both were busy living our lives. Through those years, though, I would, out of the blue receive a handwritten letter from my friend. She would fill me in on things going on in her life. Tragically, Randee lost her son, Rocky, and I'm sorry to say, after that, we lost communication. I moved, she moved. We went different directions, and the years flew by. I'd say 30 years flew by.
One day, three years ago, I received a letter. It said "If this is the Linda, who lived on Milton, grew up in Detroit, went to Cass Tech, then I'm glad I found you. If not I'm sorry, just disregard this letter." I was the Linda she was looking for, and I was thrilled to hear from my old best friend. She went on to say her daughter found me, by searching Google! Technology is a wonderful thing!
Randee and I have been writing to each other every week or two, ever since. And we have visited each other in person. Each visit brings us back to those teen years ... and now into the future, where we can legally smoke and drink (not that we do :).
We think we have mastered the art of letter writing, though, as each one is a conversation, an answer to a question, the sharing of opinions. We talk about American Idol, books, movies, dancing with the stars, and the music we loved as teens and now, our current favorites. We share a few complaints we may have about people, places and things ... just like long ago.
So, even though, I am currently in "Facebook Rehab" I am very thankful for today's technology that helped two best friends reconnect, actually sit down and physically put pen to paper. Buy some very cool postage stamps, decorate the envelope with stickers, and mail a real handwritten letter.
The best part of it all, is that, hopefully, in a week or two, a trip to the mailbox will have something other than a bill in it. A special handwritten letter from my best friend, addressed especially to me.
Wishing everyone a handwritten letter from a friend.
LKC
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Scenic Route
Take the scenic route! I guess that can mean a whole lot of things. My Mom and Dad just went on a road trip to South Dakota. My Dad has always wanted to see Mount Rushmore, so they finally decided to go. My Dad retired a little over a year ago. Now they have the opportunity to not only enjoy each other more, but also to see and do more of the things they enjoy. I must get that from my Dad. I love to get in the car and cruise, nothing like a good long road trip. When I was young, I used to roller speed skate. I went to Nationals every year I skated except for my first year. I was fortunate enough to be able to go all over the country and compete. As a matter of fact, I got to go to the Olympic Training Center in Colorado, train for a week, and stay in the dorms with some of the best athletes in the country. Now, my Dad sold cars as well, so when we would travel, we rode out in a sweet ass conversion van. At that time, there were CB's in the vans. Yes, CB's, you know...10-4 good buddy!! We would drive and talk to the truckers and even had one come watch us compete in Lincoln Nebraska. When we would go though it was mostly business, so in order to make the best of it, we would stop off at the "scenic view" locations. My Dad would always get sucked into some sign that said, "Hot Springs next right" or something. I remember stopping at the "Hot Springs", we would pull in the park expecting to see something like Old Faithful, but it would end up just being some old stinky bubbling water. Somehow it would turn into a big joke and the source of many a comedy routine for the whole trip. We got lost in Cincinnati so bad after stopping at an airplane museum that I thought my Dad would never stop off again. No compass, No GPS...JUST THE SUN!!! I remember my Dad saying, "The sun sets in the west...WE ARE HEADED NORTH!!" Everyone was so tired and just wanted to get home. No matter how many jokes got cracked about getting lost in Cincinnati, afterward, we STILL stopped.
I think there is a scenic route in life though too. It's like we just need to slow down. Whenever I have a bad month in the car business, I say to myself, "Jeff, slow down and get back to the basics." It always works. It's like I quit listening to what the Customer wants and give them what I think they should want. I had a customer tell me a long time ago, "God gave you 2 ears and 1 mouth for a reason...Listen twice as much as you talk!" I can't tell you how often I think of that. We are in such a hurry in life that we forget to stop at the "Hot Springs" and enjoy the that laugh it brings. Everyday our paths cross with people, I guess I think it's for a reason. If you never slow down and listen though, you might miss the happiness it brings. I'm sure a lot of you have seen the movie, "Evan Almighty". There is a scene in the movie where Evan's wife is in a diner and God is serving her. On the TV in the diner they are running the story about about Evan (who God has basically turned into Noah and is making build an ark). She is embarrassed and makes a comment to God about how crazy he is. God's response though is what I love, he says something to the effect of...if you pray for strength or happiness do you think God just makes it so or does he give you the opportunity? I think he gives you opportunity!
In the world today it's so easy to caught up in all the hustle. We text, we email, but we forget to slow down and talk. Instead we send a message on Facebook. When was the last time you WROTE someone a letter? It seems as though sometimes we do away with or try to forget something that makes us happy. Why? Because we're too busy, or that's just life? Who says you have to grow up anyway? To me it seems like the little kids have the right idea! We forget to just sit outside and enjoy the sunshine, why? Because it's too hot out! We forget to lay under a tree in the shade with someone and not have to say a word or skip some rocks on the water. We forget to kiss slow, instead it's...mwah, bye, love you. We forget to squeeze someone tight and smell their perfume when we do! So slow down and ejoy the scenery! Opportunity is always there, you just have to take advantage of it! There are way more things to be thankful for than not. So thank God and enjoy! I'm out, Your Boy JC!
I think there is a scenic route in life though too. It's like we just need to slow down. Whenever I have a bad month in the car business, I say to myself, "Jeff, slow down and get back to the basics." It always works. It's like I quit listening to what the Customer wants and give them what I think they should want. I had a customer tell me a long time ago, "God gave you 2 ears and 1 mouth for a reason...Listen twice as much as you talk!" I can't tell you how often I think of that. We are in such a hurry in life that we forget to stop at the "Hot Springs" and enjoy the that laugh it brings. Everyday our paths cross with people, I guess I think it's for a reason. If you never slow down and listen though, you might miss the happiness it brings. I'm sure a lot of you have seen the movie, "Evan Almighty". There is a scene in the movie where Evan's wife is in a diner and God is serving her. On the TV in the diner they are running the story about about Evan (who God has basically turned into Noah and is making build an ark). She is embarrassed and makes a comment to God about how crazy he is. God's response though is what I love, he says something to the effect of...if you pray for strength or happiness do you think God just makes it so or does he give you the opportunity? I think he gives you opportunity!
In the world today it's so easy to caught up in all the hustle. We text, we email, but we forget to slow down and talk. Instead we send a message on Facebook. When was the last time you WROTE someone a letter? It seems as though sometimes we do away with or try to forget something that makes us happy. Why? Because we're too busy, or that's just life? Who says you have to grow up anyway? To me it seems like the little kids have the right idea! We forget to just sit outside and enjoy the sunshine, why? Because it's too hot out! We forget to lay under a tree in the shade with someone and not have to say a word or skip some rocks on the water. We forget to kiss slow, instead it's...mwah, bye, love you. We forget to squeeze someone tight and smell their perfume when we do! So slow down and ejoy the scenery! Opportunity is always there, you just have to take advantage of it! There are way more things to be thankful for than not. So thank God and enjoy! I'm out, Your Boy JC!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Call Him Schmitty
For those of you who don't know what I do for a living, I sell cars. I work at one of the biggest Chevy dealers in the Country and I must say 80% of the time I love my job. It gets to me sometimes for sure, but only when its slow. When it's busy, I LOVE IT!!! I talk a mile a minute, crack jokes, smile, and laugh with people all day. Sales to me is more about making a friend than selling a product, but I guess that's just my way! I've been selling cars for almost 15 years, DAMN!!!! Where does time go? I think everyone should have to sell cars or something, it teaches you sooooo much about people in general. Not only do you get to meet all these people, but you get to play all kinds of roles. Hey Mon, how many job you got Mon? I got 5 job, I sell the cars, I clean the cars, I give free therapy, I fix your credit, and I'm a friend if your lonely (in my sweet ass Jamaican voice boyyyyy!!!!) Here are a couple of stories I hope at least make you smile.
I have a Customer named Jennie. I love her, and she talks more than I do, I don't have to say shit, just...Oh, Uh Huh, Oh Really? Ok, Mmmm and she will go on and on. She comes to visit me every time she comes in and we sit and shoot the breeze (What you don't like cliches??? My Bad =D...getting side tracked). The last time I talked to her the conversation went something like this. Jeff, This is Jennie (she has one of those voices you could never mistake...no need to tell me who you are Jennie!!!). "Me and Jennie were like peas and carrots again", love Forest Gump, great movie..."Run Forest Run" (You should hear my friend Trarra say that shit, sounds just like Jennie...LOL) Ok, back on track. I want to come in and see you, my lease is almost due. Oh, I been so sick...well, I had hernia surgery and all the medication and everything, but it's gonna get better. That's what the Doctor says. I would bring Donnie (her son), but he's so busy with the band and that, I don't think he can come with me. I bought these under ware Jeff, and they are TOO TIGHT down there!!!! For real???? That's what you say to your Car Salesman??? LMAO!! I used to be little Jeff, I don't know what happened, I used to ride on the back of a motorcycle...can you believe that? So, I'll be in there with my cousin in a few weeks, Ok? Alright Jeff, I'll see you in a few weeks! I had just hung up with her when a dude I work with walked in, who has been trying to sell this organ on Craigslist which is a storey all its own. So I tell him, I got somebody that might be interested in the organ, let's call her. So, I call her back with him in my office and put her on speaker and say, "Jennie, there is a guy here (and I lose it, I am almost hysterically laughing) who has an organ and he thought Donnie might want it for the band!!! Its a rock n roll band, but HEY, who knows, might need an organ, right? Now, she is laughing and I REALLY CAN'T control my laughter. The other salesman says, "Hey it's not funny, Ok?" and Jennie and I continue to hysterically laugh. Somehow we manage to say good bye and hang up. Maybe an hour or so goes bye and I get a call from Jennie. "Jeff, This is Jennie, Donnie said that man should try to donate the organ to a church or something, but he can't use it!" As soon as she said, "Donnie said..." we both started CRACKING UP, it was all she could do to even get the rest of the sentence out. I put my head down on the desk and tears were rolling down my cheeks. We laughed without saying anything to each other for a good couple of minutes and finally I said, "What is wrong with us Jennie?" which made us laugh EVEN more. I hung up and laughed on and off for a good 20 minutes. Even writing it makes me laugh!!!
Me and my buddy, Sugar White Mike, who I have known all my life, like to have fun at work. We drive around and honk the horn just for fun!!! You gotta have fun in life. Maybe it seems immature, but you should try it! When you give a good HONK, I mean a good 5 second honk, people expect you to flip em off. Oh hell no, We give a nice healthy 5 second HOOOOOOOOOOONK and smile and waive! Now, WTF do you do to that??? So today we happened to be pulling up from the back lot in a Camaro and there were some people picking their new Camaro and Mike says, "Oh, they are getting the honk and the thumbs up!" I'm driving and he reaches over...nice healthy HOOOOOONK, and we both smile and give a thumbs up!!! People just don't know what the hell to do or how to react and WE CRACK UP!!! Maybe it's just funny to us, I don't know, but it sure make our day more enjoyable!!
After you sell a car, you are supposed to let the Finance Manager talk to the Customer to offer them extras, like warranties, insurance, and paint and fabric proof. Mike had asked the Finance Manager to sign the deal with the Customer which isn't the normal protocol. Mike likes to make people uncomfortable though, so he's always doing something crazy. So today, he tells the Finance Manager that his Customer, Mr Smith, like to be called Schmitty, LMAOOOO!!! Mr. Smith, never said that or has never been called by Mike. When he takes him into Finance, the first thing out of the Finance Manger's mouth is, "How you doing, Schmitty?" He keeps referring to him as Schmitty and Mike is outside the office trying to control his laughter!!! He calls my extension and tells me what's going on and we are progressively laughing harder and harder! We are standing in the conference room about to tell the storey to one of the girls in the office and here comes the Manager who thinks that Mike is smiling and laughing because it is taking a long time to get him signed and out of there, LOL! I wish you could have seen his face and how he was trying to hold it all in. He was grinning from ear to ear, like a little kid!!!! He finally gets done signing him up and goes up to Mike and says, "Schmitty's all set!" and Mike loses it in front of the Customer. Here is the best part though, the Customer called Mike when he got home to ask him a question and said, "Mike, it's Schmitty..."
I don't know, life is just way too short to be so serious. Make yourself laugh, make yourself smile however you gotta do it. There weren't any tags on your toes when you woke up this morning, right? so be happy, smile, and laugh...IT IS THE BEST MEDICINE!!!
I have a Customer named Jennie. I love her, and she talks more than I do, I don't have to say shit, just...Oh, Uh Huh, Oh Really? Ok, Mmmm and she will go on and on. She comes to visit me every time she comes in and we sit and shoot the breeze (What you don't like cliches??? My Bad =D...getting side tracked). The last time I talked to her the conversation went something like this. Jeff, This is Jennie (she has one of those voices you could never mistake...no need to tell me who you are Jennie!!!). "Me and Jennie were like peas and carrots again", love Forest Gump, great movie..."Run Forest Run" (You should hear my friend Trarra say that shit, sounds just like Jennie...LOL) Ok, back on track. I want to come in and see you, my lease is almost due. Oh, I been so sick...well, I had hernia surgery and all the medication and everything, but it's gonna get better. That's what the Doctor says. I would bring Donnie (her son), but he's so busy with the band and that, I don't think he can come with me. I bought these under ware Jeff, and they are TOO TIGHT down there!!!! For real???? That's what you say to your Car Salesman??? LMAO!! I used to be little Jeff, I don't know what happened, I used to ride on the back of a motorcycle...can you believe that? So, I'll be in there with my cousin in a few weeks, Ok? Alright Jeff, I'll see you in a few weeks! I had just hung up with her when a dude I work with walked in, who has been trying to sell this organ on Craigslist which is a storey all its own. So I tell him, I got somebody that might be interested in the organ, let's call her. So, I call her back with him in my office and put her on speaker and say, "Jennie, there is a guy here (and I lose it, I am almost hysterically laughing) who has an organ and he thought Donnie might want it for the band!!! Its a rock n roll band, but HEY, who knows, might need an organ, right? Now, she is laughing and I REALLY CAN'T control my laughter. The other salesman says, "Hey it's not funny, Ok?" and Jennie and I continue to hysterically laugh. Somehow we manage to say good bye and hang up. Maybe an hour or so goes bye and I get a call from Jennie. "Jeff, This is Jennie, Donnie said that man should try to donate the organ to a church or something, but he can't use it!" As soon as she said, "Donnie said..." we both started CRACKING UP, it was all she could do to even get the rest of the sentence out. I put my head down on the desk and tears were rolling down my cheeks. We laughed without saying anything to each other for a good couple of minutes and finally I said, "What is wrong with us Jennie?" which made us laugh EVEN more. I hung up and laughed on and off for a good 20 minutes. Even writing it makes me laugh!!!
Me and my buddy, Sugar White Mike, who I have known all my life, like to have fun at work. We drive around and honk the horn just for fun!!! You gotta have fun in life. Maybe it seems immature, but you should try it! When you give a good HONK, I mean a good 5 second honk, people expect you to flip em off. Oh hell no, We give a nice healthy 5 second HOOOOOOOOOOONK and smile and waive! Now, WTF do you do to that??? So today we happened to be pulling up from the back lot in a Camaro and there were some people picking their new Camaro and Mike says, "Oh, they are getting the honk and the thumbs up!" I'm driving and he reaches over...nice healthy HOOOOOONK, and we both smile and give a thumbs up!!! People just don't know what the hell to do or how to react and WE CRACK UP!!! Maybe it's just funny to us, I don't know, but it sure make our day more enjoyable!!
After you sell a car, you are supposed to let the Finance Manager talk to the Customer to offer them extras, like warranties, insurance, and paint and fabric proof. Mike had asked the Finance Manager to sign the deal with the Customer which isn't the normal protocol. Mike likes to make people uncomfortable though, so he's always doing something crazy. So today, he tells the Finance Manager that his Customer, Mr Smith, like to be called Schmitty, LMAOOOO!!! Mr. Smith, never said that or has never been called by Mike. When he takes him into Finance, the first thing out of the Finance Manger's mouth is, "How you doing, Schmitty?" He keeps referring to him as Schmitty and Mike is outside the office trying to control his laughter!!! He calls my extension and tells me what's going on and we are progressively laughing harder and harder! We are standing in the conference room about to tell the storey to one of the girls in the office and here comes the Manager who thinks that Mike is smiling and laughing because it is taking a long time to get him signed and out of there, LOL! I wish you could have seen his face and how he was trying to hold it all in. He was grinning from ear to ear, like a little kid!!!! He finally gets done signing him up and goes up to Mike and says, "Schmitty's all set!" and Mike loses it in front of the Customer. Here is the best part though, the Customer called Mike when he got home to ask him a question and said, "Mike, it's Schmitty..."
I don't know, life is just way too short to be so serious. Make yourself laugh, make yourself smile however you gotta do it. There weren't any tags on your toes when you woke up this morning, right? so be happy, smile, and laugh...IT IS THE BEST MEDICINE!!!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Peace, Love and Peanut Butter
What's up y'all...Its KC here, bringin' a little southern hospitality to "Some Corn from the Cobb" and since I am in fact a kernel from the ol' Cobb family tree, I figured I would get my "blog on" every now and then, so here goes (I actually just made a typo that said so here hoes...that wouldn't have gone over well...especially since this blog is all about good things...not that hoes are necessarily a bad thing, but it would have been like calling you all hoes and that ain't cool...right Mom?...say "right"! ). OK back on track...I've been doing a lot of reading lately and listening to a lot of audio books...all "Self Development" books...not that I feel the need to self develop, but we can always use a good pick me up. So here's what I've been trying to accomplish with all of this...I am trying to see how much good stuff I can manifest in my life...I'm talking about lots of love...lots of money...lots of smiles and lots of good times! For the first time in my life, I am trying to spread a little love...my walls are down...my eyes are open and I'm sending out good vibes...daily!!
I am a true and firm believer in the Power of the Subconscious (bear with me...it's not gonna get too deep) and I also believe that no matter who, what, when, where or how you are as a person, you can change where you are going...regardless of your past...The past really is in the past...we need to let the dead bury the dead and move forward instead of constantly worrying about yesterday.
Here's a good example: If you get a deep cut on your hand (metaphor for a rough past) and you bond to that cut as if it is part of you...then you can't allow it to heal. If you keep opening that cut back up and not allowing nature to take its course and heal it...then eventually you will lose your hand from infection. It is the same with our past wounds and shitty life situations. We can't keep using our past experiences as the catalyst for our future...We can't control the past...We can only control the future...We really need to let our wounds heal if we plan on going anywhere. We all know a ton of people who constantly use the same excuses for why that can't do things or why they haven't done things. They are always getting ready to get going to get started to get moving...blah blah blah...They use their past as an excuse...I'm calling Bullshit. There are millions of people who are successful today because they wouldn't let their past control their destiny...and make no mistake about it...wherever we end up is our own vision for ourselves...We manifest our own destiny by our thoughts every single day. If you don't like your situation...Change It...Change your thoughts...Quit asking for what you are getting. The laws of the universe can't decipher between good and bad...only what you ask for...and we get it in abundance!
I read a statistic that I have begun to use every single day that has changed my life and here it is: Out of 100% of the problems that arise in our day to day life...There are only 8% that we can do anything about...That means that 92% of the problems we face in a day are out of our control...Think about that for a minute...How much time in a day do we waste worrying about things that we can't even begin to control? So here's what I've done...I make a very quick decision to see if whatever issue I have falls into the 92% or the 8%...If the answer is the 92%...I move on with my day...I CAN'T CONTROL IT...I'll let the universe take care of that!
Last thought from me (and I hope I'm not boring you all with my ramblings)...I just started reading a book this morning and within the first 5 pages I found a statement that is in my opinion one of the secrets of a happy life (at least for me...I'm not trying to sound high and mighty here...just tryin' to spread the love...haha)...here's the quote:
"Let the world unfold without always attempting to figure it all out. Let relationships just be, for example...Since everything is going to stretch out in divine order. Don't always try so hard to make something work--simply allow...When expectations are shattered, practice allowing that to be the way it is. Relax, let go and recognize that some of your desires are about how you think your world should be rather than how it is in that moment"
I put that to good use this morning when my lovely wife, who was supposed to make our son's lunch for school had a brain fart and forgot. Now...normally I would have made a childishly big deal out of this and said "waaaaa waaaaaa waaaaaa" (fill in the blanks of whatever you feel I would have said)...but I can assure you it would have sounded like a whining child...I guess I forgot to mention that by the lunch not being made...we were definitely going to be late for school (we actually made it by one minute...no speeding either...precious cargo)...So instead of complaining I gave her a smile and said "good news for you...I am reading about the Tao Te Ching today...I'm not worried about it...as a matter of fact...I can't do anything about it now (92%) so I will make his lunch"...She of course cracked up and told whoever she was on the phone with "Ohhhhhh...he's practicing the Tao Te Ching" in a very uppity kind of British accent...It's all good...I made the lunch and we left the house...not with an argument, but with a kiss, a laugh and a see ya later...That, my friends is a much better way to start the day than bickering about a peanut butter (sorry...Sun Butter...damn kids in his class have allergies...in my mind right now I'm thinking how the Tao Te Ching would handle the "damn kids" comment....uuuuuusssssssaaaaaaa...<remix>"nice kids" with unfortunate allergies...and I'm back) and jelly sandwich.
Last thing...I promise...I have learned one more very important thing that has been a good life lesson---You cannot control the first thought that enters your mind...but you can control the rest of them...and you can change that initial thought...turn a bad one into a good one!!
Peace Y'all
KC
I am a true and firm believer in the Power of the Subconscious (bear with me...it's not gonna get too deep) and I also believe that no matter who, what, when, where or how you are as a person, you can change where you are going...regardless of your past...The past really is in the past...we need to let the dead bury the dead and move forward instead of constantly worrying about yesterday.
Here's a good example: If you get a deep cut on your hand (metaphor for a rough past) and you bond to that cut as if it is part of you...then you can't allow it to heal. If you keep opening that cut back up and not allowing nature to take its course and heal it...then eventually you will lose your hand from infection. It is the same with our past wounds and shitty life situations. We can't keep using our past experiences as the catalyst for our future...We can't control the past...We can only control the future...We really need to let our wounds heal if we plan on going anywhere. We all know a ton of people who constantly use the same excuses for why that can't do things or why they haven't done things. They are always getting ready to get going to get started to get moving...blah blah blah...They use their past as an excuse...I'm calling Bullshit. There are millions of people who are successful today because they wouldn't let their past control their destiny...and make no mistake about it...wherever we end up is our own vision for ourselves...We manifest our own destiny by our thoughts every single day. If you don't like your situation...Change It...Change your thoughts...Quit asking for what you are getting. The laws of the universe can't decipher between good and bad...only what you ask for...and we get it in abundance!
I read a statistic that I have begun to use every single day that has changed my life and here it is: Out of 100% of the problems that arise in our day to day life...There are only 8% that we can do anything about...That means that 92% of the problems we face in a day are out of our control...Think about that for a minute...How much time in a day do we waste worrying about things that we can't even begin to control? So here's what I've done...I make a very quick decision to see if whatever issue I have falls into the 92% or the 8%...If the answer is the 92%...I move on with my day...I CAN'T CONTROL IT...I'll let the universe take care of that!
Last thought from me (and I hope I'm not boring you all with my ramblings)...I just started reading a book this morning and within the first 5 pages I found a statement that is in my opinion one of the secrets of a happy life (at least for me...I'm not trying to sound high and mighty here...just tryin' to spread the love...haha)...here's the quote:
"Let the world unfold without always attempting to figure it all out. Let relationships just be, for example...Since everything is going to stretch out in divine order. Don't always try so hard to make something work--simply allow...When expectations are shattered, practice allowing that to be the way it is. Relax, let go and recognize that some of your desires are about how you think your world should be rather than how it is in that moment"
I put that to good use this morning when my lovely wife, who was supposed to make our son's lunch for school had a brain fart and forgot. Now...normally I would have made a childishly big deal out of this and said "waaaaa waaaaaa waaaaaa" (fill in the blanks of whatever you feel I would have said)...but I can assure you it would have sounded like a whining child...I guess I forgot to mention that by the lunch not being made...we were definitely going to be late for school (we actually made it by one minute...no speeding either...precious cargo)...So instead of complaining I gave her a smile and said "good news for you...I am reading about the Tao Te Ching today...I'm not worried about it...as a matter of fact...I can't do anything about it now (92%) so I will make his lunch"...She of course cracked up and told whoever she was on the phone with "Ohhhhhh...he's practicing the Tao Te Ching" in a very uppity kind of British accent...It's all good...I made the lunch and we left the house...not with an argument, but with a kiss, a laugh and a see ya later...That, my friends is a much better way to start the day than bickering about a peanut butter (sorry...Sun Butter...damn kids in his class have allergies...in my mind right now I'm thinking how the Tao Te Ching would handle the "damn kids" comment....uuuuuusssssssaaaaaaa...<remix>"nice kids" with unfortunate allergies...and I'm back) and jelly sandwich.
Last thing...I promise...I have learned one more very important thing that has been a good life lesson---You cannot control the first thought that enters your mind...but you can control the rest of them...and you can change that initial thought...turn a bad one into a good one!!
Peace Y'all
KC
Go Ahead, Make Someone Else's Day...
We have all heard the words, "Go ahead, make my day" created by Joseph C. Stinson for Clint Eastwood's character Harry Callahan in the movie Sudden Impact. And according to Wikipedia, it is the #6 most quoted line from a movie out of 100. And did you know there is even the Make My Day Law? Check it out...just google it.
To get to my point on this subject...That simple statement could be taken a few different ways. One way, as we all ready know, is the -- Go ahead, I dare you! A very confrontational way, perhaps to settle a score. Or of the physical nature as in --Go ahead...bleeper bleeper..Hit me! (Way to painful for this corn off the Cobb..smile)
Another way to "Go ahead, make my day" is just the opposite of that very confrontational way. And that is to really go out and make someone else's day a better one. There are a million ways to accomplish this very challenging endeavor. Just think of a time in your life when you were feeling so low in your heart and alone...All of a sudden, someone out of the clear blue sky, approaches you, looks you square in the eye and says, in all sincerity, "Have a blessed day, my sister/ my brother" This has happened to me on more than one occasion, and I have always considered these happenings my mini miracles.
I think it's a lifelong challenge and is put before us everyday in one form or another. Big or small, doesn't matter. We don't always recognize it, but it's there. Go ahead, take the dare. Challenge yourself... Make Someone Else's Day, A Better One.
LKC
To get to my point on this subject...That simple statement could be taken a few different ways. One way, as we all ready know, is the -- Go ahead, I dare you! A very confrontational way, perhaps to settle a score. Or of the physical nature as in --Go ahead...bleeper bleeper..Hit me! (Way to painful for this corn off the Cobb..smile)
Another way to "Go ahead, make my day" is just the opposite of that very confrontational way. And that is to really go out and make someone else's day a better one. There are a million ways to accomplish this very challenging endeavor. Just think of a time in your life when you were feeling so low in your heart and alone...All of a sudden, someone out of the clear blue sky, approaches you, looks you square in the eye and says, in all sincerity, "Have a blessed day, my sister/ my brother" This has happened to me on more than one occasion, and I have always considered these happenings my mini miracles.
I think it's a lifelong challenge and is put before us everyday in one form or another. Big or small, doesn't matter. We don't always recognize it, but it's there. Go ahead, take the dare. Challenge yourself... Make Someone Else's Day, A Better One.
LKC
Monday, May 23, 2011
And Today on the Good News News
Before I get crackin I would just like to thank everyone who has been reading my blog. If you have never had a blog, it will allow you to check your stats. It doesn't tell you the actual people's names who visited the site, but it does tell you where the hits came from. So I had checked the stats last night and it turns out the blog got 3 hits from Germany, 2 hits from Kuwait, 1 Hit from Colombia, 1 hit from Denmark, and 1 hit from Singapore!!!! WHAT???? I think that is SOOOO crazy! It's crazy that you can reach all the way across the world. Now if that ain't some 7 degree shit, I don't know what is! So again, THANK YOU!!!
When I started this blog, I thought wouldn't it be nice to be able to read something positive for a change? It's like all this negative shit is shoved down your throat. You turn on the news, it's almost always negative. I had to quit watchin that shit. You can say I'm not informed, you can say I'm closing my eyes to what's going on in the world, but I don't really care. If all that negative shit is what's really going on in the world, I don't really wanna be a part of it anyway. If I had a news network, it would be like, "and today on the Good News News..." You know what the worst part is? That shit would be off the air, bad ratings. LOL! There would probably be some story on E talking about, "and in other news,The Good News News got some Bad Bad News today when their show got canceled!!"
I guess I really like this type of forum, it's quick, it's easy, and the people who get it, get it!!! Since I've started writing this blog, I can't tell you how many people have complimented me, or have had something kind to say about what I have written. I guess that's what I wanted to do, make some kind of difference in this world, even if it only reaches ONE person, and it did, ME...the hell with the rest of you!!! LMAOOOOO!!! JK!
My Uncle sent me an email, which was probably the nicest compliment I have ever been given. It's like; just take the time to compliment someone, give credit where credit is due, or just say I love you because you do! The older I get the more I realize what's important in life, I don't think it's supposed to be hard, do you? Surround yourself with what makes you happy, and get rid of all the negative shit! After all, you are in charge of your happiness!!!
Thanks again for all the compliments and support, you have no idea how good it makes me feel inside!! I'm out, Your Boy JC!
When I started this blog, I thought wouldn't it be nice to be able to read something positive for a change? It's like all this negative shit is shoved down your throat. You turn on the news, it's almost always negative. I had to quit watchin that shit. You can say I'm not informed, you can say I'm closing my eyes to what's going on in the world, but I don't really care. If all that negative shit is what's really going on in the world, I don't really wanna be a part of it anyway. If I had a news network, it would be like, "and today on the Good News News..." You know what the worst part is? That shit would be off the air, bad ratings. LOL! There would probably be some story on E talking about, "and in other news,The Good News News got some Bad Bad News today when their show got canceled!!"
I guess I really like this type of forum, it's quick, it's easy, and the people who get it, get it!!! Since I've started writing this blog, I can't tell you how many people have complimented me, or have had something kind to say about what I have written. I guess that's what I wanted to do, make some kind of difference in this world, even if it only reaches ONE person, and it did, ME...the hell with the rest of you!!! LMAOOOOO!!! JK!
My Uncle sent me an email, which was probably the nicest compliment I have ever been given. It's like; just take the time to compliment someone, give credit where credit is due, or just say I love you because you do! The older I get the more I realize what's important in life, I don't think it's supposed to be hard, do you? Surround yourself with what makes you happy, and get rid of all the negative shit! After all, you are in charge of your happiness!!!
Thanks again for all the compliments and support, you have no idea how good it makes me feel inside!! I'm out, Your Boy JC!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Gifts
I got to thinking about the gifts I have received throughout the years, too numerous to mention each one, but here goes. First of all, what are gifts? Are they people, places or things? Are they moments in time, an experience so personal that words cannot explain or express?
There are the obvious gifts of love as in a song with lyrics like "I always dreamed the boy I love would come along. He'd be tall and rich, handsome and strong". I gotta smile thinking about that. Yes, that boy did come along. I married him. He still is tall, and rich in kindness, enough cash to cover the necessities with a little extra to share. He is still very handsome, with a touch of grey around the edges. Oh, and did I mention his strength, inner and outer? He can beat me at arm wrestling, and hug me on a needy day.
The gift of sight, so special, that when our eyes lock onto the beauty that surrounds us, we are left speechless and moved to tears. Just as when our eyes lock onto the not so beautiful, we are also moved to tears, sometimes to take action to help, to give, and to support.
Then there is the gift of hearing. We get to experience the joy of laughter we hear coming from the comedy of everyday life. A daily joke, or the story of a parrot who came from a fighting couple, who's new owners hear the parrot arguing with itself. The best sound, though, comes from the laughter of your children and grandchildren. Hearing such joy and laughter lifts your spirits so high...you don't even need a swig of brandy!
In the "thing" department of gifts brings to mind one that I received a long time ago for Christmas from my kids, who knew I was always a little nuts. A set of conga drums, shiny and black fiberglass...sometimes I hang ribbons from the top. When I got them, I couldn't play them very well, but over time I did get better. Well after all I did practice with the great bands, Carlos Santana, Tito Puente, Uncle Patato, and many more...THEY didn't know I was playing with them (to their records, just to set the story right), or maybe they would have hired me...ha ha ha. I did, though, experience the joy being in the zone just once, where time seemed to stand still. That happened one afternoon, while playing with my brother Dan, down in the basement. He was on the drum set, me on the Congas. We had a groove going that I think compared to playing with the great bands. We lasted about an hour, until our arms and hands gave out. A drum conversation so cool and mellow no words were spoken. We looked at each other at the final beat, ended our session, walked up the steps and both said "sweet"
Now my set of congas has been around my small world. They have been part of few drum circles, many a basement jam session and a special presentation of drum playing at my grandson's preschool. Now that is another special gift...to see my grandson, Jackson smile when his Granny shows up to teach the kids how to find their beat.
The drums bring out the best beat in everyone who has a go on them, from the youngest child to the oldest member in any family. And get this, EVERYONE has this gift, their own special beat along with their own special touch.
So, if you don't have a drum in the house, you can borrow mine, because the more hands laid on a drum the more alive it becomes. The beat of your heart is set free.....and yep....the beat goes on.
LKC
There are the obvious gifts of love as in a song with lyrics like "I always dreamed the boy I love would come along. He'd be tall and rich, handsome and strong". I gotta smile thinking about that. Yes, that boy did come along. I married him. He still is tall, and rich in kindness, enough cash to cover the necessities with a little extra to share. He is still very handsome, with a touch of grey around the edges. Oh, and did I mention his strength, inner and outer? He can beat me at arm wrestling, and hug me on a needy day.
The gift of sight, so special, that when our eyes lock onto the beauty that surrounds us, we are left speechless and moved to tears. Just as when our eyes lock onto the not so beautiful, we are also moved to tears, sometimes to take action to help, to give, and to support.
Then there is the gift of hearing. We get to experience the joy of laughter we hear coming from the comedy of everyday life. A daily joke, or the story of a parrot who came from a fighting couple, who's new owners hear the parrot arguing with itself. The best sound, though, comes from the laughter of your children and grandchildren. Hearing such joy and laughter lifts your spirits so high...you don't even need a swig of brandy!
In the "thing" department of gifts brings to mind one that I received a long time ago for Christmas from my kids, who knew I was always a little nuts. A set of conga drums, shiny and black fiberglass...sometimes I hang ribbons from the top. When I got them, I couldn't play them very well, but over time I did get better. Well after all I did practice with the great bands, Carlos Santana, Tito Puente, Uncle Patato, and many more...THEY didn't know I was playing with them (to their records, just to set the story right), or maybe they would have hired me...ha ha ha. I did, though, experience the joy being in the zone just once, where time seemed to stand still. That happened one afternoon, while playing with my brother Dan, down in the basement. He was on the drum set, me on the Congas. We had a groove going that I think compared to playing with the great bands. We lasted about an hour, until our arms and hands gave out. A drum conversation so cool and mellow no words were spoken. We looked at each other at the final beat, ended our session, walked up the steps and both said "sweet"
Now my set of congas has been around my small world. They have been part of few drum circles, many a basement jam session and a special presentation of drum playing at my grandson's preschool. Now that is another special gift...to see my grandson, Jackson smile when his Granny shows up to teach the kids how to find their beat.
The drums bring out the best beat in everyone who has a go on them, from the youngest child to the oldest member in any family. And get this, EVERYONE has this gift, their own special beat along with their own special touch.
So, if you don't have a drum in the house, you can borrow mine, because the more hands laid on a drum the more alive it becomes. The beat of your heart is set free.....and yep....the beat goes on.
LKC
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sleep Nekkid and Smile
I started writing this blog for a couple of reasons. One, because I enjoy to write which I never really knew until someone told me I was so positive and should be a Motivational Speaker. Tonight's keynote speaker is, "Your Boy JC". Real quick totally off the subject (I guess that should be a new paragraph, right?...ahh who cares I'm not an editor. Sorry Mr. Stone, you really were a great English Teacher!!) I have a patent pending on an idea and my attorney sent me a non-disclosure agreement and it reads, " Jeff Caul hereinafter known as "JC"!!!! I cracked up when I read that shit! Not too many people call me JC you know? Anyway, I don't know if I would go that far to say I could be a motivational speaker, but it did make me start writing some positive thoughts and theories of my own. Come to find out, I LOVE to write. It allows me to collect my thoughts and gives me a chance to think of things on a wayyyy deeper level. Secondly, because I was talking to my Manager one night at work. We were having somewhat of a deep conversation about our parents. I had asked him how his Mom was doing because she has been sick and the prognosis isn't so good. He told me to spend alot of time with my parents because they aren't here long enough. At the time I was going through some emotional things and told him, "Tom, I just thought to myself last night...I wish I was more like my Mom, nothing gets to her!" He told me that it has something to do with age and realizing that all the bullshit really doesn't matter. I guess I really took that to heart. As a matter of fact, the whole conversation made my eyes start to well up a little. It's nice when someone genuinely cares about your well being or what you're going through. I guess that's what a friend does and I would consider him not only my Boss, but my Friend. I'm a pretty sensitive dude, but I gotta say...I wouldn't change that if I could. So I called my Mom on the way home that night and asked her if she wanted to write this blog with me. I told her I just wanted it to be real light hearted, make you smile, and make you laugh type of stuff. Although, sometimes I do seem to get a lil deep...Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy (What if Penny never took us to Louie's Pizza? Then we wouldn't know how good Louie's Pizza was!!!!) That's for my old friend Dre, don't pee Dre!!! Dre, remember when you stepped on the catheter hose when I was in the hospital??? Now that shit hurt, funny, but painful...LMAOOOO!!! At any rate, my Mom said, "Sure Jeff!" I knew she would. So I had to come up with a name. Now, my Mom's maiden name is Cobb, hence the name, "somecornfromthecobb".
For Mother's Day my Mom was in California to see my Aunt Sharon, so I told her when she came back, I would take her to lunch. My Mom has a way of seeing the good in EVERY situation. If it's raining she says, "Welp, think of how beautiful the flowers are gonna be this year!" Welp, there should be plenty of DAMN flowers this year MOM...LOL!!! My Dad can say the Ducks are shitting all over the dock and my Mom will say, "Well, just think of how graceful they are when they land in the canal!" As a matter of fact when I got back from lunch one of the guys I work with said, "I think your Mom is the happiest person on the planet!" She would definitely be in the running, I can tell you that! So, I figured that maybe if we wrote this together, so more of her GOOTNESS would rub off on me and you! As far as my writing...you're stuck with me...I STARTED THE DAMN BLOG!!!
So we head out to Coney. She's givin me the run down and all the happenings from Cali. We start talking about relationships and just being kind. Isn't kind a reallll nice word by the way??? There aren't too many just straight up "kind" people!!!! I think most people are good people, no question, but KIND??? NAAAA, not so much! So if you don't have a "kind" person in your life...you better find you one, or start being one yourself, so maybe one might wanna be around your rotten ass, LOL!
You know, it really only takes a second to make someone smile or brighten up some one's day. Buy em some Koolaid...who don't love red Koolaid??? Right?? I don't know, but just try to be "KIND"!!! I'm gonna leave you with the last thing my Mom said. I told her thanks for all the words of wisdom at lunch and she said, "Oh no problem Jeff, just remember...Sleep naked and smile alot!!!!" Who am I to argue with my Mom??? I'm out, Your Boy, JC!
For Mother's Day my Mom was in California to see my Aunt Sharon, so I told her when she came back, I would take her to lunch. My Mom has a way of seeing the good in EVERY situation. If it's raining she says, "Welp, think of how beautiful the flowers are gonna be this year!" Welp, there should be plenty of DAMN flowers this year MOM...LOL!!! My Dad can say the Ducks are shitting all over the dock and my Mom will say, "Well, just think of how graceful they are when they land in the canal!" As a matter of fact when I got back from lunch one of the guys I work with said, "I think your Mom is the happiest person on the planet!" She would definitely be in the running, I can tell you that! So, I figured that maybe if we wrote this together, so more of her GOOTNESS would rub off on me and you! As far as my writing...you're stuck with me...I STARTED THE DAMN BLOG!!!
So we head out to Coney. She's givin me the run down and all the happenings from Cali. We start talking about relationships and just being kind. Isn't kind a reallll nice word by the way??? There aren't too many just straight up "kind" people!!!! I think most people are good people, no question, but KIND??? NAAAA, not so much! So if you don't have a "kind" person in your life...you better find you one, or start being one yourself, so maybe one might wanna be around your rotten ass, LOL!
You know, it really only takes a second to make someone smile or brighten up some one's day. Buy em some Koolaid...who don't love red Koolaid??? Right?? I don't know, but just try to be "KIND"!!! I'm gonna leave you with the last thing my Mom said. I told her thanks for all the words of wisdom at lunch and she said, "Oh no problem Jeff, just remember...Sleep naked and smile alot!!!!" Who am I to argue with my Mom??? I'm out, Your Boy, JC!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Born on the Bayou
I was watching "Swamp People" this weekend. I'm not sure what it is that I love about this show so much, but I can't get enough of it. I think maybe I should have been born down south! I love the accents, the expressions, and just the simple life. I would absolutely love to live on a chain of inland lakes. When I watch the show I am so in awe of the beauty they are surrounded by. To me, there is nothing like waking up to the smell of a lake, hearing all the sounds that mother nature has to offer, and watching all the wild life. Just to be able to wake up to the sun rising over the lake, calm waters, birds chirping, and be able to cast a line into the water and watch the ripples slowly fade away...I don't know, its so peaceful. Speaking of peace, when you're at Church and they say, "Now offer each other a sign of peace.", do you think that's what they mean? I sure hope so!!!!
If you have never watched the show before, it's about a bunch of dudes that hunt Alligators!!!! Well, one girl, Liz, "Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh...yeah, yeah, yeahhhh...that's looks like a good one right there Elizabethhh!!!" They set these bait lines on sticks and catch these BIG ASS GATORS!!! I'm talkin like 11-12 feet, 7-800lbs. For the most part there are 2 dudes in the boat, 1 dude grabs the line and slowly pulls the Beast to the surface and the other one blasts him with a rifle. The kill spot is like the size of a quarter!!!!! WHAT???? You have to watch it!!
In episode 5 they introduce these 2 Brothers, Glen and Mitch, and they are SWEEEEET!!!! Glen, is like the hick version of Chong!!! Mitch is a little more reserved and really doesn't know what to say in front of the camera! They both have these sweet ass beards and long hair. They must have asked them what they do all day and and they say, " Fish, hunt, and uhhh ride around....hahahahahahaha." These dudes LIVE OFF THE LAND! They decide that they are going to try to catch some Gar fish. They have to dig the worms to catch the bait fish, to catch the Gar fish! They have these 2 litre bottles painted red inside that they hang hooks from and put Perch on. They throw em in the lake in hopes of a Gar fish. Quick lil side note, my Brother, Kevin, gave my boy, Larry, some "Craw fish attractant" and told him it was cologne!!! LMAOOOO...poor Larry stunk soooooo bad!!!!! We called him "Perch" for a little while after that!!! Sorry, I got side tracked, I often do. I've never been diagnosed ADHD, but you never know!!! Anyway, they catch this Gar fish and Glen says, "We got us a Gar fish...FINALLYYYY, HUHHHAHAhahahaha!!! (just like Chong would sound)" They go home and make Gar patties and they are SOOOOOO happy!
After watching the episode, I started to think. These 2 dude have NOTHING!!! They definitely don't have a bunch of money, they live off the land, but yet they are happier than most the people I know. Why, and how can this be? They are content, they make each other happy. I think you have to have a partner, someone to grow old with, someone who shares the same dreams as you, someone that has the same sense of humor as you, and someone who compliments you! Life is supposed to be easy!!! It's the simple things that mean the most, the smiles, the laughter, the conversation, and the love! It is definitely NOT MONEY, money means NOTHING, it is a means to get you the material things you WANT, but without LOVE, you have NOTHING!
When I retire...I want to watch the sunset over the lake, on a swing on the porch with the one I love! Takin all the simple things in... go to sleep smiling and wake up smiling too!!! When I pass...I want a BBQ, and celebration for my life...THAT'S WHAT I WANT!!! I like people to smile and want to be remembered that way too! What makes you happy? Money or the simple things? To me it seems like the simple things are worth a HELL of a lot more!!!! I'm out, your boy JC!
If you have never watched the show before, it's about a bunch of dudes that hunt Alligators!!!! Well, one girl, Liz, "Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh...yeah, yeah, yeahhhh...that's looks like a good one right there Elizabethhh!!!" They set these bait lines on sticks and catch these BIG ASS GATORS!!! I'm talkin like 11-12 feet, 7-800lbs. For the most part there are 2 dudes in the boat, 1 dude grabs the line and slowly pulls the Beast to the surface and the other one blasts him with a rifle. The kill spot is like the size of a quarter!!!!! WHAT???? You have to watch it!!
In episode 5 they introduce these 2 Brothers, Glen and Mitch, and they are SWEEEEET!!!! Glen, is like the hick version of Chong!!! Mitch is a little more reserved and really doesn't know what to say in front of the camera! They both have these sweet ass beards and long hair. They must have asked them what they do all day and and they say, " Fish, hunt, and uhhh ride around....hahahahahahaha." These dudes LIVE OFF THE LAND! They decide that they are going to try to catch some Gar fish. They have to dig the worms to catch the bait fish, to catch the Gar fish! They have these 2 litre bottles painted red inside that they hang hooks from and put Perch on. They throw em in the lake in hopes of a Gar fish. Quick lil side note, my Brother, Kevin, gave my boy, Larry, some "Craw fish attractant" and told him it was cologne!!! LMAOOOO...poor Larry stunk soooooo bad!!!!! We called him "Perch" for a little while after that!!! Sorry, I got side tracked, I often do. I've never been diagnosed ADHD, but you never know!!! Anyway, they catch this Gar fish and Glen says, "We got us a Gar fish...FINALLYYYY, HUHHHAHAhahahaha!!! (just like Chong would sound)" They go home and make Gar patties and they are SOOOOOO happy!
After watching the episode, I started to think. These 2 dude have NOTHING!!! They definitely don't have a bunch of money, they live off the land, but yet they are happier than most the people I know. Why, and how can this be? They are content, they make each other happy. I think you have to have a partner, someone to grow old with, someone who shares the same dreams as you, someone that has the same sense of humor as you, and someone who compliments you! Life is supposed to be easy!!! It's the simple things that mean the most, the smiles, the laughter, the conversation, and the love! It is definitely NOT MONEY, money means NOTHING, it is a means to get you the material things you WANT, but without LOVE, you have NOTHING!
When I retire...I want to watch the sunset over the lake, on a swing on the porch with the one I love! Takin all the simple things in... go to sleep smiling and wake up smiling too!!! When I pass...I want a BBQ, and celebration for my life...THAT'S WHAT I WANT!!! I like people to smile and want to be remembered that way too! What makes you happy? Money or the simple things? To me it seems like the simple things are worth a HELL of a lot more!!!! I'm out, your boy JC!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
When You Wish Upon a Star
So tonight I went for a cruise. Sometimes I like to just get in my car and roll out. I turn the music up and try to clear my head or whatever...and Lord knows I need it! At any rate, I'm cruisin up 94 and I look up and see a shooting star. DAMN, I haven't seen a shooting star in a looooong time. I think the last time I did was campin out in my boy Hickstein's backyard. Shit, that was probably like 15 years ago.
Of course, "When you wish upon a star..." popped in my head and I made my lil wish. Let's face it, a shooting star is WAYYYYY more serious then wishin at 11:11. You get 2 shots at that shit a day. If you time it right, you can probably GET 2 a day. If it happens to be your birthday that day...That's 3 damn wishes!!! It made me think though...If you are truly passionate about your wish, somehow they do come true. I'm not talking about, "I wish I had a million dollars!", I'm talking about something you wish for that you're truly passionate about. What makes you truly passionate about something anyway? To me if you're truly passionate about something, you go to bed thinking about it AND wake up thinking about it too! If that's the case, I believe that either consciously or sub-consciously you work toward that goal and you WILL ultimately get there!
I started writing this yesterday just shortly after making my wish and didn't have a chance to finish writing it until now. However, I am so glad that it worked out the way it did because I had the opportunity to read something posted on Facebook by my uncle Danny. It said, "It's always darkest just before dawn. Don't give up before the miracle happens!" So I commented on his post, "I love that!!!", and I DO!
Sometimes in life you get discouraged; think you can't achieve something, or think your dream could never be a reality...BUT IT CAN!! What is it that you go to sleep thinking about? What is it that you wake up thinking about? Be passionate about what it is you wish for! DON'T give up before the miracle happens!!!! Thanks Uncle Danny, Love You! I'm out, your boy JC!
Of course, "When you wish upon a star..." popped in my head and I made my lil wish. Let's face it, a shooting star is WAYYYYY more serious then wishin at 11:11. You get 2 shots at that shit a day. If you time it right, you can probably GET 2 a day. If it happens to be your birthday that day...That's 3 damn wishes!!! It made me think though...If you are truly passionate about your wish, somehow they do come true. I'm not talking about, "I wish I had a million dollars!", I'm talking about something you wish for that you're truly passionate about. What makes you truly passionate about something anyway? To me if you're truly passionate about something, you go to bed thinking about it AND wake up thinking about it too! If that's the case, I believe that either consciously or sub-consciously you work toward that goal and you WILL ultimately get there!
I started writing this yesterday just shortly after making my wish and didn't have a chance to finish writing it until now. However, I am so glad that it worked out the way it did because I had the opportunity to read something posted on Facebook by my uncle Danny. It said, "It's always darkest just before dawn. Don't give up before the miracle happens!" So I commented on his post, "I love that!!!", and I DO!
Sometimes in life you get discouraged; think you can't achieve something, or think your dream could never be a reality...BUT IT CAN!! What is it that you go to sleep thinking about? What is it that you wake up thinking about? Be passionate about what it is you wish for! DON'T give up before the miracle happens!!!! Thanks Uncle Danny, Love You! I'm out, your boy JC!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Let the Music Take You There
Isn't it funny how music can take you to a certain place, a certain time, or make you recall a memory? So I'm headed home from work today listening to Jack Johnson. Lately I've been listening to a lot of acoustic, upbeat, happy shit! I really dig acoustic music, actually I just LOVE music, ALL kinds! As soon as I wake up, bang, music goes on. I get in the car, boom, the music goes on...LOUD! I roll the windows down and try to take it all in, I don't care who's lookin or who's listening. I might sing some shit outta key, but if i'm feelin it, you better believe, I'm tryin to hit that note! Shit, I might even rewind it 3, 4 times tryin to get it right. You know what I'm talkin about, I mean, if it's your jam it's your jam! I definitely THINK I'm wayyyy sweeter than I am, but who don't? You see all them fools on American Idol, can't sing a lick and then cry...Whatttt? Sorry, I'm gettin way off track.
Anyway, I come home to a house full of kids. 4 kids, between the age of 4 and 7. Two if which are mine. I walk in, log on to I-Tunes turn it up as loud as it goes, make a half a pot of coffee, on go the Dickie's, V-neck, and Air Force Ones. The kids love Justin Bieber, so we got "Baby" crankin and all the kids start dancin. I'm like a little kid inside too, so now, I hook up a sweet dance mix and we are GETTIN DOWN! The one little dude who is 7 likes Michael Jackson, so I give him the sweet Michael leg kick and up on the toes! He tries to hit his Moon Walk and I tell him, "Take your shoes off dude." I show him how to do it and then tell him, "Now if you can Moon Walk, then you can Float!" So I show him how to float too!!! Now, I got the kids ALL FIRED UP! Into the Kitchen we go, I move the table , the chairs, and to Youtube we roll! So, I decide to give em a little breakin 101. I show em how to Knee Spin, Back Spin, and even a little foot work! Now, we need to crack a damn window, cuz it's gettin hot in, so hot in huuuur!
Now, I'm searchin OLD BREAKIN shit that my Uncle Brian turned us on to when we were little. Shit, we grew up in the burbs, but my Gram stayed in the city so we were up on some things that the kids on the block didn't even know about! We would bring these bad ass mix tapes home that my Uncle made, yeah that's right, I said TAPES. My Uncle Brian was damn near a legend on our block!
So as I'm going through songs, 2 songs I play, really took me back. I played "Smurf Rock" and on Youtube they show the album cover, so I take a picture and send it to my Uncle with a text that says, "Enlightening the kids." He almost immediately hits me up and we talk for probably 10 minutes which was real nice, because we definitely don't see each other enough since my Gram passed, MMMMMMMMHMM! that's what my Gram would say. I can so hear her in my head too! I miss her a lot! Then, I played "Let Me Clear My Throat", that shit, fast forwarded your boy right to clubbin it up, two fisted ALL WEEKEND. So I decide to post the link on Facebook with a message in tribute to my boy Horse, it said, "The line for Horse's house has extended all the way to 696..." We used to get ready for the club over there and just act the fool!!! Some nights we would come home from the club and BBQ til 4-5am. So I hit Craig up and tell him what I had going on tonight and he was like, "You sound fired up!!!" I said, "You have no idea dude, I was havin wayyyyy more fun than the kids, it was like gettin ready to tear the club up!!!" All these good memories from just 2 songs!!!
It's crazy how music can take you from so HIGH, to so LOW! Why is it that if you are depressed, you listen to depressing music? When you are flyin high, you listen to happy, upbeat music! It seems like it makes more sense to listen to shit that makes you happy ALL the time, right? Unless maybe the depressing shit you're listening to reminds you of someone that you miss or something, but then wouldn't it make more sense to just hit em up???? All I know is...I LOVE MUSIC!!! Have a great night, and don't forget to smile!!!! Your Boy JC
Anyway, I come home to a house full of kids. 4 kids, between the age of 4 and 7. Two if which are mine. I walk in, log on to I-Tunes turn it up as loud as it goes, make a half a pot of coffee, on go the Dickie's, V-neck, and Air Force Ones. The kids love Justin Bieber, so we got "Baby" crankin and all the kids start dancin. I'm like a little kid inside too, so now, I hook up a sweet dance mix and we are GETTIN DOWN! The one little dude who is 7 likes Michael Jackson, so I give him the sweet Michael leg kick and up on the toes! He tries to hit his Moon Walk and I tell him, "Take your shoes off dude." I show him how to do it and then tell him, "Now if you can Moon Walk, then you can Float!" So I show him how to float too!!! Now, I got the kids ALL FIRED UP! Into the Kitchen we go, I move the table , the chairs, and to Youtube we roll! So, I decide to give em a little breakin 101. I show em how to Knee Spin, Back Spin, and even a little foot work! Now, we need to crack a damn window, cuz it's gettin hot in, so hot in huuuur!
Now, I'm searchin OLD BREAKIN shit that my Uncle Brian turned us on to when we were little. Shit, we grew up in the burbs, but my Gram stayed in the city so we were up on some things that the kids on the block didn't even know about! We would bring these bad ass mix tapes home that my Uncle made, yeah that's right, I said TAPES. My Uncle Brian was damn near a legend on our block!
So as I'm going through songs, 2 songs I play, really took me back. I played "Smurf Rock" and on Youtube they show the album cover, so I take a picture and send it to my Uncle with a text that says, "Enlightening the kids." He almost immediately hits me up and we talk for probably 10 minutes which was real nice, because we definitely don't see each other enough since my Gram passed, MMMMMMMMHMM! that's what my Gram would say. I can so hear her in my head too! I miss her a lot! Then, I played "Let Me Clear My Throat", that shit, fast forwarded your boy right to clubbin it up, two fisted ALL WEEKEND. So I decide to post the link on Facebook with a message in tribute to my boy Horse, it said, "The line for Horse's house has extended all the way to 696..." We used to get ready for the club over there and just act the fool!!! Some nights we would come home from the club and BBQ til 4-5am. So I hit Craig up and tell him what I had going on tonight and he was like, "You sound fired up!!!" I said, "You have no idea dude, I was havin wayyyyy more fun than the kids, it was like gettin ready to tear the club up!!!" All these good memories from just 2 songs!!!
It's crazy how music can take you from so HIGH, to so LOW! Why is it that if you are depressed, you listen to depressing music? When you are flyin high, you listen to happy, upbeat music! It seems like it makes more sense to listen to shit that makes you happy ALL the time, right? Unless maybe the depressing shit you're listening to reminds you of someone that you miss or something, but then wouldn't it make more sense to just hit em up???? All I know is...I LOVE MUSIC!!! Have a great night, and don't forget to smile!!!! Your Boy JC
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Speed Watcher by LKC
I got the first one....:) Today, I was driving along a beautiful lake-lined boulevard, on the way home from church, listening to a beautiful piece of music--okay--I am going five miles over the speed limit--along with everyone else on the lake-lined boulevard. All of a sudden, I see it! Yes, you guessed it. The "Speed Watcher" car is sitting diagonally in the road, waiting to make that turn--and does! Yiiks, Is the "Speed Watcher" car after me, I wonder?
Everyone, including me, slows down. No brake lights are visible, but a gradual, slow down occurs. This time "Speed Watcher" car drives the length of the lake-line boulevard to its city limit. This time, everyone makes it out. A ticket-free ride! Hallelujah, Hallelujah...ThankYou Jesus :)
I wasn't always that lucky. But that is another speed watcher, no seat belt on story.
Everyone, including me, slows down. No brake lights are visible, but a gradual, slow down occurs. This time "Speed Watcher" car drives the length of the lake-line boulevard to its city limit. This time, everyone makes it out. A ticket-free ride! Hallelujah, Hallelujah...ThankYou Jesus :)
I wasn't always that lucky. But that is another speed watcher, no seat belt on story.
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