Sunday, February 16, 2014
Excited to Announce David and Diesel's Dirty Dozen
Hello everyone. I am excited to announce my newest show with cohost Patrick Strickley where we have an overall top 12 of things from sports, movies, tv, music and more. We get off track a lot and that's okay because when we get off track the stuff gets interesting! We encourage any comments, feedback, and topic ideas. Our first episode is called "Man Crushes." You can see it below.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
If Mike Tython Grew up ath Me: Part Deux
So after hearing many spectacular reviews of my original Mike Tyson blog about if I didn't exist and he lived in my shoes written as if he was speaking outloud in a journal or diary of sorts, I decided to do another just like it. Here was the original written May 30, 2013: Here ith the link thupid. Open it to wead my sthenthative blog ath Mike Tython.
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The Mike Tython ath David Bwookth Diaries Part Deux.
Deaw Diawy:
Thith ith your boy Mike, You know one of the baddeth men on the whole wide planet? I bit a dudeth ear off for Chritht thaketh, but thomething ith weally weird diawy. I have no memowy of any of thoth thingth I did in my life, All the fownacating I did with all thoth bitchy women. Diawy I feel like I am in a whole new life now.
I have thith father who ith crazy diawy. I have never met a man tho intimidating yet tho thweet. He ith the thweeteth tough guy I have ever met diawy. I could never do that in the pweviouth life that I feel like wath all a dweam. I cannot balanth being sthweet and being nathty. But diawy, in thith new life I am twying to have a sthenthative thide. My dad, big Dave ith sthowing me the way.
My momth, sthe'th jutht the sthweetetht lady on the planet. Sthe alwayth doeth the right thing. Diawy, I thruggle wif that sthepific thing. In thith new life diawy, I watch the birdth feed their young and I think about the miracle of life diawy. There ith sthomething about life bigger than any one perthon. Diawy, life ith about making otherth happy. Mean sthomething. Be thomebody. Do the right thing, right? If I could take back all thethe howwible memorithesth about my old damn life, I would diawy. I do have a sthenthative efically wight mind in there sthomewhere. My mother isth the key. I get thith fwom her and I admire her every day diawy. I love her.
I have two sthisthersth diawy. People tell me, Tharah and me look a lot a like which maketh no darn sthcence becauth I am a large black man, with a bad assth tattoo on my facthe that maketh me look terrifying. Stharah alwayth meanth well but she isth a little bossthy. She ith alwayth telling me what to do diawy. I am not uthed to that. I'm uthed to telling people I want to eat their childwen and then doing it. Tharah ith a monsther thometimeth but she meanth well. She is like my besthd fwiend in a way. She playth video gameth and sportsth. She is almostht the bwother I never had.
My other sthisther ith Lauwa. Not Lora. Lauwa. She getth pissthed if you call her Lora. All Lauwath do stho sthart getting it wight. She is a reading machine. And she alwayth have your back no matter what diawy. I want you to know that. She's alwayth there to get me if I had a bad night out pawtying and she is alwayth looking out for me with my diabetethes when I'm not taking care of mythelf. Diawy she detherveth more credit than I give her.
Diawy, I work in inthurance. It is a lot diffewent than boxing. I feel like in my path life, I pounded peopleth headth in but I've been having thethe bad dweamth about sthome dude named Buthter Douglath. I feel like he had sthoemting to do wif my old caweer, before I woke up in thith new life.
Diawy, what ith the deal wif Justhin Bieber? Doeth he think he isth hardcore, becauth he hath a arm sthleeve tattoo? You awen't even hardcore until you get a damn facthe tattoo man. I wanna cee him in the sthreeth thomeday and I would pound him fwom here to Michael Jackthon'th Neverland Ranch. I misth Michael Jackthon. In my old life I feel like I wath one of the thwee mosth famous Michaelth of all time, along with Mr. Jackthon and Mr. Jowdan. I play on a bathketball team, but we aren't on the Bullth level. We just play in an alumni tournament in Bellevue. Man Bellevue is nothing like Vegath. The honeyth there are 10'sth. In Bellevue the ladieth average around 5. There are a few good looking oneth there though. I have a particular 10 in my mind wight now. Wouldn't you like to know who it is diawy? Well too bad, ith a sthecret even from you.
Well diawy, Itsth about time I go and watch thith wonderful nature. I want to watch the birdth fly. I want to sthee the deer run through the wild foresth. I want to see salmon flying through a wild wiver. Diawy I want to appweciate thith world we live in. Life isthn't that bad. We are all lucky God shtelected usth to be on thisth planet and it is gloriouth. Be a good perthon. I got a second chance and I'm going to make it count Diawy. Living asth thith other perthon isn't so bad. I gueth what I want to sthummarize ith that no matter what you go through diawy, thisth life ith valuable and you can rebound. I pwomisthe thith. Do sthomething for thomeone elthe. You will get thith wawm feeling inthide diawy. I'm working on being the betht perthon I can be.
Winner of the Day: The deep freeze. Jesus. This weather has been crazy this winter. It's the coldest one I can remember since I have been alive, so I have to give Mr. Freeze or Mother Nature or whoever choses this weather to burst everyone's pipes across the country.
Loser of the Day: Lance Armstrong. Why? Because he's a loser every day. Him and Ryan Braun. It's not cool to lie about what you're doing either way, but to throw innocent people under the bus? That's where you become a very low person.
Quote of the Day: "Change is not an event. It's a process."-Cheryl James
Song of the Day: "That's What Friends are For" by Dionne Warwick and Stevie Wonder.
Snapple fact of the Day:
Lion attack of the Day:
Monday, January 20, 2014
Making Soap, a blogging challenge, football stuff, Home Ec and a whale pic.
One of my favorite covers of all time on any movie is Fight Club.
The iconic soap cover. Why is the cover of a movie about a fight club have a picture of soap on it? Well if you haven't seen the movie, this question has probably come to mind. If you have seen it you know that Tyler Durden makes soap in his home. He uses lard from a liposuction clinic and a few chemicals and makes these bars of soap and sells them to department stores. Now, according to the movie you can change one detail in the recipe and make bombs or something, but I don't know if that's true nor do I care to look it up because this blog isn't about that, it's about the fact that Tyler Durden made soap. It's not challenging at all actually, and in the ancient world people found their clothes to get cleaner in certain parts of the water. This, according to Fight Club, was because in those parts of the water human sacrifices were made, and they're stuff from their bodies was called lye and if you combine it with the saltiness of fat you can make some pretty legitimate soap.
Now most of you aren't following where I'm going here, I'm sure. I'm not putting making soap on my bucket list or anything. Honestly I'm allergic to most soap. I use Dove which isn't technically soap I believe. It's actually a moisturizer which if you've seen my elbows or my scalp lately, you know I need. I am pumped when there's a snowstorm out so no one knows how bad my dandruff is. I use Head and Shoulders but it's never helped me honestly. I wonder what will happen when I go completely bald? Will I still get dandruff? Is that even possible? I'm getting off track. Today is really slow at work , so I challenged a close friend of mine to give me an off the beat blog topic to write about. Lately I've not really been doing the comedy blog thing although sometimes my awesome sense of humor seeps through the cracks of many of my blogs, so I wanted to write something that I could have a little fun with. Well the topic I was challenged with was homemade items. Now let's face it people I'm not a homemade person at all. Like I literally cooked chicken for the first time a couple weeks ago if you want to call that homemade. I am a creative person, but I don't really know how to make much. I took Home Ec in 7th grade and that's the last time I ever had to do anything regarding making things. I had to make a pillow. It turned out pretty good, except I definitely didn't hold a steady line on the seam or anything but I did okay. I did make my whole group fail on a French Toast project though, which I know how to make if you follow my Instagram @DavidBrooks1985 you would see current lovely French Toasts which I'm a beast at. I can't really cook much so I'm proud of my breakfast skills. I just went back and looked and couldn't find any French Toast pictures so maybe I shockingly never took them but below you can see my pancakes I made.
Loser of the Day: Richard Sherman. The dude was very outspoken about how Michael Crabtree was talking smack about him. He took a few shots at the receiver on his postgame comments. I mean dude, seriously you just made the Super Bowl. Be happy about that.
Quote of the Day: Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Robert Brault
Song of the Day: "I'll be There" by the Jackson 5
Whale Photo of the Day:
The iconic soap cover. Why is the cover of a movie about a fight club have a picture of soap on it? Well if you haven't seen the movie, this question has probably come to mind. If you have seen it you know that Tyler Durden makes soap in his home. He uses lard from a liposuction clinic and a few chemicals and makes these bars of soap and sells them to department stores. Now, according to the movie you can change one detail in the recipe and make bombs or something, but I don't know if that's true nor do I care to look it up because this blog isn't about that, it's about the fact that Tyler Durden made soap. It's not challenging at all actually, and in the ancient world people found their clothes to get cleaner in certain parts of the water. This, according to Fight Club, was because in those parts of the water human sacrifices were made, and they're stuff from their bodies was called lye and if you combine it with the saltiness of fat you can make some pretty legitimate soap.
Now most of you aren't following where I'm going here, I'm sure. I'm not putting making soap on my bucket list or anything. Honestly I'm allergic to most soap. I use Dove which isn't technically soap I believe. It's actually a moisturizer which if you've seen my elbows or my scalp lately, you know I need. I am pumped when there's a snowstorm out so no one knows how bad my dandruff is. I use Head and Shoulders but it's never helped me honestly. I wonder what will happen when I go completely bald? Will I still get dandruff? Is that even possible? I'm getting off track. Today is really slow at work , so I challenged a close friend of mine to give me an off the beat blog topic to write about. Lately I've not really been doing the comedy blog thing although sometimes my awesome sense of humor seeps through the cracks of many of my blogs, so I wanted to write something that I could have a little fun with. Well the topic I was challenged with was homemade items. Now let's face it people I'm not a homemade person at all. Like I literally cooked chicken for the first time a couple weeks ago if you want to call that homemade. I am a creative person, but I don't really know how to make much. I took Home Ec in 7th grade and that's the last time I ever had to do anything regarding making things. I had to make a pillow. It turned out pretty good, except I definitely didn't hold a steady line on the seam or anything but I did okay. I did make my whole group fail on a French Toast project though, which I know how to make if you follow my Instagram @DavidBrooks1985 you would see current lovely French Toasts which I'm a beast at. I can't really cook much so I'm proud of my breakfast skills. I just went back and looked and couldn't find any French Toast pictures so maybe I shockingly never took them but below you can see my pancakes I made.
I made my group fail because I put a piece of French Toast in the batter or mixture or whatever you call it and it literally sucked up all the batter. We were supposed to have enough for 5 pieces, but all of our batter was sucked up by one slice of damn bread. I still feel bad for it to this day.
Well anyway, part of being me would be to broaden my horizons a little bit and learn how to do more crafts, and make more things. Soap could be super fun to make and if it makes me just as cool as Tyler Durden than I think I would be going in the right path. My friend will be teaching me how to make a candle and I look forward to that. First of all I have a Sentsy thing my sister got me as a housewarming gift and I had no idea how to get the old wax out, so I just put my new scent in there and it caused this super funky smell in my house that I need to fix! So it will be cool to get that fixed up with my new smelling personally made wax or whatever along with a super awesome candle. I am a candle guy and I look forward to experimenting with scents. As a man, there needs to be lots of ways to disguise a smell and I have some smell ideas I will have to talk over with my candlestick maker friend to see if they will work. And there it is, my blog on homemade stuff!
Winner of the Day: Champ Bailey. He's been in the NFL for 15 years. He is one of the greatest cornerbacks of all times and will be going to the Hall of Fame. He made is first Super Bowl yesterday and as far as the Super Bowl goes, I will be rooting for his team, the Broncos
Quote of the Day: Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Robert Brault
Song of the Day: "I'll be There" by the Jackson 5
Whale Photo of the Day:
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
David AKA So-Crates the Philosopher, My Country Lyrics, And Doing it My Way.
So this wasn't really a New Year's resolution or anything, but sometime in the past few months I've been living the philosophy I've been preaching since they started calling me So-Crates at sand volleyball back in 2009. Yes, that's a Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure reference if you picked that up.
I've always been one of those people others come to for advice. I always picture myself as that Rafiki-like guy in the movies who has these wise cracks that people see as wisdom to live by.
Maybe I'll have a long gray beard and incense burning while people come to me. I'll probably have a velvet robe, stunna Oakley aviator shades, and a bad ass diamond studded grill because I would want to give my advice in style but maybe I'd get rid of the incense because I'm allergic and the stench would get in my robe.
But anyway, I started living my life how I wanted. I'm just going to do what I want. I mean I'm still going to be an ethical person and follow morals, but I'm not going to care what others think of me in any way. I have strong opinions about things and I don't really back down. You can read about several of them I have written about in past blogs, but I haven't really just put myself out there. I haven't been myself. I've always been an image of what society expects me to be. I'm not that anymore. I'm still a gentleman, I'm still chivalrous, and I still believe you should treat every woman you run into like a princess.
With that being said that's not what I was meaning by living how I want. I'm just getting out of this box I put myself in by doing the 9-5 thing, well actually 8-4:30 thing and just going home and being boring. I'm going to put myself out there and do things I've always wanted to do. Life is too short to not be who you want to be and after my scare with my damn diabetes I started realizing not to take any day for granted. I want every day to be better than the last and I can't achieve that by not being myself. I want to see the Great Pyramid at Giza before I die (Of course I have to wait for the fighting to stop in Egypt first).
I want to write a movie script good enough to send to Hollywood. I want to pay for someone's meal behind me in a drive thru. I want to stop eating fast food. I want to produce a rap song. Not just the Phathead KingofCOV stuff but an actual song. I can write lyrics pretty well and we all know I have flow. I want to meet John Malkovich. I want to stand for something. I want to give anonymously. I want to be remembered for being a good person. I want to help cure diabetes. I want to move people with the words that I write. I want to make a stranger smile every day. I want to make my friends laugh to the point of tears but I warn you I'm so funny it may hurt after a while. I want to get deeper into faith and listen to my heart more. I want Jesus to be my homeboy, and God to be my dude.
I have worn this crucifix around my neck every day since I received it for Christmas while I was still in high school. A painting of Mary hangs on my wall to protect me and was given to me for that purpose after my lung collapsed by some wonderful people. Sure I was drunk once and made out with the photo, but that isn't blasphemous at all! I want to be a better person each day, and I want to keep a smile on my face. I want to stay happy and optimistic. I want to do it my way like Frank Sinatra.
I don't want to mask and hold in my problems. I want to be able to talk about them. I'm glad I have this forum and wonderful readers like you to listen. I want to talk less and listen more. I want to look at the stars and be hypnotized by how wonderful this universe is. I want to learn more and write more and learn to play an instrument other than the snare drum in 7th grade. Gosh I remember when the Yeti powerbombed Tony Cummings into a chair in 7th grade before a band concert and knocked out his tooth. Tony was a trooper though! He went on stage after. I want to learn from the past but remember the good times.
There are so many other things I want to tell you guys, but I'm writing this because I wanted to share this country song I wrote. I wrote the lyrics and I am having a work friend's minister write the music for it and possibly sing it for me. I was very inspired by God writing this and it kind of brought me closer to him. It has a lot of pain I've gone through in my life and I wrote it thanking God for helping me through it. This relates because I just woke up the other day listening to country music, George Strait, Luke Bryan, etc. and I wanted to write a song. I've always written rap song but country captures the down home feel and it tells an amazing story. I've written before about how I believe rap and country are very similar in roots and have very similar qualities in a 2011 blog, http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-rap-music-bears-vasolene-kills.html. Rap and country both tell a story and both are based on territory and love, and they both talk about struggle. Tupac writes about the pain he went through and his life struggles. Listen to George Jones. It's the same thing. Nelly gets it, and so does Ludacris. They are crossing over in songs, and Jason Aldean had a huge hit that was more rap than country.
Anyway, I could write for hours on this subject, but here's the song: I promise it will be way better once you can hear it!!
(Spoken)
And I am thanking him.... By writing this song. Thank you Lord
Winner of the Day: The Minnesota Vikings. They landed my favorite coach from the Bengals as their head coach today, Mike Zimmer. He's a great man and coach. The scene where the Bengals won after he lost his wife is the most powerful scene I've seen in football back in 2009. He will be missed here after he leaves and I will be rooting for him. I'm a Mike Zimmer fan.
The locker room<<click there to see Zimmer in the locker room.
Loser of the Day: Curtis Reeves. This man killed a man in a theater for texting during the previews of a movie. Now isn't this a little extreme? It's getting a little scary to go to the movies with all the shootings. Link >>> http://www.cnn.com/2014/01/14/justice/florida-movie-theater-shooting/index.html
Quote of the day: I just need to tell you a few things. You always listen to your mother. You understand? Do what she tells you to do. She’s your best friend. You tell her you love her every day.
You’re too young for girls right now, but… there’s going to come a time. When it does, you treat them like princesses. ‘Cause that’s what they are.
When you say you’re going to do something… When you say you’re going to do something, you do it. Because your word is your bond, son. It’s all you have.
And money. You make money if you get a chance, even if you got to sell out once in a while. Make as much money as you can. Don’t be stupid like your father. Everything is so much easier with money, son.
Don’t smoke.
Be kind to people. When somebody chooses you… We talked about this. You stand up. You be a man.
You stay away from the bad things, son, please. Don’t get caught up in the bad things. There’s so many great things out there for you.
I’ll never leave you. I’m always with you. Right there. I love you, son.
I've always been one of those people others come to for advice. I always picture myself as that Rafiki-like guy in the movies who has these wise cracks that people see as wisdom to live by.
Maybe I'll have a long gray beard and incense burning while people come to me. I'll probably have a velvet robe, stunna Oakley aviator shades, and a bad ass diamond studded grill because I would want to give my advice in style but maybe I'd get rid of the incense because I'm allergic and the stench would get in my robe.
But anyway, I started living my life how I wanted. I'm just going to do what I want. I mean I'm still going to be an ethical person and follow morals, but I'm not going to care what others think of me in any way. I have strong opinions about things and I don't really back down. You can read about several of them I have written about in past blogs, but I haven't really just put myself out there. I haven't been myself. I've always been an image of what society expects me to be. I'm not that anymore. I'm still a gentleman, I'm still chivalrous, and I still believe you should treat every woman you run into like a princess.
With that being said that's not what I was meaning by living how I want. I'm just getting out of this box I put myself in by doing the 9-5 thing, well actually 8-4:30 thing and just going home and being boring. I'm going to put myself out there and do things I've always wanted to do. Life is too short to not be who you want to be and after my scare with my damn diabetes I started realizing not to take any day for granted. I want every day to be better than the last and I can't achieve that by not being myself. I want to see the Great Pyramid at Giza before I die (Of course I have to wait for the fighting to stop in Egypt first).
I want to write a movie script good enough to send to Hollywood. I want to pay for someone's meal behind me in a drive thru. I want to stop eating fast food. I want to produce a rap song. Not just the Phathead KingofCOV stuff but an actual song. I can write lyrics pretty well and we all know I have flow. I want to meet John Malkovich. I want to stand for something. I want to give anonymously. I want to be remembered for being a good person. I want to help cure diabetes. I want to move people with the words that I write. I want to make a stranger smile every day. I want to make my friends laugh to the point of tears but I warn you I'm so funny it may hurt after a while. I want to get deeper into faith and listen to my heart more. I want Jesus to be my homeboy, and God to be my dude.
I have worn this crucifix around my neck every day since I received it for Christmas while I was still in high school. A painting of Mary hangs on my wall to protect me and was given to me for that purpose after my lung collapsed by some wonderful people. Sure I was drunk once and made out with the photo, but that isn't blasphemous at all! I want to be a better person each day, and I want to keep a smile on my face. I want to stay happy and optimistic. I want to do it my way like Frank Sinatra.
I don't want to mask and hold in my problems. I want to be able to talk about them. I'm glad I have this forum and wonderful readers like you to listen. I want to talk less and listen more. I want to look at the stars and be hypnotized by how wonderful this universe is. I want to learn more and write more and learn to play an instrument other than the snare drum in 7th grade. Gosh I remember when the Yeti powerbombed Tony Cummings into a chair in 7th grade before a band concert and knocked out his tooth. Tony was a trooper though! He went on stage after. I want to learn from the past but remember the good times.
There are so many other things I want to tell you guys, but I'm writing this because I wanted to share this country song I wrote. I wrote the lyrics and I am having a work friend's minister write the music for it and possibly sing it for me. I was very inspired by God writing this and it kind of brought me closer to him. It has a lot of pain I've gone through in my life and I wrote it thanking God for helping me through it. This relates because I just woke up the other day listening to country music, George Strait, Luke Bryan, etc. and I wanted to write a song. I've always written rap song but country captures the down home feel and it tells an amazing story. I've written before about how I believe rap and country are very similar in roots and have very similar qualities in a 2011 blog, http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-rap-music-bears-vasolene-kills.html. Rap and country both tell a story and both are based on territory and love, and they both talk about struggle. Tupac writes about the pain he went through and his life struggles. Listen to George Jones. It's the same thing. Nelly gets it, and so does Ludacris. They are crossing over in songs, and Jason Aldean had a huge hit that was more rap than country.
Anyway, I could write for hours on this subject, but here's the song: I promise it will be way better once you can hear it!!
Thanking Him
(Verse 1)
As I look out on this beautiful sky,
I thank god that I'm still alive,
I've been through hell and back again,
My lung collapsed when I was ten,
God's tested me in many ways,
And I'm thankful I wake every--day,
He gave me a crutch a couple years later,
Diabetes still didn't convert me to being a
hater,
He helps me fight through all that is wrong,
And I'm thanking him-- by writing this
song....
(Chorus)
I got a good head on my shoulders and a mom
who loves me,
Whether life throws a boulder or a sting by a
bee,
He's there walking me through when times get
tough,
Calming the storm when the waves get rough,
And I thank god...
I praise The Lord...
I thank Jesus...
I praise The Lord.
(Verse 2)
He was there for me when I took my first
ride,
When the bicycle chain twisted I thought I
had died,
He helped me up and he dusted me off,
He's also the medicine I need when I have a
cough,
He's the gps navigating when I lost my way,
He's a forgiving spirit when I forget to
pray,
He's that inspirational tune when you're
kinda down,
He's the company you need when you're alone
in this town,
He's with you through distances whether short
or long,
And I'm thanking him.... By writing this
song...
(Chorus)
I got a good head on my shoulders and a mom who
loves me,
Whether life throws a boulder or a sting by a
bee,
He's there walking me through when times get
tough,
Calming the storm when the waves get rough,
And I thank god...
I praise The Lord...
I thank Jesus...
I praise The Lord.
(Bridge)
Verse 3
There are countless events he has helped me
through,
But don't forget... He's there for the good
times too!!
Like my first home run in a little league
game,
And that sunny spring morning when my mom
first said my name,
He placed me in the great country U. S. Of A.
And I have a family who loves me each day,
We take him for granted but he's always
there,
Whenever you need him he will always care,
When you are at your weakest, he will stay
strong,
And I'm thanking him... By writing this
song...
(Chorus) I got a good head on my shoulders
and a mom who loves me,
Whether life throws a boulder or a sting by a
bee,
He's there walking me through when times get
tough,
Calming the storm when the waves get rough,
And I thank god...
I praise The Lord...
I thank Jesus...
I praise The Lord.
Winner of the Day: The Minnesota Vikings. They landed my favorite coach from the Bengals as their head coach today, Mike Zimmer. He's a great man and coach. The scene where the Bengals won after he lost his wife is the most powerful scene I've seen in football back in 2009. He will be missed here after he leaves and I will be rooting for him. I'm a Mike Zimmer fan.
The locker room<<click there to see Zimmer in the locker room.
Loser of the Day: Curtis Reeves. This man killed a man in a theater for texting during the previews of a movie. Now isn't this a little extreme? It's getting a little scary to go to the movies with all the shootings. Link >>> http://www.cnn.com/2014/01/14/justice/florida-movie-theater-shooting/index.html
Quote of the day: I just need to tell you a few things. You always listen to your mother. You understand? Do what she tells you to do. She’s your best friend. You tell her you love her every day.
You’re too young for girls right now, but… there’s going to come a time. When it does, you treat them like princesses. ‘Cause that’s what they are.
When you say you’re going to do something… When you say you’re going to do something, you do it. Because your word is your bond, son. It’s all you have.
And money. You make money if you get a chance, even if you got to sell out once in a while. Make as much money as you can. Don’t be stupid like your father. Everything is so much easier with money, son.
Don’t smoke.
Be kind to people. When somebody chooses you… We talked about this. You stand up. You be a man.
You stay away from the bad things, son, please. Don’t get caught up in the bad things. There’s so many great things out there for you.
I’ll never leave you. I’m always with you. Right there. I love you, son.
-John Q. (Denzel Washington as John Q.)
Song of the Day: Grillz by Nelly ft. Paul Wall Ali and Gip.
Man Bear Pig of the Day:
Monday, December 30, 2013
The Brainey's (Winners, Losers, and other things of 2013). From Miley to Mandela and teacher sex scandals
2013. In a year that marijuana became legal in 2 states, the royal family of England had a new baby. All I have to say to that is who the hell cares? Last I checked we won our independence from England over 230 years ago so why should we care about the royal family? Why all the hype? Please explain it to me. Benjamin Franklin would be appalled that so many Americans were anxiously awaiting a baby to be born from Prince William of the freaking UK. And when was the last time that the royal family did anything significant in their own country? You can't think of it either.
Now that I got that out of the way, I have always done an awards of the year stemming back to my Myspace blogging days. They were called The Diesel of the Year Awards, but on this new blogger format, I have called them the Brainey's. They are kind of like high school superlatives. These are the winners, losers, and other things of 2013:
Winner of the Year: Boston. The Red Sox won the World Series and in all seriousness that was not who I was rooting for. They won after a terrible season the year before. But that's not why I gave Boston the win in this category. The city of Boston wins because of the terrible terrorist attack and how they responded to it. Even though I am not a fan of the city, I support them through this tragedy and I know no one from there will acknowledge this from the city but stay #bostonstrong (first hashtag in any blog).
Loser of the Year: Pacman Jones. Yes I am a fan of this guy. I feel like he truly rehabilitated his life and he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time sometimes. But I can never defend violence against women. He hit a woman who was screaming at him. I don't care what she said, it is never okay to hit a female and that's what he did.
Ginger of the Year: Andy Dalton. Why does he win this? Well he broke the Bengals' passing yardage and touchdown record, all the while leading the Bengals to their 3rd straight playoffs. There tends to be a good Andy and a bad Andy as they played this year and as Dalton goes the Bengals will go this playoffs. I can't think of any other gingers who could win this as Yukon Cornelius has been missing in films since the 1960's.
Most changed since Last Year: Miley Cyrus. Is this even debatable? And who didn't see it coming? Child star wanting to rebel from Dad and apparently sticking your tongue out is rebelling? Well anyway, I'm of the belief that it's all an act, because it's working and she's selling a bunch of records. It's hard to transition into the adult industry after being a child, ask ginger Danny Bonaduce who will never win the above award.
Goodbyes in 2013:
Paul Walker: Died in a car crash. There will be no more making fun of him. He deserved an Oscar for his role in Joy Ride. Not really. He's no Daniel Day Lewis but he is Paul Walker and it is sad that he is gone as the Fast and Furious series will not be the same. And since most of my viewers are ladies, see below. Just don't think about him being dead or that's just awkward.
Thomas Howard: Former Bengals linebacker passed also in a car crash. He was going over 100. Don't speed.
Nelson Mandela: RIP to the man who changed a nation when all hope would have been lost by a weaker man. He beat apartheid and saved South Africa and brought together the most racist nation of the 20th Century.
Corey Monteith: Glee actor who died of a drug overdose. I did enjoy the first season of Glee and then it started going downhill
Mindy Mcready: The troubled country singer died of a suicide. She had her whole life ahead of her and was on top of the world in the 90's.
Now that I got that out of the way, I have always done an awards of the year stemming back to my Myspace blogging days. They were called The Diesel of the Year Awards, but on this new blogger format, I have called them the Brainey's. They are kind of like high school superlatives. These are the winners, losers, and other things of 2013:
Winner of the Year: Boston. The Red Sox won the World Series and in all seriousness that was not who I was rooting for. They won after a terrible season the year before. But that's not why I gave Boston the win in this category. The city of Boston wins because of the terrible terrorist attack and how they responded to it. Even though I am not a fan of the city, I support them through this tragedy and I know no one from there will acknowledge this from the city but stay #bostonstrong (first hashtag in any blog).
Loser of the Year: Pacman Jones. Yes I am a fan of this guy. I feel like he truly rehabilitated his life and he's just in the wrong place at the wrong time sometimes. But I can never defend violence against women. He hit a woman who was screaming at him. I don't care what she said, it is never okay to hit a female and that's what he did.
Man of the Year: Pope Francis because he is bringing a swagger and a new attitude into the Catholic faith and is actually changing a lot of things for the good and bringing the Catholic faith into the new millennium. Finally.
Woman of the Year: Jennifer Lawrence. She took Hollywood by storm with her cute but sexy smile and her ability to actually act. We all know her as Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games but she showed incredible performances in Silver Linings Playbook and American Hustle (which is what I'm told as I haven't seen it yet).
Quote of the Year: “You guys are just standing up because you feel bad that I fell, and that’s really embarrassing, but thank you.”-Jennifer Lawrence after she won best actress at the Oscar's.
Song of the Year: Royals by Lorde. Just 16, this Australian star burst on to the scene with this hip new sound and took America by storm.
Joke of the year: I was accused of being sexist several times. You can read about it here. http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2013/05/sexism.html I will never back down from my chivalrous ways or call myself sexist for believing in them.
Blog of the Year: My blog about teachers and sex scandals was the most read blog since 2011 and it's popular because it is intriguing and interesting to everyone from many different perspectives. Read here: http://davidbrooks1985.blogspot.com/2013/07/teachers-and-sex-scandals-bellevue.html
Underachieving Team of the Year: The Cincinnati Reds. They really struggled down the stretch and had no sense of urgency or team unity as they failed to win the one game playoff against the Pirates and ultimately got Dusty fired.
Ginger of the Year: Andy Dalton. Why does he win this? Well he broke the Bengals' passing yardage and touchdown record, all the while leading the Bengals to their 3rd straight playoffs. There tends to be a good Andy and a bad Andy as they played this year and as Dalton goes the Bengals will go this playoffs. I can't think of any other gingers who could win this as Yukon Cornelius has been missing in films since the 1960's.
Goodbyes in 2013:
Paul Walker: Died in a car crash. There will be no more making fun of him. He deserved an Oscar for his role in Joy Ride. Not really. He's no Daniel Day Lewis but he is Paul Walker and it is sad that he is gone as the Fast and Furious series will not be the same. And since most of my viewers are ladies, see below. Just don't think about him being dead or that's just awkward.
Chris Kelly AKA Mac Daddy of Kriss-Kross. We've all jumped to them. and we all owe him a tribute as he died this year. He is miggidy miggidy miggidy macing in heaven.
Thomas Howard: Former Bengals linebacker passed also in a car crash. He was going over 100. Don't speed.
Nelson Mandela: RIP to the man who changed a nation when all hope would have been lost by a weaker man. He beat apartheid and saved South Africa and brought together the most racist nation of the 20th Century.
Corey Monteith: Glee actor who died of a drug overdose. I did enjoy the first season of Glee and then it started going downhill
Mindy Mcready: The troubled country singer died of a suicide. She had her whole life ahead of her and was on top of the world in the 90's.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
A Very Thankful Thanksgiving (and some other off the wall stuff)
Tomorrow marks Thanksgiving and I am thankful for a lot of things. I am thankful for beginning to take care of myself. Things got scary for a minute but I truly believe everything happens for a reason so maybe my neuropathy actually came as a warning to begin to take care of myself. I am thankful to feel better. I still have some bad days but mostly good. I am thankful to my wonderful mother for helping me get through this. She won't read this because I banned her from reading my blogs so I'm sure she will hear from word of mouth. I don't tell them enough, but thank you to my sisters for putting up with my shenanigans this year and helping me through my medical issues. My dad is also very important in my life and without him I wouldn't be the man I am today, even though I still can't beat the guy in mercy and he lets me know. He is the most intimidating sweet person I know and that makes him super cool.
I am thankful for my readers. You all have seen my moods all over the map, mostly dry humor and sarcasm, but lately sad and angry posts. This is my journal sometimes and I make it public so maybe I can make someone laugh here and there or help one person in some way. I also like the attention and I like to share my writing talent. I love every single one of you even the haters, because you improve my blog stats. And here's a little bit of a shuffle because I'm so happy you read!
I am also thankful for teachers sleeping with students because the blog I wrote on that subject became #1. Here's the blog: Teachers and Sex Scandals Obviously that's my sarcasm coming in. This is becoming a bigger and bigger problem in schools and I believe the cougar thing that is big now among teens and that along with teachers being super horny, and some teachers stuck in the still wanting to be in high school and those wanting more than what their marriage brings is a perfect recipe for these stories to pop up. I'm not blaming either side. I'm blaming society and the world we live in. You can't make a teacher go look like the sub in Miss Nelson in Missing. That's not fair to them. Yes I just referenced a children's book. I took Children's Lit in college for a 300 level elective and I was the only male in that class which was horrible because I got called on every day because the teacher knew my name immediately.
I'm thankful for Arnold Schwartzanegger (doubt I spelled it right), and Samuel L. Jackson. I'm thankful for being myself and being as patient as I am. I'm thankful for my friends. Without them I wouldn't have made it through the tough times. From the many fights about my blood sugars with Nic, to the partying at Bubba's. Even the talks with Elyse about my life at work. Mindy saving me on the day I forgot my pump. April being there whenever I need to talk. Wow so many friends I owe a thank you to: Brad and Laura during the Halloween party for being with my while I was down, and so many more I'm leaving off but thank you all for being there and your prayers because without all of you I wouldn't be here and that's a fact. I don't sweat the little things, and I let a lot of things go because I see the big picture and this beautiful life we are all blessed with so do something with it. Make a difference. Be a good person even when all of the odds are against you. I will stop being philosophical now and get back to it: I'm thankful for the discovery of cheese, or the invention of cheese. I don't know what is considered to be the correct way of putting it and I'm too lazy to look it up. I'm thankful for being cheesy. I'm thankful for French Toast and movies that you don't want to end. I'm thankful to have a job, and a roof over my head. I'm thankful to make someone smile every day and I'm thankful that I'm here. I'm thankful for God giving me a white beard. I was never able to grow a blond beard, even in my peach fuzz days. It's always came in white and that's cool. I'm thankful for the way Breaking Bad ended. It could have been better, but I'm glad it went out on it's own terms and didn't come to a slow death like ER or Grey's Anatomy.
I'm thankful for 25 cent wings after midnight at Applebee's even though sometimes they are super slow. I will never a few weeks ago a few friends of mine, Justin, Jeni, Laura, Brad, and I went for the wings. First of all I had to sit on the end chair which no one wants and I'm a big guy but I was the 5th wheel so I guess that's fine but it took forever to even order and then even longer to get the wings. It used to be a big secret and there'd only be a few tables at midnight. Then high schoolers learned about it and overtook Applebee's like the Swine Flu was supposed to take over America but never did. Well during this time I hash tagged everything Jeni was wearing. I kept doing the "hash tag hoodie, hash tag PalmBeach, hash tag, pony tail," and doing the hand gestures like Jimmy Fallon and JT's segment on the Jimmy Fallon late night show which I don't know which one he's on anymore and I don't feel like looking it up.
Anyway, at Applebee's the waiter seemed to get Jeni a drink so fast it seemed he lifted his armpit up and squirted her strawberry lemonade out of the pitted area. Anyway I said "hash tag shhhhhhhhhhhh" and did an arm movement simulating drink coming out of my pit and everyone died laughing. I know it doesn't translate well in writing but it was funny. I'm thankful for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation and Raisin Bran Crunch. I'm thankful for pasta and elevators so I don't have to walk 20 stories. I'm not gay but I'm thankful that those who want to be can live the way they want to and they shouldn't be judged for it. I believe they should be allowed to get married. I'm a republican and I am saying that. I'm thankful for cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving because its really the only time I eat it and I'm not really thankful it comes out looking like the can but I'm thankful I get to eat it because some poor people unfortunately aren't as lucky as I am to eat such a meal tomorrow. I'm thankful for not judging anyone and living in a world that I can live with freedoms although I still believe we should only have to put on our seatbelt under our own free will. UGH, I'm still mad about that. And that my friends is the first time I've used ugh on a blog. I'm thankful for The Temptations and Notorious BIG; They are the two artists I turn to when I need some chill out in my life. I'm thankful for football, even Andy Dalton. He doesn't need to be Tom Brady on this team. He just needs to stop throwing picks. I'm thankful for Bronson Arroyo. I believe he deserves to be in The Reds Hall of Fame when he retires. He played on good Reds teams and bad but ultimately he never missed a start in the 9 years or whatever he was on the team and he was consistent. You knew what you were going to get out of him.
I'm thankful for John Calipari and his amazing recruiting classes, restoring UK to where they should be. I'm thankful for technology and the improvement of cell phones and laptops and ipads so fast I am always outdated. That makes me seem retro fast which is cool. I'm thankful that TMNT is back to being popular among kids. I'm thankful for NKU going D1 and snapchat. I don't know why I use it but I do. I'm thankful for the sun not blowing up on us, and days when the humidity isn't high. I'm thankful for Chinese buffets and there being a Chipotle on every corner. I'm thankful for being me and I'm tired of writing so I'm going to stop there. I will not be doing Black Friday, not only because its hypocritical of being thankful one day only to turn around and punch someone for a crappy stereo the next, but also because I'm cool with spending 10 extra bucks to not have to wait in line. I may hit up the 50% off everything at Old Navy though. I need some new work clothes. My pants are shredding, and ladies as much as you'd like to see that, it is not work appropriate.
Winner of the Day: Us. Be thankful for the life you have and don't sweat the small stuff. The greatest gift of all is life so be thankful for it. Live the way you want. Gosh I'm sounding like a damn hippie but I'm being real. You don't have long on this earth so live while you are here and be thankful for what you have. It's better than the alternative. If you are reading this you have internet, so your life can't be that bad, unless you bored yourself to death reading this but if you have you probably haven't read this far.
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Loser of the Day: Us. We have been tricked in our history books about Thanksgiving. The first Thanksgiving has one surviving letter about it and it says nothing about them for sure having turkey. The Pilgrims also were firing guns which lead to the Indians coming to investigate. Then they let them sit in. They weren't actually guests but because the Indians helped the Pilgrims make it through the first harsh winter they kind of felt obligated to let them eat the huge feast. The hisory books make it more of a legend that we want to believe.
Quote of the Day: “In 1492, the natives discovered they were indians, discovered they lived in America, discovered they were naked, discovered that the Sin existed, discovered they owed allegiance to a King and Kingdom from another world and a God from another sky, and that this God had invented the guilty and the dress, and had sent to be burnt alive who worships the Sun the Moon the Earth and the Rain that wets it.”
― Eduardo Galeano
I am thankful for my readers. You all have seen my moods all over the map, mostly dry humor and sarcasm, but lately sad and angry posts. This is my journal sometimes and I make it public so maybe I can make someone laugh here and there or help one person in some way. I also like the attention and I like to share my writing talent. I love every single one of you even the haters, because you improve my blog stats. And here's a little bit of a shuffle because I'm so happy you read!
I am also thankful for teachers sleeping with students because the blog I wrote on that subject became #1. Here's the blog: Teachers and Sex Scandals Obviously that's my sarcasm coming in. This is becoming a bigger and bigger problem in schools and I believe the cougar thing that is big now among teens and that along with teachers being super horny, and some teachers stuck in the still wanting to be in high school and those wanting more than what their marriage brings is a perfect recipe for these stories to pop up. I'm not blaming either side. I'm blaming society and the world we live in. You can't make a teacher go look like the sub in Miss Nelson in Missing. That's not fair to them. Yes I just referenced a children's book. I took Children's Lit in college for a 300 level elective and I was the only male in that class which was horrible because I got called on every day because the teacher knew my name immediately.
I'm thankful for Arnold Schwartzanegger (doubt I spelled it right), and Samuel L. Jackson. I'm thankful for being myself and being as patient as I am. I'm thankful for my friends. Without them I wouldn't have made it through the tough times. From the many fights about my blood sugars with Nic, to the partying at Bubba's. Even the talks with Elyse about my life at work. Mindy saving me on the day I forgot my pump. April being there whenever I need to talk. Wow so many friends I owe a thank you to: Brad and Laura during the Halloween party for being with my while I was down, and so many more I'm leaving off but thank you all for being there and your prayers because without all of you I wouldn't be here and that's a fact. I don't sweat the little things, and I let a lot of things go because I see the big picture and this beautiful life we are all blessed with so do something with it. Make a difference. Be a good person even when all of the odds are against you. I will stop being philosophical now and get back to it: I'm thankful for the discovery of cheese, or the invention of cheese. I don't know what is considered to be the correct way of putting it and I'm too lazy to look it up. I'm thankful for being cheesy. I'm thankful for French Toast and movies that you don't want to end. I'm thankful to have a job, and a roof over my head. I'm thankful to make someone smile every day and I'm thankful that I'm here. I'm thankful for God giving me a white beard. I was never able to grow a blond beard, even in my peach fuzz days. It's always came in white and that's cool. I'm thankful for the way Breaking Bad ended. It could have been better, but I'm glad it went out on it's own terms and didn't come to a slow death like ER or Grey's Anatomy.
I'm thankful for 25 cent wings after midnight at Applebee's even though sometimes they are super slow. I will never a few weeks ago a few friends of mine, Justin, Jeni, Laura, Brad, and I went for the wings. First of all I had to sit on the end chair which no one wants and I'm a big guy but I was the 5th wheel so I guess that's fine but it took forever to even order and then even longer to get the wings. It used to be a big secret and there'd only be a few tables at midnight. Then high schoolers learned about it and overtook Applebee's like the Swine Flu was supposed to take over America but never did. Well during this time I hash tagged everything Jeni was wearing. I kept doing the "hash tag hoodie, hash tag PalmBeach, hash tag, pony tail," and doing the hand gestures like Jimmy Fallon and JT's segment on the Jimmy Fallon late night show which I don't know which one he's on anymore and I don't feel like looking it up.
Anyway, at Applebee's the waiter seemed to get Jeni a drink so fast it seemed he lifted his armpit up and squirted her strawberry lemonade out of the pitted area. Anyway I said "hash tag shhhhhhhhhhhh" and did an arm movement simulating drink coming out of my pit and everyone died laughing. I know it doesn't translate well in writing but it was funny. I'm thankful for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation and Raisin Bran Crunch. I'm thankful for pasta and elevators so I don't have to walk 20 stories. I'm not gay but I'm thankful that those who want to be can live the way they want to and they shouldn't be judged for it. I believe they should be allowed to get married. I'm a republican and I am saying that. I'm thankful for cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving because its really the only time I eat it and I'm not really thankful it comes out looking like the can but I'm thankful I get to eat it because some poor people unfortunately aren't as lucky as I am to eat such a meal tomorrow. I'm thankful for not judging anyone and living in a world that I can live with freedoms although I still believe we should only have to put on our seatbelt under our own free will. UGH, I'm still mad about that. And that my friends is the first time I've used ugh on a blog. I'm thankful for The Temptations and Notorious BIG; They are the two artists I turn to when I need some chill out in my life. I'm thankful for football, even Andy Dalton. He doesn't need to be Tom Brady on this team. He just needs to stop throwing picks. I'm thankful for Bronson Arroyo. I believe he deserves to be in The Reds Hall of Fame when he retires. He played on good Reds teams and bad but ultimately he never missed a start in the 9 years or whatever he was on the team and he was consistent. You knew what you were going to get out of him.
I'm thankful for John Calipari and his amazing recruiting classes, restoring UK to where they should be. I'm thankful for technology and the improvement of cell phones and laptops and ipads so fast I am always outdated. That makes me seem retro fast which is cool. I'm thankful that TMNT is back to being popular among kids. I'm thankful for NKU going D1 and snapchat. I don't know why I use it but I do. I'm thankful for the sun not blowing up on us, and days when the humidity isn't high. I'm thankful for Chinese buffets and there being a Chipotle on every corner. I'm thankful for being me and I'm tired of writing so I'm going to stop there. I will not be doing Black Friday, not only because its hypocritical of being thankful one day only to turn around and punch someone for a crappy stereo the next, but also because I'm cool with spending 10 extra bucks to not have to wait in line. I may hit up the 50% off everything at Old Navy though. I need some new work clothes. My pants are shredding, and ladies as much as you'd like to see that, it is not work appropriate.
Winner of the Day: Us. Be thankful for the life you have and don't sweat the small stuff. The greatest gift of all is life so be thankful for it. Live the way you want. Gosh I'm sounding like a damn hippie but I'm being real. You don't have long on this earth so live while you are here and be thankful for what you have. It's better than the alternative. If you are reading this you have internet, so your life can't be that bad, unless you bored yourself to death reading this but if you have you probably haven't read this far.
Loser of the Day: Us. We have been tricked in our history books about Thanksgiving. The first Thanksgiving has one surviving letter about it and it says nothing about them for sure having turkey. The Pilgrims also were firing guns which lead to the Indians coming to investigate. Then they let them sit in. They weren't actually guests but because the Indians helped the Pilgrims make it through the first harsh winter they kind of felt obligated to let them eat the huge feast. The hisory books make it more of a legend that we want to believe.
Quote of the Day: “In 1492, the natives discovered they were indians, discovered they lived in America, discovered they were naked, discovered that the Sin existed, discovered they owed allegiance to a King and Kingdom from another world and a God from another sky, and that this God had invented the guilty and the dress, and had sent to be burnt alive who worships the Sun the Moon the Earth and the Rain that wets it.”
― Eduardo Galeano
Song of the Day: "Thank You" by Alanis Morisette
California Gold Rush Drawing of the Day:
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Thursday, November 7, 2013
I have Peripheral Neuropathy and Throwback Thursday Blog,
Hello people,
In light of me retrieving my Myspace blogs and in the spirit of Throwback Thursday, here is one of my excerpts that I re-read and it helped me to get through these tough times I'm having with my hands and my feet. I'm almost positive I have peripheral neuropathy. At least my endocrinologist believes it to be. It is common in diabetics and it just makes my life miserable. It makes me feel tingling and pain in my hands and my feet. I haven't written down these feelings at all and I have kept how I feel from most people. Friday night I had a breakdown about it and I knew then that I have to spill out what I have been going through (Thanks to Laura Brungs, Brad McIntosh, Devan Daily, and Nicolette for helping me through that time). I put a smile on my face everyday and I am doing my best to not let it affect my everyday life, but I am not going to lie, it's been in the back of my mind every moment since August. I am on meds that are calming my nerves and tomorrow I will be learning a lot more about it at my appointment. I am not going to lie, I'm scared. I'm not the type to seek pity from anyone. I don't like talking about my problems or diseases and I certainly don't want people to treat me any different for them. I just wanted to write this because this is my journal. You guys have lived with me through the good times and bad while reading my words so I have no problem sharing this with you. If I have treated you any worse in the last few months and you thought I wasn't myself, this is why. It has driven me from being able to do things I enjoy doing but I still play volleyball but it just hurts more after. I have had pain in these three months more than I have had since I first got diagnosed with diabetes in 1997. It has driven me to tears several times and through it all I smile through the tears, because I want no one else to be affected by my issues and I just want my family and friends to get the same old me who cheers everyone else up. I love and appreciate you all and I want you to know that I am going to beat this bastard body of mine and I will still be there to be the friend I am to all of you. Please don't show me mercy. I don't like that. I just thought you all should know and it feels better already writing it down on paper. Yeah I'm scared, but I made an oath to myself to take care of myself and I want to be here a long time and I will be. I'm stronger than all you guys give me credit for I just hide what I'm truly fighting. I have only shared this with a few people until now and it feels like a relief to announce it this way. Don't treat me any differently please. That just makes me sad. And for some reason I'm tearing up writing this... What the Hell? Now for what you've all been waiting for. The Throwback Thursday part of the blog that inspired this blog. Sorry I wasn't a very good blogger back then. I've definitely improved.
Peace
Now to my throwback blog from 1/24/2007-Written on Myspace
In light of me retrieving my Myspace blogs and in the spirit of Throwback Thursday, here is one of my excerpts that I re-read and it helped me to get through these tough times I'm having with my hands and my feet. I'm almost positive I have peripheral neuropathy. At least my endocrinologist believes it to be. It is common in diabetics and it just makes my life miserable. It makes me feel tingling and pain in my hands and my feet. I haven't written down these feelings at all and I have kept how I feel from most people. Friday night I had a breakdown about it and I knew then that I have to spill out what I have been going through (Thanks to Laura Brungs, Brad McIntosh, Devan Daily, and Nicolette for helping me through that time). I put a smile on my face everyday and I am doing my best to not let it affect my everyday life, but I am not going to lie, it's been in the back of my mind every moment since August. I am on meds that are calming my nerves and tomorrow I will be learning a lot more about it at my appointment. I am not going to lie, I'm scared. I'm not the type to seek pity from anyone. I don't like talking about my problems or diseases and I certainly don't want people to treat me any different for them. I just wanted to write this because this is my journal. You guys have lived with me through the good times and bad while reading my words so I have no problem sharing this with you. If I have treated you any worse in the last few months and you thought I wasn't myself, this is why. It has driven me from being able to do things I enjoy doing but I still play volleyball but it just hurts more after. I have had pain in these three months more than I have had since I first got diagnosed with diabetes in 1997. It has driven me to tears several times and through it all I smile through the tears, because I want no one else to be affected by my issues and I just want my family and friends to get the same old me who cheers everyone else up. I love and appreciate you all and I want you to know that I am going to beat this bastard body of mine and I will still be there to be the friend I am to all of you. Please don't show me mercy. I don't like that. I just thought you all should know and it feels better already writing it down on paper. Yeah I'm scared, but I made an oath to myself to take care of myself and I want to be here a long time and I will be. I'm stronger than all you guys give me credit for I just hide what I'm truly fighting. I have only shared this with a few people until now and it feels like a relief to announce it this way. Don't treat me any differently please. That just makes me sad. And for some reason I'm tearing up writing this... What the Hell? Now for what you've all been waiting for. The Throwback Thursday part of the blog that inspired this blog. Sorry I wasn't a very good blogger back then. I've definitely improved.
Peace
Now to my throwback blog from 1/24/2007-Written on Myspace
Straight Up Thoughts
What's up people? I haven't just talked to you
guys in quite some time. I've been hiding behind awards, and Pat Diesel, and
anything else, but here goes some straight talk.
I've been sitting here thinking... What is my purpose in life? Everyone has a purpose I just don't know what mine is yet.
Also, why do people go through life just being mad all the time? At the beginning of the summer, when I became single, I made a vowel to never get mad. For the most part that's been the case, I haven't been really that mad. The only thing that has pushed me through the edge from now and then was the Bengals loss to the Steelers on New Years Eve, and I fixed that with tequila that night.
Another thing, why does the world have to be such a rough place? Why does life happen to us why we are busy making other plans... Why are we always working? Why not sit back and enjoy life every once in a while. I do and it feels great. It makes me forget about my diabetes and it makes me think of only good things.
Why is school getting less and less entertaining. I've been there so long. I'm getting tired of it. I've been going since I was 5 years old. I'm 21 now soon to be 22.
What is the point of life? Is it to be happy? to have fun? to feel like you meant something? Why isn't everyone doing that? Whether you dont have a dime or have 18 million bucks it shouldnt matter. Money is not happiness... Just live your life and be happy.
That's the problem I see with the social landscape today.
D.W.B.J.
I've been sitting here thinking... What is my purpose in life? Everyone has a purpose I just don't know what mine is yet.
Also, why do people go through life just being mad all the time? At the beginning of the summer, when I became single, I made a vowel to never get mad. For the most part that's been the case, I haven't been really that mad. The only thing that has pushed me through the edge from now and then was the Bengals loss to the Steelers on New Years Eve, and I fixed that with tequila that night.
Another thing, why does the world have to be such a rough place? Why does life happen to us why we are busy making other plans... Why are we always working? Why not sit back and enjoy life every once in a while. I do and it feels great. It makes me forget about my diabetes and it makes me think of only good things.
Why is school getting less and less entertaining. I've been there so long. I'm getting tired of it. I've been going since I was 5 years old. I'm 21 now soon to be 22.
What is the point of life? Is it to be happy? to have fun? to feel like you meant something? Why isn't everyone doing that? Whether you dont have a dime or have 18 million bucks it shouldnt matter. Money is not happiness... Just live your life and be happy.
That's the problem I see with the social landscape today.
D.W.B.J.
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Winner of the Day: Juvenile Diabetics. Yes all of you out there. Jonathan Stefanopoulos, Devan Dailey, That one Jonas Brother, Jay Cutler, The lead singer of Poison, Pfieff Dogg from my favorite Rap Group A Tribe Called Quest, Jay Leeuinburg, and anyone I forgot to mention. Dude I get you all, and no matter how much you try man, no one else gets it but us. This month is Diabetes Awareness month and we have one month to give ourselves pats on the back, unfortunately it follows Breast Cancer Awareness month, but this small blog is to give all of you out there with type 1 diabetes a voice and that I know how tough the grind is every day. Keep grinding all of you!
Quote of the Day: God has brought you to it and he will bring you through it.-unknown
A Facebook Status I wrote at the beginning of the month:
Song of the Day: Tracks of My Tears by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
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