Of Life and Loves. I figure this will be my book title for my memoirs. I wouldn't want them published til after my death though. I wouldn't want to hurt too many feelings, well maybe a little bit.
The past few days have been interesting. They make me realize how good of life I have. I've caught up with a few old freinds and made quite a few new ones, that are now intermingling with each other. I feel like I should be doing a United Way community outreach program commercial.
Life in general is pretty hectic, there is never a dull moment. I still take the time to relax and make peace with myself.
Today in church they had a ceremony for a couple that had been married for fifty years. It was a very beautiful site as they walked to the front holding hands. They have the "We have it all look", fifty years and still in love. I'll admit it made me a little envious of them. They are unique though, life doesn't always happen that way. Harold said it best when Father Dan asked him how it lasted. He stated that the times were very different when they met, and though the times have changed they haven't.
I don't think that my purpose here is to get married. I realy don't think I have time for that.
I'm by no means anti-marriage, but I do believe that alot of people are afraid of being alone. This causes them to settle or hook on to someone and get married, even if they're not sure that person is not "the one". I refuse to be that guy. I'm perfectly content in bachelor hood.
I beleive that if it is meant to happen it will. I'm not going to run around like a mad man trying to find it.
Love is truly a beautiful thing, but it can be the ugliest thing if used the wrong way. Love should never be used to guilt. Let's all try to keep it beautiful.
Good Night and God Bless.

For those of you that may feel weepy or are unable to deal with reality please do not read on.
This is a day of venting for me, lifting didn't get out the rage so blogging will have to help til volleyball tonight.
I lost my Mom when I was 11 and at age twelve my Dad was disabled on the job. Picture the strongest man you know suddenly unable to get out of a chair without help. That was how it was.
I turned 13 and friends of the family had a resteraunt. I worked 40 hours as did my sister to help pay bills. The company my Dad worked for was just bought out and the state of Nebraska has some of the worst laws in the country when it comes to workers comp. One week a check would be there maybe a month or two would go by before the next would come.
I was 17 before everything was settled, yet I still worked forty hours a week, went to a full day of classes, and played sports.
Now put down the tea this isn't a pity party for me, that is reality life isn't easy. You do what you have to, to survive.
But what if this or what if this, you can put what if in one hand and shit in the other, if you can't tell what's real quit reading.
I wake up everyday and I thank God I'm alive and healthy, and that those I know and love are too.
The past is the past you can learn from it but you shouldn't live in it. Today was a new day and so is tomorrow, yesterday and the day before that are gone they're over.
I've been called quite a few lovely names lately, asshole is my favorite, idiot is my least favorite.
An asshole obviously is a vilianous title or a light hearted term of affection according to my Dad.
Idiot on the other hand was my neighbor, an idiot can make a familly but can't raise them. An idiot can bitch about the past that can't be changed yet tries to change nothing for the future.
Last time I checked I had no kids, and I wasn't living in the past. Therefore I beleive I was mislabeled.
Note I also hate Son of a bitch obvious reasons there.
If anyone else has any charming names for me feel free to humor me.
Smiley

Living life in a fishbowl. This pretty much sums up part of my life since starting this blog.
People look at what is said and interpet it one way or another. The part they are missing is the fact that there might be more to the fishbowl than appears.
I'm not going to play Paul Harvey, now and give you the rest of the story, just a little food for thought.
Friday turned out to be a good day for a road trip. Four friends and myself piled into a buddies Durango, and headed to Clear Lake, Iowa to the legendary Surf Ball Room. Legendary for the fact that it was the last place Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and the Big Bopper played.
The reason, the greatest non-biglabel artist playing right now,Todd Snider. I might be a little biased, I might of seen him a few times. Three and a half hours up, three hour concert, and three and a half hours later I was home. Four am I was spent needless to say.
Saturday 9:00am phone rings got to get up, it's college world series time. I had already missed the two games Friday due to the concert. Saturday baseball and more baseball, Sunday same as Saturday. Monday, my official day of rest.
Tuesday got off work helped a friend move furniture. I then rushed home and showered and headed to the Blatt or Rosenblatt for the College World Series.
I watched Texas pound Miami it was sweet. I realy don't care for Texas but I do hate Miami. Tomorrow to work at five am and then back to the College World Series. Simple pleasures.

Setting the record straight.
First I'll start by saying I love all the negativity and hate mail I've been getting. I feed off the negativity.
It seems that if I do what makes me happy, I'm in the wrong.
reality says different I can't please everyone, and I'm not going to pain myself trying.
Everyone also has an opinion of what happened between Shannon and I and what I'm doing now.
Facts are Shannon is a great person, but I've got a different agenda for life than she does.
When I'm trying to take me time I want me time and it seemed very limited. I was blessed with the ability to make friends of which I have many, and obviously I don't have time to please them all.
No I have not gotten back with my ex, I don't find pleasure in pain.
I have three days a week that are always scheduled. This doesn't change.
Everyone has the opinion that I'm an asshole, I never claimed to be a saint. Life is not as simple as everyone seems to think though, it's not just black and white.
I'm a realist, so if you want to hate so be it. I promise I won't lose any sleep on it.

Omaha Sucks,
This is the city that could not support a baketball team, a hockey team or a horse track. This city also has one of the most beautiful ball parks in AAA sure it doesn't have a Hooters or any of the big name park resteraunts in it but it does have a great clubhouse that you can get into with general admission tickets along with calling in advance and getting a reservation.
But Rosenblatt is too big! Shit or get off the pot already I live in Council Bluffs, across the river and I've been to 6 games already this year. Omaha people suck they are fair weather fans be it Huskers or the Omaha Royals. Who cares if they lose support your team go to the games if CB people can go why can't you. If you can go to our casino's and help pay our property taxes, we in Iowa appreciate it, but remember the Ak. I always thought it would be there when I grew up.
Also I'm sure alot of people will go to the College World Series, if I was mayor for a day I would make it necessary to see at least one Omaha Royals game if you lived in a 45 mile radius to even qualify for college world series tickets.
This is now officially the summer of Smiley everyone can piss off I'm on my time I have no time to please anyone but myself. If I'm trying to better my station and I have no time for people I'm sorry, but I really have to please me first. I should have done this for the last five years. I'll make up for lost time now.
Five days in the gym a week and two fights in the past couple weeks. God knows there are alot of idiots out there.
Well God Bless and Good Night