Things Happen...

I've never been a person who gets easily flustered/frustrated. I suppose for a large part of my life I have lived out of a controlled chaos (if thats even plausible). So that when things happen that are beyond my control occur I can addresss it and move on appropriately. For the better part of 5 years I have lived in this chaotic whim. WHY? Partly because I feed off of it. Is it healthy? For now in this time I don't see it as harmful but if it is fostered further it can be what I call "Nothing good ever happens to me" Syndrome. It could lead me to a vicious cycle of sabotoge wherein I could no longer operate a healthy lifestyle.
I have never been one to blame God either. I came to an understanding years ago that things happen outside the intended will of God. If everything that happen was God's doing, then we might as well call him, Freddy Krueger (Got that one from Rybarczyk). That doesn't mean that God cannot find Glory in whatever trial or fault of mine/anyone elses. Simply put, I"m just trying to figure shtuff out!

Monday's Scattered Thoughts

I went to Petco Park for the first time on Saturday to see the Dodgies take on the Padres. (I"m a huge Dodgies Fan) First off, what a beautiful ballpark, the sun was shining perfectly, illuminating this most gorgeous stadium. Unfortunately the dodgies lost but it was a good game.
On to my thoughts: I don't fully understand the idea behind the die-hard fans. You know those guys that you sit in front of you with their 5th cup of beer and it's only the 3rd inning and they are screaming and making fun of the other team's fans in the stands. Well lets just say you get two of those guys, fans of opposing teams, and you put them within a 5-10 person radius. You know something is bound to happen. Needless to say I think it's ridiculous. THe brut vs. brut mentality. I just don't get it.
I had a guy sitting in front of me who would keep make comments because I had my dodgers Jersey & hat on. And the only reason I think he said anything was because the Padres were winning. I just laughed, I thought it was funny. I thought to myself who is this guy? Someone take him off the tap.
So with all that said, whats the point?!

Monday's Scattered Thoughts

I know it is wednesday alreay but I was out sick so without further a do.

I really don't have any desire to make more money! Crazy huh? I was thinking about it the other day. There is only one thing I desire when it comes to finances, no more SCHOOL LOANS! And for the next 10-15 years I have payments to make. I don't regret my loans, it helped me get the education I desired so I'm happy about that. But still it would be nice to have some freed up cash flow.

Also out of that same thought process, I came to realize that I really have no aspiring career. Sure ministry would be great but that just doesn't seem realistic at this time. I love my job, don't get me wrong, I should probably complain a lot less than I do. I pretty much grew up that way though. I never had these dreams of being a cop or a fireman or a doctor or lawyer. Maybe thats because I thought I would be a sports star (5'10 white guy in the NBA, please!)Plus I didn't have the heart/work ethic. So, here I am waiting...

Last thought:
My wife inspired me this weekend. She said that she was going to train to run a marathon. Now I wasn't inspired in the sense of getting in shape, I'm not really motivated in that way. It was just like all of the sudden she had this goal, and automatically it was decided she would persue it. She called her friend to help her get back into shape and she is on that journey. So now I am on a quest to find goals..........

Finding Inspiration

I have always had this dream.... that someday I would be this great song writer/muscian. I don't really feel like a have that great of a voice so that was never part of the dream to sing but ehhh.
I first started playing the guitar about 3 years ago out of a crazy whim, also there was only one other person to lead worship for my Youth group, so I wanted to help. So at first it was exciting, I was playing everyday 2 or 3 hours just trying to master certain chords. It continued like that until I finished college.
Now I have always been a writer. I love to write. I wouldn't say that I am exceptional at it but I can hold my own. So within those first two years I felt like I was writing and playing, creative juices were flowing. But now I just can seem to find that edge, that appeal of melodies/words... I try to find inspiration in different types of music, artist that I respect lyrically/muscianship but I feel so unmotivated.
Perhaps it is just a stage... and I will find my niche again, somehow, somewhere...

How/where do you find your inspiriation?

Monday's Scattered Thoughts

I am starting a new monday edition of: Scattered Thoughts, unconclusive, most often then not inconsequential jibber jabber.
So withouth further ado:

Last week I was coming out of my office building when I noticed a car that was parked in the handicap zone, not uncommmon right? Well I would have normally just passed by it with out any thought or should I say judgment. Obviously this car had the handicap card swinging from its rearview mirror. But it struck me as odd because this car was not just any car. It was a corvette. So I presume you are all asking what my point is. Well considering the corvette is not the easiest of cars to get in and out of and not to mention lacks room for passengers to sit comfortably, as it was constructed right? So do you see my point? Wouldn't you think that if someone has a handicap stickermabob that they would require them to have a car to get in and out of.
I say all of this with the understanding that you can pretty much get a handicap sticker for about anything. But still it just bothered me. I'm sure it still will when I see that car just parked there.

Congested with a side of blah

So starting on Thursday of last week, I got sick. At first I thought it was going to be one of those "One Day" colds that I always get but once Friday hit, I couldn't even function properly. I would sit at my computer screen and just start tearin up cause there was so much sinus pressure. Anywho Friday finally ended and I couldn't sleep a wink. Not only because I was sick but I forgot to put air in the Jeep tire and Jami was going to be driving it the next morning. SO for 2 hours I debated leaving to go fill the tire up with some air and get gas. So at 1AM I finally decide to go do it.
Saturday I felt suprisingly better considering I only got like 7 hours of sleep. I drove down to San Diego to meet my parents at Mission Center Drive for breakfast and to swap cars. Thats right no more Toyota Tacoma (we had some good times), it was the best car and it took me wherever I needed to go. Live long and prosper. But now I have a car that get 28-30 mpg. WOOOO FREEKIN HOOOO! Now if I could only get rid of our crap jeep.
Sunday was good, I enjoyed our guest speaker and what he had to encourage us with. I also helped Alex in the back, its not much but I feel it is one last thing for him not to do, and I am glad I can help.

I am a blessed man despite still being sick.