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Friday, January 8, 2010
For Those About To Rock We Salute You
Camp Hope Campers:
Lunch has been canceled due to lack of hustle. Deal with it.
I am back at school for my last rodeo, damn time flies. If someone gave me the option to go back to 3rd grade, I would totally jump on that opportunity. Back when the biggest and happiest part of my day was lunchtime where I could ravage my Gushers, Sharkbites, Dunkaroos, Ham & Cheese Lunchable, and Hi-C Ecto Cooler. Wait, that hasn't changed. I might have added Coffee to my repertoire, but lunch is still just about the same nutritious items just mentioned. The worst part of my day back in 3rd grade was failing to conquer the boss man Dr. Robotnik in Sonic for SEGGGAAA Genesis gaming console. The worst part of my day now is not much different either. Instead of losing in Sonic, it has now become losing in NFL Blitz for Nintendo64. My team has historically been the Dallas Cowboys. My go to defensive scheme for Blitz is "Suicide Blitz," and my go to offensive play is "Da Bomb." Every once in a blue moon I will resort to a "Safety Zone" defensive schematic, or implement an "X-Cross" and/or "UTB Deep" into the rotation. Of course, you have to remember to use the FLIP feature to offensive plays to add variety. Keeps the defense on their toes.
Man those were the days. I would not hesitate to go back even further to the days where I was pushed around in a shaded stroller. Maybe that is how I became so ridiculously lazy at times (all the time). Back then, we were not even expected to walk. We would get carried around either via parent's back (suspended baby backpack holder) or by means of a shaded stroller where we are greeted by blankets and pillows to burrow and make a nest in. We had no idea what was happening at any point during the course of a day. We would just stare at the people around us and possibly squirt some tears if we did not like who was currently holding us, if we were hungry, or if we layed down a giant dump in our Huggie's. Man, come to think of it, we literally did not have to do ANYTHING. We even had people wipe our own ass for us. We did not even have the ability to wipe our butt so we literally had other people take care of and manage the day-to-day operations of our always tricky butt wiping department. Now that is what I would call personal service. Too personal, perhaps? Not a chance. Who doesn't respect a good butt cleansing? Man, those really were the days. We also got hooked up so huge with all the fly outfits we wore. All we wore were timeless "onesie" full body pajama suits, many times even with the "footies" included to keep our toes nice and snug. We would just post so hard all day ensconced in strollers, suspended baby backpacks, the cracks of couches, or cribs wearing essentially a Snuggie everyday as our outfit. Those are the days I'll be missing. That was the life. Oh, sorry for the butt wiping comments. Probably could have done without.
It is so funny though to look back at our childhood memories. If you are lucky enough to have family videos, and you ever get a chance to look at old family videos or pictures, I suggest doing it. I do not think there is any better type of entertainment besides maybe Texts From Last Night browsing. It is so funny to see how incredibly uncool you were, and most likely still are because as they say: the more things change, the more they stay the same. It's always good to look back and reflect on who helped you get to where you are at today. For me and most people, that would definitely be my parents, brothers and sister, grandparents, and friends. I would not have been able to live the life that I live without their guidance, financial and emotional support, and most importantly their love that they have always shown to me. It is crazy to think that you literally could have been born into any family in the world, in any place in the world, at any period of time in the history of the world. But it is with your unique family, in your own town, at this specific time in history that you were chosen to be a special part of. I am not fully sold on the idea that everything happens for a reason, but I would argue that in this case that idea proves to be true. To be chosen to have the family and parents that you have, and to live in the place that you live, or even go to the school that you go to, at this exact time period in the history of the world, has to be for some special, divine reason that is still unknown to us. So, I guess I personally feel that not everything happens for a reason, but some aspects of our life are indeed for a special reason that we have yet to discover. Someday, that reason might be revealed to us.
The reason why I feel not everything happens for a reason is because I just truthfully think some of the events that happen to us throughout the course of our lives are plain and simply for no real reason. Things sometimes happen just...because. As I just said, there simply may be no single, objective reason as to why something has or has not happened in your life. I feel as though too often we like to put too many labels on certain events, or give too many possible reasons as to why something has or has not happened. I am working on accepting certain events that happen to me in my life for exactly what they are: an event that has now become part of me, contributing to who I am and who I am not. Accepting events does not mean that you fail to give each day your all, or you fail to try your best to influence the outcomes of the events in your life. Acceptance means that even after you have given all of yourself to reach your desired goals, and your absolute best falls short, you must graciously accept the temporary defeat, and continue on with effort that is better than your previous best the next time around. And the time after that, continuing forever until you literally no longer have anything of yourself to give. Remember, sit back and relax when you are struggling with learning to accept something that has happened to you. You can sport your sad puppy dog face until the end of time, but remember the world around you is not going to sit back and wait around for you until you bounce back, the world around you will move on with or without you. As for me, I will choose the option to continue moving my way along with the rhythm of the world every single day of the week, and twice on Sunday. QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Belief is a beautiful armor,
But makes for the heaviest sword.
Like punching under water,
You never can hit who you're trying for."
- John Mayer
DAILY DOUBLE BONUS QUOTE:
"G.T.L., baby. Gym, Tanning, Laundry."
- The Situation
RANDOM ALANIS MORISSETTE QUOTE OF THE WEEK:
"And what it all comes down to, is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine. Cause I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other is givin' a high-five."
- Morissette, Alanis.
CLOSING THOUGHTS:
Yeah Baby! Hook 'em horns. Colt McCoy wins the national champio... Wait, no. Sorry. "Classic mix-up!"
Lunch has been canceled due to lack of hustle. Deal with it.
I am back at school for my last rodeo, damn time flies. If someone gave me the option to go back to 3rd grade, I would totally jump on that opportunity. Back when the biggest and happiest part of my day was lunchtime where I could ravage my Gushers, Sharkbites, Dunkaroos, Ham & Cheese Lunchable, and Hi-C Ecto Cooler. Wait, that hasn't changed. I might have added Coffee to my repertoire, but lunch is still just about the same nutritious items just mentioned. The worst part of my day back in 3rd grade was failing to conquer the boss man Dr. Robotnik in Sonic for SEGGGAAA Genesis gaming console. The worst part of my day now is not much different either. Instead of losing in Sonic, it has now become losing in NFL Blitz for Nintendo64. My team has historically been the Dallas Cowboys. My go to defensive scheme for Blitz is "Suicide Blitz," and my go to offensive play is "Da Bomb." Every once in a blue moon I will resort to a "Safety Zone" defensive schematic, or implement an "X-Cross" and/or "UTB Deep" into the rotation. Of course, you have to remember to use the FLIP feature to offensive plays to add variety. Keeps the defense on their toes.
Man those were the days. I would not hesitate to go back even further to the days where I was pushed around in a shaded stroller. Maybe that is how I became so ridiculously lazy at times (all the time). Back then, we were not even expected to walk. We would get carried around either via parent's back (suspended baby backpack holder) or by means of a shaded stroller where we are greeted by blankets and pillows to burrow and make a nest in. We had no idea what was happening at any point during the course of a day. We would just stare at the people around us and possibly squirt some tears if we did not like who was currently holding us, if we were hungry, or if we layed down a giant dump in our Huggie's. Man, come to think of it, we literally did not have to do ANYTHING. We even had people wipe our own ass for us. We did not even have the ability to wipe our butt so we literally had other people take care of and manage the day-to-day operations of our always tricky butt wiping department. Now that is what I would call personal service. Too personal, perhaps? Not a chance. Who doesn't respect a good butt cleansing? Man, those really were the days. We also got hooked up so huge with all the fly outfits we wore. All we wore were timeless "onesie" full body pajama suits, many times even with the "footies" included to keep our toes nice and snug. We would just post so hard all day ensconced in strollers, suspended baby backpacks, the cracks of couches, or cribs wearing essentially a Snuggie everyday as our outfit. Those are the days I'll be missing. That was the life. Oh, sorry for the butt wiping comments. Probably could have done without.
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