my new favorite blog part II

First, let me say that my new favorite blog is so not my new favorite blog for the reasons you would immediately imagine. It's called :


I Shoulda Been a Stripper
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM A NEVER MARRIED 40-SOMETHING WITH ISSUES


I know I know its awesome. But not in a creepy, trailer parky, kind of way. The work is creative, funny, energetic. Its good energy.

So for all of my fan(s) out there, I highly recommend this sight (yes erin, I think you would get a kick out this lady she's funny like you.

Incidentally if the author of this blog is actually a hairy bald man from Desmoine, I will be so crushed, and strangely in need of a shower. Who new?

Night

Greatness

Greatness

Do you remember when it mattered? When it was important? Do you remember mustering the courage to face it? Do you remember the butterflies? Dreams? Motivations?

Do you recall staying up late dreaming about it? Living, and breathing for it? Working for it? Starving for it?

Did you quit when they said you can't? Did you stop when they laughed at you? Or did it make you mad?

Did you just give in? Or did you let that anger forge you into something better? Did you galvanize all of the pain to be better still? Stronger?

I remember when it mattered. I remember constantly swimming upstream toward that something. Then I remembered the distance. The distance slowly growing. I remember short comings identified by those I valued and treasured most. In an instant, Teflon became glue. I remember sinking...... Down and downward still.

I blame no-one but myself. Others views, no matter how close should never serve as deterrent. It was said that when Ali knocked out Sonny that it wasn't so much the force of the blow; rather the blow he didn't see coming. Truth.

In an instant you no longer live in can and can't. You have been removed to indifference. Placed in not wanting to. Why bother? This is the danger in living for others.

Still, we are social creatures. Are we not? So I suppose Greatness can be defined by the knock-out. The strong visceral image of Ali standing over Sonny.

However, Greatness gets up. Greatness wipes the blood off it's chin and goes forward. Greatness believes. Greatness doesn't give up.

Even in the pitch darkness where nothingness lurks and despair cries out in hapless vain; greatness claws strongly forward. Crawling, even stumbling forward with a faith unseen and a sense of self reliance. Greatness finds a way. I don't know how, when, or why. I simply believe in

Greatness

I read the coolest blog last night....

So anyways I read the coolest blog last night. I will mention its name later, as I fail to recall it at present. Here's the thing. The writer had vitality. Life. Enthusiasm. Charisma. It all translated neatly to the page. It was cool. Inspiring even. It took me back to better days when I would just write off the cuff stream of consciousness stuff.

Not that I feel stagnant (I am soooo stagnant). But I was enthralled by the work. My wife leans over my shoulder and I mention this blog and how impressed I am. My wife looks at it, and says; "See thats somebody I could picture you with."

Now, I'm no marriage therapist (I am a therapist); however, when your spouse identifies potential soul mates or kindred entities for you.... Gotta be a warning sign somewhere. Did I also mentioned the blogger was a cereal killer (kidding)?

Its moments like these when my wife makes marital remarks, when I feel the spirit of Rodney Dangerfield take hold.

So anywho, long story short. New blog cool. Funny. ier than me (jealous).

Anyways, dear reader(s) I'll keep you posted when I find the title of the blog.

peace,
j

I'm so shallow...

I just read this account of the initial Tiger Woods incident. I have to say it is the most plausable account yet. Interesting because the source had nothing to gain from sharing, which makes it all the more believable. So read away.


From the Toronto Star, via the Sporting News:
Burns said a friend of his in the Florida highway patrol was among those who visited Woods' home the night of the crash. Burns worked with the police in Florida before coaching hockey, according to the newspaper.
After eating dinner that night, Woods was watching football while sending and receiving text messages from Rachel Uchitel, one of his alleged mistresses, Burns said. Later, Woods left his phone on the coffee table when he went to play poker at a friend's house. But Uchitel continued to text.
Here is Burns' account of what happened next:
"His wife (Elin Nordegren) saw the message. When he returned, around 11:30 p.m. or midnight, she waited at the door. She asked what it was, these messages, and who was this woman.
"He kept saying there was nothing there. He went to watch television. ... then suddenly, bang! A nine-iron in the face!
"He left the house running without shoes. Elin followed him with the club. He left in his Escalade. She followed him and broke two or three windows. That's why he hit the tree."
Doctors in the Orlando hospital Woods was taken to said he needed plastic surgery to repair the broken teeth, and that the facility best able to perform the operation was in Phoenix, Arizona. Woods was then transported to Phoenix.
This matches the account given by octogenarian sportswriter Furman Bisher on his blog two weeks ago, except that Bisher wrote that Elin also connected with his cheek bone. When police interviewed Woods on Dec. 1, they reported seeing him only with a "fat lip."
There's no earthly reason that Burns -- who won more than 500 games with four NHL teams over a 14-year career -- would come up with this out of the blue. If so it's the biggest non-sequiter in sports.
***Is Tiger Woods' absence attributable to broken teeth? [Sporting News]Ex-Leafs coach Burns says Tiger Woods had teeth knocked out [Toronto Star]View image



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