It's the little things in life that make me get excited. Corny but true! Not a single dime can buy the things I love so if I ever find myself without any money, I can still enjoy them and be happy. I love a beautiful sunrise. I love the laughter of a child. I love a gift that comes from your heart that is full of someone's love and most importantly-- their time. I love an incredible sunset. I love a full moon on a black sky. I love the milky way that can be seen by the dock of our lake house. I love the sound of the ocean as it crashes into the shore. I love the cool breeze on my face. I love the look on my children's face when they are proud of their accomplishments. I love hearing my son sing because it means he is happy and content with life. I love hearing Kaitie's voice when she is full of laughter and eager to share a story with me. I love when your father is a little tipsy and lets his walls down and doesn't care if he is perceived as silly. I love being with my crazy siblings. I love the patience of reading a good book and truly not wanting it to end because I will miss the new friends I found within its pages. I love the memories of my children growing up. I love a snowfall especially when it is unexpected. I love reading something you wrote. I love watching Kaitie swim. I love the smell of a fragrant flower. I love a beautiful Japanese maple whose branches spread out like a welcome hug. I love the warmth of the sun on a crisp Spring day. I love a song that unfolds a memory. I love you. I love your sister. And... I love your father.
I love the little things in life that no one can buy, but everyone can enjoy.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Gizmos & Gadgets
I imagine everyone has at least one thing that excites them above all others. I believe the generic stereotypical response for men would be something along the lines of Football or ESPN, but I have chosen the less traveled road. I am very interested in the most recent computers and tech tools that accompany them. Unlike the many that have journeyed down this road, I've done so with relatively no drawbacks. Never have I been a part of any form of nerd hazing as I've tended to also participate a good bit in sports and school activities. In fact, I've done such a good job at allowing only a few to know of my nerdy little secret that I might actually be more of a spy for the nerds than a dual major of both studies, the Bits and the Brawns. Any major gift I've been given by family and friends, such as various birthday presents, cars, and money has always placed second to whenever I purchase or am given a technological device that I'm interested in. I was given a car as a graduation gift and simply said a heartfelt "Thanks" while I clawed my way through the first gaming computer I was given for my birthday, a mere fraction of the price of the vehicle. I'm not sure what exactly it is about these hunks of metal and plastic that get my heart program running at such a high cpu performance, but I enjoy it nonetheless. What is it that, despite price tags, shapes, or sizes, makes you grin with excitement and anticipation?
JR
JR
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Fear Is A Friend You Misunderstand
I also agree with you in being slightly perturbed that after 15 years of living in plain sight, this guy was finally found. Like you noted, I think the most amazing thing about this particular incident is that he managed to simply coexist with other people in the world without wearing his fear like a giant arrow sign.
How funny would it be if this all happened because the neighbor who recognized the woman started to doubt just because of a slight quarrel between the two. "My god! Becky and Steve didn't mow their side of the yard again and it's making my petunias look less than flattering! Time to dig up some dirt and lash back."
Another thing I find interesting is that it always seems that girlfriends are the Achilles' Heel for all less than savory fellows trying to avoid their past. John Dillinger was caught and shot down in front of a movie theater because his girlfriend ratted him out to the FBI. One of the most wanted criminals in NYC was discovered because his jealous girlfriend snooped through his wallet and found a clipping of his crime.
Hmm...I guess they truly are our "better" halves.
JR
How funny would it be if this all happened because the neighbor who recognized the woman started to doubt just because of a slight quarrel between the two. "My god! Becky and Steve didn't mow their side of the yard again and it's making my petunias look less than flattering! Time to dig up some dirt and lash back."
Another thing I find interesting is that it always seems that girlfriends are the Achilles' Heel for all less than savory fellows trying to avoid their past. John Dillinger was caught and shot down in front of a movie theater because his girlfriend ratted him out to the FBI. One of the most wanted criminals in NYC was discovered because his jealous girlfriend snooped through his wallet and found a clipping of his crime.
Hmm...I guess they truly are our "better" halves.
JR
Friday, June 24, 2011
Hiding in Plain Sight
Don't you find it incredible that a mobster who has rested in the top ten list of the FBI's most wanted for over 15 years could live in plain sight in the USA. With the technology of today, the internet and television shows that highlight criminals, I would think that he would have been discovered years ago.
It has always been interesting to me that WWII Nazi criminals were able to move to places like Brazil and live a virtually non-threatening life. They rarely had to look over their shoulder wondering when they might be recognized for their criminal activities. I often wonder at what point they actually felt free from their past regressions. Their discovery chance was almost nil compared to criminals of today's technological world.
The arrest of Whitey Bulger came about because a neighbor recognized his female companion, not him. He was on America's Most Wanted numerous times in the last several years but to no avail. His life remained unchanged though based on interviews with several of his neighbors, it seems he didn't want anyone getting too close. He deflected personal questions and tried to keep both he and his girlfriend out of the limelight, calculating that the less people knew the better. It worked for 15 years but it was her more pleasant personality that led to their demise.
How often did they look over their shoulders? Did they wonder if someone would recognize them every day or as time passed, did they become more complacent? Personally, I would live in fear. In fact, I would look so guilty that the general population would seek my picture out online and I wouldn't last a week.
It has always been interesting to me that WWII Nazi criminals were able to move to places like Brazil and live a virtually non-threatening life. They rarely had to look over their shoulder wondering when they might be recognized for their criminal activities. I often wonder at what point they actually felt free from their past regressions. Their discovery chance was almost nil compared to criminals of today's technological world.
The arrest of Whitey Bulger came about because a neighbor recognized his female companion, not him. He was on America's Most Wanted numerous times in the last several years but to no avail. His life remained unchanged though based on interviews with several of his neighbors, it seems he didn't want anyone getting too close. He deflected personal questions and tried to keep both he and his girlfriend out of the limelight, calculating that the less people knew the better. It worked for 15 years but it was her more pleasant personality that led to their demise.
How often did they look over their shoulders? Did they wonder if someone would recognize them every day or as time passed, did they become more complacent? Personally, I would live in fear. In fact, I would look so guilty that the general population would seek my picture out online and I wouldn't last a week.
Puke
I hate being sick. I want to be left alone and all I want to do is sleep. You have the sniffles and you have the sneezes. You can still work your way through a task if you have a cold. Mothers do it all the time when caring for their children. So in my opinion, that isn't the definition of sick. Yeah.... you aren't feeling well and you are ill but if you really felt "pukey" by my definition, you would be puking.
I hate puke. I hate the smell of it, the look of it and I hate the feel of it as it rises in your throat. Puke takes the cake in the illness category and I avoid it at all cost. From an early age, I knew the signs that you or Kaitie were going to puke and I coaxed you into the bathroom to ensure I would not have to clean it up. We would honestly sit in the bathroom for hours if your stomach felt the least bit rumbly.... and it was honestly a self-preservation technique on my behalf. I wanted every bit of it to end up in the toilet, not on the walls or in the bed.
I don't "do" puke! Okay I will if I am the last person around but only if there isn't anyone else to clean it up. It is the reason at elementary school that I would volunteer to do anything except the health room. Give me blood, give me bones protruding from a leg or an arm, but please don't make me have to deal with puke.
I even do a sympathy puke if I am anywhere in the vicinity of the smell. Not the kind of mother you want in the health room during flu season. I always thought I had the intelligence to be in the medical field but I knew that my gag reflex would prevent that from coming to fruition.
Puke is what makes me sick!
I hate puke. I hate the smell of it, the look of it and I hate the feel of it as it rises in your throat. Puke takes the cake in the illness category and I avoid it at all cost. From an early age, I knew the signs that you or Kaitie were going to puke and I coaxed you into the bathroom to ensure I would not have to clean it up. We would honestly sit in the bathroom for hours if your stomach felt the least bit rumbly.... and it was honestly a self-preservation technique on my behalf. I wanted every bit of it to end up in the toilet, not on the walls or in the bed.
I don't "do" puke! Okay I will if I am the last person around but only if there isn't anyone else to clean it up. It is the reason at elementary school that I would volunteer to do anything except the health room. Give me blood, give me bones protruding from a leg or an arm, but please don't make me have to deal with puke.
I even do a sympathy puke if I am anywhere in the vicinity of the smell. Not the kind of mother you want in the health room during flu season. I always thought I had the intelligence to be in the medical field but I knew that my gag reflex would prevent that from coming to fruition.
Puke is what makes me sick!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sniffles and Sneezes
I'm sick. It's no fun. I'm sad. I'm tired. I'm no good. I'm brief. Yo Kimmy Kim kim, what do you hate most about being sick?
The thing I hate most about being sick is my sudden inability to string together words in the same witty fashion I've become known for. I feel like if I'm sick, I let people down. I go from being the sorta funny guy to that guy who keeps interrupting all my sentences with his sniffles and sneezes. Usually when I hear a good joke opportunity, I quickly assess the best way to deliver it in a couple seconds, but when I'm sick...I find myself just thinking "Duhhhhhhhhhhh" over and over again. Error - Please Try Again. My spice and flavor has been stripped down by the elements, leaving behind an incredibly dull and uneventful vanilla. I feel like I just put my body in auto-pilot and halfheartedly go about my day. Who spiked the punch with Kryptonite?
JR
The thing I hate most about being sick is my sudden inability to string together words in the same witty fashion I've become known for. I feel like if I'm sick, I let people down. I go from being the sorta funny guy to that guy who keeps interrupting all my sentences with his sniffles and sneezes. Usually when I hear a good joke opportunity, I quickly assess the best way to deliver it in a couple seconds, but when I'm sick...I find myself just thinking "Duhhhhhhhhhhh" over and over again. Error - Please Try Again. My spice and flavor has been stripped down by the elements, leaving behind an incredibly dull and uneventful vanilla. I feel like I just put my body in auto-pilot and halfheartedly go about my day. Who spiked the punch with Kryptonite?
JR
Monday, June 13, 2011
What?
I'd say for the most part, your argument is riddled with logical errors. Just because LeBron wants to create some major hype and PR for his movement to a new team doesn't in any way mean that his talent has stopped working hard, or that he suddenly feels insecure with his skill level when compared with others. LeBron made a brilliant marketing move and turned what would have ordinarily just been another trade into a national affair. Not only did he create one of the biggest buzz moments in sports, but he also did so while raising a considerable amount of charity money for the Boys and Girls Club of America. LeBron knows he is probably the best in the NBA at his position. He worked as hard as he possibly could in Cleveland and finally realized that not even someone with as much talent as him could take that POS team to a title. Look what happened when he left...they had one of the worst losing streaks of any team in NBA history. If you're going to jump into the pool, why not make a big splash.
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