A Time to Reflect...

Maybe its this time of year that has me reflecting on the things in my life that I am blessed for, or maybe I am getting older and more sentimental... whatever the case may be, I have decided to blog about it (most of you are probably thinking "no duh, stop wasting my time with this non-sense and just get to it" and that is a valued sentiment, but it is my blog after, so I will get to it when I feel like getting to it... and now I'll get to it).

-I am so blessed and thankful for my wonderful family: dad, mom, and brother.
-I am truly spoiled with the depth of character and genuineness of all of my friends... you guys (and girls) rock.
-I am thankful to be living in a country that I can be free to worhsip God without fear of consequences.
-I am thankful for all of the men and women serving in our military that serve and protect us in many ways that will never been seen or known by us.
-Even though I am single, I am thankful for the maturing and personal growth I have had before I can really be of any value to another person in a relationship.
-I am thankful for the woman that will someday be my wife... unless celibacy is a gift that I possess, then I am thankful for that (like how I covered all of my bases there?).
-but mostly I am thankful for you, my readers... just joking, I am not. But thats really because I know that I am already friends with all of you, so I already said I was thankful for you. So just get over yourselves already, OK? (I was just joking, so be happy and smile... I SAID TO SMILE!!!)

Woo-What The-Fest

O-M-Jeepers!!! Yes, that is right. I said that. For good reason too, might I add. If you couldn't gather from my extremely effiminate opening proclamation, I am talking about Woofest. After having watched this year's edition of the annual Vanguard tradition, only one question deserves to be raised and that is "WHAT THE @*$&#%*@!!!!!!" Yes, you read that right. No, that was not a typo (I already told you that you read that right). If you have not already heard aboout it, well you will now. It was the most eye-popping and jaw-dropping event I have ever seen at Vanguard, or anywhere for that matter... though not necessarily for the best reasons. The hijinks and shenanigans were on display throughout the evening... and I am not being a homer by saying this either, but my brother's floor (2nd FLOOR ALL THE WAY!!!) was robbed from winning (stupid girls that can scream abnormally loud).

Well, I guess that is all. Just wanted to Tweet about it, but since I do not have a Twitter account (or the desire to get one) I decided to go with this faithful blog. You are now the proud reader of my thoughts and opinions of this evening.

P.S. - I had a quart of chocolate milk after the show... and it was delicious!!! Just an FYI, to anyone that may care.

The Greatest Country on Earth

So I am watching the news right now... weird, I know... but there was just a story on that a middle school in California was not going to let a student put an American flag on the back of his bikenfor Veteran's day. The middle school eventually changed their stance on the issue, but why was there any hesitation to begin with?!?!?!?! We are in the United States of America are we not? So why would that even be an issue? Political Correctness is to blame. I am not saying that PC is bad, because it does take ignorance of differences into account, but COME ON!!!!!!! The PC in this story sought to not offend... well, I have absolutely no idea who the American flag would offend in AMERICA!!!! Should we go around being ignorant and offending anyone and everyone that crosses our path? No, of course not. But if our quest to not offend others takes away national pride that is not based upon bigotry or ethnocentrism, but rather upon the values that this nation was founded, something has been very perverted. It is sickening that the American flag could possibly be offended to another American citizen. I am sorry that the flag of the nation of which you are a citizen to is offensive... NOT!!! How could the symbol of our nation be offensive to anyone that calls this country home is beyond me.

I wonder what all of our ancestors would think of this? You know, those that worked so hard to get here and spent all the money they had just to make a better life for their children and children's children. Those that did whatever it took to make a living in this country because they had a freedom that was not present in their original country. Those that fought against the inhumanity taking place in other parts of the world during both of the World Wars. I'm sure they would blush or be filled with disgust at the very sight of the American flag. I hope you caught the sarcasm in that last sentence.

On a lighter note... during the same news broadcast, they showed a high school quarterback rush for a 99 yard TD... on a QB SNEAK!!!!! That is ridiculous! OK, enough of my pathetic musings for tonight.

GMH

So I have a slightly embarassing confession to make... I love the website GMH (Gives Me Hope) and also LGMH (Love Gives Me Hope). For a fairly manly, well, man that is somewhat hard to say out loud (or via keyboard as it may be). My emotions can get the better of me sometimes and some of the stories posted on those wonderful sites seriously tug at the old heartstrings. And yes, there have been several stories to bring moisture to my eyeballs... they are just so sweet. I have never advertised myself as a hardened, emotionless being but I have also never admitted my emotional side either. So with that in mind it may come as a bit of a surprise that it is not just these sites that can get to the core of my masculine heart. Other things that have too would include: A Walk to Remember, Old Yeller, and Marley and Me. Sometimes I'm not sure if I avoid some chick-flicks because they are girly or because I'm afraid my emotions would make an unwanted appearance. Curse such heartwarming things.

What was the purpose of this post? I'm not too sure. I guess I just decided not to hide from it anymore. There are somethings in life that are so tender and sweet and adorable that could even make the manliest man at least get teary-eyed and I am no exception. So please do not exploit this new knowledge you have acquired to get me emotional... that just wouldn't be cool. Thank you.

P.S. - give those sites a looksy and you will see what I mean... they are so, dare I say cute?

It's the Cold Talking, I Swear

I have just realized that I am not a fan of people being individuals. Anything more than a slight deviation from normal upsets me... immensely. People that dress in ways that I view to be abnormal kind of stresses me out. When people speak in ways that are different than myself... my soul shudders.

I like to see myself as the epitome of average: average height, weight, looks, intelligence, humor, heck even my ethnicity is a mumbled up mess (meaning I represent a lot of ethnicities, so I represent a lot of people, thus making me average... kind of a stretch). So whats different compared to me, I see as Oddball McGee. Is it right? Doubtful. Is it wrong? Open for interpretation. Is it me? Yes. Is it normal for everyone to do this? Yes and no (remember I am the epitome of average and normal falls under that category), but since I feel there are more "open" people (fancy terminology for "those that are close-minded to close-mindedness") than "not-open" people (?), then I oddly become an oddity and I should therefore be awkward around myself.

You may be asking yourself "where is he going with this?" and I would answer by saying I'm not really sure. I'm blaming a cold for my rambling. But on a sidenote, don't you like how I pulled that whole observation full-circle? (impressive, I know) Another question may have popped into your dome, "does he really consider himself to be the epitome of average?" HAHAHAHAHA (thats me... laughing in your face) don't be ridiculous. I have self-confidence, though more pronounced in some areas than others. I know that I am really, really, ridiculously good looking. And don't get me started on my awe-inspiring intellect and humor (but you can get me started on that if you would like).

Have I wasted enough of your, the reader's, time? Not by a long shot (just joking). I have nothing else to entertain you with at this present moment. so until next time... stay classy, internet.

Got Bored in the Library

So I've come to the realization that I am growing up. Although my realization wasn't so much for the good reasons, such as: better organization, wisdom, knowledge (but those are coming around as well... at least thats what I believe)... but rather my body is getting older (and not in a good sense like finally acquiring "man-strength"). My body is finally starting to breakdown and it sucks. I imagine this is how Brett Favre feels... minus the whole scandal thing now (too soon?). I need to start working out harder or something, otherwise I fear my limbs will actually just fall off of the rest of my body.

Anywho... I guess physical breakdown is inevitable, but I'm still fairly young at 22 (although, I feel a lot older everytime another one of my friends gets married). So I should be able to bounce back fine once I get into a better workout routine.

Now onto something that is really cool (and not semi-depressing)... the Giants WON!!!!! They are now in the NLCS and all is right with the world. They won the most exciting divisional series of the playoffs and I think I may have grown some gray hairs just watching it. It was emotionally draining and I felt tired after every game, though not too tired after they won their 3 games. Finally the Giants are back to baseball's elite and they can only get better (2 rookies started the clinching game 4 against the Braves and Lincecum, Cain, and Sanchez are still young). With the Giants resurgence, October finally has a meaning to me (besides being the month that gets in the way of Thanksgiving and Christmas).

I won't talk about the 49ers at all because I am choosing to ignore what is happening right now with them... so with that in mind (or out of mind?) I will simply end my post here. So thank you for reading (if you did). I do this for all of my devoted followers (just joking). Good bye for now (and the post is actually ending......................... now).

My Life at the Moment

My life has become abundantly more complex and complicated over these last few months. Recent events have really just left me unsure of my next move (or moves as it may be). I have never felt this way before, and I have even approached this situation differently than I have when faced with similar things in the past. I have felt compelled to act differently and the reasoning escapes me. I have never thought to approach wise counsel in this type of matter before, but I felt strongly that I needed to this time. I have never really prayerfully approached any situation like this before, but I feel I really need to this time around. Is it because I am older now and more mature? Are these new attitudes and approaches being impressed upon me by God?

I would just like to state for the record that I truly hope its a "yes" to each question. But who really knows right now. I guess only time will really reveal the correct answers to my internal questions.

With all that being said, I am having one of the best times of my life right now. I will not say why I am enjoying life so much right now. Why? Because I don't have to (ever hear of a "cliff-hanger"?). Plus, I want to keep this whole situation/time/life thing under-the-radar because there is still nothing of substance in this particular area. I just really want to be careful and wise in my handling of this "thing" because if anything were to develop, there would need to be wisdom and discretion involved in maintaining "it."

You just can't stop guessing about what it could possibly be, huh? Well, I would say my job here is done then. Just joking. But seriously, it probably won't take you many guesses to figure out what I am talking (writing/typing) about.

Happy guessing.

Something Witty and Clever... (but not really)

So I've returned to blogging and I am still not famous. Oh well. I guess my blog would become famous if people knew it existed and for people to know it exists they would probably have to Google my name and in order for people to want to Google my name they would need to know that I exist... and that's probably why I am still not famous. The only people that know I exist are my 5 faithful followers, although I have no idea if one of them is even a real person. So my 4 followers are the only peeps that know I and the blog exists, although I should probably not count my roommate as a follower cause I live with him... and I guess I don't really know how faithful the other 3 are in reading this. So at most there are 5 people that know about me and my blog, but more than likely it's one person that reads this only when extreme boredom hits them.

Oh well. I guess I can't make myself famous through my blogging. I guess I'll have to rely on winning the lotto in order to gain my wealth instead of through my celebrity.

Speaking of celebrities, why are they so rich? They don't actually do anything that helps people (aside from adopting ridiculous amounts of children... yes, I'm talking about you Angelina). On a side note related to my side note in parentheses in the last sentence, what is the deal with her collecting babies like trophies? Are her and octomom in some sort of babies race like the US and the former Soviet Union were in an arms race? I know I'm like six months, at least, behind that whole joke and everything, but it still creeps me out. It's like as soon as she gets tired of a kid she gets a new one. Kids aren't like clothes where you can get new ones once you outgrow or wear-out the old ones. I completely forgot where I was going with this paragraph... oh well.

Some of you may be asking what the point of writing this blog is after reading to this point... and well there really isn't a point (don't act surprised). I was simply bored and decided to do something productive (the productivity of this blog is very debatable, but still its better than sleeping all day... or is it?). I am a major procrastinator (I'm not going to talk about it, it's more of a just in case you were interested sort of thing). I measure productivity by how many times I stand up in a day... so, yes, I would count this blog as being productive, a major waste of time, but a productive one at that.

Here is the part of the blog that I talk about my life and whats new in it. I'm actually just joking, nothing new is going on in my life. If there was something new and exciting, I definitely wouldn't be wasting my time writing this (or maybe this is the new and exciting thing in my life?). What is that you are saying to yourself, "Tim is the coolest most awesome guy I know and he writes the wittiest and most clever blog entries of all time, so how can he have such a boring life?"?(?... I feel I messed up somewhere with the question marks) Well sadly if that is exactly what you are thinking, you are dead wrong and quite gullible. I often speak of my awesomeness, coolness, hilarity and other positive qualities and characteristics that I possess (here comes the catch), but I do not really possess any of them, at least not to the degree I would like you to think. I guess this paragraph has been somewhat of a confessional section for me... and it was quite therapeutic.

I cannot guarantee when my next entry will be, but I can guess it will be a result of boredom. So until next time, make me famous... PLEASE!!!!!!! I need money and I don't want to really have to work for it, so if you could make me famous that would be pretty sweet.

Anybody Out There?

I have a question, and a simple one at that... does anyone really blog anymore? Is blogging now an archaic art, such as handwritten letters? Do people only care about the lives of celebrities now? Is tweeting the new blogging? Or are my suspicions correct that tweeting is the most lame modern technology in recent years?

OK, so it turns out I had more questions than I realized. But that's alright, because its my blog and my opinion is the only one that matters here. I will now discuss in excruciating detail my new plan for this here blog (a.k.a. online journal... diaries are for girls). I'm actually joking about the deets being painful, I hate pain so it I wouldn't want to inflict any on anybody else. Any who, I am now determined to be the biggest name in non-celebrity writing (I guess it could mean that i would become a celebrity thus eliminating the previous sentence). My dream includes people flocking to computer screens and reading my humorous musings and declaring me their favorite person in the world (narcissistic much?). I will become a national treasure (I will beat Nicolas Cage down if he comes around me though). Nobody will be able to function throughout their day without first reading my blog first. Its really the perfect plan.

As a result of my future awesomeness (I know most of you are thinking to yourselves, "Future awesomeness? He's already awesome!!!") I will become the new Dos Equis spokesman (I will be the new "Most Interesting Man in the World"). I may even end up co-hosting an episode of Man vs. Wild. I will be offered a cast spot on SNL. I will be the international face of success. And I will date only the most beautiful girls in the entire world, of course... thats a given.

And that is how I will have gone from the most famous non-celebrity to the most famous celebrity. This post will act as "Step #1" in my fame seeking journey. Those few that read this will be able to tell their grandchildren about it someday (it may also become a national/international holiday... but that decision is really out of my hands).

I give it a couple of days to fully realize the dream set out in this post. So, I will write again when I am famous... late peeps.