The new kitty opened his(her?) eyes today!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Pot
I smoke marijuana. No secret. It helps me in many ways. However, lately it hasn't felt the same. It used to clear my mind, give me energy, and motivate me. Now after a an hour or two, I move in slow motion and can barely think. Quite a change.
This is not an anti-marijuana post.
This is just my way of saying that when it no longer brings the desired happy results maybe it is time to cut back.... ;-)
This is not an anti-marijuana post.
This is just my way of saying that when it no longer brings the desired happy results maybe it is time to cut back.... ;-)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Make an impact
(A friend had this posted on his blog and I was touched enough to re-post it on mine:)
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. " They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"
He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. " They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"
He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors, we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous.!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Patron
My friend Ric drove out from L.A. to visit. We met up at 9am and started drinking immediately. Ric's a bodybuilder so he can handle a lot more liquor than me but I was keeping up! No wonder I got sick.
Monday, September 24, 2007
What am I doing right now
Listening to Slayer, smoking, cleaning house, doing laundry, updating my blog, and researching Fit Flops..
Friday, September 21, 2007
New Mom
My kitty had another baby last night -- 24 hours after the first! Sadly, it was stillborn. I have been telling her that she was only going to have one baby. Turns out, that's what it is now. Her first is doing well. They are so cute together!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
My Las Vegas Condo - For Sale
2 Bedrooms
Beautiful condo, prime location, minutes away from the Strip!
This guard-gated community has all the ammenities:
Not to mention:
I am officially "off the market"
The new guy I've been seeing rocks my world and satisfies me on all 3 levels: emotional, mental, and physical. Not sure if he expects monogamy but I'm not even tempted to play around with anyone else anymore. Sorry guys...
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Myspace inconsistancies
Look at these numbers:
Sep 17, 2007
Your Network:
201,375,868
Profile Views:
665
When I refresh 15 times in a row, the "Your Network" number changes:
201,377,144
201,369,378
201,377,801
201,377,989
201,372,138
201,376,995
201,377,182
201,379,503
201,380,489
201,371,463
201,377,585
201,378,646
201,377,678
201,378,025
201,380,148
201,379,535
Why does it go up and down so much? Are these numbers even real?
Sep 17, 2007
Your Network:
201,375,868
Profile Views:
665
When I refresh 15 times in a row, the "Your Network" number changes:
201,377,144
201,369,378
201,377,801
201,377,989
201,372,138
201,376,995
201,377,182
201,379,503
201,380,489
201,371,463
201,377,585
201,378,646
201,377,678
201,378,025
201,380,148
201,379,535
Why does it go up and down so much? Are these numbers even real?
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I fell off the wagon
Sugar addiction is harder to break than you might think.
How did I get smothered in chocolate? I have no idea.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Justin Timberlake
Two girlfriends and I went to the Justin Timberlake concert last night. We had a great time! I have to give him credit; he is a true entertainer.