Take your own advice

Through getting alot of peoples advice lately I have come up with another person to seek counsel from, yourself. I thought of this idea when I was going through a similar problem I had just given someone advice on. It was easy for me to shed some insight for someone elses problem but when it was mine it was extremely difficult and painful. The only way it has worked for me is if I imagine a friend has just told me the whole story and asks me what they should do. I focus on disconnecting myself from the problem at hand. Then I have a clear perspective and am able to give myself advice. This has helped me realize that most of my discomfort with a problem is connected to being emotional about it because it’s my problem and not someone elses.

Blah!

I have all these words trapped inside me waiting to be spoken. When will I get to use them? It’s not in my nature just to verbally dump on someone. They most flow out organically. So, for now, I wait. I wait for the right person, with the right questions, with the right ears. Everything seems to come down to patients…

Glad I know who I am

All I can be is myself and allow people to react as they may.  It sucks when someone has a negative reaction towards you but pleasing everyone is a tireless, unattainable status.  If I were to cater to everyone’s wants and ideas of who I should be I rob them of the authentic me.

 

 

The Beebs stopping by

Just had a great honest conversation with my buddy.  He was in the neighborhood and stopped by to say hi.  Its awesome to have a conversation about real things all bullshit set aside.

nick

softball glory

So Monday was the last game of my softball season and I had one of my best personal moments in my short softball career.  It wasn’t hitting a game winning home run (which I have done) or anything like that.  It was a collection of small events that equaled awesomeness.

Event number 1:

We play one pitch softball so if you don’t swing it is either a walk or you strike out.  I chose not to swing and out of nowhere the ball moved right back into the strike zone and caught me off guard.  Clearly the ball was a strike… but the umpire called it a ball!  That sent the pitcher into a rage.
Event number 2:

Our catcher is out of town so I volunteered to play catcher.  Now the pitcher from the other team is on third base and they hit a fly ball to the outfield.  We catch it and he trys tagging up from third to score.  He is slow and old so we try to catch him.  The throw came in perfect and gave me plenty of time to put the tag on.  This guy trys muscling me of the plate and pushes my glove to try and knock the ball out.  I am way bigger than him so he is unsuccessful.  Now collisions with the catcher in softball are fairly frowned apon and there is a gentlemens agreement between all the players that you avoid contact with the catcher not create it.

Event number 3:

Now I am at bat again and still somewhat mad at the pitcher.  I get a good pitch to hit and I hit it square… I mean really hard.  I hit the ball exactly where I want, about 3 feet above the pitchers head and the ball two hops the fence.  This is another gentlemens agreement that is frowned apon because the pitch is really close to the plate and could be injured.

Event number 4:

Knowing that he (the pitcher for the other team) is a dick and I hold his life in my hands when I’m at the plate comes up to me the next inning and apologizes for running into me and trying to knock the ball out of my hand earlier in the game.

DAMN right you better apologize to me you son-of-a-B!

nick

Remembering

Just got done reading some of my past work (blogs) from myspace.  I really just spoke my mind without any care of who was reading and repercussions then.

I am impatient

When did this happen?

get dunked on by Patrick Chewing

The College Dropout

Kanye is my favorite artist and my favorite cd of his used to be “The College Dropout” but after two years of listening to “Graduation” I can now change my vote with confidence.

READ AND LISTEN!!!!

“Good Life”
(feat. T-Pain)

[Kanye West]
Like we always do at this time
I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
I g-go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky

[Chorus - T-Pain:]
I’m gonna get on this TV mama, I’m gonna
I’m gonna put shit down
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, I’m good

[Verse 1 Kanye West]
Welcome to the good life
Where niggas that sell D
Won’t even get pulled over in they new V
The good life, let’s go on a living’ spree
Shit they say the best things in life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ah
(Now throw your hands up in the sky)
So I roll through good
Y’all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari
And she got the goods
And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry
Yo it’s got to be cause I’m seasoned
Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry’s
50 told me go ‘head switch the style up
And if they hate then let ‘em hate
And watch the money pile up, the good life

[Hook:]
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky

[Chorus - T-Pain]

[Verse 2 Kanye West]
Welcome to the good life
Where we like the girls who ain’t on TV
Cause they got more (Ass than the models)
The good life, so keep it coming’ with the bottles
Till she feel boozed like she bombed out Apollo
The good life, it feel like Houston
It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C.
It feel like VA, or the Bay, or Ye
Ayy, this is the good life
Welcome to the good life

Homie, tell me what’s good
Why I only got a problem when you in the hood
Like I’m new in the hood, the only thing I wish?
(I wish a nigga would)
He probably think he could, but, but
I don’t think he should
50 told me go ‘head switch the style up
And if they hate then let ‘em hate
And watch the money pile up, the good life

[Hook]

[Chorus - T-Pain]

[Verse 3]
Have you ever popped champagne on a plane
While getting’ some brain
Whipped it out, she said “I never seen snakes on a plane”
Whether you broke or rich you gotta get biz
Having’ money’s not everything, not having it is
I was splurging’ on trizz
But when I get my card back activated
I’m back to Vegas cause
I always had a passion for flashing’ before I had it
I close my eyes and imagine, the good life

[T-Pain]
Is the good life better than the life I live
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
And now my grandmama ain’t the only girl calling me baby
And if you feeling’ me now then put your hands up in the sky
And let me hear you say hey, hey, hey, ooh
I’m good

The loss of a friend

Last Friday a close friend of mine died in a plane crash in Arizona, he left behind his wife and four kids.  Scott was a wonderful man of god with so much to offer the world.  He is personally responsible for my ability to work on cars and he even showed me how to fly a plane.

As a believer death causes a lot of mixed emotions inside of me.  The first and most selfish is anger.  I’m angry because I don’t get to see my friend anymore.  Scott had such a large roll in molding who I am as a man that I’m mad I don’t get to learn from him anymore.  I’m also feeling very sad.  I have my own reasons to be sad but I feel sad for his wife Holly and their kids.  I cant even fathom the amount of pain they must be feeling.

Just thinking about Scott and not all the people left here to deal with his sudden death, I’m happy.  I’m happy for Scott because he is now in the presence of God…. as sad as I am for the pain of his passing I cant help but smile in knowing that.

So Scott I salute you.  You were a wonder man!  You changed so many peoples life for the better with your passion for God, you willingness to help a friend, and your relentless love of your family.  I’ll never forgot you.