Here we go, one more time.......

I keep thinking of that damn N'sync song from back in the day. Hence my choice in title. On a side note, I just realized that my iPod has been comfortably resting in my back pack. Let me get some tunes going and I can write to a beat. Ahhh....there we go! Slipknot to the rescue.
Now seriously, the twitter world has been without my words for about two months and I think some people are beginning to become angry at me. I realize your frustration as I created this account with as a blog based source for content. My frustration has been livid as well. Facebook has kept me down with blogs (of which I only have five to account for). Sorry again.
My education has been going very well. Learning has been a key focus for me, so just give me a minute. I have to check the scores from my last test. Well my grade has improved, thus I know of one class that I will pass. Out of four, that is pretty bad. I am so sick of college that I could not stop for a semester and regain my footing. I would never return.
The media sure has been comforting to Barrack Obama. This idiot that we call our president has done nothing to curb American fears on the situation in Iraq. His battle cry,if you will, was that he would shut down operations in Iraq very shortly after he took the presidency. People agreed with him because he sounded much more serious than President Bush did at the same time. He has no background in this type of situation, and being the first foreign born president puts Arnold Swarzenegger into scope for the next president. Hey Ahhhhnold!
Next on my shit list would have to be Oprah Winfrey. I know she is a symbol of American prosperity and the rising of African American's to the media forefront, but she sucks at what she does. I really enjoyed what Ellen Dejeneres had to say about her "how dare you!". Referring to Winfrey's preferential treatment of the first lady over anyone else. Screw the first lady. She didn't do shit to get into the position that she is. Once again, a we have a president with a wayside wife who seems to get in the way of everything. See JFK.
Well, I am out of insults for the modern world. Peace in the middle east!

Laziness bites me in the ass

Sorry everyone, I have been lazy when it comes to the written content of my blogger/twitter accounts. I have been working up a storm at the newspaper and writing on my Facebook account so something had to take the fall.

Anyways, I wanted to write about my dumb-ass brother-in-law. I could use far more expletives to describe his low meaning of a life but I have distanced myself from that. I know from war that holding a grudge against someone is useless because their life, like yours, is only going to mature for so long before a shrub uses your body for fertilization. The weird exception to this is my mother-in-law who I hate with an underlying tone because of what she did to me on my wedding day and subsequent honeymoon. I will not get into her antics because she is a horrible waste of my time that I will do nothing more than bitch about.

I want to bitch about my wife's brother, who is actually pretty smart. He graduated from his high school without actually attending much and without the help of any "special" treatment from his instructors. He is what you and I would call "book smart" because he can learn from anything that is written. To add to that, he only needs to read something once because he gets the meaning and moves on; what I would call a genius. He, however, is not street smart in any sense of the way. If there was no such thing as the web or postal service, I would not be surprised to find him in the middle of Chicago saying how he hates black people(using expletives).

This brother in law came and visited us a couple of weeks ago. I had admired him as a very nice person up until that point (which I should have since I never talk to the guy). Then one day he opened his mouth and I began tuning him out every day since. Apparently I was using undertones to call him a marxist, which I had not done at all. Let it be known that this is the same man who was caught twice for driving drunk and thinks that everyone should have to have the same monitoring system in their car's as he does. I do not believe this one bit because I never screwed up like him. I know that there are consequences for doing anything. In economics it's called the opportunity cost, in reality it's called being smart; and apparently being smart is something he lacks. So screw him, and his stupid mother. Neither of them represent a shadow of my life that I care about.

Marriage Counseling

Ahhh....You know your marriage is fucked when________. You fill in the blanks. I would have said Marriage counseling a couple of years ago, but last week I attended my first session. So much for that die hard time tested marriage that I am involved in. Here's the beat: Marriage is tough and I will be the first to admit that. Everyone has tough times when they live with someone, and having a spouse is no different. Sometimes, you have to compromise on things that you really want. I feel that I have been compromising so much that I am not actually getting anything near what I want.
Now for the truth...UGGHHH! My wife and I have worked hard at our relationship. I seem to take quite a bit while she only gets a little. I take and take, while she gives and gives. This type of relationship can only be utilized in such things as a contract marriage. I mean, c'mon; I have been married 4 1/2 years and life has been good. Without a spouse, most of the things desired in life are untouchable. If you want that big house, nice boat, cool ride or even a full cart of groceries you need someone to help you foot the bill. Now let me set that record straight before you begin to spin it. A spouse is not a financial perk of being married. Marriage is something that you create with someone who you love and care about. Everything else falls into place as time goes by. You have kids together and grow old together. I can think of numerous relationships that have failed, but I can also think of many people who have stuck it out for 50+ years. Talk about commitment.
Before I close anything out on this blog, I want everyone to realize something: no partner in a marriage can work harder than the other and expect to have a good relationship. It just doesn't work that way. If you want a solid long lasting partership, everyone must put their share of work into the plan. You would not want to work more hours and get paid less, so I highly doubt that your spouse would feel the same.

The end of the road for my marriage

Marriage is something that is supposed to last. If you listen closely at the next wedding you attend, the pastor will say something along the lines of “till death do you part”; to which you reply, I do. I remember these lines because I said them nearly five years ago. I looked my wife in the eye and gave her the testament of my love. Then and there I became a member of the “club” where only married couples are admitted.
Flash forward four and a half years and I am wondering how I could have said something like that with my current crisis unfolding. I have been had problems with my marriage on several occasions. Never anything large and difficult like infidelity, I always had the little things like the forgetting to purchase a new pack of smokes for my wife. Things became harder and harder to do when the person that I loved so much became so different. I say this because we all change over time. When you first get married you are like a little caterpillar waiting to form your cocoon. Your marriage never really finds any testing because of how bright your future seems. Any real problem is absorbed by the shock of being together forever. Then it all happens; your cocoon forms and everything about you is merged with your spouse. Over time, you learn that simple things become subjects for arguments while the original gasoline that sparked your love has faded. You now rely on what you have in front of you to satisfy your needs. Shortly after this, you transform into a butterfly with bright pretty colors on the outside. The inside, however, is a whole different story. If you were to dissect a pretty monarch butterfly, you would probably be appalled when you saw the simple organs inside. Chances are, after that dissection you would never look at a monarch the same way again. This is exactly how your marriage looks to other people; pretty on the outside, but relying on so many things on the inside.
Now you are probably wondering why I used all of these metaphors to describe the “art” of marriage. I guess one could say that I relate my life to a beautiful butterfly floating through the air. Everyone see’s my happy wings but they fail to realize that my stomach is growling from the pain of a recent argument. I put on my happy face, otherwise known as my wings and give everyone a show. Then one day everything hits when I land near a maple tree and become ensnared in the sap. My guts burst for everyone to see and the only way for me to survive is to snip my beautiful wings to allow my life to go on. By doing this, I show the world what my marriage is truly about and how difficult the process is. I no longer show any motivation because I cannot change what people saw while I was stuck in the sap. Never again will my colorful wings offset the carnage of my marriage. I live life for everyone to see.
In modern terms, I become useless to my spouse and a lawyer gets involved to make sure that I get to keep my part of the cocoon. Everything splits and I now realize that I will have to start the process all over again. From caterpillar to butterfly, maybe I will get screwed and end up a moth. The point is, when divorce becomes a common term in your own marriage, things are falling apart from the inside. No mediator or counselor will ever be able to charge you enough to fix your problems. You must deal with them and apply what you have learned. If you are in my shoes, you realize that it’s all over and you may have made a mistake. I have no idea if I made a mistake, but I will tell you this: I am a human and I am prone to misleading myself.
If my marriage does end in divorce, I hope that twenty years from now when I see my ex-wife doing well that I can still say we had a good four years.

Impulsive Decisions

I want, I want, I need, I need. Every day, that sentence rumbles through my head. I am an impulsive 26 year old who needs to find his way. The problem is, I cannot find a support group for my issue because there is not one. Impulsiveness has so many sub-categories that you cannot simply say that you fall into one. For example, my issue is with money yet some could say that their issue is with food. I am all alone and the only one who bears my burden is my wife. We have separate checking accounts which allows me to plunder into debt all by myself; however, I am always wanting to ring something up. Today is a classic example. I bought a boat instead of my usual fireworks show. I love fireworks and I am a certified pyro. When I was sitting in my room earlier this year, I thought about about how much a boat could be better for me than a trunk full of fireworks. I bought the boat, and now it sits because my interest lasted for two months. Today, the fourth of July, I was at my friends house with my fireworks absent. I began igniting his fireworks when I realized that I would run out of fireworks within two hours, and it wasn't even dark yet! So instead of holding off and relaxing for a while, I drove down the the fireworks stand (which the local stands are all sub-par fireworks such as fountains) and I spent $200 on an hour of entertainment.
This is my life, I cannot control it and I feel the downward spiral coming. I always tell myself that if I had one million dollars I would start a business and make more money. I think ultimately, I would be writing another blog about how I am bored with that business because it is no longer fun. I don't know what to do with my life at this point. I know that I love to write because a page of words can never be restrictive. People can interpret what they want from my blogs as I do not care what people think.
Currently, I am pondering becoming a season ticket holder to the Colorado Avalanche. I love the Avalanche as they were the very first team that I watched back in 1995. I was attracted to their jerseys and the style of play. I had just finished playing NHL '94 on my sega genesis (old I know!) when I turned the television from input to cable. The first channel to pop up was ESPN and their program, fire on ice. The Avalanche were playing the Kings and everything about the video game translated into the television game. I knew what was going on and I understood. I did not like Los Angeles' jersey scheme, but something about Colorado's took my eye. I immediately fell in love with Patrick Roy and Peter Forsberg. From then on, I would spend my nights stomping my feet on the basement floor as the Sakic and Forsberg lines shredded opposing defences. I was hooked and nothing could stop me. Well almost nothing.
During my military service, I was blacked out for most of the Avalanche games. The only time that I was able to watch their home games was when they were involved in a marque matchup. Away games never seemed to get played. I think in my six years in the service, I saw three or four games. After my first tour in Iraq, I made the decision to stay in the Army and move to Fort Carson; which happens to be in my most favorite state, Colorado. Shortly after moving, I made a list of things to do while stationed here. Go snowboarding in the rockies, go trout fishing in the awesome streams, and go to an Avalanche game. I did snowboarding the second year that I was here because of another deployment. Soon after I found myself in the waters of the North Platte river where I have only cought one fish to this day.
A whole three years later, in the year of 2009, I enjoyed my first Avalanche game. I sat in the lower bowl and thereby set my expectations for future games. Unfortunately, the lower bowl ranges from $111 per seat to $200. Quite expensive, but I have been Coloradoized. I went to two more games for a similar price and even got my picture on the jumbotron.
Now I enter my next impulsive decision. Can I afford to attend 44 home games? How bad are the seats from all the way up top? As it stands, unless there is a discount for season ticket holders, I will not be able to afford anything more than the cheapest tickets in the house. I hope that I can fanagle something so that I can see from a better vantage point.

Is this the world coming to an end?

Years ago, I was told that my body was the property of Jesus and that I needed to repent for the sins that I committed against him; so I did. Today, I hardly honor that repentance because I do not see the prospects of heaven any more.
With the news stories that have been tabloid hits, I am wonder whether I made the correct decision any more. I read in the bible, in some format, that the world will fall into disorder and war will break out everywhere. When this occurs, Jesus will return from heaven to take our souls away to a better place and take down the enemy. Although I do not know who this suspected anti-christ is, I am starting to feel that the idea of spirituality is very real. If what the bible spoke about is true, then we are the land of mis-opportunity and you can bet that the white horse will be rode upon in America shortly before this country is dethroned. I am not saying that Americans are the devil, but it appears we are his advocate. We go against everything that is normal, we live to be the best, and this is the reason why the world is what it is today. Nobody cares about Israel;nobody. Our country produces the most items for world consumption which is why the world cares about how America is doing.
Point: Something may be right to this spirituality game, and I refuse to be by the road when and if it does come to pass.

Satchel what award?

Today I was so eloquently reading a page from the Yahoo! sports edition when I came across the interesting article about Satchel Paige. For all of you who are naive to Mr. Paige's accomplishments (myself included), I'll give you a brief run down; he was incredibly talented and threw pitches faster than Randy Johnson at his current age. He made the majors his "bitch" and turned baseball upside down. From what I understand, he was the behind the scenes guy who opened the door for Jackie Robinson to walk through.
The debacle: a sports writer thinks it would be such a grand idea to turn the Cy Young award into the Satchel Paige award because apparently, Mr. Young has spent enough time atop the list for people to be named after something special. The problems with this are tremendous and they can be tipped off by the Vince Lombardi trophy going to the National Football League's super bowl champions. How come this has never been an issue with football? Why don't we have six or so sports writers commenting on how the Lombardi has sat atop the largest podium in American sports for so long? Well, it's because we have yet to get that far in our racial divide. Do not mistake my words, I am against this proposition even if it is just a far fetched idea from a dipshit writer. Why does Cy Young have to step down? Why can't we just name a fitting award for Mr. Paige if he is indeed who MLB says he is? The answers to these questions are a bit simple, yet undefined. It's because there is no reason to rename an award. Imagine Roger Clemens, aside from his steroid controversy, looking at his Cy Young awards and wondering how they stack up to the Satchel Paige award. This is ludacris and there is no reason for it. I am seriously running out of words to prove my point. The reason is because Yahoo! obviously has a stance that protecting the past of this game is pointless and making sure that not just the players, but the awards they receive are racially equal. There are so many unnamed awards in baseball, why not use one of those?

Miami Herald

This is a bit repetitive; I am constantly writing about wanting to write. Yes, I know. Your fed up with my Facebook writings because I almost exclusively talk about getting the opportunity to write for the Gazette or the Denver Post. Well today my friends, I walk another path. Possibly a third, but that has yet to be determined. Today I took a look at the Miami Herald as another suitable candidate for a great career. I know this will make me leave my humble state of Colorado, but if the mountains do not produce money, I am sure the ocean will. There are many pro's and con's to consider when thinking of a job this exotic. There was no pun there, so I will not comment later about it! Hurricanes are a constant problem for the lower portion of Florida. Although the penninsula does line up pretty well with storms, the last real powerhouse to take down the Orange state was Andrew. I have thought about this quite a bit as I weigh the con's. The pro's, well now..they can be con's too! I wonder what it would be like to have my boss at the herald tell me to take a vacation. Could I really relax on Miami Beach two days after reporting about a murder? Or could I go to a fabulous golf course just minutes from my hometown? Seriously, what would the point be in even booking a hotel? Ahhh, well it's all kinda stupid. Anyways, I thought I would write about another newspaper opportunity that I came accross today. Maybe it'll be a career about five years down the road.

How to articles that just don't pan out

Are you one of those people who reads a business article relating to rich people? Maybe you read articles pertaining to the proper way to interview. Or, after all of those, you find yourself reading the recent article pertaining to fashing. If any of these apply to your, or you read something along the lines of a magazine about how to do things, read on.
Little do you know, but the writer who thought up that article probably has little to no credentials in his/her given field. Yes, it's true. I can say from experience that most writers who submit articles to columns or magazines do research rather than write from experience. That article about how to become rich; yeah, it was written by someone making close to $40,000 a year. Yet you are reading the magazine trying to follow the steps given in cronological order. The problem is, everything that you read could be a lie. How about this; put your money into stocks now because the economy will be improving and you could be set to make thousands. That writer has no intention on investing with you, and if you fail at what they write about, it's only because they wrote that article as part of their salary.
What about fashion? Well, sad to say, fashion is not controlled by those models walking down a stage or even the people who create the clothing. The entire industry,contrary to what movies like "The Devil Wears Prada" will say, is controlled by people like me. I know next to nothing about slipping on a piece of fabric and finding what is good or bad about it. I just say "eww, that's not lookin' to good" and bam, the clothing changes. That situation was hypothetical because I do not write for fashion, but nonetheless, this is how clothing is controlled.
Next in line is that great big book on interview tips. Everything in that book from the opening cover to the closing ad was strategically placed for your eyes to peruse oh so nicely. Somebody will walk out of an interview, and I just may be near to witness the facial expression displayed by the recent interviewee. After a short chat with the employer and the candiate, I find out that the candidate received the job. Shortly after, I will write an article on how that candiate interviewed. This article will contain something about how everything went down and how to present themselves. What you don't know is that the employer was interviewing casually because she wanted to find an employee who can be relaxed at work. When you take this strategy to your interview and find yourself getting kicked out after five minutes, you will now know that my article had nothing to do with your interview.
So what do you do about these how to magazines? I mean seriously, someone is still going to buy them which is why people like me will still write them. To start, if you feel that some confidence is needed, talk to employees of that company and find out how they work everyday. Chances are the employer will be looking for someone who can present themselves at the interview the way that they will work everyday. If you interview in suit and tie, but everyone else is in a polo shirt, chances are that the employer will be less inclined to believe you or give you a valid interview.
As far as fashion goes, continue to pick out the best articles of clothing at your local store. In about three years and fifty alterations later, you'll see what I wrote about. Except it will be $200 cheaper and better looking than when I wrote about it.
If it's money that your trying to make, never think that you will get ahead by laying down. It just doesn't work that way. Bill Gates is the fruit of years of "stolen" work. Warren Buffet worked his way up to become rich as hell and he put his ass on the line. You will too, and it won't come easy.
Unless the article guarantee's you'll make money, don't follow the advice. No magazine want's a lawsuit because they said you will make fast cash.

Trying to stay motivated

These days, the art of motivation is key to anyone's success. No matter how high or low you want to bid yourself, if you are not motivated, you can kiss your money, wealth, and fame goodbye. College has been my "money, wealth, and fame" up to this point. I am trying not to overbid myself because I know the consequences of failing college; hello McDonald's. These days, McD's is not even a solid option anymore, so I hope my efforts have been forthcoming in college. I have so many things going on right now that college is almost taking a back burner position. For instance, I bought a boat a month ago and finally got it out in the water for some good ole' time fun. Since running the boat, I have found something that my wife and I enjoy quite a bit; boating and tubing. We have had a blast together and boating has been the first activity where we actually see our selves participating equally. Now that I have the boat, I am beginning to find it's flaws as I wonder what the boat's limits are. I think waterskiing with this particular vessel will be almost too difficult. Yet, I hope that I am not putting my carraige before the horse by seeking price ranges of other boats. Maybe someday, when I achieve my wealth, I'll own that nice boat and you can come with me.

Child tries to infiltrate the world

How the hell is an eleven year old going to try and tell me what I should spend my time on? I was reading an article on Yahoo! News about a young boy who graduated college. He has his sights set on the space shuttle(which by my accounts, he's got headway on everyone graduating college in the next 10 years). He posted a note on his blog(which Yahoo! picked up the feed from), that stated "I do not think children or adults should wasted their time on video games". Well Mr. Knowitall, I would really like to challenge your position regarding the degree you attained. Astrophysics, which as a high notability for producing non-earth friendly functions, contain almost everything you know about the space shuttle. Yet, you want to criticize me and my fellow friends for thumbing away at the latest video game; well go ahead little bastard. You can tell me what to do all you want, but the fact is, no one will hire you for the next seven years. I suggest that you pursue your doctorate in shut the fuck up before emitting such shit from your mouth.

Kids will be kids

Ohhhh am I ever pist! Have you ever had one of those times where you called someone out and they knew you were right? I had one of those last night and somehow, the people I called out evaded me. I wrote a lengthy note on my Facebook blog which goes into great detail about my childhood and those who constantly teased me. They made my life a living hell, and for once I try to go out and call them for their prior transgressions to get a little condolence: and what do I get? The little tab that says "remove tag" option. Yes, instead of letting all of their friends know what they did back in the day and that they may have forever scarred someone, they dodge the bullet. It looks like I am amonsgt some of the most cowardess people on the planet when it comes to high school graduates. I know I graduated over seven years ago, but shit, can't someone just say what had happened to them? I know this type of thing came up in a movie many years back. Although I cannot recall the name, I will give you the details of the movie. Some kid who was teased in high school grew up in a town far away from his school. He became a man and moved away to a place where he could always hide from his transgressors. Eventually, he saved his money and bought a scoped rifle and began to take out classmates who crossed him. Long story short, one of his "shit list" co-students decided to apologize for the horror that the man was put through. Then the guy with the gun crossed him out from the list of people to die.
Why are people like this? Why is the truth to much to handle? Someone please tell me, after all, high school sucked anyways.

How to land that dream job

Do you wish to make it in today's economy? I sure hope so, yet so many of you have given up and closed up your shop that the times look dim. School is no longer the need to get a job today, neither are the connections that you have listed on your phone. Today you need to interview, and you need to do it well. I would have to say that you almost need to lie to get a job, but I would be lying(no pun intended).
How to interview well; is it a mystery? The simple answer is no, yet I am writing to a congregation of more people that are not getting hired than I am to CEO's of major corporations.
One of the first steps anyone should do before interviewing is proof read what you have. No employer will hire you if multiple issues and typo's exist on your resume.
Next you need to think about the audience that you are preaching to. Yes I said preaching. When you go to an interview, it's not about the people on the other side of the table, it's about you. As soon as you close the door to the interview room, put your game face on and attempt to grill your panel as much as possible. Never give them a chance to ask a question. If you put them on the hot seat, they are likely to realize that your potential lies on their payroll.
Next, never relax. If you decide that taking it down a notch after impressing the judge's, you have just failed and your exit is imminent.
Finally, have well formed manners for your exit. I have met countless people who did well on their interview, only to lose the position because they did not know how to close off their "pitch". Some of the worst candidates had the best closing statements, and guess what? They are not in this blogs target audience because they already have a job.
Think about it.

Military Crap

Colorado Springs is a great town to live in. Well, there is a but to this blog; the military drags it down. I know this is an intolerant blog, but I must preach about how the self destructive military keeps functioning on your dollar. I spent six years in the system and now that I look back, I realize how dysfunctional our military really is. I gathered all of this recently from a movie called "Standard Operating Procedure". The film goes into great length to tell the story of five soldiers who were tried and proven guilty in a military court. Their crimes were the result of higher level officers and NCO's living vicariously through the lower soldiers. I noticed that not a single person of the rank E7 or higher was charged with any crimes. How do they get away with this? The answer is simple, and I have felt the impact of it. Two years ago, I began my court trial to determine if I was able to continue duty after having a seizure. I was put in front of a group of my peers who took my testimony and weighed it against Army protocol. When the verdict came back, I was found by these twelve soldiers to be unfit and I would be required to undergo a medical board. The problem with this jury was that each of them came from a unit where they were brainwashed just like I was. They were tought that soldiers who fall behind are slackers and have no purpose in the Army. This type of environment is fostered by upper level leaders telling their subordinates that they are worthless if they cannot complete a task. These same leaders will ask soldiers if they can do a task. Can you guess what will happen if they say no? Well I will tell you. They are verbally reprimanded in front of their coworkers and friends and sometimes their families. This is absolute crap and it's why our military is so messed up.
Someone with half a brain and an understanding of this problem needs to be implemented to stop the hate. The military needs to be put in this position with no retalitation for their work against the military. Only then will soldiers who have problems get the proper care. It is only then that soldiers will receive a fair trial.

It's been a while

Wow, how the time flies by. No kidding with this week and all of the events that have unfolded. The Air France flight going down, my mother flying to visit me and the Avalanche closing out a dismal season. I often rant about random events and give no reason to follow a constructive system. Today I offer my readers the same meaningless information that I always write about. There is a difference though; I have completed a semester of classes since the last time I wrote. College has been a fun time for me and I have met some very interesting people. I am slowly opening up and learning how to trust people. It's a game, and one that I can win with perserverance and consistency. This time last year I was taking classes with my friend George, who turns out, tried to find every way out of college that he could. He made it to every class, but barely put effort into any of his assignments because he said that he knew all of the material. Three months later, we were both out of college. I was off applying to another school and George had dropped out. I hope to move past those kinds of times where I find a reason to give up. That was the worst feeling every. Even though I did intend on going to the other school, I felt so vulnerable for kind of giving up. In the end though, I worked it out and became a better writer for it. I hope that you will see my efforts in school show up here a little more.