GO DAWGS!
Tuesday, July 24
Death = New Life???
Three weekends ago, RRB and I traveled to North carolina to visit her grandfather in the hospital. What we thought was a routine (?) visit turned out to be a tearful goodbye. He had told her that he wanted to meet me before he “kicked off”. Little did he know that just a few short hours after we did meet… he did “kick off”. What an interesting way to meet an extended family: during one of the most intimate of times. I think I held up ok.
I really like her family. I have so much respect for them all after seeing the way that they handled the passing of a loved one. I was especially taken aback by the courage and strength of her grandmother and oldest uncle. After going through loss myself, I can assure you all that haven’t that it is not an easy undertaking. But to see the grace, dignity, and faith of this family just confirms in me what I have known for a long time.
Going back on subsequent trips and eventually to the funeral, I was able to meet and even get to know many members of her extended family. It was not the ideal circumstances in which to meet them all, but—all in all—it was OK. I felt so welcomed and loved, even as I was the outsider during a very private and personal time for them all. It made me very excited about the things that are yet to come!
I really like her family. I have so much respect for them all after seeing the way that they handled the passing of a loved one. I was especially taken aback by the courage and strength of her grandmother and oldest uncle. After going through loss myself, I can assure you all that haven’t that it is not an easy undertaking. But to see the grace, dignity, and faith of this family just confirms in me what I have known for a long time.
Going back on subsequent trips and eventually to the funeral, I was able to meet and even get to know many members of her extended family. It was not the ideal circumstances in which to meet them all, but—all in all—it was OK. I felt so welcomed and loved, even as I was the outsider during a very private and personal time for them all. It made me very excited about the things that are yet to come!
Monday, July 23
Worker’s-Compensation
I am in the midst or recovering from an on-the-job accident that I received performing a job I don’t even like. That eats it! I tried my best to slice my thumb off on a piece of sheet medal. After being stitched up, I discovered what it is like to live in pain, and it is truly miserable.
The only plus from this whole thing has been the worker’s-comp. Sure I have been in unbearable pain, but at least I am being fully compensated for it.
Worker’s-Compensation: Reason 132 why I love being an American!
The only plus from this whole thing has been the worker’s-comp. Sure I have been in unbearable pain, but at least I am being fully compensated for it.
Worker’s-Compensation: Reason 132 why I love being an American!
Vick is Slick? Vick is Quick? Nope, just a D%$&!
I live near the sleepy little town of Flowery Branch, which over the last few days (and, no doubt, many more to come) has become a media thoroughfare. We have none other than Michael Vick to blame for this. I could use this Blog to write about sports only (because I love it), but I try to give my opinions on many different topics to keep the Blog interesting. However, I believe this case transcends just sports.Mike Vick has been a polarizing figure since his arrival in Atlanta six years ago. He is the first African American quarterback in the mediocre history of the Falcon franchise. On the field, he has led the team to a conference championship game, broken the NFL record for most rushing yards by a quarterback, and (yet) consistently under achieved considering the amount of money that he makes. However, those individuals in Atlanta and around the nation that have claimed to “hate” Vick have been classified as bigots and/or racists. I will agree that Vick has not been as good as I had hoped on the field, but this has hardly justified hate. I would tend to agree that most people that have claimed to hate Vick are most likely doing so because of his race. This is wrong and is confirming the stereotype that many people have of the South. However, those that would assert now, that Vick appears to be in legitimate trouble, that those who are coming out against him are doing so solely because he is black are no less guilty or bigotry. How ridiculous to assert a conspiracy theory because he’s black! People are not out for his blood because he’s black. They are out for blood because of the brutal accusations that have been made against him. If he turns out to be totally innocent, then I will be the first one to apologize. But, I have always tried to defend Vick to the naysayers and haters. And now, frankly, I’m feeling a little betrayed. If he is guilty, then they should fry him!
Monday, July 16
Catch up...
Over the last year, I thought that I didn’t have time to properly update this Blog. I was right. According to my old standards for what it means to keep a Blog up-to-date (read: write at least every other day), I couldn’t. So I abandoned it all together. I have missed having an outlet to write some of my thoughts and share them with anyone who will read. More than that, it is nice to have a written record of my thoughts about a variety of things that I can look back at later.
I’m not sure where I’m supposed to start when it comes to getting you all up-to-date on my life over the last year, so I’ll just hit the high spots.
I am now (hopefully) a graduate of the University of Georgia
I am currently working a temp job at the Kia Motors Southeastern Parts Distribution center in Lawrenceville, Ga. I am an inventory control specialist, even though I am not a specialist at anything there.
I have very little idea what the next step in my life is. I have options, but nothing is IT. I always thought that when the right play came along that it would just hit me upside of the head and I would know it. That has not been the case. I would rather go hungry than be defined by a job that I hate.
I have been in three weddings this summer. I had been in zero prior to this summer. Three of my five best friends are now married. WEIRD! Another one is engaged and getting married next April. This leaves me and Dip as the only ones holding our ground. I am genuinely happy for my friends, but I am totally and completely sick of having to talk about all things wedding/marriage every time we get together. For some reason, me holding out on the whole anti-bachelor movement is not the cool thing to do. I don’t want to alienate anyone, but I really want to grab them by the shoulders, shake them , and tell them how tool-ish and chick-ish they sound talking about wedding stuff ALL THE TIME!!!
On the romance note, I am in a committed relationship (which could explain my lack of blogging in recent months). I’m not jumping the gun, especially on the web, but I know this is the most significant relationship I have been in to date. I am really starting to figure out what it means to love someone. But don’t worry… I am not falling into the trap spoken of in the previous paragraph.
I am back in Oakwood living with my parents. I keep telling myself that this is just for a little while until I know what my next play is, but in my heart, I know that I am too cheap to find other living arrangements until they either throw me out, I get sick of them, or the opportunity presents itself to move in with someone else.
The poet once said that you can’t go back home again… and he (or she) was right. You can go back to the same location, but it will never be the same place. I had so much fun and learned so much about myself over the last four years. However, upon returning back to the place that I spent the first 18 years of my life, I have realized that nothing is the same. I’m not the same. My friends are in a rush to grow up. I know they would never say anything, but I can’t help but think that they are looking down upon me because I am not in a rush to settle down. But that means that I have got to get some new friends. Some that are in the same place that I am. That is truly frightening. It makes me think that maybe I am in the wrong location. Maybe if the time has come to start from scratch, then I need to find a new place to do it?
I guess I thought that the laid-back life of college was just the way life is. Why can’t it be? Why do we need to create unnecessary stress? Some things are worth worrying about, but most are not.
I’m not sure where I’m supposed to start when it comes to getting you all up-to-date on my life over the last year, so I’ll just hit the high spots.
I am now (hopefully) a graduate of the University of Georgia
I am currently working a temp job at the Kia Motors Southeastern Parts Distribution center in Lawrenceville, Ga. I am an inventory control specialist, even though I am not a specialist at anything there.
I have very little idea what the next step in my life is. I have options, but nothing is IT. I always thought that when the right play came along that it would just hit me upside of the head and I would know it. That has not been the case. I would rather go hungry than be defined by a job that I hate.
I have been in three weddings this summer. I had been in zero prior to this summer. Three of my five best friends are now married. WEIRD! Another one is engaged and getting married next April. This leaves me and Dip as the only ones holding our ground. I am genuinely happy for my friends, but I am totally and completely sick of having to talk about all things wedding/marriage every time we get together. For some reason, me holding out on the whole anti-bachelor movement is not the cool thing to do. I don’t want to alienate anyone, but I really want to grab them by the shoulders, shake them , and tell them how tool-ish and chick-ish they sound talking about wedding stuff ALL THE TIME!!!
On the romance note, I am in a committed relationship (which could explain my lack of blogging in recent months). I’m not jumping the gun, especially on the web, but I know this is the most significant relationship I have been in to date. I am really starting to figure out what it means to love someone. But don’t worry… I am not falling into the trap spoken of in the previous paragraph.
I am back in Oakwood living with my parents. I keep telling myself that this is just for a little while until I know what my next play is, but in my heart, I know that I am too cheap to find other living arrangements until they either throw me out, I get sick of them, or the opportunity presents itself to move in with someone else.
The poet once said that you can’t go back home again… and he (or she) was right. You can go back to the same location, but it will never be the same place. I had so much fun and learned so much about myself over the last four years. However, upon returning back to the place that I spent the first 18 years of my life, I have realized that nothing is the same. I’m not the same. My friends are in a rush to grow up. I know they would never say anything, but I can’t help but think that they are looking down upon me because I am not in a rush to settle down. But that means that I have got to get some new friends. Some that are in the same place that I am. That is truly frightening. It makes me think that maybe I am in the wrong location. Maybe if the time has come to start from scratch, then I need to find a new place to do it?
I guess I thought that the laid-back life of college was just the way life is. Why can’t it be? Why do we need to create unnecessary stress? Some things are worth worrying about, but most are not.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
