why did the raccoon cross the road?

For those of you who know me, know what took place this Friday and I must say it was a great time. I hope to look forward to more posts with post-day enjoyment with good company. However, a grind my gears moment in true fashion is referenced to my title for this post. The answer: to make me feel guilty for killing something and to bless my tires with brain matter. Thanks raccoon, why don't they realize that cars are little faster and bigger than they are? Very irritating to hold the death of a creature on you because of course unintentional killing is so unexpected that you feel that you should feel complete sorrow but you don't want to at the time because you're enjoying the moment. It's almost as if the event requires you to be somber when you don't want to. So for raccoons reading this piece, please stay of the road and stick to raiding garbage cans. I can't take this irrational guilt any longer.

I have to be completely honest. There is a mistress that I slave for. I can't live without her from one moment to the next. At night she lays beside giving me comfort and courage to face the next day. I take her almost everywhere and where I don't take her, I talk only about her and all she does for me. This mystery woman's name: Apple Ipod, or AI as I like to call her. Today, she broke my heart. She managed to go beserk on me and then inform me that the relationship we had before where I was able to enjoy her music had ceased. At the moment, I'm rescued by a loaner from the OT office from champus and I'm enduring the long process of putting my 3000 songs on it. Ooooh, fun. I think I'm addicted to this thing.... aww well, gotta be addicted to the somethin'. It's the American way. Peace and blessings....


P.S. For the remote possibility that someone is reading this, I had to add something to see if anyone relates. Is there a better thing to wake up to in the morning than gentle rumble of thunder? I'm a big fan of thunderstorms anyway, but if it's in the morning, it's almost as if the sound reminds you that you're in a soft warm bed and that outside the elements are doing their thing....just something comforting in that. Just for anyone that can relate. Now for real P & B....

growing up into a kid

Ladies and gents, I hope this blog finds you well. Today was a reminiscing day. To reflect on how experience, or rather learning from experiences really does give you wisdom. About a month ago, I had read some old journals from back in undergrad from about 8-10 years ago. Crap, I just showed my age. Anywho, it was interesting to realize that I've done some growing. Mentality of the 19 year old me was very different from now. Was anyone else girl crazy at that time? I sure was. The biggest thing that changed for me, sounds cliche, but here it is: see through the eyes of the next man or woman. This becomes easier with experience. Leads me to my grind my gears statement for the day. People who can't connect pain of being mistreated by others to the same pain they inflict on others. How people can't connect those is beyond me. It tooke a while, but I figured it out. Everytime I screwed someone else in the past, came back on me tenfold. Probably make little difference now, but to all those in high school/college that I hurt in some way, my deepest apologies and know that it came back on me afterward within the past four years. But I came out a better man. I just finished my job of working with kids for the past three weeks and you learn so much by watching them. I saw pain inflicted by kids who had felt it themselves whether by other kids or in their home life. But the breath of fresh air came in those children who showed the genuine kindness and reminded me of that song by Earth Wind and Fire: "a child is born with a heart of gold, but they way of the world, makes his heart grow cold." My heart had been cold a while, but it's thawing and pray that those kids with genuine golden hearts never lose that. This world is weary enough with pain, we need those who seek to lift others up. Peace, love and blessings of Elohim for you and yours....