I hate my imagination sometimes

On Sunday morning my boss' wife had a major stroke. She woke up in the morning and tried to say that something was wrong but only a slurred moan came out of her mouth. My boss asked her to squeeze his hands. Her right hand was strong. Her left hand was not moving at all.

He called 911 and it all began.

Life changed forever for them. She is 53 (I believe) and before this, in good health. Both of them are active in their church, community, and their careers. Both are very good people who love each other very much. Both will never be the same.

When I heard this story, with my jaw hanging open in disbelief, the picture in my head was of my wife making a phone call to her work. Explaining how she was not going to be in for who knows how long. Telling her co-workers that she will keep in touch and let them know what is going on later that day. Asking everyone for their prayers and thoughts. I kept seeing myself in that hospital bed with my poor wife going through all of the crap.

I could not stop crying pretty much all day. Every time I heard the story told to a co-worker who had not heard, I would see my wife again calling all of our loved ones informing them of the incident.

I felt guilty. Who am I to think of myself when they obviously need all of my thoughts and prayers right now? I could not help it. Sometimes things that hit close to home take over your mind.

I remember back about 5 years ago when my doctor at the time told me that if I didn't quit smoking within a year that I should expect to have a stroke. I just quit this year so what damage has already been done? Who knows?

The fact is that regardless of how great I take care of myself, the odds are against me. Diabetes is most likely going to kill me and probably not in one swift blow. The thought of deteriorating scares me so much.

I am not afraid of death but I am terrified of dying.

I already feel bad about what my wife will go through someday. I want to apologize now for it while I still can. Not that I expect it to happen tomorrow or even next year. But just like what happened to my boss and his wife, you never know when something like this will happen.

Let's all live each day to the fullest because you just never know.

A Package on My Porch

I was just about to turn into my driveway when I noticed there was a package leaning up against my front door.

As soon as I got inside I hurried out to the front door to see what the heck was sent to us and who it was for. Lo and behold I see the label and it has my name on it.

Hmm...

Who would send me a package and call me G-Money??? I wonder.... OH YEAH!!!

SCOTT!!!

I forgot all about winning Scott's infamous (and kinda gnarly (just kidding)) "AUTS" contest!

He did say,

"G-Money - your prize will arrive at your place soon.
I've got the perfect gift in mind, and I'm sure you'll love it!"

Well, he was absolutely correct.

I LOVE the far side. I guess my twisted sense of humor is pretty apparent here at The B.A.D. Blog. There are some things you just cannot hide.

Scott and I always joke about being separated at birth or something. I think this is further proof that our parents have some explaining to do.

Thanks man, that was an awesome prize and a lot of fun!

Magic Monday

There is something about Monday's for me. If I am going to start any new habit or kick an old one, I have to begin on a Monday.

This Monday will be the beginning of the next phase in my path to healthiness. Starting tomorrow I will begin to eat less/healthier, exercise, and generally make some better choices each day as far as my long term health is concerned.

I have been complaining a lot recently about all of the weight I have put on and it has gotten to the point where I can hardly fit into my clothes any longer. I spent all weekend in a really bad mood (I am also fighting a cold) because I cannot button a single pair of my shorts. It is beyond disgusting. It is time now to do something about it.

So, each Monday morning I will post my amount of poundage lost if any. I am not going to post my weight since, I am too embarrassed to share that info. I think the progress is more important anyway, right?

Let's see how this goes. Stay tuned.

Do any of you have to wait until Monday's to start (or end) a habit?

The Beatis Song!

Okay, I hope this does not offend anyone because I think it is awesome and so funny!

If only I can figure out a way to get this on my Ipod!

All Apologies

I was in a very sad place the other night when I posted. I should really “sleep on it” before I decide to hit “publish.” I am sorry for posting such a downer post.

I must explain to you all that I put no real thoughts into my posts. I usually have a feeling, story, experience, or whatever and decide to share it with all of you. If I were to try and formulate a post I can guarantee that I would never ever post anything. I am very critical of myself and that is why my blog is so random sometimes.

In real life I am a pretty open guy. I am willing to talk about my life to pretty much anyone. I feel like I have nothing to hide and besides, maybe someone can learn something from one my mistakes or successes. I truly do like to help people if I can.

Last night at church Band Practice we started singing Christmas songs to prepare for the holiday services. I lead the contemporary band at church and on Christmas Eve we lead the music at the 5PM family service. While we were singing “What Child is This” I started thinking about the post below and about how much I have to be thankful and happy for especially during this time of the year. I thought about all of the nice comments and people who gave me ((hugs)) which are as awesome as real ones. It really warmed me up from the inside out.

Then I remembered that at my church we have a service called the “Blue Christmas” service. Made for people that are not in a “Holly Jolly” mood for whatever reason. It is a safe place to be a little “blue” during the holidays. That post below could have been the poster child for why this service exists. Last year me and my little sister sang and played all the music for the service. I remember thinking that it should be nice but I am probably going to be sad for all the people that will be there. It turns out that God had me there for a reason. I was crying more then anyone and felt so much better after I left. Man, a good cry is so cleansing.

That brings me to something else…

What is the deal with guys crying? I wish guys would not be so judgmental about it. It really is not a big deal and it is so cleansing on so many levels. I remember my uncle laughing at me for crying at a baptism. I don’t cry when I hurt my finger but I do cry EVERYTIME I watch The Color Purple. So, is being in touch with your feelings or emotions a weakness? Well, I would rather be a weak wimp. I am not going to cry about that! HA HA!

Oh man, I need to see a therapist! :)