Tuesday, August 15, 2017

I just don't know anymore

I'm sitting here thinking about the world my kids are growing up in.  My daughter is in the bath singing a made up song while I sit in front of this computer and the only thing I can think of is "Thank God she is six, and I don't have to explain to her what the hell is going on in Charlottesville and what the hell is happening in our country."

I came to the following conclusion:  This is just fucking stupid.

Think about it in simple terms.  A bunch of asshats got together and decided that they were going to have a rally because someone wanted to take down a statue.  During this rally a woman lost here life and a lot of people were injured.  Sound pretty stupid when you break it down into simple terms like that right?

Unfortunately the whole mess is more complicated.  Both sides showed up looking for a fight but assigning blame is just as stupid as the KKK having a rally with Nazi wannabe fucktards.  But there are plenty of people on the left and the right who are going to make a good chunk of money writing opinion pieces that they will call fact.  They will twist the facts to fit the narrative they are being paid to push forward.  Welcome to the new world we live in.  Of course it's all our own fault.  We seek out the people who tell us what we want to hear.  We don't want to have our opinions and feelings challenged by facts and figures, or other peoples opinion and feelings.  And this is a huge part of the problem, we aren't willing to learn anymore.  We aren't willing to look out past what we are comfortable with challenge ourselves with new ideas.  Which lands us where we are now "Well I'm right and your wrong." 

I love our country, I really do.  But good God can we make it complicated for ourselves.  We have the right to peaceably assemble, that's guaranteed in the constitution.  We also have the right to free speech.  I sure as hell want those rights to remain in place because they are incredibly important.  At the same time I don't want someone randomly deciding what is acceptable speech and then telling us what we can say.

I don't agree with racists and their lot.  But I'm not willing to sit here and say that they shouldn't get the same rights to free speech that the rest of us have.  Just because their message is repugnant doesn't mean they shouldn't be able to say it.  Censorship is a rabbit hole I don't think we want to go down.

If we want this stuff gone from our society it's on us to do it.  The government doesn't have nearly the power that we have.  We don't have to shop at these peoples establishments.  We don't have to visit websites that promote their agenda, or even try to spin this shit into something that fits an agenda.  We can turn off our TV sets when the news comes on and they start reporting on this.  We have the power to make change happen.  You, me, and every other Tom, Dick, and Harry.  And we can make that change happen pretty damn fast.

Things like this all make us stand up and scream for change.  Unfortunately, far to many of us sit down far to fast.  We don't need violence to make a change. 

Monday, August 7, 2017

Busy Busy Busy

Man, have we been busy lately.  I should have written this one at least a couple of weeks ago, but we have not stopped to take a breath.  We are selling our house at the moment and we needed to get it ready, and get ourselves ready for the move.  Lots of things that had to be done, including downsizing.  It's amazing how much stuff you can accumulate over the course of eight years.  So we took a hard look at what we had vs what we needed and let go of a lot of it.

Now we are on to the next adventure.  We are going to go straight up tiny house.  Most people, including pretty much everyone in both our families, think we are crazy.  And they might be right.  But if crazy means I don't have a mortgage to pay and I get to travel and do more things with my family, well then sign my up for the looney bin.

I'm realizing that this rat race we are all in kind of sucks.  Trying to keep up with the Jonese just flat out blows.  Maybe it's just me getting older, I don't know.  The why doesn't matter nearly as much as the how.  As in how I want to live the rest of my life here on earth.  What I don't want is to wake up 15 years from now to a finally paid off mortgage, kids that are living their own life, and 10 more years of hard work to make sure I can retire at some point.  Then spend a few years living on a fixed income before I give up the ghost.  Sounds like a life plan I don't really want to be involved in.

Now, don't get me wrong, I've pretty much followed the plan laid out above for the first 44 years of my life.  But I'm starting to finally figure out what is really important.  Recently a guy I knew in high school died.  He was a couple years older than me, but still, it's hard to accept that I'm now at an age when people I know (including me if I'm being honest) can and will start passing away.  It's kind of a tough pill to swallow, but at the same time a really necessary one.

We all get stuck in out grooves and routines.  I think it's kind of human nature to get comfortable and just go with it.  I can attest to the fact that comfort somehow makes time speed up.  Before we know it twenty years have gone by and we have some good memories that we wouldn't trade.

For me I can make time slow down.  I've done it before, but it only happens when I'm on vacation and I have absolutely no one to answer to and no schedule to keep.  Those days seem to drag on forever without a care in the world.  That's the kind of life I'm shooting for, so I have to build my life around that goal.  It's only taken 44 years to get my head on straight, not bad considering some people never make it to that realization.

There is no time like the present.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Dad Knowledge

So fathers day has come and gone, and once again I'm late with my blog.  Oh well, it has been a really busy week.

I've been thinking this week about what I should be passing down to my kids.  Not material things, but what have I learned that will make their lives better.  Now I'm not talking about ordinary everyday things.  I'm pretty sure all parents go through the similar things with their kids.  Like telling my pre-teen son that he should probably shower.  Or telling my six year old girl to stop running through the house naked after a shower.

I'm talking about some of the life lessons that I've learned.  So, without further ado, here is my top five things I want my kids to know as they grow up.

1.  BE NICE.
That's right, just try to be nice.  Look, there are going to be plenty of people who are not going to like you for a variety of reasons.  It may be something you do, the way you look, or people you hang out with.  The may have a valid reason or it may be something completely stupid.  People are weird that way.  And don't kid yourself, you will be doing the same thing.  There will be people you simply don't like for no apparent reason.  But if you start out by being nice, you stand a hell of a lot better chance at making connections with people and making friends.  This won't work with everyone, but it will work with the vast majority of people you are going to meet in life.  Just remember, it is always better to make a friend that to create an enemy.

Yep.  It's going to happen.  And when it does, you'll feel like someone is ripping your guts out through your belly button.  Your going to feel all kinds of conflicting emotions from sadness to anger and frustration.  Guess what?  That's all normal and just like the rest of life, you will get through it.  But don't let it make you bitter.  Learn the lesson you are supposed to learn from it and do your best to move on.  Hanging on to those emotions will only hold you back.  Trust me, you will find that person (should you choose that route of course) your supposed to be with.  There is an old saying "It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all".  Love is a beautiful thing if you keep your heart open.

Life will throw curve balls at you.  It's not always going to be fun.  Sometimes things are going to suck, and it happens to everyone not just you.  There are a millions stories about people and terrible things that happen to them.  We are a surprisingly resilient species and you are stronger than you think.  You will make it through those tough times.  It won't be fun, but you'll come out the other end of those troubles a better person.  You also need to be strong when your life is going well.  It will be easy to sit back, relax, and coast.  Don't do this.  Find something that interests you and work at it.  Volunteer your time to a cause.  The point of life is not to coast.  Work on being someone that is easy for people to look up too.

You will have grown up in a small town, and by the time you turn 18 you will probably be chomping at the bit to get the hell out of dodge.  GOOD.  I'm proud of you for that.  But don't just go to college in a big town and then move to someplace like Denver for a job.  YOU NEED TO TRAVEL.  You need to see how the rest of the world lives.  I know that right now it seems like this is a bad plan with the state of the world.  I'm not telling you to run off to the middle east half cocked.  Do your research and be smart about it but don't let fear of the unknown hold you back.  We live in a great country, no doubt about it.  But you need to experience how the rest of the world goes about life.  They do things differently, and in a lot of cases, better than we do.  You also need to understand how good we have it here.  You'll never complain about your living conditions if you see a 4 year old little girl selling fruit to help support her family.  You need to have a curious mind and a sense of adventure.  Don't let anything take those from you.

We are your parents, and even though you piss us off on a regular basis, we love you.  We always will, it's just the way the way this gig works.  But understand something.  As you get older we become spectators in you life.  We can't make tough decisions for you.  We can't keep you out of trouble.  We will do our best to love and support you, but it is your life to live.  If something truly bad happens we will try to move heaven and earth to help you.  But in most cases you are going to have to clean up your own messes.  We'll be there for moral support, but the choices you make and the consequences that come with them will be yours to deal with.  Just remember that we (and probably lots of other people by this point) love you, and we are always rooting for you.

I promised you five so I'll quit here.  There are so many other things that I'll try to teach you before you quit listening to me completely (I think that means before the teenage years, but we'll see).  Maybe I'll do another one of these as you two grow up.

Until the next one.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Conversation with an Athiest

So I'm hanging out at church today (yes I go on occasion) and I sit down to have a chat with a lady I just met the day before.  She and my wife knew each other of course, but this was the first time I ever really talked to her.

Turns out she's a self admitted atheist.  So of course my question is "Uhhh, then why are you at a church?"  Which of course here response was "I want to know how other people of faith think and process the world around them.  The only way to do that is to talk to people of faith."  I'm paraphrasing here of course.  Our conversation lasted an hour and I don't remember exactly what she, or I for that matter, said.

The thing that struck me most was this,  she really didn't want to talk to me or tell me that she was an atheist.  After we started chatting she finally told me what was up and why she was there.  She had a particular person she liked to have discussions with there about things of faith.  That person was not available, so she got stuck with me.  I was really kind of shocked by the fact that she thought I would be judgemental about the whole thing.  Like she expected me to jump up and yell "Thou art going to HELLLLL", in my best southern preacher voice.

Now, I'm am a far cry from a bible beater.  I have my own views on religion, spirituality, and how those things get applied by us humans.  But I've never felt shamed by people for those beliefs.  But apparently she has had that happen rather regularly.

So, once again, a small conversation got me thinking about people and how we treat each other.  It seems to me that we are all getting a little militant when it comes to religion.  How often have we looked down our noses at someone because they have a different belief than we do?  Probably more often than you want to admit if you are really religious.  How often has one religion said that they were the only true religion and that heaven could only be obtained through them?  If you want to go historically on that statistic it would be damn near 100%.

What's happening with religions today just doesn't make any sense to me.  Isn't the number one rule to be kind to each other?  Love thy neighbor and such?  We sure the hell aren't doing a lot of that, at least it seems that way.  We see all kinds of news where one religion or another is doing exactly the opposite of what they are preaching.  No wonder the woman I sat and chatted with was wary of telling me.

It's easy to judge.  I'm guilty of it, I do it a lot more than I'd like to admit to.  But when we can't see the human being in front of us without a religious filter on, then something is terribly wrong.  The blame doesn't go any further than you and I as individuals.  We create this existence that we live in.

She was a cool, cool human being and we had an hour long conversation about a wide range of things.  At the end of it I was glad that we got to know each other.  My sincerest wish is that her belief, or non belief if you will, would have absolutely no affect on her interactions with others or her life.  Unfortunately this hasn't been her experience, and I can imaging it hasn't been the experience of a lot of people. 

We can always say "This is just the way things are".  But that's not good enough anymore.  Shouldn't we be trying to build the world we want to live in?

Until next time.

Monday, May 29, 2017


I've been struggling all week to come up with something to post about.  I should have had this done a few days ago at least.

What doesn't make sense is that I have a million options on this weekend for subjects to talk about.  Memorial Day.  Yep,  I could have posted about friends and family who have passed on.  Or patriotism, the military, and the U.S. of A.  But none of that seemed right, so I procrastinated.  I know, I know.  I made a commitment to twice a week, but if I have nothing worthwhile to say, then whats the point.

Then it hit me.  TIME.  I would write about time this week.  It doesn't seem like a very interesting subject on the face of it, but it doesn't get the credit it deserves.

In truth, time is the only thing we really own.  It may be a lot of time, or just a little time.  No one really knows when their internal clock is set to stop ticking.  But look around you, everyone treats it like they have an unlimited supply and they don't worry about it.  And yes, you are right, why worry about the things you have no control over.

I would argue this, we do have control over it.  We just choose not to exercise that control. 

How many of us work jobs that either don't make us feel great, or jobs that we actually hate?  I've never heard of anyone saying " I wish I could have worked just one more day." with their last breath.  I've never even heard a story of someone saying that. 

That's because it doesn't happen.  What you do hear are things like "I wish I could have spent more time with him/her before they passed."  Or how about "I wish I would have spent more time with my kids when I had the chance."  You hear that all the time.  Notice a pattern in this?  TIME.  We will never have enough of it at the end, but we will always think we have more than we need when we are in the moment of life.

I was raised in this world just like the rest of you, where time equals money.  We have bills to pay, and to do that we have to make money.  We've been sold on this whole system ever since we were kids, and it works.  Maybe not for you and I, but it works like a charm for those who benefit from our labor.  You see, we make a deal to live in this society.  That deal is this, we determine how much our time is worth in dollar bills.  Or more correctly, someone else determines how much our time is worth, and we go along with that.  Yep, that's right, your life is worth so many dollars per hour.  But we all agree to this, because we like the way we live.  It's a bargain with the devil we are willing to make.

What does this have to do with memorial day you ask?  Well, everything.  On this day we remember those who have passed on.  We remember family, friends and give thanks for those who have sacrificed themselves.  We should be grateful that we had the chance to capture those moments in time with them.  We should be reminded of how precious that commodity of time is.  Our brains should scream at us to remember what we are giving up for those material desires.

When we die we all end up the same.  You could be buried in a gold plated Cadillac, or cremated  and put into an urn like a pauper.  At that point the only thing that matters is how you spent your time on this earth.  Ask the vast majority of the world who Ghandi was and most of them will know.  Ask the same question about John D Rockefeller, and maybe one quarter of the worlds population might know that name.  The difference between the two is how they chose to spend their time here.

Just something to consider.

Until the next one.