One of My Guys

So yesterday I ran across the blog from one of the guys I coach on Wednesdays.

He had been sick and injured for a good part of the season after I was brought in as coach, okay, so I got to coach him for one day and since that was the day he got hurt I know at least he had potential because he made the point as he hurt his ankle. The boy has heart.

Well, anyway, I ran across his blog, he says there is more than one, but this is his poetry blog and I liked it alot so I thought I would share the link and one of the poems I liked alot.


http://jvlbaritone.blogspot.com


Fat



Bubbling, boiling, rolling,
Shuddering, blubbering,
Jiggling, dangling, gelatinous,
Poochy, bouncy, globbulous,
Pliant, bulbuous, lumpy,
Soft, squishy, unctuous,
Greasy, slimy, blimpy,
Beefy, husky, meaty.

It goes on and on.

The mind of someone fat.
These words, and the power
They have over you.
The lack of control to stop it.

People say "just stop."
I want to punch those people
In the face.
Who the fuck do they think
They are?
Skinny little shits.

You don't know, unless you've
Been there.

So, how do I end this?

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.




Go check it out and I hope you like it tool. Drop him a note, he is single, cute and tattooed.

Feeling Up and Down.

I love my friends.

They have been mostly all I have needed since I moved to NYC.

There has been relationships, but obviously none of them worked, and I think I knew that to start out with.

Now, with the one I love so far away, seeing my frieneds is great but I do feel alone.

Funny, how just a memory of his eyes/smile/ears/mouth, or better yet a picture, can make your heart swell and your stomach drop.

Just waiting to get on that plane to his city or waiting at the airport for him to return to you.

I would gladly make that trip as many times a week or month as need be.

Love Actually Is All Around.

Days of My Life

Eating a bagel, having coffee in the mid afternoon trying to work on my handheld Toshiba e740 Pocket PC. Luckily this was bought with the intention of using it for airport and inflight emails and blogging. So at least I am able to do some work.

But I do think I need to upgrade to the new Blackberry. Then I can email, call, chat, the works all without having to have two or at most three electronic items on my table as I work.

Glad I was sitting around cause I got to talk to the man for about 10 minutes on his way to lunch with his friend Rudy, I could be wrong on the name but I am pretty sure I got it right.

Now the rest of the day consists of trying to get my whole email list onto this damn little thing, hard to import onto this. Then still trying to find a way to get my gmail, since this pocket pc doesn't allow me to select the ports that the pop/smtp go in and out of. My problem. But I have found mail2pda.com which goes in and lets me see/write/send emails from any email address I have. Thank God.

But all-in-all I know my day isnothing compared to the day the events going on in Florida this morning. Continued in next entry.

Where do you want to be buried?

Okay, so I was never really clear on who I would side with in the Terri Schiavo events of the 15 years or so, even though the general public has only jumped on the bandwagon in the past couple of months. I heard about this story years ago, not sure why.

Now that Terri is gone there is still a fight of possession going on. And in this case I fully support the family.

Michael Schiavo plans to cremate his "wife" and have her buried in Pennsylvania. Now maybe I missed something but what is in Pennsylvania.

Bob and Mary Schindler wish to bury their daughter in Florida, which is where the husband and her family both live.

Now that Michael, and Terri supposedly, got their wishes would it be that bad or that hard for him to bend a little and give the parents one last wish of being able to be at least close to their daughter in death.

Am I wrong on this one? I kept quiet on the feeding tube and so forth because I have no idea whose wishes were really being granted.

Oh yeah, one last thing, Gay or Straight, get your ass to a lawyer and get yourselves some living wills.

Since this media frenzy started they are the new hot item on the spring/summer accessory list.

Not only will this simple piece of paper state your wishes it will also protect your loved ones from having to go through the pain that this family had to endure.

Boo-Hoo

So last night my honey told me I need to get a new computer since my current laptop is too big to fit into the Columbia laptop/messenger bag I just purchased.

Three hours later my computer system died. No clue it was coming. The is not a light to it. So I guess it is the electrical system, because not even the charging/ac light shows up.

Yes, I will admit I am hard on computers but I think my man sabotaged the computer so I would move to the APPLE world that he lives in. Kidding, but the timing sucked. But at least we had finished our long distance nightly talk before the system fried itself.

I take that as a good omen of things to come.

What is up with the Easter Bunny anyway?

Wishing you all a better day than this bunny....or for some of you as good a time as this bunny is having.

I have the 8th World Wonder, not how it sounds.

Woke up early this morning, made my coffee like I always do.
Then it hit me from nowhere, everything I feel about me and you.
The way you kiss me crazy, baby you're so amazing.

Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The waters rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the 8th world wonder.

I guess that I'm just falling deeper into something I've never known.
But the way that I'm feeling, makes me realize that it can't be wrong.

You're love's like a summer rain, washing my doubts away.

Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The waters rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the 8th world wonder.

It's only been a week, but it's coming over me.
It's making me believe that you're the one for me.

Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The waters rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the 8th world wonder.



(Thanks Kimberly Locke for writing this so I didn't have to)