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| 7.30.2005 |
| 25 Things I'd rather do than spend time with my wife |
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That's it. That's the whole list. And yes STAR WARS didn't even make it. There's nothing I'd rather do than to spend time with my beautiful wife of 11yrs and mother of my 2 awesome children. Today is my wife's birthday. So I decided to do a blog for her. The pic is from a cruise we went on during our time in Orlando. (courtesy of infosource-my employer at that time)
I love my wife. Now I'm not going to set here and say I haven't thought about what life would be like if I'd married "girl x" but when I do, I realize with sudden clarity that no one else 'fits' me or 'completes' me more than Jennifer. I thank God everyday for the wonderful gift he's given me. Jenn is a wonderful mother, a great friend and a loving wife. She loves me unconditionaly and supports me in all my crazy, hairbrained endeavors, and there have been many. I am a truely blessed man, because I know that everytime I wake up, she'll be there. Everytime I come home from work, she'll be there (if she gets off early, if not she'll be there about 30min after me, but you get the point) We've made a commitment to navigate the waters of this life together and I know she honors and cherishes that commitment as much as I do.
I love you Jenn. Thanks for being such a great wife and friend. Happy "28th" birthday. (wink wink)
-G. |
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| 7.28.2005 |
| There's no "I" in Frends |
For the handfull of people that read this blog (maybe that's a bit of a stretch). For the guy that reads this blog, yeah you, you know who you are. Eventually your satellite will find it's signal again and you'll be able to continue your marathon session of 'Pimp My Ride' and be saved from the babble that continues to flow through my fingers. But until then, I've added a couple of new links. Both are good friends that God has blessed me with.
Now you may be wondering..."hmm. Did he skip grammer class, fall on his head, or just possibly be a little wierd, cause there is an "I" in "Friends".' To answer your question. Yes, I'm wierd. As many would be quick to point out, but I didn't say "Friends" - I said "Frends" (pronounce - "FrrrrrEnds" roll the R with a Heavy emphasis on the Ends or just FUR-ENDS).
I wanted to do a blog about my frends, but I can't fit them all in a blog. I'll give each one there on blog as the appropriate time arises. At this time I just wanted to point out the two that I have linked to. In trying to decide a title for this entry I was thinking about what could best describe them. The old motto there's no "I" in team for some reason came into my head. I applied it to friends and realized, while figuratively that is correct, grammatically it's inaccurate. So I took it upon myself to change it. Hey, with all the crazy slang that's being spread through all the media, I figured this couldn't be as bad as most. I mean c'mon. "It's gett'n hot in H'er", "Right th'er", "Thang"...etc. Must I continue. So Frends has a good chance of catching on. Sure we all have a lot of friends, but how many of us have "Frends". The one's who stand beside you no matter what, the one's who have your back, the one's who allow you to be completely transparent and still be Frends with you...A FREND!
That's what I think about when I think of my frend Brandon (I will refer to him as B from here on out; eventually I'll have enough frends to say the alphabet) B is a good friend. We've been frends since 7th grade (that's 20yrs WOW!) There's no "I" in him at all. He has a true servant's heart. He is currently a youth minister at a local area church here. He's got a big heart for youth and it shows. God has blessed him with this great gift of connecting to the younger generation. He's very creative in his approach to reach them, (sometimes almost as creative as me) Whoops...sorry B, you know how my head gets sometimes. But seriously he's very gifted in the area of insight. He can take an ordinary moment from any given day and find a piece of God in it. It's awesome. I mean I know God is omnipresent and I know He's always here, but to vocalize it and write it as well as He can, I'm not sure I could. He makes God tangible in his devotions. B is not only a close frend and a brother, but he's also a spritual mentor to me, whether he knows it or not. His life encourages me to strive harder at maintaining my relationship with God. And it does need maintenance. Thanks B. You are a true brother, and whether you have realized it or not you have encouraged and challenged me in ways that you'll never know. Thank you. Check out his blog. It's a new blog so currently it's thin in the writing area, but visit it now and again and I'm sure you'll find fresh insight and encouragement just as I have. Now the blog is geared toward his youth and promoting interaction and discussion among them, so keep that in mind.
The next link belongs to Travis Cardwell. I met Travis trough my wife's family. He's my wife's 1st cousin's husband. So I guess that makes us Cousin-in-laws. Doesn't matter, because in the short time I've known Travis or "T" (one letter closer) we've become close. We're not able to see each other much for geographical reasons, but whenever we do, it's as if no time has passed at all, we just pick it up and go. Travis is a great guy. He too is a minister with strong convictions. You can tell that by reading just the first couple of sentences in his blog. He too, like B, has a gift of ministering and teaching. I read his blogs often and find things that help me in my walk. Keep it up "T" you're doing a great work. Let me take this opportunity to encourage you to continue on your journey to Christlikeness.
Now I know this isn't my typical blog. I'm more of a humor type person who doesn't like to get too deep or emotional, but sometimes I need to. Sometimes, I believe we need to let others know just how much we care for them and how much they mean to us. This life is short "a vapor" so take the time to encourage those around you and tell them how you feel. I look forward to sharing with all of you the many people in my life that God has blessed me with. So with that let me say...Go COWBOYS! whew. Sorry about that. I have this thing about staying too serious for too long. I have to break it up in spurts. Yeah, it's a hang up...but that's who I am...just G. And you know what? My Frends accept that and that's why they're my FRENDS!
G. |
| posted by G. @ 1:16 AM |
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| 7.20.2005 |
| 5 Monkeys |
I got this in an email from a friend of mine. I have no idea of it's origin, but I really enjoyed it. I've always been one to question the status quo, never satisfied with the patent "that's the way it's always been" answer. So I really like this illustration....that and it involves monkeys! Hey, everybody loves monkeys. Right? So take a read and remember to ask this important question every now and then-WHY?
Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all of the other monkeys with cold water.
After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result -all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, when another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it.
Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him.
After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted.
Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm!
Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked. Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.
After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana. Why not? Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been done around here. |
| posted by G. @ 8:14 PM |
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| 7.18.2005 |
| NO! I don't WANTA FANTA! |
| Yesterday, I took my wife to see Batman Begins. Which marks the second viewing for me and I'd actually like to see it one more time. It is by far the definative on Batman as well as how a comic book adaptive movie should be made. But, that aside my viewing experience was FARRRR from enjoyable. If you've been to see ANY movie in just about ANY theater in the past 4 or 5 months, you've no doubt been harassed by the nauseating "Wanta Fanta" commercial. I've never wanted to be relieved of my senses more than when I first saw this spot. I wish my brain could be numb for the first five minutes of these "commecials" that they ruthlessly play before movies now. It completely ruins the atmosphere and the antisipation of seeing a movie. Instead of anxiously and eagerly waiting for the movie to expand onto the screen, you're left feeling irratated and fuming. So when the movie starts I have to spend the first few critical minutes of the movie finding my inner peace...my happy place... instead of taking in the opening scenes which serve to transport you from your theater seat into the world that is unfolding before you on the screen. But noooo I'm too busy getting that ......that....unghhh! FANTA song out of my head. You know the media is just going on and on about war prisoner abuse...well what about this! This is an obvious attack on my senses...there is no other way around it. It's visual & audible abuse...and worse yet! I'm dropping nearly $8.oo a ticket for it. What kind of sick twisted irony is that? I can handle the little pop quiz slideshows. Those are ok. Harmless. But those commericials....PLEASE! I've almost decided to use that "Ericson/Sony - closer to you" commercial as a foreign language credit. Another couple of viewings and I'll know how to sing that ridiculas song in japanesse. Not to mention the fact that out of all the songs in the world, WHY ON EARTH would electronic engineers sing that song. I mean pah-leeze! Have people just lost all sense of reality. Umh. Well I could rant longer but there's no need to. I'm sure you get the point and if you're in anyway normal you probably agree with me...and if your a fellow 'fan boy' you're that much more closer to writing a letter to your congressman about this appalling abuse. Laters. - G |
| posted by G. @ 2:48 PM |
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| 7.11.2005 |
| I think we're out of baby powder |
I must take the time to give a big "THANK YOU!" to my daughter Haven. When I started this blog a couple of days ago, I figured I would write about the various thinks that happened in my life from time to time. Well Haven's 2 for 2 in giving me great material. Each day since I started she's done something so cute it warrents posting. I'm going to have to give her a co-writer credit.
Ok. So here's what she did this evening, just before supper. Jenn was at the table looking at a JC Penny's catalogue, Xander was beside her in the high chair eating cheerios and I was running around cleaning the kitchen. Haven was being quite. That's never good. I went to put something in the pantry and I found out why. I think I smelled it a second before I seen it. She had taken the top off of the baby powder and emptied it all over the living room. "Before we get onto her...let me take a picture!" Jenn didn't know exactly how to act to that. I was trying not to laugh while Jenn explained to her that this "was not nice." Two for two Haven. I can't wait to see what you do tomorrow. Although I don't think your mother shares my enthusiasm.
- G |
| posted by G. @ 5:33 PM |
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| Unkissable Boo Boos |
Yesterday, I was enjoying a relaxing sunday afternoon with my wife and kids. Several games of "tickle me till I can't breath" and "throw in the air daddy" were played. Along with the classic "my momma" to which I would reply..."No. Myyy Momma."
It was fun.
Xander had his bottle and went for his nap, but Haven still had plenty of energy yet to spend. Ok. So here comes the $1,000,000 moment right here. I should explain a cute habit of Haven's first. Any time she bumps into anything she has to immediately let you kiss it to make it better. "kiss it. Kiss it." she says, as she promptly extends the wounded area toward your face. This could be anything from a knee scrape to the hair that brushes into her eyes when it's not in a pony tail. I was sitting on the couch while my wife, Jenn, was stretched out on the floor. Her feet were against the front of the couch, with the rest of her stretched out away from it. I was sitting near the far end of the couch watching Haven "goose" her mother. She would put her hands on her chest and neck and make a noise like...."gi...gi...gi" To which Jenn would then pretend to be all ticklish. It was fun.
Then, during one of her tickle attacks Haven lost her balance and fell quickly backwards onto an awkardlly shaped toy. Don't worry...those pampers can absorb a lot of impact. As she pulled herself up from her no doubt awkard fall she was rubbing her backside and started to turn away from her mother. I knew instantly what was coming and just about fell of the couch from laughing at just the thought of it. Jenn stared at me slightly confused at what I found so funny, until the moment she realized Haven's pampers were right in her face. I mean a hair's breath away. "kiss it. Kiss it." Oh how I wish I would've been recording that. I could've went right to AFV and said "Give me my $10,000 dollars cause this is the winner!" At this point Jenn and I both were crying from laughing so hard. Poor Haven, all she wanted was a kiss to make her boo boo better was recieving nothing but uncontrolled laughing. After several more attempts (constantly putting her diapered bottom closer to her mother's face) "kiss momma" she gave up and started to cry. I don't know what's worse. Watching your daughter trying to get her mom to kiss her bruised backside or having to explain to your daughter that that's not a kissable zone. "If your boo boo's on your bum bum (that's what she call's her backside) we can't kiss it." Especially if your diaber hasn't been recently changed....whew.
- G |
| posted by G. @ 10:07 AM |
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| 7.08.2005 |
| Life on Yavin IV |
"Well, Simply put...I'm a Star Wars fan with an obsessive compulsive desire to make pointless referrences to that fact." -G.
Great, my first blog and I'm already quoting myself. I Got a bad feeling about this. Argh! Must...stop... making Star Wars references...must Stay on target...Stay on target. Oh forget it.
Why am I blogging? ...Why not. I'm a generous person, I thought I'd share my reality with the waiting masses. I'm looking forward to sharing my writings with my fellow bloggers both near and far, far away. Some will laugh, some will cry, some will question my sanity and some may actually understand some of it.
What would life be like on Yavin IV? Well for starters I am in no way, shape or form an outdoors person and the only views we get of Yavin is of the great forrest, so I'd probably be in one of those huge stone temples for the most part. I'd be an x-wing pilot but I'm probably too short...no wait...that's for a storm trooper. Ok, I'd be a pilot.
Well back to reality, my life is far from dull. With work, kids, wife, friends...movie releases...MOVIES. OH MAN! What are these studio desk Jockies thinking? $$$$ ok so appealing to the lowest common denominator to make sure you squeeze everthing you can from the cow you call a movie is a way to assure you make your money back, but come on. I for one feel that the audience is much smarter than the previous years. Thanks to the super information highway. You'd think after the success of well written, character driven comic-based movies like SpiderMan, X-men and the latest Batman Begins...(that is the way Batman was meant to be made) that the studios would understand that you need a good script, a director who respects the material and talented actors to make a great movie. Not a bunch of cheezy catch phrases, mediocre effects, pointless action, weak plots, weaker characters and anotomically correct batsuits. But Noooo. CATWOMAN. HULK. ELEKTRA. The LAST 3 BATMAN films. I haven't seen Fantastic 4 yet, but I'm not getting my hopes up and oh please don't let X3 join the list.
Sorry, I ramble. But that's I what I do. Please be patient...if my thought train derails, another will arrive momentarily. At the moment I am trying to start my own small business. Doing multimedia & DVD authoring. It's hard. I have a full time job, 2 kids in diapers, and a wife I like to spend time with so it's hard to get time to do side work. Eventually I'll take the plunge and work for myself...eventually. Until then I'll just keep buying gear. Currently I'm working with a Mac G4 powerbook. What would life be without Mac? Now there's a question I don't want to answer. Oh the horror of a world completely corrupted by windows operating system. Macs are just better. For one Macs have style. The design of these machines are breathtaking and they're work horses as well. Why do you think most media places use Mac exclusively. Sure average Joe may use windows, but when it comes to greating the next blockbuster media...it's Mac all the way. Try watching a tv show without seeing a Mac in the scene. I love how they always try to cover it up by putting a post-stick over the apple logo. Classic. I am true Cowboys fan! Sure they may not have had the best couple...2...3 years, but we're working on it. The cowboy banwagon got a lot roomier a few years ago. Bunch of fair weather, fickle fans. It's Cowboys or no one. That's a trait that I have - Loyalty. I value it. I respect it.
ok, that was a nice moment. Well I need to get some sleep and commune with my subconscious in a volley of wierd and pointless dreams I'm sure to forget in the morning. But what parts I do remember I'll be sure to share. See, aren't you glad you found this place. Your head is expanding from the wealth of knowledge that you've obtained from just this post alone and there's soooo much more to come.
Laters - G. |
| posted by G. @ 9:14 PM |
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Name: G.
Home: Arkansas, United States
About Me: I have a beautiful wife, Jennifer, who has blessed me with two children. Haven Dawn & Xander Thomas. I'm a Producer/Editor for UAMS (Univ. of Arkansas for Medical Sciences). Go Cowboys!
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