Life is like …

It’s a game I like to play regularly. Figuring out new analogies to give life. The most famous one of course, given compliments to Forest Gump, is “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your going to get.” Although thoughtful, I have to disagree completely. Chocolate is edible, and any chocolate that goes into a box of chocolates that one would actually buy is good for human consumption. Needless to say, some days if turned into chocolate wouldn’t be fit for human consumption, not even worthy for your worst enemy.

Luckily for me life has given me a box full of white chocolate. My favorite! In times like these, I’m ok with the chocolate analogy. However, there will be a day when this chocolate analogy will no longer be complete, and I figure that day is steadily approaching.

For me recently, it’s been the game Red Light, Green Light. Running as far and as fast as you can, then without warning, Red Light. Slamming on the brakes, unable to stop ….

After much debate with myself(yes, I can debate with myself) I’ve determined that my life will no longer consist of Red Lights. I’m tired of stopping, I’m tired waiting, I just want to get where I want and need to be. There is nothing, absolutely nothing that can stop me.

No more red lights in this traffic jam we call life. Only detours. Detours that allow me to have the foot on the accelerator the entire time and while I’m at it, I may even rip out my rear view mirror. No need to look back.

So as my box full of white chocolate empties, a new analogy will fill it’s place. Green Light and as the new year steadily approaches.

Game On.

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These last four days for me have been very therapeutic. I’ve been sleeping soundly, I’ve been working out and I even got the chance to get back on my bike yesterday which is always a great form of therapy for me. I’ve snapped a ton of photos, most of which made me smile as I watched a couple of geese and ducks take food from my hand, and pose for a few photographs of mine. Both couples that came up to me were very sweet to me.

I also started Phase 1. Phase 1 of what you ask? I’m learning how to cook! Ok, not really, but I’m going to start to cook more because I find it to be relaxing and who doesn’t like food? My first concoction was that of banana bread. I was just craving it, so what do you know, I went out and bought a couple mixes of it. It turned out really well, and I felt very accomplished after doing so. However, it was pretty expensive. I had to buy all the grease, pot holders, pots, pans, spoons, measuring cups ect … totaling about 40$ worth of materials to create the bread. Well worth it though. I’m not sure what Phase 2 involves but I have a feeling it’ll involve a cookbook at least.

It was funny because I picked up the bread batter first, and then read the instructions. “Mix 2 eggs, 1 cup of milk into a large bowl …”. Ok, I need a mixer, eggs, milk, measuring cups and a large bowl. “Mix about 75 strokes, then empty into a bread pan.” Ok, I need something to empty it, and a bread pan. Check. “Place in oven until center is cooked(use a toothpick or sharp knife to determine this).” Ok, I need an oven, whew! Already have one … and toothpicks. Easy enough …

Oh, and I had to have some hot coco. Yummy.

Anyways, that was my cooking adventure. I’ve just been relaxing not doing much the past few weeks which is very good for the soul. Anytime you can say, “Fuck it, I’m going to watch movies all day today and it doesn’t matter”. It’s a good sign.

I have a little shindig to go to tonight for a New Years Eve celebration. They told me to bring clothes and I can sleep on the couch, no need in traveling tonight. I may just do that … but if they pass out before the new year rings in, I may hop on the lightrail and go downtown to watch the fireworks.

Maybe kiss a random stranger or two to bring in the new years. Who knows …

Hopefully everybody is doing well. I seem to be

-theMayor

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18 hours in less than 5 days spent in a car is enough to make anybody, let alone if your sick as a dog to begin with, puke. I’m not sure what it is about home that makes me so sick, but every time I visit  something happens. Whether it be simple cough or a headache, or days spent praying,near, around, or on the porcelain god. I don’t know what it is, but whatever it is, I blame it on Texas.

I HATE TEXAS.

There, I said it. I got out a few times at dusk to take a photo or two on my drive to and from, and you could see the curvature of the earth start to drop off. Flat, brown and deserted. 3 words that define Texas. Unless of course your living where my sister is, then the three words would be: it’s humid, humid, humid and hotter than the devils armpit. Ok, so that’s 4 not including the armpit. Ok, so that’s 5 words. Fair enough.

Thankfully though, the Holidays for me are a special time given it’s the time my family congregates, eats, catches up on each other’s lives that we’ve missed out on the previous months/year, and furthermore a time for hugs and kisses and who can forget the infamous Max tongue baths?(aka my alarm clock). It’s also a special time for me because I’m surrounded by people who truly know me, who understand and love me. I don’t think there is anybody really in Denver like that for me, so it’s nice to be re-united with them. Even if it’s only for a few days.

And here we are. Just a few days away from the beginning of a new year. With such a rollercoaster that I’ve experienced this year, it’s coming is a relief. Although this year has had plenty of crappy moments in it, it’s a chapter in my life that I’d be ok with putting in my book. It was funny because on my ride home I devised two lists. A good list and a bad list. Everything on the good list ends up on the bad list and vise versa. It was pretty funny. I figured I’d blog it, because I did lose the list and who knows if I’ll ever need to remember it.

You know, in case I’m ever hit in the head and lose my memory or something.

The Good.

• Spending my saved money on a wedding ring to upgrade my computer
• Living alone
• In my career field
• Financial Stability
• Trip to Houston
• Finally being able to see all the professional sporting teams here in Denver
• Rockies made it to the World Series
• I know the difference between a good cigar and a bad cigar
• R.E.M Sleep Disorder cured … sortof
• I’ve been happy

The Bad.

• The reason I had to spend my saved money on a wedding ring to upgrade my computer.
• I now live in the ghetto, ALONE
• Rockies got SWEPT in the World Series
• Smoking a cigar is considered smoking. I’m a smoker.
• I had to give up Diet Coke(provokes Sleep Disorder).
• I’ve gained a TON of weight.
• Still not content. The gap between more and enough never closes.
• I’ve been depressed

The Good outweighs the bad 10:1 easily, however I can honestly say that for the year ’07 there are a ton of stones left unturned, goals yet to be obtained, and daemons yet to be wrestled with.

In time I imagine.

In the meantime. Bring on ’08.

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I was talking to one of my good friends on IM today, and we were talking about the previous days events. I had dropped off some gifts for he and his family and he was on the way out to his sons birthday party. Me and his wife got to talking  and somehow discussed the pool party and how he had an “issue” with swimming, of course the issue being that he couldn’t.

I didn’t think anything about it and it came out today in that I would exchange swimming lessons for manual transmission driving lessons.  At first he quickly asked how I found out about it, and then downplayed it and then later dismissed it. I didn’t think twice about it, but later realized for whatever reason he didn’t want to talk about it or bring it up.

Now, I have no idea why he down played it. Heck, I don’t even know IF he downplayed it but regardless, it got me thinking how many important figures in my life and so many more people that I know have downplayed their insecurities, dismissed the possibilities that they weren’t perfect. My father was the king of this at times. I remember when I was a kid I’d ask him if he was afraid of anybody or anything and he’d say “Yea, I’ll whip the ass of any of your friends dad”, which of course made me giggle when I got into the “My dad will beat up your dad” argument with my best bud, whose dad happened to be Hulk Hogan’esk.

Fortunately for my father, me and my buddies knew we were just joking with each other and Hulk Hogan never randomly showed up to confront my pops.

I try my hardest to admit my faults up front but when I feel somebody looks up to me, or in some small fashion is impressed with what I have going in my life, I too try to down play my faults, or avoid them completely.  “Pfff  …  of course I’m not lonley, of course I’m the smartest guy on the planet, of course  nothing worries me when I lay my head on my pillow each night, of course my life is perfect and yes, absolutely, without a doubt my father can beat up your father”.

Of course, I’d be lying through my teeth.  I’m one of the loneliest souls you’ll ever meet. I go to bed each night with a thousand thoughts in my head and a heavy heart, and some nights I stare at the ceiling wondering if I’ll ever have anybody to stare at the ceiling with me. I worry that one day I won’t be able to support myself financially for whatever reason. I worry that I will wake up one morning and find myself living in a podunk town with a miserable job with no sense of accomplishments. I fear that I will be at heavens gates when my time is up, with so many stones unturned here on earth. I worry all the time.  I fear all the time. I’m no way perfect, nor do I claim to be.

I just have to keep remembering that nobody is perfect, or fault free. Everybody has their insecurities, or feelings and emotions that could drop one to his/her knees. Everybody. Nobody is immune to it.

Even SuperMan has his Kryptonite.

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As I sat on the lightrail today with my music blasting, I wondered what cheese awaits for me at the end of this maze we call life. Will it be Monterey Jack? or my favorite Parmesan?  Oh! The excitement. I’m anxious to find out what it’ll be, not that I’m excited for my maze to finish … but at this point it’s all about the cheese and I’m hungry dammit.

Yes. I’m hungry, but not for my cheese just yet.

I’m hungry for excitement and adventure. Or maybe just a nice relaxing weekend curled up on my couch watching movies?

Either or. I’m not picky. If you feel the same, give me a call before coming over, I’ll franticly clean up my apartment and when you walk in, I’ll be sweating profusely and apologies that my apartment is a wreck. When in actuality it’s the nicest it’s looked in weeks. Then we can commence the movie watching all weekend.

Yes, it will be an exciting, adventurous weekend.

Now where is my cheese?

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