I support disease, cancer, and crazy.

Place: Pat's house.
Time: 6:30-7ish pm, December 25, 2009.
Players: Tom, Katie, Eli, Jill

Event: We were watching the Chargers hammer the Titans, me making wise cracks about the Chargers letting Chris Johnson set the single season rushing record by not tackling him, Jill and Katie rolling their eyes, and Eli (Charger honk) getting used to my well-oiled shit talking machine.

We started talking about types of racism and discrimination that is present today.  Someone's grandma referring to "the blacks" at Christmas dinner.  Someone using a blanket statement to describe Muslims or Mormons.  You know, the whole "all Muslims are terrorists and all Mormons practice polygamy..." type of statements.  My take on it is every group has outliers that don't represent the values of the majority of population of the group.  Every group has come crazy ones.  And I don't mean the cute crazy...like me wearing every thing I own that has a Browns logo and dressing the dog up in hopes of that helping the team win. 

I mean real irrational craziness.

Which led to my new way of explaining this:  Crazy doesn't discriminate.  It's true.  Crazy doesn't racially profile people, it will take anybody.  White, black, brown, you name the color, nationality, religion, age, wealth and there is a few crazys in each group. 

A local example, on the campus of Boise State University about two weeks ago, fliers were found that were racist and basically horrible.  Does that paint an accurate picture of what Boise State and its students stand for?  I don't believe so, but there are some crazy ones.

Anyway, cancer and disease don't discriminate, either...they will be more than happy to kill anyone...okay breast and testicular cancer are a little more choosy, but cancer in general is not...so in this way...

We should all try to be a little more like cancer, disease, and crazy. 

I'm out.

New Year's Resolusmas List

After being asked a million times (twice) what I wanted for Christmas and seeing how many bloggers were cranking out New Year's resolutions, I decided to make a New Year's Resolusmas List.

1. Get my shit together in 2010.  This includes, but is not limited to:
1. Creating a family budget.  And I mean a good one.  We are talking cash forecasting for the year and savings goals.  I am a nerdo accountant, it was only a matter of time before I started depreciating my furniture.
2. Invest in and track a stock for the hell of it.  Something cheap...we'll see what happens.  This is the way Warren Buffet started, you know.
3. Be better at family, specifically the family members that don't receive a slap on the ass from me every morning.
4. No B's in the final semester of my MBA.  All A's, period...A-'s are accepted here, also.
   
2. A Fiesta Bowl victory for my Boise State Broncos.  I realize that we are touchdown underdogs, and TCU probably belongs in the National Championship, but I'm orange and blue..
3. Drink less booze, but more Scrumpy Jack.  Scrumpy Jack is a delightful cider that Katie and I enjoyed in England last January.  I know, less booze, then more booze...here is an illustration.  This year I drank 567 alcoholic beverages, and 10 Scrumpy Jacks.  2010's numbers will be 565 alcoholic beverages, and 39 Scrumpy Jacks.
4. I would like to keep having a job, cuz times is rough.
5. I would like for local jewelry stores to stop advertising "Romantic and Economic stimulus plans".  Number one, jewelry is not romantic, it is showing someone your feelings in terms of dollars.  Dollars are not romantic.  Number two, for every person that can actually afford to buy his or her significant other jewelry, there are three that buy it on credit.  If you can't pay for it with cash, you can't afford it.  I hate you, jewelry store commercials.
6. I want to run the Race to Robie Creek again this year.  Toughest half marathon in the NW.  Kicked my ass in 2008, is gonna kick my ass in 2010.
7. I want Katie and I to take our lazy asses to the A Mind's Eye, and get our wedding ring tattoos already.  Seriously...
   
8. Finally, I want world peace.  It sounds cheesy, but I am pretty tired of death counts, stories of cops getting iced in coffee shops, and uncovering mass graves in people's backyards.  Find a hobby...puzzles are nice...and peaceful.

That is all.  I'm out like a boner in sweatpants.

PS.  A full length Drake album would be outstanding, also.

Now I'm done.

Dear Winter,

I'm sorry this had to happen this way, but I can't live like this anymore.  I am so filled with emotion right now.  We have been together for so long, but this is just not how I envisioned our life together.  Relationships are a two-way street: give and take.
You have given me so many good times: bombing down hills on a piece of thin plastic, building snowmen, Saturday mornings after a fresh snow, you making the garage cold enough to keep beer cold.  I will cherish those times forever.

This is so hard because you take, you take my will - When you are around me, my life is filled with darkness.  I go to work, its dark.  I get home from work, its dark.  I spend each day putting layer after layer on to shield myself from you.  I can feel you right now grabbing my uncovered hands, slowly sucking out the warmth as I write this.  Your unrelenting cold chills me to the core, and I can't live like this.

I'm leaving you.  I don't know where I'll go - but it will be someplace nice and warm, where I will be accepted as the flip-flop wearer that I am.  Yes.  Someplace warm...maybe Glendale.

I hope you have a wonderful life and that you find someone that makes you happy.

Tom