HE’S GOING THE DISTANCE!! I love this song. When I used to work selling pest control door-to-door this was the song my buddies and I would listen to every morning on the way to work to get pumped up. Cake has to be one of the great bands of our time. Their sound is so unique. You always know when it’s a Cake song. ENJOY!
So this guy is fast. Crazy fast. Freakishly Fast. It’s amazing to watch world class athletes. If you notice at the end of this video Bolt is just gliding along at a slow pace for him, but the camera man next to him is running with everything he has just to try to catch up to bolts slow paced jog.
I used to think I was fast. That is when I was in cub scouts. We had a cub scout Olympics in our local church and I took home many of the first place awards. I came to find out later in the regional Cub Scout Olympics that my local church must have been rigged in my favor. Did I just find a bunch of metals and pick them up? If you watched how far behind I was everyone in the regional Olympics you might think there was some credibility to that idea.
It wasn’t really the fact that I lost that devastated me, it was the fact that I think I may have been dead last. A few years later with my confidence back I had forgotten about that day and must have chalked it up to a bad day. When the cutest girl in my school class asked me to join the Orem Track Club with her.
This wasn’t just a cute girl, it was Jaime Stansworth. She was clearly the most beautiful girl in the 4th grade… and we were “Going Out.” That term “Going Out” meant in Elementary School that we were an item. But it also meant that we were mostly scared to talk to each other.
So for her to invite me into joining up with the Orem track club was like the heavens had opened and light was shining on me. There was no way in the world I would say no. I went home, told my parents I wanted to join the track club and they paid the fees. (My Mom, knowing how fast I was, must have been thinking I was crazy)
My first practice was very revealing. I had my track shoes on that had the nifty spikes. I could see Jaime’s blond hair being blown in the wind. Life was good.
Jaime came up to me and said we should race. My male mind thought, I better be easy on her. I don’t want to make her look bad. We got set, and some other kid (I don’t remember any of the other kids besides Jaime.) said “On your mark, get set, GO!”
From that point on all I could see was Jaime’s back. I could see her legs moving so fast that they started to blur. In a moment it was over… well at least for her as she crossed the finish line way before I did. Then a few moments later, it was over for me.
I remember the look on her face. She didn’t have to say anything.. I could see “You are so slow” written all over her face.
My Manhood stood in the balance. I had just been beaten badly by a girl. Not just any girl, but the cutest girl in 4th grade. I could feel that whatever had possessed her to be my girlfriend up until then was quickly leaving her.
I had to do something, and quick. I said, “I think I’ll try the Shot Put”.
Unbelievable! I don’t care where you like to camp on the political spectrum this kind of stuff MUST go. No wonder we keep hearing people yell “YOU WORK FOR US” at these town hall meetings. This guy obviously believes he knows better than all the people he represents. How many other political conversations like this were not caught on video from both sides of the Isle?
I’m so tired of politicians. I think it best that we limit every political term to just one. Then we at least get to flush the toilet of America (government) more often.
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Hands smooth but working
The Opaline way you smile
shoulders soft not shirking
delicate brilliant mild
quiet mouth but noisy mind
the curves expose a tender heart
atrophy organized
color changing follicle art
feeding others before you sit
children nestled and cozy
breathing whispers through doll painted lips
A book overtakes thorn and roses
Proof Read my life and make me better
change the mistakes of grammar and sin
hold me like a puzzle complete
Never let me go.
– For My Wife Jessica 8/14/2009
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I love football. From the time I was a little kid and just couldn’t seem to get enough of it. I dreamed about being a part of plays just like this one. Heck.. My moms first cousin is Lavell Edwards. I thought just by that alone I would be a part of BYU’s football team by default.
I’m so excited about the season coming up. I really don’t know what’s worse, when the season ends, or the anticipation right now for it to begin again. I think it’s the greatest game ever invented. Basketball, Baseball, Soccer and others are great too. But for me, I want the crisp fall air. I want to hear the sound of helmets crashing. I want to see someone hit so hard that they lose track of which way is up and which way is down.
I want to tailgate. I want to yell as loud as I can at the refs. Most of all… I want the University of Utah to lose.
When they lose it’s better for everyone. When they win, bad things happen like the stock market plummets, the economy crashes, people lose their jobs, and America tilts towards socialized government health care. (As in the case this last year).
I’m ready for change. Change I can believe in. BYU needs to win this year. People need jobs. The economy needs to recover.
This guy is so funny. I mostly play the part of the stupid husband in my marriage. In truth, my wife is way smarter than I am. Also, it’s very true that we usually don’t hang out with other men to talk. In fact, we hang out so we don’t have to talk. We just want to play.
We want to turn off all cares and just enjoy. If a particular subject does come up, fine. But no need to force a conversation!
Can you please tell me what in the world this is all about? Can you believe this? I mean c’mon. This can’t be real? Unfortunately it’s not much different from the attitude of many parents today. The damage that can be done to a child when a child is left completely to themselves when making media choices.
There is a lot of wonderful things on the web, television, magazines, books etc. But just like you wouldn’t drop your 3 year old child off in the middle of a large city and then hope they don’t get hurt in anyway, please don’t leave them alone to navigate their way through the internet or other media.
Media in an of itself is a good thing. It allows us to communicate on a mass scale. However, there are people communicating things that you may not want your child to hear. And what’s worse, your child is not equipped to sift through the garbage and tell the difference. It’s been proven that the human brian is not fully mature until you reach the age of 22. Please don’t think your child can do it all on their own.
And please don’t let your babies play with venomous cobras!
I really don’t know why it’s so funny to see people fall. But.. it is. As long as they are not really hurt I’m perfectly fine with it. I’ve seen some very nice falls in my day. In fact, I’ve been the one who has fallen a more than one occasion. When I was in 6th grade I played the role of Wilbur the Pig in Charlotte’s Webb. The last seen had me running onto the stage and announcing the birth of Charlotte’s’ baby spiders.
I took two steps on the stage, then hit some water that had been spilled and before I knew it, I was on my back. I was a little embarrassed but mostly I just laughed and laughed along with the audience.
Good Times.
Sometimes I spend so much time online being an online marketer that the virtual world and the real world intermingle. However, I’ve recently found a place to go just to unplug and get away. It’s a secluded valley not far from my office that has a huge pond with water foul, horses, cows, green pastureland, and the Wasatch mountains in the background. I like to take lunch breaks here. I usually just stretch out, sit down and take in the quiet beautiful scene. It’s amazing what animals do when they think we are not watching.
The last trip to my secret thinking place had me dirt skiing down the side of the hill that leads to the pond. As I went down the hill, rodents, snakes, ducks, geese, and other birds skirmished away quickly. I then went and found the source of the water was coming from a spring just north of me.
I love this place. Lunch has become a mini-vacation from all things virtual.
