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Whever it is found
Whoever is sharing it

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Just why would my mother kiss that man?

Recently on a certain friend's status update on a social site, he had solicited responses about the moral ramifications of the song "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"

After looking over some of the responses, I was simply destroyed to see someone claim that Mommy was really just kissing her husband and that the beloved Santa Claus was simply the father dressed up.  I had to respond to the girl name Katie that made such an outlandish proclamation.  So, after I pulled myself together and gathered the strength:

"I spent most of last night crying, thank you.  I called Mom and later I even called Dad.  They called me back again and again.  We spoke more today than in a long time. I am strong enough now to write about this...

They both have assured me that this "Katie" person is a liar...a LIAR!!! There are mean people in this world that just want to confuse or hurt people.  My parents divorced decades ago and they both love me and I get two Christmases every year.  I knew Daddy was in no way Santa Claus and I don't know why little girls like Katie have to say such things to kids like me. 

Besides, my parents lived in two different states and if Daddy was Santa Clause then how could he get to my house with Mommy so quick and then back to his?

He COULDN'T Mean Katie! That is the point!

Well, unless suddenly Daddy had a magical sleigh or someth--- 

I have to go call Mommy back. My head hurts.

In hindsight, I realize that I was drunk and possibly under the influence of more than just alcohol when writing that bit of scathing retort. 

The question originally raised is valid.  Despite the innocent and playfulness behind that song, I wonder if that songwriter was scarred for the remainder of his days with the knowledge that his mother would actually cheat with an older man that was loaded with gifts.  It is not surprising though as I see some ladies behave this way often.  But a fat stalker that has a naughty obsession?  Disturbing to some degree. But in fact, I have met enough MILF's in the past few years to lead me to make some changes.

I have been gaining weight and put together the white beard.
Now when I find the red suit. I will be in business.

Of course, I have had a few drinks tonight and yes, I AM petting my reindeer right now.
Why would you ask?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

October 13

October 13, 2003: diagnosed. October 13, 2004: released. They like to say that "Everything Happens for a Reason." I generally disagree. Our self-important lives are merely a blink of a cosmic eye. God has nothing invested in the events that happen to you but only in your character in handling the things that inevitably will happen. 3,000 deaths to a tsunami is no more or less important than one person surviving cancer. Everything happens for a reason? No, I believe that God continues to allow EVERYTHING to happen randomly and He assesses us based on the Reason that WE each decide to extract from our individual random challenges and unique life-long journeys. "There is neither good or bad, but thinking makes it so." - Shakespeare.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Think about it this way...

You got your hand to play; they got their hand to play.  Perhaps you got a crappy hand with only a nine high.  It isn't their fault if they were dealt a straight flush.  Also, it really has NOTHING to do with you in regards to what they were dealt.  Don't ask government to make it fair or suggest others apparently give back some of their high cards.  Jealousy is ugly. 

Maybe Someone or Something (bigger than all of us) WANTS you to play your hand just the way it was dealt for better rewards.  We each have our own journey and lessons to take away from our time on Earth.  Don't blame others and ask the government to take from others.  Learn to play your hand. Bluff!  Be shrewd!  Earn your victory!  Don't ask those that have the power to help you cheat.  What your endgame or payout might be is between you and your God.  What others HAVE may not seem fair.  What you DO NOT HAVE may not seem like what you deserve....but friend, deserve ain't got nothing to do with it.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Blog Overload & DJ gig at a bar

Okay here we go...
Today is the day that errbody is supposed to really get down to checking out each other's blogs.  Lookit, I can only read so much.  So the pressure is on, just as it is with me, not to suck.  But that is the thing.  You  are not writing for me.  You are writing for you.  Yes, you are wanting tons of followers so you feel the pressure to connect on some level but at the end of the day, you are writing for you.
Love it.
Embrace it.
Be it.

Let us drink up each other's blog action and throw kudos and atta boys whenever we can!

So back to me...cuz ya know, that is what it is all about!

Four questions into my fill in trivia gig the other night, the owner of the bar asked me to be the permanent host and kick their other host to the curb.  Yep, I am that good.  But it really isn't fair.  Having a history on the mic and in radio is an unfair advantage if one were to compare.  I am not that good, I am just more polished I guess.  Anyway, I needed the extra cash so that is sweet.  However, the conundrum is that they want me to stick around and actually dj the bar for the for the rest of the night.  Never to turn down the doh ray me, I said that I would.  But I have never really officially done dj duties before.  Yes playing a playlist is one thing, but I haven't full-fledged put together the music for a bar for an extended eve... Hell, I am not even sure I know what to do.  You want me to get on stage and emcee something or do a live broadcast on the radio from some business, sure I can do it.  But mixin and mashin, not so much.  Anyways, I have a friend who is gonna give me some pointers.

Now anyone that wants to help me with a playlist for this weekend... Please sound off!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

August 26

Curing leukemia in exactly one year to the day:

Moving back home to Atlanta in pursuit of my comedic and academic life:
1 wife/best friend

Enjoying this 5th Anniversary today of the bone marrow transplant which leaves me to inspire, entertain, and challenge others:

...and a little bittersweet...

Monday, August 24, 2009


Well this is interesting. So today in my Education class...cuz yeah, I am taking classes to be a teacher apparently, they want us to bring to class an artifact that represents my personal attachment to my family and/or culture. It needs to be something personal with meaning. That is interesting. Sure I could bring some random item or even go to the flea market and buy some old thing and make up a great story about it. However, that isn't how I do it. Oh no. Chris has to over-analyze everything. I really want to bring something that means something and represents my family or heritage. Luckily, my cousin Betsy shared my stress. We have a big family. We have a fairly close family. We have a widespread reach of people with ties that go through generations. What we do not have, however, are artifacts. We do not have artifacts that go back more than our grandparents. Actually, someone would really be hard-pressed to find too many items that go back to even our grandparents. What is fascinating about the entire afternoon debate is that my grandmother is actually in town visiting and in on the discussion here.

Here we are, a family that spends way too much every Christmas for most of our lives. We have had some of the most ridiculous displays of credit card fever every year since we were all children. It is even worse now that my cousins have grown up and have kids of their own. But I simply asked, "Have we ever received anything for Christmas that we kept longer than even a decade"? I don't believe so. Ain't that America! We have stuff. I am a pack rat full of meaningless memories. I moved a lot as a kid so maybe I am holding on to everything and allow everything to mean something to me. No matter, we are very disposing of our stuff. I then asked my grandmother if she were to die, heaven forbid, what things did she have that my mother or Betsy's mother would keep as a keepsake from her dad or grandparents, etc. The fact is that there is not really much. Sure she has a brooch or something from one of her aunts but it wasn't something that I believe I would keep around as a reminder of my family. It was not personal for me. Some families have lots of heirlooms. I wonder if only the rich people have lots of heirlooms. This is something. This is very American. Everything is disposable. We have little real history on a personal level. Sure my family has recipes and traditions and sentiments. But I could not think of an artifact. I will think more on this tomorrow.

Sunday, August 23, 2009


I have nothing magnificent to write. I am just setting things up for my daily writes...
Nice day in the A-T-L

Did the Fantasy Football draft this morning for the league of which I am the commissioner. It went well. It is called D-BASS. That is the name of the league and do not fool yourself into thinking that it is some sort of hip name. D-BASS simply stands for "don't be a shitty shit talker" when it comes to smack talk amongst the teams. That one is Monica's. She gets credit for that bit of HA.

So, yeah. Football is close. Cool weather soon...I especially hope that this is true since it seems now that my AC has gone bye bye on the car. I do not feel like getting it checked out or fixed. That will probably change mid-day tomorrow on or near campus.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Ken Burns regarding America's creation of our National Parks: "The first impulse was spiritual. This was the American impulse that I could find God in these places in nature better than a dogmatic devotion in a cathedral".

wow, so perfectly correct

Look for it on PBS next month...and I think PBS has an HD channel so, bonus!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Oh to begin anew!

Okay so I have this spectacular class that I am now taking at KSU. I believe we will focus (novel for me, I know) and re-boot this fledgling blog in 2009. This blog is about to get kicked up a notch or two. Nice.

Things do not always happen for a reason.
Sometimes we have to find reason in things that just happen.
Join me friends!