Monthly Archives: January 2015

Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth

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Mike Tyson once said – “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.” Tom Brady with his smug grin and Bill Belichick with his dismissive attitude both scream we’re better than you. They are arrogant beyond belief and feel they are above the law that is until they are punched in the mouth. The New York Giants proved that not once but twice when their defense stood up to pretty boy Brady and the Patriots and punched them in the mouth. This Sunday the New England Patriots will arrive at kickoff full of arrogance and with a plan. The Seattle Seahawks will punch them in the mouth. Seattle 27 New England 10.image

Best friends come in all shapes and sizes

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imageIn life I’ve been blessed with family and friends who have always been there for me in good times and in bad. One of those friends is a little different from the rest. I’ve know him for 8 years he’s my roommate and one of my best buddies. He’s a big guy but not fat by any means he’s all muscle. He struts around in his brown fur coat all the time. Because of his size and his brown fur coat everyone calls Chewbacca, you know the giant brown wookie from Star Wars. One of the best things about Chewbacca or Chewy for short is that he has never judged me. Now he also has never offered me words of wisdom yet despite his silence I know he cares about me and that he will always be there for me. Chewy is an orange tabby,

All my life I thought of myself as a Dog person but 8 years ago I adopted Chewy and in those 8 years my life has gone through huge emotional swings. I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been, the saddest I’ve ever been and all emotions in between. One thing however remained constant whenever I’ve had a tough day he always seems to know, he’ll pops up next to me and though he can’t talk it’s pretty clear what he’s saying. Hey Carl tough day? Want to talk about it? I mean I can’t answer you or offer you advise but as you know I’m a great listener. But before we begin as always full disclosure when we’re done here you’ve got to put pull it Together for a couple of minutes and fill my food and water dish. I mean those things not going to fill itself.

Animals are cool like that, they don’t judge and they’re always there for you. You should never under estimate how important they are in your life. Here’s to you Chewbacca my cool cat friend your dish is filled.

Who gets the couch?

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It was just her and me again on a beautiful summer Saturday like so many we had shared before, but on this Saturday, that familiar look in her eyes was gone. That look that greeted me on so many mornings and said good night on so many evenings. That look that said I was her man, her hero, and she loved me. That look that I thought would always be mine now was replaced with rage. Her voice, the same one that used to say I love you, was now spewing anger and venom in my direction. To be clear, I was no angel in this encounter; my words back at her were filled with just as much hate and anger as hers. And what had brought us to this ugly place? What was this argument, our last argument, about? A couch, a stupid couch, who gets to keep the stupid couch? There I was standing in front of and yelling about a stupid couch to the woman who all I ever wanted to do from the moment I first saw her was take her in my arms, hold her tight, look into her eyes and tell her I loved her. Looking back, it’s pretty clear now what that Saturday afternoon was all about for me; I won’t pretend to say what it was about for her, and it wasn’t about a couch. It was about us, and my words of anger that day were, in reality, cries of desperation.

Desperation to hold on to something I loved. Desperation not to see it come to an end. We were something I had put everything emotionally into; she wasn’t just some chick I had hooked up with. She was the woman I pushed all my chips to the center of the table and went all-in on. She was the woman I unequivocally surrendered my heart to. She was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Together we were what no one could tell me wasn’t meant to be. Then it all fell apart, and everything I had imagined, the happily ever after, was no more. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t true, but the look in her eyes said to me that it was. In the end, love is crazy like that; it can still hold your heart even when the only thing left is to decide who gets to keep the couch.