Just a Thought....Shoes.

Just a Thought...Shoes. I had saved this story a while back and now have the opportunity to tell you about it. First things first, it is never a good idea to get dressed in the dark. Let me explain why? This one particular morning when I was getting dressed to go to work. I didn't want to disturb my wife by turning on the bright lights to get dressed. She usually doesn't sleep well and when she does I hate waking her. So trying to be as quiet as a church mouse. I grabbed my shoes and went to the living room. Sat down on the couch in the dark. I put on my shoes and headed out the door. I hopped in the car and drove to work as normal. Work starts early so it is usually dark outside. I got in and out of the warehouse and tore ass out on my morning route. I finished all of my early stops and stopped for a cup of coffee. While fishing in my pocket for change to pay for my beverage. I looked down at my feet and low and behold, there it was staring me in the face. I had two different black shoes on. How did I not know I had different shoes on. I have the same exact type of comfort insole so I couldn't tell the difference. It reminds of a line in the movie Shawshank Redemption. Morgan Freeman's character Red is explaining the escape of the main protagonist Andy Dufrense. Spoiler alert...so if you have been hiding under a rock and have never seen this movie..you really need to take a look. So he steals the warden's shoes by wearing them back to his cell when he is being escorted by the guards. The line Red says is "How often do you look at a man's shoes?" I now totally agree with him when it comes to how often men look at each other the way women do. Had I worked with any females, it would have taken them a nantenth of a second to spot my wardrobe faux paw. I made it through the whole day without anyone calling me out. I felt like such a dork. I told my wife about it and she couldn't believe that no one noticed. So now I at least go in my restroom and turn the light on to see if I am wearing matching shoes. I just could believe that I didn't notice. Have any of you ever had something like this happen? I would love to hear any stories about wardrobe malfunctions. Anyways...I gotta get to writing for the night so until tomorrow this was....just a thought.

Just a Thought...Down But Not Out.

Just a Thought.....Down but not out. Last week I was so pumped to be back writing my blog. I had taken some much needed time off to work on other projects and just clear my head. It was great and I came back feeling better and ready to attack. Then just like that, fate knew I was feeling too good. Wham! It hits me with a cold. It sucked feeling like crap the last couple of days. The effects of feeling lethargic, no energy and was always tired did not bode well. It doesn't help when you work seven days a week. Taking the time to rest just isn't in the cards for me. I wanted to write but when I would sit down and stare at the screen. I would find myself nodding off. Sitting at my desk with a blanket over my shoulders and just felt so unlike myself. Even when I don't want to write, I make a habit to at least try. I couldn't even do that. I hate nothing more than getting sick. It is the easiest way to throw a monkey wrench into your routine. Loathe is an understatement when I say the worst thing in the world in my mind is getting sick. Whether it is the flu, a cold or just getting an upset stomach, too me they all ruin your mojo. Sometimes it takes me a while to get in a good rhythm with my everyday routine. Then you get sick and the things you have worked so hard on getting set up as a good habit can get derailed by sickness. We are all guaranteed to get sick at some point in our everyday lives but why does it seem to happen when we are doing so good and trucking along in life. I am just glad that hopefully, the worst is over. Sitting down and writing today is actually something that I needed to get my mind off this cold and other things going on in my life. I always like to count my blessing, my health is getting better, my family is good so I am happy. I was down but not out for the count. I am actually working on other projects for my blog and will have more details to come. So for those of you who read and like my blog, Thank You! You make all the difference and I know that what I am doing is good. I love sharing the weird and bizarre things that tumble around in my head with all of you. So until we meet again tomorrow...this was Just a Thought.

Just a Thought...Halloween Candy.

Just a Thought....Halloween Candy.

As we approach the end of the month, we inch nearer and nearer to the second most popular holiday of the year. As a kid, it was hard to contain my excitement. I mean what kid didn't like dressing up in costume and going door to door asking for FREE candy. It was always fun except for the rare wet blanket folks who would give money or fruit snack. Who wants that crap in their bags. You could dress up in a plain white banket and still score some good eats. It only got better as I become a teenager and my mom would let me go with my friends. The amount of terrible Tom Foolery that went on those days. But no matter the dumb shit we did, it all came back to the candy. I think two of my favorites were the Plainly wrapped black and orange peanut butter candies and the Atkinson Peanut Butter bars. These were usually the leftovers that nobody wanted from their candy buckets. I know that I could get plenty of these from my brothers and sister simply because they viewed candies as throwaways. Don't get me wrong, I loved the chocolates as well but anytime an unattended candy bucket was in the house be sure that those candies would end disappearing first. Then there was the speech from the grown-ups that went something like this.."Don't eat too much candy or you will end getting sick." Now I know that I have heard these words come from my mouth a few times but was it only because my parents would tell it to me. I mean as a kid, I can never recall getting sick by eating too much candy. For the life of me, as many other kids have heard this same statement from their parents. Why hasn't anyone actually done a real scientific study on the merit of getting sick from eating too much candy? Some kid must have heard this is now an analytic scientist. There should have been some kind of research to debunk this myth. Regardless, it is one of those things that isn't back by science but is taken for fact. Either way, I think this was made up by parents so they could look through and snag some of their favorite candies from their kid's candy buckets. One of the perks of being a grown-up, I guess. Well, I hope that my kids score something good this year, I am looking forward to snatching some for myself. So, tell me what were some of your favorites? Drop your answers down in the comments. So until tomorrow, let do this again. Remember that this was...just a thought.

Just a Thought...Nightmares.

Just a thought....nightmares. With Halloween around the corner what better time than to discuss having nightmares. I am usually so tired when I go to bed I quickly fall so hard into REM sleep, I don't really remember having dreams or nightmares. In my world of being who I am and learning who I want to be....sleep is just a necessary tool to continue the process of living. My body has to rest and recharge. I have to either have a really vivid dream or a nightmare to wake up and remember what happened in my sleep. I had one of these actually happen the other day. I had fallen asleep on my couch watching a movie. The Other Guys was on cable and me being a dork, I just love those types of comedies. I digress, but when in the process of watching tv. I closed my eyes and was in LaLa land before I even knew what hit me. I was walking down a dark corridor with nothing to guide me but a small light down at the end of this corridor. The light was swinging back and forth as though someone was tapping the lightbulb. I slowly stumble forward using my hands as guides against what I assume was a wall. I could feel the floor shifting below me as if I were walking on sand. The cold air flowing down the breezeway as I kept moving closer to the light. Then a sudden sharp pain in my side. Someone had stabbed me with a knife or sword right in the side of my gut. I jumped and winced at the sudden pain. I felt my body to see how deep the wound might be if there was blood dripping out my wound. My hands were cold to the touch but no blood, no wound. In shock, I couldn't believe it but no hole. As I stood there feeling my hands around me to see if I could feel something or someone. Bam, there it was again. The sharp pain like a hard stab wound. This time I swing my hands aimlessly in the air looking to strike whoever is doing this to me. But to no avail, no one is there. I turn to see the light again, no wanting to wait around. I make a dash towards the light. I run in the darkness not knowing what is in the corridor with me. Scrambling for the light, I trip and fall to the floor. I turn over on the soft floor below me and there it is again. This time, I am looking straight ahead and the pain comes even harder with more pressure. The pain is more intense from the stabbing now quadrupling in my body. The rush of blood is causing me to feel woozy. Unable to stabilize myself, my body goes limp. I lie there face down, then with a sudden jerk my foot twist like a pretzel causing me to jerk my foot and causing intense real pain in my ankle. I jump up from my nightmare and sitting on top of me is my chihuahua, Charlie. She was climbing on top of me trying to get comfortable with me on the couch. She was the villain with the knives stabbing me as she was trying to lay down. I know, not the scariest of stories but when you get to remember them from time to time it is fun to talk about. Well, I guess I should get to bed and prepare myself for a fantastic Friday. So until tomorrow guys, this was....just a thought.

Just a Thought...Recharged.

Just a Thought....Recharged. So I don't know if anyone noticed but I have been absent for the last couple days on the page. I haven't posted anything since last Thursday. I have had a couple of personal issues that needed tending to, also had a few works in progress that I needed to work on. I have been active and writing. Just working on my other projects. I think I also wanted a break to get some fresh ideas on topics and other things that I wanted to add to the page. Like looking for guest writers, I also wanted to do some Q&A with people whom I find interesting, creative, funny, motivational and inspiring from all walks of life. The ideas just kept flowing and I have been jotting them down as quickly as I could without breaking concentration on my current biggest project, my novel. I just have had many great ideas, thoughts, concepts, dreams, and visions going on these last couple of days. Plus I needed a break for my body. My birthday was last Wednesday and turning 45 was fun and eye-opening. I slept really well yesterday and woke recharged and refreshed this morning. At some point, we all need to stop and refresh ourselves. That is why we go on vacations, take personal days when we aren't sick and just have the occasional me day. With life being so hectic sometimes with work, kids, school, gym, bills and so on. It is sometimes important to take the time to get yourself together. I found myself doing meditation, finding quiet prayer time and sleeping can really make you feel incredible. It won't last forever but it will give me enough time to push harder towards my goals. I also figured that maybe I would get more readers and interaction if I actually posted these things earlier. So I am setting a new goal of trying to have my post up by 7 p.m. CST folks. So watch out for new things to come. To all my regular readers, sorry for being away so long. I'm back and ready to kick butt. So until tomorrow...this was just a thought.

Just a Thought...Here Comes The Rain Again.

Just a Thought...Here Comes The Rain Again. The rain has arrived in Texas and it is wonderful and scary at the same time. My dogs are scared to death because of thunder and lightning. But I love the sound of the rain. Reminds me of the really bad thunderstorms and my dad would stand outside of our front door watching the fury that mother nature was unleashing and he was just standing there admiring her handwork. He was afraid of the powerful storms. I think he actually enjoyed it and as a kid, there was something comforting in watching him. It made me feel like it was scary at all. I think in a way that is why I don't find myself fearful in strong storms. The soothing sound of rain hitting the rooftop has a sort of comforting sound. I know that my kids are afraid but they have actually turned their fear into curiosity. They track storms now and have even learned the area of in north Texas to know weather the storms will affect them. It has been a while since we have had any rain, so much so that my yard was brown and the grass was nonexistent. The only thing that I hate about this is when I have to drive in the rain simply because there are plenty of people that can't drive in rain. I would write more about that but that is a whole post in itself. This time around the rain is a welcomed friend and just in time for bed. Nothing more soothing than the raindrops hitting the window pane. I know it won't be here very long but I will enjoy it tonight. So on behalf of my grass, my foundation and myself...I welcome you back old friend. We really missed you. Now if you want to leave before the morning commute tomorrow that would be lovely. It is past this writer's bedtime and I need my beauty sleep. I must bid you adieu and wish you all sweet dreams. Until we meet here again tomorrow friends, this was...just a thought.

Just A Thought...Feeling The Love.

Just a thought.....feeling the love. So today is October 9. It is the birthday of such amazing people like John Lennon, Guillermo Del Toro, Tony Shalhoub and me. I don't usually make a big ordeal about my birthday but I thought to myself..why not. Your 45 this year and every year after will be another year towards my ultimate goal of 80. God grants me the opportunity to reach 80, I will be tickled pink. I know that as I get older I do appreciate the fact that I have made it another year. I know that as I get older I must the fact that the sands in the hourglass will fall all the way down. I don't care about that anymore because I am of the mindset that I am going to live my best life every day. I was just so happy today that so many got to share my special day. To all those wonderful friends and family that wished me a happy birthday today, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was amazing to see how many people do care about you. It was such a rush, I felt like I was on cloud nine all day long. Maybe it was all the attention, which I did enjoy, maybe it was that I felt such peace and ease with God today. I can't pinpoint it but I had a really awesome day. I only wish I could bottle up this feeling and keep it close to the vest. Pull it out when you need it. Either way, all good things must come to an end. You will hear no complaining from me today. So thank you all again for making me feel great. Until tomorrow, this was....just a thought.