Monday, June 29, 2009

Proof God Exists

I woke up Sunday morning, to my brothers asking me if I want to go to church. Now, I had gone out for a night on the town the night before and common logic would say that I still had another hour of sleep in me. 

Not this time. I was fairly alert so I got up showered off stale awesomness and prepared for a steady dose of the G-O-D.

We went to Living Hope Church, which is this little hip set up over near my parents house in the BG. I gotta say, not your typical church. You get in there, and you aren't instead of typical church folk in their sundays best, you're greeted by dudes in flippy floppys. My kind of people.

Then the service, as usual seemed to be tailored for me personally. It was like as soon as John (the pastor of the church) started doing his thing, that everyone vanished and he was just talking right at me and my brother. Not preaching at us, like damning us to hell or anything, but having a frank conversation about our relationship with God and our struggles.

I'm not joking. It was incredible. Everything that had been bothering me over the last month or so, was explicitly addressed during the sermon. It was like God himself wrote it and told John to hammer it home. 

After the service I just sat there for a moment letting it sink in. I haven't been to church consistantly in a few years. I go randomly, when life allows me to(which is a rough translation to 'when I feel up to it') And in that moment of realization, I found a huge chunk of what I've been missing in my life. I need God.

You want proof there is a God? I mean more proof in the abundance that is already out there in your every day life. Just got to church. Randomly, one time. Go with that friend of yours thats been inviting you every so often. We all have one of those friends. 

Or go By yourself. Just go. One time. Listen to the service. It will speak to you. You will be able to relate to it. It'll be a testimonial, the sermon, or just someone you meet there. It will peak your interest. And that my friends, is God working in that mysterious way we hear about so often. 

As I was sitting there on Sunday listening to John talk, I could feel my anxieties over my day to day stresses slip away. Every point, every sentence relaxed me more and more. I was shown that it was ridiculous and premature to have gotten worked up like I did. It was incredible.

Not to get too in depth on what the sermon was about, because that would make this entry HUGE, but it was about the hardships of the times and all the parties it effects. Now I know in this economy that there are many people who are facing the situation that my brother and I have been facing lately, and so there are many people who could've related to that sermon.  But it felt like we had a big spot light directed right on us. I just kinda lowered my head and smiled. I mean for that to be the topic the day I decide to go back to church, and to try a new church... well thats not just incredible, to me thats proof. 

Well played God. Well Played.


Sunday, June 21, 2009

Quick Thoughts

I was watching the Mariners game today and got a few things to talk about here real quick. First things first, todays win gave us a sweep of the Arizona Diamondbacks. Take that you desert dwelling schmucks.

With this big win, we have moved to 2.5 games out of the division lead with a home series against San Diego starting Tuesday. Not what you would call a daunting task. Especially with no Peavy. So I'm pretty excited for the next couple of weeks. Who knows, maybe we could be hearing about the American League West Division leading Seattle Mariners heading into the All-Star break (yes I'm half mast after writing that sentence).

Felix pitched good today. With the exception of that slider that Reynolds took out, I'd actually say he pitched his ass off. At the time, I was really up set with mr. Reynolds, but he later made it up to me.

Obviously, now I'm talking about the game winning error where he came charging a Franklikn Gutierrez grounder, tossed it over to the ancient Tony Clark, who promptly let the ball bounce in and out of his glove allowing for the game winning run to cross the plate. HAPPY FREAKING FATHERS DAY!

A glimpse of something super cool. It was like seeing Bruce Willis drink a smoothie. Arizona Diamondbacks reliever Clay Zavada has the greatest mustach since Adam Morrision. It curls up like a tribute to the Gods. He looks like the Red Baron. It would make Heraldo Rivera jealous.

Seriously, it looks like baseball is just his other job. His real one is reimagining scenes from famous pornos in the 1970's. I bet he has a 7 inch bush.

I defy you to not google Clay's pictures and smile.

Belvin out.

Recognizing the Awesomeness of My Father

Just a quick word about one of the more awesome people on this planet, my father. In honor of fathers day I'm going to take a break from my vulgar stories of drunken adventures and say a few words about the man who is partly responsible for all of this madness. Mike Belvin, my dad for those of you who don't know, is a a great man and a stone cold bad ass.

He is the father of seven, and the step father of two more. Still he has found time to pillage more villages then Eric the Redd. Wilt Chamberlain and Gene Simmons have nothing on his numbers. I once witnessed Julia Roberts break down in hysterics because my father refused to give her the time of day. An absolute lady killer, not to mention one HELL of an American.

My dad could beat up your dad. It's true, I've seen it.

I saw my dad take on sick day the whole time I lived under his roof. And it was because the day before he was so sick I had to skip school to help him do his route. He is one tough mother, and your dad isn't. In fact your dad gave my dad his lunch money when they went to school, because your dad was a wuss. To prove my point, my dad says he could beat up All Pro Lineback Ray Lewis. And he says it with a straight face.

My dads jump shot is as consistent as gravity. Ray Allen who? Sunrises are in awe in the regularity at which he splashes three's.

All joking aside my dad is awesome. He has busted his ass to provide a great life for me and my siblings. Its hard to write words of appreciation for someone like that. I'm not sure if I'm good enough to even come close to relaying that message. But I'll be damned if I don't try. I could seriously sit here for hours with my thausarus and use big multi syllable words to attempt it. Write pages to show all how much I love my dad. Or I could be awesome and just come out and say it. You know, like a man.

Happy Fathers Day Dad, you're awesome and I love you. See, right there, I did it. Short and sweet and just as effective.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Live, From My Cell

Before we begin, I need everyone reading this to swear an oath of secracy. You see, currently I'm sitting in a cubical of a place that might not be ok with me typing on my blog. So if you're going to read this, then you better know not to tell my boss.

Now you may be asking, "dude, WTF, why would you risk your job?!" Now that is a good question. I've worked at this place for about a year and a half now, and if my job was at serious risk then I wouldn't be doing it. Trust me. In this economy if you're lucky enough to have a job, white knuckle that bitch. Don't let it go. Not even to take a pee. Seriously, take your job with you. Just shift yourself so your job can't take a look at your junk. You can't afford not to.

That being said, if the wrong person were to see me using the internet for fun, and not for work....well, I'd probably be getting bent over my desk and railed with my name plate. Graphic, I know, but true.

It's just work is so boring right now. I'm being very un productive and my desk is not making for a compfortable pillow. So we can rule sleep out of the equation. I've read ESPN top to bottom. And most importantly, I have nothing to bitch about (outside of being bored).

You see typically for the entertainment of everyone around me, and to pass my own time, I usually engage in long winded bitch sessions at work. The subjects of these rants, much like some of these blogs are often focused on my wildly up and down love life (it was recently compared to a hurricane. I have found this to be strangly accurate. Not sure if thats a good thing or not).

However as of this week, my unpredictable and destructive love life took a turn towards domestication.

Yes, Sarah and I decided to try it again. Not gonna lie, there were times when I didn't see that happening, but here we are a year and half since the last break up, trying it one more time.

Quick story of Irony: Some of you may recall our first break up (which can still be watched on PPV). It was my first break up so I wasn't sure how to handle it. Admittedly, I didn't handle it well. After the initial wave of Super Emo Depression (or SED) wore off, I decided to buy something to take my mind off of it. This is where I bough my xbox 360.

Now I loved my xbox, or as I have referred to it in the past as the Girlfriend Replacement Equipment. And we had a lot of fun times. But sadly, its been acting up lately. Freezes at inappropriate times, only works half the time. Kind of like when the family dog stops playing fetch and starts laying in the middle of the yard not moving, and you have to scream her name 50 times just for the dog to briefly look up at you. And like the family dog that starts to go senile, who only shows signs of life when it growls at little kids, it had to be put down (ok, well maybe I didn't put it down, but it got unplugged and we definitely got another one so we could play the new Tiger without it freezing).

The GRE finally got un plugged the same week that the girl it was replacing came back into the fold. Conincedence? I think not.

Along with the attempt to be domestic comes a renewed desire to practice sobriety. As the last couple of months have gone, I have limited my booze in-take to one night a week. Typically a Saturday. Now I say I limit it to Saturdays, but we all know that mean thats just the day the crazy comes out. Yes, the Baron of Blackout has been racking up serious levels of hammeredness over the last couple of months- which has led to wild times and some serious hangovers (also, it has led to some rather regretful tales but thats for another day). If I want to give this relationship a decent shot, the Baron is going to have to put his cape away for a bit.

I know, I know I've said this before. I wouldn't put a lot of stock in me either. Young plus stupid is a terrible combonation and doesn't always equal successful domestication. It also doesn't help matters that my job often causes me a great deal of stress, and at times all I can think about is becoming a Shit-Faced Worrior and buring the city down. In fact, I feel that urge right now.

Fortunatly for my liver, my mood tomorrow, and my new relationship I will not be pulling the Barons Cape out from storage tonight. Nope, no booze tonight. What I AM going to do is this: I'm gonna log off my computer here in a second, lock up my desk, walk home and play Tiger Woods 2010 till I fall asleep on the new 360.

I know it's boring. But remember, I'm domesticated now.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Quick Thoughts

Morning all, it's wednesday and I have yet to wipe the crust off my eyes. I gotta get down to White Salmon so, here are some quick thoughts.
  • Heard an interview with David Stern last night. He is such a pompous asshole. Man, I want to fight him.
  • I took a poop that looked like a question mark. It was awesome
  • Today I get to see TNA live. Who wants to touch me
  • Uh, the whole thing about Lebron being pissed off the way he handled the loss, I think people need to chill out. Showing emotion is a good thing. Especially in a time when people are turned off by the players and their "business" approach. How many of us have stormed off a court after a loss...don't you even PRETEND you haven't.
Ok, as reported earlier I'm going to TNA today. So  time to poop, then go to the gym. 

Peace out.