Archive for March, 2012

WordPress has changed the way it takes its stats on how many times a blog has been viewed in one day.

I normally check this several times a day. It is exciting to me.

I’ve come to realize that since I have been adding images into my blog posts that the blog itself has been receiving more views and more traffic. I wondered if that meant that I should be changing the content.

But I ruled against that. If people do not like what I am writing about, then they do not have to read any of my blog posts.

But with the change that came from WordPress, I can also see from which country the views are coming from. It is wild to see countries such as Syria, Turkey, India, France, China, Argentina, Poland, and other places across the world that have accessed this blog. It is my theory that they are using image searches and they access my blog posts even if they do not understand English.

The other views are coming in from word searches. “The Frontal Lobe” was written many months ago and is STILL one of the most viewed blog posts that I have. It was written for my best friend, but the blog post alone has been viewed over 1,000 times since I posted it.

I tend to worry about “The Frontal Lobe” though. I am hoping that if people are reading it, that they are actually getting something out of it. The other searches clearly are because of an image search.

So to those who are seeking information… I hope you found your view to whatever post you read, was helpful.

To those sex perverts, picture stealers, horndogs and other image searchers… you’re welcome. My total views go up even if you don’t read anything!

Nothing stimulates the nervous system like a good ole thought of “Why?”. Sometimes, it can really grasp you around the throat and squeeze if you don’t answer it.

So it is well known that the 17th of March is celebrated as St. Patrick’s Day.

Some of us know the legends of his walking stick, and the driving the snakes out of Ireland. But what more to this person was there?

Saint Patrick lived in the 4th and 5th Century. His death is reputed to be the 17th of March. Right away, I thought to myself: “Ohh great, another martyr. Another religious holiday turned commercial.”

So at least on the American calendar, there’s two months: February and March who at one time had a holiday on the calendar that was originally a religious holiday but it soon turned into something else.

I would come to find out that in Ireland and in other places of the world that celebrate the holiday, it remains as a religious holiday. But the way that it is celebrated is more commonly known as it is today. Particularly in the USA.

Why all of the green?

The legend of Saint Patrick is told that while he was spreading the word of Christianity, he used a shamrock to explain what is known as the Holy Trinity. The shamrock has since then been associated with Saint Patrick, including the holiday.

But it wasn’t until recently that the green was a color that was associated with the holiday. In fact, the original color that was attached to Saint Patrick’s Day was BLUE.

However because of the color of the shamrock and because of the legend that is so closely tied with Saint Patrick, the blue faded out and green took its place.

So yeah, now it makes sense. But what about all of the pinching going on if a person is NOT wearing green on St. Patrick’s Day???

This one made me roll my eyes. It probably stems from the fact that I think this “pinching” tradition is rather stupid and sophomoric. 

It’s an entirely American tradition that probably started in the early 18th Century. St. Patrick revelers thought wearing green made one invisible to leprechauns, fairy creatures who would pinch anyone they could see (anyone not wearing green). People began pinching those who didn’t wear green as a reminder that leprechauns would sneak up and pinch those without the color.

Leprechauns in America? Ehhh…. I’m not buying that, and you can keep your fingers off of me because I’m not wearing the color you desired me to wear.

But this year, I gave in to the wild tradition. I found it most difficult as I had a special event to attend to in the morning, and then I had the fundraising event mentioned in the previous blog post. Most anything that I had that was in the green color wouldn’t suit the activities of the day. I mean, I do have my camoflauge articles of clothing, but nothing suitable for what I was going to do that day. However for the morning, I pulled it off with a long sleeve button up green shirt, clashing red tie, and dark sports coat. And that was honestly more appropriate than going there and looking like G.I. Joe.

And with that clash of color, there were actually many verbal compliments.

In the evening, I didn’t have much else of a choice but to wear camoflauge on my head with a bandana. I felt so foolish, but as the evening wore on I would forget about it being on top of my head.

Although I will include this story for you as I found it very funny.

While waiting to be let inside the arena for our fundraiser, there were other people busy and hard at work, preparing for the evening’s game. There was an older woman who was ummm.. extremely buxom. She wore a t-shirt that said “Kiss Me I’m Irish”.

One of my team members asked her “Is your shirt an invitation???”.

She answered that her husband didn’t approve of her wearing the shirt at all, but it was her way to draw the line in the sand that it wasn’t a good idea. Most of the rest of the team laughed because that one person who had said it, we don’t normally hear such wild humor come from him.. the silent type.

Next time I see a t-shirt like that, I’m probably going to give that person a run for their money. But I digress.

I can’t wait to see what holidays are celebrated in May that started out as a religious memorable and turned into something else!!




“He tasks me! He tasks me, and I shall have him! I’ll chase him round the Moons of Nibia, and round the Antares Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give him up! Prepare to alter course!”~ Ricardo Montalbon in “Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan

Night two of sled hockey activities ended last night with great success.

Even though we were not on the ice to play, we were there for a very important fundraising event. The beloved “Chuck-A-Puck”. Our team stayed within the concourse of the arena selling pucks for this event. Myself, along with a few other team members were shouting to the crowds to get them to come and buy pucks. A couple of us, ended up losing our voices by the time it was all said and done.

We do not have an official word and its too early to tell, but several people have estimated that we sold enough pucks for the event, that it would pay for at least one hour of ice time.

That works for us!!

It was a new experience to go through. Up and down the entire concourse shouting and yelling, “Chuck-A-Puck, two dollars, six for ten!!”. Non-stop for nearly two hours.

The youngest member of our team, who I think is under the age of six, used all of his charm to get people to come to the tables to buy. Suddenly, we have someone who is irresistable! Go ahead and try to tell him “NO”. It can’t be done. I think I am going to ask his mother if I can borrow him for a few hours and go to the park or the grocery store or something.

The kid is quite the business man!! He worked tons of angles from the element of surprise, to running straight up to people and asking them to buy pucks. I mean, whatever he was doing, it worked.

Doing Chuck-A-Puck for a fundraiser can be fun. But it’s definitely not simple. There’s a lot that goes into it. But having as many people to volunteer as we did, was a great help.

When we were finished selling, we were told that we could stay and watch the third period of the game between the Oklahoma City Barons and the Texas Stars. We were all getting ready and were excited to watch some hockey for FREE. But nooo.. we weren’t done. We were also employed to assist with the thousands of foam pucks that were launched at a target located at center ice. Gathering them all up was quite the task as well. But I personally did not go out onto the ice for the clean up. I stayed in the tunnel to watch. And since I did that, I was given the task to find the numbered puck that went along with the winning puck that made it closest to the target.

Luckily for me I looked up at the Jumbotron and there was a cameraman there to zoom in on the back of the winning puck. We were previously told to focus on the last three numbers of puck that were on pages and pages and pages of a giant list. When I looked up at the screen, I caught the last two numbers.

I was given the winning puck by the cheerleader that I had been chasing down for a photo in the past two nights. And sure enough, those of us who had lists were told to search hard and fast. The faster we found the winning person’s name, the better it was for everyone.

It didn’t take but five minutes, perhaps even a lot less than that. The winner was in my stack of papers. We found out that he had bought only two pucks. And one of them was the winner. Lucky guy. Those involved with the event were shocked that I had found the name so fast.

They called it very successful. One of the most successful Chuck-A-Puck events that they’ve had all season long.

And then after all of that, we were allowed to watch the third period. Tickets were being held captive by our team’s new leaders. She taunted us for about 30 minutes with them before she distributed them out to those who were planning on sticking around.

She gave me one, but then took it back and then gave me another. Her decision to switch tickets would work out in my favor.

I got to sit right up against the glass. And, the one cheerleader that I just couldn’t get a decent photo with, was there doing her thing. There I sat for much of the rest of the game, playing with my camera that seems to be malfunctioning for one reason or another, and not paying close attention to the game.

That would be a mistake.

Being so close to the corner, near the goal. I was attempting to take photos of my feet, just to test out the camera to see if i could figure out what was going on. And because I was not paying attention. I jumped clear to the moon when there was a body check up against the glass. The very same glass that I was sitting in front of!

Needless to say that I put away the camera from that point and watched the rest of the game in silent humility.

After the game, it was time for a quick check on the camera to see if it corrected itself. But no. So, I ran off to find a team member to see if they would take their cell phone and get a photo that way with the one remaining cheerleader that I had attempted at least four or five times in two nights to get something decent.

I ended up leading the team member all the way to the opposite side of the concourse. I started to feel bad about it, but then I was constantly reminded by the quote in the movie Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan … switching it up to fit the situation that I was being tortured because I just couldn’t get it done.

 And so I felt like a moron after talking to her here and there all night long. I even looked up at her and told her that I had my camera working again. Only to have it not do so again after taking two actions photos of the game in progress.

Luckily for me, the one I dragged out to do this, didn’t argue too much about it. I swiftly jumped in and told her that I would buy her some beer if she took the photo and then sent it to me.

I probably would have broke down into tears if I wouldn’t have shut up at some point, giving her adulation and appreciation for being so patient to get the photo taken. I understand that it is part of her job to take photos with people. But dang, I had tried so many times in two nights and this was the only way it could get done.

I would do the Chuck-A-Puck all over again. Now that I know for sure what I am doing and what is to be expected. I had many people that would look at me. I took advantage of them being rude and “staring at the wheelchair”, and would ask them “Wanna buy a puck?”. If you gave me ANY eye contact, I was going to pounce!  No matter how many times that they verbally rejected me, I know that some people went by the tables and did end up buying pucks. And even if I saw them carrying pucks, I asked them if they wanted to buy more.

I was not dejected if I received a “NO!”. Because I knew that someone would eventually turn it into a “YES!”.

I just need to make sure that I have plenty of water with me, so that I don’t ruin my voice. Going all over the place like that, AND still being sore from playing the night before, I hurt from head to whatever I could feel.

Today has been a more restful time for me. I’m not going to have any further hockey events until April. And I won’t be doing anything that stressful for another two weeks. At that point, it will be travel, travel, travel…. through the end of May.

Anyone wanna join me??


“The show must go on.”

So my time back on the ice was “pretty good”. Bittersweet perhaps?

We had eight come out this time. It was far better than the last time when only five of us show up on the ice.

I think that it was a great showing of our sport. I know that a lot of us who were there talking in the locker room when it was all said and done that they had a lot of fun. And yes, that is the important part. However, it wasn’t without difficulty.

Having to place on ice that is dirty and chewed up, is a constant struggle when you are playing on sleds. It was so hard to move that many times I found myself unable to simply turn around.

We played in front of 4,734 people. Not quite a sold out crowd. But still, that is a lot of people.

I still see the need for heavy improvement with our team. And I’m not quite sure how to go about taking it to the team to explain to them what we can do to make ourselves better. And it isn’t necessarily on the ice skills. But rather the cohesiveness AS a team that is crumbling and falling apart.

When we’re given specific instructions to be at a certain place at a certain time, and we’re stuck waiting because one person didn’t follow instructions… this makes for those of us who are passionate about the sport, being a team, and doing things right– a time and a place to just growl in frustration. It makes us look horrible when that person, is our very own team captain.

The other assistant captain and I only wish that he’d take things more serious than he has ever in the past. He not only represents our team, but himself. And when he pulls stupid crap like what all he did last night, his own reputation as a sledge hockey player goes down the tubes.

It shouldn’t have been any surprise to anyone involved with the team why I was throwing things in the locker room when it we were done. I didn’t speak to anyone. I didn’t look anyone in the eye. But I would cringe to myself when I would hear “Good job guys! You looked great out there!”.

Really? Well… I should take the compliment, so thank you.

But this team presses on. “I” will press on. We will have yet another appearance tonight. Hopefully a better result than last night.

If it sounds like I am putting a lot of pressure on myself…. I am.

After being off the ice for two months and having to bounce back from surgery, it was hard for me to sit there and say “That was great!”.

But maybe it was. So who knows?

And still throughout all of this “stinkin thinkin’ ” I AM proud of myself for doing what I needed to do last night to show the crowd just who we are and what we can do. I look forward to the next time.


Reality still sinking in. Nervous. Scared. Curious. Thrilled. Excited.

It is the moment that I have been waiting to happen for many, many weeks. And it comes tomorrow, the 16th of March in the evening.

What am I talking about?


The last week has been so frustrating as I continue to deal with healing from surgery. My curious and anxious nature, so scare of what will happen once I get into that sled. Will I be able to play? Will I experience anguish beyond what I am comprehending right now? What’s going to happen.

I do know that for myself and the rest of my team, it is a very important event. We as a team, have not done this in or near our own city for a couple of seasons. The last time we had done so, we performed in front of over 6,000 people in the stands. I can never forget that rush when a collective gasp filled the entire place when we were so close to performing a goal in front of these people. Even if it was a very brief exhibition.

The last time, was a bit humiliating. There were urban legends told that our head coach went right into the bar and got drunk afterwards because of the humiliation of us being there, able to represent our team and show people what sledge hockey is all about… only to have but five people there. And therefore, being forced to put on a display of 3 on 2. Of course, I was part of the team of 2. The selected teammate for that exhibition, probably not the best person to select in the world. But we made it through.

I remember that I had my own cheering section as at least a dozen people came to the game, just to watch OUR team play during an intermission of an AHL hockey game.

It was a feeling that was unmatched, until our team went to Houston last November, where we performed yet another exhibition in front of a much larger crowd of over 9,000 people.

But its our turn again to be at home. No need for long travels just to show up and get on the ice for a few minutes. We will be there the entire evening.

This year, my cheering section will be absent. My sister who had attended the previous time, will not be there due to work. I’m representing the team (as well as myself, but doing it alone.)

Many things must go on during the day before I am able to leave to go play on the ice. Errands must be ran, chores finished. I’m hoping to get them done early so I am not feeling that I am rushed and have the feeling that there’s not enough hours in the day to get everything completed.

The task at hand however is quite simple. But it has been a pain in the ass to get to this point. Not only because of the time I have been needing to heal, but because of the hardships our team has faced just in this season alone.

Not enough practices, losing our ice rink at the end of last year, not really getting a lot of opportunity to get on the ice. It’s going to be an interesting evening to say in the least. The rumor of losing our team captain, other players who have been on the team in the past, just simply dropping out of sight because they wanted to travel a long time ago and gave up on that. And the fact that we HAVE to pay for a game ticket just to get on the ice. Which is totally ridiculous in my opinion! And there was no monetary contributions given to us privately through donations so that others could go and watch, as it had happened the last time. A lot of struggles we have endured.

It is our turn to yet shine again. It will be less than 24 hours from the time this blog post has been written. And yet, I just want to throw up!!

This has been known to be our one event to show that there are sports out there for the physically disabled. Hockey isn’t any exception to the rule. It sure isn’t any exception to our rule. We have gained support through this event time and time again, and it’s very important we do our best.

Our former guy in charge has promised to be there and he is going to be taking the position of “head ref”… this will be interesting. He’s also promised, via text message, that if I make one false move on the ice he’s gonna take my ass out. We’ll see.

If we do fail to represent ourselves well, this is what I am referring to by getting a head start on the former head coach. I think I’ll just make a straight path for the bar. I don’t know.

I’m nervous as heck. But I want to play so badly! I’ve not been on the ice since January of this year and then of course last November before that. This sport is pretty much my life, and I want to take advantage of every moment and opportunity that comes my way.

Nothing can be so thrilling, exciting, and totally scary all at the same time.




Dark Secrets

Posted: March 15, 2012 in Uncategorized
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“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources. “~ Albert Einstein
It would be foolish to assume that not everyone has a deep dark secret. In fact, by some definition of the term, we all have secrets in our lives that we would prefer to keep away from the rest of the world.
However with the Peyton Place style of life in which I live, news came to me that was something that got leaked out. But “leaked” is such a judgemental term. I just ended up getting the news from someone who had heard it directly from the soure. Gossip? Maybe. But I can see how in this case the gossip wouldn’t be woven in lies but in truth.
It was difficult to hear that one couple who lives here, has some how been able to screw the utility company. 80% of it though, is from non-payment. And they still have their electricity on. They have not once been turned off.
In this state, it is a law that the utility and power company cannot shut off electricity for those who are on a medical need. Such as oxygen, and other assorted medical equipment that needs to be plugged in to keep that person alive.
There are some neighbors here that are on oxygen 24/7. But the ones that I am writing about… are NOT. At some point, they contacted the electric company and actually lied by saying that they were on these machines that had to be kept running day and night. They knew about this law, and they abused it.
Now their electricity bill has grown to over $2,000.
I do not know just how much energy that they actually use from daily living. I know that they are in a 2 bedroom, and I am only in a 1 bedroom. So there’s going to be more usage for cooling and heating purposes.
And so the thing about it that honestly blew my mind, is that they’ve never paid their electric bill. Obviously they haven’t for some time if it actually has gotten that high. For myself, that’s like nearly five years of usage! Who knows how long it has been since they’ve even dropped a penny at it?
I am reminded of my last relationship. My ex-girlfriend’s father was similar in his wicked ways. Not so much by telling sob stories and lying to the power company, but rather never paying the bills. Her father was an active member of movie and music clubs. Her parents had a enormous collection of DVD’s that numbered into the thousands, and was fast approaching ten thousand. The number of CD’s that they also had in their home was insane as well. Because they kept ordering and never paid.
I cannot imagine a life of dodging and ducking paying bills. It must have been hell for her parents.
I remember the conversation I had with her father when I asked how he could afford it all. He said, “Just let them come after me and try to collect. By the time that they catch up with me. I will probably be dead. At least, I hope so. Then they can take it out of me.”
It really bothered me to hear that from a man that my then girlfriend looked up to and adored the ground he walked on. Combined with the fear she had for him if she were to go against his wishes.
Nonetheless, the neighbors here will still have to pay that huge amount. They ARE using that much power and have accumulated that much debt to the power company. To believe that they are just going to “get away” with it, would be very foolish. It was just so shocking to hear their attitude about it. I thought they were a bit smarter than that. But it would explain a lot about their own personal lifestyle. Which is their own business of course, but living in this small place that I do… one must be careful of what they do and what they say.
I do my best to keep out of a major part of other people’s business who lives here. Mainly because I would not want them so deep into my own business. And learning my own dark secrets.
Many have assumed that because in the past, I have spent a lot of my free time with this couple that I would hang out with them a lot. So others believe that it was okay to ask me “Where are they today?”. I’m not their keeper. I had luckily put an end to that one by simply not answering the curious crowds.
This dark secret of my neighbor is out. It’s quite a shame.

“He’s going to have to understand that the minister is not giving him options from a menu.”

This is making a splash on Facebook at the moment, so I might as well share it here as well.

A little while ago, I ended up crossing paths with a woman that I had dated. She was bold in telling me that she was getting married to the man that she is now currently with. Deep down, I thought “Why would I care?”, but what came out was “Well good for you!”.

So then she began to tell me how funny this man is, and he keeps her cracking up. But then she began to go into comparisons between him and I. Clearly, she would always give him the advantage.

As I began to attempt to bring the conversation to a close… just to get her to shut up… she began to forcefully insist that I get them something for the wedding, that way, “I” didn’t look bad.

I told her that I would pass on the idea and she became furious, demanding I tell her why. (And she wonders why I broke up with her?). I told her that I wasn’t going to get a gift for a wedding that I was not invited to, and before she thought about it, I didn’t want to be invited either.

As insistant and bitchy as she was, I finally asked her what her address was. Apparently, that was a satisfactory response. And then I told her that I would send something.

Later that evening, I went to the store and bought some stamps. My gift for them was going to be sent in the mail.

What was my gift, you wonder?? I sent the soon-to-be husband: A sympathy card. Complete with my condolences and a written prayer. (I will call him ‘Jim’.)

“Dear Jim, congratulations! And my complete condolences to you for what you are about to endure. Oh Lord, forgive him for he knows not what he does.”

A couple of days after I sent that in the mail, I get an e-mail from Jim. I figured that he was going to just scream and fuss and everything like that. But instead, he invited me to lunch so that “we could talk”.

I declined his invitation. He wanted to know why I sent a sympathy card and wondered if there was something to know about his soon-to-be bride that I knew, that he did not.

He was confused. She on the other hand, was pissed off!!!

He asked if I had any advice for him as he enters into this union with her. He wanted to know what the relationship was like between her and I. But that’s our business, not his. The same as it is none of my business what they do together.

But the only thing that I told him was that “when the minister asks ‘for richer or for poorer, for better or worse’, that the minister was not giving him options for him to choose from.

And that’s when I heard from her again today with her screaming and yelling at me in ALL CAPS. The e-mail address from her was blocked as I laughed my butt off.

After all that talk that she thought her man was hilarious and had a greater sense of humor, I figured they would get a kick out of it. But no.

So anyways, I do feel bad for the guy. Having to live a life with her like that. I told someone on Facebook that a rimshot needed to be struck as soon as he says, “I do.”


“It is better to deserve honors and not have them than to have them and not deserve them.”~Mark Twain
After taking what seemed to have been the longest shower in world history, I emerged from the bathroom and descended into my bedroom to rummage through my closet so that I could find something to wear.
The personal attendant who was hired by the current home health company shouting for me to “come back” because she was not finished.
When at last she was finished with her job, I returned to find something suitable to wear. After taking up another world’s record of time to figure that out, the attendant came at me with a long red bottle, ready for action.
If anyone is counting, it was a bottle of cologne by Perry Ellis.
She pumped that stuff all over the place. It was quite heavy and it would have been an overstated comment to say that it was “too much”.
Needless to say that everything that was selected to wear, was probably too much as well. I had no plans of going anywhere, and here I was in was designer clothes with really big names that were given to me at some point in time. The cologne being no acception as it was given to me as well. I think that the personal attendant merely was playing “dress up”.
Anyways, when I was out and about on the property, I ran by the person who had given me the cologne in the first place. He immediately indentified the scent that I was more or less half-bathed in. So then he would talk about how he needed to “hook me up” with some other things, and I asked him why he felt that way. And this is the whole point of this blog post, now that I’ve dragged out a long story. 
I was all ears as I waited for a speech upon the soapbox. But his speech was short. Far shorter than I thought. “Because you deserve it”.
It had struck me because I had heard the same thing from a neighbor when she and I were discussing the fact that whenever a large donation of clothing is given to the apartment complex, that when she receives the shipment… she always goes through it to find men’s clothes that would fit me. And this is how I have ended up with the really nice designer clothing that I have today. Not because I can afford it, but because someone donated it and she recognized the value of them and immediately set them aside for me before distributing the rest into the community room for the rest of the residents to go through as they wish.
When I asked her a few days ago why she did things that way, she said the same exact words but only with more force and intention in her vocal tones. And then quickly realizing what she had done and tried to mask her “oops” with a bit of giggling and nervous laughter.
But in my mind, that had been two people believing the same exact thoughts.
I’m not quite sure what I have done or not done to “deserve it”. I just know that these two think so. So I have actual options when it comes to colognes and my wardrobe has rapidly grown. However, I personally think that the wardrobe increase comes from the fact that everyone here knew that I returned back here by the skin of my teeth after narrowly losing all belongings and life.
All the clothes that I had with me when I left my ex-girlfriend, could be stuffed in a backpack and one duffle bag. And the rest of my belongings were crammed back inside one more bag, and that’s all I had.
Sometimes we receive things, whether it be food, clothing, money, or anything really… and it’s not because we actually shown any merit for it. And of course, when we have shown merit we still receive our rewards.
With each and every time that I have received something from someone, I have always thanked them. It was a very good lesson that my step-mother taught me a long time ago. To say “thank you” for all that you have received. Whether its a written note or a verbal acknowledgement of gratitude, I have always done my best to do just that, and in a quick and timely manner.
I still cannot figure out why some believe that I deserve it all. But I suppose that sometimes, it is just better to acknowledge the blessings that have been given to me and be thankful. For whatever reason, it is the beliefs of these people that I have merit. And even though I cannot figure it out exactly, doesn’t mean that I should be rude to not accept their good will and kindness.
What I can say about it is that they wouldn’t have done it if they didn’t care. And quite obviously they do care. Whenever someone receives a gift such as these, its because someone cares. And so when you end up in these kinds of situations and you cannot figure out what you have done in order to receive whatever gift that has been given to you, at least think of that. Someone cares about you. And quite honestly, there probably isn’t any real reason, other than that.


“If you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up.”~ Hunter S. Thompson
This is driving me nuts to the point of stupidity!!!
During late night television watching of re-runs of The Big Bang Theory, this commercial starring Kate Upton is literally shown at a minimum of three times.
I know it’s only about 30 seconds long but I swear I’m losing it slowly but surely.
I realize that showing it this late at night works for those who are having the munchies at night and they are trying to gain business. But when you throw that same advertisement in a 24 minute time span that many times, it becomes overkill.
Now I don’t really know who Kate Upton is. Other than a buxom blonde in which her curves are amplified as well as magnified during the commercial. So I can not say anything about her.
The jazz-like tune is also bothersome to me as well. There’s two lines of lyrics to the jingle and that’s it. Who comes up with this stuff??
I used to think that fast food franchise advertisements were regional. That if that specific chain was not in the area, that they did not bother with showing such a commercial.
For example: I don’t hear or see any advertisements or commercials for In-And-Out Burger, there are none around here. I didn’t think there was a Carls Jr.  around here at all. But, I found one about 30 minutes away. So I’m stuck with this “naughty ad”.
But why always during the same time period, and of course- WHY SO MANY TIMES????
Even if the sandwich in which they are promoting sounded good to me, I sure can’t get out there to buy one. So this renders the proposal to go out and eat at this restaurant orthless and senseless. But that’s my opinion.
I never did see the Paris Hilton advertisement, and then the media couldn’t stop talking about it. I actually had been on YouTube before I even knew what they had been gawking about for weeks, months.
Kate Upton doesn’t even bite into the sandwich in this one, and for that matter I don’t recall Paris Hilton biting into her bad boy sandwich either. It’s an assumed action. It would be a lot more concrete of a belief if they showed the bite rolling around as she mastecated.
I know this is kind of petty to complain about, and the people at Carls Jr. are taking advantage of advertising. Whether it is working for them or not, I don’t know.
I haven’t been this annoyed over a silly television advertisement since The Nightmare Factory was showing commercials during the month of October for their haunted house located near here. Of which those stopped because the attraction closed.
And another thing: Carls Jr., why only blondes? Just wondering.
When I was a small child, I used to think that commercials were on the air constantly until you had purchased whatever product was being advertised. I recall a specific breakfast cereal that had a very short lifespan that was similar to Cap’n Crunch. Every morning, that commercial would be on the air, telling parents that it was part of a “nutritional breakfast”. My young mind would believe that they just wouldn’t stop running the commercial until your household personally bought it.
Until one day, I was sick and stayed home from school and I knew that we had this particular breakfast in the house. My mother served it to me on a table tray as I laid in the hideway bed in the couch. I was sitting there watching cartoons, and it came on.
In my boyish attempt to prove that they no longer needed to advertise it, I remember picking up the box and showing it to the television set and shouting, “That’s okay! We got some now, thank you!!”.
My poor young brain didn’t grasp the concept of how in the world would the television know or not know what you had?? So I flashed it the box of cereal. Needless to say, the commerical didn’t go away. But the cereal would disappear altogether. I can’t even remember the name of the cereal any more.
If only it worked that way in real life. I’d go to Carls Jr., just to get a bag from them and flash it at my television screen shouting, “Demon, be gone!!! Take your fever and inflammation, and get out of here!!!!!”.


“proud of you”~ S.K.

This morning I was awake and mobile very early. With the fact of Daylight Savings Time going on, it kind of messes up everyone’s body schedule and clock. But I was awake also because I knew that the telephone was going to be ringing pretty early this morning.

My doctor was going to be making another visit. And to me, it was an important visit. Luckily for me, I was the first one being seen this morning and the question would not hang in the balance for much longer of whether or not I can go back to playing sledge hockey. This weekend marks an important one for the team, and I wanted to be back on the ice with my team.

The doctor came by, and it was a very short visit. I told him about the hockey events coming up and he said, “Sure! Go for it!!”. I think he trusted that things are starting to get back in order as they were before my trip to the emergency room over a month ago. Yes, it’s been that long already.

He trusted in it so much that he didn’t even bother checking the wound. Going by the notes that were left by the nurses who are doing wound care and my word that things are going in the right direction that he just simply never looked.

So now, I can get back out on the ice. And not a moment too soon!

In my jubilation I had shared the news on Facebook.

What happened after that would stun me. It would make me realize a few things and in that time of realization would reduce me into a sobbing mess for about five or ten minutes.

There were over a dozen people in support of my Facebook status that they would click “LIKE”. Others would go further and leave comments of cheering and applause in text form.

And then there was this:

“proud of you”.

Those three small words, a simple and strong phrase, took me by surprise and then rendered me into a smiling, yet weepy mess for a few moments.

I sat there, thinking about all of the people that I have met in my life in one way or another, that are genuinely supportive of the fact that even though I do have a physical disability, that I am participating and playing in a very physical sport. And they all know just how important it is to me.

There are people that only know me through the social networking sites such as Facebook, that know me well enough that I enjoy playing so very much. And quite honestly, I was reminded that there are people all across this world who quietly support the idea of me playing as well as others who participate rather than sit at home and do nothing. I was reminded also that even though there are some who do not interact on Facebook as much as others, but it does not mean that they are watching, learning, and keeping informed.

My own personal support group, cheering section, or fan club… whichever term you wish to use… is actually much larger and goes so much further than I had previously believed.

And with that, I’m in a steady stream of appreciation and love for each and every one who does take that piece of their own personal lives and allows me for just a few minutes to enter into it.

After all, who am I to have so many in my corner? That I would have their faith in all that I say and do. I have to remember that the answer is: I am me. And it is their personal choice that they are in my life, and I am in theirs. And I should never take that for granted.

Though they are not there every day to tell me so, I should never believe that they are gone. Most of them already have a place in my heart, and I will never let them go.