Archive 2008

Drunk Driving on 2 wheels

December 28, 2008 at 9:12 pm

Drinking is terrible. Tons of people each day are affected in someway by drinking. People who drink should always have a designated driver to keep everyone safe. But worst case scenario they end up just driving home their self and possibly getting in a wreck and killing someone. Not all people are as smart as others when it comes to making preparations for being under the influence. This is why!

It was late in the evening, around 10:30 or 11. I was on my way home from Wal-Mart Super Center. For those of you that don’t know what a Wal-Mart Super Center is I will spare you. I will spare you because it is a heart pumping, mind blowing, sweat raging siege that I will never fully tell you about. But to be short it is a large grocery store.

I was on my way home and as I was driving down the road I saw flashing lights in front of me. It appears that a Police officer has pulled someone over in a near by parking lot for what I can only hope to be speeding. As I drive by I notice an older looking man on a motorcycle start to pull out into the street. He starts to pull out but before he can move the bike and the man come crashing down to the ground. He just falls over; his body bounces up and down as it hits the concrete. I immediately pull over and run to go help him. As I approach him he was still struggling to stand up. I helped him raise his motorcycle and get back on, all the while keeping my distance from the gaping wound that is spread across his face and spilling blood everywhere. I knew the moment I got out of my car he was not himself because the fumes of strong drink were poring off him like a bad cologne. I asked him if he knew where he was and if he was OK. The police officer that had pulled over the other car in the lot started to make her way over to us. (OK I HAVE TO PAUSE FOR A MOMENT……..) Let me just say she was the best looking police officer I had ever seen!!!

Once she had her hand on the motorcycle she motioned me to go on and that she had it under control. I slowly backed away and went to my car, all the time wishing she had pulled me over instead. (just kidding… but not really) I continued on my way home still in disbelief of seeing a grown man fall over on a motorcycle.

How often does that happen? If you are drunk why on earth would you drive anything with fewer than 4 wheels? It doesn’t make since, but then again… He is drunk!!!

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Let us complain less and give more!

December 13, 2008 at 11:47 pm

If you think you are unhappy, look at them.


If you think your salary is low, how about her?


If you think you don’t have many friends…


When you feel like giving up, think of this man


If you think you suffer in life, do you suffer as much as he does?


If you complain about your transport system, how about them?


If your society is unfair to you, how about her?















Are you still complaining?

Observe around you and be thinkful for all that you have in this transitory lifetime… We are fortunate, we have much more than what we need to be content.

Let’s try not to feed this endless cycle of consumerism and immorality in which this “modern and advanced” society forgets and ignores the other two thirds of our brothers and sisters.

Enjoy life how it is and as it comes

Things are worse for others and is a lot better for us. There are many things in your life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart….pursue those…

Let us complain less and give more!

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Samurai & The Monk

December 13, 2008 at 10:47 pm

A big, tough samurai once went to see a little monk. “monk,” he said, in a voice accustomed to instant obedience, “Teach me about heaven and hell!”

The monk looked up at this mighty warrior and replied with utter disdain, “Teach you about heaven and hell? I couldn’t teach you about anything. You’re dirty. You smell. Your blade is rusty. You’re a disgrace, an embarrassment to the samurai class. Get out of my sight. I can’t stand you.”

The samurai was furious. He shook, got all red in the face, was speechless with rage. he pulled out his sword and raised it above him, preparing to slay the monk.

“That’s hell,” said the monk softly.

The samurai was overwhelmed. The compassion and surrender of this little man who had offered his life to give this teaching to show him hell! he slowly put down his sword, filled with gratitude, and suddenly peaceful.

“And that’s heaven,” said the monk softly.

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Technology is it a good thing?

December 12, 2008 at 8:18 pm

The more and more technology advances, the more and more people avoid from talking to one another. Those of you that know me, know that I am all about technology and love new advances in science. But the way that the world is moving scares me.

I recently attended a client conference at the Sheraton Oklahoma City Hotel & Conference Center. During the conference there was a speaker that really captured my attention. He was talking about all the new advances in marketing and technology. He mentioned that soon there might be a system using cell phones to do everyday things. One example of this is: When you enter Target, Target’s system will pickup your cell phone through Bluetooth and send you a text message. The text message will read, “Would you like to connect to Target?” Once you have connected to Target you will be able scan your phone over an item and it will charge it to your bank account. Because of this, there will no longer be the need for cashiers or that interaction with people. This is bad for a number of reasons. If you have seen the movie Wall-e, you will have a better understanding of this. From the start of self service gas pumps to the start of self service checkout. The world has advanced to an “I” way of feeling. “You don’t need anyone, because you are independent and can do it yourself no matter what it is.” Apple has capitalized on this idea (iPhone, iMac, iTunes, iPhoto). All of these products work easily so that you don’t have to. This also eliminates the need to ask people for help.

As a country more so than as the world we are growing into a lazy and a self serving people. I read about the old western days when everybody had guns at their sides. Now people have cell phones. I have been carrying two cell phones for a while now. Every time I get a phone call I here myself saying “Draw.”

I don’t think technology is a bad thing but if it keeps people from communicating with one another that is a problem. I encourage you to give someone a phone call rather than sending them a text message. I encourage you to be willing to help or talk to someone you may not have talked to in a while.

“Be there for others, and they will be there for you!!!”

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The Ringing Phone

December 2, 2008 at 8:17 pm

“No matter what the circumstance is a ringing phone must be answered. It’s like when you’re told a wall has just been painted and you proceed to touch it anyway, even when you know full well that it’s wet.” (I do it every time)

I was coming out of Wal-Mart and standing by the entrance for Paul to come pick me up. He had been waiting in the parking lot. I stand outside Wal-Mart waiting; I hear a phone start to ring. I look all around me trying to find out where this ringing is coming from. I look over in a trash can that is near by and see that someone has accidentally thrown their cell phone in the trash. I reach down, pick it up. “Hello”

A woman answers. After talking to her for a minute or so I find out that a few days ago her phone had been stolen. I tell her that I am not the thief. I agree to wait for her at Wal-Mart so that I can give her back the phone. Once she arrives she thanks me again and again for finding it, we then shake hands and go our separate way.

It is a great feeling to help someone and know that you have made their day better by your actions. I pray that people try to help others more and more. Whether it is giving someone a ride, pushing someone’s car off the road after it has ran out of gas, or just being there to listen. As long as this world exists there will be people that need help in some way or another. So I encourage you to always be willing to lend your hand, even when you think it is not needed, because I assure you that it will be.

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Road Kill

November 28, 2008 at 1:14 am

I seem to always have strange stories about run-ins with animals. So here is such an event.

I left work around 8:30 p.m. and as I was driving home I got a phone call from my mom. After talking to her for a while we both decide to meet at IHOP for a late dinner. We get to the restaurant around 9 or so and talk for a few hours. Around 12:00 we both notice the time and both have to be at work the next day.

We both turn out of the IHOP on to SantaFe. and start heading toward 89th street. I am following her in my car then all of a sudden I see her brake lights come on and swerve in the road. I come up closer to where she had been I see standing in the middle of the road a Donkey. I ask myself “What the mess is a donkey doing in the middle of the street?” I see a house with two horses in the front yard. So I think to myself that the Donkey must be theirs.

I do a U-turn and park on the side of the street. I knock on the front door and a man answers. I ask him if he owns the huge animal in the middle of the road. He tells me that it’s not his but his neighbors across the street.

Not sure what to do we both decide that he will get in his truck and try to get the donkey into his front yard that has a gate around it, and I will go and get his neighbor who owns the donkey. I run over to his neighbor’s house and notice that there is a dog sitting very still in front yard. The dog is changed up but I am not sure how long that chain is. So I yell and try to get the attention of the people inside the house.

After a lot of loud noise I give up and go help the man in the truck round up the donkey. After we get the donkey in his yard I tell him that I could not talk to his neighbor because of the dog grading the door. He tells me that his dad knows the people and is going to call them to pick up there donkey.

He thanks me for all my help and I go on my way. It latter occurs to me, and I start laughing about it. “I WAS CHASING A DONKEY THROUGH THE STREETS OF OKC.” How often does that happen?

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Another Animal Run In

November 25, 2008 at 10:53 pm



Most days while I am driveling home from work I will see animals on the side of the road and fell a little pull of sadness come over me. I always try to help prevent those roadside miss haps from happening.

I am not sure of the day but I was driving home like every other day when I saw a little black spot in the road. I am not sure what it is, so I get closer and closer and come to see that it’s a turtle. I drive past it and tell myself to go back and pick it up.

I turned the car around and headed back. I ended up passing the turtle 2 or 3 times before I was able to pull over. I pulled over about half a mile or so from where the turtle was and started walking to meet it. “Risking my life on this road for a dumb turtle.” Once I reach the turtle I realize a small problem. The road were on is between a hill so on each side of the road is a steep cliff about 15 feet or so high, and too steep for me to climb.

I thought to myself, do I take the turtle with me and release it some where else or do I try and make it safe here in case it has a family to take care of. I decide it best to leave it. With all my might I throw the turtle up and over to the top of the cliff trying to make sure it is far enough over that it won’t walk back and roll down the hill into the road.

After I threw it, I stayed a while so that I could hear it start to move. I needed to be sure that it’s not stuck on its back.

The next few days on the way to and from work I look to see if my little friend is back on the road, but he is not. So as far as I know the little turtle is doing well.

Thanks turtle for the trouble!!!

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The good guy.

November 20, 2008 at 7:32 pm

Everybody knows a few squares. I know one.

He’s a strong, polite, God-fearing guy who freely admits that he prays, weeps for joy, plays with little kids, kisses his mother, goes to his dad for advice and thinks old folks are great. He wears clothes that fit him, puts savings in the bank, has his hair neatly groomed, likes school, doesn’t use bad language, avoids dirty discussions about sex-he even blushes. He goes to church, drinks milk, drives within the speed limit, is in bed by 10 pm, and expects purity in girls.

As a result of his unusual behavior, he sufferers the loss of popularity, but he gains the gratitude and admiration of his parents, family, teachers, has an insatiable imagination, and enjoys spiritual perception.

To some he may seem strange, but I like him.

-Anonymous

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Time Spent

November 11, 2008 at 8:13 pm

People often have someone who they look up to. They say to their self “When I grow up I want to be just like him.” I find myself having a hard time knowing just who I should be looking up to. I look to God and try to be more like him and it helps a great deal if there is someone close to me that I can relate to.

I worry about the future and wonder what God’s plan is. When I drive to work in the mornings I see all the cars and hurry of everyday life. I see people in fights, cars in wrecks, the homeless, and people not looking after one another, and some who are in pain. Once I get to work I am completely worn out. I see all the mess around me, and all the things we take for granted. If you ever feel like you are getting detached from that world just take a look out your front door it will sure keep you in check. Or watch the evening news. Most often after you have watched it you will feel sick.

In the morning when you wake up, what is the first thing you say to yourself? With most people it is, ( What am I going to wear today?, What do I want for breakfast?, What is going on tonight with my friends and family? ). In America this is the way it is. In most of the world the question asked is ” Am I going to get to eat today?, Am I going to have a place to sleep tonight? ” I always feel so upset at myself when I waste something, something that was so easily provided. In other places it can be the hardest thing to find.

Try to take time to see what the world is turning into. I am going to leave you with this and hope that is sticks for a while in you mind.

“No matter how bad you have it, or how bad you think you have it. There is always someone who has it a lot worse than you.”

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The Shopping Season, and the day of Hell

October 26, 2008 at 6:36 pm

As time draws near to the holidays we begin to grow with anticipation on what this year will bring. Who is going where and what parties do I get to attend, or (“For those of us who still have that little kid in us?) What will Santa bring me? As Christmas draws close I find myself rushing to get all of my Christmas shopping done.

As a family we draw names every year for those we will shop for. This year I drew my Grandpa’s name.

First I head to Home Depot to get some wood and nails for a box I am going to build to put my Grandpa’s gift in. Once inside Home Depot I look at this huge store and say to myself, “How am I going to find what I need?” after 30 minutes of running up and down the aisles I finally find what I am looking for. I measure out some wood and how much I will need. I take the wood to the back of the store and get it cut. After wards I go out to my car with a huge headache and mark the wood off my list.

Second I need to go to Wal-Mart because I bought my Uncle a picture on eBay and I need a frame to put it in. I enter Wal-Mart I make my way through the massive crowd to the picture frames. I stand for a good 15 minutes or so trying to find the right one. Once I do, I find that there is a little crack in the wood of the frame. So I put it back on the shelf and pick up another one just like it and in good condition. I am lucky because Wal-Mart only had 2 left.

Next I need to go to my Grandma’s to use her printer to make some iron on’s for a stocking. Once I get to her house I realize that the pictures I wanted to print were not the right ones. So after an hour of fixing the problem I print them off and then start home. “I am done. I told myself.” But as my luck would have it that was not the case, the real fun was about to begin.

I got home and started to build the wooden box I have been waiting a month to build. I soon realize the wood I got cut was the wrong size. I was so mad. I had just spent an hour and a half nailing the sides together to find out that the top and bottom were too big. I stand up and walk over to the couch to rest. I sit down and hear a crack. I slowly stand up and look at what I had just sat on. I see it; it was the picture frame I had bought for my Uncle totally broke. In mass frustration I go to my room and lay down.

After I cool off I decide to make my stocking. I stand up the ironing board and plug in the iron. I place the pictures on the stocking in the position I want them. Then I take the iron and begin to iron the to the stocking. I soon smell burning plastic. I pick up the iron and see that all of the pictures that I tried to iron on the stocking have just melted all over and ruined it. NO!!! I scream. What in the world went wrong?

It is times like this, in the wonderful holiday season that you truly come to realize that the old saying may not be true. How can so much work and frustration be good for someone’s health?

Is giving truly better than receiving?

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Buying Memory Just Became Fun

September 9, 2008 at 11:49 pm

I was sitting at my desk working on something very hard, when my phone rings. “Hello”

It’s Mitch, and he needs me to tell him what type of memory he needs to buy to upgrade his home computer. I ask him for the brand and model of his computer so that I can look it up. After 5 minutes of checking prices, I tell him that I have found the correct memory for $44.95 at Circuit City on 74th and Penn and when I get off work I will come pick him up and we will go together. Once we get to the store we ask one of the salesmen if they have any memory and the type we need. The salesman looks for about 15 minutes and informs us that they are sold out, but that the computer says that the store on Northwest Express Way has 2 of them. I ask the salesmen “Can you call the store and tell them to hold them?” he says “NO”.

Mitch and I jump back in the car and start the long journey to the north store. We arrive at the North store and head inside to buy the sticks of memory. We soon come to find that they don’t have the memory sticks but are willing to lower the price on some other ones to match the website pricing.

The only way to get the discount is to buy the sticks online and pick them up in the store, but Mitch only had cash! And in order to buy online you have to have a credit card. They told us that we could put some money on a gift card then use that card online to order the sticks. Mitch goes to the counter and puts some money on a gift card. Once he has this done I login to a computer that Circuit City had available and started the 5 year long online purchase. After I made the purchase and closed down the computer I headed back to the front desk to tell the saleswoman that I am done. The saleswoman says we have to wait a few minutes for the order to print and come through. 15 minutes later she tells us that everything is good to go and she needs our conformation number before she can release the memory sticks to us.

(In my mind I was telling myself that if Mitch had not been here I would have grabbed the memory and made a run for the door.)

I ask her if she is really serious, because she clearly saw me order the sticks in the store. But of course she was. So instead of logging on to their computer that is slower than all get out. I turn on my iPhone and login to my email account to read off the conformation number to her. After I have spoken the last digit of the 15 digit conformation number and repeated it 3 times, she tells me that she just realized that the conformation number was on the receipt that had printed earlier. (O MAN)

I make my way over to the salesman that had the memory. He told me to hang on while he took his time to write down some information about the product and then pretended to swipe the memory across the counter a few times to deactivate the security bar on the package. But the package did not have a security bar and the counter was just a plain counter. I know this because the memory was previously in a large plastic container so that it couldn’t be stolen. He was doing this to make me wait a little longer and to make himself feel a little bigger. That was the last straw I reached out and he handed me the memory but as I pulled away he held a strong grasp on the package so that it fell out of my hands and on to the floor, maybe breaking it. I picked it up and walked out.

Once inside the car I told Mitch that I was thankful that he was there, to keep me calm and respectful, because I might not have been otherwise.

I have learned that if you own a business you need to make it as easy as possible to sell a product.

Not tell a customer to drive across town, then to use there form of payment, (when you have CAS, THE AMERICAN GREEN DOLLAR FEDERAL RESERVE NOTE), and then to make them order it online.

O……. MY……. MESS…….

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Rain What A Goober

April 15, 2008 at 8:12 pm

As everyone does when it starts raining they turn on their windshield wipers. But for me it couldn’t be that easy. I can’t see five feet in front of me. So that must mean its time for some new wipers.

I arrive at Wal-Mart get out of my car and begin to remove one of the wipers. I want to take the wiper in with me so I can compare and know what to buy. As I am standing there in the rain and having a hard time getting off the wiper I come to find that the wipers are screwed on and I have no screwdriver. I head into Wal-Mart to buy a screwdriver.

I pick up a small set of screwdrivers and go back outside in the rain. I start to unscrew the wipers only to notice that the screwdrivers I bought were too small. I couldn’t get enough leverage to unscrew the wiper. In frustration I head back inside to buy a wrench. Once back outside I use the wrench to hold the screwdriver to unscrew the wiper.

Now that the wiper is no longer attached to my car I once again head into Wal-Mart. I walk to the windshield wiper section. I try and compare my wiper with the ones in the aisle but the packaging is too thick and I cannot tell the size. I pick up a pair of 22-inch wipers. I go to the counter, buy the wipers, and head back outside. I get back to the car and realize the wipers I have just purchased are too big. I am really mad now! I go back inside and buy some 20-inch wipers. And guess what? Yea your right, they were still too big. I once again went back inside and had to explain myself to the cashier that I have again bought the wrong pair of windshield wipers. After finally getting the right pair put on my car I get in and turn the key. I thought to myself here is the moment of truth. I turn on the wipers and they work! Or they did for the time being.

I leave Wal-Mart and they soon begin too look a little loose. Suddenly one of the wipers comes flying off. I stop on the side of the road and pick it up. In desperation I call my mom to see if she can give me some advice on the current situation. She tells me I should head to O’Rileys to see what they can do for me.

I get to O’Rileys and after about 30 minutes or so I find out that I must order two parts that will connect the wipers to my car and those parts will come in the following day. So I still had no fix to the problem of driving without wipers. But I am thankful that O’Rileys is here for us.

What would we do with out them? We would live in the dark not knowing where to go.