Posts tagged ‘blog’

November 7, 2012

MotoExArmor.com

It seems only weeks ago I was writing this blog, but life is always changing.

One day my son needed new armor for his motocross so I went to consult with some of my friends in the military, and we can up with MotoExArmor. This has proved life changing not only for my son but for all of us as a family, as it has become a business. I had no idea that it was going to be this much work. I had no idea how to do half the things I have had to learn how to do. Wow, what an experience it has been, and there are so many more to come.

I have to admit that I don’t feel like a lost soul but rather a person with a purpose. I have a reason to write, be focused and stay motivated. Im not sure what the future will bring, but it will be a worth while adventure to find out.

Heres my links. Check it out. Refer a friend. Give a suggestion, and wish me luck.

http://www.motoexarmor.com
motoarmor.wordpress.com

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September 15, 2012

Just babbeling

How do you perceive the world, and for that matter time in its relation to the previous perception.

I remember being a kid. Everything in life was a tragedy. There were no answers to the questions as the questions had no foundation in logic or general perception. As a child, to include teenagers, we perceive the world in such a strange matter. We didn’t think in absolutes. There were no consequences to our actions if we didn’t get caught. Its was survival of the fittest and only the mentally strong survived.

At just 16 years of age 2 of my friends had committed suicide. I’m not sorry they are gone. I don’t feel bad for them. They made a choice. What I do think about from time to time is how they perceived the world. Both kids came from decent homes with stable parents of the middle class, my perception. So, one could ask what went wrong, speculate. For me I have no idea as I suppose no one else does. Maybe it can be suggested that their very souls were troubled. That their minds perceived a different world than the rest of us lived in. It is had to say what is normal when there is no biases for normality. We all must die at some point no matter how the life is taken. This particular incident is the driving force for many thoughts. Why people do what they do. Why people think or act a certain way. How we perceive the world around us.

One of my perceptions that has come from this.

I was sitting the other day thinking about the fact that I was doing nothing and that nothing in and of itself is quite actually something. For what reason was I doing nothing. Was I just being lazy. Was I bored which by the way is a ridiculous thought in and of its self because we can always conjure up something to do. Boredom is just an excuse to justify why your doing nothing. A reason to complain that the world in not catering to you at the moment. So, there I was sitting, just sitting.

If I sit and do nothing; that’s my choice. If i sit doing nothing and wish i had done something; that’s my choice. So maybe sitting doing nothing us exactly what I want to do. If indeed it is exactly what I want to do then there can be no complaint. On the other hand, if it is not what I want to do then I should change what I am doing so that it is. Will doing nothing result in regret of time wasted. I refuse to have regret, so it can not. I must accept my actions as being a direct result of how I perceive  the world around me.
I need to work on the clarity of this one. Be back Later.

 

September 12, 2012

The whisper

Find wonder in the smallest things
Find beauty in decay
Find hope in desperation
Find me
I am your voice

Find words in all that is lost
Vision in all that is blind
Find me
I am your words

Find love in hate
Compassion in anger
Dream all that can be real
Dream of me
I am your heart

Don’t get lost
Don’t stay away
Don’t hide
Don’t dissolve into nothing
I will find you
I am your soul

Travel lightly
It eases the pain
Joy will overcome
We will regain
We are strong, you and I
We are one

September 9, 2012

Drive

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We do it everyday and many times we do it alone. For me driving is one of those moments that sets my mind free. I have the freedom to listen to music, think, and express my thoughts out loud with no interruption except for the occasional ringing of the phone. My car has Bluetooth by the way.

Often times I think that I should have a recorder, for no other reason than I have the perfect words to say. The only problem is that as soon as I turn one on I have no words to say at all. The words don’t flow or they become so jumbled it’s ridicules.

This is a dilemma that over the years I have yet to solve. The same thing happens with my guitar. As soon as I start recording the notes, strings, strum go flat and nothing. So I put together a list of things that I feel are the problem.

I never want anyone I know to read my blog.
I’m afraid I sound stupid.
I don’t want to be caught listening to myself talk on a recording because as you know everyone knows exactly what I am doing.

Now I know and you know that this is silly, but one simple fact remains. You don’t know me and I don’t know you. That’s why we are here. If you don’t like one of my blog posts, well you just don’t come back. Likewise, the same happens if I don’t like one of yours. There is no judgement just freedom. People in general want to be heard, but we don’t want to face failure among out peers. What better place then a blog to secretly express all that is you.

I may never get all my words in writing, but I suspect neither will you. Quite possibly some of those thoughts that I scream about in my own silence are best left there. It is possible that not writing them leads to a more precise execution of my thoughts. In facing my own dilemma I must come to some resolve.

Write because you like to.
Share your thoughts no matter how dumb you think they are.
Rant and rave about the things that make you angry.
Tell us all you love, cherish, and admire.
Write in all caps when you need to scream out loud about anything.
Most of all express yourself in any way you like.

No matter whether we like it or not we will cheer you on because your here. Believe.

September 7, 2012

What measures a man

ImageIt been a couple years that I told a 17 years old kid, “What measures man is his actions, not his thought, not  his beliefs. ”

I believe this to be a true statement for all humans. It is our actions that make us who we are. It is our beliefs, opinions, values, morals that help guide our actions.

My son is 11. He is not yet a man, but still not a child. Life here is that of a vast labyrith. There are many twists and turns that lead to great black holes and dead ends. These children’s minds wonder in all directions, but down no road is there a sign that points, “This is the right way my dear child. Please take my hand and I will guide you.” The voices scream from every direction calling to the innocence of youth, making demands, challenging the very virtue of the child.

If I let my son do as he please eventually these voices screaming become reason, justification.  I see this happen all the time. Kids 15 years old stealing cars, doing drugs, having sex. Even the 17 year old had a child at 18.

My expectations are high, not because I expect them to meet them, but rather reach for them.  Everywhere in society kids are getting participation awards, feel good moments. If that’s the case then why do we even bother to educate when, in fact, all we need is a babysitter. There cheaper. Kids need to be challenged, expected to seek accomplishment.

It dawned on me the other day that my son could not cook a simple egg, because I have always made breakfast; I like cooking. He can now. Now he can make his own breakfast everyday, and he will.

I dawned on me that my son just expects me to do his laundry. Not anymore.
I will not feed or walk the dog. I will not check his math homework. They have an app for that. I will not do his chores because he wants to go play. Today he will become the man I want him to be.

He will make decisions. He will provide intelligent anwsers based on his participation in education. He will use critical thinking, and form opinions. He will change his mind when appropriate and seek truths where falacies lie. he will stand up for what he believes in and fight for beliefs where warrented. He will be kind, and do the right thing. And most of all before he leaves this house he will be judged harshly, and critically by the actions he chooses to make.

I will always be there to watch him stumble, to make mistakes and learn lifes lessons. I will catch him when he falls, and place punishment when needed. I will be firm and leave no rock left unturned.

Every failure, every one will lead him to success in life. Each and every achievement much greater than any feel good moment can provide.

Men are great when life is earned. You don’t get an award because your breathing.

September 6, 2012

Accountibility

Accountability, do you have any

Accountability isn’t just a place to put blame. It’s the defining factor of who we are. Are we accountable for our actions.

In life it is very easy to blame anything and everything else than take responsibility for your own actions.

My son brought a puppy home that he found, she’s adorable. As any kid would he begged to keep her. “Fine, but I don’t have the time to exercise her, train her, or take care of her.” my son agreed to doing all these duties, as of course any kid would. He did great for a couple of weeks. The last couple of weeks have been very hot so I get that both the dogs and the kids energy of running over the top.

I wasn’t in the door from work more than a minute when my son comes bobbing out and says, “Now you need to get me 2 play station remotes the dog chewed up the other one.” This morning it was a backpack and hat. Yesterday it was Ugg boots. The day be for I found all the couch pillows in the back yard. Before that it was my extension cord for the sander, my toms, my plants, my apple connectors. “Really, I don’t need to replace anything. You need to play with the dog.”. Everything is the dogs fault. Of course he put his remotes away the dog just got them. Of course it’s not his fault. It’s the dogs. Where is the responsibility for your possessions. Where is the accountability for not putting his stuff out of the puppies reach.

The math teacher can’t grade the homework because there is to many papers to grade. “It’s the student responsibility to grade and check their work.” “Its the student responsibility to be prepared for the test, and to seek outside help if they do not understand the subject matter.” Where is the accountability for the job you are getting paid for.

We blame fast food for being fat.
We blame music for our children being violent.
We blame school and government for our state of well being.
We blame other people for our level of self esteem.
We blame.

Accountability – the state of being accountable, liable or answerable.

Everywhere around you people are blaming other people. We use reason, and justification to place blame where we need it. We avoid the facts. We avoid effort to make change. It’s all so easy.

I screw up shit all the time. Happy to take the blame. Happy to fix it. Happy to be held accountable. It’s the only way I can teach my kids to be accountable. It’s the only way I can expect a degree of accountability from other people.

September 4, 2012

How long does it last

Tonight I’m just wondering how long I will last with the writing. I would love if it lasted forever, but…….. it never seems to. (sigh) At some point the words always leave me. I would love to say its like a bad relationship that you just never want to end, but it’s not. No matter how hard I try the words just fade leaving black, black darkness.

Words or thoughts are very much like a part of our soul. Gripping our hearts. Filling our minds. Words are what makes us unique. Just imagine a person and the words that circle them like a tornado. What words would you see? Now imagine those words are gone and all that is left is a hallow body. That’s how I feel when I can’t find my words.

Write about anything. I could write about the old coffee pot, the torn rug, the family pictures on the wall but it just words describing nothing of relevant value to me. It makes no sense in my mind. Means nothing.

The world is expressed by raw emotion: happiness, sadness, despair, laughter, honesty, lies. It where my mind focuses. It’s who we are when you strip us of monetary possession. Who we are without all that we have? One would think we might be equals. We are not. Our minds separate us. Our thoughts make us different. Today I am happy while you are sad, different.

Who we are is a great factor in what we write. In fact writing is a factor in who we are as some people prefer not to write at all. Those who do not write leave no mark other than their actions which fade in time. Those who write leave behind a legacy of words to be understood and interpreted by all who cross there path.

No matter how I try the words always leave me. I want to say this time it will be different but it may not be. I want to say that I will try harder, but I won’t, because as humans we don’t. We accept many things about ourselves with no desire to change.

When I write I feel a sadness like no other, though I am happy with unlimited contentment. When I write I feel passion soaring from my soul. Then I crash, and nothing. There is nothing left.

June 25, 2011

Me and My Guitar

I’ve said it before. I’m stuck in a rut. I know the basics but just don’t know how to move forward.

When I started playing a year ago I struggled with playing left or right handed. I finally decided left which limits me. I bought a Fender 100 because that was the only left handed guitar they had in stock which was fine because like all things I didn’t know if I would stick with it. Kind of like writing. I love doing it but time always seems to be a factor. There just isn’t enough time to do everything and my daily chores. As I played and practiced I played more, and then more. The laundry didn’t mind waiting and I was grateful for the extra time to play.

Seven months into playing I got sick which put a real damper on the whole thing. Had I hit the spot where commitment was lost? Was I just over it and wasted a couple hundred dollars on guitar I wouldn’t play again? Did I want to play? I just didn’t know where to start or where to go. The rut had found me. Little by little I picked it up every day and strummed a chord or two but the interest wasn’t really there. I know all the basic chords and have put together a couple melodies. But still I felt lost.

Writing is a different story. You almost always have pen and paper. The waste factor is unusually low if you set it down for months, even years it’s no big deal. At least not for me. I almost certainly did not want to see my guitar end up that way, so I broke down and bought a program.

guitarjamz.com. Marty Swartz is my saving grace. I joined his guitar coaching club which in just two days has taught me a great many things, including some music theory. I’m very self motivated when it comes to something I want to do. I love to research my interests so I had been watching his free videos on You Tube since I started. Of course there’re a great many teachers and programs out there. I like Marty the best. He is easy to understand not to mention I like his hats. The hats are important because who wants to look at some aesthetically unpleasing sap.

Now I look forward to playing everyday even if life only affords me fifteen minutes. Now if I could just get motivated to take some writing classes my life would be complete.

June 20, 2011

A sexy man with a hat

Have you ever seen a good looking man that looked bad in a ball cap. I haven’t. Now call me southern but a good looking man in a ball cap is a good looking man in a ball cap.

Baseball hats have a long history. They were originally designed around 1850 and serve the same purpose today as they did then. They shade the eyes from both natural and artificial light.

Here’s a few stats.

* 121 million hats sold every year
* 85% have nothing to do with baseball. Not surprising.
* 1.04 billion is the market share. At $40 a hat that seems rather low.
* The market has increased 5 to 15 percent every year since they were invented.

That’s a lot of hats. I actually can’t stand baseball, but the baseball hat is one of my favorite accessories for the whole family.

What I really love about baseball hats is what they tell. A flat billed hat may indicate a mm with a love of extreme sports while a bent in brim may indicate a love for the outdoors. No matter what they tell they all say one common thing, “A good looking man looks good in a ball cap.”

June 20, 2011

Cheating

If I can’t beat you I’ll cheat you. What a philosophy. You see this far to much and every where you go. It’s the easy way out. The losers glory.

In my kids first year of motocross he won every race. We spent time with our son at the track because winning is about the honest time and effort you put into it. We made sure his bikes were with in regulation. We got him trainers because he was good and loved what he did. You can race beginner class for one year and then never race it again on any bike no matter the size. The beginning year is the hero moment if you embrace it. We did. About eight months into his first year he was almost lapping the other beginners. He was making a name for himself.

Towards the end of the year I was watching him cross the finish line half a track or more ahead of the other riders. Standing next to me was a dad who’s kids was coming in fifth or sixth place. He says, “Wow, that kids really fast. He shouldn’t be in this class.” I replied with great pride, “Thats my kid. He trains every day for this win. This is his first year riding.” I walked away a proud mom.

I have meet lots of people in motocross most I wouldn’t care to have as friends for the protest and cheating reasons alone. One family protests their way into wining. Another has their child kick other riders on the track. Others put their kid in classes they no longer qualify for just to get some cheap trophy. I have seen bikes sabotaged, stolen. If you cant beat them cheat them.

This doesn’t stop on the track. It applies to the whole track facility. If one track is making more, people like it better then the owners call the county to serve papers, submit fines, check permits, and raise a ruckus. They try to get it shut down. In So Cal where I live there are 6 public tracks and a few private tracks within an hour or so of me. Some are better than others, but we hit them all pretty frequently. Kawasaki, Yamaha, pro riders and trainers do the same. It’s the whinny cry babies that ruin it. The cheaters. The last place losers. Most of us just want to enjoy a day with our kids. A life with our families.

I’ve heard that it’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease. It’s the parent that doesn’t like our flag, our god, the rules, the constitution. It the complainer who’s kids sucks out on the field of glory that gets the winner disqualified for wearing the wrong colored cleats. It the prisoner that has more rights than my kids. The baseball team that has to change there logo because some Indian was offended. Look around it’s everywhere you go. In everything we do. It’s the whiners and complainers that have become the winners. If you can’t beat them cheat them.