Hahaaaaa!!!

The World!

Stop time and ponder thoughts.

We bought a home. A home that I believe God gave us for His purpose.
There’s a baby coming. His name’s Isaiah. Isaiah means: The Salvation of the Lord.
I think it’s a dope name. It’s cool how when I say it, little warm and tinglies go off inside because many years ago there was a point guard in Detroit named Isiah who was pretty good. He’s not named after him but it’s funny how this area of Michigan has a warm spot for that point guard. I love the name though… I mean, how many people do you know named Isaiah?
I love that I get to write right now. I’m still so intrigued by Anachronic’s Disney relationship analysis.

Spiritually, I’m having a hard time figuring out where I fit in. I feel a little in limbo right now. Constantly waiting for God to give some more specific guidance. I know serve in the church and I know give love time and money. Anything other than that right now… I don’t know…
I haven’t been writing lately. Which stinks. It’s such an awesome and healthy release for me. Work has been bananas. I shook the hand of a major bigwig last week which was kinda cool and I gave a presentation to the directors. Highly unexpected and I had about an hour to prepare but it was all good…. God rocks.

Let’s dream for a second. Let’s dream period.
I have all these hopes and dreams for people. There are so many people who I have so many dreams for. I’m a dreamer.

I like how anachronic breaks down the minutia of a conversation… his archives aren’t working so I can’t reference them but I thought it was sooooo funny when he wrote about leading someone in a conversation, or rather someone leading you somewhere they want to talk about.

I always go there. I always listen if someone wants to tell me something they want to talk about. I ask a million questions of people when I first meet them just to try and find common ground…. Or maybe more…

Are you from around here? Ie. Are you independent enough to leave your family or do you just hate them that much?
Do you have siblings? Ie. What syndrome/complex do you have?
Did you play an instrument? Ie. Do you have rhythm? Have you created music thus having more insight into what it takes to create beautiful music?
What do you listen to? Ie. Are you open minded enough appreciate all kinds of art?
Did you play sports growing up? Ie. How well is your understanding of the team concept?
Are you tight with your parents? Ie. Is there any type of love you may feel you might be lacking?
What did you get on your ACT? Ie. At that point in time of your life, did you care about grades? Why do you/don’t you now?
Did you grow up any religion? Ie. Is spirituality important to you?
Who do you like? Ie. Who do you like?

I have soccer in an hour.
Let me tell you about soccer.
We’re 3-1 right now. I really could care less if we win or lose. People are having fun and getting better. Chris is doing awesome in goal. Clapping and smiling is prevalent along with exercising and sweating. Connie scored her first outdoor goal 2 weeks ago off of a header! A header! Amazing! Our defense has held two shut-outs in a row! 2!
The weather last Sunday was amazing. Green grass. Blue blue sky. White clouds. New people discovering how wonderful soccer is.

I’m soooo excited about everything! My co-worker called me to enthusiastic again today. I told him it’s to balance out all his negativity.

I have an idea for a company.
I am going to pay people to sit-around and not complain. As long as they don’t complain about anything, they work at the company. As soon as they do, they don’t. Work there, that is. I will pay these people to surround me with non-negativity. Their bonuses will be based on their positivity. Non-negativity is the service I am rendering from these people. I will take their non-complaints and non-negative nature and build from there.
Imagine if you got compensated so well, that no matter what any problem you might have at work might be, it wasn’t worth complaining about it. It maybe was a worth a tactful/constructive/sensitive memo. But that’s it. No complaints just positive suggestions. What’s that? Sign you up? This company would rule! Imagine if you couldn’t complain. Imagine how many people would be upset. But imagine how happy I would be. (whistling a happy tune I just made up)

Anyways the company would be called, Sans Complan Inc.
What’s that? It’s a great idea? You have nothing but good things to say about it? You don’t have any complaints about a fictional company? Great! Come work for me.

The house is dope. I have an idea. I think I’ll declare a park day! Where everyone has to come and play in the park behind my house. On this park day we have to play games like cartoon tag and ultimate Frisbee and get stoopid exhausted like when we were kids. And no-one will call us inside. And we’ll barbecue and eat until we pass out. Then we’ll watch the pistons beat the spurs for the championship! Theeeenn, we’ll have another park day, but it will be more structured and I will run a ton of soccer drills in the morning and then we’ll have sandwiches and oranges for lunch… then we’ll scrimmage and I’ll stop the scrimmages every so often and yell at my midfielders for not getting back on D or not opening up enough or not creating enough triangles… then the team will get better and then we’ll eat dinner and everyone will say, I’m glad we had park day…. Can I have another ice cream sandwich? Yes!

Then one day Isaiah will be playing on the swing set and I will be like, hey Isaiah, what do you want to be when you grow up? Who do you like? Do you want to play an instrument? What music do you like? Why? Do you want to play sports?

And he’ll be like, “Blrbl.” (drool)

And I’ll be like, “Well, awwwriiiight.”

I love to smile! It’s my favorite!
Me too Elf. Me too.

I suck at writing but here’s something I wrote.

How many songs must be written of sunsets before all are in awe of His plan?
Maybe I’ll try and write the Word in the sky,
So when men on their knees,
Look to Heaven and plead,
For answers, the Answer they’ll find.

Lord use me, take this life,
Shed your light on a world that’s dying to see You,
Make things right, send Your dove from above,
Let us know that You love us.

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The melody is purty too I think… it goes, “whoo wooo whoo woo woooooo”.
Purty, eh?

Eh?

I downloaded a Trojan virus.
I want to rent out my condo.
I want to have a lower mortgage rate.
I want Isaiah to be healthy and strong and go to prom.
I want Annalisa to have a big ass kitchen and be able to switch fields with her left foot and take goal kicks. (whoa)
I want to be unstoppable in soccer.
I want Ryan to be unstoppable in soccer.
I want to be able to bluff in poker.
I want to play online game with friends all over the country.

Yay! Soccer time! I wonder who’s going to come to practice! Maybe we can scrimmage! What if we could!?!!!??? It would be so fun! People can come and scrimmage and fall down and laugh and imagine if you scored! That would be awesome. I think people put too much emphasis on scoring, it’s defenders who win championships. True born and bred defenders are a rare and beautiful thing. Almost as rare and beautiful as girls who play soccer. Therefore I dub Chrissy Cheung the most rare and beautiful thing ever. This born defender who is a girl that plays soccer.

I’m late!