Oh June 21st, why are you so ironic this year? The first day of summer, suppose to be the longest day of the year. It will be for me, considering i'll be in the car breathing into a sweatshirt for 11 hours. But I always remembered you being pretty. At least clear, I don't like this smoggy sky and pouring buckets that ruined my plans to race 4 miles with my Dad (who has it set in his mind that he was gonna win.) As hard as it was gonna be I was gonna let him, figuired it could be good for me. I don't like when my overcompetitive drive affects people I love in a negative way, not that he cares really. He just likes the fact that we run together, the simple act in itself. This is why I love my Dad so freakin much.
My Dad may be a bit scary, a bit of a loose screw, and a bit frank, but I wouldn't ask for anything more. Or less. He's 52 years old and still giving me a run for my money. I get nervous everytime we run, because I know one of these times he's gonna beat me and i'm never gonna hear the end of it. But I guess it's something to be proud of really, there's nobody else that i'm related to that works out or enjoys it as much as I do. He's just as unsettled as me I think. Always planning new projects, every time I come up to the house it looks better. In a matter of a week they finished a horse stall and painted the inside of the house again. There are more runs in the doggy day care, and more dogs to fill them. I don't know how you do it Dad but I know where I got all my insane amounts of energy from. I'm very proud of him. Happy Father's Day.
Today is also my Mom's birthday. I always used to make her a sentimental, handmade card. Those were her favorite. She didn't want something from the store, or something that costed a lot of money, but rather something she could look at and be reminded of how much she loved me. So in celebration of this day, and the life of my Mom I am going to get something that will remind me of how much I love her. I've wanted to get this tattoo for a long time and was just waiting for the right time, and this seems like it. I want something to remind me of how much she means to me right now in my life, and how much I took for granted, and now i'm gonna go make breakfast for my Dad before I start to cry.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
The days that make everything worth while.
There's something about those really good days, the days where everything in your life seems to make sense. Where in the moment of any second of the day your satisfied with where you are, who your with, what your doing, or what your going to be doing (except maybe when you can't breathe). Sevens is so much more fun and less scary then I thought it was gonna be. Yeah it's a lot of running, and yeah 7 minutes seems like a long time when your sprinting every other second to look like your going to corner flag that person you know your not going to catch, but there's a lot more contact than I thought (whether there's suppose to be or not). 5 games. Well 4 if you count the two halves we got to rest.. But the more sweat that came off me the more satisfied I became with it. I can't help but LOVE playing rugby all day, the greatest feeling after a game is the fact that you know there's another one to come in an hour (or 15 minutes against orsu if your lucky). Saturday's a rugby day again. That's the way it should be.
But what was just as amazing if not better was the cold beer right after. Thanks Phil for the cooler you brought to keep the delicious and clear beer cold, and thanks Brett for offering to drive home so I could chug my beer nonchalantly fast, and become drunk in about the same time that it takes Suzie to pee everywhere. I'm a one beer wonder, and that's how I like it. I don't have to worry about that bloaded feeling from too much beer, or making sure there is enough beer to get me drunk.
Too many minutes later we were home, and let's not forget the delicious toasted veggie subway sandwich, that was so satisfying to my ravenous stomach. Happy dogs are the best thing to come home to. Especially all dirty because you can roll all over the ground and burrow your face in their smelly hair and it doesn't matter because you already stink so bad a little dog smell won't hurt. Then a perfect ending to a perfect day. Friends, beer pong, barbequed veggies, warm fire, raniers in the hammock, s'mores, and the office. It seriously can't get better than that right? Especially when your with people who just make you feel at peace with yourself, the world, and your place in it. As if you could have any place in the world that you want because your happiness doesn't depend on that.
Amazling perfect days aren't great just because they are, but also because they don't end just as abruptly as they began. They linger in my head for a few days after, reminding me of why I love life so much, wondering when the next time one of them will come around, while at the same time keeping my happy go lucky self so freakin happy. No matter how rude some rich snobby old person is to me about how the handle on their 500 lb bag of luggage is slightly bent, I know that the fact that I may have thrown their luggage a little hard doesn't make me a bad person or them any more of a bitch. I know that when it comes down to it in life there are only a few things that really truly matter. It matters that I do those things that make me happy, and that I love the friends that are my buddies and make life so enjoyable, and that I see and love my family no matter how judgemental they are or how stacked for time I am. But most importantly is that I enjoy all the little things, like fetch in the sun with a dog who can't stay in the heat for longer than 20 seconds, drunkenly playing on playgrounds to the point where you want to barf, and skinning dipping (or swimming) in a warm dirty lake with friends (both drunk ones and sober caring ones), because in the end it's you who decides how much your gonna get out of life and who your gonna enjoy it with.
But what was just as amazing if not better was the cold beer right after. Thanks Phil for the cooler you brought to keep the delicious and clear beer cold, and thanks Brett for offering to drive home so I could chug my beer nonchalantly fast, and become drunk in about the same time that it takes Suzie to pee everywhere. I'm a one beer wonder, and that's how I like it. I don't have to worry about that bloaded feeling from too much beer, or making sure there is enough beer to get me drunk.
Too many minutes later we were home, and let's not forget the delicious toasted veggie subway sandwich, that was so satisfying to my ravenous stomach. Happy dogs are the best thing to come home to. Especially all dirty because you can roll all over the ground and burrow your face in their smelly hair and it doesn't matter because you already stink so bad a little dog smell won't hurt. Then a perfect ending to a perfect day. Friends, beer pong, barbequed veggies, warm fire, raniers in the hammock, s'mores, and the office. It seriously can't get better than that right? Especially when your with people who just make you feel at peace with yourself, the world, and your place in it. As if you could have any place in the world that you want because your happiness doesn't depend on that.
Amazling perfect days aren't great just because they are, but also because they don't end just as abruptly as they began. They linger in my head for a few days after, reminding me of why I love life so much, wondering when the next time one of them will come around, while at the same time keeping my happy go lucky self so freakin happy. No matter how rude some rich snobby old person is to me about how the handle on their 500 lb bag of luggage is slightly bent, I know that the fact that I may have thrown their luggage a little hard doesn't make me a bad person or them any more of a bitch. I know that when it comes down to it in life there are only a few things that really truly matter. It matters that I do those things that make me happy, and that I love the friends that are my buddies and make life so enjoyable, and that I see and love my family no matter how judgemental they are or how stacked for time I am. But most importantly is that I enjoy all the little things, like fetch in the sun with a dog who can't stay in the heat for longer than 20 seconds, drunkenly playing on playgrounds to the point where you want to barf, and skinning dipping (or swimming) in a warm dirty lake with friends (both drunk ones and sober caring ones), because in the end it's you who decides how much your gonna get out of life and who your gonna enjoy it with.
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