I come to you now defenses down. Defenseless now.

     I wish I could've seen growing up that when I was told to "be myself" that it really would work.  There will always be those who shut you out or push you down.  What matters at the end of the day was that you kept on doing what you feel is right and didn't bend.  I'm not saying that I was always right, god knows that it's completely the opposite.  In high school I felt like god was just sort of something that was there.  God was something that gave people the decency to stop people from asking me why I had coke bottle glasses.  God was something inside of people that would take me as I was..no questions asked.  This could be true, but really the part of the picture that I wasn't getting was that it wasn't God.  It was really morals and standards. 

     Tie all that into my present...I often wonder if it's God or my standards that keep me away from alcohol and drinking.  I have never been one to like that.  I did however, dip my toes in the waters of smoking pot as a teen.  I thought that was okay...but never was keen on drinking.  Of course now the smoking thing is a definite 100% NO, its not even in the question.  I am not against a glass or two of a nice whine or champagne, I have yet to try either of those...but may sooner or later.  I have no desire to get drunk but I do know that they help prevent kidney stones...which I don't ever care to try.   I KNOW that I hold the alchohol thing against others...and I shouldn't.  I don't even like to be around it, or have anything to do with it unless its in a (to my oh so precious standards) classy way. 

On past the alchohol and back to the being yourself though.  I really hope that when I have kids I can put this message through and really get it across.  If you really just keep it true to yourself then people will accept that and half the time you can really help people change.  Half the time a group is poking fun there's a GOOD chance that someone in the group doesn't feel that way ...they're just going with the flow.  I don't want to make a scene by busting out a bible and doing some obscure scene to pray over dinner in public.  I do however think that I should be praying over every meal I have.  It doesn't have to be some elitist prayer that clears the skies so that got himself can high five me for my awesome play of words on my thirty minute prayer in the middle of Applebees.  Just a short little "thank you for everything I have and will have " will suffice.

     Lynds has been doing a great job of keeping us praying before dinner and I really think it does help us.  It's always good practice to have reminders in our life.  We use sticky notes to remind us to do small errands throughout the day.  A simple prayer before a meal is a good reminder of what we should be thankfull of.  A bible/cross or anything that may remind you of what you believe in on your desk may help you remember whats right and wrong when your browsing the oh so enticing internet.  I'm no saint nor am I a preacher, just things that have helped me in life.

This post has been on and off for almost an hour and at this point waking up for church will certainly be a slight challenge.  Today Katie got married, twas a very well put together reception.  I could tell Lynds was getting semi emotional and most likely thinking about the fact that we will be doing the same thing in about 3 months.  Had a great time catching up w/Jamz0rz and playing wii for like...prolly 2-3 hours, lulz.  My nerves are on edge to hear from these underwriters.  If we get this loan approved and move into our house this month it will no doubt be one of the happiest moments of both our lives.  Its such an amazing house that I can really see us raising our kids in if that is where we are when kids come into play.  Schools going so-so, there are some things I'd like to change but its completely out of my grasp.  looking forward to seeing what Mr. Crocker has as a surprise tomorrow.   It's almost 3 I need teh sleepz0rz.

if anyones reading this sorry for the lack of photos along the post...no time tonight

The richest man I've ever met

You may think of a few names when you read that...maybe Mr. Buffet, Mr. Gates or that one guy who wrote iShoot for the iPhone? Well I'm sure they make more money than my encounter, so forget about any of those people and just focus on this guy I'm about to bring into your e-life. Ready, set, ..who cares here it goes.

So recently Lynds and I had a full fledged drug bust across the street. It was complete with a battering ram, swat team and 2 flashbangs. I'm sure your thinking...a flashbang...okay its light? No friend its not just light, your forgetting the bang that exists. Heres a youtube vid to display it.


Now that its out of the way lets revisit that oh so grand day two weekends ago. The lady and I are chilling on the couch all lazy sunday status and we hear some yelling. We immediately think its arguing and dont think much of it. After about 10 seconds this escalates into some yelling that we hear through our walls. Mind you this is coming from clear across the street. Now we are standing up kinda concerned. We heard two loud "thud"s that were immediately followed by two of the beloved flashbangs. From a distance we thought for sure these were gunshots. Being the hybrid mix of a man/pansy that I am....I said f this lets go hide in our bathroom away from the "gunshots". Lynds called 911 and I called her dad....911 was so kind to tell us its most likely a transformer. I'm so glad to know in the event of a drug raid you guys are clue-less and try to tell us that the yelling just happened randomly before two transformers explode one after another....right? Anywho after a few mins we go into our roomies room and look out his window. Sure enough theres like 15 swat guys and a bunch of undercover police all over the place.

Heres a vid I took sideways w/my iPhone....


So fast forward to tonight...now I hear a lot of the story. Homeboy is from Jamaica and he is BALLIN. He was making at least 1 million a MONTH. Dude had a trucking company that he transported the drugs in and had a deal with wal-mart transporting goods with his trucks. Everyone in his family drives BMW's, which had full service check and tire replacements at least once a month if not more. At this point your just looking on ways to blow your money. They also had 2 planes AND his sister is in New York...she transports 3 times what he does. Its nuts how this can go down and not get caught.

The house that was raided has 55,000.00 in repairs that need to be made....the Rastafarian Renegade is no where to be found. Everything is in his baby mommas name...the company and everything. He's just over here on a work vista. That makes it pretty easy to just bounce back to the homeland at any given time if stuff gets sour. One of his buddies apparently is in jail for kidnapping someone at gunpoint with an AK-47. If your still not impressed I'll spoil your thoughts of Jamaica. If you go outside of the resorts it is flatout dangerous. Apparently they will cut your hand off to steal your jewelry. There shall be no jammin man or killer bud smoking session w/yer boyz if you go there.

The BEST part is that my landlord told us all the neighbors were quiet and had no problems. I guess he forgot to mention how when his dog crapped in the said dealers yard homeboy said if it happened again he would straight up kill him. I don't know what part of death is soothing and friendly to the land lord...maybe someone else can fill me in?

All that aside, today I felt bad for blowing matt and kim off to hear this story. They were inside and when the owner of the house (rented out to Rasta) came over to talk about things. Karma came back in full force b/c an un-named friend toly blew off a new nightly tradition of CoD. Shame on you son...shammmmmmmmmmmmmmme on you.