Ready

What a rush the last weeks have been. I've reconfirmed my desire and need to simplify my life. Visited a couple doctors and hospitals. Been to about 20 different cities. Loved, hated and everything in between.

As I sit here and listen to Crazy Love by Van Morrison I'm realizing once again, just to slow it down and don't take everything too seriously. With the exception of your health, do the right thing there.... and quickly!

Still no crazy love of my own, but that's ok, I'm not really made for that kind of thing and if I am, it's got to be right. My time will come and so will yours. Maybe our times will come simultaneously and we can congratulate each other with champagne and party horns. Unlikely.

One week until I meet the lovely Julie. Pretty stoked for that. Looking forward to my bed this weekend, working out again (go away back pain), and heading to France on Monday.

I just received some bad news at work regarding a sponsorship and our in-ability to fulfill our end of the bargain. Embarrassing. Sure, I could freak out and drop kick my computer, but not today. Things are rolling off me and I will find a solution... I hope. No problems. Van Morrison is chilling me out. Good job man.

Hark now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea and feel the sky, let your soul and spirit fly... into the mystic.

My Brazilian cleaning lady has suddenly resurfaced. Her "friend" is no longer cleaning my house, which is sad, the "friend" did a better job.

I am going to have some salmon and vegetables for dinner. Not sure what kind of veggies, I have a selection and we'll just have to see.

Made the deposit yesterday on the trip up Kilimanjaro. Got to book the flights now. My friends inability to dial international numbers and hectic travel schedules have made the second part tougher.

I counseled a friend while in Dubai. He's got some things to straighten out. I am here for you whenever you need me bro. Not sure if you read this or not. I owe a few other friends some phone calls. Maybe tonight.

In 2003/2004 at one point I was living in a tent in a friends back yard in San Diego. I had full use of the bathroom inside and it was only for about a month. I used to hate sleeping in my truck. I could never get a good nights sleep any way I tried and believe me, I was creative. Sleep in truck stops, parking lots, wherever I could, what an adventure. Heading down to Mexico, sleeping on the beach. Sleeping on sailboats at different places in the Caribbean. The Thai huts. The big fluffy beds in China. Camping. I love it. January camping in the Sierra Nevada's when I drove over a big ass rock while bragging about the "sick" ground clearance of my truck with Sleazy Steve and Jason S. Good times. We thought it would be warm, not sure why, it was so cold that nights. I still have that truck and it still makes a rattling sound from where I hit the rock. Don't drive around "do not enter, closed for the winter" signs. Getting out at all the random little historic/nature sights along the way. Sometimes being amazed, sometimes disappointed. The road is so straight and flat sometimes. Driving across Nebraska towards Colorado. So flat. Texas and the open highways. Getting 4 flat tires with Gary when we went off-road at 3AM in Texas because I had to go to the bathroom badly. Lighting off fire works in our hands, drunk, talking about how great we were going to make sure our lives were. Fighting with my brother. Celebrating with my brother. Phish shows with Chris. Phish shows and getting in the accident with Gary. Frostburg, Maryland. Essence festival in New Orleans, I got food poisoning from the crab at the casino. Watching UA make its debut on pro sports teams in Europe. Meeting with Iranians and Sheikhs. Toasting wine in with my cousin and parting at Sky bar in Lebanon. Breaking down on the highway with Andrea, thanks Osama, you not sure where you found the flower watering can full of gas, but you saved our asses. Dedications. Beer council. C2. CNC. High school games. Free hot dogs. The announcers booth. Bailing out. Not knowing what's ahead, just knowing what's behind isn't right. Walking around naked on the boat closing hatches with clientele not impressed. Full Moon Eddie. Realizations and simplifications. Inventions and concoctions. Sitting in a Barcelona police station at 5AM with Chris. Watching the sun rise so many times. Watching the sun set so many times. Islands and countries with friends, islands and countries with ex-girlfriends. Trips with John. Fishing instead of working (not at UA!). Trains across Europe. Planes. taking off, landing. Losing bags, being asked not to board. Almost getting hit by a car on my bike. Getting hit by a car on my bike. Falling asleep behind the wheel and luckily being able to write this. Run ins with the police. Hiring people, firing people. Commending people, yelling at people. Family. Friends. Mom raising us. Mom always being there. Delivery Fridays. Sports. Dinner. Homework. Milk. Me spilling the milk. The night before Christmas. Thanksgiving. Taking off my jersey and leaving it at the field. Pizza boxes in the basement. Taco kits, fried chicken, spaghetti, ritalin. Puking from the ritalin. First times. Second times. Coke bottles. Kent cigarettes. Reservoir bass fishing. Punching out a window and denying it with a cut up hand. Leaving GP and heading to the party with Gary. Ha ha, so funny. Fighting on the hill by my house. Jetta getting crushed. Disney world. Arizona. Grand Canyon. Niagara falls. 40 some countries 47 states. Easter baskets and artificial trees. Shoes Williams. Death. Football in the street. Playing transformer and having a fake band. Dirt bikes and boats. Ryan's pool. Whispering Woods. The woods. Taking a chance. Asking, because you never know. Grandparents. Thousands of miles to think about life. Driving 15 hrs on your own. Falling down rapids. Hurting yourself in general. Almost cutting your thumb in half. Knocking yourself out on the top a door frame. Catching your dinner. Trumpets, Violins, Recorders, Drums, Guitars, Bongos, oh the bongos. Not caring. Regaining balance through having vision. Idaho. Mom telling off the kid at KFC. Mom mom and pop. Grammie and pop. Uncle walter stories. Mr and Mrs Stitt. Car wash. Doing things I shouldn't and not doing things I should. Mountain bikes. Helicopters. Boat shows. Sailing. Drinking, way too much drinking. Winning bets and losing bets. Terp championships. Terps blowing it. The good, the bad, the ugly. Dewey. Ft. Lauderdale. Weddings. Behind the dorms. The waterfalls. You. So, so many more things. Holy shit has life been good. I love my family and I love my friends, thanks to all.

Peace.