Saturday, February 28, 2009

ScribeFire

Haven't posted here in a long while, but I recently installed ScribeFire a Firefox addon, and I'm posting to all of my blogs today. Cause its easier and I'm lazy. Blogging was too archaic and tedious to add pictures (the way I wanted them to be added, linking back to the image's page and not to the image itself) so hopefully I'll be more regular here.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Alot of different things

Alot of different things have been on my mind for the past few weeks. Progress. Changes. Absolution. Gratitude...

After I shaved my head I went to work out in the yard, and for the first day, I didnt put any sunscreen on. That left me a bit burnt, abit flaky after a week as well. The rest of the week I wore a wet shirt tied like a turban. The cool water that I kept applying was nice, like a soothing liquid crown.
Cutting down some trees in the front yard and sweating in the sun while the rest of the country is in mid-freeze, we tried to save as many birds nests as we came across. We realized that this project probably should have been done in the winter rather than spring. Eliel relocated most of them up into the stumps that were left at about 12 feet.




These Italian Cypress are really nice trees when properly maintained and trained. These must be about 40 years old and have never been trimmed or shaped. Crows landing on small branches too whole sections and sprouted them out at unflattering angles. The worst part is the needles, as the branches grow close to the trunk, they catch all of the loose needles, and pile them in the middle of the tree. The tree then responds by growing out the branches wider and bushier, and makes a great 60 foot candlestick if any wayward fireworks embed themselves into it. I really liked these trees regardless of their nature, they kill most plants underneath them with their needles, but they withstand the howling Santa Susana winds which blast through the valley at Indianapolis 500 speeds. Riping them out to plant more estetically pleasing trees, possibly Birch, and uping the curb appeal of the house was one of the many goals. Well that part of the project is half way through.

Some of my friends are at odds with each other. We didn't all grow up together, we more found each other through (circumstance?) I really don't follow that line of thought; Chance, Luck. Whatever it was, we were all destined to cross paths and become friends. Some of us became close friends with a bond that I recognize as best of friendship, others we all tolerated, I being in both of these groups. Lori was one that I got along with, but we probably would not have been friends with under other circumstances. We grew to like each other and admire good qualities. Kent was one of those people that almost anyone could get along with, he had a good heart. I think that I got along with Dave better than he got along with me, he had no qualms about letting me know that I was a dork, and that I already knew. Heather was also one that was able to get along with a wide range of people, a peotic life. Matt, along with Kent were my most close friends growing up, and I didn't really hang out with them until High School. Matt has the type of personality that is magnetic.
After High School Matt and Lori married, had three children and 18 years into it, she left him, actually she pushed him out. Matt has recently married Tanya,and overcoming the hurt. Dave and Heather married and are in the Abyss called Southern Utah. they were the first to have children, three boys. Kent married, moved to Hawaii and then back, and has subsequently disappeared. I married Matt's sister Jennifer, and we're in the same house I was in when I was 9.
Loris actions during her split with Matt upset me and most of Matt's family. She doesnt understand it. I wrote her an open letter here;

<&amp>No one is perfect and I'll be first to point out my own faults; I'm a dork first and foremost... there are too many to list. I wonder how my friends put up with me growing up, sometimes I see that they didn't, but they're imperfect as well.
<&amp>I remember sitting in your livingroom as you spoke of your love and how you felt that you couldn't live without him, and later to hear that you say you were not happy for the last few years, is an outright lie even to yourself.
<&amp>When I came up to Chico that fateful night after Matt came to to Simi to get some sanity from his world that was spinning; and I saw where he was and where you were, I told you not to do what you were doing. I sat over the next year as you caressed his cheek while punching him in the stomach.
<&amp>When we were all in San Diego you kept touting the 'let's be friends' motive, but friends don't do what you were doing. You were stringing him along as a safety curtain for yourself. You were allowing him to believe that there was a possiblility of a reconciliation when in your mind it was over. Be honest with yourself.
<&amp>"Its always been about Lori and her feelings above all others, since Royal High where she would push her way through the hallways, not caring if she was bumping into people or who she was hurting." This sums it up. Its always been about Lori and her feelings above all others.
<&amp>You were my sister. you still are... it would be hypocritical of me to say that your life from now on should be miserable.
<&amp>I pointed all of this out because I hated seeing what was happening to Matt. I felt I had to make him angry at you to see the situation as it was. So I pointed out your faults and rubbed them in. In doing so, I expose some of my own, but at least Matt is in a better place now, not continuing to get a slug in the gut.
<&amp>What other husband cooked dinner, cleaned the house and dishes, while his wife went to school, all the while working himself? Matt was a great husband. No, I didn't live with him, but I could see from another husbands point of view that he did more than his share in that marriage. I should say here that he IS a great husband. Tanya could say it better than I...

No one is without difficulties and imperfection in all aspects. Heather and Matt are no longer friends because of info that was withheld during the divorce and general bitterness going back and forth. I dont blame anyone in all of it, it just sucks to watch it happen.

"Dont stop believing, hold on to that feeling" the song screams. Where did it all go? For me it morphed into my marriage and my children. My wife is the most important person in the world. Not just because she is my wife, but because I love her. Words can never express it. Pictures and videos only document and show effects of it. There is an old adage that goes; 'I need you because I love you', not 'I love you because I need you'. The first being a truer love, regardless of ulterior motives, the latter being the need to possess (for whatever is being returned). She is thoughtful and considerate of others, a peacekeeper. She serves and helps others willingly without regards for compensation. In and of herself, she is a good person.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

On why we think what we think

I listened as a colleague spoke of another co-worker in one fashion, then when he spoke with our supervisor, he had a different tone, used different words to describe a situation, which in turn influenced the way the boss felt within himself towards this co-worker. I see that we are all influenced by others around us and what we hear and perceive effects how we act and think, even subconsciously.
I would like to be stalwart and immovable in my convictions uninfluenced by other people’s decisions and ideas, but when I see people who are of this ideology, I see that their stout stance has blinded them to the limitless possibilities they have.
Things that we can't control, we either run away from or face and fix. The problem is that sometimes most of the time we don't understand why we are feeling the way that we are feeling. Understanding why is a key though to unlocking and facing all of our problems in life. I don’t meditate enough. Therein lies one of the best answering devices God gave us, to look within.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Deeper Meanings

I feel sure that there are deeper meanings in all that we see, and we are content to just scratch the surface of our reality or non-reality if you prefer...
Deeper Meanings
Image by BKliban.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Life is odd. I keep trying to figure it out and just when I think I've got it I get a slap. We're here in imperfection, dealing with people who are imperfect and trying to perfect ourselves, which we really can't in this life anyway. I realize that I not only am imperfect, but in dealing with imperfect people, I can't expect perfect results.

I feel more like life is more for not only choosing, but trying. Like the idea that superheroes have the ability to be in many different places at once, then choose which place to be in when they need to be there, we choose by making mistakes and then realizing what we really want in life and choosing hopefully the better choice.

I've always believed that everything happens for a purpose, even our mistakes and crap. Who we are is from what we've done, good and bad, and tho theres things I'd like to change about myself, I love who I am. God is smart enough to know exactly whats going to happen and what we're going to choose, and the ultimate Love is to allow us to choose it.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

On who I am

I feel different ways about the exact same thing (maybe its my understanding of things?) in other words, I might say that what I think isn't me, but I also understand that it is me in a sense. theres really no way to classify and quantify everything, as much as i try to put myself into a box and say 'this is who I am'. so my thoughts are me and they are not me... theres the insanity that makes sense.

Who am I? I still ask myself this simple but never-ending question. I think it helps to allow me to continue to think about it and understand my world, and my place in it. I realized that I am a never-ending being, who although am encased in a mortal shell, the shell is not me. At death I am still me with or without my body, even though my body will be perfected and restored, the me in I is my spirit.

As soon as I realized that I am eternal and reaffirmed that to myself, I knew that no matter what happened to me in life that it couldn't hurt me, I was free from the worry of death and all the things of this world. I work for the benefit of others after I am gone, so that they will benefit from my work.

Who I am is restraint. If I didn't have some restraint in what I say and do and even think, then I would be a completely different person and would not be here where I am today. The REAL me is who I want to be and not always who I am today. Actually the real me is what I do and think and feel each day, good and bad, and I'm ok with that. I still love who I am and the God who created me. I know God loves you and I even with all of the crap that we give Him, and the crap we put ourselves through. Amazing. I realized a while ago, that there truly was nothing that I could do, or fail to do, that would lose the love of God to me. Sure I live with consequences of my actions, but God will still love me through all of it.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Welcome to the ever changing world of thought

Well, here starts the Philosophy of Rob wherein I will expound the universe, unfortunately right now I have to pee, so I'll expound later...