All My Friends are Having Kids

All of them. Every single one of them it seems like. I can't get through a week without hearing about when there kid is due or the great pictures they took over the weekend with the little tike. I am not ready to end my life in order to get three hours of sleep a night and shell out cash for a kid who doesn't make a dime in my favor. I know that might sound harsh, but I feel like I am still a kid. My employment has always been sporadic and the only thing I am saving are jobs at Fast Food Restaurants. Seriously, a kid in my near future may lead to thoughts of suicide . My sister just had a baby. Congrats to her and Nate. It is fantastic feeling being an uncle. But I can walk away when I want but still have the bond of family right next to me. When I get home from work I want to hit the gym and than couch surf. Not feed kids, do their homework, and finally trick them into bed .

I am back

 I have taken some time to get refocused. I went and saw Weezer with my girl last week in San Francisco. We stayed at the Top of Nob Hill and saw the show At The Masonic Temple. I highly recommend going to a show there. You can stay at a hotel less than two blocks away and still be near all the action. If you can't bring a girl and get some trim there, you are pretty much the biggest douche ever. The area is pure culture on the top of the hill in San Fran. Just getting to sleep in till 10am was the highlight of the trip. I am usually up at 5am or 6am and the only people up at that time are fat or anorexic chicks going to the gym, construction workers, and people that need to make some money. All three are survivors trying to gain a little ground in this Fucking Rat Race!

It was just fun not to be sitting in a desk or listening to a co-worker talk about what a failure they are. I mean we all enjoy watching our competition take a nose dive , but getting away for the day made my whole shitty month go away. Again I am glad I quit my old job. That place was turning me into a self-defeating creepazoid. Until next time .

I QUIT!

I quit my job. I said goodbye. It wasn't tough. The exhausting part is being somewhere that makes you want to leave, get upset, or feel out of control. Not my cup of tea.

Everyone eventually needs to make their own mark. Whether that means striking out on your own or being a couch potato for the rest of your life . It needs to be started by you and it's accomplishments are only agreeable with you . So give it a chance. Take the first step, the first jump, or learn how to shut the door on something negative holding you back. Chance are you will sleep and feel a whole lot better the next day. Try it and don't look back .

I Feel Pretty Lucky

Nikki and Nate

I feel like a pretty lucky individual today. I got to meet my niece Tyler Trivers for the first time yesterday. She is perfect. I can only imagine the joy that my sister Nikki and Nate must be feeling. It was a long journey for the both of them. They have come so far in their relationship and truly have something that can be respected and followed.

My sister has always been a fighter and a champion. She does things her own way and has been bruised and praised for doing so. She has the biggest heart in the world and would do anything for her family. Nate her soon to be husband has been a great friend to me over the years. We started playing college rugby together on the fields of Chico, Sacramento, and Humboldt. We had the chance to coach together at Sacramento State,and that was the time Nikki and him met.

I couldn't be lickier to have them in my life and I wish them the best of luck for the road ahead. Welcome baby Tyler

Don't Vote, but you can't talk to me about anything serious. Ever

Don't Vote. I don't really care. But don't expect me to listen to you regarding any of the many political topics out there. That includes any conversations about taxes, the unemployment rate, social security, and education. Or as I like to call those four events, you're fucking life and well-being!

The reasons the lack of voting angers me is not because our Great Grandfathers, Grandpas,  Dads, Brothers, and Sisters fought in wars for the simple idea of democracy. It's not  for the fact that our Grandmothers worked for Women's Suffrage and the right for an equal vote. I am not even upset that in the state of California, a population of over 37 million, only about 8 million people voted in the most recent election. And in all reality it is closer to 7.5 million. I am angered because we have a right to vote and to be informed and we fail to do so. But it is only out of our own selfishness that we do so. Nobody sees your vote once you enter into the booth.

Here is the situation that infuriates me about the lack of voter turnout in the Untied States. People all over the world are murdered, raped , and displaced because of there religious and political beliefs. Entire ethnicities are wiped off the face of the earth because of believing in democracy and an equal vote. People around the world burst into tears just for the opportunity to vote for a leader, a savior, or possibly just change .

Maybe we have it too easy here in the US? We have never had to fight for anything that has been taken away from us. Maybe if it was or you had to qualify to vote based on education or volunteerism then the importance would increase? But something needs to change.  

Get Down With The San Francisco Giants

Today is the official day parade for the World Champion San Francisco Giants . They did it, they won the World Series against the Texas Rangers. I am proud of the Giants because no one thought they were going to make it this far . But isn't that what it is all about. Proving the masses are incorrect from time to time .

Making "The Man" eat his words is a better phrase.

Viewing the pictures of the preview to the parade also make me realize that the difference between 1st and 2nd place could be a movement, thought, or idea. In a flash it could all be over. Life is very precious and should not be decided in an instant. But it often is . So you need to celebrate it while it's available.

Bigfoot. It's Real

Bigfoot exists. I am not going to even fathom the possibility that it is a made up creature. The question remains though, What is Bigfoot? Are they Ape, Human, or both? When we do find out what they are it could change how we think about evolution. The simple belief in God could change overnight. I am not saying an apocalypse will brew from the discovery of Bigfoot but I am saying it will lend proof to the existence of non-religious acts of evolution .

I myself believe that Bigfoot may be a hominid that has evolved differently over millions of years. It may carry both Human and Ape genetic traits. We all are related.  Another fear that people may carry is it could be superior in every way to Homo Sapiens . Size, Strength, Mental Alertness, and most important Awareness of Surroundings.  Frankly I don't know what I would do if I ever saw one. I don't even want to suspect my reactions.

The bottom-line is Bigfoot is out there. They have alluded human contact from non-native residents for over 500 years. They have been successful in living and successfully raising offspring. I think one day we will be very surprised on exactly how far they have come .

Stand up for who?

 I am at a crossroad of career change and perpetuating doubt about what to do next?  I have so many great things in my little insignificant life and I should be very thankful for them all. I am.  But when it comes to work and employment I hit the wall. I have never had a job that pays over a hundred thousand and I have never been a part of a corporation that offers health, 401K, or any of the  employee perks companies offer. I consider myself very smart but how smart can one claim to be when they aren't even in control of their income? I mean really? I am going to make two thousand dollars this month. Seriously! After taxes it is going to be in the neighborhood of sixteen hundred dollars. Not much for an apparently intelligent individual. Dumb du-dumb dumb!

So what am I suppose to do? I could fake it to make? I could give up and continue to work for a very small paycheck? I could get off my ass and go find something else( I already have been doing this but this a blog people). Or I can become my own boss? Find something that I am talented enough to accomplish and hopefully bust my ass at trying to make it happen.

Life is funny that way. You need to keep scratching away just to make a dent. But I will keep scratching and clawing  because it has to be better than the job I got now .

Go San Francisco Giants. Keep it Heavy on the Luck and Bring God



Willie M



Usually I am the guy that says "Fuck Baseball!" Compared to Basketball or Football it doesn’t hold a candle to my attention span. Though Rugby is my game of choice, in the United States, it isn't getting a lot of television play. So here we are with baseball. Ready to embark on the San Francisco Giants' quest to win the World Series. I know they can do it but what happens when something you have dreamed of all your life becomes a reality? You have been thanking all of these underlying feelings your entire life. Those feeling might as well be bullshit but they have seemed to work. God and Luck may as well be the same thing. Neither got professional players to the point that they are at but we can all pretend can't we? I mean at some point both entities may or may not have played a role in the success of the individual. But the player draws power in knowing that even if it didn’t it would be hard to prove against. It is sort of like relating your good looks to a parent. That person may not even be your real Dad but you get a sense of accomplishment and strength knowing these physical attributes were originally from them.

      This brings me to my next point. What is wrong with pretending, using your imagination, or making it all up to benefit you? Sounds like a game plan to me. Make it all up if it gets you to the spot of optimum performance. It is sort of like reciting you third grade baseball team in your head while you're pounding a hot chick. Bringing random thoughts and scenarios in your head assists you in becoming the best at that point in time. Or at least it keeps the momentum going until she is satisfied. You know how bitches are…

So my thoughts to the Giants are be fake, make it up, bullshit your way tot he top because if you look at the stats, media, or the history than you are going to lose. I will be giving you all my good luck lasers and praying to Allah in hopes that you will win the World Series and tell the Rangers to go "Fuck Themselves". Good luck to you San Francisco Giants.

Every show on T.V. wants me to shed a tear

                      It's the god damn truth! Every show on the television wants me to break down and cry in sadness or glory. It doesn't matter to them. Just as long as my tears are flowing. Hopefully for show sponsors(there's "TheMan" again)the moment I start to cry it goes to commercial break and keeps me interested just long enough that I don't dare flip the channel. I am sure reality television shows hate commercials too but if they want Snooki to be able to loose enough weight for next season they have to keep her paid. POOR PEOPLE EAT MORE CARBS AND LESS PROTEIN. It's a fact.USDA research But back to my initial thoughts about T.V. making me shed tears.

               I watch a little of everything. And what I mean by that is I try to watch as many beginning and ends of programs that I can. The best stuff happens in the first 11 minutes and in the last 6 minutes of a 1 hour show.  But turn to any prime time non-comedy show and chances are you better break out the box of Kleenex. The worst culprits are those Makeover Shows. Whether it's a house, school, boss, face, or body when that object gets a new coat of paint, tears will be shed. Throw a retard or disabled person in the mix and the chances of crying are double. Pop a down and out Mom in there and I may need to be hydrated before I watch the show . Mission accomplished. These shows enforce the fact that despite my low self-esteem and self-defeating personality , I am most definitely not the most pathetic person on the planet. And provided with the proper tools the person I originally thought was the most pathetic person in the world now has a new house, job, lease on life, or maybe even the chance to get laid.



Extreme Home Makeover

        What does crying do? It makes us feel human again. But human enough to do what? To make a change, a correction, or maybe a difference. Hopefully for the show sponsors just enough to make you want to clean up your act and buy something.