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Name a book

Posted: March 7, 2017 in Uncategorized
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I have a lot of books that I need to read, but I want to know what you guys suggest for me to read. I have a lot of faith that you guys will choose a good book, so please tell me!

I usually only read improvement books, or books that can make me better at writing/life. I have over 40 books that help me with that, but sometimes it is best to change your path and step out of your comfort zone! This is why I want you to pick my next book. I think it is best that I reach out to you guys. You are some of the brightest people I know. 

  Recently, I have started to read “Art to leadership” which is helping me become a better general manager. The book isn’t just for managers though. It is made for anyone that will ever be in leadership of anyone. So if you are someone that is in leadership, and you want to get better, then you really need to grab that book! It won’t be a waste of money, I promise. 
Thank you for your suggestions. I will be posting longer post soon. I want you guys to pick my next book, though. I hope that you will let me know. It would help me out a lot!!! Thanks babes! 

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Losing you hurt

Posted: February 28, 2017 in Uncategorized
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WE take life for granted. We are only giving one shot at life and we take it for granted. We think that we will stay healthy forever, when we wont. The truth is that we hold back in life and we are stupid for doing so. Life is a hour glass where each second is another grain falling through the glass.
We settle in life, hoping that one day everything will come together. “One day, I will go back to school, but not now” We put our dreams to the side because it would be too uncomfortable to actually do something different. So instead, we will stay at that same job, the one that we hate so much, because we don’t think that we will ever be good enough for the job that we want. It could be from fear or maybe from laziness, either way, we are just wasting our precious time on this earth. Someday, you will wake up and you will be old. You will see that your whole life was wasted because you feared to do anything different. Those dreams that you had will be just that, DREAMS! You’ll want to go back in time and change those decisions, but it will be to late. Genies don’t exist. You can’t just wish back those years that you wasted, but instead, you get to look back and see everything that you gave up.
I watched as a mans life was taking from him. He was the nicest guy you would ever want to know. He always walked around with a smile, never upset about his life. Then, out of no where, he was taking from us. He had a history of heart problems, which is what caused him to die, but he still had a lot of time left (in the eyes of years.) He didn’t know that today was going to be his last day. He got up like he usually does. He went to work and clocked in. He was coming back from the bathroom. He stopped to sit in my store, but he wasn’t able to take the seat. Instead, he had a heart attack and fell to the ground. I didn’t know what to do. I called the emergency line and got someone there as soon as possible. When they got there, his face was purple. He was lifeless, but they went to work, hoping that they could bring him back. He had a heart rhythm when he left, but he didn’t make it.
Today taught me a lot. He still had years left to live, but he wasn’t able to take advantage of those years. This should wake us up to see that we aren’t indestructible, we could die at any time. I watched this young kid (when I was young) fight for his life at 10 years old. He also didn’t survive. He was 10-years-old and had his life taken from him. He had a bright future in whatever he decided to do, but he wasn’t giving the shot.
Stop! Stop holding back from living your life. If you want that damn job, bust your ass to get that job. If you want to go back to school, then go back to school. Don’t tell yourself that you will go back soon. You might not have that much time left. You are cheating yourself from the happiness that you deserve. So, take a damn stand. Tell yourself that you are going to succeed, then go out there and actually make a damn move. You were called for a purpose, it is your responsibility to fullfill that purpose, because life could end any day. Don’t be too scared to make moves today, where you miss out on living tomorrow.

Dear Ben,
You inspired me to live a happy life. You were someone that had lost everything, but you still stood strong and kept a big smile on your face. I will miss not seeing you, everyday, in my store. See, you were someone that I would wait to see. You came in and we would discuss history as you waited for your food. You always had a new book, most of them I didn’t know about, but you kept me interested in the topic. I was never a history fan, but I could see that you were really passionate about it. I didn’t know what you were talking about, but I couldn’t stop you from talking, nor did I want to. I will miss our talks, but know that you inspired me to live a happy life. Even after you lost your house, you still kept that big grin on your face. Thank you for your lessons. I will never forget you!! Rest in peace!

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This Blog is dedicated to Ben!

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    Driving a lot means that you need something to do while looking out the window. I find that listening to music makes that stare much easier. The one problem that I have been facing is that I have limited Cds and I have listened to all of them at least two bazillion times. Still needing my joyful noise, I decided to turn on the radio. I am a country fan, but those stations only play the same five songs per 45 minutes, which means that I got bored really quickly. I scanned through the channels, hoping to find something new. I quickly stumbled upon this song. This song had a great beat, but that isnt what drew me to it. The message behind the great beat held my heart for the whole three minutes. If you have heard “Scars to your beautiful by: Alessia Cara” Then you know what I am talking about. The song is perfect for those fighting within to stay about their appearance.

“She just wants to be beautiful, she goes unnoticed, she knows no limits, she craves attention, she praises an image she prays to be.”

These are the first lyrics to the song. How could you start off a song any better? But then she goes on.

“Oh, she don’t see the light that’s shining, deeper than the eyes can find it, Maybe we have made her blind, so she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away, Cause cover girls don’t cry after their face is made.”

We live in a world full of girls and guys that are told they’re ugly. They are told that they will never amount to anything. They will be told that they must be certain way if they ever want to achieve their goals. Because of the world telling these amazing people that they are nothing, they forget that they are bright as the stars and will no longer shine. The grow dim, shutting off to the world and will let the world began to mold them into something that they are not. Broken inside they will cover up behind a smile, because deep inside they believe they are nothing without all the make-up.

Alessia goes into the chorus to say:

This world is a dark place. The people will never accept you, because they will always find something that is wrong, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t shine. You are the person that you are suppose to be and that shouldn’t change because of someone’s words. Instead, you should stand up against them, say screw changing yourself and change their hearts.

There are girls and guys out there starving themselves because of models. These people say that its okay to starve, that they can handle the pain. They want to do everything in their power to be accepted, so they will starve themselves until they begin to fade away. What these people don’t understand is that they are perfect. These people that are hurting were worth our attention before they began to starve themselves.

What can we do though?

We can be the ones that help them. She was told by another girl that she isnt pretty, so tell her that she is pretty. He was told, by another boy that he is too girl, so tell him he is great the way he is. She is being made fun of because she is 400 pounds, so step in and tell them to lay off. Grab her bags and help her. He is being made fun of because he smells, so buy him some deodorant. Simple things can help people overcome a lot. You don’t have to have superpowers to be someone’s hero, just be you.
If you are someone that is fighting with your self-image, remember that you are beautiful. No one can take the place of you, because only you are the perfect you. No one else can smile like you, laugh like you or love like you. Your life is beautiful even with scars. You are bright as the stars when you smile, so keep your head up. You’re not alone, we are in this together. Stop chasing after something that you’re not, because you are perfect just the way you are. 

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​There was an old story that was going to be something. I wrote 5 chapters before scrapping the project. Now, after years, I am going to show you guys the first chapter. Sorry about the spacing.. 

The pastor stands there holding his bible. He is dressed in a nice black suit with a red tie, that has a little button on the tip that says “Forgiven.” Indicating that anything that passes this world into paradise must first be forgiven by something bigger than ourselves.

“We are gathered here today to remember the life of Theordore Ramsey. Though he lived a short life, the length of time he had here affected many.” I could hear the agonizing cries from all of my friends and family, it is breaking my heart to hear the sound, but I cant do anything, which has to be the worse part!

“And though we don’t know why God took our young man, we have to believe that he has a purpose.” Ah that’s not right pastor, don’t tell them that, don’t make them question what purpose God has for my death. Telling them that will make them hate God even more! Be Sensitive to them!

I cant hear the pastor anymore? I guess that means he is done talking? I sure hope so, his speech was okay, but overall he needs help! There is no reason that I should be crying at my funeral, well besides the fact that I am dead. Other than that, I should not be crying, but with this pastor, I was bawling the whole time that he was speaking.

I thought they were about to put the roses on my coffin and seal me in the ground, but then I heard her voice, her sweet soft voice. The voice I fell in love with, the voice I would wake up to every morning. The voice I would hear screaming at me when I would make her made, even then it was beautiful. Her voice is voice that I will miss the most once I am six feet under. I hope I don’t forget that sound. I hope that every second I am in this coffin, I hear her voice.

She begins to talk about how we spent our life together, the best parts and she even talked about some of the rough parts. But there was one part of her speech that really touched me, it was the night before we split, it was a week before our wedding. Emotions were high, stress even higher, so I decided that I wanted to go watch the sunset, and get her home before ten like the old days. It went like this:   

It is 8 o’clock P.M. Central timing, if you were trying to imagine how dark it is at this point, it isn’t that dark, the sun is just pearing over the horizon. Usually the sun goes down by now, but for some reason it has decided that it wasn’t ready to leave its resting place for the night.

 I wish at this point that we could pause time and cherish the time that we have together, I never once took it for granted, but I never truly was appreciative for it. So maybe I did take it for granted.

We were lying on a blanket, luckly it was a nice night in Illinois, since the rest of the week after that was a complete mess, I believe that there was even snow in July? I hate weather inIllinois, it was more bipolar than my in-laws. I liked my in-laws, as much as I like kittens. They are nice from a distance, but when they get close, all they do is bite.

Anyways, we were lying on the blanket, I supported a pair of kaki shorts, where she wore her jean mini-skirt, I couldn’t keep my mind off her legs, making it harder for me to wait that week for our wedding, I just had to tell her that I wanted to wait. I believed waiting was the best option for our marriage. If something would have happened to us, and she wouldn’t of been whole for her husband, as she wanted to be, I would of felt horrible. So waiting it was. She just didn’t make it easy on me!

“I am getting a little chilly.” I wrapped her in my arms to help her body warm up, she enjoyed the feeling, as did I. We talked about the wedding the whole night, talking about the objects we still needed to buy and what we still needed to do for the special day. Which wasn’t much, we only had a few things left to do being: Paying the pastor and booking a hotel for our honeymoon. Overall we have all this wedding paid for, even though we didn’t decide to plan until six months before, because we are smart!

We are getting to the point in this memory where I cant remember all the details, even if I did it would be hard to explain, but I will try my hardest to give you all the correct descriptions!

We decided that at 9:30 we were going home, well it got to that time and we packed up the car with the blankets from her mother’s room. I wanted to drive 20 mph the whole way there, because after tonight the only time we were going to talk is if we had a question about the wedding. We wanted to build tension between each other to make it more exciting on our big day.

I dropped her off at her house, she gave me a long passionate kiss that I embraced happily knowing it was going to be my last one for a week. I went in for another one before she exited the car, but she smirked, and told me I had to wait. The torture was enforced, as she wanted me to cry on the inside, she wanted me to feel pain, for telling her she had to wait to have kids. She wanted me to regret my decision, and I was for sure.

I watched her as she walked into her house, it was late so she asked me to not go up to the door, as I said before in-laws are jerks, so I had to watch her from a distance. She turned around and gave me a blow-kiss. I returned the favor and drove off. 

 It was 1 A.m. when she got the call, telling her to get to the hospital. The doctor told her that I was in extreme condition and that I will not make it through the night. I then heard a loud scream, and crying, before blacking out.



The warm weather made Christmas feel different. Then the rain brought down the spirit, more. But the worst part of yesterday was that a huge fight broke out. The fight left a few individuals very upset, but that didn’t last long. Our family can never stay mad. The fight was over within hours and there we stood, working things out. 

This brings me to the meaning of Christmas. This was something that I did last year. But I have wanted to do it again. This is because during these times, I feel like we get caught up in the gifts, stress and all the wrong reasons to celebrate. This generation gets caught up with the idea of gifts and their selves that they forget to appreciate the small things. 

I had a whole bunch of great gifts! I got my set of books, a car vacuum, new paints, Puma clothing, and a really awesome laptop! I couldn’t have been happier with the gifts, but that wasn’t the best part of the night. They best part came after the gifts were unwrapped. The best part was spending time with my family.

On Christmas Eve, I found myself hanging with people that I haven’t seen in about 4 years; this being my dad’s side of the family. We had a little get together. At first, I wasn’t able to find enjoyment, but after I laid down my pride I wss able to enjoy myself. This came when I actually started to connect with my family, again. 

This might have been a good time, but the best thing came during the night side of Christmas, after a day of fighting. Everyone came over and joked around. Then my cousins and I decided to try all of the hot sauce that I had previously received that week. We sat around a table and pulled numbers from a cup to decide which hot sauce to try. During this, we all joked around and had a blast. The hot sauce was fantastic and it all showed that you don’t have to receive anything to love the season. 

CHRISTMAS has became about getting the perfect gift. So much zone that we have forgotten that Christmas is about family. Love is suppose to be the center of Christmas. This being said, why do we stress out so much about buying gifts, that only brings anger and hatred. CHRISTMAS is suppose to bring families close, not tear them apart. That is the real meaning of Christmas. The meaning being; instead of worrying about buying a gift that honestly won’t matter in a year, why don’t we spend the time reconnecting and sharing memories as a family. Only then will we feel the magic of Christmas, again. 

It’s suppose to snow today! There should be snow falling by 9 o’clock in the morning! The snow chance is in the high 70%, giving us hope that we might actually have a white Christmas, the only problem is the tempature isn’t going to drop! 

In order for the snow to last it must stick. In order for it to stick the ground has to be under 32*f but the weather says it suppose to stay above 35*F all day! The snow will melt before it can cover, well unless we have a blizzard! Oh that would be fancy, but it doesn’t look possible. 

Even if it snows, we still have to go through all of tomorrow(Christmas Eve) with the weather being in the mid-40s. The snow wouldnt last! But what about Christmas? There is a high chance of precipitation on Christmas. The problem with this is that the weather is calling for rain instead of snow! 

For another year, we are looking at a green Christmas. This time it will be a muddy mess, though. It’s going to rain all day on Christmas, which is definitely not what we wanted! I think you guys would agree that you’re tired of not having a white Christmas, right? I know I am right! Rain doesn’t give you a giving heart! No, it gives you a sour, negative vibe that could ruin a special day, like Christmas. 

I stand for moving Christmas to January. The snow always falls in January, giving us a horrible start to another year. It’s okay to have snow during Christmas, but anytime otherwise is not wanted!!!! I suggest that we make this change, immediately! I’m tired of not having a white Christmas! Are you with me? If you are, give this a huge like!!! 

Lets be serious

I want to take a minute and be serious. I know that I have been doing a lot of goofy crap with Bart, but tonight I want to slow everything down and talk about someone I miss a lot. This person has been gone for over two months and I can’t take it anymore. I really miss him and don’t know if my weeks will ever be the same.

It happened on a Sunday night. He was walking his wife to their friends house, when this big bully forced them to their knees. This bully went on to torture their minds by playing a few mind games. I heard he tried to fight this bully off, but the bully had more bully friends that held him down. He told my friend to stay down or he will just hurt both of them. I wish I could have helped, but that wasn’t the case. Nothing I could have done would have helped. This bully had a problem, he already was convinced that he had to do this.

The picture was painted in my head that this guy pulled out his weapon and pointed it at both of them. The bully was still trying to make his mind up, so he kept putting his weapon in each of their faces, taunting that he only needed one, then the other could go. My friend was brave, but this brought him to tears, hell everyone had to be in tears! His tears didn’t stoop the bully, though. The bully lifted his weapon and dropped it quickly, letting out a long, dark laugh! “I’m joking….” He laughed, but suddenly lifted his bat again “NOT!” as he slammed his bat onto his head, popping his eye out of his skull.

My friend died that night after the bully kept hitting him, after the initial blow! His wife told me that she couldn’t even recognize who he was!! She is heart broken, as she was pregnant with his child. She is being strong, but I know she really misses him. Through this, I don’t know how she kept the child safe, but I am glad that she did.

I usually don’t make these types of post, but I really miss this man. He was my favorite character and the show isn’t the same without him. I just got done watching The Walking Dead and I must say, Glenn was the glue that kept me interested in the show, without him the show isn’t the same….I miss him! Will you pray for Glenn and his wife, Maggie? We need all the prayers we can get….R.I.P Glenn!!!

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I have been missing from this blog. I haven’t posted regularly for a few weeks. But this last week, I didn’t post nearly at all. There are a few reasons to this, which I will be talking about. I shouldn’t disappear anymore, but we may never know. Also, I give out…cookies

   Hello guys,

Thank you for your time, I promise to keep things short and sweet. Lately, my life has been really crazy. So crazy that I have been pulled away from this great hobby. Let me tell you about my recent accident, my sickness, and our newest purchase. Let us start with the accident; 

I was trying to get home to get some sleep, since I worked later that night. There I was, sitting in the line at the red light, waiting for the light to turn green. Out of nowhere, a car slammed into my rear end and flew into 3 other cars. I got out of my car and saw that my car was destroyed. The wheel was fully pulled around, as the axel was been, the brake line was snapped and gas poured from the gas tank. I screamed and threw my keys as I went to get the guys information. The guy got out of his car (that was jammed under a van.) The guy told me that he didn’t hit my car, so I pointed at the tire and laughed, saying “Nah, I just love driving with a broken tire…” Everyone laughed. Long story short, it took 89 years to get all the information wrote down, but we finally got it done. I called off that night (from work), but we didn’t stay for long. We didn’t have car, but we needed one. My back was killing me, but I knew we needed to get things done. This meant that I needed to get up and get things going. This is where the purchase came into play.

 We bought a new car! We went to the car dealership and got a car, though we expected a crappy old car, we were able to get a 2013 Hyundai Elantra with only 63,000 miles. This little purchased only cost us 11,000 dollars. This was a great buy for us, and we are excited to announce it! 

Now, while all this was going on, I also got sick. I don’t know if I have a cold or allergies, but I have fully lost my voice. My throat is sore, my head hurts, my body aches and I have pressure in every part of my body. I have still been working, but it has been hell. I have been drinking more water, hot tea, also I have been eating gobs and gobs of Halls. None of this has been helping, but I am going to keep doing what I have been doing. Ariel and a handful of people have been making fun of me, all because of my voice. Screw them, I say. I find it funny, though. 

How does this tie all together? Because everything has me either busy or just in a blah mood. I never knew how much work comes with a wreck..but it’s a lot. Lately, most days have keep me busy until 8pm. Then I am also sick, which takes away any and all motivation. I don’t want to be awake let alone do I want to write. But hopefully I can get this back up and going and we grow togrther, again. Until then, look at our new car!!!  

Week 2 is on its way. We are here to bring you the predictions for this weeks matchups. I totally biffed and forgot about Thursday….But we all knew Jets had it. Either way, we are here to see who will win the other games. I also include what game I thought would be the closest. I want you to tell me who you think will win, so go ahead and express your love!
      Note: Something went wrong when bringing over the text that caused everything to be capalized…I will fix this by next week….promise!!!

                                                                             My prediction record: 0-0
49ERS AT PANTHERS
Winner: Panthers

COWBOYS AT REDSKINS
      WINNER: COWBOYS

BENGALS AT STEELERS
Winner: Steelers

SAINTS AT GIANTS
Winner: Saints

DOLPHINS AT PATRIOTS
Winner: Patriots

CHIEFS AT TEXANS
Winner: Texans

TITANS AT LIONS
WINNER: TITANS———-CLOSE GAME 17-14

RAVENS AT BROWNS
WINNER: RAVENS

SEAHAWKS AT RAMS
WINNER: SEAHAWKS

BUCCANEERS AT CARDINALS
WINNER: CARDINALS

JAGUARS AT CHARGERS
Winner: Jaguars

FALCONS AT RAIDERS
Winner: Raiders

COLTS AT BRONCOS
Winner: Broncos

PACKERS AT VIKINGS
Winner: Packers

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 19TH

EAGLES AT BEARS
Winner: Bears

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Why do we show these things?
Today, we are giving a new look into a recent gun down, as two police officers took the life of 37-year-old, Alton Sterling, after they had him on the ground. Sterling was said to be armed and dangerous, which led to both officers pulling their gun on the young man. The video has went viral, leading to the FBI opening a civil rights case. Sterling was said to be deceased by the time the ambulance got there.

Of course, with the video going viral we will be getting a lot of response by different races, across the world. The responses have already began to pour in, and they are what I suspected. One side of the argument is “He is a criminal, he should be shot,” and the other side is “They only shot him because he’s of the black community.” The fact that a man got shot and the first response is to make it a racial thing, sickens me, and the media is to be blamed.

The media will use anything like this, in order for them to sell another story. There are a thousand things going on in the world, but they choose to make the black man getting shot the biggest story, why? Because racial differences are sensitive, and they know that there is money waiting in the story. They know that this will flame up both whites and blacks, leading to people to talk more about the story, and leading people to read it. Yes, the incident is horrible, but the important thing to remember, during these situations, is that we are all human and we all matter.

Whether the cop shot him on purpose or not, we will never know. I am sure that there was some foul play, but either way, we can’t do anything about that. We can’t change the fact that a father is gone, but we can give his family time to heal. Its selfish for us to bring in race, when there are children hurting from the loss. We need to give them the time they need, and maybe one day we will have answers, and Sterling will have his justice, but until then, we can use this time to unite, as one.

All lives matter. It is horrible that the cop shot him, but that doesn’t change the fact that we all matter. Whites matter, Hispanics matter, Blacks matter, Irish matter, we all matter. Once we get that, the media won’t be able to take advantage of these situations, and use them to turn us against each other. I stand with all people, no matter the ethnicity. My prayers go out to the Sterling family, as they face the hardest days ahead of them. I am truly sorry for your loss, and pray for the best that can come. Again, sorry.    

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