My internal jukebox is on overtime

It's been a long time since I have felt this way, but it feels damn good. SO, as I am how I am I must give you a preview of the playlist. I always find that the songs are in there because of the vibes I am digging on from other people, so know that I am thinking about you...

Need a pick me up? Click me :)

Feeling a program slump? Start with the first step...lol Seriously, feel this I know you have been here.














I will not be here over the weekend since my laptop got stolen, but I will be back on Monday. Let's hope the music keeps jamming until then.

PS my RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR example was not an true to life example of J. Of course if you know her at all you already knew that.

A productive day.

I have done so much today, I am having my relaxing cup of coffee and getting ready to do the mindless activity of boob tube. We mowed, weedeated, gardened, parented, and then I finished off the evening with a ride on the Nighthawk with the wife on the back.

We have hit a really good spot in our relationship, and I LOVE that she wanted to ride with me. Even though she told me this morning that I was RRRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR like. For those of you who don't know what the roar thing is well, if you have a wife I am sure you have experienced it...lol And if you are a wife or have ever been one you have done it. Here is an example. You are in a perfectly good mood doing your favorite activity say blogging. You are intensely banging your fingers on the keyboard, you are so involved you aren't even remembering to breath. In walks the other half chowing down with slapping jaws and talking at the same time, which is causing that noise that makes you throw up in your mouth so you stop and turn around to address him and all he hears is RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRR!!

ROFL

Well, I can't think anymore. Goodnight!

A quick hello.

KC is back in KY for now, so I thought I would drop a quick hello here to all of you. I will be back to write a long post later, but I had to say that it really sucks not having a computer in Chicago. UGH! Even though it sucks, I am grateful for the City workers who came by at the perfect moment to pick up all of the former owner's things. It finally feels like it is OUR house. I am grateful for J knowing how to paint so well, even though we don't always agree on the colors. More to come later, as my friend in the twin cities says "Make it a great day, because you just don't have a great day!"

The Lord's Prayer.

We all know it, we all say it, but let me tell you I have said it thousands of times, but never have I meant it as much as I did when I said it the other day.

I was raised in a pentacostal home, my mother was very strict with her religion, and though my father used to be before Vietnam he never went to church with us. He did believe, but he denied the Lord because of his experiences in the war. (but that's another post...)

Anyhow, I was told I needed to have my home blessed by Mrs. Rose, due to the creepy radio thing. My Grandmother sent me several prayer cloths when I moved in, and my Mother sent me home with some holy oil and a few more after the break in. I know that most all of you who read here have heard the cusses flow from my mouth, and you will likely laugh when you read this, BUT if you know me or have ever went down this path with me you will know I hold my morals VERY close to my heart. Moreover, I have VERY VERY strongly rooted beliefs. So...

I was told to put three drops of oil on each door and window, and to pray over my home. So last Sunday I spent time with myself for a few hours and I paced, and I prayed, and I cried, and I prayed, and I blessed the cloths with three drops of oil, and I prayed, and I cried. NOW, in the midst of my praying I entered the root cellar of my old house. This is where the burglars entered my home. I prayed in the room, I taped a prayer cloth on the window turned to walk out the door and

STOP

was staring me in the face. Yeah that's right S-T-O-P had been written on the inside of the door in the cellar. CREEPY, instantly I felt the need to pray again I closed my eyes and these are the words I prayed and thoughts that were represented.

Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.

Self explanatory.

Thy kingdom come.

Only HP has the right to judge, and that's why the kingdom comes, I can NOT judge the thieves.

Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven.

This happened to us for a reason, and I will try to find your lesson here.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Feed my mind, heart, soul and stomach father. Thank you for the ability to accomplish all four.

And forgive us our trespasses,

If I have hurt or offended anyone today please allow ammends to be made.

As we forgive those who trespass against us.

BIG TEARS. Father forgive the people who entered my home, I know what it is to want and not have. Moreover, I know what it is to need and not have.

And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.

Father, help me not to feel anger and insecurity through this time, rather let me see what it is that I can do to help you to help me.

For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.

Amen.

I feel very strongly that anger is the root of all negative emotion, BUT before you can be angry your feelings have to have been hurt. SO, am I hurt that I was robbed? YES, but I will not carry anger, and I will learn from this what ever lesson there is. Am I afraid? YES, but I have the comfort of my family and friends and their nightly prayers for my safety. (OH yeah, and soon the help of two of my best friends Smith & Wesson...lol) I will not live in fear, I will not let this rule me, and I am grateful for being able to look ahead.

Home again. Head spinning.

Home in KY that is.
The other house is in the windy city.
I think I need to change my blogger name to KCruisin or something.
I am still still struggling with a name for the photo business.
I am T I R E D.
Got the house all shored up.
Got robbed by stupid theives, more on that @ 1100.
Grateful to be home.
Grateful for remembering to pray and feeling the Lords presence when doing so.

I have a grand post planned for this week while I am here. It should send you sinners to the hills....lol

For now, goodnight.

Onward & Upward.

I have made a concious decision to move onward & upward. I am going home w/ my bible in hand. Praying over my house, playing handyman in the house, and then thanking god that I am fortunate enough to own a house. Tonight I sit here grateful for my safety, what's left of my sense of security, my sanity, my loves, my friends, my family, wife, and child. I am also grateful that God has the power to restore my sense of security. I am taking the events at my house to heart, but I have decided to face them like I faced 9/11. I have to move forward through the fear and express my gratitude to the maker for once again keeping me safe. I know my work on this world is not done for this reason. I began a poem a few months back, in fact it is the first I have written in at least a year or two it seems appropriate with all of this HP talk so here it is (it isn't finished yet, so please be kind):

Good fortune has afforded me the opportunity to witness numerous glories
Though I have never ventured any further than of the country in which I live
To date the most impressive phenomenon remains a land bounded by the sea
Dumbfounded, I can’t imagine what additional wonders the world has to give

My limited, extensive travels continue to repeatedly take my breath
These eyes have witnessed enough of our earthly world to know
That when my eyes come to rest upon another unforgettable subject
I know it could have only been created by the hands of my Lord

Science tries and often succeeds to explain and bring reason to many things
Nevertheless, my mind, my heart, and my soul have been undeniably shaken
It started by gazing at the greens on display all through my Kentucky springs
The various Virginia snowflakes that first flurried and then began to deepen

The Rocky Mountains surrounded endlessly by desert & suddenly by civilization
The immense pipeline waves and kaleidoscope colored sunsets seen in Hawaii
The honor representing all soldiers in the capital and every corner of our nation
The adobe walls, wood doors, green and red wreaths of chili’s in Albuquerque


I have been privileged to witness things that many never even imagine
Observation is my favorite pass-time it occupies both body and mind

Life Lessons

I haven't been in the mood to write too much lately, but today I got served a life lesson. God served me up a plate of emotions this morning that I am not yet sure to do with, but I do know that the one highest on my list right now is gratitude. Last night someone violated my family in a way I have never been violated before. Let me just start by telling another story.

When J & I purchased our house in Chicago we inherited some items from the previous owners. One of these items was an old radio. Two weeks ago I came home turned off the alarm & noticed the radio was on. I turned the power OFF. This radio is the old fashioned kind. It looks like this...

I made my usual phone call to J, and proceeded to nod off to sleep watching TV in my bedroom. At about 2 in the morning I abruptly woke to a slam so loud it caused me to sit straight up in bed. This noise was followed by another noise that was like an old window opening. Which scared the shit out of me as all of the windows in the house are the original wood windows. After a call to the police, and a few other calls the noise ceased. I laid back down and as soon as I dozed off I was scared awake again by the old window opening noise. I am now PISSED and get out of bed and begin stomping through the house with my baseball bat in hand. NOW, I am standing in the arch that goes from the living room to the kitchen when I hear the noise & with out thinking twice I reach out and open the lid to the stereo WHICH IS OFF remember, and the thing is lit up & squawking away. I yanked the chord out of the wall, and proceeded to go to my room and calm down from freaking out. Needless to say I went to sleep with every light in the house ON. Including the basement. A day or two later my roommate M came home from his adventures out of town and called me to tell me the police were outside the neighbors house. Someone had broken in to the house next door. I WAS SUPER CROPPED OUT NOW.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in spirits. I knew the first time that M & I went to the house together that we had company. I have sensed that it is mail and that at first he was mad that we were there, HOWEVER, the other night I awoke to the feeling that he was in my room. I rolled over to the edge of the bed, and said "Listen, I know you saw the photos I took of your family, and I have offered for them to come here when we finished tending to the home. All I want from you is to keep me and our home safe."

ENTER the plate full of emotions. Today M called me hysterical. Someone entered our home took our valuables and went on their merry way. Those of you who know me, know that I could give two shits about what they stole. They can have everything in that house, as long as, my family & M are safe. I have extreme gratitude for that. What really bothers me is that little punk mother fuckers like this don't realize is that they don't just take peoples things, they take their sense of security, their sleep, and peace of mind, and that by far is the most valuable thing I have ever owned.

And so it is that I sit here and write, just like I went out for a ride, because I am trying to get my head on straight, and my heart right before I return to the windy city for the weekend.

Life gets in the way.

Boy have I been slacking. I know that all of you have been anxiously awaiting another post, but life has quite simply gotten in the way. It is all I can do to concentrate on the important aspects of my life right now. Visiting family and friends while I am home. I have been getting in quality time with my little peanut, and chunky monkey too of course. BABIES, being around them all has made my desire to have another one stronger. I know it is killing J. That's a whole new post though.

The month of May will calm down A LOT for me. I am going to settle into a schedule where I will have Monday - Thursday off, and be able to return to some sort of schedule. I haven't poured my coffee yet this morning, so I am gonna go do that & get my day rolling. I will be back here this week, maybe even tomorrow.