My rant that turned into not so much of a rant

ENG 101-DAILY BLOG 9-13

                So here we are again on the freewrite, and not knowing what I want to write about, I’m going to rant. I am not used to full time school. I don’t know if I mentioned this but a little over a year ago I had a heart transplant. Now I could blog till the hashtags come home about that but I just wanted to say that the recovery form this has not been the easiest, especially the emotional side of things. I used to be able to handle a workload, I could do one thing while three other things were going on and juggle everything flawlessly like a circus act. But now I just don’t have the energy, the get up and go. I might as well label myself Captain Procrastinate. Now I don’t like talking about this. I feel as though, and rightfully so, that I don’t have a right to feel anything but overwhelmingly grateful to have been given another chance at life. I feel horrible for complaining because I don’t feel like getting up and doing school, or walking dogs, or going to Cardio therapy. These are thing I should be thinking God I can do. I have always been a guy who needs regular down time, needs to chill out and kick the body and brain into neutral, but my life has sped up to a rate I can’t control. Maybe that’s why I feel this impending dark cloud rolling in. I’m afraid I won’t be able to carry all this and I will falter and fail… I hate failing…me and failing have never got along, I’m not the kind of guy that welcomes it to learn a new lesson, brush off my knees, get up, and keep going. I say I am so I keep a positive aura about myself but I really feel deep inside, “I hat failure”. I hate failure all the way to the point of not doing things I know I’m not good at. Why if I might fail? But has this really held me back? I guess it’s a fear I have to faced, I must set the example. I wouldn’t want my children to run from their fears like this. I think it would be important to face fears like this and not be afraid to fail. Well I guess that’s my rant, not really a rant, but off my chest to an extent nonetheless. I bet ya’ll are really confused with me now. See you tomorrow. Have a peaceful night.

ENG 101-DAILY BLOG 9-12

                So, here we are looking for another blog spew. I’m sitting here watching UFC and wanting to incorporate this into my freewrite. And how do I do this? This is my perfect chance to analyze my audience. Which, I know our esteemed educator may not sympathize with my choice of subjects. But beings this is attached to my Google account, and my classmates are probably my age or younger, and probably at least half male, I feel this is a perfect way to analyze an audience, find my targets and cater to my fans in this endeavor. Heck I bet over half my readers are fans of MMA. Well at least maybe a few of you will agree with me.

                Now I’m not a die-hard fan like my wife, but I’ve watched enough to know a few fighters. I watched as Anderson “the Spider” Silva break his leg once and lost twice to Chris Weidman. I watched Brock Lesnar get dominated by a near nobody. And have followed the exciting career of Rhonda Rousey. I love seeing the domination moves, and the submission moves. How about the knockout of Lyoto Machida by John “Bones” Jones? Or the “Stockton Slap” by the Diaz brothers. I found myself entertained by something that I thought I would have no interest in, and even though I don’t watch as much as I used to , I still got to say, UFC Rocks!

ENG 101-DAILY BLOG 9-11

            As I sit here, once more a day late, I do remember what I was going to freewrite about. I don’t know if it is necessarily a subject we are supposed to write about here but nevertheless I am going to get my thoughts of yesterday off my chest. Yesterday was September 11^th, we all know what happened that horrible day. What I was wondering was about the babies born that day, and for the sake of the discussion, the babies born since, but specifically the babies born on 9-11. What will their family tell them about that day? How will the attack be memorialized the same day as someone’s birthday? I know that people are born on good and bad days but it being that date, and having lived through that as an American Veteran, I was thinking of these babes specifically. How many were born to missing fathers, or other family involved. And were any family directly involved saved? Wondering about babies born on 9-11 down through history, will they be affected by the telling of the tragedy or will the significance of this day even be remembered like we do today or even more ten years ago. My son and daughter were both born in 2001. One was born before September and on after. I think as time goes by I might want to explain to them the importance of that day, the day that Liberty took a hit and still was determined to carry on.

very possibly free rant #1

ENG 101-DAILY BLOG 9-10

            Today is time for a new blog, and I have to admit, at this point in time I am not looking forward to blogging every day. So, let me take that back. The assignment, to freewrite for 10-20 minutes everyday sounds like an interesting journey I would love to take. That is if I didn’t have 12 kids, 5 living with me, and three of them teenagers, breeding two pairs of hairless cats and dogs, going to school full time and my wife want me to promote this health program/experience that we were but now she is doing. She actually asked me if I wanted to go to work full time at Six Flags, told me they were hiring…ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!

            I know, I know, that was horrible grammar but they did say freewrite, and just keeping writing anything, they did. They being Ms. A and the voices in my head I like to call my collective conscience. Totally off the subject but don’t you find that word, conscience, funny? I mean CON – SCIENCE.. HAHAHAHAHA. I just love that. And well if you people want me to freewrite whatever spits out of this head, I may need to come with a warning sign! Just sayin, I can get on a rant that will fill blogs from here to Kansas City. Ten minutes is up, this is getting kinda FUN. Talk To You Tomorrow.

Toys are tantamount

ENG 101-DAILY BLOG 9/9

            I was not sure what to write about in these freewrites, but I enjoyed something we read this week by Jane Hamill titled, “A Grown-Up Barbie”. It really made an impact on me. How she didn’t see Barbie for her long blonde hair and her perfect size and shape she supposedly was naturally endowed with, but instead she concentrated on her high self-esteem due to her positive progress,  individuality, and her not giving up on what she wanted to do, with or without Ken. I didn’t grow up playing Barbie, but I did play G.I. Joe and Transformers. Both of these toys for me were the epitome of the battle between good and evil. But overall it was letting me demonstrate my knowledge of right and wrong, of helping others, of bravery and compassion. I also played with Legos and my lessons there were not only growing the wide expanse of my imaginations, but it was also okay to tear something down and make something better, and if it didn’t come together the first time then it was okay to take things apart and try again. My days were filled with so many lessons for years. And it definitely shaped who I was.

I believe my dogs behave better than my children. They listen better for one. If I tell my dog “come here”, he drops everything and comes to me right away. When I tell my kids to come here, I hear “wait one minute” or “coming”, and then I wait fifteen to twenty minutes before yelling again. Finally, I give up and go find them, or more directly direct one of my other kids to go find them. If my dogs sticks his nose in my plate or tries to take food out of my hand, or even by chance get into the cabinets, I say “NO!” and he stops, and doesn’t try again. My children will go right in my freezer and eat my ice cream right out of the box. I say “Don’t do that again!” and the next night they are right back in my freezer or fridge,. If theyre not in my ice cream, they are into something. Without my permission! My point is if I tell my dogs something they tend to obey me, this time.,right now! I ask my children and its like I’m speaking A foreign language. And you can trust me, ive invested WAY more time in my children than I have my dogs, alright. I ean the squeaky wheels get the grease right. If I had it to do all over again, I’d be a dog. I love my life. I love my kids. But I admire my dirty ol’ dogs! They cost less to feed. They go to the bathroom outside…usually.

This I believe

This I believe…

·         I believe in the freedom of speech

·         I believe in the freedom of press

·         I believe iin the right to bear arms

·         I believe I am just as equal as the next person

·         I believe I am a good father

·         I believe I am a good husband

·         I believe I have room for much improvement

·         I believe that communication takes at least two people, one to talk and one to listen

·         I  believe that both should understand the message

·         I believe there are good cops

·         I believe there are more bad cops

·         I believe in our system of government

·         I believe bureaucrats mess it up

·         I believe there are good politicians

·         I believe there are more bad politicians

·         I believe Congress should follow the same laws that the citizenry do

·         I believe I could write things like this forever

·         I believe I would rather take my time doing it

·         I believe not all baby daddy’s are deadbeats

·         I believe a lot of baby moms are deadbeats, with or without their children

·         I believe a father should have equal rights to children as the mother

·         I believe our system does not

·         I believe the Oakland Raiders are gonna win another Super Bowl

·         I believe the Oakland A’s will win another World Series

·         I believe my children love me, whether they know it or not

·         I believe that all my dogs KNOW they love me

·         I believe my dogs behave better than my children

·         I believe I cannot fix everything at once