It's been over a year since I've blogged, but tonight I'm feeling inspired. Uh oh! Anyway, life has taken many twists and turns since the last time I wrote, and I feel like sharing.
Are you human? Of course you are. Lord knows I am. I had a really bad night tonight. I've been working with my kids on listening and paying attention. I jumped all over Jackson about it tonight. It was a build up.....I didn't live by my own creed, which is to get things out in the open and talk about it. I made him cry. Even though everything I said needed to be said, my delivery was so horrid that I made a 7 year old, who is a wonderful kid, cry. It was bad enough that Courtney had to comfort him, which usually would make me upset. We believe in a united front in front of the kids, and we discuss differences later. But tonight I was wrong. I went for a 15 minute drive to think about why I got so upset. I realized it wasn't really about what Jax did, it was about me. I'm in sales, working the hardest job I've ever had, and I'm stressed out. Like normal 7 and 4 year old boys, they don't always listen, and I've had a build up of frustration about it which resulted in me blowing up.
So, what am I living for? There's pressure to make alot of money to give everything to my family that I never had. It's self-induced pressure. There's pressure to feel like a good father and husband. And then there's the pressure of allowing time for myself without feeling bad about it. I really struggle with the latter. I'm living for my kids and my wife. My career is a necessary evil. I could be a millionaire, but if I'm not a good dad or husband, what would that make me? A rich bad father and husband. I've got to have an outlet for my penned up stress. Last night Courtney talked to me about waking up in the mornings, very early, to exercise. She's worried about my health....even though now I'm perfectly fine. But, 10 years from now, if I don't make lifestyle changes, I may not be. These were words I really didn't want to hear, but they were needed. I hate exercise. It comes from a lifetime of having coaches yell at me in the weightroom, using exercise for punishment, and more recently, having a surgically repaired ankle that hurts so bad that most exercise really isn't an option. I looked into bikes the other day, and guess what......for $900 I can get a bike that will help me exercise. Yeah right.....I've got little kids. Every month, when I think we're gonna have all this money left over, it gets eaten up with doctor's visits and outrageous medical bills. So what do I do? Who am I living for?
I claim to live for my kids and wife, but if I don't take good care of myself, am I really living for them? Or am I making excuses not to do something that puts me out of my comfort zone? If the latter is true, then I'm really living for myself and not doing what I claim and want to do. I am professing this in front of the world.....I'm going to do better. I need to drop some lbs, but dadgum pasta is so good!! But if living without pasta and other carbs means being here for my kids, then I really don't have a choice do I? It's harder than alot of people realize to be a man in this world. Societal and self-induced pressures take us away from our number one calling as fathers and husbands.....take care of yourself, so you can take care of those that need you. You cannot give from an empty cup....a wise man once told me. So here's to filling my cup, with healthy, and even uncomfortable things so that I can truly be what I want to be. It won't be easy, it will be the biggest challenge I've faced since playing college football. BUT, there's a part of me that wants to reengage that former athlete to see if I still have it. I'll keep you guys posted. Wish me luck. Maybe in a few months I'll be able to post a picture of the old Dave, you know, the one that drove the women crazy!! I kid I kid. Thanks for listening, and any thoughts are appreciated....especially from those fathers and husbands out there. After all, I'm writing this for you.
David
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
How Dare You?
I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!
Hello all! So what happens when a man doesn't have to work, took way too long of a nap and hence can't sleep? I start writing.
As I've said before, I write these blogs not to be self indulgent, but to hopefully be a source of inspiration to others. I know that alot of people feel the same things I do, but for whatever reason, I'm brash enough to feel like sharing my thoughts with others.
So, my burn today has to do with the corner of Whitesburg Drive and Airport Road. From time to time I see this corner littered with protestors of the war in Iraq. That's fine. I support anyone's right to protest. But I also support MY RIGHT to disagree with those people.
Full disclosure, I'm not a big supporter of the war. BUT, I support those troops over there that put their life on the line every day so that people like me can write a blog and rant and rave.
One sign I saw recently said that "Jesus is a pacifist." Really? Really? I mean really? What do you know about that? A pacifist doesn't die on a cross with nails driven through his wrists and ankles and a sword jammed in his side! That's definitely not my definition of a pacifist. You ignorant idiots who are opposed to any type of American aggression are well.......I can't say it because the Bible says I will be in danger of hell fire if I write what I'm really feeling. Newsflash people.....almost 10 years ago, jetliners were flown into the side of the World Trade Center and they, who speak of a religion of peace, were the ones that started this crap. What were we supposed to do? Lay back and take it???? My family knows a man who has served in the war and he claims that we need to "liberate" about 5 more countries. The Iraqi people, as a whole, are glad for what we have done. The bought and paid for liberal media doesn't want you to know this. Our economy is in the tank, yes. And of course it's all George Bush's fault. I mean, heck, our President reminds us of that on a daily basis. What was Bush supposed to do? Yes it's been a costly war....many of our friends and family members have suffered because of it. We are the greatest nation on Earth and there's a reason for that! It came from the blood that has been shed over many years to protect our sovereignty and our democracy!! My grandfather served in WWII and Korea. My father served in Desert Storm. My uncle served in Vietnam. My stepbrother served in Kosovo. My other stepbrother and my cousin is in the Middle East as I type this. So does it hit close to home? Of course it does. I know a man that was burned by jet fuel on September 11th and that has obviously altered his life forever. I wonder how he feels? Were we not supposed to do anything?????
So back to that streetcorner........across the street from the "Jesus is a pacifist" crowd are signs of family members and loved ones who have died in this war. THEY DIED SO THAT THOSE OTHER IDIOTS CAN PROTEST!!!!! I mean, why is this so hard for some to understand???? If you want our country to turn in to a bunch of whiny wussies and not defend itself than so be it. If you want crooks like Nancy Pelosi to redistribute the money that you get out of bed every morning to work hard for, then so be it. But don't expect this man to sit quietly by while you destroy the greatest nation on Earth. When you protestors sleep in your warm king sized beds tonight, just remember that the ONLY reason you do that is because a nameless man or woman died for your rights years ago.
Confession.....the last time I saw these people I rolled down my window and yelled at them. Yes, I'm the angry American who is sick and tired of the bullcrap that is happening to this country. Courtney told me to calm down.......the boys were listening. Darn right they're listening......and I want them to see their father stand up for what is right!! Am I mad? Heck yeah I am. And there needs to be alot more people mad as well. If we don't stand up and take back what is ours, we have no right to complain when things go bad.
Thanks for reading.
Reece
Hello all! So what happens when a man doesn't have to work, took way too long of a nap and hence can't sleep? I start writing.
As I've said before, I write these blogs not to be self indulgent, but to hopefully be a source of inspiration to others. I know that alot of people feel the same things I do, but for whatever reason, I'm brash enough to feel like sharing my thoughts with others.
So, my burn today has to do with the corner of Whitesburg Drive and Airport Road. From time to time I see this corner littered with protestors of the war in Iraq. That's fine. I support anyone's right to protest. But I also support MY RIGHT to disagree with those people.
Full disclosure, I'm not a big supporter of the war. BUT, I support those troops over there that put their life on the line every day so that people like me can write a blog and rant and rave.
One sign I saw recently said that "Jesus is a pacifist." Really? Really? I mean really? What do you know about that? A pacifist doesn't die on a cross with nails driven through his wrists and ankles and a sword jammed in his side! That's definitely not my definition of a pacifist. You ignorant idiots who are opposed to any type of American aggression are well.......I can't say it because the Bible says I will be in danger of hell fire if I write what I'm really feeling. Newsflash people.....almost 10 years ago, jetliners were flown into the side of the World Trade Center and they, who speak of a religion of peace, were the ones that started this crap. What were we supposed to do? Lay back and take it???? My family knows a man who has served in the war and he claims that we need to "liberate" about 5 more countries. The Iraqi people, as a whole, are glad for what we have done. The bought and paid for liberal media doesn't want you to know this. Our economy is in the tank, yes. And of course it's all George Bush's fault. I mean, heck, our President reminds us of that on a daily basis. What was Bush supposed to do? Yes it's been a costly war....many of our friends and family members have suffered because of it. We are the greatest nation on Earth and there's a reason for that! It came from the blood that has been shed over many years to protect our sovereignty and our democracy!! My grandfather served in WWII and Korea. My father served in Desert Storm. My uncle served in Vietnam. My stepbrother served in Kosovo. My other stepbrother and my cousin is in the Middle East as I type this. So does it hit close to home? Of course it does. I know a man that was burned by jet fuel on September 11th and that has obviously altered his life forever. I wonder how he feels? Were we not supposed to do anything?????
So back to that streetcorner........across the street from the "Jesus is a pacifist" crowd are signs of family members and loved ones who have died in this war. THEY DIED SO THAT THOSE OTHER IDIOTS CAN PROTEST!!!!! I mean, why is this so hard for some to understand???? If you want our country to turn in to a bunch of whiny wussies and not defend itself than so be it. If you want crooks like Nancy Pelosi to redistribute the money that you get out of bed every morning to work hard for, then so be it. But don't expect this man to sit quietly by while you destroy the greatest nation on Earth. When you protestors sleep in your warm king sized beds tonight, just remember that the ONLY reason you do that is because a nameless man or woman died for your rights years ago.
Confession.....the last time I saw these people I rolled down my window and yelled at them. Yes, I'm the angry American who is sick and tired of the bullcrap that is happening to this country. Courtney told me to calm down.......the boys were listening. Darn right they're listening......and I want them to see their father stand up for what is right!! Am I mad? Heck yeah I am. And there needs to be alot more people mad as well. If we don't stand up and take back what is ours, we have no right to complain when things go bad.
Thanks for reading.
Reece
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tiger Woods Is Human After All
Hello All,
I cannot take credit for the subject matter of this blog. It was suggested to me by a good friend who we'll call.....Bojangles. Anyway, the question was posed to me....how will you describe Tiger Woods to your boys when they're older? I find that as a very interesting subject, so I'll give it a whirl.
You have to have been living under a rock not to know about the Tiger Woods situation. I first learned about it watching the Iron Bowl this year. Didn't really care considering I was watching the greatest rivalry in all of college football. But, the story is quite interesting.
I'm not a golfer, however, I loved watching the Master's this past weekend. Lefty put on a great show, but I watched to see how Tiger would play. I know if I took 5 months off of work I would be slightly rusty. All Tiger did was shoot -10 in the greatest golf tournament on Earth. He won $330,000.00 for four days of work in which he finished fourth. If I finish fourth at my job, I don't get paid, so it's good to be Tiger......kind of.
So, how will I describe him to my boys when they get older? There are so many teaching points in regards to him that it's fascinating.
First of all, I'll tell them that he was the most dominant player at his sport that I've ever seen, besides maybe Michael Jordan. I'll give Woods the nod because he does it all by himself. He's not on a team with Lefty, Padraig Harrington and Anthony Kim (comparing them to Jordan having Pippen, Grant, Paxon, etc). However, the teaching point is how we should not look up to people we see on TV and have no idea as to what kind of individuals they are. We live in a country where we idolize people who are the best at what they do. Considering God made us as creatures who need relationships and look up to those who are the best at what they do, it's understandable. BUT, why do we do that? E-television, US weekly, People Magazine, etc., are the one's who bombard us with overblown stories of the "rich and famous." And you know, I don't know anyone who wouldn't want to be rich. So again, I understand the attraction. But, why do we idolize these people and then seem so shocked when they mess up? We need to realize that they really do put their pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else.
I detest what Tiger did to his wife and his especially his children. The sad part is that his kids have no idea what they will face when they get older and go to school with all the kids who know what their father did. They're the real losers in this whole situation. To that, he's a selfish jerk. To his wife, he deserved a 9 iron and a Big Bertha across his fat noggin. But he is really no different than tons of famous people AND people that we don't even know exist. The only reason he's paying the price he is , is because he is one of the most famous people on Earth. We've had MANY Presidents who have done the same things, not just Clinton, and have gotten off scot free.
The true problem with Tiger is the condition of his soul. Same with Ben Roethlisberger. These guys get told yes to everything they want. People want to be close to these guys and they never get told no. Women throw themselves at these stars and, unfortunately, are willing to sell their bodies for one night in the hopes of cashing in with The National Enquirer. These people we all look up to feel as if they're "above the law" and really only care about themselves. I can't say that if I was in the same position I wouldn't mess up either. It's not really even a good thought though, because I love my wife and have no desire to be rich or famous. Let me make it clear that I am not justifying what he did. I'm just saying that I can somewhat understand how it happened and our country is guilty of feeding the beast.
So, how will I describe him to my boys? I'll say that he was the hardest worker at his craft, blessed with God given talent, and the best I've ever seen. I'll also explain to them that real role models are men and women who take care of their families and don't chase the "forbidden fruits" this world has to offer. BUT, the biggest point I will make is to not envy others. Something we are all guilty of......being envious of people we really don't know is ignorant and a waste of time.
I hope my boys will be appreciative of all the blessings that God will bestow upon them, and realize that these TV superheroes are just normal humans like everyone else. AND, ironically, more times than not, they pay a price for fame or......chasing the "forbidden fruit."
Take care and thanks for reading.
Reece
I cannot take credit for the subject matter of this blog. It was suggested to me by a good friend who we'll call.....Bojangles. Anyway, the question was posed to me....how will you describe Tiger Woods to your boys when they're older? I find that as a very interesting subject, so I'll give it a whirl.
You have to have been living under a rock not to know about the Tiger Woods situation. I first learned about it watching the Iron Bowl this year. Didn't really care considering I was watching the greatest rivalry in all of college football. But, the story is quite interesting.
I'm not a golfer, however, I loved watching the Master's this past weekend. Lefty put on a great show, but I watched to see how Tiger would play. I know if I took 5 months off of work I would be slightly rusty. All Tiger did was shoot -10 in the greatest golf tournament on Earth. He won $330,000.00 for four days of work in which he finished fourth. If I finish fourth at my job, I don't get paid, so it's good to be Tiger......kind of.
So, how will I describe him to my boys when they get older? There are so many teaching points in regards to him that it's fascinating.
First of all, I'll tell them that he was the most dominant player at his sport that I've ever seen, besides maybe Michael Jordan. I'll give Woods the nod because he does it all by himself. He's not on a team with Lefty, Padraig Harrington and Anthony Kim (comparing them to Jordan having Pippen, Grant, Paxon, etc). However, the teaching point is how we should not look up to people we see on TV and have no idea as to what kind of individuals they are. We live in a country where we idolize people who are the best at what they do. Considering God made us as creatures who need relationships and look up to those who are the best at what they do, it's understandable. BUT, why do we do that? E-television, US weekly, People Magazine, etc., are the one's who bombard us with overblown stories of the "rich and famous." And you know, I don't know anyone who wouldn't want to be rich. So again, I understand the attraction. But, why do we idolize these people and then seem so shocked when they mess up? We need to realize that they really do put their pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else.
I detest what Tiger did to his wife and his especially his children. The sad part is that his kids have no idea what they will face when they get older and go to school with all the kids who know what their father did. They're the real losers in this whole situation. To that, he's a selfish jerk. To his wife, he deserved a 9 iron and a Big Bertha across his fat noggin. But he is really no different than tons of famous people AND people that we don't even know exist. The only reason he's paying the price he is , is because he is one of the most famous people on Earth. We've had MANY Presidents who have done the same things, not just Clinton, and have gotten off scot free.
The true problem with Tiger is the condition of his soul. Same with Ben Roethlisberger. These guys get told yes to everything they want. People want to be close to these guys and they never get told no. Women throw themselves at these stars and, unfortunately, are willing to sell their bodies for one night in the hopes of cashing in with The National Enquirer. These people we all look up to feel as if they're "above the law" and really only care about themselves. I can't say that if I was in the same position I wouldn't mess up either. It's not really even a good thought though, because I love my wife and have no desire to be rich or famous. Let me make it clear that I am not justifying what he did. I'm just saying that I can somewhat understand how it happened and our country is guilty of feeding the beast.
So, how will I describe him to my boys? I'll say that he was the hardest worker at his craft, blessed with God given talent, and the best I've ever seen. I'll also explain to them that real role models are men and women who take care of their families and don't chase the "forbidden fruits" this world has to offer. BUT, the biggest point I will make is to not envy others. Something we are all guilty of......being envious of people we really don't know is ignorant and a waste of time.
I hope my boys will be appreciative of all the blessings that God will bestow upon them, and realize that these TV superheroes are just normal humans like everyone else. AND, ironically, more times than not, they pay a price for fame or......chasing the "forbidden fruit."
Take care and thanks for reading.
Reece
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Is It Possible?
Hello all,
Been a long time since I've written.....guess I've been busy and uninspired. BUT, I'm inspired now. Ask yourself this question......is it possible to gain 28 new family members in a matter of days? Well, it's been my experience that yes you can (please excuse the unintended Obama reference).
I'm going through a transformation of sorts. I'm in the middle of a seminar called FOCUS. I feel like a new man and I'm writing this to thank my new family members. You may think, what are you talking about Reece? Well, I'll tell you. In a 8 day period, I've been able to put my past to rest. And, without going in to detail, it's very powerful, physically and emotionally, to unleash 23 years of hurt and frustration. I now know 28 people who know me better than most of my close friends. That's by no means a knock on my best friends, I'm just a product of a process that EVERYONE deserves to go through. But this process is not about my past, it's about learning who God created me to be before life happened. I'M A FREE MAN......and it feels great. What I've learned is that we ALL have an incredible person inside of us that is being suppressed by life. The routines, stress, past hurts, feelings of not being good enough, etc. You will NEVER hear me talking of that crap again. I'm a new man and I freaking love it.
If you're interested in learning more, contact me on facebook or davidreece15@hotmail.com. This is not a money making scheme......if I help you I don't make a penny. I just feel like I owe my 375 facebook friends the same opportunity that someone was loving enough to share with me. Welcome to the new David. I love myself again! If you're new to my blog, check some of my old posts to see where I'm coming from.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Reece
Been a long time since I've written.....guess I've been busy and uninspired. BUT, I'm inspired now. Ask yourself this question......is it possible to gain 28 new family members in a matter of days? Well, it's been my experience that yes you can (please excuse the unintended Obama reference).
I'm going through a transformation of sorts. I'm in the middle of a seminar called FOCUS. I feel like a new man and I'm writing this to thank my new family members. You may think, what are you talking about Reece? Well, I'll tell you. In a 8 day period, I've been able to put my past to rest. And, without going in to detail, it's very powerful, physically and emotionally, to unleash 23 years of hurt and frustration. I now know 28 people who know me better than most of my close friends. That's by no means a knock on my best friends, I'm just a product of a process that EVERYONE deserves to go through. But this process is not about my past, it's about learning who God created me to be before life happened. I'M A FREE MAN......and it feels great. What I've learned is that we ALL have an incredible person inside of us that is being suppressed by life. The routines, stress, past hurts, feelings of not being good enough, etc. You will NEVER hear me talking of that crap again. I'm a new man and I freaking love it.
If you're interested in learning more, contact me on facebook or davidreece15@hotmail.com. This is not a money making scheme......if I help you I don't make a penny. I just feel like I owe my 375 facebook friends the same opportunity that someone was loving enough to share with me. Welcome to the new David. I love myself again! If you're new to my blog, check some of my old posts to see where I'm coming from.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Reece
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Pacifier
Hello All,
Been a while since I've dished out my "pearls of wisdom", but haven't felt inspired until today. Those who read this obviously know me. You probably know me as the laid back guy who loves to have a good time. There is, however, a side to me that possesses a hot temper and gets frustrated very easily. Today, I was having one of those moments, until I was humbled.....or rather, inspired.
One more thing......when I write these blogs, I'm speaking to myself as much as I am to anyone else.....so please never think that I think I have all the answers. I just realize that we all encounter similar struggles and I like to pass along thoughts that I think will help my friends.
So today I was in the middle of one of my hot temper moments. The day started out pretty hectic. I rushed out the door at 7:30 to get the boys to school. I had to be an hour south of Huntsville and then an hour and a half north of Huntsville by 12pm. Not stressful at all!!!! Yeah right. When I got to the first destination, I discovered some pretty shotty work from one of my co-workers. That was the main reason I was there.......to gladhand and clean up someone elses mess. I just wasn't prepared for the mess I discovered. When I discovered the problem, I saw red. I mean, I've worked my tail off to build up a good business and I'll be darned if I allow someone else to screw it up for me. I was livid......ready to lay in to my co-worker as soon as I could get to my phone. I mean, words cannot express how ticked off I was. Then, I was humbled.
I was in what amounts to a closet at a hospital and was sweating.....I can sweat in a snowstorm by the way. They probably had the thermostat on 68......anyway. I reached in to my pocket for a pen to write down some information. What I found was not a pen. I found my 18 month old's pacifier. I had put it my pocket when I dropped him off at school earlier this morning. I forgot that it was in there. I immediately melted. I stopped and wondered how he was doing.....he was probably on the playground. I thought for a split second how I would give anything to be with him and not be where I was. It brought a smile to my face......changed my mood immediately. I realized at that moment that my job is just that......a job. My real duty is to be a good father. I wasn't in danger of losing an important account........my mind was the only one telling me that. I saw everyone in that department and they were just happy I got to the hospital so early. As I left the hospital (still sweating dadgummit!), I just thought about little Anderson. I thought how funny he is......how he's the biggest pill I've ever met and yet it's still funny. I mean the boy has everyone at daycare fooled. They all rave over how laid back he is and how he's the best boy in the class. I just laugh thinking to myself,"yeah, you don't live with him." He can be an absolute monster.....but he's my monster....anyway, I digress.
My point is this: we're all too busy and too uptight at times. When I felt that pacifier in my pocket, I literally got butterflies for a second. I don't care if I need to turn in my mancard for saying that. Just the feel of the pacifier gave me butterflies and reminded me of what is really important in life. When I got home tonight, he sat in my lap while I blew bubbles for him. He loved it......then turned, crawled up on me and snuggled his head on my shoulder. That "oh so important" account was the last thing on my mind. I just quietly thanked God for my little boy. Everyday I realize how much my boys teach me versus what I teach them. Kids are the greatest gift God could ever give.
So next time you're stressed out like I was (and I'm not saying work stress is not important), one thing that may make you smile is to think of those you love. You think my boys would care if I lost an account?? They just want me to watch Mickey Mouse with them or wrestle or play Star Wars. I'm gonna try to do a better job of keeping life in perspective.
Thanks for listening.....hope it helps someone.
Reece
Been a while since I've dished out my "pearls of wisdom", but haven't felt inspired until today. Those who read this obviously know me. You probably know me as the laid back guy who loves to have a good time. There is, however, a side to me that possesses a hot temper and gets frustrated very easily. Today, I was having one of those moments, until I was humbled.....or rather, inspired.
One more thing......when I write these blogs, I'm speaking to myself as much as I am to anyone else.....so please never think that I think I have all the answers. I just realize that we all encounter similar struggles and I like to pass along thoughts that I think will help my friends.
So today I was in the middle of one of my hot temper moments. The day started out pretty hectic. I rushed out the door at 7:30 to get the boys to school. I had to be an hour south of Huntsville and then an hour and a half north of Huntsville by 12pm. Not stressful at all!!!! Yeah right. When I got to the first destination, I discovered some pretty shotty work from one of my co-workers. That was the main reason I was there.......to gladhand and clean up someone elses mess. I just wasn't prepared for the mess I discovered. When I discovered the problem, I saw red. I mean, I've worked my tail off to build up a good business and I'll be darned if I allow someone else to screw it up for me. I was livid......ready to lay in to my co-worker as soon as I could get to my phone. I mean, words cannot express how ticked off I was. Then, I was humbled.
I was in what amounts to a closet at a hospital and was sweating.....I can sweat in a snowstorm by the way. They probably had the thermostat on 68......anyway. I reached in to my pocket for a pen to write down some information. What I found was not a pen. I found my 18 month old's pacifier. I had put it my pocket when I dropped him off at school earlier this morning. I forgot that it was in there. I immediately melted. I stopped and wondered how he was doing.....he was probably on the playground. I thought for a split second how I would give anything to be with him and not be where I was. It brought a smile to my face......changed my mood immediately. I realized at that moment that my job is just that......a job. My real duty is to be a good father. I wasn't in danger of losing an important account........my mind was the only one telling me that. I saw everyone in that department and they were just happy I got to the hospital so early. As I left the hospital (still sweating dadgummit!), I just thought about little Anderson. I thought how funny he is......how he's the biggest pill I've ever met and yet it's still funny. I mean the boy has everyone at daycare fooled. They all rave over how laid back he is and how he's the best boy in the class. I just laugh thinking to myself,"yeah, you don't live with him." He can be an absolute monster.....but he's my monster....anyway, I digress.
My point is this: we're all too busy and too uptight at times. When I felt that pacifier in my pocket, I literally got butterflies for a second. I don't care if I need to turn in my mancard for saying that. Just the feel of the pacifier gave me butterflies and reminded me of what is really important in life. When I got home tonight, he sat in my lap while I blew bubbles for him. He loved it......then turned, crawled up on me and snuggled his head on my shoulder. That "oh so important" account was the last thing on my mind. I just quietly thanked God for my little boy. Everyday I realize how much my boys teach me versus what I teach them. Kids are the greatest gift God could ever give.
So next time you're stressed out like I was (and I'm not saying work stress is not important), one thing that may make you smile is to think of those you love. You think my boys would care if I lost an account?? They just want me to watch Mickey Mouse with them or wrestle or play Star Wars. I'm gonna try to do a better job of keeping life in perspective.
Thanks for listening.....hope it helps someone.
Reece
Thursday, December 10, 2009
SWEET HOME ALABAMA
This blog may not make sense to everyone, but to some I know it will hit home. I just felt like writing with some random thoughts.
I am so glad I grew up in Alabama. I've lived in Kentucky, Tennessee, and spent summers in Savannah, GA. All those places were great, but as the famous song goes, my home's in Alabama. One of the few stories I know about my father's time in the war is when he heard "my home's in alabama." He told me how it made him homesick. I know that feeling. When I played football at tiny Maryville College in Maryville, TN. I longed to be home in Bama. I love to tell the story about coming home for the summer, from Maryville, and I pulled off at the first rest stop inside the state. I could literally SMELL that I was in Bama. It's just such a great place to be. Saturday's in the fall consist of the voice of Eli in my household. I know that when I hear his voice, it's football season. During the summer while I'm cutting the grass, and I think I'm gonna die from the heat, I know I'm in Bama. I know the beaches, the flatlands and suffocating heat of Montgomery, and now the mountains of the northeast part of the state. Every time we have a Noah and the flood like rain, I just smile and say, that's Alabama for you.
It's a state made up of the nicest people I've ever met, Christianity still means something, football is king, and on those late summer nights, the sound of the frogs and crickets in the distance sounds like a symphony. No other place would I ever want to live!!!
We've got country music, bustling cities like B'ham and Mobile, and the friendliness and understanding among strangers of what it means to be from Alabama.
We may be rednecks, mountain folks, or immature football fans, but I don't know too many people who move away.
I know it's random, but tonight I heard the frogs and crickets, (a very rare occasion during the winter), and started thinking of my life in the shadows of the Appalachian Mts. and the old times watching the sunset on Mobile Bay. Thank you Lord for Alabama.
My Home's In Alabama.....and always will be.
Roll Tide
Reece
I am so glad I grew up in Alabama. I've lived in Kentucky, Tennessee, and spent summers in Savannah, GA. All those places were great, but as the famous song goes, my home's in Alabama. One of the few stories I know about my father's time in the war is when he heard "my home's in alabama." He told me how it made him homesick. I know that feeling. When I played football at tiny Maryville College in Maryville, TN. I longed to be home in Bama. I love to tell the story about coming home for the summer, from Maryville, and I pulled off at the first rest stop inside the state. I could literally SMELL that I was in Bama. It's just such a great place to be. Saturday's in the fall consist of the voice of Eli in my household. I know that when I hear his voice, it's football season. During the summer while I'm cutting the grass, and I think I'm gonna die from the heat, I know I'm in Bama. I know the beaches, the flatlands and suffocating heat of Montgomery, and now the mountains of the northeast part of the state. Every time we have a Noah and the flood like rain, I just smile and say, that's Alabama for you.
It's a state made up of the nicest people I've ever met, Christianity still means something, football is king, and on those late summer nights, the sound of the frogs and crickets in the distance sounds like a symphony. No other place would I ever want to live!!!
We've got country music, bustling cities like B'ham and Mobile, and the friendliness and understanding among strangers of what it means to be from Alabama.
We may be rednecks, mountain folks, or immature football fans, but I don't know too many people who move away.
I know it's random, but tonight I heard the frogs and crickets, (a very rare occasion during the winter), and started thinking of my life in the shadows of the Appalachian Mts. and the old times watching the sunset on Mobile Bay. Thank you Lord for Alabama.
My Home's In Alabama.....and always will be.
Roll Tide
Reece
Monday, November 23, 2009
A GOOD LESSON LEARNED....
I write this somewhat in response to my last blog. I've had some people worried about me because of what I wrote over the weekend. To settle this issue, I'm fine.
I decided, however, to write a positive blog this week.
You never know how you treat people will come back to help you, or haunt you for that matter.
I have a friend who I haven't seen in 15 years, however he recently vouched for me. You know who you are by the way. To my knowledge I never did anything special for this person, besides being myself and being a good friend. However, now this friend may turn out to be someone who helps me improve my family situation immensely. Again, to my knowledge, I never did anything special for this person, but he vouched for me and spoke highly of me. It got me to thinking about how we treat people everyday. What may be small to you may be huge to someone else. I've decided to continue to trust others and treat others as I would have them treat me. The Golden Rule if you will.
To my friend, I want to say thank you. Not only have you helped me out in several ways, but you also renewed my faith in others. Thank you.
Just remember folks, God puts people in our lives for a reason. We should always be mindful of how we treat others.
Roll Tide and How Bout Them Cowboys!!!
Reece
I decided, however, to write a positive blog this week.
You never know how you treat people will come back to help you, or haunt you for that matter.
I have a friend who I haven't seen in 15 years, however he recently vouched for me. You know who you are by the way. To my knowledge I never did anything special for this person, besides being myself and being a good friend. However, now this friend may turn out to be someone who helps me improve my family situation immensely. Again, to my knowledge, I never did anything special for this person, but he vouched for me and spoke highly of me. It got me to thinking about how we treat people everyday. What may be small to you may be huge to someone else. I've decided to continue to trust others and treat others as I would have them treat me. The Golden Rule if you will.
To my friend, I want to say thank you. Not only have you helped me out in several ways, but you also renewed my faith in others. Thank you.
Just remember folks, God puts people in our lives for a reason. We should always be mindful of how we treat others.
Roll Tide and How Bout Them Cowboys!!!
Reece
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