@Who's Saying This

*Before any of you, my 'regular' readers read this, I want you to know that this post is to address someone who could NEVER mean ANYTHING to me, I just felt that this person needed to be "put in their place", the intention is to bring the humor in the words below, because I think we ALL need someone to LAUGH AT... I write what I feel, I think what I say and I think that what you're thinking about me comes from a collection of words that you'd NEVER SAY. You see, I know that you hate on me as opposed to hate me and I know that you do so knowing that you could never be me. I may never mention you by name because I don't EVER want you to think you've beat me, I just want you to understand that all the silly questions you ask are BENEATH ME...If any of you are reading this and think that this is about you then you've already let me beat you by exposing you as you, see unlike you I don't have to hide who I am, you say that my life's' not wor

I'm standing here at the fork in the road and I'm wondering how many accidents there are with the cars coming back down both of these paths... Other people talk to people when they're having problems, other people cry when they feel sad, some show when they are worried or are up set. I wonder why this is what I do, why do I type out my feelings and my thoughts? Why do I not cry, not allow myself to feel sad, to feel very little really, I feel love, I feel happiness, I feel joy, I often have a rush of emotions that put a smile on my face, but what I would like to know is why I never worry, never fear, I do not hate, I take the stress out of stressful situations with funny antics and wisdom filled thoughts. Like at this very moment I am going thru 4 situations that most would feel 1 too much to bear, yet I can sit here and crank out something like the story below(which I literally typed 2 Min's before this), why is it that when I am upset a good song and my favorite

I wish I could get you to understand what it’s like, the rings, the trophies, the locker room, the pressure to win it all, the team, MY team. To the world we have the best job in the world, to the world everything seems easy for us. “The Star Quarterback”, AGGHH, just say the thought of those words sends a chill down my spin. Everyday, EVERY place you go no one every asks about how you’re doing, about your life, it’s always about the team, always about the next game. Things are only worse after a loss though, the week after a loss can seem as though it goes on for an eternity, after a loss you can’t turn on the t.v., going outside is out of the question. I mean come on, I’m still a husband and a father here, I need to let the dogs out, take the trash out, take my kids to school in the morning. But after a loss all of that is out the question. I remember that game last year against Cleveland, we were up 27-21 with 2:06 to play, 3rd & 3 on their 44 yard line, coming out of their last

I'm sitting here about to write this letter and it's funny because I'm more worried about what you'll think then what I'll say. So I guess I'll just start this letter by saying something you won't be mad at: I love you sis - more than any little brother could love his big sister in this world, I'm also proud of you - more proud of the things you've done than anything that I could do in this world. I've been told that I am a very smart person and that I can do a lot of things well it's funny because my motivation for almost all that I do so that I can see the look in your eyes and while I know that you may be short on words, I know when you're proud of the things I do, I know that behind your stone looks your happy for me. As I sit here writing you this letter, a letter that you may never read I know that if you ever saw it, you'd know exactly what I mean. We may not ever have been the best of friends growing up, and we may not be as t

Two days ago I took a chance and spent $126 on $3 dollar lottery scratch to see if I could win $33,000, from that I won(or lost depending on your view) $83 dollars. Then later that same night I took the winnings/loss of $47 dollars from that and got more tickets. I did all that to see if I could play the averages and of course hoping to win. I think everyone wants to win the “big one” in the lottery just once in their life so I decided to take a chance. All the while not knowing that I would win the lottery the very next day, only this lottery has no “Cash Value'” and may not set me for life, it has already changed my life for the better. It has allowed me to look before me and see that I have already won the “Big One” 5 times in life, just when I thought I was the unluckiest person alive I realized that I am the LUCKIEST PERSON  ALIVE. I’ve got 4 things in life that everyone else in the world will search the rest of their lives’ for. Crazy, because I don’t have to wish for what I

I write you this letter to let you know about my life and how things are going right now, I know that it's been awhile since we've talked but I felt we both needed to right now, see I have some things going on that I know I need your assistance on. So if you've got a second, can you sit down when you read this? I'm sure that when you do you will see just why I wrote this, not to waste your time, but to ask for your assistance, your better at this than I am and I'd think you'd see it's worth it. If your read what I've got wrote down, maybe you'd see I'm worth it. This is indeed "Non-Fiction" and the facts if checked are valid and yes there kept in courts called "Closed Circuit". If you read it and find your efforts aren't worth it, would you kindly text a friend and ask them what it's worth is? I really need to find someone who can help me find someone who sees my time is worth it, 'cause the time has started windin

I wonder - If I started a story, a book, an idea would anyone join in? If I gave a starting point could others then take the idea and run with it? The details, what happens, the outcome all your choosing. Would someone else have enough imagination to create something of there own? I did, but before I share it with you all, I give you this one "requirement" you must carry the story on and it must have an ending. Kinda like a shared story, a book put together by friends and complete strangers. To be clear I am already in the process of turning what I've started into a complete book which I hope to have finished soon, so I don't need any ideas or help. I really just want to give a "preview" before I finish it. And so OUR Story: This is a story about Nolan Rager, A 35 year old man born and raised in a little town just outside of Topeka, Kansas. A town where your neighbors know neighbors and the weekly little league game is the talk of the week, a town with t