6 posts tagged “love”
Today is Valentine's Day; St. Valentine's Day, to be exact. I could go into how this day became a phenomenon, but I won't...actually, I will --Hallmark.
People all over the world are gushing about being in love or grumbling about being single. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is."Why?" You ask.--simple; if you're that friggin' in love, you should be the other 364* days of the year.
Without giving too much away, everyone's asking "so, what are you and Overboard doing for Valentine's Day?" I give them my modest answer and everyone looks shocked. Then I have to explain to them why my plans are as modest as they are. I don't chose one day out of the year to tell Overboard that she's the center of my universe; I pick several random moments throughout the year to let my Lady know she's special. Why do I need to impress everyone else? Answer: I don't.
Furthermore, people get elaborate on Valentine's Day because they're after something: I have what I want. I kiss and hug the love of my life every single day; I tell her I love her at least twice a day, we kiss/hug her before parting company. And while every relationship has it's bumps in the road, I let her know after that bump that there is no one else in God's creation that I'd want to go over that bump with.
The best gift I could ever give Overboard is not flowers, (because she gets them at random times anyway...and not just on birthday or anniversary), or a piece of jewelry (because she has one of the two that remind her EXACTLY how I feel about her --and she's probably looking at it now), or candy --well, I might just provide some chocolate to ensure Hangtime Survival-- or fancy dinners or anything like that; the best gift I can give her is to let her know as often as possible that I love her more than words could ever express.
In closing, gentlemen take heed; kiss, hug, communicate, laugh and enjoy the special woman in your life --believe me, no greater gift can be purchased from any florist or jeweler.
Happy Valentine's Day Sweetheart, I Love You!
-Hangtime
*365 in leap years
Two years ago today I lost my best friend and "brother", my nephew Anthony. I don't think I had ever been hurt so much as I was upon hearing the news of his passing.
R.I.P. Tony, I miss you.
-C
Life is all about experiences; good or bad, experiences navigate you through life. Happiness and sadness, looking forward with despair or just looking forward, what we experience from day to day shapes our lives for the better or for the worse.
An essential part of this journey is taking the good with the bad and rolling with the punches; you can't control everything, no matter how much you try. Everyone, at some point or another, has to be a spectator. What most people don't understand however, is that while you're a spectator, you must cheer; there is no bad without good, no good without bad --nothing is perfect.
As I take a short introspective look at my own journey, I now must cheer. As I do so, I will do so loudly, because I know that those who are playing spectator in my life are cheering for me; that, ladies and gentlemen, is a damn good feeling. I am happy...not for myself, but for my spectators.
-Hangtime.
I spent most of last week at home in Ohio due to an unfortunate death in the family. I don't really want to speak on that...at least not quite yet. There are one or two blog-worthy occurances, but I'm just not sure I really want to go there. Upon hearing these events, Overboard said, "...what you just said sounds like it came from a movie". To dig up a phrase my nephew Tony and I used quite often in our teen years: "I shit you not..."
Any how, on this trip, I realized that my family all bares a very weird resemblance to each other.
* I call my oldest niece "Twin" because we both have a similar body type (both of us are tall, slender/athletic), and well...she looks just like me. When I first saw Twin on the last trip home, the first thing she said to me is "we're not twins any more...we're triplets!" She was referring to her newborn son..."I shall call him...Mini Me". At first, I didn't think he looked anything like us, but the more I held him (and I held him a lot) and the more I looked at him I think I bought into it.
My sister made the comment a few days later that my two nephews (Cisco and Erk) resemble me as well. I didn't think so until after cutting Cisco the Kid's hair....I took photos in admiration of my craftsmanship; one from the side and one from the front. In flashing through the pics later looking for a different one, I ran past those two..."damn it...he does look like me". On a side note, there were several times during the week where I just wanted to floor this kid. As a matter of fact, I started to botch the haircut on purpose. "Why would you do something so mean" you ask...simple, during the haircut he said "...I'm gonna be lookin' goooooooooood....", which, I could've taken as a testament to my barber skills, but that's not the way it was given. **If you've known me for any decent amount of time, you know where this is going.** Not to mention throughout the week he made several references to his good looks, athletic abilities, intelligence and good looks (listed twice on purpose)..."damn it, he acts like me too!"
I have a really adorable pic of my mom and Bug...damn, I thought Twin looked a lot like mom, Bug is Plute Jr!
Someone once commented that I look like a taller Erk...I didn't think so, still generally speaking don't think so, but there was one pic where I just couldn't deny the boy...
I could probably write a book on this topic, but I'll just cut it short...I may post more later
L8r Bitches
Sorry folks...I had to take this down or risk serious injury.
:-(
But read the post above, it's a doosey. If I have time later, I may add more stories so that you you're not slighted by only having one post when you were supposed to have two.
-Hangtime
Hey kid,
What's good. It's been awhile, I know, but I think about you a lot. It's really hard to believe it's been a year but time flies I guess. I still don't believe it sometimes, I guess part of me is still holding on. I forget sometimes and pull your number up to call and then I remember again. How are things up there? Do you see Dad or Aunt Retha? Ms. Charlene joined you guys too, keep an eye out.
I talked to Cat today, she sounded good; I'm glad. I was a little sad last night and this morning. Just the thought of getting a knock at 4 am scared me out of sleep for a little bit, but I was so tired I eventually fell asleep...lol. Last time I spoke to Briana, she sounded like a grown woman; yea, I know, I'm going to the range next week, lol. Tyreek didn't quite know who I was, but understandable I guess. Ma sent me pics of her and Peanut; she's getting so big and just like Briana, she looks just like you. William is doing well. He's doing what he's supposed to so...
Ronni, Mike and the kids are doing well too. I haven't seen Mike and the kids all year though; I should be going over there tomorrow to see them. I test for my black belt in two weeks, looking forward to that. I want to go home sometime this spring or summer, but we'll see. I want to come visit, but well, you know how that goes...I'll be there --come hell or high water-- I be selfish like that, I'm looking forward to it.
Why I'm telling you all this, I don't quite know, you can see it all so...hehe.
I guess you also know that I haven't talked to Denise (but then again, I haven't talked to Tomeka or Diana either...lol) since your wake; I want to but I think the anger keeps from it. I will, I know I will, I have to; I made you a promise and I will keep it.
I was talking to Lisa probably once a week for a little while there, I
don't know what happened though. Most weeks, I talk to Tanika once or
twice. Really, I don't think there is anything else to tell; you can
see what's going on with Lindsay and I ( 
) so, well... like I said .
I miss you more than you (or anyone else) knows, see you soon.
R.I.P.
Love Chris
