A Dream Vacation

“Aruba, Jamaica, ooooo, I wanna take ya…
to Bermuda, Bahama, come on, pretty mama!
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go?”

I woke up singing the lyrics of “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. It’s one of those disappointing mornings when you realize the dream you just awoke from is better than real life, know what I mean? This time I was part of an all-male quartet singing about a tropical paradise that may or may not actually exist. You should’ve heard my vibrato! The dream probably came from my subconscious desire to be a good singer. Or my very conscious desire to be somewhere beachy. Today, neither are true. But all through breakfast I sang like no one was listening! Much to the dismay of those who were listening.

me in Jamaica.
me in Jamaica.

The Bachelorette: Desiree

Desiree: You saw me, killin’ it?
Sean: Smashing people.
(from “The Bachelor” Episode 3 group date after playing volleyball)

Barring a meltdown, I predict Desiree to win the final rose and a proposal from Sean. The chemistry is better between those two than Sean and any other girl in the mansion. There are a few top contenders, of course, like the wedding dress girl Lindsay, and AshLee F. but the conversation Sean had with Desiree during the group date in episode 3 confirms she’s a top 3 finisher. If not, Sean is crazy. I mean, look at this face!
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Gun Control

Gun control is all about freedom and more now than ever, it seems that the goverment created for the people, by the people, is passing laws that are limiting good people and their ability to defend themselves against the bad. It has many wondering how long it will be till we need the very thing we’re not allowed to have to defend ourselves against those who won’t allow us to have it.

gunWe’re alive in an interesting time in the U.S. because for the first time, one of the main arguments against stricter gun control is protection from an oppressive government. The implications are that one day, it may come down to who has bigger guns, the people or the people’s government. Is this country hurdling towards some kind of civil war… again? I’m shocked this scenario is even coming up in conversations, and yet, it is and it’s causing me concern. We dont need strict gun control laws. We need people to have strict control of their guns. The events at Sandy Hook Elementary have spooked citizens into supporting the government’s push for more gun control, but guess what? Laws will never make bad people good. I heard a pastor say that once and I firmly believe it. 

One afternoon, I spent entirely too much time searching “Sandy Hook conspiracy” and while I typically doubt crazy theories and unsupported claims, this one in particular seems quite possible. The information I came across combined with the U.S.’s history with the Illuminati is eye-opening to say the least. Was the massacre a conspiracy? I don’t know. But it’s interesting how much the press overlooked in the coverage, and how quickly the government is acting when we all know how slow they are at, say, the DMV.

72 Hours To Save The World… What Are You Waiting For??

“One thing, before I graduate… never let your fear decide your fate.”

Whether you’re starting the weekend doing what you love, going through the valley, stuck in a routine, excited about what’s around the next corner, tired, sleepy, worn out, energized, scared, angry, offended, offensive, unsure, regretful, happy, inspired, or hungry… your fate awaits you, so go make memories you’ll be sad to forget when you’re 80.

-Out of the Wilderness
(Lyrics are from “Kill Your Heroes” by AWOLNATION)
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Having Plantar Fasciitus

Jail. Confinement. Literal limitation. Constraint. My foot. I went to a podiatrist recently here in Nashville and discovered I have plantar fasciitus.

No problem!

You must be an exceptional athlete!

Wow, your foot smells like flowers!

…is not what the specialist said to me. Deformity. He repeated it often. Often enough for me to remember that he repeated it often. Ok, I get it, my feet are not exactly perfect. And all the shoes I bought because they were inexpensive or looked good, darn it… I should have been paying attention to other details! Jail. Since the summer when I bought brand new Nikes for basketball and used them for first time, the heel of my left foot has been achy. I described it to the phone-call nurse as feeling like my heel bone was sore to which she responded, “oh wow” to which I responded, “oh wow?” so I pretty much figured my foot would need amputation. Sidenote: don’t research your injuries on the internet. You’ll think you have cancer or you’re already beating the odds on your life expectancy.

So plantar fasciitus can be explained like this: I have a flat foot, the rubber band tendon from my heel to my toes is stretched too tight so it gets sore where it attaches to my heel bone. If my foot had a better arch, the band wouldn’t be stretched tight and wouldn’t get sore.

Remedy: admit I’m getting old.

…is not what’s happening. The doc gave me a few things I can do to help the soreness go away. Sidenote: the pain of icing my foot is way worse than the actual heel sorenesss, go figure. (It’s like picking what I want in my back yard, mole hills or holes where my dogs dig up the moles). I suppose I’ll do the ice thing, and… gasp… deep breath… sigh… stop running for a little while.

So I’m icing my foot at least once a day, using an elastic band, and soon I’ll be wearing custom orthotics. Hey, anything custom is cool. Custom paint job. Custom sound system. US Customs. Yeah, custom orthotics. I’m the coolest. Well, I will be after I fix this silly…

Deformity.

G’day,
Out of the Wilderness