A weekend in the life

  The weekend was exactly what it was suppose to be.  It starts on Friday; 2 of my nieces call me (1st grade and 5th grade) and they ask if I'm going to  their talent show tonight-hmmm do I go out drinking for my buddy's bday or show up for the munchkins?......  yyyeah the munchkins always win =^ )    I got there and sat myself down in front.  They were waiving at me and smiling ear to ear.  They performed a dance to some Selena Gomez song.  When it was over they wanted to roll in my car back to their house, so I complied.  I get to my sisters home and the whole fam bam is there-about 25 of us. Some didnt make it to the show due to traffic.  I had purchased pizza dough at Trader Joes b4 arriving and I cleared my sisters counter top and had the kids all make their own pizza or calzone.   It was a fun messy time.  Then we danced the calories off on the Xbox kinect to some Dance Central2. -End of night one-  Saturday morning was dedicted to coffee and my next painting creation. The day flew by, and it was aklready late afternoon.  I did some man-scaping, showered and bolted ouuta the house to setup in Down Town Pomona for the Samba festivities.  I walk into the DBA Wine Bar and finally I'm semi-impressed by the art work displayed;  Mexican inspired.  I begin to unwrap wires and move heavy speaker boxes into place.  One hour later it was time to drink.  What was the drink of choice? I'm glad you asked, it was Boddingtons-goes down smooth. The night started with some underground hip hop and break beats.  Then the dancers arrived.  I escorted them to my cousins apt.(dressing room) where they changed into their barely there outfits and oversized feathers.  Soon as they were ready we began to walk the streets with them dancing to beating drums, a trumpeting trumpet, and a referee whistle.  One block later we arrive at the DBA and begin to get our Samba on! 

The night went off without a hitch and a great time was had by all.  Sunday came around and it was the usual suspect.  Church, pecan pancakes engulfed in caramel, and a side of sausage links, bacon, scrambled eggs and 3cups of joe.  Good ol' Sunday. 

...what do you see?

... Many people will look at this glass and see it is as half empty.  Only a few of us (me included) can see the beauty in the fact that this glass is half full.
   
    Life throws us many curveballs (Baseball reference).  We just have to learn how to hit em'; the curveballs.  Why do we tend to want to "sulk" in the sorrow?  Why do we want to feel down in the dumps?...  I had my stint with depression/sorrow waaaay back when I was fifteen when my father passed away.  I allowed the darknesss to fall upon me.  I wouldn't leave my room or allow anyone to hear or see me.  If I ate any food it would be at 3am when everyone was asleep, and even then it would be something bland like toast and stuff.  I saw the hurt I was putting my mother through but I didn't care.  I felt like I didn't deserve to be around.  "What's the point? my phone hasn't rung, my pager hasn't gone off, what's the point of being alive no one will miss you", is what I would think to myself. Three months later God kicked me into shape.  I was lying in bed at about 3pm and I heard a voice.  A strong voice tell me, "GET UP OUT OF BED, YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.  I DIDN'T BRING YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND GIVE YOU YOUR GIFTS FOR YOU TO WASTE THEM AWAY. GET UP AND BE WHO YOU ARE MEANT TO BE".  I quickly sat up placed my hands on my face and began to cry, yell, and punch at my bed.  I cried because I was happy; I am better than this.  I yelled to release all the negative thinking that was keeping me down, and I punched away at the bed because I was upset at myself for thinking I was anything less than AWESOME.  I dried my eyes and got out of that bed, out of that room, out of that state of mind.  I found my mother in the kitchen cooking, she looked at me with the most joyful eyes.  I hugged her tight and told her I loved her and I'm sorry.  My bro-phew was extatic to see me as were my sisters.  From that day forward I have had an awesome outlook on life.  The negatives are also positives to me.  I learn from the negatives.  My family has suffered through many trials and tribulations after the passing of my father, but now I truly am here.  I am a rock.  I ensure we all smile and keep out whits/faith about us.
     THE GLASS IS HALF FULL...  "Man that chick totally rejected you!- yeah but atleast I went up to her." "Man these people keep gossiping about you- I know it's not true, if it entertains them, let them keep talking. They're only showing me who THEY truly are."  "Sorry to hear about the death of your father- me to, but I know he's in a better place and one day I'll be with him too in paradise.".  The glass is half full folks-Stay thirsty my friends, LOL .



                "For I know the plans I have for you, they are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a 
                 future and a hope"  -Jesus-   Jeremiah 29:11