Post 99

This is officially post 99 of this blog. What have I learned in all previous 98 posts? Uh...well...not a whole lot.

Post 100 will I'm sure be unbelievable.

However, I am glad to see that my wife is posting again...Her last two posts have been great. Check them out here!

I won't keep you waiting for post 100 long...but there has to be some sense of suspense.

Great Take on Taylor Tragedy

The death of Sean Taylor has been, and will continue to be, a story that captivates sports fans worldwide.

It unfortunately has lead people to jump to conclusions about Taylor. Mike Celizic at MSNBC.com posts a great take on his blog. Here's the link . It's a pretty well thought out bunch of commentary.

R.I.P #21

Twenty four years old. It boggles the mind that someone that has life by the tail could go out like Sean Taylor did.

God bless you and your family, especially your little girl.

The 'Skins nation will miss you.

This chant never gets old...

HOKIES!!!! Today at noon we watch the Hokies destroy the Cavaliers on national tv. This decides who goes to the ACC Championship game.

Everybody remember to jingle your keys during the 3rd down "Key Plays."

Perhaps funniest sports blog post ever...

Like all truly humorous material, this link is funny because it's SOOOOOO true. My favorite is the "true Redskin" and "fought our guts out" definition.

Thoughts?

Happy Thanksgiving everyone....

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. God bless, hope everyone enjoys the time, whether family or friends. listen

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The Redskins lost...call 911!

As most of you are aware by now, my beloved Redskins lost in a hard fought game to the soulless Dallas Cowgirls on Sunday. I was disheartened, sad, frustrated, plain ol' pissed off. However, I wasn't so upset to intentionally set in to motion what happened right after the game.

As soon as the game was over and after she made some snide comments about the Redskins' ability to never close the big deal, Belinda wanted to clean the hermit crab terrarium. No problem, I thought. My job in this pet chore is to take the terrarium outside and dump the old sand out. I took the unwieldy cube of glass to the super can and then it happened.

The terrarium slipped out of my hand, hit the side of the trash can, broke in to many jagged, sharp pieces of glass, and stabbed me right where my right hand thumb meets my palm. It was like a movie or "Monty Python" skit. Blood was literally squirting out of my palm.

I stumble in to the house, Belinda and the kids look at me, and it was on. Everyone started running about getting towels, asking if I'm ok, etc. All I could say was, "I'm bleeding. "

Belinda had her wits about her, called 911, and they came in short order. The cops also came because they wanted to make sure I didn't intentionally harm myself or Belinda wasn't trying to off me in some weird murder plot. The paramedics patched me up. The cop was satisfied that the sorrow of the Redskins' loss wasn't enough for me to throw myself upon a shard of sharp glass. The exciting night ended there.

I got my hand officially fixed up yesterday morning. The doc at "Doc in a box" told me I should have gotten stitches, which the paramedic told me I didn't need. I now have my hand wrapped and the wound is steri-stripped together. All in all, Sunday night was a crappy night.

Hail to the Redskins and I hate the hermit crabs!

Golf was sched today....

Golf was ok today. We completely stunk up the course. I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed early here at 8:30. I pray that everybody have a great Saturday. listen

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Honesty is hard sometimes...

I've had a rough couple of days.

I've been on the giving AND receiving end of not being as honest about something as possible. Needless to say, in both instances, feelings were hurt, trust was lost, and overall unhappiness ensued.

There's really nothing to say in these instances except I'm sorry and start the LONG, ARDUOUS task of regaining trust.

In the end, it really is so much easier to do the right thing and tell the truth.

People Watch This?

Look, I watch some stupid stuff...I readily admit that. However, with all the hullabaloo on RVABlogs about Project Runway starting again, I must say that the show SUCKS! My wife flipped on the season finale for one of the seasons tonight. I guess Bravo wants to milk everything it can out of it's big juggernaut.

Plain and simple, one of the worst shows ever.

Rant complete. Carry on.

Now I know why I was hitting the ball like an old lady!

I've been on a strict training regimen recently in order to get ready for the widely esteemed Frost Bite Open at Birkdale Golf Club this Saturday. Nevermind the fact that my training regimen is simply stumbling on to the driving range, hitting a small bucket of balls, and leaving feeling worse about my golf game then when I arrived.

Recently, my golf mentor, Johnny H. and I went to the range. Our relationship is very similar to Mr. Miyagi and Daniel-san (If only he'd teach me paint the fence, I'd own this upcoming tourney!).

In all seriousness, John is a great guy and very conscious of others' feelings. So what happened when we were on the range probably was hard for him. He was watching he flail away with my seven iron. He politely asked me if he could take a couple of swings with my club. Once he hit a few balls, he looked a little perplexed.

He held my seven iron next to his pitching wedge, and the clubs were the same length! That's not good. A men's seven iron should be significantly longer than a pitching wedge. That's when John lowered the boom. He said, "I don't know how to tell you this, cwray, but you have ladies clubs!"

WOW! That sucks. No wonder my shots have looked like an old granny's attempt at this royal game called golf.

So to fast forward, I now have mens clubs (courtesy of sensai) and I still suck. Now if only I can learn the crane kick to take on the evil Cobra Kai dojo...oh wait, I'm mixing my metaphors here.

Wish me luck on Saturday. I'm gonna need it.

What Jott Heard Me Say and What I Really Said

After watching my Apple's Redskins loose and give away the game yesterday, I have officially thrown in the towel on this year's season. Good luck next year boys. listen

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The only problem with the transcription was the "Apples" before "Redskins". That should've been hapless, but I understand you can spell out words.

If you haven't checked out Jott, drop what you're doing now and go to www.jott.com .

Carry on.

WWJS - to me?

I was tagged by Chris at Awaken Me on the subject of what I think Jesus would say to me.

I don't have anything really prolific to write, but I think I know what the gist of what he'd say to me. It wouldn't be one thing, but a multitude of things. What he'd say would be based on
Matthew 22:37-40
Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments...

Like most thing Jesus has said in the Gospels and elsewhere in the Bible, I think he'd speak simply yet complex at the same time. Here's a list of what I'd think he'd hit on:

• I love you.
• Do you truly love me?
• Be kinder & gentler.
• Really tell others about me.
• Where's your joy?
• Why don't you show your joy more?
• Try harder as a dad and a husband?
• You're a great dad and husband.
• I love you.

I see Christ often in others. I wish I saw him more in myself, but I try most of the time.

WWJS to you?

How would you react? How does my reaction make you feel?

Two nights ago I was grocery shopping with my son. C. loves to go to Kroger because they have the baskets shaped like cars, and he likes to "drive" us around the store.

I was absorbed in the list that I had in front of me when another car basket pulled up beside us. At first I thought it was someone trying to get by as the car baskets are unwieldy, to say the least. But, I looked up and saw that a young mother of really cute toddler boy was standing beside me, wanting my attention.

She asked if I was buying my groceries with cash. Well, considering I use my debit card for any transaction above fifty cents (and who doesn't these days?), I said no. She then went on to explain that she was going to buy her groceries with food stamps and needed some diapers for her son and she wanted to buy some of my groceries so I could, in exchange, get her some diapers.

Before I tell the rest of what happened, let me explain something about this mom and her son. They were both dressed nicely, probably better than C. and me. She was very polite and non-intrusive. She did not have the air of entitlement that so many today automatically assume food stamp recipients would have.

As she continued to explain her plight, I stopped her in mid sentence. I asked her to follow me so I can get her some diapers. She protested, but I again stopped her. I told her that it wasn't so long ago that I worried about where I would get the money to pay for diapers, baby formula, or some other necessity for my family.

Anyway, the story ends here. I bought the diapers. The mom was extremely thankful, and we went our seperate ways.

Now, why do I tell this story. Well, for a couple of reasons. The first is that doing good for others is truly the work of God. It always helps that person and makes you feel good.

The second reason is to illustrate that doing good for others will also bring out detractors almost immediately. I know for a fact that people reading this will think, "Well she was just using you. She really wanted the cash for something else." My response, "WHO CARES!" My philosophy is that doing good for others should come with no strings attached. I don't care what a stranger's motive is when asking for help. The fact is, they asked for help, and if I can help, I will do my best to most of the time.

The final reason for this post is to show an even more personal side of me. I have no problem helping strangers. It seems so easy. You help. People feel good. It's over. You don't have to deal with that person ever again usually. What I'm getting at is that it's so easy to help strangers, but can be so hard to be as loving to those that mean the most to you. I can be a complete terror at home. To think of some the arguments Belinda and I've had makes me want to crawl away and hide. Instances of failure with my kids sometimes are too many that they can be suffocating. The point being, I have to place all of these failings at Christ's feet and know that with Him I can be a better person not only to those out in the world but also to those in my world currently.

"All the prophets testify about him that everyone who believes in him receives forgiveness of sins through his name." - Acts 10:43 NIV.

If you've read this far, please comment on how you react to strangers' bids for help and if you face the same troubling contradicitons that I've pointed out.

Thanks!
-cwrizzle

The reading level of my blog is.....

Genius....This is per this webpage . Needless to say, this test is run by monkeys randomly assigning results. The day this blog reaches genius level is the day the RVA and the Tri-Cities are in deep doo-doo.

I'd say that I haven't tested some of my fave blogs to see how they ranked, but that would be a REALLY big lie. I'll let you do your own testing. You may be surprised, or you might not be.

That's Right...Fat Bottom Girls Really Do Rock

I was driving in to work this morning and decided to do a little radio experiment. I typically listen to AM news or sports. I flipped over to the FM dial and was rewarded almost immediately. The first show I landed on was John Boy and Billy. They almost immediately stopped their talkin' bout NASCAR and cut to Queen's "Fat Bottom Girls." How much better can you get? The vocal harmonizing and instrumental expertise is great. Plain and simple, this song rocks! Plus, it gives props to the fat bottom girls, how much better can you get?

Find your presidential candidate using a little internet magic

Salsera, aka Franken-schnoz, recently emailed me this link. Given your answers to questions on the issues, you will be given the top three candidates that fit within the paramaters your answers set.

Here's the link. Try it. It's for real, not one of these "funny" internet things, eventhough there is some "funny" flash animation (funny being in quotes because the jibjab type animation is really played out).

By the way, my results were right on the money. The order of support went from Huckabee, to Romney, to Guilliani.

Food of the Gods

If there was only one food left in the world, I would hope it would be cereal, especially Cocoa Krispies.

The scary clan

I've decided to fall in line with the post everday in November crowd (more on that later), so here goes.... Halloween was fun. The whole family got in to the act, minus the pets and my mother-in-law. As you can see, we make a scary crew.

I did wear the St. Pauli Girl outfit to work, and it was a hit.

That's all I have to say now, but I promise more later. You have to ease yourself back in the blogging pool, not jump in all the way!