Five people I would like to meet.

Is their one particular person the you have always wanted to meet?  If I could meet only five people that I admire or want to get to know, it would be a tough decision.  There are so many.  So here is a random list of five people I would like to meet face to face and why:

1.  Jeff Probst – I want to play Survivor and I think he could get me in.

2.  Bob Goff - He just seems like he would be a fun guy to hang out with and he would probably take me on an adventure.

3.  Kate Beckinsale – She’s pretty, I love her accent and I think I would have a shot.

4.  Ryan Hall – He is an elite marathoner, a christian and my running hero.

5.  Tom Hanks – He’s funny and seems down to earth.  I’d like to know how many times a day he gets “Run, Forrest, Run!”

What person or people would you like to meet and why?


Five things I learned this week. 3.25.12

Here are five things that I learned or was reminded of this week.

1.  The pollen apocalypse is an annual thing.  I should be immune to it.

2.  God is awesome.  I am not.

3.  Still struggling with marshmallow peeps.

4.  The Hunger Games is a phenomenon.

5.  Target is a fashionable store.

What did you learn this week?


Leisure Rules!

I have this poster hanging in my closet. It reminds me to not take life to seriously. I won it several years ago by defeating a bunch of college freshmen at an 80′s trivia contest. Fortunately for me, those youngsters knew nothing about the 80′s. I’m sure none of them were even born before 1986 so to say that I slaughtered them would be an understatement. But that’s neither here nor there.

Along with Indiana Jones, Ferris Bueller was one of my childhood heroes. He was cool. He had charisma. He was smart. So smart that he regularly outsmarted his arch nemesis, assistant principal Edward Rooney. But the biggest thing that I learned from Ferris Bueller is that we need to take a day off every now and then.

Life is hard. It wears you down. Pursuing our dream and pushing towards our goals is important but doing so non stop can be harmful.

There is no shame in taking a break. Give your mind and body a chance to catch up. Let your hair down. A day off may be just what you need.

Learn a lesson from Ferris and live a little:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller


The Stewies.

Apparently, everybody loves award shows.  If you don’t believe me, check out twitter on any night that an awards show is on.  It blows up.  We love to watch celebrities award each other and pat each other on the back for their excellent work.

This made me wonder, what if we gave out awards to the people that had a part in making us who we are today?  The ones who made an impression on us?

I would make little, golden statues of myself and call them “Stewies”.  Except I couldn’t use real gold.  I would have to use action figures and wrap them in aluminum foil to make them look shiny.

Since this is my first awards show, I’m going to have to go way back in my life.  Here are five “Stewies” that I would award:

Best/worst pet:  To my first dog, Bandit.  He was very protective and loving towards me but he bit everybody that came around.  The mailman.  The garbage man.  The babysitter.  The Jehovah witness lady.  If there is a heaven for dogs… he’s not in it.

Best girlfriend:  To the girl I met when I was 10.  She taught me about relationships at a young age and was the first girl that broke up with me.  She did so because I wouldn’t couples skate with her at the skating party.  I was embarrassed to be seen with a girl who wore yellow, Hee-Haw overalls.  Yes, the TV show, Hee-Haw.  The one with the banjos.

Best boss:  Working at a pizza joint when I was in high school taught me a lot about the American work force.  My boss taught me how to not be a good employee.  He thought calling in sick was OK and that dressing in drag to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show was way more important than making money. Thanks for the memor… er, nightmares.

Best youth pastor:  During my middle school years, Andy Stanley was instrumental to my spiritual growth.  I’ll never forget our Wednesday night youth gatherings and the way he rocked the guitar and sang lead in the Good Stuff band.  I think he went on to start his own small church.

Life time achievement award:  My parents. They molded me and guided me into the man I am today, as they still do.

If you had a personal awards show, who would you award?


Life in the checkout line.

 Every time I finish my grocery shopping, I end up in the tractor beam of nonsense called the tabloids.  There they are, right in my face as I place my goods on the conveyor belt.  I try not to look.  Instead I try and focus on the little packs of gum that are on sale at the top of the rack but resistance is futile.  The tractor beam has control of my eyes and I have to read all of the headlines even though I know they aren’t true.  It’s harder if there is a lady in front of me with a cart full of Capri Sun and Pampers and a binder full of coupons.  Then there is the guy behind me that just wants to pay for his sandwich but the “10 item or less” line was too crowded.  There is no way out.  Despite my best efforts, there is no escape from the lure of the tabloids.

They keep the really shocking ones between the holiday recipe books and the Archie cartoon digest.  I can’t imagine people still read Archie cartoons.  Occasionally, they throw in the weight loss books and horoscope tablets.  But this mini magazine aisle is usually dominated by celebrity news or fake news.

Do you wonder why they keep the trashy magazines in the checkout lane?  Right in eye sight?  Why don’t they put them with the rest of the magazines that are on aisle four?  It’s because we are curious.  We love to see what is happening in the lives of stars because it seems our lives are boring and mundane compared to theirs.  I also believe that the magazine makers think we are dumb enough to believe what is written on the covers of these things.

It’s never positive news either, unless it’s the issue that shows before and after pictures of formerly overweight celebrities.  Mostly, these magazines focus on how a certain star is hooked on drugs or how a star is so skinny that they might die at any moment or that so and so, with the cool hair, is dating you know who from that Disney show and that they are madly in love.

In my most recent visits to the checkout line, the popular story is the crumbling relationship between a very beautiful and popular actress and her handsome husband.  Each week there is a different reason that they might end their marriage.  He is cheating on her.  She was seen with another man, shopping around Palm Springs.  Neither of them thinks that the other spends enough time with the kids.  Does it matter?  Not to us.  But what do you think goes through their minds when they see this?  If they see this?

I’m no celebrity but I often wonder how I would feel if I were on the cover of one of these magazines.  It’s preposterous, I know.  My life isn’t interesting enough to be put in international publications.

To put it in perspective, how do people look at us?  What do the people that don’t know us very well think of us?  What do people perceive of me when they see me in action or hear things about me?

I don’t know any celebrities.  I don’t know any of those people on the covers of those magazines so I feel obligated to give them the benefit of the doubt and not judge them by headlines and awkward paparazzi photos.  The same thing goes for the people I interact with everyday.  I’ve been guilty in the past of making snap judgements of people I barely know.  Who am I to judge them when I don’t know their story? I would hope they wouldn’t judge me without knowing mine.

Moral of the story (if there is one)?  Don’t judge a tabloid magazine by it’s cover.  We don’t always know the truth of what is going on in people’s lives.

Now.  While in the checkout line, turn around an gaze at the fitness magazines behind you.  The ones with the people with the perfect bodies… wait, that’s another post entirely.


Hollywood has forsaken me.

I loved going to the movies when I was a kid.  It was one of the highlights of my summer vacation.  I remember the first movie I saw.  It was called “The Rescuers”.  It was a Disney movie about a couple of mice and their group of friends who ventured out to rescue a child from the clutches of an evil woman and her alligator cronies.  Maybe you’ve seen it.

My favorite movie of all time was a film that I didn’t even want to see.  In 1981,  my neighbors took me to see a movie about an archeologist.  An archeologist?  Really?  I had no interest.  This was the same time that “The Empire Strikes Back” was in theaters.  Archeologist or Star Wars?  It was a no brainer.  I resisted but I went.  Only because my parents made me.

After seeing “Raiders of the Lost Ark”, I was a changed kid.  I wanted to be Indiana Jones.  I came home and found a piece of nylon rope to use as a whip.  I ran into the woods an tried to swing from the tree limbs and find treasure but the rope never worked and there was no treasure to be found.  Still,  Indiana Jones was my hero.

Since that time, very few movies have blown me away.  Sure there are a few that I really liked.  The Matrix,  The Usual Suspects, Inception, to name a few.  But, overall, movies have gone stale.

It seems to me that Hollywood has run out of fresh, original ideas.  It keeps churning out movies that we have seen a million times, only repackaged to make them seem new.  The story is all the same.  There is a hero.  He or she will go on an adventure.  He or she will meet opposition.  He or she will defeat said opposition and all will live happily ever after.

My biggest gripe about movies these days is they are saturated with superheroes.  For example,  I recently saw this.

How many times does this story need to be told?  We know what happens.  We know how it ends.  Give us something new.

Watch the new Batman movies.  They are doing it right.

Hollywood has forsaken me.  They just want my money.  I realize that it’s a business but their business is to entertain us and they are failing.

There needs to be a revolution in storytelling.  I believe that some day, someone very smart and very gifted will invent a new way to tell a story.  Literally and visually. Something original.  Something out of the box and fresh.  Something that will blow me away and will make me leave the theater feeling like a kid again.