Last week, President Obama made a major shift in priorities with regard to prosecution and deportation of illegal immigrants. Basically, if you are under 30, have no criminal record, are going to school or serving in the military, and were brought to this country illegally by your parents when you were underage, the Department of Homeland Security is gonna leave you alone. These illegal immigrants were brought here through no-fault of their own and, for the most part, think of themselves AS Americans because they grew up here; America is their home and all that they know. The President said, “It’s the right thing to do, period.” I was excited to see a leader who understood and took action for that which is “the right thing to do.” Read more
Lately all my friends have been telling me to, “just go get a job already!” It’s been 2 years since I left the comforts of a steady bi-weekly paycheck. And while it’s true that I’m not thriving out here financially, I’m not quite impoverished either. The thing is, I just can’t seem to get excited at the prospect of sitting in a cubicle doing some mundane task and getting paid a crap wage for it every single day. “But everyone hates their job,” my friends assure me. Should I consider that argument sound real-world wisdom, or a cautionary tail — kind of like when your parents said, “well if everyone else jumped off a bridge would you?” Well I’m not jumping off a bridge and I’m not going going to suffer through a job that I hate either. Although at this rate I might be living under a bridge soon, so let me know if you do decide to jump so I can get out of your way. Read more
When I told my friends that I was going to be an independent Beachbody Coach, they all had pretty much the same response.
After assuring them that this was neither a pyramid scam or one of my ‘get-rich-quick’ ideas that I entertain for all of 2-weeks, they all had pretty much the same follow-up question.
So allow me to answer those very poignant and articulate questions for all my dear friends out there. Read more
Caught at the elevators by Bernard
What did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was a little boy growing up in the one-stoplight town of Fortville Indiana, there was a funeral home with tall white columns and two stories. I thought it was a mansion and I dreamed of one day living in it. I was going to be rich when I grew up.
Then in high school when the movie “Pretty Woman” came out I was captivated – not by Richard Gere or Julia Roberts – but by the character Barnard Thompson, the hotel manager. When I grew up I wanted to be the guy in-charge who knew just how to save the day for a pretty lady. (yea I’m really that gay) Read more